Page 44 of Marry Lies
My mind is screaming.
It’s not real. None of this is real.
“Maybe,” I answer, appeasing her.
“I don’t know her very well, but I can see that she adores you,” Luna adds. “I wonder if she’d be interested in joining you downstairs one night?”
I thumb my nose and give Luna a kind smile. I know she means well, but I can’t help but feel sad that the scenario she’s talking about will never happen because Estelle is my wife by name only.
We will never have that sort of intimacy.
She would never want to be with me in that way.
“I’ll think about it,” I lie, walking away.
Once inside the living quarters, I glance at Estelle’s bedroom door, only to see that it’s closed. Removing my tie, I grab a bottle of water from the fridge and walk into my bedroom. I’m not tired yet, but perhaps a long shower is in order. Discarding my suit to be dry cleaned, I walk into the bathroom in only my boxer briefs.
And the first thing I see is the vibrator sitting next to Estelle’s sink.
I don’t move for a solid minute, letting it register in that mywifepleasured herself tonight. And then had the cojones to leave it sitting out for me to see.
Almost like shewantedme to see it—like she wanted me to imagine her using it.
She knows we share this bathroom, after all.
My cock throbs with need as I walk over to her side, picking the wand up and gripping it in my hand as I stare at it. There’s some toy cleansing spray nearby, so she must’ve left it out to dry.
A flash of jealousy works through me, and my cock hardens completely when I think about her running this toy down to her aching, wet cunt. I palm my erection when I think about her coming in the bed just one room away, back arching, little whimpers escaping those pouty lips. I set the vibrator down on my side of the bathroom, staring at her door.
Did she think of me? Or someone else?
Fuck.
I couldn’t even get hard down in the cellar as I watched the couple I’d paid to be there, and here I am imagining Estelle playing with herself, hard as steel.
Glancing at the vibrator again, I walk over to the shower and turn it on, discarding my boxers and climbing into the large, waterfall encasement with glass paneling.
It only takes me three seconds to grab some of Estelle’s jasmine-scented conditioner, rub it all over my aching cock, and fuck my hand. It smells like her, and that only enhances everything. I stroke myself faster, squeezing the head of my cock and rubbing the conditioner all around.
I think of Estelle as I cup my balls with my other hand, think of the sounds she might’ve made while pleasuring herself. I can almostseeit in my mind. Those perky tits pointing up as she lays across that atrocious orange duvet cover, her pebbled, dusty pink nipples, toned legs spread wide and bent at the knees…
Is she bare? Or does she have blonde curls above her cunt?
And why do I want to know so badly?
I fuck my hand harder, tightening my grip. The hand that was playing with my balls comes up to the wall of the shower, and I lean against it as I work my other hand faster. My balls pull up as the telltale tingling starts at the base of my spine. I imagine hovering over Estelle and fucking her instead of my hand, and that sets me off completely. I feel wholly unhinged—I can’t remember the last time I had to get myself off like this. I can’t remember the last time I felt this turned on.
Shedoes this to me.
I let out a low moan as pleasure courses through me.
Keeping my mouth closed and ensuring I stay quiet, I speed up my pace and begin to relentlessly stroke myself, using the conditioner to graze the head of my aching cock with my thumb. Squeezing tighter, my whole cock goes completely rigid, and my balls pull up as my toes curl against the marble floor of the shower.
“Estelle—”
I come.Hard.My cock arches up, bobbing and pulsing in my hand as large, thick ropes of cum paint the shower wall. Hissing audibly, my whole body quivers as I continue to erupt for several seconds, coming harder than I have in years. Gasping for breath, I lean both hands on the wall, placing my forehead against the cool marble.
The warm water hits my back as I stay there for a minute, closing my eyes and grinding my jaw.
