Trapped Affair (18+)

(3) husband and wife

I stared at the card longingly. It had already been a week since I'd fucked that handsome stranger in the bathroom of a bar. The card didn't have a name, just a number and it was so tempting.

I knew I should be regretting it. I knew that, but I didn't.

I wanted to do it again. Over and over and over again.

It was the passionate fucking I had been craving for so long.

The telivision was playing in the background and the colors were reflecting on my face but I couldn't hear or see it. All I could see was the card in my hands and that man's face in front of mine. I could almost feel his breath in my ear again. I felt something move in the pit of my stomach and started to move my hands.

"What the hell are you doing?"

I jumped as my husband rounded the couch.

"I'm-I was watching-"

"Yeah, I don't care about that. I said I was coming home early today and that I was hungry. Where's dinner?"

Shit.

"I ordered some pizza since my hand has been hurting since yesterday."

"Alright, fine. I'll be upstairs in my study. Knock twice on the door when the pizza comes."

"Ok." He turned away, running a clearly frustrated hand through his hair. He must've been too distracted with work to complain further.

I let out a sigh of relief and reached for my phone on the coffee table in front of me. As I was scrolling through the endless amount of pizzas on the website abruptly the screen changed and my sisters face flashed on the screen. My sister was calling me.

Fuck.

I clicked the green button.

"Hey!" Her voice seemed even higher through the phone.

"Hey, Krina! It's been a while..."

"Yeah it really has! You're so busy with that handsome, perfect husband of yours! I was so jealous until I found my George. I'd watch out for Isabella though. She's still pining for him in her mind I think." Krina let out a high pitched wheeze. In her mind it was just a joke, but even I had noticed what Isabella was like around my husband.

"Did you get my invitation? It's a baby shower and a gender reveal party! We're expecting gifts and since your husband is so well off we're expecting something great from you both. So, it's this Saturday can you come?"

Fuck. No time to think too hard about presents and it has to be good. No, maybe not good...maybe just expensive.

"Uh...yeah I think so. I'm not sure about Adrian though. Since he's always working."

"Well, that does sound like my brother-in-law. Whatever, as long as he buys a present his absence is fine."

"Is there a list I can check for gifts?"

"Of course!" I could practically hear her beaming through the phone. "The most expensive gift is all the way at the bottom!"

"Who are you talking to?" I felt a chill run down my back and turned to find Adrian shirtless standing behind me. His body still looked so good for someone who was always working late and never fucking his poor horny wif–

"Adrian!" Krina let out a shrill noise. "Is that you?" I'm calling about my baby shower. It's Saturday I hope you can make it."

Adrian let out a warm chuckle that didn't reach his face. "I didn't even know you were pregnant. You have such a bad sister. Of course we can come. What time is it?"

"It's at 5! See you then! Ah, also I told my sister about the registrar so please choose the one at the botto– I mean any gift! Byeeee!"

She hung up quickly and the silence that filled the room instantly was enough to make my fingers twitch.

"How come we haven't had kids yet? We've been married for about 3 years, no?"

"How could we have kids Adrian? You only fuck me once in a blue moon."

I looked up casually to find his cold eyes looking down on me.

"Well, maybe if you were a little bit different I would fuck you so much you wanted me to stop. Be honest, you always made me use a condom anyways after about year 1. And then you started taking the pill secretly when I refused to use a condom with my wife. You don't want a kid."

"No, I don't want a kid with you."

Silence. Silence.

The look in his eyes terrified me.

"...you're confident today." He moved closer towards me, leaning over the back of the couch and reached towards me.

"I'm not—"

"But I don't like it," he gripped my chin. I could feel my heart in my throat. His grip was tight so I couldn't move but not forceful. "So shape up Risa. We're having kids at some point in the next year or two whether you want them with me or not. I'll make sure of it."

"Why?" I could feel the tears creeping in the back of my throat. "I don't really think you want kids with me either."

"Of course I do. Who else would give me children? Would you prefer I get my kids from an affair?" He tucked my loose hair behind my ear. "That would be so embarrassing for you, no? A wife that couldn't please her own husband so he was forced to have an affair and have a bastard as the only way to get an heir?"

"Why do you talk like you're some kind of royal or something? It's making me sick."

Suddenly, his grip on my chin became a lot tighter and I let out a small cry in pain.

"Shut up, Risa. I thought I killed this fighting spirit a long time ago but I suppose not. Would you like to fuck again tonight? We can do it rough like I know you like to do," he brought his lips towards my face and brushed them against my ear. "You were so desperate last week. Now that we've fucked you've decided to what–? Be a nuisance with your attitude? I swear I told you it didn't matter how you felt as long as you were a good wife and there. How hard could that possibly be? Maybe because it was so long ago you've forgotten?"

"How could I forget? You told me the night after our wedding."

I wanted to run away that night. I should've.

"Indeed I did. I'm the reason you got away from your shity broke family. I thought for sure a couple kids would be a fair price to pay as well as satisfying me when I desire you. Of course you don't take care of yourself much these days so that doesn't happen very often. Although, you look a bit different tonight."

"You..." The tears fell from my eyes. "You're a terrible husband."

"I know. But what can you do? You married me?" He dropped my chin and turned away, heading back up the stairs. "You can buy a gift using the card I gave you. $800 maximum. I would make it a thousand but her voice is so annoying so $800 it is."

I wiped the tears from my eyes and looked back down at my phone to the row of pizzas.

"At least we agree about something."

This marriage died a long time ago. But he's right. I don't have anywhere to go or anywhere I want to go. Maybe I should empty his accounts and run away. No, that's crazy. Kids? He wants kids? I can't have kids with him I just can't. Even just thinking about it is starting to make me feel sick.

"Let's just buy the present first and figure out what I'm going to wear and hope everything goes well on Saturday."