Wifey Talk [COMPLETED, 18+]

Part five

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SOFIA'S POV

The house that James has reserved for us is absolutely breathtaking. For one thing, it's a cottage by one of the many volcanoes in Hawaii. One side of the house is completely made of glass, so you can look outside where the house overlooks the beach and other greenery. The glass side of the house leads outdoors, where there is a hot tub and a fire pit available to enjoy. The master bedroom leads outside where the glass wall is, so our view from bed is all beach. At the foot end of the bed is a seating area where we can watch TV, not that I intend on doing that much here. The rest of the cottage is pretty small, but I don't mind because it feels cozy.

I collapse onto the bed after our long flight, sighing with relief as I sink into the mattress. James laughs.

"Tired?"

"Very," I mumble, my voice drowned by the comforter.

"You should head to bed," he tells me.

I frown. "You're not coming to bed?"

"I tell was going to unpack first. Is it okay if I join you in the bed?"

I smile. So he was asking me if it was okay to share the same bed. That was kind of him. I'm glad he didn't assume we would be sharing the same space. "Yeah, that's fine. I'm just going to change into my pajamas," I tell him.

I pull out my suitcase, opening where I keep my negligees. I take my white one out and carry it to the bathroom. Once I'm locked inside, I remove my jumpsuit and slip the negligee over my naked body. Then I open the bathroom door so James knows it's okay for him to enter. After I put away my jumpsuit, I head back into the bathroom to brush my hair.

When I hear the sound of footsteps approaching, I turn to face the door. James is carrying a glass of water with him, but when he sees me, it slips from his grip.

"Shit!" He swears, bending down to pick up the glass in his hands.

"Don't!" I exclaim. "You need a broom, otherwise you'll cut yourself."

I'm careful to sidestep the pieces of glass as I walk out through the doorway. Fortunately, the house does have cleaning supplies. I bend down and sweep up the glass as best as I can. "Just be careful when you walk around here. I'm not sure I got all the glass, even though I did my best. I didn't realize you were so clumsy," I tease him.

To my surprise, he's blushing. His whole face is pink. "Slippery fingers," he says.

I finish brushing my teeth, and then I head back into the bedroom. "Do you care what side you sleep on?" I ask him.

"You can pick whatever you want," he calls out.

I choose the side closest to the glass wall, and then I snuggle under the covers. It's pretty humid out, but I can't sleep without having a blanket over me. I don't fall asleep right away. I'm actually one of those people that takes a while to fall asleep. Nick climbs in about thirty minutes later, and I feel hyper-aware of his presence even though he's a couple feet away from me in the king-sized bed.

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JAMES' POV

I find it impossible to go to sleep with Sofia sleeping next to me. After seeing her in that thing she calls her pajamas, I developed a boner so hard I could've had people camp out in my pants.

It feels too uncomfortable to sleep, mostly because I keep thinking of Sofia in that lingerie next to me. Fuck, she looked like a goddamn virgin in that white satin. I close my eyes and re-live the image of her long legs, perky tits, and round ass peeking out from under her slip. When she bent over to pick up the glass, I got a flash of her bare pussy, and all the blood flooded to my dick.

"Fuck me," I mumble. I have to take care of this now, otherwise I won't be able to sleep. I could take a cold shower, or I could just jerk off.

Quietly, I creep out of bed.

"James?" She sounds sleepy. The way her breathy voice says my name is making me harder. I didn't even know that was possible.

"Shh, go to sleep," I tell her.

She turns over, mumbling something to herself. I head to the bathroom, locking the door behind me. Then I sit on the toilet and pull out my dick. I begin to pump my rock hard cock aggressively, imagining my wife bent over, flashes of her bare pussy in my face. I stroke faster until I drive myself to the brink, imagining her nipples poking through the satin of that lingerie. I really want to see her naked. Fuck, fuck, fuck. She's driving me insane. My body finally has the decency to come, and I wash my seed down the sink before heading back to bed.

Waking up in the morning is no easier than falling asleep. I wake up to the image of my wife bringing me a cup of coffee in bed. She's still wearing those damn pajamas, as if they can even be called that. One of the straps of the lingerie is slipping down her shoulder, and her breasts look full and round pressed up against the fabric. It's driving me mad knowing that she's not wearing underwear.

"Thank you," I say, my voice coming out hoarse. God damn. What is she doing to my body?

I watch her head to the suitcase where she packed her things for the trip.

"What do you want to do today? Head to the beach? Do some hikes?"

The last thing I need right now is to see Sofia dripping wet in a bikini. "Hiking," I tell her, my voice cracking like a pubescent teenage boy. I clear my throat. "Hiking sounds like fun."

"Okay, I'll put on my sports bra then."

I groan, thinking about how I'll have to spend all day with her tits in my face and not be able to touch them. Before she can turn around, I get out of bed and head to the shower. I turn the water freezing cold, praying that it'll do the trick to keep me from lusting after her body any more today.

I come out of the shower feeling refreshed, and then Sofia throws me for a loop with the itty bitty shorts she's wearing that barely cover her ass. She's wearing a matching baby pink bra, and it's squishing her tits together so that they bounce with every step.

God, did I do something evil in a past life to deserve this punishment? How am I supposed to stand two weeks of this torture?