Wifey Talk [COMPLETED, 18+]

Part thirteen

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SOFIA'S POV

I don't know why it's so funny when I see James flip Ioane off, but I can't stop giggling. "James, why did you do that?" I ask him.

"Do what?" he says absentmindedly, backing out of Ioane's driveway.

I flip James off, and then I use my middle finger to boop him on the nose. "This," I say.

He doesn't answer the question. "Why are you drunk? I thought you didn't drink. Did that fucker force you to—"

I cut him off before he can continue. "—I was nervous about sleeping with Ioane, so I needed some liquid courage."

He's silent after that. I don't know what to say. I was just trying to be honest with him. Didn't they always say that honesty was the best policy? I was beginning to believe they were wrong. 

"Are you mad at me?" I ask him nervously. We've been driving for ten minutes in silence, and the awkwardness seems to stretch onward for miles.

He sighs. "No, I'm not mad at you. I'm mad at me."

"Why? What did you do to yourself?" I ask him curiously. I'm just glad to not be the reason behind his anger.

He doesn't respond, leaving me even more confused than before. The rest of the car ride is silent, and it's nearly four in the morning when James parks in front of our cottage. He opens my side door and holds his arms out. I reach out for him immediately, wrapping my legs around his waist. The action forces my dress to bunch up above my hips, completely exposing my underwear, but I could care less at the moment. My drunk mind just wants to climb into bed and sleep.

James wraps his arms around my back, holding me up as he carries me into the house. He sets me on our bed, and I catch the way his eyes darken when he looks at me sitting in my thong. "Will you help me change?" I ask him.

He closes his eyes for a second, and it appears like he's forcing himself to breathe. Then he responds. "Okay Sofia."

I stick my legs out for him, silently requesting for the man to remove my heels. He takes them off easily, setting the stilettos on the floor. I sigh, curling my toes as my feet relax against the hardwood floor. He looks up at me, his eyes drinking in my thong before he finally meets my eyes. "Do you want me to take off your dress?"

I nod my head. "Yes please."

James gestures for me to get up and spin, so I oblige. Then he unzips the back of my dress. My skin sparks and ignites when his fingers trace down the length of my spine. I can't stop thinking about the way I want his hands all over my body. He begins to slip the dress off my shoulders, leaving me standing in my underwear and strapless bra facing away from him.

"I don't know where you keep your, um, pajamas."

"At the very top right hand corner of my suitcase," I tell him.

He walks over to my luggage and pulls my negligee out. Then he begins to slip it over my head. I stop him immediately. "Can you take my bra off? I don't sleep in one because it hurts too much," I say.

James lets out a shaky breath, nodding his head. When he speaks, his voice comes out three octaves lower than normal. "Yeah."

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JAMES' POV

My cock twitches in my pants as I unclip the bra at her back. What the hell is she doing to me? I toss the bra aside on the floor, turning to pick up the negligee. When I look back, Sofia has turned around to face me. Fuck, she is gorgeous.

Her round, perky tits poke out at me. I stare at her dusky pink nipples, erect from the way we have the air conditioning running on full blast. Her long silky hair ripples down her back in beautiful waves. My eyes have trouble tearing away from her breasts, but I somehow manage to slip the pajamas over her head. She has trouble getting her arms through the right holes, so I have to help her with that too. She stands up on her feet, tottering on the flat floor. Geez, how much did she drink tonight?

"I don't sleep in my underwear either," she says innocently.

"I know," I mutter.

My hands hook at the bands of her underwear under her slip. Slowly, I pull her panties down her legs. Once they hit the floor, she steps out of them. "Thanks," she says quietly.

My jaw drops as she crawls onto the bed on her hands and knees. Her ass is sticking out under the negligee, on full display for me to see. Is she doing this on purpose, or is she just that drunk? Fucking hell. I imagine grabbing her by the hips and plunging into her, fucking her for all that she's worth.

She climbs under the blanket, pulling it up to her chin. Thank god. Now I don't have to look at her body anymore.

I get into bed on my side, pulling the covers over my head. I'm not going to be able to forget about this night for a long time. Time passes slower than I expect, and I can't stop thinking about Sofia's full globes peeking out at me from under her negligee. I end up getting out of bed and heading to the bathroom to jerk off to the image of her naked. Now that I've seen her almost completely bare, it's like the image is burned into my eyes. I can't stop thinking about how soft and smooth she looks everywhere. I want to lick every inch of her body.

I pump my dick slowly, closing my eyes and imagining her body pressed against mine as commit unholy acts all over this house. I want her in the bedroom, in the shower, in the kitchen, in the goddamn jacuzzi. I want her tan, flawless skin wrapped around me like my favorite blanket. I imagine planting little kisses up her body, listening to her breathing quicken as I make way up to her mouth. What does she sound like when she's about to come?

My body finally releases, and I get up to wash my hands. This feels like it is going to become a nightly occurrence. I need to get a grip. I can't just be jerking off to my wife every night.