Wifey Talk [COMPLETED, 18+]

Part twenty-nine

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SOFIA'S POV

James looks at me completely bewildered. I sniffle, forcing myself to stop crying. It feels so embarrassing to admit that no one has ever wanted me in front of him, especially because he's so desirable.

He opens his mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. That just makes me feel worse. Am I really so ugly that he has no means to console me?

I storm out of the room, locking myself in the bathroom across the hall. Sitting on the toilet, I break down completely. Tears are streaming hot down my face, and I wish with everything in me that I should've just slept with Ioane when he made a move on me. He made me feel desirable. Hell, he wanted me to divorce James for him. I pull up flights to Hawaii on my phone, find the cheapest flight I can get, and immediately buy a ticket. Then I promptly text Ioane of my plans to come.

I'm coming back to Hawaii on the 5th of July, I message him. That's only in four weeks.

Ioane texts back immediately. I'll make myself available. Do you want to stay with me?

My heart skips a beat. Are you sure? What about Leilani?

I'm okay with her seeing you. If you're okay with that I mean.

I grin. He's comfortable with me being around his kid? Of course. I'll see you then x

Keep me updated on your travel plans.

Will do, I message him.

I blow my nose on a Kleenex from the box that is sitting in the bathroom. Then I tell myself to breathe in and out. When I feel like I've gotten control of myself, I open the door. No one is in the hallway. I have expected to have James waiting for me outside the door. I don't know why.

I open our bedroom door a crack, and I see that James is already in bed under the covers. I sigh, climbing on my side. I pull the comforter over me and do my best to sleep.

My feet are wet. I'm standing on a beach with the waves lapping over my feet. I scrunch my toes in the sand, and I hear someone call my name. When I turn, I feel a set of strong hands wrap in my hair. Someone, I just know it's a man, pulls me into them. Our lips connect, and he tastes like fresh pineapple. When I pull away, I'm met with warm brown eyes. It's Ioane. "You look beautiful," he tells me.

I open my mouth to respond, blushing slightly, and suddenly everything fades to black.

"Sofia, wake up. Sofia! We have to go down for brunch. My mom is calling us."

I open one I wearily and take in James' insistent expression. Then I sigh, closing both eyes and snuggling into the pillows. I want to go back to that dream with Ioane.

"Sofia, come on. We're going to be late," he pesters.

I groan. He's not going to leave me alone to rest. "Fine. I'm getting up," I yawn.
I climb out of bed and pad over to the bathroom, stretching my arms above my head. Then I turn the shower on and step inside after removing my slip. I have a feel James is going to be on my ass about leaving soon, so I keep the shower quicker than I normally would. After I brush my teeth, I blowout my glossy brown hair with my brush and blow dryer.

James walks into bathroom, and I notice his eyes flit over my towel-clad body. "Where are we going?"

"The Roost."

"So I have to dress up then," I say. James nods his head, and I watch him pull his cotton T-shirt over his head, and he hisses. "Be careful! Your arm is still sprained!" I tell him.

I walk over to him and help his arm through the hole. My towel starts to slip when I raise my arms over my head, and I quickly catch it.

"Do you want me to help you put on a dress shirt?" I ask him.

"No, I can do it."

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JAMES' POV

I change into an ironed, white button up and navy blue slacks. Then I head to my closet across the hall and pick out a tie. When I come back. Sofia is standing in a dress with the back unzipped.

"Can you help me?" She asks.

"Yeah," I tell her. I pull this zip up her slim figure, and I have to force it a little when it gets to her boobs.

"Stop," she tells me. "This is going to be so tight around my boobs," she groans. "Are my boobs fucking growing?"

I don't say anything, and instead try to think of anything other than my wife's perky breasts. She grabs herself and squeezes gently, sending the blood to my dick. What the fuck is she touching herself like that for? "I'm sore," she sighs.

"W-what?" I stutter.

"I'm going to get my period soon. My boobs always feel sore and swollen when I'm about to get my period. I'm going to have to change."

She heads into the bathroom and comes out looking the same. I assume she's used a tampon or a pad for her period. Then she heads to her suitcase and starts pulling out looser fitting dresses. Sofia turns around in her bra and underwear and pulls one over her head. I block the bulge pushing against my pants with my hands, trying to focus on anything other than Sofia standing in front of me in lingerie. Fuck, she's sexy.

"Do I look okay?" She asks me. "Fat?"

I shake my head right away. How could she ever think she looks fat?

"Okay, let me just put on some makeup and perfume, and we'll head out."

I nod my head, sitting on the bed while she goes to apply her makeup in the bathroom. My mind wanders to our conversation last night. She's a goddamn virgin. How is that possible? Someone as sexy as her has never been touched that way before, and it makes me hot for her. I want to be the one to take her virginity. I want to show her a good time, listen to her moan and beg me for more.

I can't believe she ran away crying last night. There's nothing to be embarrassed about. I wanted to tell her that, but I was so shocked to hear her say that she was was virgin that I didn't know what to say. I never would have anticipated that in my entire life.

While Sofia gets ready, I decide to go to the bathroom attached to my old room to jerk off. I need to get rid of this boner. It doesn't take long for me to release, and then I wash my hands and head back into our bedroom.

Sofia looks stunning. She's wearing something she calls a reformation Winslow dress. If features a low V that exposes the soft swells of her breasts. There is also a long slit the stretches up to her thigh, exposing her creamy smooth skin.

"Do I looks okay?" She asks.

"You look stunning," I tell her.