Wifey Talk [COMPLETED, 18+]

Part thirty-six

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SOFIA'S POV

I buy the $5000 dress, feeling a little sick about how much money I'm spending. James and Elizabeth have reassured me as much as they possible can, but I still feel guilty buying the dress. It fits me like a glove, and it completely takes Elizabeth's breath away.

Elizabeth and I spend the rest of the day pampering ourselves at the spa. I get a full-body wax. The salon is careful to wax every little bit of my body. When they're done, I have no hair on my legs, arms, face, chest, stomach, or back.

I even get a bikini wax with Elizabeth, which she's never done before. She tells me she'll do it with me as an anniversary surprise for her husband. She gets crazy drunk off champagne before they go in and wax her. The whole time, I'm laughing at her for the way she's acting. Every time they rip a strip off her, she makes a scrunched up face and swears. I've gotten used to bikini waxes since I've been getting them since I was a teenager. It still hurts sometimes, but I'm hardly fazed.

"Robert better appreciate me after this," she says, gritting her teeth. "I'm sure James loves you for this," she adds.

I blush like mad, completely embarrassed by the way his mother feels comfortable talking about our sex life. I stay quiet, not bothering to respond. When it's my turn to get waxed, I take it like a champ. It's over before I know it, and then we head to the salon.

I debate what I want them to do to my hair for a while. We go back-and-forth with the stylist about what would look best in my hair. I show her lots of photos that I like, and we end up deciding on adding deep red highlights to my dark brown hair. They seem very subtle to me, but I can definitely tell that they're there. Looking at myself in the mirror, I wonder if James will even notice.

We also get a seaweed body wrap and a relaxing facial. The steam and the warm towel feel so nice on my face. I let out a quiet sigh as she massages my face, releasing all the tension I've kept in my muscles.

After the spa, we head out for dinner. Elizabeth and I decide on an Italian restaurant. I order eggplant Parmesan while she orders a plate of chicken Parmesan. After spending the entire day with her, I decide that she's a pretty cool mother-in-law. She's fun to shop with and go to the spa with as well. Still, it is stressful being related to her because it seems like she expects perfection from not only her son, but also me. I'm relieved when I get to go home and have the place to myself for the night.
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JAMES' POV

After a long day of work, I feel relieved to be able to blow off some steam at Fire and Ice, a local club in downtown New York City. I meet up with Jackson, my best friend.

I haven't seen him since the wedding since we were in Hawaii for two weeks. For the past week and a half, he's been out of the country on a business trip. I find myself looking forward to go out drinking with him.

We locate each other in the VIP section of the club. He orders me some bourbon, and we drink to his return to the states. My eyes wander over to a petite redhead with bright green eyes. She looks like fun.

Jackson notices my line of sight. "Parker, you're married now. Don't even think about it."

I grin at him. "Want to hear a secret?"

He looks at me apprehensively. "What is it?"

"Sofia and I have an open marriage. She's fine with me sleeping around. My parents don't know though, so don't tell anyone."

Jackson's jaw drops. "You're shitting me. How'd you swing that?"

"I just told her that I wanted to sleep with other women."

"And she was okay with that?"

I take another sip of my bourbon. "Yeah. I mean, it's mutual. She's allowed to sleep with whoever she wants too," I tell him, gritting my teeth when I think of Ioane.

"Uh-oh. What's that face for? You look pissed."

"It's nothing," I tell him, waving him off.

"Parker," he says. "Seriously. Just tell me."

I sigh. "It's not a big deal. She's going back to see this guy she met on our honeymoon."

"They slept together?"

I open my mouth to tell her that she's a virgin, but then I think better of it. I don't want to publicize Sofia's sex life like that. Especially when she was so sensitive about it last time. I remember the way she cried when she said no one wanted her like they wanted me. How wrong she was. I wanted her. Badly.

"No they didn't. But I can tell she wants to."

"So what? If you both have an open marriage, then why should you care?"

I finish my bourbon and order another. "I don't know why I care so much. But she's mine, and that fucker thinks he's so slick trying to get her into bed."

"You sound jealous," Jackson comments.

"I'm not jealous."

"I mean, she is your wife. You have a right to be upset," Jackson says.

"That's the thing," I tell him. "I don't. I'm the one that asked for an open relationship. I'm the one that said we could sleep with whoever, whenever we want. It's on me."

"So if you don't like it, then tell her you want to be exclusive."

I don't know what to make of that. One woman? For the rest of my life? Wouldn't I get bored? So far, I had found Sofia to be far from boring. She was adventurous and extroverted, beautiful and kind. She was always game for late night ice cream and movie nights. I couldn't find any fault with her. But wasn't it always possible that I would get bored of her?

"I don't know," I tell him.

"If one guy bothers you this much, imagine when she starts sleeping around with other men throughout the course of your marriage."

That makes my blood boil. My hands clench into fists at the thought of anyone touching my pure wife.

"I need another fucking drink," I tell him. We take a shot of tequila together before I get up and approach the redhead.

"Want to dance?" I ask her.

She grins. "I've been waiting for someone to ask."

I guide her onto the vibrating dance floor, and she gets right to work grinding against my dick. I grab her by the hips and grind into her ass, pushing her close to me. We stay pressed against each other for a few songs, and then she spins around to face me. I drive my leg in between hers, and she grinds down on my immediately. I hear her moan as she begins to rock against me, rubbing herself all over me.

"Wanna get out of here?" I whisper in her ear.

She nods her head. We take an Uber back to her place, and she looks hungry with anticipation as we both sit in the backseat. Once we arrive at her apartment, she wastes no time ripping off my clothes. We make our way into her bedroom, and I bend her over doggy style before I slip on a condom and begin to ram into her. She's screaming for me to fuck her harder, so I work fast and deep, driving her to the edge of insanity. When I come undone, she falls apart too.

I pull up my boxers and slacks, checking the time. It's already two AM. I call an Uber so that I can leave, and it arrives within twenty minutes. I head out of the redhead's apartment and go home.

When I reach our bedroom, Sofia is whimpering in her sleep. Something in my heart squeezes as I listen to her. I change into my sweats and a T-shirt before climbing into bed.

Then I gently nudge her awake. "Sofia?" I whisper.

"James?" She blinks at me sleepily. "You're back? Is everything okay?

I pull her back into my arms. She feels her body was made to mold against mine. My arm wraps over her waist, keeping her close while I whisper into her hair. "You were having another nightmare," I tell her. "I'm fine."

She snuggles back against me, and my heart races in my chest at the sensation of her getting close. "Goodnight James," she mumbles.

"Goodnight wifey," I tell her, kissing her hair.