Wifey Talk [COMPLETED, 18+]

Part thirty-nine

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SOFIA'S POV

When I wake up, James is already dressed for work. I watch him knot his tie around his neck and straighten it. He looks so handsome in work clothes. I feel like I could stare at him forever, admiring his tall, slim frame. Everything about him looks mouthwateringly delicious. Something in me aches for him, and when he smiles at me in the reflection of the mirror, my heart stops.

"I made you some coffee. It's in the kitchen," he tells me, turning around and spritzing cologne on himself.

"Thanks."

I walk into the kitchen and drink the coffee he's brewed for me. Then I make pancakes with fresh strawberries and whipped cream. Jackson is still passed out on the couch from earlier this morning when he turned up at our apartment. James shows up in the kitchen to eat his breakfast, and I eat two pancakes with him at the dinner table.

"What time will you be back from work?" I ask him.

"Well, I'm going out again after work so probably not until late."

"Oh."

I don't know why I'm disappointed. It's not like he usually comes rushing home in the first place. But it is disheartening to see him going out more frequently to sleep with other woman. I feel like my attraction to him is only growing, but he could care less about me. Thank god I booked my trip to Hawaii in two weeks. That will give me all the attention that I need from a man.

"Jackson is probably going to stay passed out on our couch for half the day, so feel free to kick him out."

I laugh. "Okay, I'll think about that."

"Can I have my goodbye kiss now?" He asks.

I bite my lip. Do I really want to kiss him? Especially when he's going off to just kiss another woman tonight? James looks at me with concern in his eyes, and I break. I do want to kiss him. Even if we're not exclusive.

I bring him down to my level and kiss him gently, pulling away after a beat. "Have a good day at work," I tell him.

He heads out, and I decide to read the next Fifty Shades book in the series while I wait for Jackson to wake up. He ends up sleeping in until 2 in the afternoon, which is when I've made it halfway through the book. "Sofia? James?"

I poke my head out of my bedroom and walk into the living room where Jackson is sitting up on the couch. "James is at work," I tell him.

"Damn, this hangover is killing me. What time is it?"

"It's 2. You want me to make you some eggs and toast?"

"You sure? You don't have to," he says.

I wave him off. "It's nothing. Let me get started."

Jackson moves to sit at one of the barstools in our kitchen. "So how is married life treating you?"

"Well, our marriage is far from normal," I tell him. "I guess it's fine."

"That doesn't sound amazing."

I sigh. "No, I wouldn't call it amazing either. I think it's just weird doing this whole open marriage thing. In the past when I pictured myself married, I never thought that I would be in an open relationship. But this is what I signed up for." I wasn't sure if Jackson knew the truth about James' parents basically buying me for their son, so I didn't say anything else. Everyone believed James and I fell in love in a whirlwind romance and got married soon after. No one suspected that we got married because of James' reputation and my father's debts. If Jackson assumed that James and I were madly in love, I wasn't going to tell him otherwise.

"So do you not want an open relationship?"

How honest should I be with him? He is James' best friend. Jackson would probably tell James whatever I say.

"At this point, it doesn't matter what I want because I know James wants an open relationship. If that's what he wants, then that's what I'll do to make our marriage work."

Jackson looks concerned for me, but stays quiet.

"What about you? Any special women in your life?"

He snorts. "I'm never getting married. I don't want to be tied down."

What is it with men being unable to commit to a single woman for their life?

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JAMES' POV

Work takes longer than usual today, running all the way until 8 in the evening. I almost decide to head home straight after, but I change my mind when I think about how I need to get laid.

I head to a bar nearby the office, and I'm surprised to see Mara sitting at one of the barstools. She waves me over.

"Can I buy you a drink James?" She's removed the blazer she was wearing earlier in the day. Underneath, the shirt that's visible now has thin spaghetti straps that have been lowered to reveal her flat chest. She's so thin that she could be one of those ultra famous runway supermodels.

I'm aware that I should probably say no, but I like that there's something forbidden about chasing her. So of course, I say yes. We both do a few rounds of tequila shots. It isn't until both of us are completely wasted that her hand slides up my thigh. She leans into my body, placing her mouth at my ear.

"I've been wondering what it would be like to get screwed by the king of fuckery," she says.

"Is that supposed to be me?" I ask her, my voice low.

Her hands skims higher, brushing my dick. "You make me so hot James. I've stopped wearing panties to work because of you. Want to see?"

Fuck. That's hot. "Yes," I growl. She leans in to kiss me, and I can taste the tequila on her tongue.

"Let's go to my place," she says.

We take an Uber to her apartment, and the whole time, Mara is rubbing her hands up and down my thigh, teasing me. The second we get inside her apartment, I remove her pants, shirt and underwear. I carry her to the couch, where I sit down and have her ride my cock.

She doesn't have hardly any tits, but her nipples are still hard and inviting. I pinch them with my fingers while she sinks up and down on my lap. A moan spills from her lips, and I feel myself climbing toward my climax. Mara moves with frenzy, slapping against my skin up and down until I release in the condom.

When she sits back and slumps on the couch, I begin to pull my pants back on.

"Where are you going?" She asks me.

"Back home to my wife," I tell her, causing her eyes to widen.

"You're married?"

"For almost a month now."

"Is she not satisfying enough? Feel free to stay," Mara says, teasing me by spreading her legs wide open. Her pink, puffy folds seem so inviting, but it's already 3am. I have to get home.

"I should get going," I tell her.

"Fine. I'll see you at work tomorrow. And I won't be wearing panties."