The Wife's Neighbor (A Novella)

Chapter 4

Our make out session lasted for a while. Groping and rubbing. We both had to change our clothes and underwear. He had to shower the cum from his flesh. I had squirted into my panties I'm happy to say. That hadn't happened in ages. We were both tired, but oh so happy. I lay on the couch, shirtless, listening to the shower upstairs and imagining Taylor's wet, soapy body.

He asked me if he was 'good boy.' I wasn't turned off by this, but I am curious. I knew one guy named Robert who was kind of into that. Rob liked when I called him daddy and enjoyed lightly placing his fingers around my throat when we'd fuck. That was way back in college, when most experimented with that kind of thing. Taylor seemed to me to be this 'classic country boy' type who wouldn't be into that sort of play. I guess I assumed he'd be into what some call 'vanilla sex.' I guess Taylor is more than meets the eye. This is something I'm going to keep tabs on. I hope it continues. Sex with Jeff is so boring. Never dirty talks. Just thrusts into my like it's something he 'has to do'. Like it's part of his act of being a typical husband.

Lying back down by my side smelling amazing, he holds me close and rests his head on my shoulder like a pet. He's so gentle. So strong. Everything I could want in a guy. His veins are so prominent, he's truly someone out of a magazine. Of course, Jeff also looked handsome when I met him. A sort of Jon Hamm type. Looks aren't everything. I also know personality can change. Jeff's did. The more he got into drinking and not sleeping well. I guess he was always possessive, but I guess I thought possessive meant protective. I was so damn wrong. And now I was paying for it.

I must have fallen asleep again because I woke to the smell of bacon and eggs. I put on a new, but similar outfit to today. Sensing he liked me in all black.

I hugged Taylor softly from behind as he cooked, the food looked absolutely perfect. I rubbed his six pack gently with one hand.

"Hey Marcy." Smiled Taylor, still blushing at her touch.

"I really don't want to go back home. Jeff's gonna be wondering where I am." She kissed his cheek and made some coffee, which Taylor had forgotten to make.

"Well, we can see each other whenever you want." Nodded the man, handing her a plate of fresh food.

"I wanna see you every day." Sighed Marcy sitting at the table, her cleavage on full display. Taylor took notice. Both knew what they were doing. Taylor made himself a plate and sat next to her.

"I'd love to have you here. If you'll have me."

"I'll text you. I promise. I'm not leaving you. You shouldn't be here alone. Really. Do you feel the same way?"

"Yeah. Loneliness is my downfall. My depression kicks in. My nerves. I haven't felt anything negative with you by my side." Admitted Taylor with a sweet tone.

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"Did you go out today?" Jeff asked taking a bite of turkey with gravy smothered on top.

"Why do you ask?" Marcy retorted, stirring some mashed potatoes on her plate.

"Saw the BMW parked a bit differently. You know I don't really like when you go out without me." Rolling his eyes, Jeff stared at his wife then back to his plate.

"When we first dated, I thought you'd be 'cool old school.' Hold the door open for me, get me flowers. Not keep me cooped up like some fucking housewife from the fifties. You go out with my pals, you bring in tons of money that I don't have access to all the time. Why do I need to lead a boring life? This manor makes me feel like a maid. No. No. A maid gets paid. I feel like a slave, Jeff! I'm your little petite woman who cooks, cleans, and reluctantly sucks your cock once in a while. You make me feel weak. You make me feel pathetic." Marcy frowned, her voice shook in both anger and terror, it rose a few octaves as she continued. She now stood at the table.

"One more word Marcy...and I will hurt you." Jeff finished his glass of hard liquor close by.

Taking a deep breath, Marcy gripped her own glass and flung it, nearly hitting her husband's head, and watched it shatter against the hardwood floor.

Quickly standing, Jeff flung himself at Marcy, hands wrapped around her throat and knocked her to the floor with a grunt. "You disrespect ME in my HOUSE?" Yelled the raging man, slicked back hair and beard getting messy, his tie dangled loose from his collared shirt. He sends a hard slap across her face.

Taking deep breaths, Marcy lies still, looking up at Jeff who straddled her. He slaps her again in the mouth, her lip is cut and dripping warm blood. He then strangles her again, this time quite tight to the point of Marcy turning her head and coughing.

"You going to listen to me now, bitch?" His voice is so calm it's nearly deceiving. "You going to learn your place while you feel my touch?" He stood up letting his wife breathe. She coughed, rubbing her neck, and lying on the floor. Sweat drips from her forehead. A tear trickled down her eye.

"I'm sorry, Jeff. I'll listen. Truly." She stood, eyes wide, crying, looking up at him like he was some savior.

"Good. Very good." He hugged her. Rubbing her back.

Just let him hug you. Let him think you're weak. This will be over soon. Jeffery Clemons. That name will make for a good obituary. I'll smile once I see 'Rich businessman Jeffery Ronald Clemons Found Dead' as a headline. Maybe an ex-girlfriend of his will open as well? If he has indeed abused more. Or maybe I'm the only one he treats like this? Maybe I just set off that hatred for him? It won't matter though. Soon, nothing will matter as far as Jeff and my life goes.