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4 • Certainly not a ring

The dinner ends with a goodbye and a heated discussion between Avan and my husband that I couldn't hear, only see from the distance. I only couldn't unsee how fucking hot Avan looked, calmly, firmly, arguing with Luigi and obviously having the upper hand in the end.

It's silent inside our car, just Luigi looking pissed. He hasn't said a word to me though. I want to say something about the dinner and why we weren't alone, but I just decide to stay quiet to keep the peace.

Even at home, he doesn't talk to me, only grunts when I say his name.
Fine, it's better than him screaming.

I lay down into the bed after I changed and got to the bathroom, next to him.
My husband is already asleep and my thoughts wander. To Avan.

The way he talked to me, moved, looked, his goddamn hands and back...

My hand wanders over my stomach, into my pants.

The scar on his lips... I would gladly-

Hold on. Am I really doing this? Next to my husband?

I still with my hand between my thighs and take a look at Luigi. He's still asleep, turning his back to me.

I bite my lip. Fuck it.

My finger finds my pussy and I'm surprised to find me that wet already. I find my clit and circle it while thinking of him. The whole time I do.
I close my eyes and wonder what he would feel like, what he would say, what we would do. And in which position.
I have to muffle my sounds with my hand over my mouth when I cum, and I glance over to Luigi to see if he heard anything and woke up. He didn't. Thank god, he didn't.

What have I done?! I'm married!

I turn over to close my eyes.

Just go to sleep, don't think any further. There won't happen anything between us anyway.

•••••

I wake up and suddenly remember something. The ring.

He didn't give it to me. He certainly couldn't have a better option to give me a present. After all, it was our anniversary.

It's not for me. Wait, it could still be, couldn't it? He wouldn't...? Would he? Is he cheating on me? Fuck, it would make so much sense... We didn't fuck, didn't date... He doesn't care at all. I'll have to make sure. Am I going crazy? Am I? I am, ain't I? No, stay calm. Think.

I turn to look at him. He's not there. I take a look at the clock. It's 12 pm?!

He's at work, for sure. Call him. That's a good start...

I get up and grab my phone, dialing the number of his office. Expecting his secretary's voice, I instead get greated by an unfamiliar one.

"I'm sorry, but where is my husband's secretary, Ms. Wilson?"