The Fake Wife

Conflicted

Jake

When I entered the house, it was dead silent. I walked straight to the guest bathroom to shower, not wanting to wake Alison up. Gracie's words repeated inside my head over and over on my drive home.

I walked to our bedroom after the hot shower but did not make it to bed. I sat in the dark, watching the heavy rain fall outside. After a while, her soft bedside lamp turned on and she looked at me with her sleepy face.

"Jake?" Alison whispered in a husky voice. She pushed the covers away and padded on the carpet to where I was sitting. "I waited for you, but I must have fallen asleep."

As I looked up, I saw her towering over me. "I had some things to take care of in the city. It took longer than expected." Lies, more lies. That was all I did since Gracie had showed up and I hated it.

She looked back at the digital clock on my side. It was 2 am. Alison beamed at me. "Happy birthday, my love."

She slid down and knelt between my legs. From the floor, Alison looked at me and seemed nervous, but why? Her small hands were on the top of my thighs, covered by the dressing gown I got in the guestroom. I felt her soft hands going up and down over them for a minute, not saying anything.

She hesitated to go further up. I did not know what she wanted and lovingly smiled at her. She blinked a few times and murmured. "I want to please you."

My thumb rubbed her lips. "You don't need to do it, baby." And she answered quickly. "I want to."

Alison had never had me in her mouth before. I looked at her pink lips and I could feel my cock getting hard just thinking of them wrapped around me. "Do you want me in your mouth?"

Alison nodded quickly. "Do you want this because you want to try it? Or because you only want to please me?"

Time had passed, but unfortunately, Alison still does things around us perfectly to make us love her. To be indispensable. Some more now that we were all that she had left. She could not help it, even if she did not want to.

I tilted my head to the side to see her better. "Remember what I said? You don't have to do anything for me. That isn't what makes you, my wife."

She did not look into my eyes but answered. "I know, I just want to." Alison moved her hands to the belt holding the dressing gown in place and unfastened it. I was naked underneath and once she opened the front of it, my cock sprung free.

I did not take my eyes off her and even her ears were red from the intensity of my eyes. Alison stared at my cock. She had seen it countless times. But it was like she was waiting for instructions.

Her small shaky hand moved to my length, not knowing how to start. Her hand was soft and warm. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes to stop the tornado going on inside my head.

Alison was not my fucking butler. She was my wife and could not be on her knees waiting for instructions like one.

When my head settled down, I moved my hand over hers and showed her how to pump it. Today, I would give it to her even though I knew she was doing it only for my pleasure.

I opened my eyes and looked down at her. Alison did not take her eyes off her task like a butler she wanted to succeed in her new assignment.

But that was not how I wanted it to happen. I moved closer, and pulling her by the hair, I kissed her.

My cock twitched in her hand from pleasure, and she gasped during my hungry kiss. I moved my hand under her nightdress and stopped the kiss to take it over her head.