The Secret Life of Blythe

19. Leo

I push my face into the back of her head, the smell of her beautiful hair emanating around me.  Its is the purest, sweetest smell there is.  It's home to me and i hate myself for ever thinking about what could have been with another woman. Today may have been annoying to her but it's been the best day I've had all month.  It says a lot. 

She's slumped against me as I run my fingers over her lower back.  I needed this moment so badly, just to hold her for a while. I'll put her over on her own side soon, so she isn't mad with me when she wakes, but first I run my fingers over our bump, her arms and back until I feel like bear hugging her. I struggle to resist the temptation so I gently lay her down on her side and shimmy away from her.  I won't kiss her goodnight, it seemed to trigger her yesterday.  Whatever she or anyone says, I respect Blythe more than anyone in this world. I just hope to god one day she feels that again. 

I fall asleep with the first care free genuine smile on my face for weeks.  It's the deepest sleep I've had since the last night I spent with her.  When I wake up in the morning I'm even happier, she came to me in the night and cuddled in to me.  Her face rests on my chest and my arms tucked around her.  I don't want to move her but I'm not sure how she'll react so I gently coax her back to the middle until she's far enough away that she won't suspect anything.  I breathe a sigh of relief knowing that she won't be mad at me, anymore than she already is, that is.  I'm going down the clinic today so I'll have to leave for a couple of hours later. I'm hoping she doesn't do a moonlight flit on me like the last couple of weeks.

There's movement next to me as I still, hoping she won't be mad that I coaxed her to falling asleep on me.  I know it's desperate but I'm a desperate man.  When you've been loved by a woman like Blythe it's hard to go without her cuddles and affection.  I'm surprised I've lasted this long.  I decide to test to test water and roll over. 
"Morning"
"Hmm" she says scowling at me.
Well it's better than nothing I suppose.
"I know what you were doing last night"
"I was looking after my pregnant wife, nothing more" I huff.
"I've got my eye on you" she says like I'm stealing hugs or some shit.
She sits up and I move to massage her back again, she lets out a peaceful sigh and pushes back in to me. 
"Is it bad"
"Not bad just uncomfortable"
"Anywhere else"
"Nah just my back at the moment"
I want to wrap my arms around her so badly that I can almost see it playing out.  Why couldn't I have had restraint with Gia?  Blythe's everything to me that's why, I don't want to put a foot out of place, I've got too much to lose.
"Right! stuff to do, people too see" she says standing up, her naked body, in front of me, tormenting me as I check her out.  I want to bite her bum so badly that I have look away. 
"What are we doing today?" I ask
She huffs, "haven't you got work or something?"
"Nope" I'm all yours.
"Great" she says sarcastically making me feel a little hurt.
She heads toward the shower and I absentmindedly follow, switching on the second shower head.  If she doesn't have a problem walking around naked then neither do I. 
She tilts her head up in to the stream of water seemingly enjoying the feel of the water running down her face.  I lift out the shampoo from the caddy and squeeze some into my hand and then offer her the same.  She rolls her eyes at me for the tenth time today already.
"You know that's for woman right?"
"It smells like you, I couldn't give a shit, it's my favourite" I say.
She shrugs her shoulders and adds shower cream to her sponge before she slathers it over her body.  When she moves it between her legs I have to look away as my cock stiffens.  I use the same sponge to wash my body too when she's finished, desperate to feel an ounce of her on me.   I rinse off the shampoo and squeeze some conditioner on my hands and the same to Blythe.  This is our routine.  I'd do anything to run the comb through her hair too.  As she's massaging the conditioner in to her scalp I pick up the comb and show her my intention.  Her face goes from anger to resignation in a few short seconds.
"Go one then if you must, I hate doing it anyway"
Blythe's wavy hair goes down to her bum when it's wet, I never want her to chop it off.  It's thick and lush.  I start at the ends, and work my way up.  It's a satisfying process, I know full well she loves this.  She would suck me off nearly every time I did it as a reward in the past.  Her eyes are hooded and she's sighed several times.  I re-position her to get the front pieces of her hair, realising they're pasted over her breasts and my cock goes bananas.  I have to move behind her again and pull the hair over her shoulder so she doesn't see how perverted her husband is.  "Would madam like anywhere else massaged or preened?" I say jokingly.
"Yes but you can't help me with that unfortunately" she smirks.
The thought of her going back to him makes me snap, I'm not proud of it but I grab her arm and push her against the tile so she's facing me.
"He touches you again and I'll end him! Is that clear Blythe?"
"I told you the only man that will be touching you is me" my breathing has turned erratic as I take her in.
"No one fucking touches you apart from me" I look her straight in the eyes until she can see how deadly serious my threat is.
"I don't want you touching me, it makes me feel dirty just thinking about it" she snaps.
"I deserved that, so I'll let it pass but once I'm cleared down the at clinic, I'll be looking after you"
"No you fucking won't!  I don't want you touching me Leo"
My nostrils flair I'm so angry.  It's hateful for her to say I'm dirty.  Gia isn't a slag as far as I know.  It's not like i fucked loads of woman it was one fuck up with one woman.
"We'll see" I say
"Yeah we fucking will, you'll be out on your ear if you touch me"
"Threaten me again with kicking me out and I will fucking leave"
"Go on then! Go, I dare you, go fuck off back to your criminal friends in New York where you belong because I don't think I want you anymore!"
She leaves the bathroom slamming the door behind her and I sit on the shower floor.  Regret running through my veins. I want to tell her how sorry I am, not scream at each other.  When I dress and head down the stairs she's gone.  Do I text and beg her not to have sex with that guy again.  Or trust the fact that she won't now?  I think I'll have a heart attack if she does.  To de-stress I lift some weights in the gym for a couple of hours before heading to the clinic.  I've paid for a full sexual health test.  Bloods the lot.  I know Gia hasn't passed me anything, she has more health screening for all her cosmetic procedures than anyone I know.  Her pussy is pimped and primed to within an inch of its life.  When I pull up, I watch a kid go inside itching his crotch, I shudder at the thought.   The nurse swabs me and checks out my balls saying everything looked good.  I have some bloods taken and pay for my results to be expedited.  I can't face waiting for days on end so the results should come back in tomorrow, then I know I can relax.  At least that will be one step closer to her forgiving me.