Sleeping With My Lover, Living With My Wife

Fifteen

*Allie's POV*

When I wake up, Patrick is nowhere to be found. I crawl out of the bed, wearing only an oversized shirt, and search for him. I find him in the kitchen making breakfast. That's odd. "Good morning, Allie!" he beams with happiness. Also odd.

"Uh, 'morning babe. What's this all about?" I question, pointing to the large smoothie he's holding.

"Oh, well since you're pregnant, I figured I could, you know, help out a little more," Patrick replies with an unnecessary amount of sass. He hands me the drink he made for me and smiles a devious little grin.

"Thanks," I say and take a sip from the delicious fruity beverage.

"You like it?"

"Yeah," I answer bluntly.

"Good! Then drink up!" Patrick says with a wink before walking out of the kitchen.

"Where are you going?" I ask.

"I need to get something from the basement."

"Oh, okay..." I say as I watch him open the door to the basement and descend down the stairs.

Patrick returns a minute later with a rope in hand, but I don't question it. I observe as he sets it down and pulls out his phone, smiling while replying to a text message. Then I frown, thinking to myself. I wish I could make him smile like that. Only one person has that power, though, Pete.

"Uh, babe? Are you texting Pete?" I ask, hoping to catch him red handed.

His phone instantly disappears back into his pocket and he blushes. "No," he quickly answers, scratching the back of his head nervously.

"Okay, whatever," I say, rolling my eyes before going back to finishing the smoothie.

Patrick hugs me from behind. He rests his chin on my shoulder, kisses my cheek and asks, "You almost finished with your drink?" He asks as if it's something important.

"Yeah! It was really good! Thanks, baby!" I say, wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing my lips to his. He allows my tongue into his mouth. I kiss him more passionately and wrap my legs around his waist as he lifts me up off the chair. Patrick carries me a few steps over to the chair where he put the rope and gently sets me down, still not allowing space between our lips. I moan excitedly into his mouth and smile.

I whimper and stick out my bottom lip to pout when he pulls away. "Patriiiick," I whine, not wanting to stop.

He ignores my protest and unravels the rope. I bite my lip, anxiously waiting to see what he's going to do with it. "Give me your hands," he orders before putting them behind the back of the chair and tying them together with the rope. Then he kneels down in front of me and ties each of my ankles to a chair leg, making me completely immobile.

"Mmm how did you know I've always wanted to be tied up while you fuck me?" I ask seductively, beginning to feel aroused by the fantasy. My core heats up and I want him so bad.

"Keep it kinky, right?" Patrick chuckles.

I'm about to beg him to fuck me when I hear a knock at the door. I sigh. "Seriously? Who the hell is here?" I ask furiously.

"Oh yeah! Did I forget to mention that I have another surprise for you?" he asks as if I'd actually believe he forgot.

"A threesome?" I ask, half serious and half joking.