The Lustful Husband

Chapter Ten

Chapter 10 - Reconciliation

Morning came, and with it, the tribulations of the day before. Jackson woke up and immediately his arms went in search of his wife, ready to draw her closer to him due to habit. However what he found was an empty space where Amelia normally lay. He groaned, he knew he'd screwed up yesterday, he wished the world would swallow him up and spit him out about twenty four hours ago.

To some extent he was shocked it had taken him two years to screw up so badly as initially he had been sure he would be a terrible husband; what had taken place yesterday however deemed him worse than just a terrible husband.

He had acted out of instinctual anger, well, rage more like. Honestly, he's never felt like he deserved Amelia as his wife, someone as pure-hearted as her would appeal to any man and he hated feeling threatened. He always strived to protect her from the unwelcome eyes of other men and even Amelia had come to terms with his possessive nature.

The fact that he had been the one to bring the man who would act on his carnal desires towards his wife and try to force himself on her into their house pained him. Then for him to direct his anger towards his unassuming, traumatized wife at a time when she needed his love and affection was what sealed his grave. He had rarely been that angry in his entire lifetime and he sure as hell had never directed anything close to that anger towards his wife.

"Amelia?"He shouted, he couldn't find her anywhere in the house yet her car was still outside. He walked into the conservatory to find her scrubbing the windows. He sighed at the sight, she had her hair in a high ponytail and she wore a sports bra and spandex shorts, her attire suited a workout rather than a cleaning session but he knew from experience that she took to cleaning whenever she was upset.

The spandex material was his weakness, it accentuated the curve of her shapely bottom perfectly and drove him to insanity. Obviously, he had to find a way to dampen his desire for he knew Amelia would not eagerly be participating in any intercourse with him at this moment. He briefly wondered whether she had worn said outfit purposely in an attempt to punish him for indeed, she knew his libido was his weakness. However he perished the thought as he knew his wife did not have a devious bone in her body.

"Amelia..." he sighed, when he realized that she was pretending not to acknowledge his presence.

"Yes Jackson," she replied, her tone monotonous and uninterested. He realized he had nothing to say really, and even if he did she had quite obviously decided he deserved to be shut out for a while.

Jackson knew he was well and truly in the dogs house.

Three days later

Jackson now had absolutely no doubt in his mind that his wife was the most devious, and calculating seductress on the planet. These past few days had been torture. It was generally obvious who wore the trousers in their relationship as Jackson was somewhat old fashioned in terms of marriage between a man and his wife, however for the past few days it was as though the hierarchy had been edited; it was becoming increasingly apparent that Amelia was not prepared to forgive Jackson very easily.

As his wife sauntered into their room that night in only her red and lacy lingerie set, Jacksons eyes followed her every movement. He didn't think it was possible to want something so badly with it being two metres within grasp yet untouchable. Frankly, he'd had enough, he missed his wife, he yearned to hear about her day and hear her sultry laughter and to see her smile at him like he was the greatest man in the world... like she used to.

"You changed without me," he said suddenly, the silence was driving him crazy and he wanted it to come to an end. He stood up and walked towards her.