What my Wife Doesn't Know...

Getting attached

"So can I still call you Tash!?" I yelled as I spanked her squeezing her ass as she rode on top of me,

"yessss, ah fuck yes you can still call me that!"

I moaned, "tell me how much you like it Tash"

"umm Mathew, I love it, I love it so much!" She moaned riding me faster, "oh, oh god!" She screamed as we came together.

I grabbed her hips making her move slowly letting the climax last longer and she moaned and moaned, it sound a little like she's never done that before, letting the climax last longer, damn it feels good.

I stopped as she got off laying beside me. It was silent for a while as we both catched our breaths, "so who do you think the person in that car was? That was pretty creepy huh?"

"I dont know, but I think they were following me before"

"really?' I nodded,

"Mathew you should really be careful, I mean, you're successful man, people will envy you"

I laughed, "what, so you're telling me someone is going to envy me and kill me or something?" I laughed "Tash you worry too much"

"yeah, and you dont worry enough"

I shook my head, "stop worrying about me babe" I turned towards her rubbing my hand on her cheek, "I'll be fine" I said kissing her as I heard my cellphone ringing.

I looked at the caller id seeing that its Elena, "shit!" I mumbled while getting up and putting on my boxers then answering, "talk to meh!"

"Hey Mat, when are you coming home? You've been at the office long enough"

"I know, Will wanted to keep me here longer to make sure everything was straight"

"okay, well get home, I miss you, and I'm getting a little scared"

"okay, I'm on my way right now"

"what happened?" Tash asked as I began to put my clothes on, "Elena wants me home"

"I knew it, I knew this was going to happen"

I frowned looking at her while I put my pants on, "what are you talking about?"

"I knew you would start choosing between us, and you choose her over me!" She yelled,

I frowned, "Tasha, she's my wife! I have to pick her first"

"no, you know what fuck you Mathew, fuck you!" She yelled beginning to throw stuff at me,

"what the fuck is your problem!?"

"No! Just get the fuck out! Get out!" She yelled as I grabbed the rest of my shit running out the door. The fuck is her problem? I thought to myself as I walked to my car putting my shirt on and driving home.