The Reluctant Scoundrel: The Tainted Series

The Reluctant Scoundrel

The Tainted Series

I felt her body pressed intimately against mine. Her long dark hair tickled my nose and as she tilted her head back it flipped above her head in a wide and arching motion. Her excitement was palpable. Her dark eyes were blazing and full of vigor. I heard a distant rumbling. I didn't know if it was the engine or my heart doing a somersault. I looked at my wife, Jen. Her eyes were smoking and even in this dark and cramped space, I thought she was easily the most beautiful woman I had ever known. Her hair was wavy and dark like the ocean at night. Eyes like chestnuts offering themselves in supplication. Nice perky lips, upturned in the corners in a perpetual smile. Small cute ears, sensitive enough to hear even the slightest of sweets whispers. An oval face, which was perfectly cup-able in my large hand. Humble breasts with sensitive nipples that responded even to the slightest molestation. A thin waist that lead to a bottom that you could bounce a quarter off of and still make change. She had powerful thighs that knew just how to squeeze down to keep my hand or head in place. Mmmm! All of these things described my wife's physique. I gazed upon the beauty that was my wife and couldn't believe that she was still so stunning after all these years.

Her eyes were still blazing as she moved closer to me. Her small hand rose as she reached for my shirt. I fantasized about her crushing her lips against mine and us building on that passion until it devoured us whole. She grabbed my shirt and pulled me closer. We had to be careful. In the cramped space of the back seat of the car that we were in, there wasn't a lot of room for any real maneuvering. I helped her by scooting closer.

A part of me wishes I didn't.

"Tell me the truth!" Her eyes were cut into dangerous slits, just as they had been for the last 20 minutes. She whispered fiercely, so that those in the front seat wouldn't overhear. "I saw you looking at that little bitch of a waitress, Lance. Did you flirt with her? She was hanging all over you and you just let her. I was sitting right there! Why didn't you stop her? Huh? Are you planning on seeing that little tart again? Huh? Answer me!"

I closed my eyes and allowed my fantasy to drift away into the sweet slumber of dreams while I faced the crushing reality before me. Jen was the love of my life and the mother of my two children. No other woman could ever be to me what she was. She was my angel, my Aphrodite, my Oshun. Still, she had spent the entire ride back to my sister-in-law's home, grilling me about the mostly inattentive waitress at the restaurant we just left.

I looked at her with as much love as I could muster and intoned sincerity in my voice. "Darling, I wasn't checking out the waitress. Honestly, she was hardly even at the table."

She wouldn't hear of it as her face turned an interesting hue of red. She whispered fiercely, "Bullshit! She was practically rubbing herself all over you. Admit it!"

My wife had a lot of wonderful, sexy and lovely qualities; however, her penchant for jealousy was not one of them. I spoke to her in soothing tones. "Sweetheart, she bumped into me once when she was clearing away the table."

She looked like she just won a prize. Her eyes widened and there was a slight look of madness there. "So you were paying attention to her!"

"Huh? No. I'm just saying that she bumped into me by accident."

"But if you weren't paying attention or checking her out how would you know how many times she touched you and why?"

"Uh, because it's my body."

"Right and you were just itching to have that little bitch all over you. Weren't you?"

I tilted my head back, looking towards the heavens. This conversation was getting us nowhere. When she got like this there was only one way to drag her back to center. I held her face between my hands and looked into her eyes. "Jennifer, you're the smartest, most beautiful and outstanding woman I have ever known. I love you from the bottom of my heart. There isn't another woman who could ever make me feel the way you do. You're my air—my life. I love you and only you."