The Obsessed Husband

Chapter 3

At 6 AM, Ella's eyes opened to sunlight streaming in through the window. She let out a breath as she spotted the unoccupied pillow beside her. Had Dylan already left for work? Or had he not come home in the first place? Maybe he is having an affair. She tossed the thought out of her head. For Christ's sake. She needed to talk to her husband and tell him how she felt. Honest communication—you couldn't have a good marriage without it. Around lunchtime, she would call him.

However, after she completed her morning routine and changed into a white t-shirt and overalls, she went downstairs and saw her husband in the flesh. She felt a pang when she noticed the suitcase next to him. "Are you going on a business trip?" She nearly added, Or are you going to meet your mistress? Luckily, she bit her tongue before the words could exit her mouth.

Surprising her, he lifted her off the ground and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around him, enjoying the taste of him—Red Bull and peppermint. Then she inhaled. God, she'd missed the lemony scent of his aftershave.

He shot her a grin. "Wrong. I'm going to Maui, and you're coming with me."

She raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"I need a vacation, and I want you to come with me." He cupped her breast, causing her nipples to harden.

Catching her breath, she said, "Okay. I guess I should finish packing."

"Not necessary. I packed some things, and whatever we're missing, we'll get in Maui." With her still in his arms, he grabbed the suitcase and went outside, where a long white limousine waited.

"A limo to the airport? Isn't that a bit excessive?" At times, she couldn't believe how wealthy they were. It wasn't too long ago when they'd lived in a one-bedroom apartment and thought a road trip to Niagara Falls was a luxury they couldn't afford.

"No." He tossed the suitcase in the back and sat down on the leather, placing her on his lap. To the driver, he barked, "Drive us to the airport. Take the scenic route." As soon as he put up the partition, he unbuttoned the straps on her overalls. "I should've made you change into a dress," he growled, yanking at her overalls till they were halfway down her thighs. "These damn overalls take too long to get off you."

"I like these overalls," she said, her panties getting wet as he stared at the white cotton that covered her sex.

He grunted, pulling her panties aside and exposing her pussy. "You're so wet for me, wife," he said, touching her clit.

She writhed as he massaged her. "Please," she whimpered, desperate to come. Last night, she'd considered using the vibrator, but she hadn't been able to bring herself to turn it on because all she had been able to think about was how it should've been her husband touching her. Well, now he was and it was everything she'd missed.

"Please what?" he teased her, of course knowing what she'd meant. He slipped a finger into her slit, making her gasp.

"Bastard," she said breathlessly, flooding with heat as he stroked places deep inside her.

With mock-innocence, he said, "I simply don't know what you mean." He gave her nub another light caress.

She wanted to roll her eyes, but then he pinched her clit and she breathed, "Please make me come." God, her husband loved to torture her in the most exquisite ways.

"As you wish." He pulled up her shirt, then sucked on her naked breast. She cried out, hoping the partition blocked out the sound from the driver. His fingers slid into her sex, making her buck and writhe. "You look so sexy right now." His whisper was hot on her tit, causing her nipples to stiffen even more.