If I Lie : Book 2

28. Home Is Where The Heart Is pt. 1

To the lovely and devoted to reading this wacky series : Kim! (sorry if I'm putting you on the spot, oops)

Thank you so much for being my new friend on here and pushing me, also with your funny comments you leave. 

ASHLEY pov

I came upstairs as I knew she would be waiting; she likes her afternoon naps when she has time off, that time is often spent devoted to me and the kids, our lovemaking as well. The kids were gone, she is mine alone. The moan in her ear is what kept me vibrant in my every step closer to our bedroom. And I hear her moan now. She is awake, starting without me. 

I hasten my own two feet to meet my wife to the door, feet stepping in pressure to the floors of the hallway. I make my way, hearing Eliza's moans increase. I turn the knob with a smile on my face. "Liz you weren't supposed to start without--"

"Oh!" 

There was a Hispanic girl on the bed, over her, shoulders hunched, her lips hovering over my wife's sex. She laid there, propped on her elbows and a face full of fright. "Ashley, Ashley," 

The girl jumped off of the bed. The girl was the model from before. "what?" the smile had been wiped off of my face. The flowers and books dropped from out of my hold. 

I looked at Eliza who was covering up with the sheets than to the girl who was standing there, trembling and naked. "why?" I asked again. Eliza was coming off of the bed with her hands held up in a careful and concerned fashion. 

"I . . . she . . . you have to know it wasn't your fault, you did nothing wrong," her words left her lips and yet my ears did not receive them.

I couldn't feel my legs anymore. I broke down right there but I didn't want to. None of this made sense to me, I couldn't wrap my head around it. We are a happy pair of soulmates, a happy and beautiful family. We had everything we could ask for and much more. "I don't understand. I gave you everything." I said. 

My arms scrambled to pick up the contents that had fallen to the floor, my books, flowers, and bag. I did not have the strength to look at my wife and her mistress, and with the objects on the floor, the tears came shortly afterward. "baby you are my everything."

"No . . . No. You're punishing me."

"Baby that's not true." Eliza's voice broke. 

"You said it was because I rolled my eyes but now that is not true, it was because I am a bad wife, I wasn't everything." Earlier today the pain stayed with me as I sat in the office working. I withstood the correction from her being the best submissive I knew I could be to her. I was her's to love, correct, protect and have as she saw fit. As she was mine to love, protect and have as I did. 

Eliza could only muster a painfully truthful sigh and the girl came closer to trying to get to her clothes. I looked at the girl with haunted eyes. How dare she try to escape me now? Has she no shame? She took my wife from me. My eyes turned back to Eliza. I desired her attention to the need to know. "I am yours, does that mean anything to you?" I asked her. "I would never leave you even at your worst," now time as worse as ever; the bruises on my behind were proof and the tremble resonating throughout my body screaming by her hand.

Why? Never had I forsaken my wife, betrayed her as such, lied to her, lied against her. I knew nothing else. All I knew was Eliza. I knew nothing else. The past ten years she has consumed me. 

She sat on the end of the bed, without force to explain herself as the scene did the description of justice. I made my way before her to understand how this woman could wound me so deeply and bloodless.