Trapped Affair (18+)

(1) everyday

Everyday I turn over at 4:10am as the door slams shut.

Off to work he goes.

I barely register that he's even gone. It almost doesn't matter. He's always gone.

The lock clicks shut and my mind starts to rest again. I know it's the last sound I'll hear for a while.

The next time I stir it's because of the doorbell.

A groan leaves my lips and I pull my head off of the pillow to glance at the time.

10:13am

Fuck

I groan again and slowly push myself off of my bed. The person rings the bell again and I curse at them in my mind.

What the fuck are you in a hurry for?

I slap my face and manage to move a little faster towards the door. When I open the door an older gentleman is glaring at me holding only a skirt sized envelope.

You couldn't have just fucking put it down?

"Hello, are you Ms. Rina Telleburg?" Cringing inwardly at my husband's and now my last name I nod. "Great, please sign here." He thrusts a pen at me and I take it.

Once I sign I move to hand him back the pen, which he gracefully snatches from my hand.

"Thanks." He mumbles, pushing the envelope towards me and turning away.

"Yeah..." I mumble, starting to examine the package closely.

from Krina Yamajun to Risa Telleburg.

My sister sent me something...?

I caressed my last name longingly. I missed being called Risa Yamajun and I wished I hadn't been talked into taking his name.

I headed back inside, carefully shutting the door behind me and locking it. Then I moved towards the kitchen for a knife to open the package with. I had no idea what my sister would send me. We hadn't talked since the winter holidays after all.

Carefully, I glided the knife through the package and then set it down on the marble counter. I tilted the package down ward into my other hand and shook.

Plop.

A sleek, creamy colored piece of paper slid into my hand.

Please join the Yamajuns at Krina's baby shower! This is her first baby shower and one for the books! Please bring something you know the extending family will love and need! See you then!

I stared at the words for a few moments. A baby...

I knew I was supposed to be happy. My sister was pregnant and their family was growing. My family was growing.

But all the news seemed to cause was an ache inside.

I set the envelope and invitation down and glanced at the mirror on the wall in the hallway.

I looked awful. My eyes had dark circles even though I slept 15 hours a day, and my hair was clearly in desperate need of a haircut, or just any kind of attention. I was wearing the same blue sweater and black pants for the fifth day in a row. I was even slumping. I looked like someone who didn't care about herself and maybe I...didn't.

I was a "house wife" with no kids, no pets, so nothing to distract myself with. Even when my husband came home the house didn't feel any less empty. He took a shower, ate dinner if I made it that night and then would go to bed. I can't even remember the last time we had sex and fuck that was an itch I had to scratch. So, I was gonna get it scratched. It was a Friday after all. Perfect time for end-of-the-week sex.

But first...I needed to fix everything.

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10:46pm

I grinned on the bed when I heard the door slam shut. I tossed my switch aside and pulled my hair from its ponytail. I positioned myself so my chest was on the bed and my ass was in the air. He used to be such a dom and maybe I just needed to remind him of that. I was wearing an old choker he bought me with matching red lingerie.

I tightened my hands on the sheets in anticipation as the door swung open.

Silence.

Then a sigh.

"Rina, what are you doing?"

I tried to ignore the growing pit in my stomach.  I glanced over at him and lowered my voice a bit.

"Waiting for you to come home."

I moved slowly off the bed and towards him. He did look good in his suite.

"I want you badly, Adrian." I said, placing my hands on his shoulders and pulling myself up. "Please give it to me." He grunted begrudgingly and wrapped his arms around my waist lifting me off the ground. He dropped his suitcase and threw me on the bed simultaneously.

"You want it bad, huh. Been waiting a long time for me to fuck you, right?" He climbed on top of me, caressing my leg slowly. "How desperate." He mumbled, a second before placing his lips on my own.

Desperate?

How fucking rude.

"Desperate?" I placed my hands on his shoulders pushing him away slightly. The look in his eye was fierce.

"Yeah, and? You didn't see that little ass in the air like I did. So, come on. I'll give what you want so desperately. Let's fuck." He kissed me aggressively and quickly. His hands found my breasts and he ripped the lingerie off of my person. He pulled his lips away and dragged them down my chest.

I knew this was humiliating. I knew this was
making me feel shitty, and yet it felt good.

Shit.

He fucked me, and he fucked me hard. It felt good, but it also felt like we were just fucking. As if he didn't know me. He was just using me to get off. He was my husband. Was I supposed to be feeling like this?

An hour later, I lied next to him staring at the ceiling. I felt awful, like I needed to get out of here and away from him.

Even just for a few hours.

Just a few hours...