His Wife

Chapter 7

The familiar sound of my phone chiming to indicate that I have received a Whatsapp message pulls me from my brooding. I could not get my wife out of my head.

I unlocked the phone to see that the message was from her. I smiled unknowingly and opened the chat to see a picture of her in the dress that I had chosen.

Could she ever be more stunning? I stared at the picture like some lovesick teenager. The ivory-coloured ruched, heart-shaped bodice, draped sleeve chiffon dress fitted her immaculately. It accentuated her small neat breasts and defined her slender frame.

She was staring up at the camera with a pout on lips that were crimson red and I felt my blood race. Red lips on Leslie were like placing kerosene in a blazing fire. I was lost staring at her until another message came in.

It read. Wweeelll???

It was then that I realized there was a question beneath the picture.

She had typed. This dress makes my backside look big 😣😣.

To my surprise, I burst out laughing and found myself replying.

No Leslie it doesn't.

Are you absolutely sure?

I will let you know when I reach to pick you up. I might get better clarity when I see you in person.

I think I should wear the dress I brought.

Too late to change now darling. Best get in the elevator we are turning in the drive now.

Ok..... but I still believe it makes my backside look big.😦😦

I was still smiling as I alighted from the car and went inside the Villa's receiving area which was adjacent to the dining hall. I adjust my ivory dinner jacket and straighten the matching bowtie as I wait for the lift to descend.

It opened in mere seconds of my arrival and I was greeted by the sight of my wife and I knew then and there it was going to be hell to keep my hands off her. I also wish I had opted for masturbation when I had gotten ready at my office after the meeting but I was not keen on being late. I felt my member sprang to life with a force that left me very uneasy. These pent-up sexual urges were no good. I was sure of it.

At our wedding her short pixie burgandy cut was subtlety curled, now it was an array of intricate curls and flips. Her makeup was a bit bolder too with her eye shadow an inlay of silvery red, and those lips were more potent in person. To make matters worse I found myself imaging those red lips parting to ease my sexual tension in a gratifying way.

Fuck! I snapped as I felt my pants get a little tighter as I bulged some more. I shift as I try to will my hardon away.

Her hesitant pose by the elevator, with her cylindrical gold studded clutch, gripped before her as she glanced uncertainly at me made me want her even more, was not helping me wanting her any less at all.

She was a mixture of innocence and danger. She intrigued me in ways that she did not realize were hedonistic. Those peep toe stiletto satin heels did wonders for her shapely legs and crazy things to my imagination.

I tore my eyes away from her as the sight of her was not helping the state of my condition only to see that she had also caught the eyes of other guests and I wanted to snarl at them not to look at her. She was for my eyes only.

When she reached me she walked into my chest as if to hide away and I realized then and there that my wife was embarrassed by the stares she was receiving.

It increases my pride and I smile as I place one hand around her and use the other to tilt her face up. I hope she did not feel the evidence of my need.