Page 2 of Dirty Rotten Cheating Husband

I was immediately entranced with the ethereal fairy costuming and big, comic performances, and for a moment my head swam with joy.

How lucky was I?

My favorite play, the best degree program in the world, and a supportive husband who’d already told me I should take as long as I wanted to find the costuming job that was right for me.

When the lights were raised for intermission, I looked over at my husband, my heart feeling like it could burst out of my chest.

“That was incredible! Thank you so much for choosing this as your firm’s outing!”

He listened to my enthusiasm in his usual way, his eyes calm and watchful. He was the best listener I had ever met. He never got bored, never interrupted me.

When I was done talking, one side of his mouth curved up a bit as he smiled at me.

Grayson Bentley was still a mystery to me. He was so quiet and stoic, and rarely showed any emotion. He was always unfailingly kind and thoughtful, but sometimes there was a look in his eyes, or a quick bitter flash of his lips, that I couldn’t interpret.

I yearned to know everything there was about him, but didn’t want to pressure him to tell me more about the years before we had met or his job.

He bent over my lips and kissed me gently.

“I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

CHAPTER 2

Grayson

Ishouldn’t be doing this.

It’s too risky.

Clementine might get suspicious.

And she can’t get suspicious.

It would ruin everything I’ve worked so hard for.

But I can’t help it. It’s been several weeks since I’ve indulged myself, but the shit is about to hit the fan at work. I need this release.

I need to fuck Vivi.

When Clementine glances down at her program, I jerk my head over to my coworker. She knows what I want and her blue eyes brighten with excitement

“I’ll be right back,” I say, touching my wife’s arm gently.

She looks around, her big hazel eyes wide and trusting.

“Thank you again for this, Grayson. I don’t know how I got so lucky to have you as my husband.”

She loves me. Way too goddamn much. It’s written all over her face, the way her body curves toward mine.

I nod my head but don’t say anything else.

Right now, her love is a smothering blanket, and I’m itchy as fuck from it.

I need this release.

Vivi knows what to do, and by the time I take a circuitous route around the theater, she’s already inside the single-use bathroom.

I need this and I need it now.

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