Page 9 of The Divorce

Unlike Seth, I never lost sight of him.

I took my phone out and saw Eliza had messaged me.

Eliza:Good luck!

Me:You wouldn't believe me if I told you what happened. I'm about to leave now. I'll tell you all about it when we're back home.

I was about to put my phone in my bag when it rang. When I saw it was Seth, I swallowed my sadness and answered it.

“Hey, Kat. Sorry about this afternoon. Can we meet up another time?”

I walked towards Eliza’s car and held the phone to my ear.

“Hi, Seth. That was madness. Sure,” I said with a faint smile, remembering Lizzie and Warner.

“Great, what about dinner—at a restaurant, of course?” he asked quickly, reassuring me that it wouldn't be at our home.

“How about lunch?” I asked because dinner seemed too intimate.

Our lunch dates vanished within the first year of our marriage. Both of us were too busy at work. I wanted to ask him how he took so much time off, but I didn't want to create friction. I left our marital home to avoid screaming matches or the blame game. We never argued because I hated friction, but that didn’t mean I was a doormat.

“What about now?” he asked.

I stopped at Eliza’s car, and there was a rear tyre puncture.

“Oh, no,” I whispered.

I left my car at our home because I didn't want to apply for a residential parking permit in Eliza’s area. We decided to share her car, but this was the part I hated about borrowing anything from someone. |In case I damaged something that didn't belong to me.

“What’s wrong?” Seth asked.

“Eliza’s car has a flat. I need to get it fixed,” I said, frowning because she needed it to pick Grant up.

“Are you still at the firm? If you are, I can be back there in a few minutes. I’m not too far away,” he said.

“Oh, sure, if it isn’t too much—”

“Nope, not at all. See you soon, love,” he said and quickly hung up.

I smiled at the screen. This was the man who would never take my calls over his business needs. His texts were sporadic, but they were an improvement over trying to speak to him over the phone. The only reason for the drastic change I could think of was that he had left Saul in charge and was taking time off.

∞∞∞

I held Seth’s jacket as he put the spare tyre on Eliza’s car. He said he would order a new tyre to be fitted the following day. His shirt was rolled up over his arms as he worked, and I recalled his potency when we did fuck. Which brought filthy images of his perfectly manscaped cock to my mind. I discreetly lifted his jacket to my face to inhale his scent.

What if I didn't find another dick like his? Would I try online dating? Add to my profile that I require 9 inches or more. Should I toss in that pubic hair needs to be shorter than 5mm? I would prefer even-sized but big balls. Along with a yummy tummy trail leading to said goods. Would I need to wade through a sea of dicks to find the right one and hope whatever it was attached to was acceptable?

This led me to think of how he knew to make me cum. The right thrust, the way he rubbed me andallthe nasty shit he would say to push me over the edge.

Damn it, I should have used the damn vibrator before I left.

Chapter 7

Seth

My eyes widened in surprise when I saw Katya with my jacket over her mouth. She had a distant look in her eyes, but when she rubbed my jacket on her cheek, I noticed that her face was flushed and pink. My girl was horny, and that instantly made my cock jerk. Our last time had been a quickie in the shower.

No. No more quickies. I wanted hours, days of fucking my wife. We had been wild on our honeymoon. I gulped, thinking of how hard she would cum when I fucked her from behind with my fingers wrapped around her throat.

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