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Just one last time.

Oddly, this was sounding like my mantra.

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YOU LIED

Tuesday before ‘The Big Game’

Ava

As I pulled up to the cabin, the familiarity of it all hit me like a ton of bricks. My heart raced, and I told myself that I had done this before and loved it. I didn’t need to second guess myself…this was a part of my normal now.

Was it normal, though? Having affairs with women while my husband knew the entire time? Is that what I really thought normal was?

My father had regular affairs with women, and when my mother would find a clue…a hint…she’d look the other way and simply make an excuse for him. It disgusted me each time, and I knew she was miserable even though she plastered a fake fucking smile to her face every day. Back then, my father had been a notable professor inside the Middlebury community, and people adored him. He had been awarded many literary awards and even led some of the church’s charitable organizations.

I hated my father for everything he did to my mother, even if it was just blatant disrespect.

Maybe I did think this was all part of marriage.

When I get inside the house, there are candles and flowers lining the stairway into the dining room. A tall bottle of red wine and two wine glasses top the table, and a charcutier board with different meats, cheeses, and fruits in between them.

I was confused, because Ambrosia certainly never made a fuss like this before; usually she was the only one on the dinner menu.

I didn’t know how this would work while she wore the mask.

Ambrosia appeared, not in aGhostfacemask, but in a clear mask that was painted like a clown. She was wearing a black teddy with multiple straps and hardware that made her body look like a naughty, wrapped presents.

“This is nice…but I don’t know how this will work…I’m not looking for a romantic evening…”

Her hair was pulled up into a high pony, looking a little shorter than it used to be, and she pulled out a chair for me, motioning for me to sit.

It all fairness, this was creepy as hell without her being able to speak. But it thrilled me a little to know that she was doing as she was told—no talking and no kissing. I’d play along for a moment, but I wanted to feel her heat on me soon. My fingers twitched at the thought of touching her.

I sipped the wine, watching as she began stripping off the straps while holding my eyes. I watched her eyes change from blue to a light gray, and something flickered behind them as I studied her.

Familiarity crept up my neck and sent tingles down my back, my nipples hardening and reacting to her exposed breasts.

I licked my lips as I watched each one drop, her pink nipples pulled tightly into peaks.

I didn’t wait for her to finish; I stood from the table, closing the space between us and grabbed her neck. She gasped, and I smiled at the shock in her voice.

“I didn’t tell you to set any of this up, this wasn’t my idea. If a romantic evening is what you are after, I’m afraid I can’t give that to you.”

I licked from the length of her collarbone up the side of her neck to her ear. She shivered under my touch, and whispered, “More.”

My thoughts go to Mary as soon as the words leave her lips. My mind filled with her soft sighs, her pleads. It drove me crazy just thinking about her begging me, and it drove me to command the same things from Ambrosia.

If I couldn’t have Mary the way I wanted her, I could have Ambrosia.

“Get on the floor…on all fours.”

She does just as I asked, and the flimsy fabric of the teddy spreads her pussy for me, and I can see her wetness shining on her lips and thighs.

In this moment, I wished I had a cock. Hell, I wish I had bought that strap on that I found on theAdam and Evewebsite I was browsing earlier today.

I wanted to fuck that tight hole until she was screaming my name, begging for me to let her finish.

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