Page 32 of Jealous Wife

Rollo’s eyes suddenly looked up at the table around him. Zoey couldn’t help but notice that he looked like a deer in headlights. She took a moment to adjust her body, making her arm placement look less suspect than before. At the end of the table, Ava was keeping her head down.

At first, it looked like she was just looking at the menu, like everyone else, but Zoey inspected her more carefully. She was defeated, sitting with her shoulders hunched and her eyes darting up only occasionally.

No doubt she’s seen what I’m doing to her husband,Zoey thought smugly.What’s she going to do to stop me? Lunge across the table and slap my hand off his cock?

Zoey felt her stomach tie itself into knots. This wasn’t enough, touching him through his pants. She needed more. Her fingers had minds of their own and somehow found their way to his fly. Within a second, his pants were open and her hand was inside.

It was hot in there, like putting her hand into a sauna. His cock was growing harder by the second, throbbing in her palm. Zoey had to hide her grin from the table. If she was caught doing this, not only would her parents be disgusted, but they’d be thrown out of the restaurant and banned from ever returning.

It was easy to get her hand inside his underwear, her fingers clasped around his shaft tightly. Rollo kept moving in his seat, as if he was trying to get her to stop without saying anything. Zoey wasn’t going to stop until she got her way. She was going to tease him until he couldn’t contain himself.

When the waitress came around, Zoey knew she could be even more outrageous. Her parents were distracted as they ordered their food. She took her chance, leaning over so her shoulder was touching his, and whispered into his ear.

“How you doing there?” Her voice purred as she spoke.

Rollo barely looked at her. Zoey grinned at him as his jaw clenched and released. He kept his eyes turned down to the table. Zoey wasn’t giving up, though. She kept her hand wrapped tight around his cock, moving up and down ever so slightly.

“And for you, Sir?” The waitress asked.

Zoey sat up straight in her chair and let her elbow dig into her thigh. She was trying to keep her upper arm against her body so no one could tell where her hand was. She looked up to the waitress and smiled sweetly.

The woman wasn’t much older than her, with dark brown hair and hazel eyes. Her face was rounded, slightly chubby, and her large breasts sagged beneath her white shirt.

“The garden salad,” Rollo said curtly. “And a water.”

Zoey couldn’t help but smirk, but the rest of the table didn’t feel the same way. Her parents shifted in their seats, clearly uncomfortable with the way Rollo was talking to the waitress.

Eric, Zoey’s father, cleared his voice and looked at Rollo pointedly.

“Please,” Rollo added quietly.

Zoey craned her neck around to look at the waitress and smiled as widely as she could, keeping her grip on Rollo firm.

“I’ll have the same,” she said sweetly.

“Me too,” Ava said, not bringing her eyes up from the table.

The sound of her voice startled Zoey. She’d almost forgotten that Ava was there. The waitress didn’t wait around. She turned on her heels and rushed off to the kitchen with their order.

Zoey felt herself relax a little, knowing that someone wasn’t watching over their shoulders, possibly getting a glance of where her hand was. She allowed herself a glance at her parents, wondering how they were doing. Rollo had been taking up all of her attention, she’d barely noticed what was happening above the table.

They were staring at one another, clearly having a silent conversation with their eyes. All throughout their marriage, they’d had this skill. Even Zoey couldn’t figure out what they were saying to each other. But they knew.

Her hand paused on Rollo’s cock as she thought about the possibilities. Had they seen her hand? Had the waitress told them? She glanced around the restaurant, suddenly feeling awake for the first time since she got here. How could she have been so stupid to touch him like this in public? What the hell had come over her?

Zoey wrenched her hand away and brought it up to her chest, clutching it as if she had been stung. Emotions surged through her as she thought about all the stupid things she’d done in her short life, and how this was the stupidest. Her father would have ruined her whole life if he had known what she was doing, right in front of him.

As her eyes filled with tears, Zoey knew that she had to get away from the table before her body betrayed her again. Everything was so fucked up, she didn’t know where her head was.

Her legs banged into the edge of the seat, sending it flying across the floor. Zoey didn’t wait to see everyone’s reactions. She just ran from the table, her hands reaching up to cover her reddening face.

She was embarrassed. What the hell was she going to say to her parents, how was she going to explain all of this? They would never understand her feelings for Rollo. The only thing they would see was a teenage girl ruining a happy marriage.

Zoey rushed into the women’s bathroom as tears fell down her cheeks.It’s not a happy marriage, though.They were both miserable before I came along.

The restroom door bashed open behind her. She whirled around to see Rollo standing in the doorway, a deep frown on his face. Zoey felt a pit in her stomach open up as she looked at him.

Whatever was going on here, he wasn’t happy about this. His fists were clenched and his eyes were dark and shadowed. Zoey felt like a meek little girl, looking up to her angry father.

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