Page 3 of Jealous Wife

Footsteps sounded behind her, off in the distance. The familiar sound of a wooden door slamming filled the air. Ava recognized the sound of the glass rattling in the frame. The recreation room door had been closed. She looked over her shoulder, staring right at the door. Rollo was walking along with the girl, she was cuddled up close to him.

As they walked up the stairs toward the hotel rooms, Ava saw that they were holding hands. A pit opened up in her stomach as she continued to watch them. The girl put her free hand on Rollo’s forearm as they walked, her fingers gently stroking his skin. For someone Rollo had only met a couple of hours ago, he was looking very comfortable with her.

A fire burned in Ava’s heart. She had been trying to convince herself that Rollo was trustworthy but now he had proven himself otherwise. There was nothing else for Ava to do but follow them. She rushed down the path, retracing her steps as she stared at Rollo’s back, her eyes burning a hole into his ribs.

The girl leaned her head on Rollo’s shoulder. That intimate gesture infuriated Ava. She felt the fire burn brighter, incinerating her organs. Her hands clenched into fists. More than anything, she wanted to storm over there and demand an explanation.

That wouldn’t go well, though. She couldn’t just assume. She needed to collect evidence of her husband’s infidelity. If she couldn’t prove that her husband was cheating on her, or if it turned out she’d been wrong about him, she would just end up making an even bigger idiot of herself.

For now, she’d have to keep her temper under control and keep her distance, hiding in the shadows as she stalked them through the hotel.

Chapter 2

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Strong, large hands grabbed her thighs and hoisted them up. Her back screeched up the wet, tiled wall behind her as her legs wrapped around his waist. A playful giggle slipped out of her mouth as she clung to him.

The huge, silver showerhead pulsed above them. Water rushed down onto their slippery bodies. Rollo’s hands roamed the girl’s curves, tracing her waist and hips with the tips of his fingers.

Supporting her weight with both his hands, Rollo took the opportunity to lean down and take her nub in his mouth. She arched her back and gasped in reply, feeling his tongue lap against her sensitive nerve endings.

The sensation sent shivers down her spine, reaching all the way down between her thighs. Rollo’s right hand followed the tingles. Within a moment his fingers were within her folds, his thumb pressed against her hood as he explored. Her mouth popped open to allow out a guttural groan.

He’d set a fire between her legs, it blazed where his skin connected with hers. Rollo put his lips on her chest as he rubbed her. The girl could feel his smile on her chest, his breath misting on her soaked skin. Hot waves rolled through her body as he pressed the tip of his finger to her swollen button. Rubbing faster and faster, with more and more pressure. She let her hands drift through Rollo’s hair, gently tugging on it with her fists clenched around the strands.

Rollo lifted his head and opened his mouth. “Turn around,” he snapped.

Her eyes bulged at this. She knew what was going to happen. He was going to take her from behind.

At the thought of it, her knees went weak. Shaking hands gripped onto the cold tiled wall as she tried to turn around, careful not to slip over. As soon as her backside was facing Rollo, she felt his hands grab hold of her hips and yank her backward.

His large fingers found their way to her hole and forced their way inside. He waited a second before pounding into her with his hand, shoving his fingers in and out of her. He pulled out and paused just long enough to guide his hardness toward her entrance. Rollo put the tip between her lower lips and kept it there, waiting until he was ready.

“I’m going to go hard, Ava,” Rollo said.

The scene dissolved around her. Instead of watching her husband banging that eighteen-year-old girl, Ava was now in the shower. She looked over her shoulder at Rollo, her eyes wide open and clear. He was holding the base of his shaft behind her.

She’d been imagining she was watching the scene from afar, imagining that Rollo was with someone else. Disappointment washed over her. She felt her shoulders slump as the fire inside her body started to dwindle.

Rollo didn’t waste another second. He grabbed hold of her hips as he slammed into her. Ava’s entire body rocked forward, almost sending her forehead into the wall. Ava reached out in front of her to brace herself. Her eyes looked back at Rollo.

The hair on his chest was completely flat from the water, revealing his toned body. His six-pack was perfectly clear, his muscles clenching as he took ownership of her, and his thick arms were bulging as he held up the bottom half of Ava’s body.

The moment was gone, though. He’d ruined it. Ava’s mind had wandered off in a weird direction. The thought of watching her husband with that other girl had turned her on beyond belief. Now it was gone. She didn’t understand why she’d enjoyed watching it so much, especially since she was so jealous of them spending time together yesterday. Maybe this was her mind’s way of processing what had been happening.

Ava kept staring at Rollo’s body as he took her from behind. His hips connected with her ass, making loud slapping sounds. She concentrated on the sound and closed her eyes. Trying to get back to that imaginary world was hard, but Ava desperately wanted to. It had been years since she’d felt so hot.

Rollo’s hand snaked around her waist, reaching for her swollen nub. With his fingers clamped together, he started to rub her. Ava gasped and moaned as she felt the tension building. Her thighs tightened as her husband plowed her, rocking her forward with every rough thrust. Ava squeezed her eyes shut and let her mind run away, imagining what her husband might have done with that girl.

Rollo rammed into her from behind, hard. He stayed there for a moment, his hips against her, and his rod shoved all the way inside her. Ava moaned in response. She couldn’t stay in the moment, though.

The only thing she could think about was the image of her husband’s fingers deftly moving that girl’s bikini bottom to the side, revealing her wet slit. Rollo would have shoved himself deeper inside of the girl, his hands gripping her hips tightly. Ava could see her husband ravishing the girl in her place, in that very shower. A fire erupted in her stomach, scorching her as Rollo kept pumping.

Ava couldn’t stop herself from thinking about Rollo’s mouth opening above the girl’s big globes, his tongue flicking over their pink tips. The thought consumed her, causing a loud, throaty moan to burst out of her mouth. Rollo took this as her enjoying what he was doing and began to ram her harder.

Ava wondered how tight the girl would have been, how easy it would have been for Rollo to finish inside her with her tight canal squeezing his shaft.

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