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orgasm that was
probably meant for another woman inside of me. It was sheer heaven
as I came once more that knowledge alone pushing me over the edge.
When our heart rate and limbs began to work in concert we made our
way to the master bedroom but first we checked on the children.
Thankfully they were all fast asleep in their beds. I lingered a
minute looking at each of my children, saying a silent prayer of
thanks to God for their presence and continued safety.
    Upon entering our bedroom I found Mark
disrobing with a bit of malice. He was roughly pulling off the
expensive suit and his shoes. I could see the wrestling with his
conscious as the realization that he had just fucked his wife in an
effort to quell the desire to fuck another woman. I was rewarded
for my observations with my own shit. This whole scene strangely
turned me on and I had not a clue why. Nicole was beautiful that
was true but the thought of her touching my husband intimately
should have sent my blood boiling. Instead I wondered what that
would look like. What the hell was wrong with me? I rushed into the
bathroom before Mark could finish abusing his clothing. I allowed
the water to cascade over my head ruining my hair but I didn’t
care. I wanted to wash away the dirty thoughts in my head. They
were making me feel extremely unclean.
    “I am sorry about that,” Mark said
interrupting my thoughts as he joined me under the water. He
wrapped his arms around my waist as he pressed his face against my
bareback. I placed my hands over his hands giving them a squeeze. I
wasn’t angry with him. How could I be angry with him? I was feeling
what he was feeling only had come to terms with the emotions. Well
sort of! I had a head start on this and my husband was playing
catch up.
    “I don’t know what came over me?” Mark’s
voice was sad and it hurt me to hear him so conflicted. I tried to
be the voice of reason and to show him that I wasn’t angry and
understood the rush of sexual emotions. “I do. It was Nicole. She
has that effect on people.”
    “Eva, do you really think that I am
interested in her enough to ruin my marriage. I am not you,” he
said huffily exiting the shower. I was at a loss.
    “Mark, stop it. We both know that she has had
some kind of effect on us. Denying it will only lead to an
unnecessary argument,” I retaliated to his retreating wet back.
    “I do not want that woman. I watched as my
wife became undone and if anything what happened in the garage was
me trying to stake my claim on what rightfully belongs to me.” Mark
was seething with anger as I stepped out of the shower. Deciding
not to dry off I walked over to him pushing the bathroom door
closed as he opened it. “Don’t do this Mark. I was honest with you
about how I was feeling because we have enough years, love, and
understanding under our belts.”
    “Eva this whole situation is too fucked up to
discuss right now. I just want to go to sleep,” he informed as he
opened the door.
    After drying off I inspected my naked body in
the full-length bathroom mirror. I fought the tears as I remembered
the first time I was with Mark how he marveled at the size of my
breasts. My mother passed on her genetic gift to me but skipped my
sister. However I was always jealous because my sister Elaina’s
breasts were a perfect size. I had to endure years of teasing from
boys because I developed so early. My mind kept comparing my body
to Nicole’s near perfect form. She had zero ounce of body fat
whereas I had given birth to three children via the conventional
method. I wasn’t over weight but I harbored a pooch I could never
rid myself of no matter how much I worked out. Mark insisted that I
still looked as beautiful naked as the first day but I knew he was
just being a sweetheart. Nicole I am sure was lean as a board but
without looking like she spent time in a concentration camp. My
legs were long and muscular but lead to my nemesis fleshy thighs.
Her legs were lean and strong