Fitful Drive Home

Adam returned to their lonely house, walked straight to the pantry, and dug out one of Holly’s liquor bottles she used for margaritas. Adam didn’t even know what it was. He wasn’t a big drinker, but today he was going to make an exception. He poured a generous amount into a glass, the amber liquid shimmering under the dim kitchen light. One gulp after another. The burn was immediate, leaving a fiery trail down his throat, temporarily numbing his addled mind.

Adam stared at his phone. He needed answers. Holly wasn’t due back till tomorrow, but he didn’t know if he could handle this over the phone.

Suddenly, the lock to the door raddled, unlocking and swinging open wide. “Hey, hun,” Holly smirked with a beaming grin Adam hadn’t seen since their wedding day.

Holly stepped inside, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She was wearing a mesmerizing red dress he’d never seen before. It hugged her curves and teased with a plunging neckline that flaunted her tempting, full breasts.

“So,” she began, her voice low and husky, “Sara said you were…tasty.” She winked, and Adam felt his stomach plummet. He couldn’t speak, couldn’t even process the casual way she referenced the afternoon’s events.

Holly crossed the room, her movements fluid and deliberate, and placed a hand on his cheek, her touch strangely tender. “I always wanted you to indulge your, animalistic side,” she whispered, her breath warm against his ear. “Your primal lusts.” She leaned in, her lips brushing against his, a kiss that tasted of tequila. “I’m soooo glad you did.” Adam, still reeling, could only manage a weak gasp. He just stood there, numb, as Holly pulled him into a long, slow embrace. The ****, he realized, wasn’t the only thing burning.

“I don’t understand,” Adam finally muttered into his wife’s open mouth.

“What’s to understand? I told you to see other people, you did.” Holly’s grin widened as she began to pet the crotch of his jeans. The Holly before him was different, captivating, and hypnotically alluring, unlike the bride he knew. “We needed a spark in our marriage and let me tell you, knowing that some little slut was **** on that thick cock of yours, seeing how you used her and covered her with cum like a whore.” Holly guided Adam’s hand between her legs and hiked up her dress just high enough to give him access. “It made me so jealous… and wet,” she huffed. Her voice a husky whisper.

Adam swallowed hard as she dipped his fingers between her legs, forcing them between her soaking folds. She was wetter than he’d ever felt his wife before.

In his spellbound state, Adam’s response was the only one his mind could produce. “You’re a bad girl.” He smirked as he brought his bride in for a passionate kiss.

Holly laughed, a throaty sound that sent shivers down his spine. “Oh, honey,” she purred, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw, “I’m far worse than you could ever imagine.” She pulled back slightly, her eyes glinting with a mischievous light. “And I plan to show you just how bad.” The tequila haze began to clear.

Suddenly, a sharp rap echoed against the wood of the front door. A smirk played on Holly’s lips as she moved to answer it.

“Who could that be?” Adam said as Holly went to answer the door, puzzled as to why she’d allow an interruption to there, renewed intimacy.

“I thought I’d invite your friend to join us.” Holly smirked