Returning to his Lonely House

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 on the door rattled, 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,” Holly said, her voice low and husky, “Why haven’t you fucked her?”

“What? Who?” Adam stammered.

“You know who.” Holly smirked as she 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. “But I’ll settle for a front row seat.” 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 didn’t.” 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 little slut wants your cock…” 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.

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. Holly smirked as she went to answer.

“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.” {Holy} grinned.