Ultimatum

Sue woke to an empty bed and the faint chill of the morning air against her bare skin. The sheets clung to her slightly, the scent of last night lingering in the silence. She stretched, her body aching in ways both satisfying and unresolved, and padded quietly downstairs.

Eric was slumped on the sofa, one arm draped over his eyes, still asleep. He always retreated there after their arguments but today, something felt different. There was a distance in the air.

In the kitchen, Sue busied herself making coffee, the aroma rising in slow curls as she listened to the familiar creak of the floorboards. Eric appeared in the doorway, rubbing sleep from his face, hair dishevelled, eyes bleary.

He froze when he saw her still naked, standing by the window with morning light playing off her skin.

“Bloody hell, Sue,” he blurted, wide-eyed. “What if the neighbours see you?”

She didn’t flinch. “Let them,” she said coolly, sipping from her cup. “Maybe they’ll enjoy the view more than you do.”

Eric hesitated, then took the coffee she offered, his fingers brushing hers. “You’re serious?”

She met his gaze. “I hope they’re rock hard thinking about my tits.”

He said nothing. She saw the pulse jump in his neck.

Sue stepped closer, her voice low but firm. “What were you watching last night? When you couldn’t be bothered with your own wife?”

Eric flushed a deep crimson, looking down at his cup. “You’ll think I’m disgusting.”

Sue tilted her head, unimpressed. “Show me. Or we’re done.”

Wordlessly, he handed over his phone. She unlocked it, scrolling through the search history. Pornhub. XHamster. Nothing unusual until she saw the search terms: gloryholes, sex clubs, wives who share.

Her eyes lingered there. “This what gets you hard?”

Eric nodded, sheepish.

Sue took a final sip, placed her mug on the counter, and stood tall. “You could’ve had me last night,” she said, voice like ice wrapped in velvet. “But you chose your hand and a screen.”

He swallowed hard. “I… any chance we could”

“No.” She cut him off sharply. “You’ll wait. And if I catch you watching that crap again or jerking off like a teenager, I won’t just stop touching you I’ll find someone who will.”

Eric stood there, dumbfounded, his erection unmistakable through his sweatpants.

Sue left him in the kitchen and walked upstairs, the sway of her hips intentional. In the shower, hot water cascading over her skin, she let her mind drift to new ideas, new games.

By the time she was dressed for work, her panties were already damp.

A plan was forming.