Chapter 12 Blaze
I felt my cock wilt as I watched Daisy stand up from the shadows and walk over to where Amber was lying on the table in front of me.
She had been watching me this whole time.
There was no getting out of this, no hiding.
Unless…unless it fires her up. She could be coming to claim her territory. That would be hot.
Instead, Daisy leaned over the table and put her cup beside Amber’s head, then gently touched her face.
Daisy didn’t acknowledge me at all. She was entirely focused on the girl with a soft caring look on her face.
I was in the middle of fucking another woman in front of her, and she fucking ignored me!
She only spoke to Amber. She introduced herself and then did the opposite of what she should have done.
She gave me up and walked away from me. She should have torn into me, threatened to cut my dick off and hammer it above the clubhouse door.
She should have fought me, or the girl. But instead, she just told Amber she could do better and walked away, ignoring me totally as my cock slid out in disappointment.
Amber scrambled off the table behind me, pulling her dress back up over her breasts, and the skirt down.
“That’s your wife? You fucked me in front of your wife?
I didn’t say that was okay! What kind of sick bastard are you?
Consent. It’s important!” she screeched at me.
She ran for her girlfriends still on the dance floor, yelling at them about what just happened.
Horse, the club nerd, stopped spinning a girl and steadied her against him to listen.
Then he laughed, called over Bear who listened, then shook his head in disappointment.
Then, another club member was called over, and another.
Then a screech as one of the girls held up a used condom, and they all looked at me.
I looked down. My cock was bare. The rubber must have slipped off inside her when I deflated. I tucked myself in, embarrassed. This was probably worse than me naming Midwife. It was supposed to put him down, giving him a girly name, but he was proud of it.
God, what a shit show. First, my wife comes back to town without me knowing, just appears in my favorite diner, but somehow I don’t recognize her.
So what did I do? I hit on her, as if she were a stranger to me, a new body to explore while I’m waiting for her to come back.
Which is actually true, that body of hers looked delicious.
I could almost feel my hands sinking into those hips.
But Midwife humiliated me, called me out, and she ran.
To here, where she catches me screwing around in front of her, and she acts like she doesn’t give a shit.
She’s probably really hurt. She’s probably somewhere crying her eyes out. I felt like an idiot.
I may have to really think about how to fix this.
I may have to really put my efforts into proving that she’s my one and only from here on out, that what happened tonight was the last of it.
What jewelry did I have stashed away for her?
How many pieces would it take? Would I have to resort to diamonds?
I might have to talk to Matchstick and Molly, get their advice on winning back their daughter. They’ll help.
I snuck out of the bar through a side entrance. This was not how I wanted the night to go.