33 - He Knows His Place, Part Two
MFM / Hotwife / Interracial / Voyeurism
Jonathan had some very conflicting thoughts on the way home from Ron’s house.
What had he gotten himself into? He felt awful for having thoughts of being unfaithful, but payment for a loan was payment for a loan, right?
He’d just do it once and move on. He wouldn’t do it again, and it wouldn’t mean anything.
It wasn’t cheating. Sometimes a man needed to live two lives to make it in life.
There was nothing wrong with sex. Why does he have to subject himself to the standard of polygamy, just because society said so?
He knew all these thoughts were just a way to justify what a disgusting, unfaithful little pig he was, but he needed some way to internalize these thoughts before he ate himself alive.
He pulled up into the driveway of his beautiful, big home with a big sigh.
He was definitely a pig. His cock was still rock hard anyway, though.
Mia awaited his arrival. His food was already cold, and she had already eaten.
She knew that he would be late since he was always late when he visited Ron, but she was still unhappy.
She had made his favorite; simple yet sexy Pasta Aglio e Olio.
A pasta drenched in the finest olive oil, with fresh slivers of garlic, parsley, and a few chili flakes for a bit of heat.
To top it all off, a generous squeeze of lemon juice on top.
Jonathan unlocked the door and entered the house.
It truly was the house of their dreams; high ceilings, an open plan kitchen with black granite tops, and every high-end kitchen appliance one could ever need.
She sat on the couch, watching a kid’s cartoon.
It was a guilty pleasure of hers. She was turning twenty-seven that year, but nothing reminded her more of good times than watching the shows she watched as a child. It left a happy feeling in her heart.
“Hello, Mia,” Jonathan greeted, “I’m sorry I’m late.”
“Your food’s in the microwave,” Mia said, not breaking her gaze from the television.
Jonathan had his mind on other things, though. He was no longer hungry. He wanted sex, and he wanted it now.
He walked up and stroked her hair, as he stood behind her.
His cock was still hard. He was in desperate need of some relief very soon.
She turned her head to face him, wondering why he was just standing there.
As she did, Jonathan laced his fingers through her hair and pulled her face up towards him.
He bent down and kissed her. She reciprocated, and the air in the room swiftly became coated with a cloud of lust. He stopped kissing her to pull her body up and against his.
They continued kissing while Jon rubbed his hands over the fabric covering her breasts.
She was still wearing a formal shirt from work that day.
Struggling to get the top button undone, Jon did what felt right in the moment. He grabbed her shirt with both hands and ripped it apart. Buttons snapped off and flew everywhere. This set a fire in Mia’s loins. He had never been so rough with her before. What had gotten into him?
They were responding to each other like two strangers that had met on a night out and couldn’t wait to get each other’s clothes off.
It was like a passionate movie scene. Underneath her shirt was a sheer bralette that fit her perfectly—delicate, simple, but sexy.
Mia grabbed Jon by the collar and pulled him on top of her. It was her turn to be rough.
“What’s gotten into you?” she said with her hands gripping his hair, and his face pulled away from hers.
“I…I got a little drunk and couldn’t stop thinking about you. I was rock solid all the way home,” Jon lied.
His arousal started subsiding as soon as he realized he was lying right to his gorgeous, wonderful wife.
Was he a bad husband for wanting someone else?
But he didn’t utter a word about it. If he told the truth, it would just cause issues.
What would he say? That he was actually hard because of Lillian?
Because she seduced him by just being in his vicinity?
That he saw she wasn’t actually wearing panties when she sat on Ron’s lap and crossed her legs, probably intentionally for him to see?
Mia pushed her weight to the right, causing both her and Jon to roll onto the floor.
She landed on top of him. She pulled up her smart-casual suit skirt over her hips to reveal a matching pair of lace panties.
Jon let out a little excited gasp. He loved it when she wore matching underwear.
Today must have been a special occasion for her to wear that.
She gripped his chest and ground herself against him.
“You know, you’re probably wondering why I’m wearing these, right?” she said in a sexy voice.
Jonathan nodded his head.
“Because it is our anniversary today and I thought you maybe, just maybe, had something planned for me,” Mia said, still grinding against his cock.
His body was very confused. It felt really, really good when she did that, but he felt even worse for his unfaithful thoughts, especially on their anniversary…which he’d forgotten. He could tell she was upset, which was even worse for him. How could he have forgotten?
Fuck.
“You’re not gonna say anything then?” Mia said, growing impatient.
“I…I’m sorry,” Jon said in a begging tone.
“That’s not good enough. Just sleep on the couch tonight.
I don’t want you touching me. You made me feel like a fucking fool for even trying to do something nice.
I made your favorite meal, and I was going to wear something sexy for you, but I changed my mind after I realized you wouldn’t be home on time for that.
You’re really going to have to do something MAJOR for me to forgive you,” Mia said.
She got up and made her way to the linen closet in the hallway. Then she dropped a pillow and blanket on the floor close to Jon, where he still lay…frozen in shock.
“So just sort yourself out tonight,” she gestured to his erection, “I’m gonna go to bed. We’ll talk about this in the morning once I’ve calmed down. I’m too angry right now, and scared I’ll say something too hurtful.”
Jon and Mia were no longer on speaking terms, at least for a few days.
Jon understood why, and he wouldn’t forgive himself for a very, very long time.
He knew that she wouldn’t, either. Their fifth anniversary actually fell on that night.
A big milestone, a big stepping stone for their relationship.
And he’d just fucked it up. One thing he couldn't get out of his mind was how sexy she looked when she was being harsh and stern with him.
He had loved every second of her telling him off.
As much as he wanted to talk things through with her that morning, he left the house as early as possible to avoid the conversation. He didn’t know what he could say to her. He had no excuses. He had nothing more to say except for ‘sorry’.
He had forgotten all about bringing up the fact that he had lent Ron seven thousand dollars. This could easily turn into something really, really messy.
***
Jon spent the entire day at work because he couldn’t face the potential fight that would happen when he got home to Mia.
The clock struck 6pm, and he realized he had been working non-stop since eight in the morning, so he decided to call it quits.
He’d drop dead from exhaustion if he carried on any longer.
He checked his phone and opened up social media to check what was going on in everyone’s lives.
He hadn’t opened that app in a few months.
The first thing he saw was a post made by Lillian.
She stated that she couldn’t wait to go to the local bar again tonight.
He wondered which one it was and looked at bars in the area.
He couldn’t guess which one since there were so many, so he decided to look through older posts.
Maybe he could dig something up and see where she would actually be.
It was a Friday night. The place would be busy.
He scrolled through and saw a review she made of a bar called “The Drunken Horse”:
I had an absolute blast when I came here! The staff is accommodating, the vibe here is incredible, and I’ve met some really great people. 10/10, I would come here again, and again, and again.
He decided to take gamble on this being the bar she went to. The only thing was, out of around ten bars in the area, this one was on the far side of town; about double the distance from her house. Was the place so good she was willing to drive that far every time?
He packed his stuff up and made his way down to the basement parking garage.
He couldn’t understand why he was even considering a trip there to actually try to seduce her, but he couldn’t stop himself.
Before he realized that he was completely serious, he was about a mile away from The Drunken Horse.
There were multiple cars parked outside the pub. It was starting to get dark and, as he parked, the red neon sign clicked on. It showed a cartoon horse holding a beer in its hand. He scoffed at how juvenile that looked. Why the hell would a woman like her come to a place like this?
He double checked himself in the rearview mirror to see if he looked decent. No, he looked exhausted. Now was not the best time to look like a piece of shit. He ruffled his brown hair before deciding to go inside.
The music hummed softly against the chatter of the patrons in the pub.
The place was bigger than he’d thought, based on how it looked from the outside.
There were two bar counters on opposite ends of the pub, which he assumed would be for when the establishment was very busy.
That way, everyone would get a chance to be served in a timely manner.
He sat down on a bar stool at the bar closest to him.
“Hey! What would you like to drink?” a short, chubby female bartender asked him.