Making Me a Sinful Wife by Cross Lacey

Author:Cross, Lacey
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2023-05-08T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 3

Later that night Martin and I snuggle on the couch watching a show, but my mind keeps replaying what happened earlier. Does he really want me to be slutty? I want to talk to him before I take this game too far and do something that he doesn’t like.

My head is in his lap and I’ve stretched my legs out across the cushions. He brushes circles along my upper arm. I wait until the show ends before starting the conversation. “Hey, love, why do you like it when I’m slutty?”

He hums as if he’s thinking, turns off the television, and looks over at the mantlepiece. I turn my head to follow his gaze and notice our framed wedding photograph. The photo captures me wearing a long white dress, my hair flowing around my shoulders in wild curls. Martin looks stunningly handsome in his tuxedo, smiling down at me with his eyes crinkled in joy.

“Do you remember how free-spirited you used to be?” he asks, tracing his finger in a heart shape against my skin and sending shivers down my spine.

I think back. Yeah, I was a fucking mess. I’m about to tell him I was a real piece of work, but he continues. “How confident and sexy you were? I was so lucky to catch your eye.”

Wow, why didn’t he ever tell me this before? “I haven’t changed that much,” I protest, though it’s not entirely true. Marriage has calmed me in ways. It made me settle down because that’s what I thought I was supposed to do. But a part of me will always crave adventure and pushing boundaries.

He murmurs wistfully. “You were my red-haired sexual goddess that I didn’t think would ever be tamed.”

Wait. I sit up and stare at him. “Did you think I would cheat on you?”

He laughs at that. “Well, maybe not, but I figured you’d flirt with other men more than you do. I like it when men wish they could fuck you.”

This seems messed up. I give him a disbelieving look. “You LIKE that?”

“What’s not to like?” He chuckles again. “They think I’m a lucky bastard because my average ass somehow captured you.”

Does this mean our sex life declined because I stopped dressing like a slut when he and I got married? I think back to all the times I shoved aside my natural impulses so he wouldn’t feel threatened by guys giving me attention.

Understanding hits me like a truck, and my eyes widen. He wants me to be a slut.

Holy fuck.

“Well,” I say, desire rippling through me. I get up and straddle him, sliding my hands up his chest. “Aren’t you full of surprises?”

Martin’s eyes darken, and he pulls me in for a searing kiss. “It seems like you’re having fun being a slut,” he murmurs against my lips.

I kiss him back hungrily, desire pooling between my legs at being called a slut. “Oh yes,” I whisper. “This is one adventure I’m more than happy to explore, but where are the lines?”

Martin groans, his hands roaming over my body.

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