Satisfied Wives by Andrea Martin

Author:Andrea Martin [Martin, Andrea]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2021-02-28T00:00:00+00:00

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By the time we’re finally finish and collapse into bed, the storm has long since ended. The sky outside is a deep, lusty blue-grey. The sun isn’t up yet, but it will be soon. Brandon is asleep beside me, contentedly snoring into the pillow. He has a couple of scratches on his back, little souvenirs I gave him during that last round of passionate sex. I feel exhausted, like I’ve run a marathon, or gone ten extra rounds in the gym. It’s a good feeling. A dull, warm ache spreads throughout my body.

But I’m not done yet. Brandon’s night might be over, but mine isn’t.

I quietly slip out of bed. The room is still and quiet, save for Brandon’s heavy breathing and the sound of my bare feet on the cold floor. I see a writing pad on one of the bookshelves, with a pen nearby. I write a short message to my lover.

Thank you for a wonderful night.

Jordan.

I walk back through the apartment, still totally naked. My cleft is still warm, still wet. My inner thighs feel deliciously sticky. My legs feel weak. I love this sensation. I pick up my clothes from where they fell and slowly dress in the quiet room. I zip my dress back up and quietly open the front door.

His building is quiet and still. Nobody should be awake at this time. Nobody except a woman leaving a man’s apartment in last night’s clothes. I close the door behind me with a satisfied smile. I had a wonderful night. I hope I can meet Brandon again. He was a good lover. Considerate, passionate, respectful, and fun. I thought about leaving him my number, but decided against it. If we meet again at another bar, I’ll jump at the chance to spend another night with him.

I take the elevator down and call a cab as I descend through the building. The sleepy voice on the other end of the line assures me that someone will pick me up in the next five minutes. I wait in the lobby for a few minutes, wondering if I should have brought a jacket when I left home yesterday. It’s probably cold out.

The cab arrives pretty quickly. I guess there isn’t much traffic at this time of day. I climb in the backseat and give the driver my address. He starts the car and whisks me away from my lover. I look back and watch the apartment block disappear.

Goodnight, Brandon, I think, with a smile. I know I will always treasure the night we spent together. I hope he isn’t too upset that I skipped out while he was asleep, but we both know the rules of this arrangement. The anklet means you get to possess me for a brief moment. You don’t get to have me forever. That’s what my wedding ring means.

I smile to myself again when I remember last night’s taxi journey, when I slipped my hand inside Brandon’s pants and teased his hard cock. That was a lot of fun.

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