The rest of the day was quite uneventful, we went about our work ordered lunch and had it delivered. Alan would walk by me and grab my ass, reach under my skirt and rub my pussy for just a second or gently pinch my nipple while he was on the phone but that was as far as it went.
By the time I left the office that day Alan had me so worked up that I could not get his cock off of my mind. My panties were soaked by the time I got home and Josh was already home.
I walked into my house quietly locking the door behind me. There was no sound and I had no idea what was going on. It was far too early for Josh to be home and I knew I had to get into the shower before he got to me. The smell of sex was on me and I knew that Josh would realize it.
I made my way up the stairs and jumped into the shower before Josh found me, but only by a few seconds. I had soaped up my body when I heard the bathroom door open and Josh walked in.
He pulled back the shower curtain and looked at me. I hoped that he did not notice my swollen pussy lips. Alan was pounding his fingers into me hard and my body was not used to being touched in that way, there was no denying that my pussy lips were swollen and sore.
“Where have you been,” Josh asked.
“Out,” I said, trying to clean my body. I was amazed that I did not even try to cover myself. Alan had unlocked something inside of me that I was not willing to put back in a cage. I was not going to be ashamed of my body ever again.
“Out,” Josh said sarcastically. I knew that something was going on but I would have never thought that Josh would have known I had a job.
“Yes, out,” I was amazed that I was not having any problem lying to him. Normally I would get nervous and begin to shake, I was not the type of person who was able to lie to someone. This time though it seemed to come naturally.
“Out at a job,” Josh said. I froze. I could not figure out how he knew after only one day of me working that I had a job. The only thing I could think about was him ruining my plans or costing me my job or worse, costing me Alan.
“Josh, I am taking a shower,” I stated, “When I get out, we need to talk.”
I was still determined to tell him that he needed to move out of the house, even if it was just temporary. I loved the way that Alan made me feel but I also loved my husband. I was not sure what I wanted at that point and I needed time to figure it all out.
I took my time showering and Josh waited for me downstairs. I dried off, got dressed and headed down the stairs to talk to him.
“How could you just go out and get a job,” he started talking before I had even sat down, “Do you not understand that you are making me look like a failure?”
I sat down looking at him. Something had changed in me and I liked it. “I want you to move out,” I said. I was not going to be talked out of this, I needed him to move and there was no getting around that.
“What,” Josh said looking at me confused.
“Josh, we don’t have a marriage, we are nothing more than roommates,” I said as my thoughts wandered back to Alan, “Yes, I have a job. I figured that I would need it once you moved out.”
“You want me to move out,” he said, staring back at me as if I had slapped him in the face, “I support you, I paid all of the bills the entire time we have been married, you can’t make it without me.”
That was more than I needed to hear, “Josh, just leave. You don’t love me, you are not attracted to me anymore and I want you gone.”
Josh looked up at me, “You don’t think I love you,” his voice cracked and I could tell that had hit a nerve. Josh got up from the table and walked up the stairs. He had the stride of a defeated man, but I knew he was going upstairs to pack his bags.
He didn’t say a word the entire time, he simply packed his bags, walked back downstairs only stopping for a moment to kiss me on the forehead. I looked into his eyes and saw tears, but I knew they were not for me.
That night I went to bed with two things on my mind, the beautiful thick rock hard cock that would be waiting for me the next day and the sound of my husband’s voice when he realized I knew he did not love me.
I did not get much sleep that night. I could not get the look on Josh’s face out of my head and I could not get his remark out of my head either. He questioned me when I said I knew he did not love me and had tears in his eyes. I felt like the worst person in the world and thought that maybe I should have talked to him before asking him to leave.
Then I remembered the way he had treated me all of those years and how manipulative he was. Each time I would begin to feel a little better and start thinking about my upcoming day with Alan, Josh would pop back into my head and I would begin feeling bad all over again.