Red Hot Letters to My Husband(16)

Instead, he’d spent those Saturdays making love with me while the boys played Xbox, totally oblivious. Things were really starting to come together. I felt fabulous and fit. My love life was fantastic, particularly now that Tom had realised his inner master and come into his sexuality. He’d always been in control in the bedroom but now he was exploring the depths of that control and I was loving the journey.

I put the food away and went to our room and changed the sheets while I daydreamed about my latest letter. Focusing on his dominance, I had played with the idea of bondage.

Dear Tom

Do you remember when you tied me up and played with candles? I loved that feeling of being completely at your mercy. It opened something inside me and showed me how deep my love for you has become.

I want to be at your mercy again tonight. I want you to invade my every crevice.

When you come home I will be waiting for you in my robe. Tell me to take it off.

Undo your tie and use it to bind my hands behind my back.

Make me watch you undress.

Take a pillow and place it on the floor.

“Kneel.”

The whispered command will bring me to my knees in front of you.

“I want you to suck my cock.” Grasp it and place it at my lips and rub it across them. “Open your mouth and take me in.”

Let me suck you until your balls tighten and you feel like you’re going to come. Withdraw.

Grab another pillow for me to rest my face. Push my head down so my ass is in the air, inviting you to take me from behind.

Rub your cock against my clit and then plunge inside my pussy. Using my pussy juices, wet your finger and rub it around my anus before pushing in. You should be able to feel your cock from inside. You’ll be able to feel it thicken as you drive into me. You’ll be able to feel the contractions as I come.

Tell me I belong to you because it’s true. I’m yours. Always yours.

Love Sherry.



I plumped up the decorative pillows. They would be getting a workout tonight. I could already feel my pussy swollen and hot from my fantasy. I wanted to ease the tension but sternly forbade myself. The anticipation would make it all the sweeter when I finally came.

The ringing of the phone interrupted my fantasies.

Walking to the foyer, I picked up the phone. “Hello.”

“Hello, Sherry. I just called to let you know that I love your sexy letters.” The caller’s voice was sultry and low. It was also female and unknown.

I staggered against the phone table. “Who is this?”

“Surely you can guess. Tom wouldn’t share those letters with just anyone.”

“What are you trying to say?” I could hear the shakiness in my voice and clenched my hands.

“I like the love scenes you write for Tom and I. He thinks I’m hotter than you are.”

I hit the off button on the phone and drew a ragged breath, struggling with the reality of the phone call. Tom was cheating on me.

The phone rang again. ID unknown. It was probably her again. I pulled the cord. I couldn’t talk to her now. I needed to process this.

How long had this been happening?

Who was it?

Had they been laughing at me all along? Poor little wife trying to heat things up with her husband. She doesn’t have a clue. She’s nowhere near as hot as you.

Bastard!

Bitch!

I pushed away from the phone table. I was still shaking. Now it was with fury rather than shock.

I paced up and down the hall.

Dirty, lying scumbag.

I whirled and headed for the bedroom. He was not setting foot in there ever again.

Yanking out a suitcase I began to fill it with Tom’s stuff. When it was full, I started on another. He would have no excuse to come into the house. Everything went in. I swept up all of his toiletries from the ensuite and dumped it in there as well.

Heaving the suitcases up, I carried them out the front door and put them on the veranda. There.

I checked my watch. Not quite two o’clock. It would be hours before Tom came home.

No. This wasn’t his home anymore.

How dare he cheat on me? The betrayal bit deep but I wouldn’t take it lying down.

Striding to the phone, I plugged it back in while I fished out the card of the locksmith who’d replaced the locks after they were glued up. I stabbed in the numbers.

“Hello. I need an emergency replacement of locks.” With a few more words I had them organised to be there by four o’clock.

I paced up and down the hall again.

I’d go mad if I stayed here. Picking up my keys, I stalked to the car. The office was only a short drive away at the Hackett Shops. I needed to talk to someone. Even if Megan had a client, Trish would be able to give me some time. Trish would understand. After all, she’d been through the same thing herself.

When I entered the office I discovered Trish and Megan packaging up some internet orders.