Chapter 18 WildCat (4)
Oliver's POV
I knew I might be reminded about my intended punishment to my wife. I was still going to serve her what was on my mind either way. Claire returned home and caught me in a loose shirt and pants.
She scoffed, standing before me. "What's with the occasion?" She snapped her head to the change of neutral and dark fluorescence in the room.
My hand was clasped around a wine glass, tilting the cup to my lips. "Why not take a shower and join me?"
She had a bemused smudge written on her face. "Oliver, you are scaring me."
I laughed. "How so?"
"One minute, you caught me cheating on you. The next minute, you're fucking us both with reckless abandon." Claire spurted.
I sipped slowly, stood up, and walked towards her. "You've discovered who I am, how was I to react?"
Her brows narrowed. "For how long have you been into men?" She questioned.
I shrugged. "Since when I was a teenager. I'm saying the truth, now be sincere with me. Since when have you been fucking Charles?"
Her cheeks reddened, she tried to walk past me but I was quick to step before her.
"Oliver, we aren't doing this tonight." She remarked.
"Yes, we are. We're going to make wild and crazy love tonight to ease up our pent-up emotions," I said with a firm yet calm voice.
Her eyes widened with shock. I was slightly tipsy but not drunk. I was consumed by the memory of having caught her being slammed hard by Charles. As annoyed as I was by the re-occurring repeated scenes in my head, I felt my tool hardened.
"I find that part of you wild and raw. I was on the edge that I wanted to feel it all over again," my tongue traced the length of my lower lip.
Her breath rose and fell in ragged breaths. I was playing justice right on her. "Now, tell me, Claire. Since when have you been fucking Charles?" I repeated the question.
"Since you got me the job." She replied.
I froze, and my fingers tightened around my glass. Tremors ran down my spine, and all I wanted to do at that explicit second was to smash the cup in my hand.
I'd been begging for her affection like a good husband would. Giving her all the sweet luxuries of life, meanwhile, she'd chosen to enjoy Charles' dick instead. My stomach churned at the thought. I heaved slowly, willing myself to stay calm.
She wasn't supposed to know about my secret either. It was supposed to remain hidden. What had happened to us?
I drowned the rest of my wine and pushed her tired body into mine.
"Oliver, please, not tonight." She jerked her head away from mine.
I smirked, she was playing that game with me again. But not this time, I pulled her face and forced her lips apart for my gracious entrance.
"Are we not man and wife? You should crave me as much as you crave him." I whispered, my hands seeking the length of her body.
She moaned loudly, giving up the fight.
"See how you tremble in my arms, I want you begging for my attention. I want it all for me as well," I grabbed her bottom, as my teeth found the nape of her neck.
She whimpered and shuddered, allowing me to find the sweetness of her moist region beneath her dress.
"Oliver," she breathed my name once more before I slipped out of her embrace.
She staggered, finding support on the couch. I smiled to myself, pleased at my little scheme working on her.
"Wash up, love. Let's wine and dine all night." I said, with a raised and empty glass cup.
She was captivated by the bulge on my trousers, and how I'd strongly controlled myself.
I didn't wait till she was done as I was darn hard from the pressure of her naked body. I wanted to sink into her tight cunt, tantalized by her bare skin.
My teeth caught her strawberried nipples, flickering and tonguing the hardened nuts. She was wet down there, dripping like the glory of a new dawn.
But each caress done on her body reminded me of Charles. Every kiss and moan pushed scenarios of her and Charles back into my head.
I was bitter, angered by the thought. I did love Charles but I loved her more, that I'd been forced to conceal my wayward life from her. Why couldn't she see it?
And as the spirit led, the pounding resumed. She begged, cried to be let go. I was a maniac on the loose. I just couldn't have enough of her.
"Oliver please, oh...oh ...oh..," she shuttered.
I forced my forehead to meet her forehead, holding her gaze while ramming into her.
She would never forget this, I told myself. She would crave more of me.
And when I did come, she was quivering in my arms, gasping and holding me close. With one last groan, I rolled out from her body, pat her ass as she turned over and I walked into the bathroom.
I returned later on and her eyes were fixated on me. "We need to talk." She beat me to it, letting the sheet slide down her breasts.
"You didn't tell me you were gay." She started, watching the expression on my face.
I tried a wry smile, "It had been my secret. I didn't think you would ever like it."
The thought of letting her know what was buried in my head burned at my chest. She did hurt me but I was ready to forgive her.
"We were both cheating on each other with the same person." I said.
She nodded, looking away.
"No, look at me Claire." I tilted her face to look back at me.
"We both had secrets. I had fantasied about a threesome with Charles....," She paused, unable to say more.
"Do you love him?" I hated to say those words but I still had to say them anyway.
Her eyes widened.
"Do you love Charles?" I repeated.
Her lips parted. "I don't want to hurt you Oliver. We shouldn't be discussing this."
"But we are." I inhaled deeply as I looked back at her. "I need to know the truth."
I noticed her fingers folding, "I do."
The words slashed through me. "To hear you say those words hurt me deeply."
"But you hid your secret from me, Oliver." She protested.
"You should have talked to me about your fantasies." I argued.
Silence plunged the air, and I stood up even as her hands tried to reach for me.
"I'm not ready to lose you, Oliver. I love you so much. You are my husband and I'm sorry I hurt you."
Somehow, those words soothed my heart and the thought of what I'd planned to do surged through me.
"I'm sorry too that I concealed my secret from you. I was bitter, angry that you were hiding secrets from me but I'm not angry anymore. Do you want Charles married to us?" I turned to her.
Her brows shot up, "That's crazy. You are crazy."
"I'm not." I rushed back towards her, grabbing her hands affectionately. "I love you as much as I love Charles, I want him married to us. We just have to come to an agreement."
Claire scoffed. "Charles will never agree to it."
I cupped her cheeks bringing my mouth to her lips. "Charles will be ecstatic. Did you see how we played out? We'd talked about it, I supposed you must have talked about it with Charles."
"How did you know?" She moaned as my lips left hers.
"Charles told me everything but I didn't know he was cheating on me with you." My eyes burned into her.
"People will call us crazy." She let out a dry laugh.
"Why do you care what people think?" I let my hands slide down her full, sumptuous boobs.
"You turn me on when you look at me like that."
I smirked. "You've always been my wildcat, Claire." I leaned in, smashing my hungry mouth on her waiting lips.
"What do you say?" I broke the kiss, not giving up on my luscious thought.
"Let's call Charles over," She beamed at me.
And with that, I stood up in my full glory reaching for my phone as anticipation of Charles coming over to make out with us turned me on.