21. The request

The whole time she was in the kitchen both Brianna and Monica voiced their complaints about Sierrah's recent behavior. Prattling on for talking to him in such a disrespectful way, that she only did so because she didn't respect him properly.

"You need to punish her," Brianna volunteered the suggestion to her brother, attempting to keep her voice low so as not to be overheard. "A good smacking to show her who's boss. At this rate, you're gonna lose control."

Walking out of the kitchen with a sweet smile, placing the food out on the table, she leaned into Brianna's ear while she spoke, "I dare him to put his hands on me, because if he does your house will be the first place I visit. I will bestow whatever precious gift he gives me on you."

"H..How?"

Sierrah chuckled hoarsely. "Don't think whispering will keep me from overhearing everything said in this house." Then straightening back to her feet, pouring a glass of wine for her husband and sitting next to him, Sierrah motioned them to the table. "Let's eat."

Of course, over the course of dinner Brianna complained that the meat was too tough, Monica whined she'd gotten the salad and her husband about the type of wine. Not a single part of dinner was done to their satisfaction, whining that a homeless street urchin could've done better. Sierrah tuned out the bickering among them, enjoying the meal she'd made and tending to the twins' needs.

Following finishing her dinner having no desire to be around them longer than necessary she gathered up the twins in her arms. "I'm sorry to cut this short, but it's time for the twins to be laid down." Then giving them no time to comment on what she'd told them, Sierrah immediately walked to the second story.

Brianna glared at her retreating back. "You really need to teach that wife of yours some manners, do you know she actually threatened me?"

Eric's fists clenched. "She did what?"

George forced him back down on the couch. "Calm down Eric. Be very careful, there's the boys to think about. If either of them were to see you put your hands on their mother, neither would be willing to trust you, probably be afraid of you."

Taking several deep breaths to get his anger in check, which was difficult to do in the face of what Brianna had told him. Eric bobbed his head. "I can't stand her, she spends all day at home doing nothing aside from spending my money and has the nerve to get angry when I ask for one small thing."

George glanced around as if being overheard. "Where's Paige?"

Eric fell back against the couch at the mention of the girl, who had been another source of anger since their conversation. "She got married and moved out."

His mom frowned. "You didn't say anything to us."

"Because I didn't know," he admitted after a long pause, aware of the reaction all of them would have to the confession that he made. "I'd suggested Paige help her out when Sierah started complaining, only to be informed she'd come by earlier to inform her mother of the marriage and get her belongings. I don't know much else."

George scowled. "The gall of them. The man didn't even have the respect to ask you for your permission?"

"What of a bride price?" Monica questioned, growing greedy at the thought of a hefty bride price to be dispersed between the family. Aware the little extra money her son received would enable her to get more out of him, as he never told them no.

Eric growled at the thought of the bride price. "Apparently there won't be one. I can kick up a storm all I want to, but she's already married."

"Maybe so," his father remarked, a sneaky grin lifting up the corner of her lips as a thought suddenly occurred to him, "But if I'm not mistaken she won't be twenty-two for a couple more months. As her step-father, you could always have it annulled."

Grinning at the thought of having an opening in order to get some money from his would-be step-son-in-law he focused on his mother. "So what brings you guys here?"

Brianna focused on her brother. "I needed to talk to you. My boss informed me there's a very important business he needed me to go on towards the end of August, for a takeover merger. I'll be gone at least a month, but could be even longer than that. Unfortunately I won't be able to take either James or Mira. I was thinking since Sierrah lazies around the house all day anyways, she could watch them while I'm out of town."

"Why can't mom and dad watch them?" The last thing that Eric wanted right now was to have two extra children in the house, occupying his wife's time.

Monica jumped into the fray, patting his knee affectionately. "Alissa is going to be out of the country visiting her maiden family at the same time, with your brother Brent working we'll have our hands full with his children."

"Come on Eric," Brianna cajoled her brother, determined to convince him to agree to the proposition she was placing before him. "All she does is lay around the house with the twins all day, what's two more children?"

Eric raked fingers through his hair in agitation, wanting to submit to the wishes of his sister, if only to make her happy. As his thoughts went to the wife who was upstairs, he elected this to be a decision that he couldn’t make on his own. "I will talk to Sierrah. To see how she feels about having the children stay with us, but I'm not making any promises. Things are already tight."

Monica patted her son's knee again. "Have you talked to her about the suggestion that we made to you? As your sister said all that girl does is lounge around the house all day spending your money, you've supported her and her daughter for nine years, it's about time she helped out."

Yeah, it was a suggestion he'd brought up to her a couple times in the past, especially with how tight things had become. When his mother first suggested it he'd thought it was a good idea. If Sierrah put half the expenses into the house accounts, then it'd definitely put some relief on his own wallet. Only those talks had ultimately ended with them getting into a huge fight, until he'd angrily stormed out of the house.

Eric really wasn't in the mood to be getting into another altercation with her tonight, which he knew it would. Especially at the knowledge of the discomfort in his trousers. Having sincerely hoped he'd be able to have some alone time with his wife, as he hadn't been able to do for days.

Waiting until his family had left with promises to talk with her, locking the door behind their departure, Eric made his way to his bedroom. Going into the bathroom he immediately shedded his clothes and climbed into the shower, attempting to relieve the discomfort. But even as he spilled his seed down the drain of the shower it did little to appease his passions, having been thrown into a frenzy by a certain redhead.

A few minutes later he walked back into his bedroom with nothing more than a towel wrapped around his waist, having every intention to have sex. Even though the thought of his obese wife didn't appeal to him, having long since lost desire for her body, it didn't stop him from doing it. He might not want her, but he needed to have the feel of a woman wrapped around him and if his mistress wouldn't, then his wife would have to do.

Sierrah wasn't a fool not to be aware of what her husband was doing as she felt the palm of his hand slide up her leg, as she knew would be the outcome when he came out of the shower in a towel. Although she'd stopped trying to be intimate with him, though more from the insults she received from him, Sierrah didn't stop him. It'd been close to a week since the last time her husband had climbed between her legs. Although things were tense between them, she still loved him and missed the feel of his body.

For that reason alone Sierrah allowed him to remove the nightgown that she wore and rolled over onto her back with his gentle hands, he climbed between her legs. Both of them sighed at the feel of his manhood inside of her, both of them enjoying the feel, despite how rocky their marriage had become of late.

"I've so missed this," Eric whispered hoarsely as he thrust inside of her, threading their fingers together as he pinned hands at her side. "God you feel so good."

"Eric," she rasped, "Love me."

"Yes baby," her husband seconded.

For the better part of an hour the two of them thrust together as he bore down on her body, the tempo between them continued to speed up. In such a frenzied state Eric wasn't entirely certain of what was going on around him, other than the sensation of her body wrapped around him. So it was that reason why on a howl of passion he spent himself right inside of her, completely forgetting the fact he wasn't wearing a condom.

He fell beside her on the bed when he spent the last of himself, Eric astonished at the pleasure he'd found inside of her body, that still rocked him to the core. Because no matter what he said in the light of day or to the people that surrounded him, Eric had never stopped desiring to bed his wife. Even as horny as Stacy made him at the best of times, it didn't anyway compare to the lust Sierrah evoked. He was just too greedy and in love with Stacy to stop himself from falling for her, to appreciate what he had.

Only the one time wasn't enough for him, sometime later his hands roved over her body again and once again he pleasured his wife's body with his own. The third time came the following morning. Sitting down on the edge of the bed getting ready for work, he watched as his wife made her way to the bathroom, completely naked. "Come here." Obediently Sierrah climbed onto the lap of her husband, never questioning his true motives. Eric latched his arms around her as his shaft slid into her body, thrusting into her as she rode him into oblivion.

Of course, this was one of the real reasons that he was resistant to divorcing his wife, why he had given every excuse under the sun to halt it. Because no matter the problems in their marriage or his disdain for the changes in her body, the passion between them had never dwindled. If it wasn't due to being in love with his assistant and her determination to withhold sex from him until he divorced, then he'd have gladly remained married.

Hell, he wasn't the first man to stick in an unhappy marriage and to have a beautiful mistress on the side, to save face. Alas, Stacy was too smart for that.

After finishing up the early morning quickie as she went back into the bathroom he finished dressing, then hollered out a goodbye. He knew if he allowed him to stay to have breakfast with her then he wouldn't be able to stop himself from sleeping with her again. For the last several weeks he'd been so damned horny all of the time due to Stacy, forcing him to have sex dozens of times during the week. They had sex more now, then they'd did even at the beginning of their marriage.