Trying to Be a Good Wife 02

[i got comments and personal messages pointing out that i did not describe the characters and overall rushed the story. So now I have to slow down and describe the whole situation]

Bill left Ana alone. The bathroom door clicked shut, echoing through the small room. Ana leaned against the sink, her breath shallow, tasting of his seed. The fluorescent light flickered again, casting a glare over the sink and folded towels. Ana stared at her reflection, a stranger with wide pupils and a trembling lip.

"What the hell just happened?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the dripping faucet. "I knew he was awake. I saw the light in the hall. Why did I walk past him without looking?"

She gripped the sink and he looked down at her thin nightgown, which offered no real protection.

"I should have worn the robe. I should have locked the door. It's my fault. I'm a nurse, I should have seen the danger."

She closed her eyes, but the roommate's grin burned through her eyelids. Disgust washed her like a cold shower. As she looked at the door, she thought of the man sleeping soundly in the bedroom.

"And Tom." She spat his name.

"He's right there. Always right there, like a goddamn rock. How do you sleep through that? How can he just lie there snoring while I'm being handled like a piece of meat?"

She splashed freezing water on her face, the shock bringing her back to reality. She didn't dry her skin, letting the droplets trail down her neck.

"He doesn't care. He doesn't notice when I'm slipping. He's so wrapped up in his own silence that he's left me wide open."

She leaned toward the mirror pushing her vulnerability down, burying it under resentment.

"He failed me. He was the one thing I wasn't supposed to worry about." Ama smoothed her gown, though her fingers still shook. The apartment felt heavy with a new tension. She wasn't thinking about the man in the hall anymore, she was thinking about the man in the bed.

The taste lingered in her mouth

"Damn, I never let Tom release in my mouth. This is a first and it tastes nasty".

She started to brush her teeth before returning to her husband.

"Life will be back to normal. I am a nurse, I am used with drunk people groping me."

And checked her plus size body in the mirror.

"Look at these saggy breasts. I was such a diva when I met Tom. But the birth of our son left its mark on them."

Her thought came back to the last 10 minutes.

"What did Bill see in me? At my 40 years, I am at least 5 years older than him. If not 10."

She bit her lip before leaving the bathroom. Cautiously Ana checked the hallway before returning to Tom's room with cat like steps.

"Is something wrong, honey?" her husband asked.

"No, love. I'm just... worried about Bill," Ana replied, lying beside him.

"Did he touch you or something?" he asked, concerned.

"No... but he looks at me like a perv," she lied, avoiding Tom's eyes. He burst out laughing.

"He just admires your divine body. I can't blame him. I haven't seen a single woman visit him since I moved in. Poor guy. But if he touches you or makes a move, tell me and I'll handle it."

Ana smiled wickedly. "Women coming to this dirty apartment? Do you think they'd be interested, seeing that dusty bookshelf in the living room?"

"Well, this was his parents' house," Tom sighed. "He grew up here, then made a fortune in IT and lived in hotels and clubs. But the crisis hit him too. As his accountant, I know the numbers. His company provides software to hotels, and when 2008 hit the tourism industry, he took a massive blow. He had to move back home. And that bookshelf is full of books on psychology, leadership, and business. He's very fond of his collection."

"Love, why don't you move back to a hotel and let this awkward guy have his space?" Ana suggested.

"Honey, the cheapest hotel I stayed in was dirtier than this house and cost four times what Bill charges. In this recession, I'm just happy to have a job. There's nothing decent in our small town. I'll stay with Bill's company for a few months and look for something better. Maybe you can find a position at the municipal hospital, and then we can find a nice home of our own."

"I hope so too," Ana said, kissing Tom's cheek. "I hope so too,"

They held each other and fell asleep.

Ana woke up horny the next morning. She was missing something. she was not satisfied Then she felt Tom's morning wood and smiled. A few kisses convinced him to fulfill his duty as a husband.

"Make love to me, honey. Slow and passionate. Make me feel your love."

Her moans wake up the whole house. From the hallway Bill began watching as the bedroom door stood slightly ajar, casting a ray of light. Inside, the bed frame rocked rhythmically against the wall. Tom let out a low groan, driving into Ana with desperate energy. Ana's legs locked around his waist, her heels digging into his back as she arched her back, her breasts bouncing and her hardened nipples moving against his chest. Bill was clearly seeing the fat dick of Tom thrusting in his wife. it was looking so wet from her love fluids.

The sound of their sex was wet and rhythmic, filling the room. Tom didn't hold back, hitting the perfect angle to rub against her clit with every deep thrust. Ana's breath changed into sharp gasps as pressure built in her groin. When her orgasm hit, it was a violent wave that made her toes curl and her walls pulse around him. Tom followed seconds later with a soft shout, his body shaking as he released inside her.

In the hallway, Bill stood in the shadows, breathing shallowly. He could smell them: sweat, sex, and Ana's floral perfume. His hand drifted down to grip himself through his trousers. He remembered yesterday, the cold bathroom tiles and the bored look on Ana's face before she knelt to take him into her mouth. She had been edgy and unsatisfied with Tom, using Bill as a mere distraction.

He waited until the room grew quiet. He retreated to the kitchen, pretending to prepare a cup of coffee while keeping his eyes on the bedroom door.

When Ana emerged, the tension from last day was gone. She wore a thin silk robe that clung to her curves, her expression happy. She didn't notice Bill at first.

"Need something from the bathroom, Ana?" Bill asked, his voice powerful.

Ana stopped and turned with a smile. She didn't retreat instead she rested against the doorframe, letting the robe slip off one shoulder to reveal her breast.

"Just freshening up, Bill," she replied, her voice calm.

Bill stepped closer, smelling Tom on her skin. He let his eyes wander from her throat to the valley between her 36D breasts.

"You look relaxed," Bill murmured. "Much better than last time."

Ana giggled. The silk slid higher on her thigh as she turned. "Tom was very thorough today. I'm quite satisfied."

Bill reached out, his fingers twitching toward her hip. "Maybe you're still craving something more adventurous."

Ana stepped back with grace, dodging his touch as she looked amused.

"Now why would I do that?" she asked, watching him.

"Because you liked it yesterday evening," Bill whispered. "I remember how you tasted. I remember how you looked up at me while you worked."

Ana closed in, her face inches from his. He thought she might finally close the gap, noticing the light in her eyes and her parted lips. His heart raced.

"I remember," she whispered, her breath minty. "It was an experiment to see if you were as eager as you looked."

Bill reached for her waist, trying to pull her against his hardening cock. Ana turned around, leaving him hanging. She laughed, a soft sound that stung more than a slap.

"No touching, Bill. Not today."

"Come on, Ana. Just a taste. You want to see if I've improved."

She walked toward the bathroom, her hips swaying under the silk robe. At the door, she looked back with teasing curiosity.

"You're so desperate," she said, her voice soft. "It's almost cute, the way you vibrate just because I'm in the room."

"I can give you things Tom can't," Bill countered.

Ana paused. Her eyes drifted down to the bulge in his trousers, a slow look that made Bill's breath stop. She didn't move toward him.

"Maybe," she said. "But for now, the view is enough. I enjoy watching you want it."

"Ana, don't play with me."

"I'm not playing," she lied, smiling. "I'm just appreciating the scenery."

She stepped into the bathroom and shut the door. Bill froze in the hallway. The sound of the faucet masked everything. He leaned his forehead against the door, panting, trapped by her game. He knew she was smiling.

After she did her morning routine, she met Tom in the living room for Sunday noon movie.

"Did anyone cause any trouble this morning?"

"Nah," she answered with a wicked smile. "I think our noise bothered him. Don't worry, honey, I can keep him at bay."

Both sit on the couch and started the movie.

Bill got thirsty and on his way to the kitchen he saw the blue light from the TV flickering across the living room.

An action movie boomed with the sound of explosions and screeching tires. Tom sank into the oversized sofa, his arm around Ana. She rested against his chest, wearing thin leggings and an oversized t-shirt that barely reached her mid-thigh.

Bill entered and looked at the gap on the couch. He stood in silence for a moment, watching Ana breathe.

"Hey, mind if I join?" Bill asked, sounding too eager.

Tom didn't look away from the screen. "Go for it. This part is insane."

Bill slid onto the couch, pressing against Ana. He left no gap as his thigh pressed firmly against hers, her heat radiating through the thin fabric. Ana didn't flinch. She kept her eyes on the movie, a faint smirk on her lips.

As the movie peaked with crashing buildings and rapid gunshots, Bill made his move. He moved, sliding his hand across the cushion until his fingers brushed her hip in a barely-there touch.

Ana remained still, her breathing steady.

Bill let his hand wander lower, slipping under her shirt to the skin of her waist. He moved in slow circles toward the waistband of her leggings, timing his motions to the noise of the TV to mask the rustle of fabric.

His heart ran faster. He hooked a finger under the elastic, barely grazing her.

Ana turned. With a subtle move, she rested her head into Tom, pushing Bill's hand away. She whispered towards Bill, her voice drowned out by the movie.

"Not a chance, Bill."

Bill froze, his finger hooked under the fabric. He looked at her pleadingly and pushed forward, searching for the wetness she had teased him with earlier. He wanted to feel her slip, to know he had affected her.

Ana didn't pull away. She reached down as if to adjust herself, but her fingers clamped onto his wrist, nails digging into his skin. She didn't push him away instead she simply held him still, blocking his progress.

"You okay, Ana?" Tom asked.

Ana looked up at her husband with innocent affection. She didn't let go, but switched her hand to make it look like she was just resting it on Bill's arm.

"I'm wonderful, honey," she murmured, giving Tom a quick kiss on the cheek. "Just getting comfortable."

Tom smiled and turned back to the screen. "Check out that jump! No way he survived that."

Bill was tense. He felt her hand on his wrist, a reminder of her control. He closed distance, his shoulder pressing into hers, breath hot against her neck.

"You're killing me," he whispered.

Ana released him but didn't move away. She settled back into Tom's embrace, relaxed. She looked at Bill with a playful smile.

"Shhh," she whispered, finger to her lips. "You're missing the best part."

Bill sank into the couch. He felt increasing frustration in his groin. Bill watched the screen but didn't see the movie. He only thought of her skin and the effortless way she had shut him down right under her husband's nose.

Tom cheered for the protagonist, completely oblivious. Ana smiled at the screen with triumph. She knew exactly what Bill was feeling and savored it.

"Man, this movie is great," Tom said, squeezing Ana's shoulder.

"It really is," Ana replied. "I love a good climax."

Bill left, waiting for another opportunity later.

After the movie, Ana went into the kitchen to prepare a meal. The smell of garlic and onions filled the room, and a pan sizzled in the background. She diced carrots at the counter, her knife moving quickly against the wooden board.

Bill watched from the doorway, noting how her oversized t-shirt clung to her as she moved. He stepped inside, crowding the small space.

"You look like you've got your hands full," Bill said. "Want some help?"

Ana didn't look up, but she smiled. "I can handle a few vegetables, Bill."

"Just trying to be a good roommate," he whispered. He moved behind her until his chest nearly brushed her back. He reached around to move a bowl of parsley, but his hand rested, sliding firmly across her hip.

Ana let out a soft gasp. She didn't pull away, but as he tried to squeeze her, she moved to the left to reach for a spice jar.

"Careful," she whispered. "You might knock something over."

Bill ignored her. He stepped closer, gripping her waist and moving in until his breath was hot against her ear. "I can't stop thinking about yesterday. How you looked... how you felt."

Ana chuckled and turned to face him. Trapped against the counter, she didn't look intimidated. "You're focused on the past, Bill. It's a bit sad."

"I'm focused on what I want," he whispered. "When Tom falls asleep, slip out and come to my room. I'll make it worth your while."

Ana studied his face, then patted his cheek motherly.

"No," she said. "I'm looking forward to a long, quiet sleep in my own bed. I'm taking the train back to my hometown today."

Bill's jaw tightened. The rejection stung, and being this close only drove him mad. He watched the pulse in her throat and the way her shirt moved with every breath. He felt a desperate need to break her composure.

He moved quickly, his hand darting to the neckline of her shirt. He reached for her breast, intending to pinch her nipple through the fabric and force a gasp from her.

Just as his fingers grazed her, a heavy footstep echoed in the hallway.

"Hey, smells great in here!" Tom's voice boomed, drawing closer.

Bill jumped back, heart racing. In a panic, he grabbed a kitchen towel and began scrubbing a clean spot on the counter with frantic energy.

Tom rounded the corner with a clueless smile. He wrapped his arms around Ana from behind and kissed her neck. "Something smells amazing. Bill, you actually helping for once?"

Bill didn't look up, his face flushed red. "Yeah," he choked out. "Just... cleaning up a spill."

Tom laughed. "Good man. I didn't know you had a cleaning skill in you."

Ana leaned into Tom, her eyes locking onto Bill's. She didn't speak, but her stare was triumphant. She slowly licked her lower lip, a wicked gesture meant only for him.

"I'm sure Bill is just being very... attentive," Ana said. The hidden meaning made Bill's skin crawl and his cock throb.

"Well, I appreciate it," Tom said, oblivious to the tension. "Now, hurry up with the food. I'm starving."

Bill kept scrubbing, the cloth making a repetitive sound. He could feel Ana's stare, a reminder that she held the power and he was nothing more than her toy.

They ate in silence in the open living room. Bill was just waiting to get more free time alone with Ana. When Tom went to bathroom accusing an upset stomach, Ana cleaned the table and went to the kitchen to put the dishes in the wash machine. This was the occasion he was waiting.

He darted into kitchen and stormed with a whispered-yell voice: "Listen bitch, I will never....". But he was interrupted by Ana with an equal whisper-yell: "You listen punk!. It is 'I' that will never allow you to speak like that with me! You are younger than me and I will never allow you to call me like that! Watch your manners and talk to me in a nice tone! So?"

Bill cleared his throat and replied keeping distance from her: "I do not understand. Yesterday you sucked my cock and now you are so cold with me and pretend to be a good wife. What is wrong with you?"

[Waiting for next chapter to hear the answer of Ana...]