Chapter 4

Soon, that familiar man arrived at my house. I'd already closed the curtains and undressed, waiting for him on the bed. The curtains were tightly closed, and not a single ray of sunlight could penetrate. The room was dimly lit, and the atmosphere between the two of us, alone together, unconsciously became ambiguous. I bit my lip, watching him sit down beside me. His handsome face was so close now, his gaze intent. Even the clean lenses of his glasses seemed to catch a strange, expectant light. Since we'd done this once already, I felt less restrained this time. A soft gasp escaped me as my hips moved with his practiced rhythm, my back arching in a tremble. Tears of pure sensation welled in my eyes. I kept my lip trapped between my teeth, sounds catching in my throat. "Your body is much more relaxed now," he murmured. "And your voice sounds lovely. Your husband… Is he always away from home? You must get so lonely." His words dropped into the quiet like a stone into still water, sending ripples of desire spreading through me. My heart hammered against my rib, making it hard to breathe. The heat in the room spiked. The air itself felt heavy, sticky. Sweat beaded on my forehead. When I looked up, I saw that the man was also aroused by my reaction. Even his face was flushed. A flicker of shyness passed through me, followed by a dark, gratifying thrill. I made this gentle, refined man lose his composure. "He went to work in the city," I said, my voice trembling and soft as my body shook. "He said he won't be home more than once a year. Instead, he just sends money every month." His hand slid slowly from my chest, then down my abdomen, and I swallowed hard. He looked at me, his eyes soft and liquid, melting something tight inside me. "Is this okay?" he whispered in my ear, gently caressing my earlobe. My lips parted. I reached up, my fingers tracing his jawline. "You ask me that now?" My breath came in shallow gasps. "Shouldn't you just keep going?" A spark of excitement flashed in his expression. Just as I thought I would finally get what I needed, the front door flew open. David stood there with luggage bags in each hand. He was frozen in the doorway as he stared at us. For a second, there was only stunned silence. Then he shouted, demanding to know what I was doing. I was naked in a room with a strange young man. It was the kind of scene that could get a wife killed. The noise brought my in-laws running. They pushed past David and frantically explained it to him. Because they had been coaxing me for several days and the man hadn't come over again, they must have truly believed in my innocence. Hearing his own parents defend me, David finally calmed down. But the massage wasn't finished. After my in-laws left, my husband, taking no chances, lay down on the bed with Ethan in his arms. He said that he would keep an eye on me. His thunderous snoring started within minutes. Looking into the man's eyes, I felt unbearably hot all over, as if countless ants were gnawing at my skin. I rubbed against him. His hands found my legs, his grip firmer now. Slowly, under my pleading gaze, he nudged my knees apart, revealing everything he had promised.