Romance

David was sleeping right beside me, and here I was, doing this with another man.

Thinking of my role as a wife and a mother, a wave of sharp unease and guilt crashed over me. I reached out and grabbed the man's wrist.

He looked at me, surprised. 

"What's wrong?"

I opened my mouth, but no words came. My heart felt like it had been tossed onto a hot skillet, searing and twisting with every second.

Before I could speak, he sheepishly withdrew his hand and understood what I meant. Pressing his lips together in a thin, regretful line, he offered me a forced smile.

"It's okay," he said softly. "I get it. I understand."

"After all, you're married, and you even have a kid…"

His voice trailed off, growing quieter, less certain. It almost sounded like he was talking to himself.

I just nodded. Sitting up, I pressed a hand to my chest and watched him wipe his hands and walk away. The knot o

I left Ethan with my in-laws and gave them some instructions. Then, I packed my bag and climbed onto my uncle, Tom White's tractor, waiting at the village entrance for the trip into the city.

The tractor rumbled and roared, giving me a headache, but inside, I felt warm. As sunlight bathed my shoulders, I settled back against the soft pile of straw, content.

Uncle Tom glanced at me in his rearview mirror and couldn't resist teasing. "You two lovebirds are still so close. Makes a person envious." 

He then sighed. "Unlike my daughter, who scrimped and saved at home, waiting for her husband to make money in the city. And what does he do? Makes his pile and ends up in another woman's bed."

His words hit me like a splash of cold water.

I pressed my lips together, a knot of worry tightening in my chest. What if David made money in the city and decided he didn't want Ethan and me anymore?



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.

David was sleeping right beside me, and here I was, doing this with another man.

Thinking of my role as a wife and a mother, a wave of sharp unease and guilt crashed over me. I reached out and grabbed the man's wrist.

He looked at me, surprised. 

"What's wrong?"

I opened my mouth, but no words came. My heart felt like it had been tossed onto a hot skillet, searing and twisting with every second.

Before I could speak, he sheepishly withdrew his hand and understood what I meant. Pressing his lips together in a thin, regretful line, he offered me a forced smile.

"It's okay," he said softly. "I get it. I understand."

"After all, you're married, and you even have a kid…"

His voice trailed off, growing quieter, less certain. It almost sounded like he was talking to himself.

I just nodded. Sitting up, I pressed a hand to my chest and watched him wipe his hands and walk away. The knot of anxiety in my throat finally loosened, settling back down into my gut.

By the time I'd straighten

Chapter 5