Free Hotwife Hotel: A Wifewatching Romance by Jason Lenov Page A

made me brace myself for what I was about to hear.
    "Just say it."
    "John..."
    Fuck. Just say it.
    "...I smoked with him."
    I didn't really know what disappointed. relief could feel like until just then. My nerves, the ones that had stopped working and focused entirely on what she was going to say, suddenly released inside me with a shiver and the tension that I needed to expel came out in a laugh. A hearty, awkward laugh that made me warm.
    "You're not mad?" she asked, like she couldn't believe my reaction.
    Another deep breath. I was taking a lot of those lately. "I'm not mad. I'm relieved."
    "Relieved? About me smoking?" She seemed genuinely confused, which only made my explanation feel more absurd. But it was what it was, I had to say it now.
    "Beck, for some strange reason, I thought you two were..."
    The grip of another panic came instantly as she looked down, her gaze skittering along the floor.
    No. Rebecca, no. Did you? Why the fuck was this making me get hard?
    "Rebecca?" Her name sounded like a foreign sound. "Did something happen?"
    "He tried to kiss me," came in an anxious whisper, with a bite of her lip.
    Relief again but filled with excitement. "And did you?"
    She let the question hang there, like a knife above our necks.
    "No."
    I breathed again. Then I ventured forward, the energy between us making me brave.
    "Did you want to?"
    "John..."
    I stepped towards her, put my hands on her arms and looked deep into her eyes. Even if I couldn't bring myself to say it, I wanted her to know there was something there. It wasn't just a "no" I was looking for.
    "Just tell me how you really feel," was what came out. I tried to drive it home with my stare. "Did you want to?"
    "No," she said, then hesitated. "...but kind of yes?"
    I was unprepared for that sweet, warm punch in the gut that hit me at hearing it. Of course it had been brewing as a fantasy for so long, but to finally hear her say it was something that took me by surprise. She must have noticed it by my expression.
    "I don't know why I said that," she added quickly, looking up at me with imploring eyes, like she needed forgiveness.
    "Let's have a drink," I countered, making sure she knew I wasn't too upset. Once we'd both calmed ourselves with scotch and sat down at the table, everything felt safer. At least for me.
    "The thing is," I began. I couldn't help a chuckle at how absurd this was going to sound. "The thing is that I've been thinking about what you said when we met a lot lately."
    "You have?" she countered, with more than just a note of interest in her tone.
    "I have. I guess...I don't know, that just stuck with me and the thing is Beck...I am just so obsessed with you that even when you're not around, I'm thinking of you."
    She smiled and tilted her head in that way she always did when she thought I was being sweet.
    "It's true," I went on, "but wait! There's more!" I stuck a finger up into the air and she gladly accepted my invitation at a chance to laugh. "Here's the thing, see," I went on, when she'd had her chuckle. "Even though it was kind of crushing me inside, that there might be something going on, I don't know..." I drifted off into my own mind, not sure how to finish what I'd started. There was really only one way to do it. "It kind of...turned me on. You know?"
    It felt like a moment of truth, brought on by my truthful moment. I watched her eyes to try and see what she really thought. It was a weird light that reflected from them as she searched for how to answer. When she looked at me again, my heart raced and grew and I felt ready for a new adventure. Like I hadn't felt in a long time.
    "I kind of felt it, too..."
    The moment was shattered by a banging on the door and we both jumped and turned to see the figure of a man there, peering in through the window.
    "Fuck," I said, turning back to her.
    "They're early," she replied.

Chapter 13

    "Yer doing what?!?" Sam hollered, his wrench clattering on the garage floor.
    "We're thinking of