His Second Wife by Favor V April

~Christopher’s POV~

When I got home from Mark’s, I realized that my wife and I had nothing in common other than arguing whenever we weren’t pleased with one other. I removed my clothes and went to the restroom. The bathroom door wasn’t locked. I was startled by the sight of my wife sleeping with an empty wine glass in her hand.

Can’t she feel that she’s not sleeping in bed?

My gaze was drawn to the water. Camila’s standing hard nipple greeted me, fuck! The rose petals covered the second set of the nipples. I gulped hard and promptly rushed out of the restroom as I realized my member was becoming firm and looking for attention.

“Fuck!” I cursed.

Why, of all locations, did she have to sleep there?

Shit! I cursed once more.

Because my beast was hard as a stone, I took off my trousers and was just wearing my boxers and could at least let the beast breathe a little. As I swallowed hard, my Adam’s apple was bobbing ceaselessly. I lifted her from the water and walked back to the room to place her on top of the bed before drying her hair and body. I got up from bed and inspected her physique. In every aspect, the girl was ideal. I chuckled. I realized that none of the prostitutes I’d been fucking had my wife’s gorgeous features.

But you’re not allowed to touch her. She is young, says a voice from deep inside me. Do you know the ages of the hookers you’ve been fucking?

While looking at my wife’s nude body resting on top of the bed, I was battling with myself. I know I don’t desire real marriage, therefore a physical connection is out of the question. She is attractive, youthful, and enticing, yet she must not be touched. I’m not going to lie to myself. I want her, but she’s way too young for me. It’s difficult to keep myself in check, but I’m trying. Even if I wanted her, I couldn’t have her. Getting so entwined with her would carry with it the additional baggage I’ve always overlooked.

I exclusively fuck prostitutes.

again. I don’t feel emotions. They’re not my cup of tea. Why am I thinking like

was difficult for me, I won’t lie, having a hottie for a wife and you can’t touch her, that is torture. I then climbed into bed after a shower. I eventually fell asleep after a lot of tossing and turning in bed. I awoke the following morning to find Camila all cuddled up on my chest, her hand around my waist. I growled, her conditioner smells

woman is beginning to make things worse

eyes and shift her back to her original position. I then fixed my gaze on her. Images of Camila’s naked body flooded my mind, my traitor of a mind. I now have a firm cock, looking for

grip, Christopher! She’s merely a young lady. You are not

as I continued staring at her beautiful milky face. She yawned as she immediately opened her eyes,

“Good morning, Chris.”

deep breath and turned to

take a nap in the

nodded once more. She didn’t look ashamed

“I’ll be

is someone who isn’t ashamed about anything, and she doesn’t have a filter.

just realized I haven’t done anything for you since we

something for me?” I nodded when she

Try to get out of the house and go to the office

an office, but it’s out of my price range. Well, I have never

it?”