The Unfaithful Wife - Nina finally faces her husband

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Last night was not supposed to end like that. Now, there's no more avoiding going home. What will Nina say to her cheating husband?. Enjoy ...

Nina

Nina couldn’t delay going home any longer. Roland left hours ago but she needed more time and the quiet of their unit to collect her thoughts.

Arriving home angry and emotional wouldn’t work because Derek made a career out of calming down angry clients. He would “manage” her, she would feel “managed” which would only fuel her anger and propel her towards making a decision she wasn’t ready for.

Seeking revenge wouldn’t work. Sometimes she wanted to tell him about Roland. Just to watch the color drain from his face and the shock take over.

Being guilty about Roland wouldn’t help either. She couldn’t imagine Derek understanding how Roland was her way of coping with and forgiving his multiple affairs. In any case, Derek’s ego couldn’t cope with his wife needing another man. Since she hadn’t gone home last night, he would be looking to read her. Any sign of guilt would be a weakness he would explore and then exploit.

Sadness. The one emotion that would be acceptable, and true. She was sad. Unbelievably sad. Derek had hurt her.

The sadness was not even an exaggeration or a lie and hadn’t been erased. As Nina allowed the waves of grief and desolation to wash over, she screamed out the anger and rage, that this time the crutch of Roland hadn’t worked. He was supposed to be a way to hurt less. A way to not take Derek’s affairs so personally. It was not about her. It wasn’t because she was older, smarter, a mother to his children. She was desirable. Loveable. Roland told her as much all the time. This unit was filled with gifts he had purchased with her or them in mind.

On her way home, another truth forced it’s way into Nina’s heart and head. Something she had known deep down for years yet wasn’t ready to accept. Her relationship with Derek was unhealthy, and that made her sad. Creating her own guilt with Roland no longer made her happy for more than the moment, and it no longer took away the sadness.

The wretchedness had finally broken her. She asked the driver to pull over to the side of the road to allow the waves of grief and tears take over. Standing in her expensive designer gown in the middle of the day, with traffic whizzing by, Nina had never felt so vulnerable. With a life fragmented and spinning out of control. All emotions that made her feel weak and bereft. She was not weak. Did not want to feel weak. Damn him for making her feel this way.

“Ready to go, miss?” the driver asked after giving her some space.

“Yes, thanks.”

She needed to pull herself together, remember who she was and how worthy of respect and love she remained.

No matter what her husband did.

Nina intended finding Derek when she got home. Each step from the car to the front door was slow. Not just because of her ridiculously high heeled shoes, because she didn’t want to put one foot in front of the other.

Flee, go to her car, drive up the coast and find a motel on the beach to hide in until she could stop caring.

But the kids would be home soon and she needed to face their father before turning on the “happy mummy” smiles and cuddles. She owed it to them to stay and fight.

Nina fumbled for her door keys before finally putting the right key in the front door. Again, she hesitated and fought the urge to run away before the key appeared to turn of it’s own will. She wasn’t ready to face her husband.

She wasn’t ready for his lies, his truths, his excuses. Or her own.

Wafts of fresh coffee greeted her, it could be so easy to go to the kitchen, sip from her cup and pretend last night didn’t happen.

No, she couldn’t. It was too still too fresh and too soon. Damn it, she didn’t want him to see her red eyes or pretend to comfort her which would only make her cry again.

Forcing herself to ignore the smell of roasted beans, Nina by-passed the living areas, quietly walking to their shared bedroom and got undressed.

The body that had never been enough for Derek. Yet loved by Roland.

No marks. A silent rule among all married lovers that she had respected until today. Her own body was still soft from the oil with no marks to tell how loved it had been.

Closing the bedroom door and then the bathroom behind her, she found refuge in the shower and succumbed to the tears. The water hid the sounds from the outside world and she could pretend she was alone in her grief. One last round of private, ugly crying before she had to face the world and pretend she didn’t care.

Nina didn’t hear Derek wriggle the lock which didn’t even keep the kids out anymore and enter the bedroom. It wasn’t until the breeze of cool air from the opened bathroom door competed with the shower steam that she saw him.

If he was going to invade her private space, he had to deal with the consequences. Leaning back against the shower wall, her tears turned to frustration and embarrassment.

She hadn’t wanted him to see her cry. Had not wanted him to see the depth of her grief. Here he was. Uninvited.

Yet he was here.

He had come to her as quickly as she had allowed.

It wasn’t fair that after all these years together, every time she saw him, she felt that familiar thrill. He was wearing her favorite top and shorts. The deep blue that matched his eyes. The cut of the shorts that accentuated his legs and his ass.

Damn him.

Damn her for loving him.

Damn him.

Slowly, Derek opened the shower door, watching her face for any reaction as he carefully picked up her sponge and smothered it in her lavender shower gel.

Her silent confusion when he joined her in the shower, still fully clothed and without a word.

Soft, sensual strokes, he began to wash her.

Their eyes locked. She could see his remorse and his self-interest. He clearly wanted to know her intentions and what would they mean for him. She had no choice but to let him see her sadness and pain. The water had cleansed her tears, but she knew the tell-tale red around her puffy eyes would still be there.

Derek

He didn’t mean to.

Truly, he only meant to come in with her coffee and ask if she wanted something to eat.

Until he had to “break in” to their bedroom and heard her crying in the shower. Nina never cried. At least, he couldn’t remember the last time she wanted to cry alone and not make him pay for his crimes.

Once he opened the shower screen, there was no turning back. He made every effort to wash his wife, avoiding her breasts and legs and that tight, beautiful ass that he just wanted to ... No! he couldn’t even think about what he wanted to do with this woman who was his weeping wife. He needed to focus on Nina and her needs, anything that would wash away all trace of his mistake.

Not helping, but not pushing him away, each arm was cleansed, softly, sensually. Soaped, rubbed and rinsed. She allowed him to turn her around to wash her back. Even though his hands behaved themselves, his eyes couldn’t help but appreciate her curves. It was lucky that he was still fully clothed, or he wouldn’t have been able to hide his true feelings.

Derek admonished his errant thoughts, coming in here was about Nina, not him. He had to resist his urges until she invited him in.

Eventually, her arms and back were completely taken care of. She hadn’t repelled him. Hadn’t pushed him away.

His knees cracked as he knelt on the tiles in an unfamiliar submissive position, more gel on the sponge so he could wash her legs. Long strokes up and down her calves and then the outside of her thighs. His mouth was so close to her ass. It was there, slightly quivering and then tightening with each stroke.

To hell with being patient, Derek took the risk worth taking. Rubbing the sponge up the inside of her left leg while at the same time he kissed between her cheeks. Pressing his face to where the cheeks met her legs, he pushed his tongue between them.

Was it involuntary or intentional? It didn’t matter. Nina moved her left leg. A slight, almost invisible parting, but it gave him hope to a greater access.

It had been so long since he had done this with Nina. Derek couldn’t understand why he had waited. She tasted so, well, Nina. While neither of them had spoken since she arrived home, her stifled moans were music to his ears.

He was never going to say he was sorry. In any case, words were meaningless. He wanted to show her that she meant the world to him. That she was still the love of his life and the only woman he would ever love.

He threw away the sponge and turned her again. Still on his knees, his hands worked their way and parted her lips for his tongue. Deep, penetrating circles, his hands making her his own again.

Her eyes closed and head thrown back, he could feel that in this moment she had lost all sense other than what he was doing to her. In this moment her moans were not of a woman angry or sad, with each stroke of his tongue he wanted her to feel alive and loved.

She arched her back, thrusting her groin towards him as she shuddered to climax. Squeezing her legs together as though to never allow his tongue to leave her.

Released, Derek stood in his wet clothes. He held her naked body to him, caressing her hair from her face.

Again, their eyes searched for answers neither were willing to share. He still saw tinges of pain and sadness. Mostly, there was acceptance. His wife had accepted him.

Today, that had to be enough.

Nina

Nina wrapped herself in the towel, hugging it tightly while she watched him discard his wet clothes and leave her in peace. Derek didn’t think he needed to apologize and based on past behavior, never would.

Yet, she couldn’t remember the last time he had loved her like that.

The softness of the towel dried her in all the places he had washed. Knowing her body as he did, he had applied pressure where she loved it, and lightly where it would drive her wild.

A completely unselfish act, or was he trying to buy her forgiveness with a quickie in the shower?

Damn it, she had to stop over thinking her husband’s actions. He’d make his intentions clear soon enough.

“Coffee?” he asked when she entered the kitchen.

“Thanks.”

“I spoke to Richard, about a couple of properties on the central coast. We can drive up this afternoon to have a look at them.” Nina opened the refrigerator, looked inside and closed it without taking anything out. Nothing had changed since last night, she still didn’t know what she wanted.

“When did you start thinking about a beach house?”

She waited for him to answer but instead he focused on making her another drink and preparing a fruit platter from the overflowing fruit bowl. He carefully cut the oranges into segments, removing the pith that he loved and she hated.

“When?”

“You’ve wanted one for years.”

“You said we’d never have time and it would be a waste of money.”

“We might never have time, but what if we found it anyway? You’ve always wanted us to get away, I never listened.”

He handed her a plate and her mug. Nina took a sip and dropped her eyes, she expected the usual flowers or a romantic dinner, but a beach house? This was huge even for Derek.

“Neen, I want to start listening.”

Nina waited, there had to be more.

“I want to listen to you sitting on the balcony of our new beach house watching the waves crash onto the shore.

“I don’t know how to not be around you. I miss you touching me and I miss touching you.

“I’m sick of us just living in the same house, being parents but not lovers. I don’t know what to do. I want us back. The us we used to be. I don’t know how to do it without you.”

Nina put down the cup and plate.

“We’ll figure it out together.” She kissed him. Tentatively at first, and then as her lips found their home, she forgave him, again.

There you have it! You've met Nina, her husband and lover. If you know who is the perfect man for her happily ever after, get The Unfaithful Wife and make your choice today.