EroticReverie

Leena Lively .........Two Months Earlier

"It's a stripper name." I say as I make too much noise with the pots and pans in the kitchen while Brendan stands at the counter helping me cook dinner for our now fucking weekly dinner with the Harts. 

"What do you even have against her? What has she even done Leena?" Brendan asks. 

"She eye fucks the shit out of my husband  , for one!" I say as I slam the pan onto the counter and turn to him, as he just fucking stands there, shirt sleeves rolled up his forearms, chopping vegetables . 

"She does not." He sighs and I cross my eyes, glaring at his back, gritting my teeth. 

"Don't tell me she doesn't I have two fucking working eyes, and twenty fucking twenty vision. I SEE the way she fucking looks at you." I hiss. 

"She's married." He sighs as if Im ridiculous. 

"It's called infidelity. It's called being a homewrecking whore." I say. 

"Leena, come on. You're not being fair." He says. 

"Is that why she asked My husband for a ride to work, isntead of her OWN?" I ask and he sighs. 

"Leena...we work at the same building. She works for me. We were going to the same place." he says of the little fucking carpool they had this morning. 

"I don't like it. You won't drive her again." I say. 

"Fine." He says simply. 

"I mean it Brendan , if I see that whore in your-"

"Leena, jesus christ, stop calling her that." He says and turns and I glare at him. 

I walk over to him and grab his shirt by the middle, where the buttons are, I look at him. 

"You are MY fucking husband." i hiss at him. He smirks. 

"I am." He nods and then sets down the knife and reaches both hands behind me and grabs my ass. 

"I will kill her. If she touches you." I say , my voice low, his eyes on my mouth. 

"I love you." He says with a smile, squeezing my ass and pulling me against him. My hand loosens it's grip on his shirt and slides up and behind his neck. 

"you make me crazy" I say breathlessly, my eyes going all over his perfect face, my body pressing into his, melting into him as he smiles at me.

"I like you crazy" he whispers. "You being jealous, is kind of hot." 

I scowl. "I am not jealous."

"okay" he says and I grit my teeth , but then pull him down and kiss him hard against his lips. 

Seonds later , I'm bent over the counter, dress flipped up, being fucked hard from behind  and my husband grips my waist and slams into me as he cums deep inside of me. 

"It's crazy that you believe I'd ever touch another woman, when I have you as my wife Leena" He whispers into my ear and kisses me on my neck. 

but he'd touched another woman before. He doesn't know that I know it. But I saw the texts from that bitch. The flirty little work emails. Saw the footage of the security camera in the boardroom where he'd let Marylin drop to her fucking knees and suck him off. That was the first and fucking last time she'd touched my husband.  That's what happens when you touch the wrong womans husband. You go "missing". 

"I love you" I whisper over my shoulder, his cock still inside of me. He smiles at me, holds my chin, turns my face a little more and then leans over and kisses me from behind. 

"I love you too , crazy" he smiles softly on my lips and I push mine harder to his. 

"Let's finish making dinner." he says. 

"cancel it, i want you to fuck me all night instead" I breathe and he hums. 

"We'll get them out of here quickly." He says. 

I roll my eyes and huff and he laughs softly. He kisses my shoulder.

"It's rude to cancel on such short notice." he says.

"I cant promise I wont lodge a fork in her eye if she looks at my husband like she wants to screw him." I say. 

"that would be quite the mess, behave yourself, no stabbing anyone in the eye." He jokes, but I'm fucking serious.