As I write this, I hear the distinct noise coming from the bedroom of my husband making love to another woman. Her moans mingle with his. The bed creaking.
I have a slight edge of jealousy right now. I want to be in there, pleasuring my husband, not her. But he didn't want me to please him tonight, he wanted her.
I must deal with this the only way I can. I push it as far away as I can.
It's been almost 6 weeks since my husband last had me. He has been with this current woman for those weeks. I really want to smack the look she gives me when she emerges from my marital bed. But my husband reminds me she is nothing more than a fuck for him. A vessel for which he inserts his penis. He chuckles at my jealousy.
But he confided in me last night that he was growing tired of her. Tonight will be their last night together. I am slightly relieved at this news. Husband has promised me that I will be able to pleasure him soon. He misses me and my touch on his body.
My jealousy is instantly removed.