Chapter 11. Frustrated Wife**(2)

Rex leaned forward a little and reached out with his hand. He didn’t want to touch her, but he wanted to rest his hand on the mattress between her legs, so she could feel the heat of his palm even through the sheets.

"You were thinking about me, weren’t you?"

"When you were doing it to yourself?" Rex smirks.

Mara’s face got hotter, and her whole body stiffened. "N-No, why would I even do that..." she said in a whisper that was barely audible and not very convincing even to herself.

"You’re lying." The word came out soft, almost like it was meant to be.

Rex’s hand stayed put, and the close distance made her aware of every inch of exposed skin. "I could tell by the look in your eyes when I walked in."

"At first, I was shocked, but then I recognized it."

"You were really into the fantasy, weren’t you?"

"Touching yourself while thinking about someone else touching you."

"And what’s funny is that you didn’t put your husband in that fantasy, but me. Hahaha."

His fingers curled a little in the sheets, as if they were imitating what she had just done. "Tell me, Mara."

"Did you think about how it would feel...?"

"My hands instead of yours?"

"Instead of just your desperate fingers, but...my touch?"

The question lingered between them, akin to a dense, weighty fog. Mara’s breath came in short, shallow gasps.

Her body shook with a mix of shame and something else. A dark, shameful heat that was building again even though she was embarrassed.

"I—" she began, but she couldn’t finish.

Her hands were still crossed over her breasts, but they had slipped down a little, letting more of her pale skin show in the cool air.

Mara thought. "Oh no... he found out... he found how perverted I really am..."

Rex smiled more now, and the moonlight made his eyes look dark. "You don’t have to say anything..."

"I can tell by looking at your face." He leaned back again and crossed his arms behind his head. "You’re curious about what it would be like...aren’t you?

His stare was strong and steady. Mara felt like she was stuck to the bed, unable to move or look away.

The moment’s vulnerability felt like a physical weight on her. She was exposed, caught, and seen in a way she hadn’t been in years.

"I’m a bad person and a bad wife," she said in a whisper, the words coming out before she could stop them. "This is not right..."

"Rex, I—"

"Shh." He reached out and gently put his fingers under her chin, tilting her face up so that their eyes met.

"That frustrated feeling isn’t bad...like wanting to be touched and wanted is not a bad thing." His thumb touched her lower lip. "Not acknowledging it is the only wrong thing."

Mara’s eyes filled with hot, shameful tears. "My husband..."

"Is miles away," Rex said softly to her. "And if he were here, would he look at you like this?"

"Would he see you for who you really are?"

The question hurt her deeply because it touched on something she had been trying to avoid. Rex kept his hand under her chin, and his touch was gentle but firm, making her look him in the eye.

She could see the hunger in his eyes and felt a desire that made her stomach flip with both fear and excitement, feelings she knew she shouldn’t have.

"I can’t," she said, but her body wasn’t fighting back. Her thighs had moved apart a little, and her breathing was getting worse. "You’re making me feel... I shouldn’t..."

"Shouldn’t?" Rex’s smile grew bigger. "Oh, sweetie, you should."

"You should feel everything...and you should want it more than anything until you want to take it so bad."

His other hand moved to her hip, and he slowly traced the curve of her waist with his fingers. Mara’s breath caught, and her body reacted even though her mind was telling her not to.

The touch sent shivers down her spine. "Nnhh..."

"Rex, please..." she said in a broken voice.

"Please what?" he said softly, moving his hand up higher, dangerously close to her breast. "Tell me what you want."

"Say it out loud..." Rex whispered right into her ears.

"N-No..."

"Hah... you leave me no choice." Rex was getting tired of waiting.

He could see the conflict going on behind Mara’s eyes like it was the battle between what she knew was right and what her body needed. It was really a beautiful sight.

A married woman who is torn between doing the right thing and having fun, fighting against her own needs. But he didn’t want to see her suffer anymore.

He put his hand on her hip and squeezed it, with his fingers digging in a little as he moved his weight. "Come on, Mara," he said in a low, commanding voice.

"You’re shaking...and your pussy is almost dripping for me."

"Don’t you think I can tell?"

Mara was breathing hard and couldn’t answer anymore until Rick didn’t wait for a response. "Let me make you be honest with yourself then."

His fingers slid down from her hip, following the curve of her ass and slipping under the edge of the sheet that was barely covering her. Mara’s body stiffened, and she let out a soft gasp.

"Ahhnnn..."

Rex’s hand pressed against the hot, slippery core of her body, and his fingers effortlessly found her entrance.

"My goodness...you’re so wet," he said in a voice full of pleasure. "All because you touched yourself while imagining about me."

At first, his fingers moved slowly, teasing her folds and letting her feel the weight of his hand on her most sensitive area. Mara’s breath caught, and her hips moved without her wanting them to, looking for more contact.

"Mpphhh..." Mara covers her mouth, trying not to moan in front of Rick.

"That’s it...show me how much you need this."

His other hand was still under her chin, keeping her eyes on him. He could see the exact moment when her willpower gave way to pure, desperate need.

It was the moment when shame and propriety gave way to need. She closed her eyes tightly, and tears ran down her face as she choked out a sound.

"Fuck," Rex said, pressing harder on her clit with his fingers and starting to circle it with firm, steady pressure. "That’s it!"

That’s what I wanted to see from a married woman!" His thumb rubbed over the sensitive bundle of nerves, and he moved with confidence and skill.

Mara’s body bent off the bed, and her back bowed as sharp, intense waves of pleasure shot through her. "Oh g-god," she cried, her hands gripping the sheets.

Rex’s fingers moved faster now, making a rhythm that made her gasp and writhe under his touch. "Be honest with me, Mara," he said, his voice rough with desire.

"Tell me what you want."

"Say it loud and clear to my face..." Rex said while licking his own lips.

She shook her head weakly, and tears ran down her face. "I... I can’t..."

"Can’t, you say...?" Rex’s fingers went deeper, pushing against her entrance with purpose. "It’s clear that your body is begging for it."

"Why can’t your mouth do the same...?" His thumb rubbed faster and harder, pushing her to the edge. "Say it!"

"Tell me you want me...! Say you need me more than anything else!!!" Rex forced her as his voice started getting higher.

Mara let out a raw, desperate sob. Her hips pushed against his hand, begging for more. "I want—" she gasped, her words barely making sense.

"I want it... Rex..."

"Louder!" he yelled, his fingers never stopping their relentless assault on her pleasure centers.

"I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME...!" she cried out, broken and desperate.

"I WANT YOUR FINGERS TO TOUCH ME!"

"I WANT YOU TO MAKE ME HAVE AN ORGASM!" Her voice was hoarse, and her body shook as the climax built up. "PLEASE...! REX!"

"I NEED IT...!"

And that...was all he needed to know.