Your Voice, My Hand - Sex Stories

Your Voice, My Hand

... fucking with me.

I blinked at Ben, unable to hide my shock. We were outside the office building, bundled up in winter coats. As he waited for my response, I immediately thought of you. How would this work? I asked myself. I still had no answer to that question when I blurted out, "Sure! I'd love to."

Ben released the breath he'd been holding, and I realized he was nervous. That surprised me a little. He was good-looking in a nondescript, forgettable way. I was certain plenty of women were attracted to him. He and I made plans to go out the following evening.

As I walked to my car, my heart pounded furiously. Why had I said yes? I wondered. Perhaps I felt I owed myself a chance at a "normal" relationship, whatever the hell that was.

I dreaded telling you about the date. I knew it was ridiculous, but I felt like I was betraying you. It was as if you had an uncanny sense of something shifting, for you sent me a text right after I got home. You were still at the office and swamped with work.Baby, I'm going to be burning the midnight oil tonight trying to get shit done here at the office, so I won't be able to call. I promise we'll talk tomorrow when I have all this finished.

I had to pour myself a glass of wine before I responded.I completely understand about tonight. Tomorrow, I'm not sure when I'll be home. I actually have a date.

I was gulping down the wine when my phone rang, making me jump. Hurrying to answer your call, I dropped the glass, and it ...

... shattered against the floor. My voice shook as I said hello.

"This is sudden." Your words held a chill. I heard traffic in the background and knew you'd gone outside your office to call me. "What's going on, Justine?"

I swallowed hard. The wine wasn't working anywhere near fast enough. "A guy from work asked me out today, and I said yes."

"Who is he?" you demanded.

"What do you mean, who is he? I just told you, he's a guy from work--"

"Have you been out with him before?"

"No. And why does that even matter?" Your interrogation made me defensive. I already felt guilty about going out with Ben, and you weren't helping matters.

"Because you and I have had something going on for months, so I'm just curious about how long this guy has been in the picture."

My face flushed with growing fury. "He just entered the picture, Paul. Meanwhile, your wife has been in the picture the whole time!" You gasped at that, and my anger weakened a little. I'd never thrown your marriage in your face. But you'd never before held me to a standard you couldn't meet yourself. My indignation returned, sharp and hot. "Are you telling me that during our entire relationship, you haven't fucked your wife once?" I went on.

Your silence let me know the answer. When you spoke again, your voice was soft. "I know I have no right to be upset about you going out with this man--"

"You absolutely don't!" With an unsteady hand, I lifted the wine bottle to my lips and took a swallow directly from ...