Phone Sex Escape -13-

Another part to the ongoing series.

I knew that Maria would freak out, but did I care? Nope. I have everything I need to get her on my team. If Johnathan finds out that his little cock sucker ate my pussy he will lose it. If I know my husband, and I do, he will never allow his wife the pleasure of another. Not even a woman will be allowed. Honestly, I did enjoy it. I came harder than I do with him, but I won’t mention that until I walk out his door for the last timeā€”no need to get my ass beaten over something so trivial as a good orgasm.

“Maria, I am going out. You will tell my husband I am sleeping if he calls. You will strip my bed and put on clean bedding. We need to set the scene for when you fuck my husband and get pregnant. Also, I am getting an ovulation predictor,” Haven smirked. As she grabbed her keys, her hand went to the cheeks of the maid, gripping them tightly before kissing her on the lips, “Don’t fuck this up.”

As I left, I stopped for a moment to look in the mirror. The expression on my face frightened me a bit. It was the same face that my husband makes when he gets his way. Was I honestly becoming the female version of him? Exhaling sharp, shrugging, if I was, then it was long overdue.

No sooner had I settled into the car did the phone ring. My bone a phone that is. I forgot to turn it off before I left, so there is no way I can turn down the money. I am counting on every penny to make it out of this marriage.

“Hi, this is your naughty little slut. What did Daddy bring for me today?” I asked. A quick look in the rearview mirror shocked me. Was that a smile? I haven’t seen a smile on my face in years.

“Haven, what the fuck are you talking about,” Kai growled.

What I didn’t realize was that it was the number from my husband’s office. “Nothing. It was a joke. What do you want?” I lied. I could tell him that I was playing around, but he knows how much I hate him. Will he believe that I was honestly flirting with him?

“Well, stop it. It’s fucking disgusting and never use that voice again. You sound like a god damn child,” he said. “My little sister is coming to stay. Clean the guest room for her. She will be living with us now. My parents have decided they need to travel, and they don’t want to bring the brat with them,” he grumbled.

“WHAT? I hate the little bitch. She isn’t living in our house. Fuck no,” I screamed. I sat up in the car, my smile now gone. I have never liked that girl. First of all, we are almost the same age, she is bossy, and the way she looks at Kai is sickening. I asked him if he was fucking her in the past, and he slapped me. You can tell she has a crush on him every time he walks in the room. God, why me?

“Her staying with us is not up for discussion. She will be there tonight, and you will make sure you kiss her fucking ass,” Kai said. “I ask for nothing from you, but you won’t act the way you do in front of her, or I will make sure you never leave the bed,” Kai warned. His words stopped with the sounds of the phone hung up.

Screaming, I tossed a full-on temper tantrum right there in that car. Beating on the steering wheel, my hands oblivious to the pain, I plotted his death in my mind. When he came home tonight, I would kill both him and that fucking bitch of a sister. The last time had seen her was at her wedding, and the tramp was all over Kai. I thought for sure he would invite her into their wedding night bed the way they carried on. That phone call was the last straw. I need to be out of that house by the end of the month, or I might lose my mind.

Before I drove off, the phone rang. This time, it wasn’t my husband. As I drove to the pharmacy to get the test, I ruined the life of another man. Well, in my mind, I had. “Do you like wearing your mother’s panties? Do you have some on right now?” I asked. He giggled and admitted he did. That was where this went all kinds of fucked up. “Walk into her room in nothing but the panties, twirl around, and confess to her that you are a cock sucking fag,” I demanded. It’s all fantasy, and I never for a minute thought he would do it.

“Mother, I am a cock sucking fag. Like my pretty panties,” he giggled.

“What the hell are you doing wearing my underwear,” the female screamed.

I slapped my hand over my mouth, gasping. Thank god I pulled into the pharmacy and had parked before he said that. After a minute, the phone went dead, and honestly, I don’t know if he enjoyed that, or if he will never call me again. The moral of this story is never ask for something you don’t want. I want a divorce, and by the end of the month, I will be asking for one.

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