His Second Wife

Chapter 14

Camila opted to soak in the bathroom before Chris returned after a hard day at the Grayston family’s residence. She added rose petals to the bathwater, lit some scented candles in the bathroom, and filled the tub with warm water. She added a pinch of fragrant salt to her warm water. She went downstairs to get a bottle of red wine to drink as she bathed. She undressed and waded into the warm water. She groaned as the water soothed her skin. She poured herself some wine while she enjoyed the warm water. She didn’t realize just how tired she was after consuming the whole bottle of red wine by herself. Since the scent from the candles and the warm water were so relaxing to her tired body and mind. She then slept off.

~Christopher’s POV~

When I got home from Mark’s, I realized that my wife and I had nothing in common other than arguing whenever we weren’t pleased with one other. I removed my clothes and went to the restroom. The bathroom door wasn’t locked. I was startled by the sight of my wife sleeping with an empty wine glass in her hand.

Can’t she feel that she’s not sleeping in bed? Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

My gaze was drawn to the water. Camila’s standing hard nipple greeted me, fuck! The rose petals covered the second set of the nipples. I gulped hard and promptly rushed out of the restroom as I realized my member was becoming firm and looking for attention.

“Fuck!” I cursed.

Why, of all locations, did she have to sleep there?

Shit! I cursed once more.

Because my beast was hard as a stone, I took off my trousers and was just wearing my boxers and could at least let the beast breathe a little. As I swallowed hard, my Adam’s apple was bobbing

ceaselessly. I lifted her from the water and walked back to the room to place her on top of the bed before drying her hair and body. I got up from bed and inspected her physique. In every aspect, the girl was ideal. I chuckled. I realized that none of the prostitutes I’d been fucking had my wife’s gorgeous features.

But you’re not allowed to touch her. She is young, says a voice from deep inside me. Do you know the ages of the hookers you’ve been fucking?

While looking at my wife’s nude body resting on top of the bed, I was battling with myself. I know I don’t desire real marriage, therefore a physical connection is out of the question. She is attractive, youthful, and enticing, yet she must not be touched. I’m not going to lie to myself. I want her, but she’s way too young for me. It’s difficult to keep myself in check, but I’m trying. Even if I wanted her, I couldn’t have her. Getting so entwined with her would carry with it the additional baggage I’ve always overlooked.

I exclusively fuck prostitutes.

I’ll have to remind myself once again. I don’t feel emotions. They’re not my cup of tea. Why am I thinking like this?

I then proceeded to her wardrobe and clothed her in her panties and the lace vest she normally wore. It was difficult for me, I won’t lie, having a hottie for a wife and you can’t touch her, that is torture. I then climbed into bed after a shower. I eventually fell asleep after a lot of tossing and turning in bed. I awoke the following morning to find Camila all cuddled up on my chest, her hand around my waist. I growled, her conditioner smells like heaven.

This woman is beginning to make things worse for me.

I could feel my cock thudding up. Without awakening her, I had to shut my eyes and shift her back to her original position. I then fixed my gaze on her. Images of Camila’s naked body flooded my mind, my

traitor of a mind. I now have a firm cock, looking for yet another attention and the only way is to ride solo.

Get a grip, Christopher! She’s merely a young lady. You are not going to touch her. You are not going to fuck her.

I hummed it till my cock returned to its normal position. Camila was sound asleep as I continued staring at her beautiful milky face. She yawned as she immediately opened her eyes, and she said,

“Good morning, Chris.”

“Good morning, Camille.” She took a deep breath and turned to face me.

“Did I take a nap in the tub?” I only nodded.

“You changed me?” I nodded once more. She didn’t look ashamed at all that a guy had changed her clothing.

“Thank you,” she responded softly. “I’ll be more cautious next time.”

What sort of woman is my wife? She is someone who isn’t ashamed about anything, and she doesn’t have a filter. She is unafraid to express herself.

“I just realized I haven’t done anything for you since we got married.”

“You want to do something for me?” I nodded when she asked.

“How about your office? Try to get out of the house and go to the office daily.” She kissed my cheeks with a grin.

“Thank you, Chris; I’ve always wanted an office, but it’s out of my price range. Well, I have never seen anything I liked here, but I can sketch it for you.”

“You, sketch it?” I asked.

“Yes, I will sketch it. It’s been a lifelong ambition of mine.”

Who did I marry, precisely, Sketch?

“All right, when do you think it’ll be ready?”

“Give me three days,” she says.

“You’re going to draw it in three days?” She smiled and nodded.

“So, what are you up to today?”

“Nothing, I’m going to have a dull Sunday.” I’m late to get to church.”

“Come have lunch with me in three hours.” Her eyes widened.

“Can you tell me what time it is?”

“It’s almost one o’clock.”

“ I’ve never slept that much in my whole life. Alright, let’s go to lunch.”