I am my husbands secret Affair

Ten. I can't make you love me.~°~•~°•~°•~°•~°•

Delilah

I was ready to meet my husband as Lilly Spark. Lilly called an Uber to pick her up from her hotel room.

I was wondering about Tony. I called the hospital. I was told again, family only.

I ended the call, frustrated. I pulled up to my own drive way and texted Brandon that I had finally arrived.

The front door flew open. Brandon was waiting. Lilly had her mask on and entered the house. I was scared. Please let this work.

He pulled her with him into their bedroom. I saw the effort he had taken for Lilly Spark.

I frowned. He was fast. He whipped off Lilly's fur coat and whistled.

She told him she only had a few minutes as she was on her way to a costume party with big daddy.

She refused to remove her mask. She turned off the lights.

He pulled her onto his bed.

" What's your pleasure my love, hot or cold lotion?"

She chose hot. She lay on the bed as he moved over her. I moaned with fake pleasure. I was so sure that he would recognize me, I was too scared to enjoy it.

" Lilly, I must say, your body is exquisite. My wife had sadly let herself go in the past few years."

I was livid. Lilly smacked Brandon's ass. He laughed.

" Mmm a naughty girl then." He pulled out a blind fold. Lilly nodded and tied it around his eyes, not hers. He just nodded.

Lilly sat on him and put her finger into his mouth. He suckled it. He lifted her up and set her on top of him.

She squealed. This was it, he was going to do it now.

She leaned down as he was getting so close now.

He had been so excited. It was quick.

She kissed him with her tongue.

He stopped cold.

He knew. He flew into a rage.

He bit my lip, holding onto it as I tried to move away.

I yanked my head back and sat up, he was still inside me.

He ripped of his blindfold, then my mask.

I said, "Brandon please, please finish."

He spit on me. He roughly pushed me away. He yelled at me angrily.

I really didn't mean to hit him over the head with the heavy lamp, I was trying to stop myself from falling and shoved the lamp, it hit Brandon with such force, he slumped forward.

I think that I was in shock.

I grabbed him and slid him off the bed. I pain stakingly took him to the awaiting bed in the basement, dragging him down the stairs.

I was so angry now, remembering how he had treated me.

He had bit my lip open.

I tied him up. He almost got away, I kicked him, then got him subdued.

It was time. I would make him want me, I tried to make him have s*x with me, then I lost control, I couldn't go through with it, my heart was hurting too bad.

Then, at the end, he begged for Lilly to come back, to finish with him. Not me.... Lilly.

He didn't want me, his own wife.

I left and stepped into the

the shower.

Wash him off of me...

I tried to call the hospital again.

I told them I was Delilah Valentino, his cousin. The nurse talked to me finally."Your cousin is out of the woods, he is breathing on his own. He is improving."

I sighed. Then I heard Brandon yelling now.

I went down to the basement. I was still nude.

"Are you ready to say my name?" He bucked on the bed.

"Let me up. You're crazy. I'm never saying your name in this bed."

I shook my head.

" When you want me to let you go, you will start to treat me like you treated Lilly. I know everything, every word, every lie!"

Brandon shook his head and yelled," Let me up, now!"

I came to him. I put my foot on his bed and straddled him. I moved over him and told him Lilly missed her sweet prince.

I mocked him.

He was seething. He roared,

"Get off me, I will never love you, ever again."

I didn't think that was true.

His body had responded to mine last night.

I moved and sat on the end of the bed.

" I want to talk to you, no games. Just you and me."

He was breathing hard.

" LET ME GO!" I could see that he wasn't ready.

He was still mad. I wiped the drool off my lip. My lip was swollen where he had bitten me.

I left and went back upstairs, staying away for 2 hours this time.

Then I made him a plate of food. Brandon was still yelling.

I offered him some water and a few bites of food.

He bucked his shoulders and spilled the food.

I said, in my Lilly voice,

"Tsk tsk tsk. You get so angry. Lilly won't like that."

Brandon turned his head away from me.

I put a blanket over him and went up to bed.

I checked my temperature again. I was ovulating. I would try one more time, then I would release him.

Early morning he was making a lot of noise.

Brandon was yelling for me. He said he had to go to the bathroom.

I knew he would need me some time.

I smiled at him. "Okay let's do this."

I placed a bottle between his legs and held it until he was done.

Then gave him some water.

He was calmer. "Delilah, let's be rational, you can't keep me here forever."

I nodded," Go ahead, talk."

He smiled at me. "Just let me up and we can work everything out."

I nodded. "If you have s*x with me... your wife and do not think of Lilly or even say her name."

Brandon gritted his teeth.

" Deal!"

I went upstairs to prepare. I brought down some lotion and wore a white cami.

I felt beautiful. I told Brandon to look at me.

He did and nodded. " Nice."

I went to him and leaned over to kiss him, then remembering my sore lip decided not to push him.

He closed his eyes. I mounted him and did my best to bring him to pleasure.

He wasn't responding. He lay still, not moving.

I slapped him then. He looked at me with fire in his eyes.

I put my nails in his chest and squeezed. He tried to shove me off of him.

I felt something. He was responding. I slapped him again. He moved up and down and grunted as he did so.

I kept playfully abusing him until he finally released inside me and stopped moving, he looked at the wall, his heart was pounding. Anger, seething anger.

I didn't say a word. I went upstairs and put my feet up.

I wept for my marriage then. I was done with him.

I couldn't keep him any longer.

I returned and using the scissors, cut him loose.

Brandon jumped on me, he grabbed me and threw me on the bed violently. I expected he might be angry.

He choked me. I didn't fight him. I lay still with my eyes closed. I gaspsed for air, kicking my feet.

He squeezed my neck until I finally passed out.

Brandon let go of me, he was breathing hard.

He thought I was crazy.

But he almost killed me.

He wiped his hands on his thighs. I almost killed her.

He turned to leave and then checked my pulse.

I was alive. He threw the blanket on me and marched upstairs.

He took a long shower and got dressed.

He listened for me. There was no noise coming from the basement.

I slowly regained consciousness. I knew that I had deserved some of that and even provoked him. He tried to strangle me. I held my throat.

I didn't feel afraid. I didn't feel anything. I rolled over and stared at the wall. I might have gone crazy.

I had never done that to another person before.

I was feeling embarrassed now.

What kind of a person was I. I fell asleep with tears in my eyes.

Brandon quietly climbed down the stairs to check on me.

He saw that I moved. He heard me breathing. He was satisfied that he did not kill me.

He went back upstairs and went to bed.

In the morning I got up, I went upstairs to shower.

Brandon was sleeping. I started to pack my things. I left my ring on the bedside table.

He woke up seeing me leaving. Brandon called to me. "Hey, how are you?" He had read my last text.

I shrugged. It hurt to talk. He saw my neck had his hand print on it. He winced.

My mouth was bruised.

I looked at him with sad eyes.

"I won't bother you again, just text me when the papers are ready to sign. I am sorry for my part in all of this. I kind of lost my mind for a moment.

I realize that I can't make you love me if you don't.

I can't make you feel for me what you felt for her. I....I rubbed my sore throat. I release you husband, you are free."

I choked up on that last part.

He nodded.

He had something to say to me.

"Delilah, why did you even marry me?"

I looked into his eyes.

" I fell in love with you. It took me 6 years to realize that I can't compete."

He raised his brows in question.

"Brandon, you love yourself more than you have ever loved me."

I turned on my heel and left him.

Finally free......