My Mother's Boyfriend

Seducing My Husband

Maya

Putting on another one of Alejandro’s oversized hoodies today, I left for university. Ever since I saw him working out late one night about two weeks back, I cannot get his hot inked body off my mind.

Now I’m like; crush? What crush? Whatever ‘crushes’ I did have before for anyone, vanished that night. My husband is the sexiest man alive, and I ought to poke my eyes out for eye-r*ping him.

My teenage hormones are off the roof for him now. His tatted muscled body occupied every spare thought I had. More and more every day since that night.

By the end of the day, my friends and I plan to catch a movie later. We are in our usual spot, laid out on the low grass, beneath the shady almond tree. I won't be there, but I have to play along for everything to be ‘normal’. I will simply call in a rain check because I will have developed flu-like symptoms by then.

To make it more real, I rub my chest, etching my pain in pain, muttering. “My chest burns and feels a bit congested,” I add a fake throat-clearing sound.

Meg pulls open her bag and hands me a packet. “There’s a virus going around guys,” she warms us, squirting hand sanitiser into her palms and rubbing them together.

“Thanks, Meg,” I grin widely as another passes me a tiny, canned water. I swallow the darn over-the-counter pills quickly so as to not cause any more talks about it. My cheeks heat up in having always been caught in a lie.

“You should stay home and rest up tonight, My,” Ryan, the footballer chimes in as he shimmies back a bit from me, and I laugh at his clown-like joke.

Mackenzie seconds in and Oliver admits he wants to stay home as well until it passes away. “Don’t want another COVID situation again.” He makes an ‘x’ shape with his fingers.

Two minutes later, the hang was cancelled. And I am riddled with guilt, but I am wearing Alejandro’s jacket that has his scent, so my guilt is faded when I bend my head and I inhale him on the cotton material.

Soren is still giving me puppy dog eyes and I do my best to ignore it. Pretending I did not know but I had seen the look in Alejandro’s eyes. Not a puppy dog but wanting. The longing gaze, although I know the difference in these two instances.

Alejandro is turned on for the moment and Soren wants a long-term relationship. It is my fault because I did have a bit of feeling for him so I might have reflected that without realising I did it. Alejandro told me that I do not understand how men think. A simple smile could be taken wrong from a female to a guy.

“And not because you want something, means you should act on it,” he had told me two days ago when I told him I had on no underwear. Of course, I did have it on, but I was just teasing him. And when I admitted that to him, he only flared his nostrils.

The thing was soaked. I could not sleep with it on, so I had to wash it that night- which I did as soon as Alejandro had his shower. But I did not say that part.

Eventually, I would like to have s*x, perhaps with Alejandro himself but for now I do not think so. I am just curious about my body and boys. And he is safe because- need I say this- HE IS MY HUSBAND LEGALLY.

So, nothing we do counts as lewd.

I am well within my rights as his wife...so what if I seduce him? I mean, I don't know what to do, but I can figure it out, right?

*

“Your lips sir are mine,” I greet him that night. Yes, I remained awake till he came in after his workout. Had he taken five minutes more, I would have jumped out of our bed and gone downstairs to meet him.

That would have worked him up, especially if someone else was there. I would have put on shorts. He hated it when I did that. I am not allowed to dress ‘provocatively’ around the house. His rule. He would fit right in with my family.

“You’re up.” It was a statement. “I’m gonna shower.” The massive man soaked in sweat clothing man walked past me and into the bathroom.

Despite there being two showers downstairs in the gym area, he showers here. I guess it was there for emergency use or for the men who worked here. Possibly a staff comfort.

He is avoiding me. Two minutes after he’s in the shower is how long it took me to build up the courage to enter through the door to follow behind him. And another minute of gawking at his huge frame and rebuilding the courage I just lost at the sight of his nakedness. Opening the steamy glass door slowly, step in, feeling my Feight train heart.

“Fcuk, Maya, he hisses out when I touch his wet, partly lathered back after admiring his frame for a few seconds, wanting to run away but convincing myself to ‘woman up’. And no, I never saw him naked, and I always turned away whenever he exited the shower, to face the wall.

While I had seen his hand tattoos before I had not seen the back art.

His back tattoo is of clouds or smoke, maybe treetops or something with a snake-like dragon. But it’s only on half of his back.

Passing my hand over the dragon, I feel him tense up. “What’s wrong?” His chest and legs were ink-free. While I have seen his well-shaped calves a few times, this is the first I am seeing of his thighs. Muscled by the way. I do not think this magnificent creature before me has an ounce of fat.

“Can’t you find someone else? I already gave you what you wanted- twice,” he gaggles some water and spits it out, pulling away from my touch at the same time. But I step forward and press myself along his back. My hair and n*pples getting wet in the process.

He sucks in a harsh breath when he feels my upper nakedness, but I am not backing down. Sure, I am scared. This is me, Maya. Eighteen and never had any sort of intimate interaction with males or females or wanted to until him. Me, who is now learning to kiss. Me, who know and understand nothing about what I am doing here but thrilled as I have never been before.

Scared. And nauseous and almost feeling ashamed of my actions because I somehow feel as if I am throwing myself at him but being okay with it. “No, I want you,” I reply softly and nervously press my lips onto his back, unsure of what else to do here and I feel him stiffening.

“I cannot play these childish games with you.” His voice is mingled with water.

“Well, let’s do what you want.” I do not know where the bravado came from to give voice to those words.