14
Saige
The first couple of times I imagined it was Flynn’s hands on me rather than Callan’s, guilt swamped my mind, fought my body’s reaction to the f*******n fantasy. Within a matter of weeks, however, that feeling of doing wrong retreated.
Callan refused to make love to me face to face. He refused to kiss or even touch me outside of our bed. A few times, I’d been turned on by thinking of Flynn and attempted to be affectionate with my husband. And with every avoidance of my timid advances, Callan intensified my regret over choosing to marry him. Every night he passed out after filling me up with his c*m before I’d had a chance to c****x, and I prayed to God no seed would take.
When my period finally came, I cried happy tears—and enjoyed the five days of respite from his attentions.
