The Price is Always Right, Pt 4 (fm:slut wife, 12101 words) [4/4] show all parts

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"Good morning, Jess," she responded as she paused her music. "You're here early."

"I wanted to come in and get a few files organized this morning before patients started to arrive," she told her. "Don't let me distract you though. I'll just be up front if you need anything." Sophie nodded and restarted her music to drown out the rest of the world. She needed a little more time to herself this morning. She pressed the dumbbells over her head and felt the burning in her triceps as she pushed herself to keep going.

She finished the set and sat down her dumbbells on the bench and paused, looking at it. Everywhere she looked in the clinic reminded her of Richard. He had intended to mark his territory and it seemed that it had worked. All she could think about here was everywhere that Richard had taken her and how it felt when he was inside her. She hated how he had come here expecting her to just spread her legs for him and she hated it even more that she had. She had fought it ever since the first time she had been with Richard, but she craved the feeling of him stretching her out, the way he dominated her, the way he demeaned her. It awoke something in her and made her just lose control.

The music from her earbuds quieted and her phone announced that she had a text. She walked over and looked at her phone, expecting it to be from her husband. To her surprise though, it was from Hank. She had only texted him a little since the day she met him for drinks. He was, in so many ways, the opposite of Richard. She enjoyed his country accent and she found him charming in a way that put her at ease. He obviously wanted her, but he didn't act like he was entitled to her, that she was an object to possess.

"Hey, darling. I'm in town this weekend and wanted to know if you were interested in getting dinner with me on Friday night," his text read. She bit her lip as she thought about it. He had asked her to go up to his room the last time and she had been tempted even though she declined. If she asked James, she knew what his answer would be. Her interactions with the other men had put both of their sex drives into overdrive and James couldn't seem to get enough of her. Sophie had been more than open to his advances to meet her own cravings, letting James take her sometimes twice a day over the last week. Occasionally, her mind would drift to Richard or Hank while they were making love, leaving her feeling a little guilty.

She thought for a moment and then typed out her response to him, "Where are you taking me?" James would be more than happy for her to go and honestly.

"I think that you deserve a proper date. I was thinking La Mer," he answered her. La Mer was a French restaurant that was next to the Four Seasons downtown. She and James had never been, but she had heard incredible things. Sophie also wondered if the location next to one of the nicest hotels in the city was a coincidence.

"I've never been. How should I dress?" she asked him.

"Honey, they'd welcome you in if you wore a turnip sack. But a nice dress is more than appropriate," he told her. Some of the things he said were so ridiculous but so sincere that she couldn't help but enjoy them.

"Not sure I could pull that off, but I appreciate the compliment," she sent back.

"Sophie, I mean it when I say that I can't name a more stunning woman," he answered. She smiled, enjoying the compliment from the older man. He had told her all about his background and work but almost nothing about his personal life whenever they met for a drink. That part of his life remained a mystery to her. He didn't wear a wedding ring, or at least he hadn't worn one whenever he met her at a bar. Perhaps he had just taken it off to meet her. Thinking about him having a wife made her

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Hook writes Tue 11 Jun 2024 22:13:

Awesome novel! The slippery slope of a hotwife into total depravity? Or is there redemption for the marriage in some perveded climax? Great writing, man!

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