Page 89 of The Wrong Husband

I finished my drink in one go and rose, feeling damn good.

"That's between you and her."

He pulled out a keycard and dropped it in front of me. "Go, fuck your wife, have a nice night. Whatever."

"Duncan, we're in Vegas, I'm sure you can find an escort to keep you busy."

Duncan ran a hand through his hair. "Haven’t been fucking escorts for the past couple of months."

I looked at him suspiciously, "Have you fallen in love or something?"

"Not all of us are pussies like you. I think I have a problem and…. Go the fuck away and let me drink in peace."

Duncan was usually in a bad mood, but this was extra bad. But I also knew he wasn't ready to talk. He'd already revealed too much.

I was whistling by the time I got to the suite. I stood outside for a long moment and put my game face on. I was supposed to be surprised by my wife and boy would I deliver in spades.

I opened the door and walked in. "Becky? You in here, doll?"

Silence.

The suite was lovely. A gorgeous bedroom with a view of the city bedrooms, a very large living room, a rooftop deck with a pool and a hot tub.

"Becky?" I pretended to check the rooftop deck and then walked around the kitchen.

I then pretended to make a phone call as I opened the fridge, pulled out a bottle of champagne, and found two glasses. "Doll, I'm in the suite. Where are you? I'm waiting in bed. Now hurry up and sit on my cock."

I took my time walking into the bedroom.

"Really? You want me to believe you're having any affair with a woman named Becky?" Emilia demanded.

She sat on the edge of the bed, wearing black satin lingerie. The bra lifted her tits up. The panties were small. The stockings came all the way to her thigh and the naked skin above the lace and below her panties was sexy as hell. She wore black heels with red soles.

"You went shopping," I filled the glasses with champagne. I handed her a glass and stepped back to watch her as I took a sip of the golden bubbles.

"I charged it to the room," she said sweetly.

"That Duncan is paying for."

She grimaced. "He can't keep a secret, can he?"

"Doesn't have the patience," I agreed.

"Now, baby why don't you slide up the bed and spread your thighs for me? Don't worry about being too vulgar."

She did as I asked and leaned against the headboard. Her legs parted and my dick that was already hard managed to swell some more. My wife was a wet dream wrapped in lacy lingerie.

She took a sip of the champagne and then whispered, "Oops," as she spilled some over herself, the liquid flowing down her cleavage to her stomach and then her panties.

I left my glass of champagne on the bedside table and leaned down to kiss Emilia.

"You taste like Dom Perignon, darling."

"Very expensive," she agreed on a giggle.

I licked down her body and when I got to her panties I pulled them down. Once I removed them, I picked up my glass of champagne and drank some more.

Our sex life had only gotten hotter in the past months. We played a lot. She made my life fun. My life used to be all about work and being an Archer; but now it was about living. I took vacations. I slept in. I didn't work late or on weekends. I went on walks and hikes with Em and Moana. I went bicycling across the Golden Gate Bridge. I had greasy Chinese food in a hole in the wall in China Town. I lived with my gorgeous wife on the wrong end of Market Street. My life was unrecognizable and better for it.