Pleasing The Wife

Vegas honeymoon, two hours in, and Marcus already misses his old life. Janet clocks the blackjack chips in his pocket and the smile drops off her face. Argument ripples through the suite until the knock on the door. Rilynn walks in rolling her table, clueless and sun-kissed. Marcus follows her with his eyes like a stray dog, tells Janet the massage will chill her out, then asks Rilynn if the “full treatment” is available. She shrugs, smiling, and his hand finds the back of her thigh before the door even clicks shut. Janet strips, sighs into the sheets. Marcus leaves to "take a call," and Rilynn begins the massage with fingers that sink into Janet’s shoulders. Under the table, Marcus palms the door latch like a kid sneaking dessert. He pads back in barefoot, unzips behind the oblivious masseuse, and slides inside her without a word. Rilynn gasps, covers the sound with a cough, and pumps lotion onto Janet’s back with the same hand gripping the edge of the table. Marcus thrusts, slow and greedy, watching his wife’s bare ass rise and fall with each dreamy exhale. Rilynn bites the inside of her wrist to stay quiet. A few feet away, Janet drifts deeper into sleep, none the wiser, while her new husband finishes raw inside the help.