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excuse everything he did.
    “You’re meeting up with someone today, aren’t you?”
    Jake looked at her. Then he sighed. “I don’t have to explain myself to you,” he said. “I work hard. I provide you with this home, with all the money you love so much, and in return I expect to be allowed to live my life the way I choose.”
    “I’m not asking you to explain yourself,” she said.
    “Yes you are.”
    “I just want to know what the hell is going on,” she said. “Where do I stand? Who am I married to?”
    “You know who you’re married to.”
    She started crying. She wasn’t doing it for sympathy, she didn’t want attention, she was just overcome with the feeling of helplessness that she always felt when she had to face Jake like this. He held all the cards. He had all the power in the relationship. She had nothing.
    “You’re meeting up with a couple, aren’t you?”
    He looked up at her then, his eyes flashing with a mixture of embarrassment, anger and denial. He hadn’t realized she knew so much about what he was into.
    “Don’t tell me you aren’t,” she said. “I know what it is. I know what hotwifing is.”
    Jake shook his head. “You’re crazy,” he said.
    “Jake, please. I’m not crazy. I’m your wife. We can talk about these things.”
    “There’s nothing to talk about,” Jake said. “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”
    Zola sat on the bed. She could see that it was no good, there was no point arguing with him over this. He was steeped in so much denial, so much untruth, that she wouldn’t get anywhere. All she’d done was made an already unbearable situation even worse.
    He was standing there in front of her, completely naked, and amazingly his penis was still as erect as it had been when she’d walked in on him. She knew she was being weak, she knew she was playing the part of the submissive, abused, dominated wife, but she couldn’t help it. She wanted to reach out to him. She wanted to bring him back to her. She needed him. She needed him to feel safe and secure in her world. She felt like she was adrift on the ocean, all alone.
    She pulled her dress up over her head. She was wearing a beautiful, purple lace bra and matching panties and she knew she was a sexual, sensual, beautiful woman. She’d known that all her life. At least she thought she knew that. She’d never had problems with self-confidence but this situation with Jake was beginning to take it’s toll. Why doesn’t he ever want me ? she asked herself. It seemed, the only time he was interested in her was when his stupid friends came over.
    She got up onto the bed and crawled across it toward him. He watched her coming. She didn’t look up at his face. She was afraid that if she did she would only see disdain.
    She reached the side of the bed. He was standing right in front of her. Without looking up at him she took his erect penis in her hand and stroked it, gently. Then she bent down over it and kissed the tip. It was an intimate and affectionate gesture and she knew that Jake didn’t deserve intimacy or affection from her. She knew that she was worth more that this, that she deserved more, she knew she was lowering herself, making herself worth less than him, but she felt so powerless.
    She looked up at him. His face was blank but at least it was calm. His eyes were closed. She opened her mouth and took the length of his cock deep into the back of her throat. She moved her head back and forth slowly, allowing the head of his cock to slide against the softness of her throat. She wanted him to come. She wanted him to feel attached to her in some way.
    She licked the underside of his shaft and allowed it to slide back and forth in her throat until she could hear his breathing change. His cock was rock hard. It throbbed with a muscular pulse and she knew he was ready to come. She took it out of her mouth and looked up at him.
    “Jake,” she said quietly. She could not have felt more