The Mysterious Revenge Wife

Rash decisions were, after all, seeds of mistakes. Rebecca never intended for their relationship to go this far, but after that morning, when they agreed to exchange numbers, she asked the man to meet her again.

The man, on the other hand, didn't even hesitate and decided to meet with her the weekend after they met.

That one time happened again and again and again until Rebecca found herself having a bed partner in the face of the man.

While Rebecca let herself drown in her thoughts in the bathroom, the man suddenly knocked from outside. She listened and heard the man shouting, "You still alive in there?"

Rebecca laughed bitterly, then turned off the water and shouted back, "I'll come out in a minute!"

...

Rebecca immediately saw the man sitting on the couch, smoking a cigarette as she entered the living room.

He looked so serious, looking as though he had been waiting for her to come out and take a seat. Once she did, the man leaned closer and caressed her cheek.

'He smells like cigarettes,' was Rebecca's last thought before the man took her lips in a not-so-gentle kiss. As their kiss deepened, the man grabbed and squeezed Rebecca's right breast through her robe, causing her to break their kiss with her surprised gasp.

As if unsatisfied, the man took out her right breast, squeezed it, and planted kisses on it.

Because of that, Rebecca could only let out a long groan. Her breathing accelerated more when the man started teasing her nipple next, prompting her to slide her fingers into his hair and push his head to her breast.

"Don't stop!" Rebecca protested when the man stopped but gasped, moaned, and writhed again when the man adjusted their position to have better access to Rebecca's left breast this time.

Fast as a flash, Rebecca pushed the man onto the couch and sat on top of him, her legs spread wide open on either side of his closed legs. She tried to keep afloat to avoid pressing on his cock through his robe, but the man pulled her waist and pressed her most sensitive and wet part to him.

With that, pleasure shot through Rebecca's body. She didn't care if it would hurt, but she pulled the man's hair and initiated a deep kiss while her waist swayed with the rhythm the man had set.

The man teased Rebecca's tongue out, licked, and played with it before nipping at her bottom lip, which made Rebecca tremble in pleasure.

"Stop teasing me!"

Rebecca knew she was starting to sound desperate, but she didn't care. All she wanted was for him to put his big throbbing thing inside her, but he kept playing with her. So when he gripped Rebecca's waist harder, pressing his aching cock harder on her clothed body, she gritted her teeth and pleaded, "Please… Mmmm. Put it in!"

Rebecca felt the man smile when he kissed her exposed neck before lifting her and laying her spread wide on the sofa.

After untying his robe and revealing all his maleness for her eyes to see, the man slammed his cock inside her.

As soon as he did that, Rebecca's back bowed as he thrust in and out of her.

"Tell me what you want," the man groaned as he pushed deeper inside her to get better access to her lips.

"Tell me!" he demanded again, pulling his cock halfway from her pussy and then banging it back in her.

Rebecca gasped and grabbed at the man's shoulders. "Faster!" she managed to groan out. "I want you to go faster! Please!"

...

The smell of food woke Rebecca up the following day. Sluggish with her night activity with the man, she slowly got down from the bed and looked for him. After looking around, she found him preparing another set of food on the dining table — no doubt it was something he had ordered from the hotel restaurant.

"Good morning!" he greeted.

Rebecca thought the man must have woken up early because he looked even more refreshed. He was wearing a striped polo shirt and black slacks, paired with black leather shoes, and his hair, almost always mused when they were together, looked unusually styled this morning.

Rebecca had noticed it before, but the man didn't seem to be an ordinary man. He spoke of class and wealth. And although she couldn't confirm it, the clothes he was wearing looked to be custom-made for his build and physique.

Rebecca might not be well-off, but she had met many people just like him in her line of business to know that the man was no ordinary man.

"Morning," Rebecca mumbled while she watched him.

"Breakfast?" he invited.

"Yes, please," Rebecca said excitedly. She was famished, and her stomach grumbled in agreement.

Rebecca sat across from him and started eating, her eyes glued to her phone. She was sending a message to Sophia when her mobile phone suddenly disappeared from her sight.

When Rebecca looked up, she saw that the man had snatched her phone away.

"I was just –"

The man didn't bother to hear Rebecca out and insisted, "No phones while you're eating."

...

Before leaving, Rebecca grabbed the man's arm and pushed the room card into his palm. "I'm giving it back," Rebecca said when the man looked at him in question.

However, the man only stared at the room card for a full minute before looking back at Rebecca.

"Keep it. I reserved the room for three months," he answered when Rebecca looked at him in question. "You can use it anytime."

"Three months?" Rebecca repeated, surprised that the man would go so far as to reserve this expensive room for their little rendezvous. "I didn't realize we agreed to a three-month relationship. Isn't that a little too long?"

"Long?" The man quirked an eyebrow, his lips curling in a smirk. "You must have had quite a few relationships in the past. How many have you had?"

"N–No. I only meant…." Rebecca couldn't see her face, but she was sure she was as red as an apple. She was no player, and it was her first time proposing a one-night stand with the man in front of her. She wanted to explain herself but stopped herself from doing so.