Keenan

This woman had the worst ideas that I could think of and to her they sounded fine. To anyone else that was in my position would have thought that she had the right idea. I should have been happy that she was being so logical about it all. This was a marriage for Ronald’s influence after all. Influence which was already helping me immensely in my goal of becoming more like him.

But now I wanted more from her. I don’t know when I knew for sure, but I know now. I wanted her in all ways, not just the ideas that she was laying out so pragmatically.

“What do you mean that is not okay? It is going to have to be okay Keenan, because that is the way it is.”

“I will not tolerate infidelity in my marriage.”

She laughed at me and it wasn’t because I was trying to be funny. “Where were you Friday?”

“What?”

“Exactly. I know what you were doing. You aren’t the only one who knows people. We are in the same circles, remember?”

I was speechless and I was actually surprised that she wasn’t more upset. I would have been if I would have seen or heard of her with anyone else. Why was she being so calm about it all?

“Like I said Keenan, I am going to live my life and you can live yours. So keep it to just rumors and secrets. I don’t want to see pictures of you and someone else in a magazine. I won’t stand for that.”

She was so serious and it was all slipping away before my very eyes. What was I supposed to say to that? How was I supposed to respond to such a thing?

“I am not going to go outside of our marriage.”

“Again?”

I gritted my teeth. “I will not go out of our marriage again Gemma. We are married, for real, whatever the circumstances were in the beginning. We are attracted to each other. Why shouldn’t we make a real go of it and see what happens?”

“I can think of many reasons why we shouldn’t.”

“So you don’t like me?”

She cocked her head to one side and I was sure she was trying to figure that one out for herself. It wasn’t that hard of a question and I was going to answer it for her if she couldn’t.

“I don’t feel anything romantically for you at all Keenan. That is just facts and there is no need to talk on this further. You wanted a business relationship, not a wife.”

I don’t know what got into me, but between her blatant lie and the memories of Travis’ hands on her, I didn’t want to let her go on thinking that for another moment, if that was in fact what she thought she felt. Gemma was going to be mine and the quicker she came to grips with that, the better off we would all be. It was as if I knew her better than she knew herself. Or she just refused to see it.

So I pulled her down to the bed with me and pressed my lips against hers. She didn’t kiss me back for a time, but I wasn’t going to let that bother me. Her soft curves were pressed up against my hard chest and I groaned with the feel of her lips parting for my tongue. She was giving in, no matter how much she wanted to deny me and herself, it was clear from our kiss that she couldn’t say no to me forever.

I rolled her over so I could get on top of her. I knew exactly what it was that she needed and soon I had her right where I wanted her, pinned underneath me, gasping as I pressed my hard length against her core. I wanted her to know what she did to me. I wasn’t going to pretend that I wasn’t into her. I had been since I met her on our wedding day. This was my wife and the days I had waited to have her beneath me was too many to count.

My hands moved to her large swell of breasts and I tweaked the soft, pink nipples, delighting in the gasp that she gave me as she wasn’t prepared for it and the tightening that resulted in my touch. Everything was going as I knew it would. I knew that all I had to do was get my hands on her and I was going to be able to take what was now mine.

As I moved lower with my touch, my mouth moved in that direction as well and when I reached the apex between her legs, she shut them suddenly and made a whimpering sound. She pushed me back and I was over her, breathing hard with need.

“What’s the matter?” How was she stopping me when I was so close? Didn’t she know what I could do for her?

“I can’t Keenan. This isn’t right, but you made your point. I am attracted to you. It doesn’t do me any good though. I told you I am waiting for the right one and I meant it.”

She added more pressure to my chest to make me get all the way off of her. I was raging hard and looking at her as if she may have well lost her mind. I didn’t want to stop. No part of me did and I don’t think I have ever been told no before. Not like this, certainly not.

Sitting back on the other side of the bed, I ran my fingers through my hair and tried to understand what it was that was happening. Did she really just tell me no?

“Come on Gemma. I can make you feel so good.”

She shook her head and stood up. She acted like she needed some space in between us and I didn’t blame her. I had felt the exact same way before as well.

“That is the problem.”

I didn’t get her, but I didn’t have a chance to. She mumbled something under her breath about going out and being back in a little while. I wasn’t sure where she was going, but I was almost positive that she was leaving to clear her mind and I knew I was the one fogging it up. I wasn’t going to apologize for it. I shouldn’t have to. Why was it so wrong to want my own wife?

***

The meeting was running behind schedule and I was due to meet Ronald in twenty minutes across town. I told the speaker that she needed to wrap it up and that got a few surprised tones from around the table. I was usually the one that wanted to iron everything out in these things, but I didn’t seem able to keep my mind very focused. I was far too worried about what was going on with Gemma and what was going to happen when she came home tonight. I’d flown out of the festival again Sunday morning, leaving her there to take the trip back on her own.

I checked my phone again and I was exasperated that she hadn’t called me back. My mind went to Travis and many other young men like him that were dying to take her to bed. Hell, I was dying to as well.

Finally I stood up and told everyone that I had to leave. “We can wrap this up on Monday. It is late and Sunday. Let’s get home to our families.”

Rick was in attendance. His company was going to do some re-hauling of a couple of our companies that were about to be sold. I wanted some good numbers to have for the sell meeting so I could bump up the cost some.

“I don’t think I have ever heard you say that. Dare I say that married life is getting better?”

I shrugged and though we were friends, I still wasn’t capable of stating how I felt to him or anyone else for that matter. I didn’t even know what I felt about anything myself. What I did know was that Gemma had my head all cockeyed and I wasn’t sure if it was going to get better or worse.

“I don’t know about that.”

“Well you seem happier. I bet she is a wildcat in bed. She just has those fuck-me eyes, don’t you think? Nice round ass, big tits, long legs to wrap around you, yeah I bet that is what is making you smile like you are. You look like an idiot that is whipped Keenan.”

This was how we talked or how we used to talk. I was used to talking about all parts of a woman and bedroom behavior with my old friend, but this was different. This was Gemma we were talking about and I just wasn’t going to stand for it. My teeth gritted with his description of my wife, no matter how correct it was.

When I didn’t answer him right away, he just kind of chuckled at me. “I think I would be keeping her all to myself as well. She is a very beautiful woman Keenan. You are a very lucky man.”

That I would agree with, but now I was even quicker to get home to see her. She was a gorgeous woman and I felt like if I didn’t make her mine in all ways soon, I was going to lose her to another man. While I had the piece of paper for commitment, I knew that she didn’t love me. Not like I wanted her to. That would come later. I just had to get my hands on her first. Then she would feel for me what I felt for her and then she would understand that whatever this was between us, it was real. It wasn’t traditional by any stretch of the imagination, but it was the realest thing I had ever had and I wasn’t going to let her go.

“You have your own at home Rick, don’t forget that.”

“Oh I couldn’t if I wanted to, trust me. It is good to see a new light in your eyes friend. You will see that life is better when you are married to the right woman. I found mine and I am glad to see that you have found yours.”

I wasn’t quite there yet, but I knew that I wanted to get home more than I ever have before. I knew that my wife played on my mind night and day and I was confused for most of the marriage so far. That was all I knew and even though there was no reason for me to feel so sure of what we had, I was or at least there was a hope so strong inside of me that I was projecting it all.

I left Rick behind at the meeting and thought about Gemma on the way to my next appointment. I planned to have that wrapped up quickly as well. Gemma should be back home when I got there and I was wishing she would be up for a night out. I had spent the last two nights in her world and I thought it was time for her to experience mine a little. I wanted to wine and dine her, maybe with a little too much of the former so that she wouldn’t be so quick to tell me no. Her body wanted it. I just had to get her mind up to speed. That was all it was and I had confidence that I could make her see things my way. I just needed a little time to get it done was all.

Calling her for the umpteenth time today, she still didn’t answer me. I started to worry that something had happened to her. When I got home, her car was in the driveway though, so I relaxed and went in to find her.

I called her name when I got in and after not hearing her answer, I made my way upstairs to see if she was in her room. I stopped at the door and pushed it in slightly, instead of knocking.

Gemma was sleeping in her bed and I could tell that she wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothes. Her leg was cocked up to one side and she had her face covered. The sheet ran down her lower back and scooped to cover most of her thigh. Her creamy white skin was so touchable I had to stop the driving need to touch her that came over me. 

Damn my wife was hot and I wanted to be in that bed snuggled up to her.