The perfect wife

I lay awake long after Ayla had fallen asleep, curled up on her side, facing me. This time she’d accepted it quietly when I’d pulled back after sex to sleep. I could still feel her warmth, smell her sweet scent, sense her closeness, and briefly, I considered pulling her toward me. Instead I stared up into the dark. Ayla surprised me again today, in more regards than one. She was stubborn and kind. She stood up for herself without being bitchy.

And the sex… that had caught me completely off guard. I’d expected her to avoid the physical aspect of our marriage as long as possible until I eventually approached her because my desire couldn’t be suppressed anymore. I didn’t want to cheat, and I wouldn’t. The mess with Maya … it had ruined everything. I didn’t want something like that to happen again and it wouldn’t.

I would not allow it.

I didn’t know Ayla, and she didn’t know me, but in bed, we worked well together. When she’d finally come for the first time, it was the sweetest triumph