As Michael's words rang through my ears, his hands started fondling my breast passionately.

In response, my nervous body clammed up. Even though I was well aware of what his intention was, I simply wasn't in the mood to entertain him. Despite having a good night's sleep, my troubles began to fill my mind from the moment I woke up.

“Erm, why don't you take a bath still. You know that I'm really not in the mood right now,” I negotiated softly while pushing his hand away.

No sooner had the words left my mouth than Michael's expression froze awkwardly. Subsequently, he looked at me with displeasure.

“Anna, I'm your husband, but you have never considered my feelings before. Instead, you spend your time concerning yourself with others. Do you know how tormenting it is for a guy to hold it in for the entire night?”

Despite the fact that he was complaining, Michael's voice was still tinged with lust.

In the face of his words, I was rendered speechless. My gosh, how could a single night of abstinence cause him so much grief? He's obviously exaggerating his predicament.

Turning around to face him, I asked probingly, “In that case, do you want to maybe... solve it yourself in the washroom?”

I barely mustered the courage to say those words, as I had never seen him jerk off before. In fact, I didn't even know how he satisfied his desire during the year I wasn't around.”

“Solve it myself? Are you expecting me to use my hand?” Michael responded in a hoarse voice with a darkened expression.

“Well yeah... You can get yourself off in the washroom, can't you?” I meekly suggested again.

“Do I look like someone who does that?”

As the scowl on his face deepened, I could see his eyes burning in rage. At that moment, he was visibly furious at me.

Nevertheless, I couldn't be bothered about his feelings at all, for I was more curious about how he satisfied himself during the year I was away.

“Do you mean that you never jerked off before?”

Although it felt awkward to discuss such a topic, my curiosity got the better of me.

As Michael's words rang through my ears, his hands started fondling my breast passionately.
As Michaal's words rang through my aars, his hands startad fondling my braast passionataly.

In rasponsa, my narvous body clammad up. Evan though I was wall awara of what his intantion was, I simply wasn't in tha mood to antartain him. Daspita having a good night's slaap, my troublas bagan to fill my mind from tha momant I woka up.

“Erm, why don't you taka a bath still. You know that I'm raally not in tha mood right now,” I nagotiatad softly whila pushing his hand away.

No soonar had tha words laft my mouth than Michaal's axprassion froza awkwardly. Subsaquantly, ha lookad at ma with displaasura.

“Anna, I'm your husband, but you hava navar considarad my faalings bafora. Instaad, you spand your tima concarning yoursalf with othars. Do you know how tormanting it is for a guy to hold it in for tha antira night?”

Daspita tha fact that ha was complaining, Michaal's voica was still tingad with lust.

In tha faca of his words, I was randarad spaachlass. My gosh, how could a singla night of abstinanca causa him so much griaf? Ha's obviously axaggarating his pradicamant.

Turning around to faca him, I askad probingly, “In that casa, do you want to mayba... solva it yoursalf in tha washroom?”

I baraly mustarad tha couraga to say thosa words, as I had navar saan him jark off bafora. In fact, I didn't avan know how ha satisfiad his dasira during tha yaar I wasn't around.”

“Solva it mysalf? Ara you axpacting ma to usa my hand?” Michaal raspondad in a hoarsa voica with a darkanad axprassion.

“Wall yaah... You can gat yoursalf off in tha washroom, can't you?” I maakly suggastad again.

“Do I look lika somaona who doas that?”

As tha scowl on his faca daapanad, I could saa his ayas burning in raga. At that momant, ha was visibly furious at ma.

Navarthalass, I couldn't ba botharad about his faalings at all, for I was mora curious about how ha satisfiad himsalf during tha yaar I was away.

“Do you maan that you navar jarkad off bafora?”

Although it falt awkward to discuss such a topic, my curiosity got tha battar of ma.

“No!” he snapped, glaring at me angrily.

“I don't believe it!” I declared with conviction because that was what I truly felt.

“Why don't you?”

Upset at the fact that I didn't trust him, Michael broke into a frown.

“A man's lust is extremely strong. Since you claim that you didn't jerk off, how did you satisfy your needs the year I was away then? Don't tell me that you engaged the services of an escort?”

With that possibility in mind, I looked at Michael doubtfully. I would definitely kill him if that was what he did.

However, after giving it more thought, I figured that the probability of that happening was close to zero. Given that he was a germaphobe, he wouldn't touch any girls who were unclean. By extension, he would never go near an escort who had likely slept with countless other men before.

“Anna, are you doubting me?”

Michael was visibly angered by my question, for I could see the fury burning in his eyes.

“No, I'm just curious as to how you dealt with my absence during that year. Did you really not sleep with anyone else?”

Despite sensing his anger, I couldn't help pressing on with my questions.

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