Reyona’s Revenge

Reyona tamped down the revulsion in her as she said those words. She could feel bile in her throat as she closed her eyes tightly. Who could have believed that there would be a day on earth when she would feel her skin crawl at the thought of intimacy with her man? What did she know?

Theirs had never been a super passionate “get wet with just a look at you” kind of sex life, but they had a healthy sex life. He wanted her as much as she wanted him, and she could turn to him whenever she wanted to do it with the assurance that he would accommodate her and vice versa.

She remembered a saying that a man’s penis could be separated from his heart. She couldn’t remember where she heard the saying from, but she remembered that the person had said that a man could be having regular sex with a lady while, in his heart, he held someone else dear.

“It is just how they are wired; just because he is fucking you every day does not mean he loves you. You are just that. A fuck buddy.”

Reyona released the tension in her system that had infused her body after she told him that she wanted him. She doubted if he noticed anyway, as he had grown tensed as well.

The bastard.

She knew it had more to do with the news he just received than anything that had to do with remorse for his deceit. After all, he had been having fun with her all along while deceiving her. She was just that.

A fuck buddy with a legal title. Wife.

Initially, Reyona had thought out her plan, how she would relate to him until she was ready to let him out of her life, and finally, the way she had met him. With nothing.

She first thought that she wouldn’t let him touch her again, but then she reconsidered that, as she knew that would make him suspicious. She sure intended to let him know what he did to her, and when she was done with him, she would show him just who had bested him in his game, but not a moment sooner.

A moment sooner would not make her achieve what she wanted. Showing him that she was no fool. She was just an intelligent woman who gave her heart to the wrong man. Oh, he would rue the day he decided to deceive her.

But for now…

Her voice went buttery as she trailed her hands lightly on his chest through the pyjama top, then slowly reached for his button.

“I want to feel you. I know I have been busy in the past week and you have been occupied as well, but right now, baby, I just want to let go of sleep and feel my man.”

So, saying that, two buttons had come undone. She could feel his reluctance, but she was not about to take no for an answer. If she could swallow her disgust to do this, the least he could do would be to cooperate.

Reyona had no idea it would be this hard; when she first learned of his deception, she had been able to have intimacy with him without much reserve. When she discovered other things, things had cooled between them for a while, and he had not complained. Reyona knew it was because he was taking action elsewhere. She did extensive checkups and was glad to realise that he had not infected her with any disease.

Now that she had her plans underway, especially since the day she realised he would have left her if she had not foreseen his plan, doing intimate things with him had become more difficult for her, yet she knew that she had to keep up the pretence. This was a path she chose for herself, and she would walk it.

If he saw her as a fuck buddy, well, then she might as well be one, she thought. As she grabbed hold of his pyjama top and jerked it, the remnant buttons flew.

“Woah, woah,” Thomas said as he tried to hold her off. “What is happening, babe?”

“What do you mean?” She grinned up at him, then slowly trailed the tip of her tongue across his lips before saying against his mouth, “I just want my man so badly that I don’t want to be deterred by stupid buttons.”

Thomas gave a curt laugh as his body heated up when she moved sinuously against him. He had no idea what came over her, and his libido seemed to agree with her as he felt a swell in his groin. So much for not being able to get it up.

He thought as he wondered how he could even be aroused now with all he had on his mind. Well, there was no getting around this. He had to keep up a front with her anyway.

“Okay, then,” he said, holding her hand to lead her back to bed. He fleetingly thought of carrying her to bed-anything to get the ruse going-but then he dismissed the idea. He was in no mood for chivalry; he just wanted to get this over and done with. This was one of the perks she got for being married to him anyway.

Free access to his hot, toned body. He was amazed, though, when she held back.”What babe? Don’t you want to get it on again?” He asked with a lascivious smile as he wondered while she was holding back.

Oh, I will get it on, alright. On my term. Reyona thought as she smiled at him, “Of course, I want nothing more. I just want us to do it here. Right on the couch.”Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

A genuine surprise showed on Thomas’s face as he asked, “What? You are joking.”

“Of course not.” Reyona sidled over to the couch and she gestured to it like a salesman showing his display “We have a big ass couch right here; why not make use of it?”

“But we don’t… you know, we don’t do couch. We have a big bed right there for use,” he said, pointing in the direction of the room as he wondered if this was another ploy of hers regarding their pregnancy talks.

Had she found a surefire way of getting pregnant? A different positioning?

He felt a kick in his gut as he thought of the possibility that she might have stopped her contraceptives. She wouldn’t be that stupid, would she? Not after he had made himself clear on that topic.”Well, we do couch today. Don’t you think we should spice up our sexual lives too? Well, this is one hot way to do that,” she pouted. “You don’t want to deny me that, do you?”

“Of course not. It’s just…”

“It’s just nothing,” she said as she stood up and pushed him onto the couch.

She climbed over him.

She swooped on his mouth with a hot kiss as she thought, “Let’s see how you do it. Let’s see how well you separate your dick from your heart. I will learn from you, then I will do it better,” she said, angling her head and deepening the kiss while slowly rocking on him.

“Well, not so hard it seemed,” she thought as she realised that despite how much turmoil her emotions were in, she felt a stirring of passion.

She held on tightly to that and let go of all the feelings that wanted to dampen her ardour.

When he looked back on this day, she wanted him to know that she learned well; she wanted him to know that he was being a fool while he thought her to be one.

Two could play at that game.