"What kind of stupid question is that? You're really attractive. That good-for-nothing nephew of mine is an idiot for ignoring you," I spoke, trying to sound like a supportive uncle.
"Then why?" She leaned on the table, her eyes searching for answers.
The pain she felt from being treated this way by her own husband was visible in her actions.
"Did you discuss this with him?" I asked, realizing at the last second that it was too easy for me to just fuck her. I had experienced a lot already, and to be honest, normal sex was no just too boring.
For me, it was about the anticipation before the main event – the build-up.
And in this moment, I had the perfect opportunity. No need for manipulation, just pure, raw emotions.
"I—I did," she sat back on the sofa. "He said that he was busy with work," she added.
'Busy with work?' I chuckled to myself.
