I gulped, she was right. I've been resisting it. And I'm still trying to, but something seems wrong. My heart and body wouldn't follow my mind.
Her hand settled on my nape and she gently tugged my head down, her eyes locked on mine as our lips collided.
She'd initiated a kiss before, a couple of times and I've broken it before it even began but this time, I was helpless, why?
Was it because I've not had sex for five months? But I'm not an addict. I could go just fine without sex for years. I have a strong self-discipline.
My lips devored hers in a hungry, desperate kiss. There was nothing passionate about this. I was hot all over, desperate to fuck her. It was a feeling I've never had before.
I could tell I wasn't thinking with my brain, but couldn't break free.
I lifted her and slammed her against the vanity. She gasped in shock, maybe at my savagery. With a rough tug, the tearing sound of thin fabric filled the air.
"Liam, please be gentle," I heard her plead but I couldn't. Instead, I went harder on her, pressing her boob like I was angry.
Yes, I was. Something was wrong with me, it was making me break my morals as a married man...in my wife's room! Yes, I was very angry, fueled by my aching head and throbbing manhood.
"Open up!" I was stunned by the animalistic growl that escaped my throat. I almost didn't believe that was me.
She instantly did, her face flushed, her chest heaving, surrendering herself to me. I opened my zipper and pulled out my rod, closing the gap between us, but just as I was about to enter her, Jessica's disappointed face popped in my mind.
I groaned, my teeth clenched as a bit of sanity found its way into my head. I pulled back but Zoey pulled me forward, her legs wrapped around my waist.
"Don't stop, please," she pleaded. Desperation clouded her gaze as her fingers roamed expertly around my chest, fumbling with the buttons on my shirt. "Fuck me like you used to, please, Liam. I've missed you all these years."
I bit the inside of my mouth. My lust and morals battling inside my head, intensifying my migraines. Even my throbbing cock wasn't helping matters.
"This is not right," I finally found my voice. "I'm married, Zoey."
"Not for long. You'll divorce her. You're mine, Liam, only mine." She slammed her lips onto mine again, kissing me with great urgency as she hastily unbuckled my belt, pulling on my waist band.
My lust surged, but my morals fought harder.
'How would you face Jessica? She's done nothing wrong by marrying you. She's your lawfully wedded wife, Liam. You're in the wrong if you break your marriage vows...'
'Men cheat, others do it, there's no big deal. Moreover, you have the perfect body in your hands. What's holding you back from fucking the woman you love? Thirty minutes, you're done, and you'll be rewarded with the best sex experience of your life. Jessica won't know if you don't tell her. You can buy your conscience by gifting her a house, a car, or better still fuck her to stupor. After all, you've not touched her for so long. Jessica will be happy to have your cock inside her!'
'Marriage bond is sacred, Liam. If the tables turn, if Jessica cheats on you, will you forgive her? Will you accept a car, a house, or an apology sex from her?'
The voices in my head grew louder, and suddenly, I found my strength and abruptly stopped to see that my cock was already touching Zoey's dripping core. Just a slight movement and I'd be inside her.
"Sorry, Zoey, I can't." I pulled away from her with resolve and yanked my trousers up my waist, fixing myself as I hurried out of the room, like one being chased.
Zoey dashed after me, her pleading voice growing with tears, but I didn't look back. I might not be able to hold myself back if I don't leave now.
The faster I walked, the harder my lust grew. It felt like if I didn't have sex this minute, I would explode. I bit my lip to maintain my sanity and not go back to Zoey. Just a few more steps, I'll be with Jessica.
Endure a little bit more, monster, you'll pound the right person soon enough, I had a mental conversation with my throbbing rod. It was furious and restless.
I barged into the guestroom, hoping to find Jessica either reading, sleeping, or on her phone, but the empty room mocked my predicament.
She must be in the shower. I strode forward. The closer I got to the bathroom, the deeper my frown. There was no sound of running water. I pushed the door open and the bathroom was dry, no drop of water on the floor.
I pulled out my phone from my pocket and dialed her number, maybe she'd gone shopping, but her number was not reachable.
Mr. John's words suddenly rang in my ears and my eyes widened. Was it true that Jessica wants to divorce me?
I shook my head, it's impossible.
Even as my mind was struggling to reconcile with Jessica's absence, my lust didn't diminish at all. I was still craving sex. That was when it hit me...
Could I have been drugged? Yet, I hadn't taken anything since returning to the country. The first place I entered was my house.
Memories flooded back. I recalled entering Zoey's room, noticing an unusual scent – sweet, pungent and unfamiliar. It was different from her usual sweet and floral scent...then it clicked. My urge for sex grew after smelling that scent, accompanied by Zoey's evasive behavior.
"Fuck!" I cursed. I've been manipulated.
My fists clenched, rage surging inside of me, threatening to consume me. I needed to get this aphrodisiac out of my system.
Immediately, I filled the bathtub with cold water and waited impatiently to get it to fill the bath. In the meantime, I jerked off, hoping it would help, but it didn't.
Even submerging myself in water proved abortive. I was frustrated, my chest vibrated with anger. Zoey has overstepped her boundaries this time. It was unforgivable. I got out of the bathroom and called Dr. Lee.
In no time, he was beside me, in the guest room. He sedated me and after some time, my sex-filled mind began to clear. I could finally think outside of sex.
"You've never had this episode before. How did you end up like this?" he asked.
I ignored him and sat up, my mind refocusing on my missing wife.
"Liam, you're not taking your health seriously. I told you to come for a brain scan but you refused. This could be more than migraines, it could be cancer!"
"Shut up, Lee." My head throbbed from his yell. My struggles from a while back had triggered severe headaches. It was mainly due to not giving in to the effect of the aphrodisiac and nothing more, I convinced myself.
Dr. Lee sighed, "You and your wife are so irresponsible. You don't care about your health at all. She lost her pregnancy without even knowing she was five months pregnant, and you..."