i saw it glitter as i grew

Technically Frank hasn’t been cheating on Abby—technically they decided to make their marriage open—and technically Mel hasn’t done anything wrong.

He’d explained, in a rush the night he came to her house, and though his hands had been distracting her as they clung to her hips, and dipped inside her pajama bottoms, Mel had cataloged every rule, and boundary Abby had set forth, and was therefore relayed by Frank.

She didn’t want to mess this up, if it was the way she could have him, she’d take it.

They’d been skirting around each other for months after an ill timed, and very unplanned kiss—maybe more than a kiss—in his kitchen after Mel had helped him put the kids to bed and had late night pizza. And Frank had said some things that made Mel’s knees week—I want you so badly Mel—I think about you all the time—

She’s still not sure how she had the willpower to leave that night with the heat of his breath on her throat and the dizzying satisfaction of knowing he wanted her the same way she wanted him.

And now—

Now she has him, she’s allowed to have him like this—writhing beneath her as she works her way down his chest with hot little kisses.

So why does it still feel like they’re doing something wrong?

Mel thinks fleetingly, it’s probably because he’d murmured he loved her into her mouth after he finished devouring her cunt.

And she’d said it back, blabbered it, repeatedly between their wet kissing.

“Look at me baby,” Frank whispers when she reaches the spot she loves to be in, nestled between his legs with his cock bobbing before her.

She looks up and the sight of him—mouth open loosely, chin dimple glistening with their combined moisture—she knows he’s not lying. But she remembers the rule—

Abby’s rule.

It comes crashing back to her like a ton of bricks.

Sex is fine, but I’m his wife, it’s just sex, nothing more.

Mel had found that hard to believe or even understand, because she’s never wanted to have sex with anyone as just sex. There was so much more too it for her.

The connection, the feeling, the trust.

Everything she’s built with Frank over the last two years. How could it ever just be sex?

Apparently it could be for Abby.

Frank told her about what she got up to.

Meeting men and women that she’d never spent a second with out at a bars—bringing them home to fuck—only to never speak to them again.

Frank didn’t do that.

He just fucked Mel,

He promised it was only her.

And he did it so well.