Watching My Husband With His Legal Assistant: My Husband's Legal Assistant, #1

By Dahlia Ryder

I never imagined that my husband would lust over another woman. Yet here I sit, watching in jealous agony as he satisfies his new paramour. The humiliation that they cause me to endure lights a fire between my thighs. My body aches for my husband more than ever as I watch him with his lover, yet he yearns only for her. He is much older than her, but their bodies intertwine as though they were created as one. Enthralled by his alluring new legal assistant, he won't acknowledge my presence again until I am needed for the clean up. My own needs won't be met until later on, when I have a moment alone to satisfy myself to fantasies of the scene that unfolds before me in this moment. This isn't about me... this is all about their pleasure. I am the silent observer.

 

My marriage is somewhat controversial in that I live to serve my husband, the successful corporate attorney Vince Miles. Nothing matters more to me than meeting his needs. But I am no longer enough to satisfy all of his desires. When my husband develops a strong attraction for the breathtaking new woman in his life, I do what any good wife would do... I comply as he plays with his new toy.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dahlia Ryder
• Release date: Mar 27, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215016077

Book preview

Chapter 1

I have always wanted to be a wife. I used to fantasize about the day that I would get to walk down the aisle, giving my life away to the needs of a strong, confident man. Fifteen years ago, I found exactly what I was looking for when I married the successful corporate attorney Vince Miles. We met when I was 18 and he was 30. I dropped out of college only a year later to take on the occupation of my dreams: Housewife. I wear the title like a badge of honor — Mrs. Ella Miles. Vince couldn’t keep his hands off of my slender young figure back in those days. Things are different now.

I wake up before the sun rises to ensure that things are ready for Vince. The empty sheets to my left are untouched — Vince sleeps in the guestroom on most nights now. Whenever I ask him about it, he just says that he sleeps better alone when work is busy. It is a believable excuse, but I know the real reason. I know that he has lost interest in me. The compliments are few and far between and we rarely make love anymore. From time to time he will fill the space next to me in bed. Those are the nights when his sexual desire is too strong to manage on his own. On those rare occasions, he will wake me in the middle of the night and take me in total darkness. I often wonder if he keeps the lights off in order to imagine that I am someone else.

I start my morning with a shower. As I lather the body-wash over my figure, I take note of the imperfections. I feel the stretch marks on my breasts and thighs, the loose skin and extra fat as I smooth the soap over my pale belly. At 5’8, I am 170 pounds. I’m not fat, but I do have extra weight and belly rolls that I could do without. Plus, I am taller than most women, which makes me feel like a big ogre. But mostly I am just average. I watch the suds trickle down my vulva, crawling over my long puffy labia, down my slim thighs, and onto my freshly pedicured feet. It’s no wonder my husband doesn’t even want to make love to me anymore — I am boring. I don’t mind being average... not really... but I know that my Vince deserves so much more than I have to offer. And I know he wishes I was that perky young  girl again, full of energy, passion, and sexual desire.

I head down to the kitchen and put Vince’s lunch together;