#lockedhusband

[clairehartpublishing1]

“Where are we going, Honey?” he asked, eyes wide.

She smiled at the mirror. Smoothed her skirt.

“Nowhere,” she said. “You’re staying home.”

He stared at her tights. Her heels. Her mouth. She didn't have to say it.

He knew.

She was going to her girlfriend.

And he? He’d stay locked. And imagine what it’s like to be touched like she gets to touch her.