Lustly(10)

I glanced over at the bedside table and made my way toward it. I’d been to toy parties with Kate, and she’d been very obvious about the things she liked to do with her men. Kate was a freak, and I suppose that’s what attracted my husband to her. When we’d have barbeques and drink wine, she’d go on and on about her experiences in the bedroom. Admittedly, I was just as interested to learn new things, as apparently my husband had been. I just wish he would have come to me to learn them.

Inside of the drawer were more toys than I could have fathomed. Beads, butt plugs, a miniature whip, and three different dildos. There was even one that plugged into the wall, which I could only imagine packed with a punch. I wanted to gag when I thought of her using the restraints to tie him up and sit on his face. She’d talked about it before, and my husband had asked me later on. Unfortunately, our daughter Opal was severely vomiting and the idea was forgotten about, so I thought.

Upon moving things around I’d turned on one of the devices. One by one I had to touch them to find out which it was. The idea of having something in my hand that had been inside of her vagina made me ill. Then I thought about Charlie and how many times he’d slept with me, and possibly her in the same day. Didn’t it bother her that he came home to me every night? Did it even occur to her that we still slept together?

Finally finding the vibrating device, I clicked the off button and closed the drawer, unable to stand another minute of being in the house. By the time I’d made it back to mine I’d already made the decision to go see Cybil. I had to find a way to get away from my husband, before I really did cut off his balls while he slept, and force fed them to Kate next door, rare, like she prefers her burgers.

After telling my son a big lie about a friend in need of a ride, I climbed into my mini-van feeling like the girls would be taken care of long enough for me to run out for a bit. They were all old enough to stay home alone anyway, so knowing they were together put my mind at ease.

As soon as I made it off of my road I started to cry again. I was driving to a woman’s home that I knew nothing about, except that she’d paid for me to have my hair and nails done. I owed her at least ten minutes to listen to whatever she had to say. Maybe she had a job that I’d be good at. I wouldn’t know until I heard her out.

I pulled up in front of two large black metal gates, and was instantly buzzed through. After driving down a long path of willow trees, I was faced with a tremendous house. I pulled around the circular driveway and climbed out of my vehicle. By the time I’d made it to the door it was opening. A female wearing normal clothes greeted me. “Have a seat in the parlor. Ms. Cybil will be right in.”

I looked down at the little sundress that I’d chosen to wear at the last minute, and wondered if she’d think it was lovely or hideous. Then, while still fidgeting, I glanced at the room. Cathedral ceilings framed in five layers of crown molding which was a beautiful display of how the rest of the house had been designed. Book shelves built into the whole far wall housed at least three hundred books in all sizes. Even the furniture, two chairs and a settee were decorated with the highest quality coordinating fabric.

The sound of someone clearly moaning caught my attention. I didn’t know whether to stay quiet or get up and walk around to make sure whoever it was wasn’t in any kind of trouble. My motherly instinct kicked in and I got up rushing around the corner in the house that I’d never been before.

Shock and embarrassment overwhelmed me when I trampled in front of two people clearly having sex on a large fur rug. The room was huge, with plush sofas and lavishing décor surrounding, but my eyes wouldn’t leave the couple.

The blonde, Ms. Cybil, was on her knees and her elbows. Her naked body posed for the man behind her. She’d clearly had some work done to look as good as she did. His hands were on her tiny hips and each moan was coming from his thrusting deep inside of her. She looked back at him, never seeing me standing there. Her face disheveled, like they’d been going at it for a long time. “Harder,” she ordered.




He smacked her on the ass so hard that even hearing it sounded painful.

I leaned against the wall, secretly spying on their hot encounter. I don’t know what made me keep watching. Perhaps it was the fact that I was shocked that someone her age could be with someone so young and handsome, and keep up. Maybe it was the fact that it made my sex life seem so mundane. Before I’d been aware of his cheating, we’d had sex at least once a week. In my opinion it seemed healthy. Once in a while, when all three kids weren’t home we’d take bubble baths, or I’d dress in something sexy.

Okay, that only happened once a year on our anniversary.

In my defense we just got used to being with each other. No matter what either of us tried it was always the same. I’d be on top, and then we’d flip. Once in a while he’d take me from behind. We’d had sex so many times with no foreplay. Hell, we’d had sex without ever kissing.

Who does that and feels satisfied afterwards?

Afterwards, he’d turn over and fall fast sleep, while the ache between my legs was so irritating that I’d have to bring myself to a climax to be able to relax.

I was pathetic.

Watching this older woman turn around and take it from the front, baring all of her assets to this younger man only reminded me of how miserable I’d been. Realizing that I was standing there spying on the couple, I ran back to the room and grabbed my purse. I wasn’t some sick voyeur. This was obviously a bad idea and she’d for sure not expected me to show up, contrary to what the woman at the door had addressed.