Lustly(2)

I unlatched the privacy fence that led to the back yard, refastened it so our Saint Bernard Samson wouldn’t escape, and entered in through the sunroom. As always the house was quiet. I knew my husband was home, since I’d spotted his car, and heard the water running as I made it up the steps toward the bedrooms.

I think at first I thought it was the television. Men like to watch dirty flicks when the wife and children weren’t around. We were not saints after all. Obviously we’ve all relished in some sort of taboo lifestyle, at least at a distance.

I had little bullet vibrators in my drawer and lotions that are supposed to make my man last longer. We’d messed around with role play and laughed about it each time. Porn just wasn’t a big deal to me.

After grabbing the shin guards and standing in the foyer listening, I started to feel horny. The kids weren’t home and he was definitely looking for some stress relief.

Out of all the times where the kids came before my husband I figured five more minutes couldn’t hurt. I’d tell her I couldn’t find them, or that I’d gotten pulled over to make her feel bad for me rushing.

Don’t judge, everyone does it.

So anyway, I sat the shin guards down on the hall table and crept into the room to catch my husband watching porn while showering. I even giggled thinking about the day he’d offered to put a television on the bathroom counter, claiming we could listen and watch the news while crapping or taking a bath.

After opening the double doors to the master suite, I crept near the bathroom door and froze. Clearly there was a man and woman talking, but the man’s voice wasn’t coming from the television. I laughed again, imagining him in the shower, with the glass doors open talking to the porn woman on the television, as if she was getting him off instead of his own hand. I cracked open the door to scare him, and got way more than an eyeful. Not only was my husband indisposed, but through the glass shower walls I spotted my next door neighbor on her knees in front of him, with a mouth full of his cock. She was steadily sucking him off while gagging from taking his full shaft as deep as possible.

Utter shock.

Betrayal.

Anger.

Hurt.

Humiliation.

You name it, and I was feeling it.

In those few moments I lost track of time. The room began to spin and I was positive that my late lunch was going to show back up at any second.

I just couldn’t stop looking. His hands pressed against that fogged up glass. The moans were coming from both of them.

“Yeah, you know how I like it, Kate. Ahhh, you’re the best, baby. Make me cum. Take that load for Daddy.”

For Daddy? Really? If he talked to me like that I would have bit off the damn thing.

I watch a lot of television shows. Ever since that damn DVR thingy was invented I recorded all sorts of crap to bide my time while I worked around the house. After sixteen years of raising children for a living, taking care of a house had gotten easy. My favorite kind of shows were the police ones, where they basically show you how not to get caught when committing a crime.

My mind went to two things simultaneously as I stood there flabbergasted at what I was witnessing.

How to kill them both before soccer practice was over.

How much acid can you buy without the officials getting notified?



The water shut off, causing me to lose my footing and fall back on the plush carpet in the bedroom. I panicked, rushing out of the room and back out the door before they knew I’d been there. With shaky hands I backed out of the driveway and rushed down the road, turning the corner before I considered stopping.

That’s when I lost it, right there on the road adjacent to mine. Through narrow hedges I could still see my house. I watched, with tear-filled eyes for twenty more minutes until Kate came walking out my back gate with wet hair. I covered my face with my hands and couldn’t control my emotions any longer. I was utterly and completely devastated.

How could he do that to me, to our family, to our life? What had I done wrong? Did I not give him what he needed?

Her moans kept ringing through my ears and the way he told her she was so good. In all honestly I would have been okay if a random carjacker would have walked up and shot me in the head to take my van and my purse. Unfortunately we live in a very nice neighborhood where crimes like that have never happened before.

At six thirty—two my cell phone started to ring in my purse. I wiped off my tears, even though I knew the person on the other end couldn’t see me, and then answered.

“Hello?”

“Mom. It’s me. Can you pick me up from school, or do you want me to call dad?”

The mere mention of him made my skin crawl. I wondered how I could go from loving someone so completely to hating them with a passion that only murder could fix.

Knowing I was in no shape or form to face any of the kids, I remained calm. “You should call dad. I’m sure he’s not doing anything important.” If there was some kind of sarcasm in my voice my son wouldn’t have noticed. All that ever caught his attention were cheerleaders named Sam with doubled breasts.

After ending the call I watched the house and saw my husband heading for his car in the driveway. Since I obviously didn’t want anything to do with the man, until I could rationalize with what to do, I pulled away and headed to the field.

Violet ran over to the van and climbed in the back without even looking at me. It was amazing that I could have been a stranger and she wouldn’t have even noticed. I conjured up my normal voice enough to speak to her. “How was practice?”