Lustly(2)
Author: Jennifer Foor

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  p**n  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  p**n  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 double-d br**sts.

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?”

“Fine. I’m hungry. Can we stop somewhere?” My fourteen year-old loved me, somewhere deep inside, buried and locked away.

“Let’s get your sister first and then we’ll decide.”

Opal spotted the van as soon as I pulled up and walked toward it. I wiped my eyes one last time and waited to get reamed out by my fifteen year-old. “Mom, seriously? You said you’d be right back. Now I can’t play Saturday and it’s all your fault.”

I thought about the shin guards being on the table where I left them and then went back to the vision of my husband getting a blow-job by my neighbor, and I lost it.

Tears rolled down my eyes and I threw the van into park, letting my head fall on the steering wheel.

“Mom, are you okay?” Violet asked from the back seat.

“I got pulled over. He was so mean to me. He made me sit there while he checked to see if my plates were stolen. Apparently there was a robbery in town today and my vehicle matched the description,” I lied. The more I sobbed the more believable it was. After all, I was the boring soccer mom that never did anything wrong.

“Oh my God! Will it be on the news?” Of course Violet would think she could use an incident like that as a popularity advantage at her school.

“No. It was just me and the officer. After thirty minutes he let me go. It just scared me, that’s all.”

“I guess getting something to eat is off then,” Violet said from the back seat.

“Oh, can we, Mom? I’m hungry too. I couldn’t eat that chicken you made yesterday again. It was too spicy.”

I’d tried to make jerk chicken the night before. Instead I’d made the most spicy chicken that any of us had ever eaten. Though my husband and son devoured every bite, none of us girls could handle it. Since I refused to throw away good food, I washed it off and offered it again for dinner. They weren’t falling for it.

Since the last place I wanted to be was at home, I decided that stopping anywhere was a good idea. “We can stop. I can use a few minutes to calm down.”

Normally fast food places take forever. Of course, on this particular night you’d think the building was on fire. We had our food in less than two minutes and I had run out of reasons to stall going home.