Lustly(8)
Author: Jennifer Foor

“I don’t talk business in public, dear. My address is on the back of the card. Come by tonight at nine p.m. Don’t be late. I take offense to tardiness.”

She pulled away before I could decline. So I did the same, convinced I’d never see her again.

Around seven p.m., after I’d cleaned up dinner, and made sure the kids were done with their homework and chores, I got a phone call from my neighbor, Kate. Seeing her number on the caller I.D. made me cringe. Then worry rushed over me that something could have happened to my husband, and even though I hated him, I’d need to know.

“Hello?”

“Lily, it’s me, Kate. Listen, I’m out of town this week and I thought I’d be home by now, but I’m going to need a few more days to get the job done.” The whole time she spoke I saw her blowing my husband as if it was a full-time job. Then I imagined her laying on top of him, naked, while she spoke to me. Silent tears fell down my cheeks. “Anyway, could you go over and feed the cat for me? I left him an extra litter box and plenty of food, but I just want to be sure he’s got enough for two more days.”

“Sure,” I whispered.

“Great. I need to run. See you in two days.”

I tossed my phone on the bed and fell beside it. The nerve they both had calling me while they were together. I felt sick to my stomach every second of every day and now I was supposed to feed her f**king cat.

I looked over at Samson lying on the floor and wondered if I could feed the cat to him. Would he eat it without leaving a trace? “Ever tasted cooked cat, boy?”

He turned his head and then put it back down on the floor.

Instead of killing an innocent animal, I slipped on some shoes and took the spare key to open her back door. Upon entering I spotted the cat and the food bowls. In the past, he barely ate when she was out of town, or at a hotel f**king my husband for all I knew.

After putting another bowl down for food, I looked around the kitchen that I’d been in a million times. I heard the saying curiosity killed the cat. At this point I didn’t give a shit about the cat’s life. I needed to get answers. I was burning to know how involved they were. Was it lust, was it a real relationship? How long had they been lovers?

The questions were killing me inside.

So, I did what every woman in my situation would have done. I walked myself up the stairs to her bedroom and started going through her things. Located in her top dresser drawer, exactly where I’d kept mine were all kinds of sexy outfits. Some still had the tags on them. I held them up to my body and began to bawl. She’d bought these for him, for my husband. I shoved them back in the drawer and closed it up then turned to face the bed. Unlike our king size, she had a queen. It was made perfectly without a single crease. I leaned down and ran my hand across the white goose down comforter and wondered how many times they f**ked there. Did he prefer this blanket over ours? Did he ever consider having a queen size bed with me?

More tears came, and I didn’t even care. How could he have been doing this to me; having a relationship with someone that I considered a friend? It takes two, but neither of them had stopped it. How could they do this and not worry about being caught, or what would happen if they were?

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.