Chapter 8

That was when I suddenly realized what was so strange about her lover, what I hadn’t been able to place just a few moments before. His hand was on Jackie’s face as they kissed and made out. His fingers were long and delicate and his nails shone as if they had a clear polish on them. So were the toenails. Those legs, so long and muscular, were shaved. As Jackie rolled over on top I could see breasts; not only hers, but also her lover’s. As Jackie began licking her way down her lover’s body, I could see her face. Delaney’s face, eyes screwed up in pleasure as Jackie’s talented mouth worked its magic on her dark, erect nipples, her washboard abs, and then her red-furred pussy.

My wife was fucking the girl I had cheated on her with, and she was doing a hell of a job. Delaney, red hair damp and tousled, spread her legs as far apart as she possibly could as Jackie descended between them. She used her fingers to spread Delaney’s lips wide and then she began eagerly working on her clit and inner lips.

Delaney gasped and opened her eyes wide in pleasure, and that’s when she spotted me. She, at least, wasn’t expecting me because she stifled a yelp and quickly clapped her hands over her breasts and tried to close her legs. As ridiculous as it seems, the girl I had fucked on that very bed just four weeks before, the girl whose pussy I had just been watching my wife lick, was trying to hide her tits from me. Jackie paused and looked up, then turned around and looked at me.

“Honey,” she said, “this isn’t a peep show. The couch is all made up for you downstairs. We’ll talk in the morning.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I was being dismissed! She expected me to go sleep downstairs while she continued fucking Delaney up here in our bed! What the fuck was this? Didn’t I get a say in anything?

I took a half step forward, and Delaney started to scramble up. Jackie pinned her down, though, and just kept looking at me. She was half-smiling, and she quirked her eyebrow up as if to ask what it was I thought I was going to do. And that was actually a pretty good question. What the hell was I going to do?

I certainly wasn’t going to hit anybody. I’d never hit a woman before in my life, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to start now. Besides, Delaney could probably knock me on my ass if she wanted.

I could yell, like Jackie had done when she walked in on Delaney and me, but that time Delaney had scrambled up and gotten dressed and left. I had a sneaking suspicion that she would be sticking around this time. Besides, down deep I still felt incredibly guilty about what I had done and how I had hurt Jackie. Maybe I somehow felt like I deserved this?

In any event, I took a step back, paused to take a last look at them, then turned and left. If they didn’t want me around, fuck them. Fuck both of them.

The next hour was surrealistic. I went into the living room and stared at the couch for a moment, then wandered around in the kitchen for a while. Every once in a while it would hit me – here I was, doing some mundane thing like foraging for food or making myself a sandwich or cleaning my plates, while my wife was upstairs in bed having sex with a teenage girl.

I thought about leaving, just getting out, but then I’d get angry all over again. This was my house just as much as it was hers! I wasn’t going to be chased out into the January night and spend money I didn’t have on a hotel room. I’d gotten friendly with some of my fellow teachers, but certainly not enough to call them up in the middle of the night and ask if I could come over and stay with them. No, I belonged here, dammit, and I was going to stay here!

It was worse when I finally went in and lay down to get some sleep. Even though they had closed the bedroom door, the living room was directly under our bedroom. The hot air vents went directly between the two rooms. I could clearly hear them. Delaney tried to keep quiet for a while, I guess, but by the time I was done in the kitchen she was in full-throated cumming mode. Jackie was driving her crazy. “Lick that CLIT,” she’d yell one moment, and then, “Do me, do me, do me, do MEEEEE,” or, “Yes, yes, deeper, deeper, yes, YESSSSS.”

It was almost worse when she would quiet down, because then I knew she was taking her turn licking or fingering my wife. The weird thing was, I was as hard as a rock. I had been since I walked in on them. Despite how angry and guilty and self-pitying I felt, I needed to cum badly. But I was damned if I was going to lie down there and jerk off like some kid while the adults had fun upstairs. Fuck them! I rolled over on the couch and tried to ignore the squeals and whimpering coming from the room above my head.

At some point I fell asleep, and they must have eventually exhausted themselves because all was quiet the next morning when I woke up. It was Sunday, and the heat was just kicking on to warm up the house. I looked out the front window and saw that it was beginning to snow. Even nature was mocking me. It was a snow storm that started this whole thing.

I went out to the kitchen and only paused a moment before filling and turning on the coffee grinder. What did I care if I woke them up? Once the smell of brewing coffee began to circulate through the house it started to feel almost like a normal day. I made myself some eggs and toast and headed back into the living room to watch some of the morning news shows. I didn’t want to go upstairs to shower or change clothes or, well, for anything, actually, so I decided to catch up on what was going on in the world.