Rack 'Em
Copyright© 2021 by D. Fritz
Chapter 5: After the Game
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 5: After the Game - UPDATE: This is retooling of a story originally written with multiple endings. That experimental version of the story really didn’t work. Wendy and Mark get together at least once a month with their long-time friends Rita and Damon. It is usually dinner and then a nightcap at one of their houses. On this particular night things turn out much differently than ever before.
Caution: This Drama Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual
Rita walked to the bedroom and put her clothes in the hamper. She pulled a sheer teddy over her head and then slid into her side of the bed. She clicked on the TV and pulled the covers snug while she clicked through the channels in search of something to watch. Just as she decided what to watch her phone rang.
“It’s me,” said Mark. “I just got home. Wendy is not here.”
“What?” yelled Rita. “Is she OK? Do you think she had to go to the hospital?”
“Earlier, did you guys say Damon’s sister is out of town?”
Taken aback, Rita said, “Yeah, they went to Disney for a week.”
“She lives over in West End, right?”
“Yeah, the new section. You came to the housewarming, remember?”
“I remember. Get dressed. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
Rita jumped out of bed and discarded her teddy. She pulled a pair of shorts off the dresser and a t-shirt from the drawer, then slipped into a pair of sandals. She ran to the kitchen to collect her purse then locked the door and waited on the porch. Minutes later a Dodge Challenger lurched into the driveway.
“Mark, what is going on? Where are we going? Damon’s sister’s house?”
Mark’s jaw clenched as he said, “Hunting.”
He was careful to stay within the speed limit and obey all traffic laws. The last thing he needed was to have his theory derailed at the last moment by a traffic violation.
“Do you know where you’re going?” asked Rita.
“I know.” Mark did not offer any further commentary as he took a right and carefully accelerated to the speed limit.
They drove for several minutes before they arrived in an upscale neighborhood at the edge of town. As they got closer, Mark remembered his only other visit to this house. When they arrived Mark cut the lights early, and then parked in the street two houses away.
“Let’s go.”
Rita scampered out of the car and fell in beside Mark as they walked down the sidewalk like any couple out for a late night stroll. They crossed through the yard and Mark hissed, “Looks like there are lights on. Kind of odd for house where no one is home.”
Rita nodded her head. They passed through the shadows and made their way to the backyard. From the back they could see flickering lights from what Mark assumed was the master bedroom. “A TV maybe?”
“I saw it, too,” said Rita.
“Yeah, definitely movement upstairs,” confirmed Mark as he stared at the curtained window.
Rita tried to say something but knew her question would be futile. Mark was on a mission. When they got to the back porch Mark went to the far side of the patio and reached up to a flower pot hanging from an eave. He dug into the dirt before he extracted a small oblong disk. He popped it open on plastic hinges to reveal a hidden key. He took it and slid it into the lock on the back door. The lock turned quietly and easily.
“How did you know about that key?” asked Rita in shock.
“I was bitching about almost getting locked out of the house a few weeks ago. Damon told me that he found this gizmo online when his sister got locked out. I figured they bought one at his suggestion.”
Mark pushed the door open and it didn’t make a sound. A benefit of a new house he thought. He motioned for Rita to follow him but also motioned for her to be quiet by placing his finger on his lips.
“No shit, Sherlock,” said Rita earning a dirty look from Mark.
The two entered the kitchen and waited a moment to gain their bearing. The first thing Mark saw was a shirt and bra sitting in front of the island.
“That’s Wendy’s shirt, isn’t it?” asked Rita.
Before he could answer, they heard a scream from upstairs. “Ooh, myyyy Goooddddd.”
Rita stopped cold. She grabbed Mark’s arm. Knowing that this is what they would find was a whole different story than finding the couple in the throws of passion. “What the fuck? That was Damon.”
Mark only nodded and motioned for her to continue.
They passed through the living room and found Wendy’s sandals. On the second floor they found her panties. They saw a door standing open at the end of the hallway, and setting pretense aside, Mark stood tall and walked purposefully into the bedroom. Rita followed closely on his heels.
