It wasn't that late, but the hall was dark and I had to feel my way down to Ada's door.
As I got closer, I heard a strange squeaking sound. At first, I wasn't sure what it was. It sounded like a cat in heat maybe. Or the squeal of a pig.
But as I got closer, I realized it was Ada, making high-pitched yowls and whimpers.
What in the world was wrong? Was she in distress?
"Ada?" I called out. "Ada, are you all right?"
But she didn’t seem to hear me.
My hand closed on the doorknob and it opened before me.
I tumbled into the room with the headache cure in my hand.
"Ada, are you—oh!"
Ada was lying naked on the bed with her thighs spread wide, her pink mouth agape and her cheeks flushed. One strong, masculine hand was grasping one of her full, round breasts.
I flushed and turned to go.
But just then the man above her turned his head.
And I recognized my husband.
He had Ada's long legs raised high, tight against his shoulders, and he was plunging in and out of her cunny.
I could see the exact place their bodies met, the thick veiny length of his rod entering her puffed-up and swollen cunny with a wet, sloppy sound.
One of his hands was braced against the wall, the other was on Ada's breast, making her rosy nipple even pinker as he pinched it.
Instead of regret or shame, Gideon’s dark eyes narrowed at me, and he didn’t even pause, thrusting so hard that a lock of his midnight-black hair fell in his eyes.
“Yoursister?” I shrieked. “How could you?”
His chuckle was devoid of any semblance of good humor or kindness.
"Now you see what being a nosy mouse gets you," my husband ground out. "Silly little slut. You’ll believe anything. Even an obvious lie."
My face flamed and I clutched back at the doorknob, wanting to scrub the memory from my eyes.
He had paraded another woman in front of me,liedthat she was his sister, and expected me to be too foolish to figure it out.
"Oh, don't make her go," Ada said, and there was a malicious streak in her voice that I had never heard before, a saucy arrogant look in her eye. "Maybe she'll learn something here, teach her not to be such a cold fish when you go to her at night."
"I—b-but," I cried.
He’d told Ada about our time together? He said I was acold fish?
Why wouldn't my legs work to get me out of this nightmare?
"There's no teachingher," Gideon said dismissively, thrusting so hard Ada’s breasts jiggled and shook. "She'll always be a mouse."
Tears filled my eyes as I backed away, but I couldn't move fast enough to avoid Ada's gaze–her focus unnerving as she lay on her back, her whole body shaking with each thrust, her nether lips curving around his prick and her mouth curved up in a triumphant grin.
Whimpering in horror, I stumbled out of the door just as he pulled out, spraying his release all over Ada’s beautiful breasts and elegant throat as she opened her mouth, tongue panting eagerly to receive more.
Crying in rage, I ran down the hallway, almost running into Mariam at the top of the staircase.
