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Chapter Ten
Brett
The past week had seen a remarkable change—not only in Hannah, but in our lives. We’d spent more time talking and just being together in a week than we had in the past month. True, she still wasn’t jumping out of bed with enthusiasm, but she had greatly curtailed the moaning and groaning during our warm-up and our runs. Pulling into the driveway, I couldn’t help but think the most moaning I’d heard had been accompanied by gasps, mewls, and pleas begging for permission to come. We’d made love almost every day and it had been fantastic. My wife was losing a bit of her inhibitions and seemed to be enjoying it as much as I was.
Waiting for the garage door to open, I felt my cock stiffening in my trousers. She’d been so great all week that tonight’s maintenance session was not only going to be light, it was going to be followed by our first anal sex. I’d begun prepping her a week ago, had my fingers buried in her back passage this morning as she’d exploded, and I couldn’t wait to sink my cock into her tight little ass.
It took me a moment to realize that her car was not in the garage. Where could she have gone? It was almost eleven and even if she’d gone to some committee meeting, one I had no idea had been scheduled, she should have been home hours ago.
“Hannah?” I called as I entered the house—the dark house. Flipping on the light by the door, I saw the pizza box on the table, but heard no response to my call. Picking up the box to put it in the refrigerator, I was surprised at how heavy it felt. Opening the lid, I discovered that not a single slice was missing.
Had she gone to bed without eating? But if she had, where was her car? I put the pizza away and walked through the house. I didn’t start to really worry until I entered the bedroom, not speaking so as not to wake her if she was asleep. I went into the bathroom and flipped on the light, which spilled enough illumination into the bedroom that I could see the bed. The bed that was still made.
Another switch flooded the room with light. Clothes were on the floor by the bed and the open closet door. Was she in another bedroom for some reason? It only took a few minutes to ascertain that she wasn’t in the house. Pulling out my phone, I dialed her number only to hear the ringtone from our bedroom. Squatting down, I found her phone buried beneath one of my t-shirts. My heart started to pound. My wife was missing and hadn’t taken her phone.
Ending the call to stop the ringing, I opened the record of her recent calls, seeing my number a few times as well as another that was repeated several times. A small circle showed the face of a pretty young woman, but I had no idea who she was. It was late, but I didn’t care. Tapping the number, I listened to it ring.
“Hello? Hannah?”
“No, this is her husband, Brett,” I said. “I’m sorry, but I don’t recognize your number.”
“Oh, this is Stephanie Carter,” she said, putting a name to the face.
“Stephanie, I hate to bother you, but do you have any idea where Hannah is?”
“No. I thought this was your date night. I mean, that’s what she told me.”
Running my hand over my scalp, I sighed. “It is, but I was running late, and I guess she decided to go out.”
“Oh, well, I’m sorry I can’t help you, but I haven’t talked to her since this morning.”
“Thank you anyway,” I said, “I’m sorry to have called so late. But if you do hear from her, could you call me back?”
“Sure, I hope nothing’s wrong.”
“So do I. You don’t happen to know if there was some sort of meeting tonight? She’s involved in a lot of projects.”
“I’m not aware of any and we aren’t on all the same ones. I can call around or give you some numbers… oh, wait. I just saw that she did call me earlier, but I missed it. She left me a voice mail.”
She instantly had my full attention. “What did she say?”
I had to wait while she listened to the message. “Oh, I didn’t know she was going to join us, or I would have called to tell her the party was cancelled.”
“What party?”
“Do you know Keith Dawson?”
“Not well, but yes.”
“Well, his sister, Kelly, is a friend of ours. A bunch of us were going out to a club to celebrate Keith’s band getting their first gig. Then, well, something happened that kept Keith from being able to play so they pulled out. There was no reason to go as the club isn’t in the best part of town and we didn’t want to go if the guys weren’t going to be there. The men had to report back to work and the girls went to dinner and a movie instead. Hannah wasn’t planning on coming so didn’t know it was cancelled. Maybe she went to meet us but we weren’t there?”
I heard what she said but was only focused on one thing. A club in a bad part of town. A club that several women didn’t feel comfortable going to without their men. A club my wife went to alone. “What’s the name of the club?”
“Rocky’s, but I don’t remember giving her the name, just the street.”
“And that is?”
“Oh, Brewster. Rocky’s is down near the end. Right before the warehouses start.”
