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Just the prospect sent a cold shiver down his spine.
Had she seen them in the window? He’d been half expecting to get his collar felt the moment he’d left the building. Anyone could have seen and reported them to the police. Or perhaps he just missed her when he left the building and she’d run into Scarlet.
He had to know. He needed to speak to her. Maybe there was still time to – what the fuck!
He flipped on the living room light, about to plug the phone into the charging outlet there, when he heard it. A moan. Low and husky and very familiar.
Then the sound of wood creaking.
Bed springs squeaking
Someone calling.
Calling her name.
Then he was running through the room and down the hall to their bedroom door. A hard kick sent it swinging inward, and he stopped dead, his eyes widening at the sight of the bodies tangled together on the bed.
Alice… and Rebecca!
Taking in the sight that greeted him on the bed, their bed, Richard didn’t know what to say.
It was a new experience for him.
Good or bad, he usually could always be relied upon to spit out some sort of asinine observation. Of course, it wasn’t every day you walked in on your wife riding another woman’s face to what could only be described as an earth-shattering orgasm.
Especially when it happened to just be their babysitter’s face she was riding.
The same babysitter who’d been under his desk sucking his cock that very morning.
Ironic, considering they didn’t even like sharing cutlery at dinner.
“Well, when you said you had a surprise for me, I wasn’t expecting this.” He forced himself to speak, the words catching in his throat, as thick and sticky as toffee as the sight of them tore at him. Tore and slashed with icy talons set aflame. The blaze scorched the surface to black blisters while the icy edge cut deeper than bone. It left him numb to the world but merged with the guilt of his own misdeeds to plague his conscience. “You’ve surpassed yourself this time.”
His voice’s flat tone and that detached look shimmering in his dark eyes quickly hit Alice in a cold cascade that twisted her stomach into knots of dread. She had never seen her husband look so… She couldn’t put a name to it. It was neither anger nor sadness, but something in between. Something that seemed to hone the sharp lines and smooth planes of his broad, handsome face, somehow making him even more devastatingly attractive. Lost, no, forlorn, that was it. She had never seen him look as forlorn as he did just then.
It tore at her heart to see him so wounded, and it hung a weight of guilt and regret about her neck. Whatever her reasons had been, she’d never wanted to hurt him.
However much Rebecca’s confession had stung her, the betrayal was only an idea, while he was seeing her with his own eyes. Just the idea of being in his shoes, of walking in without warning to find him going balls deep in the girl’s tight little cunt, was enough to make her feel sick.
He was taking it in his stride though and, for all her wanting to comfort her husband and tell him how much she loved him, she saw his challenge. Saw it and accepted it, refusing to falter under his cool glare, but met it head on. Her eyes were hard and challenging even as she gave him her best sexy, faux-innocent pout. “Surprise, Dick,” she purred sweetly, bending a hand down to stroke Rebecca’s hair. “Someone let slip about how you helped her the other night, and well, I decided she needed a little lesson in manners.”
And not to fuck with other people’s husbands.
“Really?” If he hadn’t just walked in on it, it would have been almost impossible to tell she’d just come down from a hard orgasm. Her voice was just as sensuously throaty as he’d ever heard it. His eyes glanced down to where the top of the girl’s head was peeking out from between his wife’s thighs. She’d stopped what she was doing when he’d spoken, and her doe eyes stared up at him, wide and unsure. “Funny sort of lesson.”
“You know me,” Alice shrugged, pushing the locks of her dark hair that had tumbled across her face back into place. It was an offhand remark, but he didn’t miss the hidden meaning behind the words.
Oh yes, he knew her. Alice was a vixen. Beautiful, strong willed, determined. A woman who knew what she wanted. She also loved her games and could be a right ball breaker.
Hell hath no fury, as they say, and Alice was definitely not a woman to scorn.
“Umm… Mr Martin, I’m er…” Rebecca spoke up, her voice shaky.
“Oh, I think you can call him by his name now, dear. I’d say we’re all well past the formality stage.” Alice cut in, only half teasing as she touched a hand to her hair and, without breaking eye contact with her husband, directed the girl’s mouth back to her pussy. “And I didn’t give you permission to stop.”
They were going to continue with him still there, standing over them. It was like she’d slapped his face.
“Well, would you like me to leave so you can finish your lesson?” Richard asked, trying desperately to keep his voice easy despite the storm of tension gathering around them.
