To start let me thank my editors from the volunteer editor program, brucru, kenjisato, and JohnBJohn. They helped turn my musings into a story. Any errors in spelling, grammar, or otherwise are mine by virtue of not taking their excellent advice.
That said this is the first of an unknown number of chapters in a cheating story which will occur in an around a church along with other kinks as noted in the tags. If you are sensitive to infidelity or uncomfortable with a church setting this series may not be for you. Please feel free to check out some of my other work that does not focus on these topics.
Chapter 2
The cat screamed and squalled from the floor as it demanded his attention. One hand dangled to rub its head while blue eyes fixed on the screen, a map of Europe covered by little green and red rectangles, as Sean fought his version of World War II. A deep sigh from behind his chair let him know the dog disapproved of his moves around eastern Europe.
"Shush, Bishop. Last time I took your advice, we lost India." Bishop merely huffed again to dismiss the argument. He took his hand away from the cat, who used this final opportunity to scream at him before swishing off into a dark corner of the basement. He took a sip of coffee and tried to ignore the clock, which slowly ticked by two in the morning on Saturday.
With troops sweeping through the Baltics and the smile of many a digital field marshal, his attention was drawn when the blue border lit up his phone. A flash of annoyance flashed through his brain when the border lit up again. "Fuck, what now."
Quickly pausing the game to check, Sean's mouth went dry, it was Kelsey.
We need to talk. Can we find some time soon?
His hand shook vaguely, as his thumbs danced over the screen without thinking.
You are up early. Or late.
It seemed like the three blinking dots blinked forever before a message finally popped up,
I didn't think you would respond so quickly. What are you doing up?
Invading Europe.
Sean replied.
I have no idea what that means. You are so weird sometimes.
Came the reply.
Thanks, I guess. What did you need to talk to me about?
Sean swallowed hard trying to calm his nerves while he waited for Kelsey to reply again.
You know what. What we did.
I am in my basement; would it be easier to call than text?
The three little dots blinked for a long time, as he watched the screen. When they stopped his phone lit up as Kelsey called.
Her voice was almost a whisper, "Hey, I had to find a way out of bed and get to our basement as well. I... this feels so weird."
"Kind of like being teenagers sneaking around to screw around." He laughed a little under his breath at a few memories that swam to the top of his mind.
"I wouldn't know. Worst I did was... well not that." She paused for a moment and her voice took on a husky tone, "Did you do that a lot?"
"A little bit. So, um, what did you need to talk about?" The words squeezed his heart like a vise, as his anxiety climbed higher desperate to change the subject. In the dark, he shook his head at how the question sounded, and he ran a dozen less awkward ways of saying that through his mind.
"I have been thinking about what we did. Can I ask you something serious? I need a real honest answer."
"Oh, sure. I think we are at the point where you can ask whatever question you want. As for honest, well, honest as I can without knowing what you're going to ask."
Her voice was just above a whisper, "Did you enjoy it?"
"Yes, of course. Why?"
"Because... because I liked it, too, and I don't know what to do with that."
"What do you want to do?" he asked quietly, as if trying to keep a doe from spooking and running off.
There was a long silence, as he waited for her to respond. The silence around him was only broken by the soft snoring of Bishop behind his chair. At one point, Sean started to say something but cut himself off trying to give Kelsey the space to think and decide what to say next on her own.
A heavy breath came through right before her soft voice seemed to rush out words. "I want what you owe me."
A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth; with the way she invoked his prior statement about owing her oral sex after she had finished blowing him. The thought brought immediate life to his groin, which swelled and pushed at his pajama pants. His free hand started to massage the bulge gently and he grunted softly.
"What was that?" Kelsey nearly giggled.
"Nothing."
"Sure Sean. I may not be as worldly as, well, you but I have heard that sound before."
"If you know then why ask?"
"I don't know. Maybe because I like the idea that you, that I..."
"Yeah, you do." His voice was thick with admission. "So, you said you want me to pay up. When?"
"I don't know. Soon." Her voice wavered underneath the determination.
"How about tomorrow?" His voice hit a hopeful note, almost like an eager boy trying to negotiate for when he could pick up a promised new toy.
"We have church tomorrow, Sean. How is that going to work? I don't want to risk doing that in my office again."
"Meet me in the loft in the Pit during worship. No one ever goes back there and with the music playing, no one will hear anything."
Kelsey was quiet for a long minute, and he could almost hear the wheels turning. She finally answered, "Okay."
"Do me a favor tomorrow?"
"What?"
"Wear a dress and... shave."
"A dress I can do. I don't normally shave down there." After a brief pause, "I mean I am not an overgrown bush or anything but... Christ this is weird."
"Kelsey, I have a beard. I can't shave it without drawing questions and comments and the last thing we want is strange hairs showing up on my chin. Which will happen. So smooth helps us avoid those issues and it doesn't get even weirder."
"I didn't think about that. Is... is that why you shave down... shave your balls?" A hint of excitement sparkled through her voice as she tried on the more explicit, though still very mild, language.
"No, no one gets their face down there, so no one complains. I shave because I run. A conversation for another time, though."
"Oh." She paused as if trying to think of something more to say before blurting out, "So tomorrow morning then. I am excited."
"Good. Me, too."
The silence hung for a long moment before she finally broke it. "Well, it is late and, uh, I guess you need to finish fighting over Europe. Sleep well, whenever you finally get to sleep. Goodnight."
The connection broke, and he looked at his phone while thinking about what they had just agreed to do. Once was cheating, but twice seemed like the start of an affair. Flicking his eyes up to his computer screen, he realized he had not paused the game and his carefully laid plans for the Baltics were in shambles and, somehow, Greece was pushing him from the south.
"Fuck."
Bishop merely harrumphed from behind him as if to say that is what he got for ignoring conquest to chase sex.
* * * * * *
Steaks sizzled on the grill and filled the air with a delicious smell, while Sean sat on the back porch watching them. A beer sat on the table sweating in the late afternoon heat and he took a long pull to help cool off. A glance at the back door promised some relief if he stepped inside, but then he saw the mess of black hair sitting sullenly by the door. Another afternoon, another fight. He took another drink and, after a quick glance at the grill, turned his attention back to his phone and the video playing.
His screen blinked around the edge with another new text. Kelsey's name appeared at the top and it immediately drew a smile followed by a sinking feeling that something might have gone wrong. Or, perhaps, that she had reconsidered.
Can I show you something?
Sure, if you want.
He replied.
Promise you won't judge?
Promise. Should I be scared?
Sean looked at the screen with worry playing across his face.
I hope not, how is this?
He took a deep breath when the screen blinked again. Below the message was a picture of what could only be Kelsey's pussy. The outer lips, puffy and pink, were neatly hiding her inner lips. Everything was bare and clean from a fresh shave. A hint of moisture glistened on them that could have been water or could have been from arousal.
"Holy shit," he whispered to himself. Before replying.
That is perfect. And unexpected.
I have a family thing tonight so decided to get it done while I had a moment and thought you might like to see. I have never sent pics like this to anyone before. It just seemed like a good idea.
No complaints. Would you like to see my meat?
Your meat? Sure. If that is what you call it.
His shoulders shook as he stifled a quick laugh and took a picture of the steaks on the grill and sent it to her.
I should have known. I couldn't have but somehow, I know I should have. No time to explain but that gave me the laugh I needed. See you tomorrow.
A kiss emoji punctuated the message.
The screen door to the porch opened and Victoria stood there scowling. "Are the steaks ready yet? Did you burn them?"
Sean sighed and looked at the steaks. "That isn't burn, it is the crust. No, they will be ready in a minute though."
"Not sure how you would know." His wife sighed in annoyance while shooting him a glare.
"I know because I am always out here grilling for us. If you would prefer to do it?" His eyebrow quirked upright already knowing she would refuse to sit out in the heat.
Victoria's voice hit a high pitch as she shot back. "No, I don't prefer to do it. I just don't want it burned." She let the door slam but stood there and shot her husband a scowl from inside the living room where he met her look until she walked out of view.
Sean looked back at his phone and thought about the picture in his messages and the distraction it promised. He had to shift in his chair as those thoughts made him swell.
* * * * * *
As he sat in his recliner Bishop snored with his head nearly under the footrest. The house was dark and quiet except for the small pool of light from his reading lamp that lit his chair and latest spy novel sitting on the side table. Even as interested as Sean was in the novel, he couldn't help checking his phone repeatedly until he finally gave in and sent Kelsey a message.
How did things go?
It was several minutes before he got a reply,
Family things are family things. You know how it goes.
Yeah. Mind if I ask a question?
It took a minute for her next message to come through,
