To You, a Sin
To say that I was scared shirtless as Richard and I returned to the cabin from our little porno-shoot on the lake would be the understatement of the year. It was now close to four in the morning and there were only three people in the cabin that could be up at that hour.
There was, of course, my husband who was usually a very light sleeper. I thought I'd taken care of that little issue when I sucked the life out of him before bed. When I left, he was out cold and usually he slept like a baby afterwards.
There also were the two girls, Anna and Tara, who shared a room on the top floor. I had no real clue about their sleeping habits, but it seemed they had a habit of sleeping in and waking up later than everyone else so I hadn't really considered them much of a risk. I mean, even if they got up early, they would assume Richard and I were asleep in our respective rooms.
Guen, however, was a big question mark. According to Richard, she slept like a rock. And, to be fair, she had also been one of the last to wake up each morning. But could I trust Richard to be honest about our chances of getting caught or his wife's sleeping habits?
Bottom line was, if Guen OR my husband were up and turned on the kitchen light then they were aware that at least THEIR partner was missing and we'd have some explaining to do. The best course of action for us at this time would be not to be seen together and hope that one of our spouses didn't know the other spouse was also missing. If my husband saw I was missing, he would likely assume Richard was still sleeping in his room with Guen and vice versa. But, if we are seen TOGETHER at four in the morning, the gig would be up.
Richard offered to enter the cabin alone and I agreed to wait a bit before coming up from the basement floor with an excuse that I was using the spare bathroom in the basement. Why on earth I'd be using the spare basement bathroom was something I still hadn't worked out but I would have to make it work if I was caught.
I watched nervously from the bushes as Richard climbed the steps to the main floor and entered through the sliding glass door at the back of the cabin. A few moments later the kitchen light went out and I found myself standing in the woods alone in the dark.
Nerves quickly set in as I heard what sounded like animals in the bushes around me. I quickly rushed to the basement entrance and entered the dark moonlit room, stumbling my way to the stairs leading to the main floor. I couldn't hear anything from above, not a sound so I crept up the stairs to the main floor and felt my heart beating a million miles an hour as I opened the bedroom door where I hoped to find my husband sleeping.
Jason was, in fact, fast asleep where I left him which gave me, sadly, a little personal sigh of relief. At least MY marriage was still in tact for the moment. Unless, of course, Guen was the one who noticed Richard was missing and somehow put it all together.
The rest of the morning after coming back to bed was excruciating for me. Both Richard and Guen didn't come out of their room for hours after the girls got up. On the positive side, neither Anna nor Tara gave any indication at all that they were the ones who got up in the middle of the night and turned the kitchen light on. That meant, of course, that Guen likely was the one. Why hadn't they come out yet this morning? Were they fighting?
As irony would have it, MY husband woke up early and was still in a frisky mood from last night's discussion about Richards big dick.
"So," Jason said as he lay in bed awake beside me mere hours after I'd just crawled back into bed. "Have any more thought about Richard and his big dick?"
I frowned a bit, nervous that this was all getting to be a little un-fun.
"Like what?"
"Like have you thought about seeing if he'd be interested in playing around a little?" Jason probed.
I struggled to get out of my head about what was going on with Guen and Richard in the next room over.
I sighed as I tried to shake my nerves.
"That's not exactly a topic I can just bring up at the dinner table," I told my husband. "Besides, even if I WERE interested, Id have to have an opportunity to be alone with him for more than two seconds to test the waters. Frankly, you act a little jealous if you can't see Richard and I in your sight for five minutes."
Jason frowned. "What if I lighten up a bit?"
I looked at him like he was crazy and that wasn't even possible.
"Look, I get it that you'd have to have a conversation with him in private and I get that that might take some time."
I frowned now doubting my husband's sincerity. "But could you ACTUALLY leave us alone long enough for me to flirt a little with him to see if he's even interested without you freaking the fuck out?"
Jason paused. I could tell it bothered him a little hearing me admit I'd flirt with Richard behind his back. But, surprise to me, he nodded, "I mean how else is it going to work? You have to know if he's even interested right? I get it."
I couldn't believe what he was saying so I put my hand on my hip and restated what I thought I heard him say. "So to be 100% clear, you WANT me to flirt a little with Richard, behind your back, and see if he would be interested in cheating on his wife with me?"
