Chapter 2: Old Enough to Breed
I had been watching TV late and was stretched out on my sofa that Friday night. I was just dozing off when my doorbell rang. I had no idea who it might be at my door at midnight. Looking out the peephole, I saw it was Lynn and quickly opened the door. Standing on my porch, Lynn was wearing only a thin white cotton nightshirt that just covered her crotch and she was obviously braless. I could tell she had been crying and asked her what was wrong.
She literally lunged into my arms and sobbed on my shoulders. I am so sorry to bother you so late, but I didn't know where else to go, I don't have any friends here yet, she sobbed.
No problem, I assured her. What's wrong, sweetheart? I asked and shut the door and led her into the living room and sat her down on the sofa.
That bastard! she cried. That fucking bastard! That's what's wrong!
What bastard? I asked, figuring it was an argument with her spouse, so I sat down close to her and held her in my arms comfortingly.
She cried on my shoulder for about the next minute, and I caressed her arms and back to console her. I looked down and her nightshirt had ridden up just enough for me to tell that in addition to the fact that she was braless, she wasn't wearing any panties either, as evidenced by the partial display of her thick bush. It must have been a hell of an argument, because she left her house like she was going to a come-as-you-are party.
I reached across her body to the end table and pulled out a couple of tissues and gave them to Lynn. She said thank you and began drying her red eyes.
Okay, what happened, Lynn? You can confide in me, you know, I said.
I know I can, she whispered and then she gave me a kiss on the cheek. You're the best friend I have around here.
Tell me everything then, I said soothingly.
That bastard! she yelled again. We've only been married three months and that bastard is already cheating on me!
There now, I said and kissed on the forehead. How do you know?
Well, she said sniffling, I decided to surprise him and pick him up at the airport so he wouldn't have to find a cab. The baggage area was crowded because the plane was an hour late. I spotted him coming out of the secure area into baggage but I was on the other side of the room. Before I could work my way over to him, I saw his whore for a secretary next to him. They were arm-in-arm and hugging and kissing. His hands were all over her! She must have gone with him on the trip. The bastard must have been fucking her the whole time he was gone!
Lynn began crying again and I wiped away her tears and she continued. I slipped out of the airport without him seeing me and drove back home. My mind was reeling. I didn't know what to do. I was like a zombie. I must have undressed myself and got ready for bed. I don't really remember putting on my night clothes. I curled up on the couch and waited for him to get home. I waited and waited. Over two hours! Then it hit me. The bastard had probably taken her home and was dipping his damn dong into her one more time before he came home to me!
Oh, Lynn, darling. That's terrible, I said trying to offer her some form of solace. I put my arms around her and squeezed her soft body into mine.
Then I whispered to her. You know what they say, don't you? I paused for effect the said. They always say: Don't get mad, get even.
You're damn right! she said forcefully. Then it suddenly hit what I was hinting at. I drew her closer and rubbed my hand on the inner portion of her thigh. She looked down at my hand which was inches away from her inadvertently exposed pussy. Then she looked up at me and saw the tenderness and caring in my eyes as well as the desire in my face. She was taking the hint, because she shyly and innocently said, I'm ready. Really ready. But how do I get even? she asked coyly.
