Alice pushed her way past the revolving doors of the building where she walked and stopped when she heard a buzzing noise coming from inside her handbag. A gust of wind blew at her, ruffling her shoulder-length ash-coloured hair as she stood there on the sidewalk absorbing the evening bedlam of vehicle and pedestrian traffic on the street. She turned away from the uproar while simultaneously reaching into her handbag for her phone. She swept her hair back in place and smiled when she saw who the caller was.
It was her lover, Ron.
Alice was married; so far her husband was clueless about her affair. She intended keeping it that way.
"Hi babe," she murmured into her phone.
"How's my girl doing?"
"I'm doing great," she blushed; something about the masculinity of her lover's voice that always seemed to get to her whenever she heard him talk. That along with the way he got to handle her in bed. Ron knew how to fuck, and always he knew how to fuck her good. "I was expecting you to call yesterday."
"Sorry. I was out of town on a job. Did I catch you at a bad time?"
"Actually I just got off work and about to catch a cab home," she said, then thought for a second and added coquettishly: "But I can come over to your place if you want."
"Thought you said your man was around?"
"He is," she frowned, not liking the idea that Ron was attempting to spoil the mood by reminding her of Jeremy. "But his work usually gets him traveling at any moment's notice. I know it's only a matter of time before he leaves on another business trip. So, do you want me to come over?"
"I'm still out of town, babe. Sorry. Let's leave it till Tuesday."
That hit her like a punch in the gut. "Tuesday? That's four days from now," she moaned. "I know. But that's when I'll be back home."
"But it's so far away, and I need you so bad."
"You've still got that dildo, right? Play with that until I return."
"Awhhh, I don't want to fuck my dildo," Alice looked around to make sure she was alone with herself on the sidewalk and nobody was eavesdropping. She waved goodbye to several of her colleagues who were about getting into waiting taxis. "It's you I want to fuck. Only you."
"Keep your pussy on lock-down till I come back for it, babe. Gotta go now; I'll talk to you again soon."
The line went dead before Alice could voice further complain. She looked at her phone and groaned before returning it into her handbag. She wasn't looking forward to spending an agonising weekend with Jeremy puttering about the house, pestering her with dour tales about his company trips here and there with nothing fun to do. It was so aggravating just to breath in the same room with him. Ron had always been there for her. He understood her needs and knew just what buttons to touch to awaken her pleasures. Always she went to him whenever her pussy needed to be fed. It mattered little to her the number of times she had called Jeremy to let him know she had much work to clear on her desk and won't be home for another hour or two . . . if the traffic allowed. Jeremy so far was seldom suspicious of her activities. There had been times when she'd expected him to raise an eyebrow or at least ask a question. At no time since she began c her cheating escapade with Ron had he bothered to inquire whatever might be keeping her at odd hours at work.
It was too bad today wasn't going to end up as one of such nights, not with her lover being out of town.
Alice sighed with resignation then went searching for a cab.
The taxi deposited her in front of her driveway and she got out, gave him money then walked towards her front door while the cabbie drove off into the night. Jeremy's car was I parked in their driveway. Alice did have a car of her own, though it was being checked out at a repair shop across town; it won't be ready for another two days, was the summary she had received when she called earlier in the afternoon.
Alice got out her house key and let herself inside. The TV was on in the living room: Jeremy was likely there too. She dropped her handbag and set of keys on a table by the stairs then went searching for her husband.
"Honey, I'm ho—"
That was as far as Alice got when her feet brought her to a halt as she saw it wasn't her husband seated in the living room after all. The man she saw seated in her husband's favourite couch was the last person she expected to find occupying it at that hour. Yet there he sat casually with one feet crossed over his leg staring at her like he had every right to be there . . . when he was supposed to have been out of town as he mentioned earlier on the phone.
"Ron?" She gasped.
"Surprised to see me, babe?"
Alice's mouth hung open. She was indeed surprised, and seconds passed before she then realised she was holding in her breath. She let it out in a rush, then looked around for any sight of Jeremy. Yet it didn't take away the fact that was she suddenly nervous and confused as to her lover's presence in her home.
"I thought you . . . but you said you were out of town?"
"I know. I lied."
"What are you doing here? Where's Jeremy?"
"He's over in the kitchen getting me something to drink. Why don't you take your jacket off and come sit by me. We've got plenty to discuss."
Alice did take off her jacket and threw it on a couch then went searching for her husband. She heard humming noice coming from the kitchen and knew it was Jeremy: he just loved humming a pop tune, especially when he was in a good mood. She almost ran into him as he was just then stepping out of the kitchen holding two bottles or Bud Light in his hand. If Alice was startled to see him, he gave no apparent hint aside from the welcoming smile that lit his face that he was surprised by her presence.
