Love, sex. Sex, love.
“Fuck!” John silently groaned, looking at the naked back of the voluptuous blonde next to him. Silken gold hair trailing off to a long smooth back, thin waist, trim ass…..
Earlier that day John had arrived home to find no one around the house. He looked around and saw inside his bedroom to find it in shambles. His normally prim and proper wife had left their room a mess, which was totally uncharacteristic of her. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but the room had a strange odor to it, like a musk.
He heard the front door open and saw Jamie walking in gingerly. She had to sit the whole day after Marcus’ visit at school. She gingerly walked upstairs and remembered forgetting to make up her room after her and Marcus’ morning fuck session which had led to her being late to work.
“Hi honey!” she said startled, almost standing straight up but her ginger bottom disallowed that.
“Hey, forget to make the bed this morning or getting lazy when I’m not around?” John joked with his wife. Suddenly for some reason she seemed rushed almost nervous with her reply.
“Oh no, damn power went out this morning. My alarm clock didn’t go off and I rushed all over the place! When did you get back?”
John sensed a problem but not enough to warrant asking his wife. “Just a couple minutes ago…”
”Oh honey you must be hungry. Marcus and I had dinner last night from that Chinese place you like. The leftovers are in the fridge go fix yourself a plate. I need to shower, the school gets so hot these days I was a sweating like a pig.”
John decided to go to the kitchen and wait for the shower to turn on. The last couple months Jamie had been acting differently. When they were together she would be the sweet and friendly woman he had fallen in love with, yet every once in awhile she would start acting strangely. Like today, and why was she walking like that.
John was never one to jump to conclusions, but they’re lack of a sex life was finally starting to arouse his suspicions. They were never that sexual a couple, so at first he hadn’t really noticed. He attributed to an old couple just getting used to each other. He really noticed when they did make love though that Jamie rarely had that fire that she used to have and somehow sex with her seemed empty.
With the shower running John to a walk to the hamper and looked for her clothes. It was a sick idea, but with the way she was walking today it would be the only time to really try and confirm his fears. He opened the hamper and searched it. There were so many panties, which ones did she wear today? He looked for what looked like a fresh pair. There were none though. He reached to the bottom of the hamper and pulled out at least two or three, he immediately noticed white stains all over them. They had to be old…..and the stains were so large.
He looked in the direction of the shower in almost disbelief. There had to be some explanation. Suddenly the water stopped and while he had evidence in his hand he decided to wait. He needed to know for sure. He retreated to the kitchen and spent the rest of the time as if nothing was going on.
While eating in the kitchen the phone rang and Jamie quickly picked it up. It was Marcus from his cell phone. Wanting to know if the coast was clear and if he should come home ready for some of his Ms. Jamie.
“Hello?” she answered with John looking at her.
“umm, no, I mean yes.”
“well, Oh John came home early today.”
“yup I’m sure he’ll be glad to hear from you.”
“Ok see you tomorrow then.” A line Jamie threw in to deceive John should he ask who it was. When he did ask she mentioned it was a co-worker.
In an almost zombie-like state John left his house.
”That’s it, she’s fucking someone at work. Fucking bitch!” he said through clenched teeth as he drove through town. Driving by a bar, the thought of some beverages seemed so appropriate right now.
The bar was filled and loud, John took his seat along the stool and proceeded to ask the bartender for glass after glass. The bar-goers cheered on the team on the screen, but John stared at his glass contemplating all the different scenarios and bastards that could be doing his wife. “Motherfuckers!” he grumbled.
“Wow, you really don’t like San Francisco do you?” a light voice asked.
