Chapter 9 -- The Game Is On -- Part Two
Glancing sideways as I passed the house I could make out the image of Elaine at our front door waving to me as I accelerated; and there, of course, was Jackson standing close behind her. I was past them in a flash but I could see that he had his hand on her lower hip again -- just above the swell of her arse cheeks. He was taking charge -- that much I saw. 'I have a surprise for you two.'
Once out of site of the house, I drove out onto the Prince of Wales Road and then onto Shooters Hill Road at a much slower pace than I had left (I had needed to give the impression to those two that I was in a rush to get to work). Turning left on the roundabout, down the Prince of Charles Road and then finally, and very slowly and coasting through the heavy rain, I turned back into my road and parked the car while at the same time making sure that the front door to my house had been closed. This meant, of course, that Elaine and Jackson were now alone together.
I stepped out into the rain and stealthily crossed the other side of the road to stand under a small tree where I could see the front of my house. The curtains were still open and I could see them together clearing up the dinner table, laughing and smiling as he passed her the plates and utensils which she was obviously carrying into the kitchen for the dishwasher. 'All very domestic isn't it my little tart!'
It was a warm night and the noise of the thunder followed the flash by just a second which meant that the main part of the storm was just five miles away. 'Under a tree is a stupid place to be when lightning is hitting the ground you Klutz!' But I was beyond caring -- my Wife was alone with her Lover, and my plan was in action.
Eventually Elaine came back into the room and stood before Jackson with a loving smile on her face; initially she went to put her arms around his neck however she was clearly dissuaded by something Jackson said to her. Moving away from him she went to the window and pulled down the blind, thus preventing me from seeing directly into the room. Nonetheless the clever little minx had not reckoned with the light shining directly behind her and their silhouettes showed against the blind.
I held my breath on that warm and very wet night as I watched their silhouettes move together and this time her arms did wrap themselves around his neck and they kissed. Shadow or not, I could tell by the shape of the outline that my Wife was kissing him and that this was no 'peck on the cheek' -- this was a full on tongue entangling exchange of fluids. This was an unmistakeable Lovers' 'take me to bed' kiss of undisguised passion.
Gently he pushed her away from him and I could make out the shadow of Elaine bending her long swan-like neck to give Jackson access to the straps of the thin dress. Big hands went to her shoulders and moved gently down, sweeping the little straps away. The dress fell slightly but caught on her breasts momentarily until her dominant Lover eased it from them so as to allow it to fall gently to the floor. 'Oh Christ! Didn't someone write a terrible song about this a few years ago? 'Shadows of love on the blind' How bloody corny is this?'
My Wife was naked in front of him. 'Is this where you get to put his weapon in your mouth you slut?' But I was taken aback at what happened next. From the shadows on the blind I could make out that Jackson had bent over slightly to one side and with one motion he had lifted up Elaine into his arms and kissed her once again. And that was the end of my entertainment for that part of the night, because within seconds he carried her to the door, the light in the room was extinguished and I was left in the dark, in the rain, in a thunderstorm and alone. Alone! As another man carried my beloved Wife upstairs to penetrate with his enormous cock. I think that this was a more disconcerting moment than that of Sunday when she had disappeared under the tower with him, because I was being cuckolded again but this time in my own house. 'For the first time?' I wondered.
Thoroughly soaked, and still under that tree I kept watch on the house and was not surprised when a dim light came on upstairs at the back of the building. She had put our own bedroom light on but within a minute the light extinguished and there was no other conclusion to for me to make other than he was having her at that moment. 'Stay calm little cuckold. Your time will soon come'.
I waited for what seemed like hours but was probably no longer than fifteen minutes or so as the rain came down in stair rods and the lightning flashed all around me. It seemed to be a night of portent and extremes as I waited for the right moment. If I give the impression, Dear Reader, of cold calculation and iron will in my execution of the plan you would be wrong; that night I was a terrified little man, standing outside in the rain in the sure knowledge that what I was about to do would change my life forever. Courageous? -- maybe. Stupid? -- almost certainly.
I looked at the face of my rain speckled my watch. It was Time! 'Get on with it Nerd!' Splashing my way across the road through the rising puddles I headed towards the alleyway between our house and our other neighbours, Gwen and Charlie. With my hand against our yellowish 'London Brick' wall to guide me in the pitch black night I eased myself past the dustbins to our gate into the back garden. 'Good! Elaine hasn't thought to drop the latch.' Through the gate, over the flower beds and onto the patio next to the Webber still warm from the barbecue. 'So far so good. Keep going James!'
The patio door had been locked but I had accounted for that -- I had the spare key in my pocket so I unlocked the door and then waited. Within less than a minute a dull rolling noise of thunder sounded a mile or so to the west and as it rumbled I slid the patio door open. 'They won't have heard that over the noise. I'm getting good at this. Perhaps I should become a burglar.'
Moving slowly and very quietly I slipped away from the dining room and into the lounge where Jackson had stripped my Wife bare and carried her up to our bedroom. I don't know why I went in there because it was not on the route I needed to take for my plan. But something had drawn me to that place and I felt a rush of emotion as I realised that I was standing in the same spot where the love of my life had been willingly stripped naked by a much bigger man than I, and had then allowed herself to be lifted in his strong arms and taken upstairs to bed. Something seemed to snag my foot as I moved and looking down I realised that -- 'Oh shit! I'm standing on her dress.'
It was then that I had the worst shock of my life. The whole house lit up in a blinding flash accompanied by the loudest noise I had ever heard in my life. The blind, the very same blind through which I had witnessed my Wife's disrobing lit up like a cinema screen. Its blank surface showing no film that night other than the blinding light of a lightning strike somewhere out in the road. My eyes could see nothing in the dark and my ears rung with the noise of the strike, and it was a minute or two before my senses returned to normality. It was then that I heard the first noise from upstairs.
