This one is only a shorty, in fact, I had to cheat a little to get it up to 750 words. No sex, sorry, and it is mostly dialogue. It was inspired by Imhapless's fine tale, 'Tradimento'.
I don't know why everyone raves about how hard exactly 750 word stories are, this one was easy. Well... Okay, I did cheat a bit.
My thanks to CTC once again for the ideas and edit.
To those still out there saying there are no new affair discovery methods to be found, I say this. Bollocks!
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THE SCENE: Astrid is on the phone in the kitchen, multitasking; talking and cooking. She looks up as her husband, Dave comes in from work. Behind him is another man; muscled, blonde and rugged looking. Dave blows her a kiss. Astrid waves at him in acknowledgement while casting appreciative eyes at the guy. Dave grabs two beers from the fridge and leads his friend into the lounge. Astrid goes back to dinner and conversation with her sister.
"Undskyld, Ingrid, mister forudsigelig er lige kommet tilbage fra arbejde. Nu hvor var jeg, åh ja. Jeg blev næsten fanget af Petes kone i dag, gud det var tæt. Vi havde kun været der femten eller tyve minutter, jeg formoder. Han havde fyldt ham op en gang, og jeg gav ham den storslåede pik en lille slik for at få ham op igen.
"Ja, ja, jeg bliver bedre. Jeg fik mine læber inden for omkring to inches af bunden, da den store prik greb baghovedet og forsøgte at tvinge mig resten af vejen. Jeg gagged, han og lavede et løb til badeværelset, før jeg puked. Hans kone kom hjem tidligt og ringede op ad trappen for at spørge, hvor han var.
"Han standsede ved at sige, at han var kommet hjem tidligt fordi han var syg. Jeg greb mit tøj ud af gulvet og gemte sig i skabet, mens han kastede sit tøj på. Da hun kom ovenpå, tog han hende ind i badeværelset, tilsyneladende for at se på hans øjne under de lyse lys derinde. Jeg snukkede ud af huset og måtte gå hjem.
"Ja, det ved jeg, det bliver meget risikabelt. Jeg har tænkt på at kalde det alligevel. Efter seks måneder er det begyndt at miste sin nyhed. Den gamle risiko belønning...
Twenty-five minutes later, Astrid finally gets to the part of dinner that requires two hands for longer than she can hold the walk-about phone between shoulder and cheek. She says goodbye to her sister and hangs up. Quickly cutting the vegetables into suitable sizes, she opens the oven door and lays them in the baking dish, before calling through into the lounge.
"Dave, do you and your friend want another beer?"
"Just one for me, please."
Astrid grabs a stubbie for Dave, pours a wine for herself and walks into the lounge. To her surprise, her husband is sitting there alone.
"Where is your friend?"
"Oscar? He left."
"Is he coming back? I thought he was staying for dinner."
"No, something came up."
"That's a shame, you've told me so much about him. How he's helped you since he started at the plant, what, six weeks ago?"
"About then."
"How you've been helping him find a house in a nice neighbourhood. Is his wife still moving their kids up here after the end of the school year?"
"Yep."