Sitting there waiting for him to come home, I realized this was the 3rd time this week that Adam had been late coming home. I wonder what he's up to? It can't be good though, because every time I try his cell phone, there is no answer.
I had a special night planned at home. I cooked an extravagant meal, had soft music playing in the background and I was dressed in a lacy white negligee with a sheer robe on. I had been anxiously awaiting his arrival for over an hour, and not getting impressed as the time went by.
I pulled dinner out of the oven and set it down on the table, being careful not to burn my 34D tits on the steaming roasted duck. I could feel the steam rise up from the dish to my nipples, which were already aching to be touched by someone other than myself.
Flipping my shoulder length blonde hair over my shoulder, I picked up the cordless phone and speed dialed his cell phone. There was no answer.
"Fuck him!" I was fed up with trying to please someone that couldn't appreciate what I had to offer. I dialed the phone again. "Trinda? It's Dawn. Whatcha up to tonight?"
"Oh - nothing special. I had planned to just sit in front of the TV. and veg out. Mark is out of town for a business meeting. I rented a few chick flicks, and planned on doing nothing but nothing. I've been working my ass off. Why? What are you doing tonight?"
"Nothing. That's my problem. Would you mind coming over here to watch movies? Adam is late again, and I'm feeling a little lonely. I could use the company."
"Well - if you don't mind if I doze off… I am really tired Dawn."
"That's fine. We have the sleeper sofa, and we can pull it out to watch movies. If you fall asleep, you fall asleep. No big deal."
"Ok. Give me like 30 minutes and I'll be over."
"C-ya."
What can I do to get even with that bastard? I know he's out cheating… I just know it. Why else wouldn't he answer the phone?
I went and put my terry robe on, but left the negligee on, as it made me feel soooo sexy. When I looked into the mirror at myself, I could see my purplish nipples through the fabric, and a trace of my pussy lips just above the hem. I had really been counting on tonight. It had been a week since me and Adam had made love, and I was starting to get frustrated. I reached down and stroked my pussy lips before wrapping the robe and tying the belt loosely around my waist.
I was coming downstairs when I heard the phone ringing. I picked it up and answered it.
"Hey baby, it's me. I am going to be late coming home. I have a deadline, and my asshole boss won't let me leave until the project is finished. I'm sorry. Maybe around 9:30 or so. Could even be a little later."
"That's fine. I have plans with Trinda tonight, so, come home when you feel like it."
"Plans? What are you two doing?"
"We are going out. I am sick of sitting in this house by myself all day and all night. I thought since you got to go out, I would be right behind you."
"You call working late getting out? Whatever Dawn. I'll be home around 9:30."
As he hung the phone up, there was a knock on the door.
"Come on in! It's open!"
Trinda walked in wearing very short cut-off shorts that showed more of her round ass than covered it, and a low cut tank top leaving nothing to the imagination of whether or not she had on a bra. It was obvious she did not. She had a bag under her arm, and a bottle of Tequila in the other.
"Hey hun. I brought a few necessities with me, just in case this was a ‘Adam's cheating' lonely night. I have a bottle of Tequila, and a bag of the good stuff, and a change of clothes for work in the morning in case I fall asleep here. Mark is ok with it. Don't worry."
She looked up at me and must have noticed the surprise in my expression. "What?"
"A bag of the good stuff? I haven't smoked pot since I was a teenager."
"Maybe that's your problem. Let's go set up the couch, pop in a movie and relax. You want to talk about it?"
"I think Adam's cheating on me. He has been later than usual all week, and when I try his cell, there's always no answer." I told her everything. From the phone that rings twice and then stops, and five minutes later he's got a meeting, to the straight to the shower after these nights. By the time I was finished, the sleeper was made and Trinda had made drinks. I went to the bag she had brought over which was sitting on top of the entertainment center to dig out the movies she had brought over. As I reached over for them, a stack of Videos fell to the floor and so did some of the contents of the bag. I started picking everything back up and noticed a video without a case or label. Hmmmm…
I put the movie in, and Trinda sat on the couch and dumped the contents of a pill bottle out onto my glass top coffee table. She expertly twisted one of the finest looking hog-legs I had ever seen. "I didn't know you smoked!" I hadn't smoked since high school, and maybe this is just what I needed to loosen up and forget about my husband's absence. I settled back and watched the beginning of a commercial ad that I could tell had been recorded from the TV. We passed the joint back and forth a few times and talked through the commercial.
"Hey, what's this?" Trinda asked as she looked at another commercial for cable advertising.
"I found it when I knocked all that crap down off the entertainment center. I just wanted to see what it was. If it sucks, we'll turn it off, I promise."
She handed the joint to me, and I shook my head. I was all set with that for the moment. As I took a sip of my drink, the screen jumped from the TV commercial to black screen. All at once a blonde with big tits popped up on the screen. She was sitting on the edge of a bed, saying something about how she would do anything for the promotion to executive administrative assistant. "Would I give you a blowjob?" She cocked her head to the side and smiled a smile that couldn't be mistaken for no.
The camera zoomed in as the person holding it walked closer to the busty blonde. She went straight for the belt and within seconds had pulled a semi-erect penis out of the opening in the front of the man's slacks. She looked straight up into the camera and said "You better appreciate my efforts Mr. Carlson."
Trinda and I both took in our breath. My husband's name was Adam Carlson… No shit, had the bastard been dumb enough to film himself fucking someone else? Man I knew he was numb sometimes, but to leave it laying around?