Tom didn't come home.
Julie waited up late into the night, her phone gripped tightly waiting for something, anything. When it became clear near midnight that Tom wasn't going to answer his phone and wasn't going to be coming back, she opened the Find My Phone app and searched out her husband's location.
He was at a hotel downtown.
A hotel.
This had made Julie sit down slowly on the couch, staring at the little icon on the map screen. Why would he be at a hotel? She thought about it so long and hard while biting her lip that it started to bleed. Finally she got the courage and called the hotel, asking if a, Tom Merrick was staying there. She wasn't really sure if hotels were allowed to give that information out, but either they were or the front desk receptionist didn't care.
"Yes. He's in room 302. Would you like me to ring his room?"
"Yes, please." She hoped her voice didn't sound strangled. The phone rang on the other end for a minute and each tone that came through the line sent a jolt through Julie's bones. Finally, the phone was picked up.
"H...hel...hello?" It was a female voice. Groggy. Disoriented.
Julie didn't say anything. Her breath stopped. Her heart skipped.
"Is someone there?" The voice grumbled.
She let the phone drop from her ear and pressed the End Call button.
Tom was in a hotel with another woman. But...but why? A chill ran through Julie's stomach. Her eyes suddenly felt hot and tears were dripping down her cheeks. What the fuck was going on?
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My head was throbbing. "Fuck..." I muttered, sitting up in a bed that was way too soft to be mine. The room was blurry as I rubbed my eyes, trying to rid it of the crusty eye boogers that had made their home in the corners of my vision.
I was in a hotel room.
Okay. That's not too surprising. I wasn't about to go home right now. Facing Julie was... it was too much. My brain was revolting against my dick. It would be too easy to slip back to the life that I'd found myself in, and I didn't want it. I had to build up a resistance. I needed to figure out what I wanted to do and how I could do it. And what even IT was.
I let myself fall back onto the bed, which wasn't a great idea because it made my head bounce and my blazing headache worse. It was then I realized... I was naked. There were marks on my chest. I smelled like stale sweat and something else.
"You okay?"
The voice made me jolt up, despite the pain in my brain. My eyes latched onto the bathroom door that was now open and Scary Carrie was standing there drying her hair with a fluffy white towel. Besides the towel... she was naked.
My eyes flowed over her body like the droplets escaping from her hair as she rubbed the towel over her head. Her breasts were perky, the size of a melon with large dark nipples. She had a pear-shaped figure, slimming down along her waist and then flaring out with lovely hips. A light trail of auburn hair led the eyes to her plump lipped vagina. Her thighs were strong and slightly thick. A rush of blood went down south and I grabbed the tangled bedsheets to cover my emerging morning erection.
Carrie stared at me with her eyebrow raised, completely unembarrassed about being buck ass naked in front of her married coworker.
"I...uh...um..." I stammered like I was some pimply faced boy at the homecoming dance.
She cracked a smile. "Geez, you must have really been wasted last night if you're looking at me like you've never seen me naked. You got a pretty good look last night." She turned with a laugh, her magnificent ass jiggling as she went back into the bathroom for a second, coming back out with another towel, drying off her back.
I watched her. Unable to look away for a plethora of reasons. One, she was hot. I'd always known Carrie was good looking, but she'd been hiding some of her assets, it seemed. Second, she was so casual about this. Why? Third... Why in the world was I in a hotel room with Scary Carrie?
Too many questions and my brain was moving too slow. What happened last night? I shut my eyes trying to think through what happened after we left the office. We went to The Glass Half Full, a bar in downtown that was a hotspot for after work hangouts and networking with clients. Their drinks were decent if a little overpriced, but the atmosphere was friendly and clean, which was saying a lot compared with other bars downtown.
I massaged my eyes, pinching the bridge of my nose, trying to push the pain in my skull away so I could remember...
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Me and Carrie were at the bar. Doing shots. Three in and I was already feeling a heavy buzz. I hadn't eaten much and mixing an empty stomach with booze made for bad choices. Like opening my mouth too much and talking.
Oh, shit, did I tell Carrie about...
No... no. I didn't. A little relief flooded through me, but the night came back, drifting up through the murky haze of my memory that was tinted with alcohol and frustration.
"Seriously?" Carrie had stared at me, leaning close as we sat at the bar after slamming down our fourth shot.
