Chapter Three - I Spy
James was wakened by a knock on the door, rousing him from a brief troubled sleep, tossing and turning. "Mr. Carmody... Good morning! 6:30" It was Valerie waking him for breakfast.
"Yes, thank you!" He lay there thinking of his, what should he call it, spying seemed too harsh. Yet what else could one call it. It still bothered him that she had been looking into his eyes in the dark as she assertively rode her husband's maleness in the middle of the night. She had ridden up and down his hardness, while he lay a bit under the weather, not helping or participating much. Still she rode on until at last reaching her climax. He remembered exactly what she had said, how she said it, loved the sound of her soft intense sigh. . "ohhhhhhh ...ohhhhhhhh. Ooooohhhhhhh. Yyyyyyessss! It had been soft but firm, full of pleasure, soul, and meaning, almost enough to include him in its universal release.
"Will we be embarrassed looking into each other's eyes this morning?" he wondered. He shook his head, "don't be ridiculous, she isn't even aware of how our paths have crossed."
He could smell bacon frying as he came down the stairs. "Good morning!" he smiled at her across the large kitchen, picking up a cup from the table and crossing toward her, trying hard not to show any discomfort at her gaze.
'Good morning," she smiled. Her eyes held his perhaps a moment too long, examining him carefully. Perhaps she had been looking at him. He couldn't take his eyes away from her breasts, perky under a crisp floral blouse. The pleasure his host had had, ...they both had had so noisily during the night was burned into his mind and sprang back easily.
"Not sure "His Lordship" is not feeling too lord-like this morning!" she said rolling her eyes skyward.
James enjoyed her smile as well as her ready, somewhat sharp wit. "Yes, I saw him in the hall, he looks, as the cowboys say, like he has been rode hard and put away wet!" His last word was clipped as he remembered just what double meaning that might conjure in her mind. He thought lamely and unsuccessfully for a subject to take the conversation in another direction. She smiled in his direction, that warm toothy smile. "Very apt!" she said, leaving it open to trouble his mind.
Gerald arrived looking sad eyed and tired. "James says in America they would say you had been 'rode hard and put away wet!' what do you think dear? I said it was an apt expression."
Which of us was she mocking, James wondered, having trouble keeping his thoughts together.
"I feel like something was done to me." He leered at James, "you can't trust birds, can you, get you drunk and think they can have their way with you. Do anything they bloody want! It's a crime, that's what it is!" Well, he was awake and full of the devil, that was clear. James wondered again: 'Who is being mocked here?' Not sure that it was not him on both counts. He just couldn't be sure.
He went to his room to pick up his coat, briefcase and other things. James readied himself to go to the office in a very unsettled, tense frame of mind. On the other hand he had thoroughly enjoyed his participation, or at least his intrusion on their sex life. Thoroughly. It had already sprung back into his mind several times. Valerie's breasts hanging down away from her body into the slings of her bra cups as she bent from the waist before him in the mirror. The almost tangible feel of her riding up and down on Gerald's cock there in the intense darkness. It was breathtaking, except for the uneasy sense that he may have been caught spying. "Well, if I was, she seems to have enjoyed my spying," he decided, at last. Returning downstairs, he found plans had changed.
"Hope you don't mind, James, I need to go a different direction this morning, so Valerie will take you to the office on her way to her jumble-sale job."
"Oh, sure, sure, no problem." He smiled as she bounced down the stairs pulling on her gloves.
"Ready?" she smiled up at James.
James opened the car door for her and waited as she sat into the car and swung her legs into her car. He noticed that she rolled her eyes up to catch him staring at her legs as she swung her legs in. Did she open them just a little wider than necessary? Did she pause just an instant with one in the car and the other still on the ground? He wasn't sure. He closed the door firmly. She was still smiling. It occurred to him that he had to get over the tension of worrying about what she was thinking and go back to just taking things as they come. Still, it wasn't as easy as it usually was. Her thighs looked so invitingly creamy in her tights, her skirt fluffed up to about mid-thigh. James decided to relax and enjoy it, ... whatever the hell was going on.
"We're off!" he intoned, trying to sound his usual bouncy self.
"Right you are. How did you sleep, Mr. Carmody?"
There it was again. His tension level soared.
