Ahhhhhhh.... The relief flooded over me instantly. I stood over the bowl, my bladder releasing. The loud splash as the relieving sensation washed over me almost orgasmically.
Luxuriating in the relief, I was surprised by whimpering sexy moans coming from the connected bedroom.
The cue at the downstairs loo, drove me up to use the master. Unfamiliar with the house, I walked in the first open door I found.
Unbeknownst to me, it was a Jack and Jill bathroom. The bedroom I walked in through, wasn't the master.
I smirked listening to the obvious sounds of very passionate lovemaking. It was suddenly a different urge that drove me. Slowly I eased open the door leading into the master.
Holy fuck... It was two women, one being fucked fiercely by a young woman. I felt my heart racing, apart from a little porn on the internet, I had never seen women kissing...
This was so passionate, it was like they were eating each others faces, starting with the mouth. Jesus... Their cheeks bulged obscenely as their tongues probed and swirled.
My heart, which had been pumping furiously... Stopped, frozen in complete shock.
The woman backed up against the wall, being sexually assaulted was my wife Sophie...
That's a lie, she wasn't being assaulted, she was a willing recipient of the young woman's tongue and fingers.
Yes, her pussy was full of the young woman's fingers as they plunged in and out of her squelching slushy vagina...
Her whimpers muffled by her assailants mouth, clear evidence of her arousal and enjoyment.
With her arms locked around the younger woman's neck, holding on tightly, an even more valid confirmation of her culpability. She clung to her so tightly, it looked like she was afraid to let go. She wanted it, she wasn't being forced.
Her dress pushed up, her panties revealed pushed down to her knees, and the naked leg of her assailant pressed up inside hers, as they rocked and bucked jerkily together.
Sophie's hips jerked spasmodically as she thrust against the other girls raiding fingers. She was so wet, the girls fingers glistened with her juices. The squelchy sloshy sounds of ecstasy, another nail in her coffin.
It was fierce and passionate.
I could hear Sophie's, cries, muffled as they were by the other woman's mouth. She was close to orgasm, I knew her body well enough to understand.
Shocked, mortified... None of those described my emotions. Anger, yes I was angry all right. Totally stunned, oh yes, I had that in bucket loads.
I stumbled back through the other door, out into the hall way.
Bouncing from wall to wall I staggered down the dimly lit stairs.
Through the mass of party goers in the living room, and out into the cool air of the dying evening.
Thank god my heart had restarted.
"You okay mate?" Pete, my friend asked, his hand resting comfortingly on my shoulder. "You look like shit dude."
"Yeah, sorry. I'm feeling a bit weird." I muttered, words seemingly impossible to unravel.
His hand, slid off my shoulder, and he pushed me towards the bar. "Lets grab you a beer, that's gonna help."
"Cheers bro." I said unable to offer anything more sensible.
He dragged a cool beer from the chilly bin, flipped off the lid, and passed it to me. "Stand over in the shade bro. Take a break."
It sounded like good advice. I found a spot under a twisted droopy weeping willow tree. In the shadows, I leaned back against the rough bark and took a long drag on my beer.
What the fuck was that all about? Sophie in our two and a half year marriage, had never once hinted at any interest in women... Was she bi? What did that make me...
Seeing them together, it was clear that wasn't a first time meeting, and who the fuck was that woman, well girl really. She must have been barely nineteen.
Sophie and I had been married just over two years. During that time, I had met most of her friends, at least the ones she introduced me to.
None of which I knew, were bi, or gay. They were mostly married... I tried to unlock memories, was there something I missed... Was there a clue that I had passed over?
None of it made sense, shit, she talked endlessly about starting a family. I was the one who stalled the talk of children. I was the one who said, we needed to focus on buying a house, building a home. I didn't want to bring a child into the world without having our own place, somewhere we could all grow together.
My parents divorced when I was about twelve, and it broke my heart. Seeing Dad only occasionally on weekends and holidays had been painful.
I did love him, but I also hated him for walking away from our family. He lived with a girl much younger than Mum, who was left to raise us kids by herself.
My Mum, was an incredible woman, working tirelessly to raise us kids. She did her best to ensure we had everything we needed.
It was my fathers reluctance to give my mother money for us that hurt. I heard her arguing bitterly with him when they thought we were in bed. I could still hear him complaining that he had a new family, and they had needs as well.
Yeah, that was all right for him, but what about us? He was a fucking arsehole, but he was also my Dad, so I was stuck between loving and hating him.
Now where the fuck was I? Was Sophie just using me as a sperm donor? When I thought about how hard she pushed for us to start a family, it did make me think...
Maybe, it was all just a ruse.
I finished my beer, and was hallway through the next one, when I saw Sophie wander out into the crowd. She looked as she always did. Her short blonde curly hair, glistening in the sun. Her short floral printed dress swishing in the breeze as her long legs carried her effortlessly.
She moved gracefully, her slender frame gliding effortlessly. God she was a sensuous gorgeous creature. Her eyes shone in the late afternoon sun, her long lashes fluttering. Her mouth, now freshly coated with a new layer of her favourite creamy lipstick. It only made her lips look fuller, riper, and yes. So damn kissable.
She might not be a stand out beauty, like the world didn't stop when she walked into a room or anything. She wasn't beautiful in that sense. She did however have an aura of sensuality, it radiated, and she had no trouble attracting attention if she was in the mood.
She mingled, laughed and chatted with people as she walked through our massed friends.
She was looking for somebody, probably me.
I stayed in the shadow of the big old weepy willow.
That's when I saw the young girl, her lover saunter outside. She pretended to mingle, but walked straight to Sophie, and slipped her arm around her waist as she guided her to the bar. I watched as they found some vodka premix drinks which I had carried in for her. They were Sophie's favourite. The pair gazed lovingly into each others eyes as they clinked the bottles together in a licentious toast...
Yeah you cheating bitch... I know, and you can get fucked... At that point I could have happily strangled her. The only thing holding me in check was embarrassment and the fear of humiliation. To confront her there and then, Would mean exposing myself as having lost my wife to a woman...
Fuck, the thought angered me. I couldn't hear what was being said, as they leaned close together, whispering in each others ear.
They did however wander inside, her lovers arm never moving from it's guiding position around her waist. Her hand sliding down to massage Sophie's bum as they walked.
I'd seen enough, I couldn't function well enough to talk to anybody, and if Sophie found me, I knew I couldn't contain my anger.
Instead, I chose the cowards option and I walked carefully down the side of the house, quietly without talking to anybody. Slinking away like a criminal. Out to our little Corolla. Fuck her, fuck her to hell and back. Firing up the little car. I drove off, abandoning her to find her own way home. Yeah, fuck her. Everybody was going to laugh their fucking tits off at my expense. Lost his wife to a woman... Couldn't satisfy her...
All these thoughts drove my anxiety through the roof. At home, I charged around our little flat. She would come home eventually, and I wasn't up for that, not yet anyway. I needed time to clear my thoughts. Decide what to do.
Money, fuck we hardly had any. We were saving everything towards a house. We had about sixteen grand, that was it. We had only the one car, hardly any furniture.
It was all a joke, a fucking lie. This wasn't our home, it was a lair, where she used me to get pregnant. I constantly had to remind her to take her pill. She didn't even take contraception when we met.
The desire to just get out, go somewhere became overwhelming. Claustrophobia must feel like this, like the walls were closing in. Stifling me, stealing my oxygen.
I found my old camping gear in the spare room, and loaded it into the car. Yeah fuck this. I was getting out. I needed time...
I packed quickly, grabbed a pan and some plates. Food from the freezer, clothes. My laptop, and guitar and I was gone. I didn't know where to, all I knew was I couldn't face her.
Cable bay was an old favourite camping spot. This time of year the camp ground would be pretty much empty. Driving past the wholesalers, I stopped in and brought a box, a bottle of Jamieson's, two bags of ice, and a couple of bottles of coke.
I was just driving through Atawhai, when my phone rang. I went to hit, end call, but pressed the wrong button. "Prentiss, where are you babe. I've looked everywhere. Pete said he saw you, but you didn't look well. "
Words dried up in my mouth, fuck I loved her so much, she was way out of my league, and I felt so proud that she was mine. Now hearing her melodious creamy voice, I battled to hold back tears.
"Prentiss, where are you babe, is something wrong... Are you ill?"
"Fuck you." I screamed, all the pent up emotions raged through me, and I screamed at full noise. "Just fuck you, fuck you to hell and back."
"Prentiss, what's going on?" I sensed her shock, mostly because I never yelled, never lost my cool. Certainly not at her.
"What's going on is you're a cheating fucking slut and I hope you burn in hell. Fuck you bitch." I disconnected my phone, as the car weaved crazily. Oh how I wished it was like those old fashioned phones you could smash down in the cradle deafening the person at the other end. My eyes flooded with tears so thick I could hardly keep them dry. Horns tooted, as I gave the snarling driver the finger.
It forced me to pull over before I crashed. My phone rang again, then again. I turned the volume down before sliding the car back into gear and driving. I wanted to be at the camp ground before dark.
Jesus, I was surprised by the number of campers. I guess families were making the most of a late summer / Autumn. The weather still warm.
