I toss and turn in my bed. I can't sleep. I get up, slip on my satin robe and start to roam the hallways. I peek in Roy's room. Allen is flopped across the bed, his mouth open, snoring loudly. I smile at the sight. Tonight I gave him what will surely be the most intense sexual experience of his life. I look up and down his body. So young, so glorious. I tuck my hair behind my ear and lean down toward him.
"Thank you," I whisper. I wonder if he knows how much I love this taboo relationship as much as he does. He stirs a bit, but instantly falls asleep again. I make my way out of the room and continue down the stairs. The house seems so open, so empty. I make my way to the kitchen and pour a glass of wine. Leaning on the counter, sipping slowly, I reminisce about the feel of Allen's body against mine. I moan grows low in my throat and I close my eyes. Having him under my sexual power is just what I need. My husband has made me feel so powerless over the last few years, especially after I caught him sleeping with his co-worker a few months ago.
I am pulled from my bittersweet thoughts by the squeak of the doorknob. Shit! I scurry towards the stairs and hide behind the banister. I peer through the railing and watch as Roy tiptoes inside. He closes the door slowly and carefully and makes his way towards me. I duck low, completely out of sight. As he makes his way up the stairs, it takes everything in my power not to giggle at his horrible attempt of being quiet. He is so clunky when he walks. I hear his bedroom door close, and I know I'm in the clear.
Instantly I make my way to the phone and call Sharon.
"Hello?"
"Hey there. So, how did it go?"
"It was fine until my son called. Roy doesn't know how to stay quiet!"
A sense of panic grows in my midsection. "What are you talking about?"
"Allen called to let me know he was staying the night, and Roy insisted on asking me a million questions while I tried to remain calm."
"Oh shit, do you think our cover is blown?"
"No, I don't think so. We will have to see in the morning. You will have to remain casual with Allen. Read him, see if he knows anything."
"Yeah, I will."
"Okay. Despite all that, this is really fun!"
"I know. I had the most amazing time with your son tonight."
"Likewise. Alright, go to bed. We can talk in the morning."
"Bye, Sharon."
I hang up the phone and cautiously make my way back upstairs to my bedroom. I pause by Roy's door. I hear whispering.
"Where the hell were you tonight, man?" Allen seems angry.
"Nowhere. Go to bed."
The whispering ceases. I slip into my room, and lay in my lonely king size bed. I try to calm my nerves and slowly drift off to sleep.
The next morning I come downstairs and see the boys eating cereal. Allen glances at me, his face deadpan. I try to remain calm.
"Good morning, guys."
"Good morning," Allen says, turning his gaze to Roy. I proceed to make some coffee and pour myself a cup. I sit next to Allen and brush my knee against his thigh. He shutters a bit and struggles to hide a smile. This comforts me. Maybe he doesn't know anything.
