“Alright babe I’m heading out,” Walter shouted as he opened the door, “when I get home from work we’ll go to the movies, cool?”
“And dinner!” Janet shouted back from the kitchen, “I’ll do my best to be ready on time!”
“Ha!” He shouted back “you know there is no way in hell that’s going to happen!”
“Get out of here before I say something I can’t take back!” She replied as she charged at him playfully.
Walter blew Janet a kiss and closed the door behind him. Janet returned to the kitchen to finish washing the dishes that had piled up in the sink. She thought about her husband and his playful ways which made her smile. She truly loved her husband and considered herself a very lucky woman. To Janet, women are considered lucky to have a man, let alone one that is willing to be the sole provider for the household. Janet had no issues with being an at home wife, since it was a childhood dream of hers. Ever since she was a little girl, she thought of having the type of life that she saw on television. The big strapping husband would come home from work and a beautiful, petite wife would practically float to him and greet him with a kiss. The house would be spotless with a hot meal in the oven. All those television lives were perfect.
Janet did everything she could to keep that image of how life should be alive and well in her household. When Walter got his promotion, she quit her job (per his request), she even quit going to college to pursue her degree in childhood development. Over the course of their four year marriage she began to gain weight due to a combination of daily stress, unemployment and other things. She almost broke down into tears when she stood on that scale and it read “185 lbs”. Oh, how she worried that she was not going to fit the mold of “petite” wife. To Janet, the crash diet, fasting and extra exercise was more than worth it to keep Walter happy, even though she did not tell him about the steps she took to keep her hourglass figure. Nothing on this earth was more important than Walter, her man, her guardian, her king.
Janet dried the last glass in the sink and put away each dish with care, readying her mind for the other chores that she needed to finish throughout the day. As she entered the living room, she looked out the windows toward her rose bushes that were in full bloom. Walter didn’t want the flowers, but she made sure to remind him that she didn’t want to move to their home in Georgia from Oklahoma where her entire family lived and that he owed it to her to make the home as comfortable for her as he could since she had no other support, (other than him). He eventually gave in and huge rose bushes were planted that weekend. *That’s how much he loved me.* She thought. Just past the bushes she could see her neighbors, the Maygroves, arguing on their front porch.
“Cassie keeps getting into arguments with her husband,” Janet said to herself aloud, “honey needs to get it together.” Of course, Janet has bared witness to other men sneaking out of Cassandra Maygroves’ home on a few occasions, but that was none of her business. Besides, if she was to say anything, she may end up as those other people who argue and fight constantly with their neighbors, no, she didn’t want that. She left the Maygroves to their argument as she entered the basement to do the laundry.
Separating the clothes is a tedious job, but it had to get done. Janet passed the time by thinking of the afternoon ahead. A nice dinner at The Acre, an exclusive, reservation only restaurant that she wanted to dine at since it opened nearly four months ago; followed by the movie of her choice “Miracles of Love”. Of course, Walter didn’t like the mushy stuff, but the previews hooked her! A story of a playboy type of guy that falls for a simple homebody female. From the look of the preview, the guy gave up his lifestyle for the woman he loved. The story closely resembled her relationship with Walter and she was eager to see it. The movie debuted the previous Friday and a date between her and Walter was scheduled, but Walter had to work overtime at the last minute. Tonight would be different however, she already mentally picked out the dress she wanted to wear, a short backless black dress that clung to her hips with perfection with her open toed heels. Walter LOVED open toed heels, so much in fact that her closet seemed to overflow with them! She laughed to herself thinking about how she looked in heels, each time Walter saw them on her, he would freeze in his tracks and do a corny jaw drop stare.
As she finished separating the whites she heard a loud thumping sound coming from upstairs. Initially, she ignored the thumping and continued her work, but the thumping became for rapid, almost impatient sounding. She threw the whites along with a little bleach in the washing machine and hurried upstairs toward the noise. The sound increased with each step she took until she reached the living room. Once upstairs she was able to identify the sound as knocking, not thumping. Janet remembered that she ordered some new clothes online and hoped that she wasn’t missing her delivery. She ran toward the front door and opened it with haste.
“Hey! I’m here! Don’t go just ye-!”
Janet saw a very angry George Maygrove standing in her doorway. The large man stood quivering with anger, his face red as the blood flushed his skin, his hands were clenched into fists.
“Where’s Walter?” He said immediately, “I need to have a word with him.”
“Mr. Maygrove, I-I uh, Walter is at work, is everything ok?” Janet asked worryingly.
“No, everythings not ok! I need to see that motherfucker!”
“Please George calm down, come inside.” She stepped aside and allowed George Maygrove in. He entered the living room and sat on the sofa, his eyes roved around constantly as though he expected Walter to emerge from any door.
Janet entered the kitchen and poured George a cup of water. She approached him and offered the drink which he took without a word. He gulped the contents down like a man in a desert would. She sat down next to him.
“I saw that you and Cassie were arguing earlier. Does this have anything to do with Walter?”
“Well,” he said through clenched teeth, “if you consider your husband fucking my wife then yep, it’s SOMETHING!”
Janet was taken aback, unsure of what was just told to her. “What?”
“Yep, that’s right! Found out about the shit this morning. The bitch left her cell phone unlocked and I needed her mother’s number, I’m planning her birthday next week….well, I WAS planning it. I saw a number on her phone that I didn’t recognize very well so I checked the texts. I had a feeling for a while that she had something going on, but I never really caught her ya know? I knew what she was up to but wanted to confirm it. But sure as shit, I saw it! W-A sending texts to her… shit like ‘last night was amazing! ‘Hey sexy’ ‘Can I see you?’ W-A! The only WA I know is Walter Alton. Your husband!”
Janet remained dumbfounded on the sofa next to George Maygrove, a thousand thoughts flooded her mind. She thought of all the sacrifices, lost time, lost career opportunities, leaving her family behind all for the betterment of her marriage. She searched for words to say but found none. George looked at her face and saw the destruction his words caused. He too, found himself lost for words.
“Are-are you sure it was Walter?”
“Yeah,” he sighed, “when I put the initials together, I asked her outright, she confessed to everything, midday rendezvous, sneaky little texts they sent each other, the last time they were together was last Friday, a day I had to pull a double shift at the plant.”
Janet’s heart froze in her chest. Last Friday Walter told her that he couldn’t make their movie date because of work obligations, now she knows he was …with her. A tear slipped out of her eye and trickled down her cheek. Janet stared blankly at the carpeted floor searching for words to say, her mouth opened several times to speak, but no words left her lips. Witnessing her obvious hurt, George placed an arm around her shoulder and sat quietly for a few minutes.
“I’m sorry you had to find out like this, I came over here ready to beat your husband’s face in, but I never stopped to think how this will affect you.”
Janet thanked him for attempting to comfort her and asked if he wanted something else to drink, but he refused. George stood and put his empty cup in the kitchen sink. When he turned around, Janet was behind him, eyes reddened from crying. “Once again,” he said to her, “I’m sorry, I’m gonna head on out. But your husband is not off the hook with me.” As he tried to walk past her she blocked his way and began to unbutton his shirt. He grabbed her hands before she could get too far.
“You sure about this?” As he raised an eyebrow quizzically.
“I’ve never been surer of anything in recent years.” She replied.
Janet jerked George’s shirt from his shoulders and began to unzip his pants. He grabbed her once again and slung her against the kitchen sink, pinning her against the counter top. With a bit of force, he pushed her head over the sink and slipped her white lace panties to one side under her sundress. He pulled out his penis and entered her from behind as she moaned and gripped the faucet. George began to thrust harder and harder each moment while clutching tufts of her hair in his tightly clenched hands. The passion was intense as both George and Janet took out their frustrations on each other. Beads of sweat fell from George’s forehead onto the back of Janet’s dress causing a damp spot. Janet could feel that George was nearing his climax by the speed and intensity of his pumping hips. She began to push back against him, ready to receive his fluid. George jerked Janet’s hair savagely, causing her head to snap back nearly giving her a whiplash as he ejaculated.
Hot fluid filled Janet as she continued to hang over the sink. A smile crept across her lips as she felt George’s manhood slide out of her. She remained bent over the sink reminiscing about the incident that just happened between them. She could hear George zipping his pants back up, once he was finished, he turned her around to face him; their eyes locked.
Sweat streaming down his face George asked her, “how long have we been doing this?”
Janet smiled, adjusting her dress and undergarments, “About a year now, do you want to stop?”
“Oh no!” He replied quickly, “are you going to tell Walter? Cuz I haven’t said shit to Cassie!”
“I haven’t said a word to Walter, and I don’t plan on it, I don’t plan on telling him about what you found out with him and Cassie either. On another note, you got to finish just now, but I didn’t, can you do a round two later today?”
Walter smiled broadly as he walked closer her, kissing Janet sweetly on the lips. “Our usual spot tonight at about eleven-thirty or so?”
“I’ll see you then.” She said softly.
George finished buttoning his shirt and walked toward the front door, after giving Janet a parting kiss and a slight pat on her ass, he left the home. Janet stood on the front porch and watched George walk away. With a short giggle to herself, Janet entered her home, quickly in route to the basement because; after George’s visit, her panties had a few more stains that the washing machine needed to take care of.
END
