Authors: Unknown
“Can’t believe I let you talk me
into…” Jordan shook his head slowly.
“Whoa, look!” Macgregor’s sharp
whisper made him look up. “Here she comes.”
“Huh-who?” He looked left and
right.
“Your Amazon Goddess.”
Dave’s eyes went wide as he turned
slightly to look over his shoulder at the woman walking into the cafeteria.
The tall young woman moved as if in
slow motion, gliding across the floor like she were on a pair of skates. The
golden halo of her shining hair swirling around her beautiful face and cascading
down her rounder shoulders and supple back gave her the look of an angel in
flight. The form fitting dark grey business suit she wore delineated every
aesthetic curve of her attractive young body, drawing every pair of eyes as a
flame would a moth.
“Earth to Captain Jordan.” Mackie
whispered with a snigger. “Can anybody hear me? Come in, Jordan… before you
crash this ship.”
“Shut it, Mack.” Dave clenched his
teeth, but his eyes tracked the tall, sexy woman walking past them.
“You can have her, Dave.” The
redheaded freckle face laughed softly. “All you gotta do is grow a pair.”
“I’m fine, Mackie.” Jordan closed
his eyes and sighed.
“No, you’re killing yourself… and
taking us wi…” Macgregor almost growled.
“Yeah, I heard you say that all
morning.” Jordan snapped back. “Now give me that number to your snoop… and
let’s get to work.”
“That’s the stuff.” Macgregor
reached forward and patted his larger friend’s broad shoulder. “Atta boy,
Davey… it’s great to have my wingman back.”
“I’m not your fucking wingman.”
***
“What the fuck… I can’t believe
this.” Jordan exploded, holding the post card sized picture close to his eyes.
“The rest of the proof’s in the
package…” The small man in a jacket and baseball cap stabbed a finger at the
small bundle wrapped in paper he held.
“I know that, pal.” Jordan said
through clenched teeth, glaring at the private detective. “Alright, how much do
I owe you?”
“It’s fine… Mackie called in a
favor.”
“But I…” Jordan leaned back as the
other man stood up to leave.
“Don’t sweat it, Mr. Jordan.” The
man whispered before turning away. “You’ll probably never see me again.”
“Well, I sure hope so.” He glanced
around at the near empty diner and picked up the package the detective had
handed over to him.
His hands shook as he opened the
bulky envelope. The rest of the photographs were inside a plastic wrap. He was
stunned by the first one the detective had shown him. He felt a sharp emptiness
in his stomach. Melanie was cheating on him. But why? What was he not giving
her to make her do this? And that too with another woman. Was she a lesbian?
Was she one all along or did she discover it lately?
He threw back his head and let out
an exasperated laugh. The rest of the photos were of the same quality as the
first one. Very poor lighting and fuzzy in some places. He could make out
Melanie in the pictures but not the other woman, assuming it was the same one
and the only other one. She could have had more lovers, but the one in these
pictures looked the same. Most of the pictures were long shots and a few close
ups of Melanie’s face. In some they were kissing, in others they were doing a
lot more than kissing and fondling. The background looked like someone’s
private condo in the high rent area. Probably along the coast.
He gripped at the café table with
both hands, resisting the urge to rip it off the floor. He realized his
marriage was over. But why? It hurt like hell. He was still deeply in love with
her, even after seeing these pictures. At least it was not another man; he took
that as a consolation. But the fact she was cheating on him with another person
still tore him apart. It didn’t matter who the other woman was, he couldn’t do
anything about it. If it were a guy he might have slugged it out, but if it was
what Melanie wanted he knew no matter what he did, he would still lose her.
“What did I do to deserve this?” He
buried his face in his palms.
“Is everything all right, sir?” A
soft voice made him jerk up.
“Huh… oh, yes… I’m alright.” He
looked up at the young doe-eyed waitress. She could be a good one to start
with, he thought, but controlled himself. “Bad day at work… but I’m good, thank
you.”
“Oh, okay.” She gave him a warm
smile. “Can I get you something?”
“I’ve kind of lost my appetite.”
“Apple pie always works.” The
waitress nodded. “May I offer you a slice, on the house?”
“Sure, why not.” He smiled at her,
stuffing the photos back into the paper bag. “Thank you, Miss.”
***
“Sure, I’ll thank him for you.”
Macgregor’s squeaky voice sounded over the phone.
“But you didn’t have to pay the guy
for me.” Jordan protested, clutching at the paper packet as he spoke.
“I didn’t.” His friend replied with
a laugh. “He owed me. Now tell me, did he find any dirt.”
“Uh, yeah… well, no.” Jordan’s
tone went down.
“Fuck, Dave.” Macgregor yelled.
“Quit lying. I know you too well. What did he find?”
“I don’t know.” He replied
plaintively.
“Don’t be a prick, Davey.” His
friend demanded over the phone. “Spill it now.”
“Well, yeah. She’s dirty.” Jordan
admitted with a sigh.
“Hammer-time.” He could hear the
jubilation in the redhead’s voice. “The Mack is never wrong.”
“Well, yeah.” Jordan gnashed his
teeth, refraining from the urge to hurl every expletive he knew at Macgregor.
“So do we know the guy… what are we
gonna do now, bud?”
“No, I don’t know the guy. And we
are not doing anything.” Jordan whispered sharply, looking around the street as
we walked up to a parked cab. “I’m going to confront Melanie and deal with it
like man.”
“Sure, I’m with you there.” Macgregor
replied confidently. “And if you need to pop this guy one, I can round up the
boys.”
“I don’t need to pop anyone,
Mackie.” Jordan groaned as he stepped into the cab. “Forget about this, okay.
I’ll deal with it and be back to work on Monday.”
“Whatever you say, Dave.” His
friend and colleague said comfortingly. “I just want you back the way you were.
Peace out.”
Jordan switched off the phone and
slipped it into his pocket. The cab turned onto his street and he made it stop
half a mile away from his house. He needed to walk down the rest of the way, to
think over things, to prep himself for the showdown. Stepping out, he looked up
at the overcast sky and steeled himself. He wasn’t ready to let her go, and
neither was he going to let anyone else have her, be it a man or woman. Melanie
was his and his alone.
When he reached the front door of
his house, the lights were on inside. She was home. He opened the door and
walked in, trying to appear as normal as he could.
“Hi, honey.” He called out. “I’m
home.”
“Hi, baby.” She peered out of the
kitchen. “How was the game?”
“It was fine.” He casually tossed
the keys over the table.
“Just fine?” She looked at him
intently. “Who won?”
“I don’t know…” he scratched his
head and took a beer from the fridge. “Couldn’t really focus on it, too much
work pressure.”
“You should’ve watched the game on
TV, it’s more relaxing that way.” Melanie advised him casually.
“Maybe I will from now on?” He eyed
her as she busied herself around the kitchen. “I think I’ll be staying at home
over the weekends more often.”
“Sounds good, honey.” She replied,
putting away a few things into the shelves. “You’re working way too hard and
need to relax more.”
“So how’s the new yoga classes you
sighed up for… any good?” He asked her suddenly, watching for her reaction.
“Would it work for me if I took up on it?”
“It’s okay… a bit awkward at
first.” She turned around and faced him with a smile. “You won’t have the
patience for it, honey, it’s all about meditation and sitting still… and you’re
such a livewire all the time.”
“Yeah, I’m alive… a live wire.” He
grinned, staring into her blue eyes. “How about we go out tomorrow for dinner?”
“Oh, I’d love to, honey…” She
looked away, wringing her dainty hands together.
“But…” He urged her on.
“I’m so sorry…” She looked at him
almost apologetically. “I promised my book reading club I’d be doing the
analytical overview on the new book by Helga Ottomeier.”
“Book reading club?” He gave her a
surprised look.
“Yes, I found them on the internet
last week.” Melanie smiled brightly, running her hands through her sandy hair.
“Can you imagine, they’re right here, barely a mile away? And all this time I
didn’t know.”
“Yeah, neither did I.” Jordan
grinned exaggeratedly. “Life’s so full of surprises.”
“It is, isn’t it?” She nodded,
focusing on folding the napkins.
“So I guess I’ll be all alone in
the evening on a Sunday.” He said, stretching out his arms over his head.
“Why don’t you go out with your
buddies, Dave?”
“I see their ugly faces all week at
work… I think I’ll spare myself that on the weekends.”
“Well, you can watch something on
TV then, until I get back.” She eyed him curiously.
“Sure, TV’s good.” Ho nodded and
picked up a magazine from the kitchen table. “How about some quality time
tonight then.”
“Yeah… about that… I’ve got a
slight headache going on, Dave, I’m sorry.” She chewed on her lower lip and
waved her hands around. “It must be from all the work I’m doing on our blog.”
“Hey, sure – no worries.” He smiled
generously, sensing her obvious discomfort. “We’ve got the rest of our lives
for that.”
“Oh, you’re so understanding, Dave…
that’s why I love you so much.” She gushed, throwing her arms around his neck
and kissing him on the cheek.
“And I love you too, baby.” He
smiled and caressed her arm. “You go on up to bed… I’ll just have a few more
beers and think over stuff.”
“You going to be okay?”
“Never better.”
***
“It could be worse.” He thought,
turning his face up at the light drizzle. “At least it’s not raining too hard.”
The large condominium looming
before him was in the high rent district. Probably owned outright by the person
inside. It was on the cliff over looking the coast and the same one as in the
photographs. Melanie had gotten off her cab just before the gates and walked
inside barely a minute before the rain started. He peered in after her,
watching her silhouette against the rain as she ran up the stairs and through
the open door. Her lover was expecting her. This place was much farther away
than the book club she had mentioned the day before.
Jordan had decided that it would be
a better option to catch her red handed in the act than using the photographs
and having her lie her way out. So when she had left the house at four that
afternoon, he decided to follow her. And he was right. She took a cab and he
followed her in another. Taking his own car didn’t seem like a good idea. If
she would happen to spot it, his game would be up. Something about all this
excited him. He felt like he was in some detective novel he had read as a kid.
But then the fact that he was going to spy on his own wife depressed him. He
loped off in the same direction and approached the door slowly.
This time it did not open. It was
shut tight from the inside. He looked around. One of the trees formed a natural
ladder up to the first floor windows and Jordan decided to climb up. He stepped
off the branches and walked along the ledge until he came up to a window. The
room was empty. He moved on to the next and the one after. The third room had a
large bed on it. And two people were inside. It was a bit dark, but he could
make out Melanie’s sandy hair and curvy body. The other woman was blonde and
facing away from the window.
The two women were stripped down to
their waists and sitting on the bed, kissing each other and fondling their
breasts. He could see Melanie’s face, and recognized the passion she had when
they were newly married. Jordan couldn’t take it any more. He looked around for
a way in. He had to catch her in the act. The window wasn’t locked, just
closed. He took a deep breath and crossed his fingers. The pane silently slid
aside and he sneaked in like a cat burglar. His huge frame went through with
some effort and he found himself crouching in the dim room, his half naked wife
fooling around with another woman before his eyes.
“Oh, baby.” Melanie moaned. “Oh,
this is so good.”
“Yes, love.” The other woman, her
hack still to him, replied throatily. “And it only gets better.”
“Or worse.” Jordan growled, making
the two women jump up and off the bed.
“Dave?” Melanie cried out in shock,
her arms instinctively covering her breasts.
“David Jordan?” The other woman,
her hands across her own naked breasts as well, whispered in surprise.
Dave stood for a moment with his
mouth wide open, in as much shock as the two women.
“You know him?” The two topless
women asked each other in unison, their eyes wide in horror.
“I… what?” Jordan staggered back.
“What the fuck is going on… Miss Pierce?”
“He’s my husband.” Melanie gasped,
staring at him and her in turns.
“He works at my office.” Diana
Pierce said breathlessly. “I didn’t know…”
Jordan took a moment for his head
to stop spinning. He felt like he had a stroke. This was beyond believable. His
wife was having an affair. With another woman. And the other woman was the one
he was lusting after for over two years. He shook his head hard and focused on
his wife, ignoring the other woman for the moment.
“Melanie… Melanie, how could you?”
He shook his head and dropped to his knees. “I’m shattered, totally shattered.”
“Dave… I… I’m so sorry.” Melanie
babbled, taking a step closer to him.
“But why… and with her?”
“I’ve been meaning to tell you,
baby.” Melanie almost sobbed. “But I didn’t want to break your heart.”
“Break my…” He felt a surge of
anger. “So tearing it out and ripping it to pieces was better. Huh?”
“Baby… I… oh, Davey.”
“Why’d you even marry me, Mel?” He
groaned painfully. “If you like to do it with women?”
“I love you, Davey.” She said,
almost touching him as he sat on his haunches with his head in his hands.
“Love… what love are you talking
about?” He gnashed his teeth.
“She loves you, Dave.” Diana spoke
up. “I know I have no business butting in here…”
“Miss Pierce, I can’t believe it’s
you… this must be some kind of hallucination…”
“Yes, it’s me, Dave.” The tall
blonde woman said authoritatively. “The same Diana Pierce that you’ve been
admiring since I joined Montello Motors.”
“Well… I just admired you, like one
of the sports cars we sell.”
“Since I understand the business,
I’ll take it as a compliment.” She smiled. “But I… we owe you an explanation.”
“Yes, baby… you see, I am not a
Lesbian… I am bisexual.” Melanie said hesitantly.
“Huh?” He stared at her as if she
said she was an alien from another world.
“She means that we prefer the
company of men and woman alike.” Diana offered carefully.
“I know what a bisexual is.” Jordan
almost snapped back. “But lately it seemed you couldn’t care about us, Mel.”
“I’m sorry, baby.” His wife looked
away with tears in her eyes. “I was coming to terms with this myself. I met
Diana online and we had so much in common… I just had to do this, or else I was
losing my mind.”
“Well, I almost lost mine too.” He
sighed as Melanie placed her hands on his shoulders and kissed him.
“Don’t worry baby.” She said,
blowing into his ear. “It’s just a phase, I’m guessing, you and I are going to
be back like we were pretty soon.”
“And no time’s better than the
present.” Diana grinned.
“What?” Melanie and her husband
said in unison.
“Well, Dave, your lovely wife
cheated on you… and you have the right to cheat on her.”
“I’m pretty much okay with her
owning up…” Jordan shook his head and shrugged.
“Tell me, honestly, David Jordan.”
Diana stood with her hands on her hips, letting her perfect breasts exposed to
his awestruck eyes. “Have you never admired me so much that you’ve fantasized
doing it with me… while you rubbed one out in the company restroom?”
“What the fuck…” Jordan was taken
by surprise.
“That’s fine, honey.” Melanie
smiled at him patronizingly. “It’s perfectly normal.”
“I’m betting you have.’ Diana
smirked. “And I like you too, Dave… I just don’t like getting too close to
anyone at work… not even to Mr. Montello himself.”
“Um, well, everyone at work…”
Jordan eyed her curiously.
“If everyone at work amounts to
that lizard you call a friend, then yes, everyone at work thinks I’m sleeping
with Saul Montello.” She said with a laugh.
“You mean Mackie’s making up…” He
looked at her in awe.
“You should be a better judge of
that, since you know him for more than two thirds of your life.” She said
almost with a sneer. “But enough of that… here’s the truth - I am as much a
bisexual as your sweet wife here and I really, really like her.”
“I like you too, Di.” Melanie blew
the hot blonde a kiss. “A lot.”
“And I like you as well, Dave.”
Diana stared him right in the eye. “So here’s what I propose so that we all
come out winners here... you’re welcome to join us in a threesome.”
Jordan stood still for a few
minutes, frozen in place, letting her words sink in. He felt like the blow from
a heavy boxer had landed on his face.
“Earth to Davey.” Melanie’s voice
rang in his head. “It’s fine, honey. It’s going to be fun… I’d love to see you
fuck another woman… especially one as awesome as Diana.”
Jordan took another minute as his
brow furrowed with his brain going overtime trying to process all that was
going on. It had to be a dream, or some kind of trick. Was he on a prank
reality show? This was too good to be true. He looked up at Melanie and then at
Diana. The two most beautiful women he knew were smiling at him expectantly. He
could hear his own heart thumping against his temples. Taking a deep breath he
sat down on the edge of the bed.
“I know this may be a little too
much for you, Mr. Jordan.” Diana said as she undid her skirt. “So Melanie and I
are going to get started. You can watch us and join in at any time you wish.”
“It’s all right, honey.” Melanie
smiled sweetly. ‘It’s all good.”
Jordan nodded dumbly as his wife
stripped nude before him and lay down on the bed beside the other naked woman
of his dreams. Their curvaceous naked bodies gleamed in the soothing light as
the two women embraced and kissed before his widened eyes. He watched Melanie
kissing the woman he had lusted for ever since he saw her with more passion
than he had ever known. Their slender, delicate bodies drove a fierce desire
through him and he felt the familiar sensation of pleasure surging in him as
the blood rushed into his loins.
“Your wife is a treasure, Mr.
Jordan.” Diana purred as she stroked Melanie’s wet pussy. “If I weren’t a
woman, I would be so jealous of you.”
“If Diana’s the woman you’ve been
lusting for, honey.” Melanie moaned, looking him right in the eye. “Then I
don’t blame you… she’s a goddess on Earth.”
Their moans of passion filled the
room as the women brazenly explored each other’s pleasure zones before his
astonished eyes. If he had thought himself a great lover of women, he discovered
he had a lot to learn. The level of passion he witnessed showed him that only a
woman could fully satisfy another woman. He watched them intently, even as his
own passion reached near to bursting, he intended to learn as much as he could.
He watched wide eyed as Diana
spread her legs and began to slide in between his wife’s accommodating thighs
until their tender pussies were pressed against each other. The tall blonde
shivered as her clit met her lover’s. Melanie smiled at her husband and began
churning her hips, getting her pussy to swirl around Diana’s. The women grabbed
one another’s ankles and pushed against each other, squashing their pelvises
together. Their dripping pussies slipped and slid as they stimulated their
hips, moving like exotic dancers. Melanie gasped and giggled as her clit
brushed over Diana’s sensitive little love knob. They began to writhe and
squirm against each other, their movements getting frenetic with every second,
and their breaths coming in short and irregular bursts. They squeezed into each
other, increasing in intensity until their bodies stiffened suddenly. Their
concurrent orgasms made both women shriek out, sobbing and whimpering as their
sexy bodies shuddered with violent release.
Jordan had never seen anything like
this and neither was he prepared to ever do so. His cock strained hard against
his crotch and began to throb painfully. His hand absently stroked himself over
his jeans as he watched his wife and the hot blonde performing for him.
“Come on, honey, join us.” Melanie
said seductively. “You can’t pass this up. I want you to fuck Diana… and then
fuck me after her.”
Her sultry, lust-driven voice took
him over the edge and he ripped off all his clothes. His heavy breathing made
his muscular chest heave and his flat belly tremble. He freed his ten inch cock
to throb wildly before him, rock hard and alive with veins bulging.
“Come on, Melanie.” Diana said
huskily. “Let’s play a duet on that beautiful instrument.”