Chapter 56, Rushing Home To Betray Hubby
William was going to tie up at the
dock but I told him to sail home and when he wanted a kiss goodbye held up my
wedding ring hand. He handed over my overnight bag and lunch basket. I told him
I’d when ready to sail again if he wanted to which he assured me he did.
He pulled out his pipe and I turned
and walked to a seafood market, called for a cab and purchased two large crabs
and salmon fillets.
When the cab dropped me off I put my
purchases in the refrigerator, stripped and took a long hot shower then brushed
my teeth. It felt great to be home where there was room for everything to be
proper sized. Quickly dressed and in the office by 10 AM my absence alibi was I
took a sailing lesson and was considering buying a sail boat. No one asked.
I left the office to make a special dinner for hubby’s arrival home. In the kitchen I cracked the crab and put the meat in an elbow pasta casserole with grated cheeses, peas, mushrooms and a dash of onions then made a salad. Upstairs I put on the nightie, unused on the boat with a terry cloth robe over it.
In the kitchen I timed the baking of
the casserole and grilled the salmon for hubby’s arrival home. When he walked
in I handed him a glass of wine and told him to go upstairs and shower as we
had a treat to share.
He smelled the casserole, saw the grilled salmon and salad, assumed these were the treat and bent to kiss but I scolded to shower first. While he showered I turned off the stove and grill, went to our bed draining my wine glass, took off the robe and sat on the edge of the bed, legs apart, facing the bathroom in my nightie sans brief.
When he came out
naked holding his empty wine glass in one hand and towel in the other he smiled
His penis jerked alert. I told him I
wanted its entering to be our first contact on his return, inched to the edge
of the bed, lifted my nightie, raised my legs and spread them wide as he
advanced. He followed instructions and our first contact was his penis touching
my vulva lips as he slid in to home base.
At home plate I grasped my legs
around him and pulled him hard down to me and kissed him, without a hint of an
ashtray. We slithered high up on the bed and after a short burst of thrusting
climaxed together his ejaculation our desert before dinner.
We got up, half-dressed, scampered
down as he played towel snap tag then enjoyed the feast with another glass of
wine and brier cheese and grapes.
As he downed a grape he said.
"Gee I always look forward to coming home."
"You better want to come home to me. I’ll always be waiting for you. "
It said without sense of betrayal, which revealed the depth of it.