Chapter 59, Caught In The Act
The next week, just before noon, as usual, I arrived at William's for our ritual romp with a view on his finished deck. Crossing the Narrows Bridge I reflected on how it once collapsed in a wind storm, an ominous premonition.
Am I being followed? Have I covered everything? I’ll pull off the road and see if anyone else does.
Stopping at a gas station I went through my pedantic circumspection checklist as I pumped gas. No insinuation of a slip up came to mind. Each possible exposure hazard was refuted and as the gas nozzle bucked back indicating a full tank it was obvious no one was following. With recouped confidence I banished my foreboding and drove back on the highway to William’s.
always he stood by the living room bay window for my arrival, pushed the garage
door opener when I drove in the driveway, went to the garage stairs top landing
to greet me as I drove in the garage, pushed the garage door button as I parked
and the garage door rumbled down as I alighted. At the top of the stairs he
greeted me with a kiss and a glass of wine.
After wine, cheese, and admiration of the new deck we went to his bedroom, the door closed but ajar. After my top mount we rolled over for his fastidious finish. We looked at one another as he moved slowly in and out to avoid a premature ejaculation.
To extend play time he periodically ceased movement to let his penis calm down. Sometimes he would even stiffen and jerk it out for a little respite.
He suddenly stiffened and jerked it out. I smiled to encourage his reentry when calmed but his face flashed fear. He arched back. He was listening to something awry.
He jumped up and turned to face her. She took off and threw a peach colored pump which hit the head board above me, a near miss. She flung the other with better aim as I sat up hitting my shoulder hard as she screamed,
"Bitch, you fucking whore!"
As she collapsed in a heap on the floor, William rushed naked, except for the condom on his withering penis, to her. She lay crumpled, sobbing over and over, "You bastard!" until it became a whimper.
He tried to hold her but she pushed him away. He sat naked next to her as she sobbed while he pleaded over and over.