Cheater, cheater . . . : 23 stories of adultery, cuckolding, and hotwifing (Anthologies of Infidelity) by Dylan Chase

Author:Dylan Chase [Chase, Dylan]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: PMI
Published: 2022-10-16T00:00:00+00:00

License to Cheat

I was out for a flooded basement call in the hilly rise of houses tucked behind Willowgate Mall and had time to drop a chai latte off to surprise Lena, my wife. She manages a small optical store that’s usually quiet on a rainy weekday morning. When I didn’t see her up front, I knew she was tucked away in the tiny office behind the curtain doing her ordering or accounting.

She had a camera set up to keep a view of the store in the corner of her monitor and I knew where it was because I installed it for her. I waved, I held up the coffee, and I even made several big loping comical shrugs. Nothing.

I knew how startled she could be whenever she felt snuck-up on and I was reticent about moving behind the counter and lifting the side of the curtain away. Music was playing so she didn’t hear my little probing “hellos” and I didn’t want to shout.

But the mall was quiet so I shuffled behind her counter. I pushed just my hand holding the coffee through the side of the curtain thinking she’d laugh and be grateful. Still nothing. I poked my head through after my hand and the cup.

The reason she didn’t see the camera view of the store was because her back was to the monitor. Her back was to the monitor because she wasn’t sitting in her chair, she was sitting on her desk. She didn’t hear my soft “hellos” because she was distracted. And she didn’t notice my hand, the cup, or my head because she was intensively engaged with something considerably more intriguing.

She went to work that day in her long-tail white button-up shirt and black tights. It set off her sand-blonde mid-length tumble of lazy waves and nude-matte lips nicely, I thought, watching her get ready in the bathroom in the morning. She was something of a fashionista and when I had buddies over for a game of poker or to watch football, there’s a couple of them who become nervous and stammering around her, even though we’re all 29 or 30 by now. She’s that hot — one of those girls that makes you realize, no, yeah, there really is absolute beauty, and she’s it. I kept thinking some lost or wayward Hollywood exec is going to drop into the mall for a new phone or something someday, take one look, and steal her away.

Her shirt was completely open, her black full-cup bar was pushed up over her exposed breasts, and her black hipster panties and tights were bunched around the ankle of one of her legs. One shoe was off and her heel was pressed into the edge of the desk. Her body skidded a couple of inches back and forth from behind jolted about once per second. I tend to do that when examining an emergency job — take in all the details before the big picture forms.

Her fingers were tightly wrapped around the waist of a man so tight, her long, filed grey glossy nails cut into his skin.

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