They were at it again, at 3pm on the dot the doorbell had rung
and the woman had run up the stairs with Stan in hot pursuit. Julie hadn’t
bargained for that. She’d kind of
thought now that she’d taken the role of the lover that he would stop with his
Sunday afternoon noise pollution. But no, of course he hadn’t. Why had she
assumed that? Why had she thought he
would stop? She could hear the laughter but they weren't cracking jokes. So quickly there were the tell tale sounds of the
bed squeaking and creaking and then the moans and the groans. If she’d thought it had been bad last weekend
when she was ignorant to his touch, it was even worse now that she knew exactly
what he was doing. She knew how he was using his hands, his tongue, his mouth.
She knew how he smelt, how rough his skin was, how his breath had the taste of
coffee on it. She wanted to be the girl, feel her skin next to his, feel his
breath on her neck, feel his hands explore her feel... she sighed. It wasn’t her, it was HER.
Julie had to stop folding
the clothes.
‘I’ve got a headache, I’m going to lie down,’ she said. Her
husband barely grunted an answer. She
climbed the stairs and lay back on the bed, maybe the memory of Thursday
evening, coupled with the sounds of the present, would help her rock herself to
happiness, but it was no good, the anger, the jealousy, the feelings that she’d
been a fool were overbearing, she had more chance of her husband satisfying her
than of satisfying herself in this mood. She decided to have a bath; maybe she
could wash the envy away.
The bath waters soothed her body but not her brain. She tried to relax but she couldn't, but at least she couldn't hear the sounds from there.
The bath waters soothed her body but not her brain. She tried to relax but she couldn't, but at least she couldn't hear the sounds from there.
She jumped at the sound of the door, she looked up and saw
her husband, it must have been half time in the football.
‘Sorry love, I’m busting,’ He said and lifted the toilet
seat. ‘You okay,’ he said once he’d finished his business. She nodded. ‘I see
they are at it again.’ he added.
‘Yes,’ she said grumpily.
‘Funny you know/’ he said. ‘On Thursday I had this funny
feeling that it was you with him.’
‘What?’ Julie blurted. ‘Why?’ She could feel a guilty verdict forming on her face.
‘Oh, I dunno,’ Her husband said, there was something about
the noises that reminded me of you, ‘but you’re here and they’re there so it
can’t have been you.’
He dried his hands and ran back down stairs for the second half, leaving Julie alone to recover from her heart attack.
He dried his hands and ran back down stairs for the second half, leaving Julie alone to recover from her heart attack.
She got what she deserved
ReplyDeleteWell if the husband doesn't want to explore her body anymore, it's hard not to go for a little adventure. The question is if it's worth it. But I guess this one was ;-)
ReplyDeleteWell this one was definitely worth it if one goes for polygamous and promiscuous types. Why not try baboons?
DeleteOh I see, so when a woman wants to enjoy the life, because sex is a great part of that, it means she is a tart but what about her husband? Why he doesn't want to have sex with his wife anymore? Why he doesn't want to give his wife the pleasure he used to? Maybe the woman realized, thanks to the adventure, that something is wrong with her marriage and now she can do something about that.... we don't know the whole story
DeleteOf course she has the right to sexual pleasure.... But i doubt it is only sex she misses. She wants someone who will not only give her sexual satisfaction but will also make her feel loved and exeptional. For a normal person a betrayal is not an easy thing, you decide to be disloyal to someone who is close to you. By engaging in the liason with this neighbour she may end up even more unhappy and worthless than before... If you decide to be a cheater, you'd better do it with someone who cares about your feelings. But of course this is my point of view and i can't speak for all the women in the world.
ReplyDeleteGood old Gareth would write a story from a point of view of the husband, and from a point of view of the neighbour. True, we dont have the full picture.