The biggest question … how much did she see when she poked her snoopy head into my office? After watching the video I took at the hotel, I made several business calls and returned a few emails. It was possible she caught me on the phone and decided to not disturb me.
I tried to open her door. It was locked. “Lila?”
No answer. I retrieved a key to her door from under a vase on a recessed shelf in the wall a foot to the left of her door.
Just fucking fantastic …
I found her in a fetal position on the floor, a blank stare focused on the wall and her wig resting a few feet away from her head. She saw the video. In all fairness to myself, that happened before we agreed to make things right between us. Since our truce, I hadn’t fucked anything but my hand. Okay … that was ninety-nine percent true. Kimberly, an intern who looked like a younger version of Evelyn, celebrated her thirtieth birthday after work the previous week. She had a little too much to drink, so I offered to give her a ride home like any gentleman would have done. It was her first time in a car with a divider between the front seat and backseat, supposedly not counting the one time she was arrested for protesting some female rights shit in college.
After giving my driver her address, I closed the dark glass divider and waited for her to make her move. After all, I was technically her boss, and women seemed sensitive to sexual advances in the workplace. My dad said he missed the good ol’ days. I agreed with him.
It took drunk Kimberly less than ten seconds to bite her lower lip while unfastening my pants. For the record … I never touched her. If her idea of a good birthday present from her boss was letting her suck me off, who was I to rain on her birthday parade? The girl gave head like a champ. When we arrived at her dinky apartment building, I assured her she would have a bright future in politics if she kept up the good work.
“Can I ask why you’re on the floor?”
No response.
I nudged Lila’s ass with the toe of my shoe.
No response.
Why did she insist on always putting me in such a predicament? Thinking back to Kimberly had me hard as fuck. Seeing my bald wife on the floor with her wig doing its own thing did nothing for me. But Lila still had a killer body with tits for days. Evelyn had a mouthful at best. See? I always managed to see the good in Lila, even when directly comparing her to Evelyn.
“I sent the staff home.” I scooped her limp body up off the floor. “I thought we could discuss what you saw earlier.” I laid her on the bed, and her cold eyes affixed to me as I loosened my tie. “So … what did you see?” My fingers made quick work with the buttons of my shirt. After I shrugged it off my shoulders, I reached for the button of her light gray pants, half anticipating her batting me away.
She didn’t move more than relinquishing a single slow blink. I removed her pants and underwear. Still, she didn’t move.
“This looks nice.” I traced my finger around her freshly waxed cunt. “I hope you did this for me and not someone else?”
While she held strong to her refusal to speak or move, I unbuttoned her top and shoved her bra up over her tits.
Yep, they were still quite spectacular.
“I normally like you a little more feisty … you know … I like to work for it.” I removed my pants and briefs. “But it’s been a long day, so I’m good with easy tonight.”
“Y-you had s-sex with m-my b-best friend,” Lila said just above a whisper as her lower lip quivered and a single tear trailed down the side of her face.
I didn’t think about the video hard enough to anticipate such an unexpected change of events. The whore … she looked like Evelyn from the back, and I called her Evelyn. I wondered if Lila had called her BFF, but the genuine hurt and tears led me to believe that she never made it further than the floor of her bedroom. Did I want her to think it was Evelyn in that hotel suite? Good question. I had a little time to think on that.
“It was before you and I decided to kiss and make up.” I forced her legs apart, but it didn’t require much force because she didn’t fight me. She could have fought me. I didn’t have her hands tied.
I camped out down low for what felt like hours … or at least a good fifteen minutes.