12
Iwake up with my wife in my arms and a twinge of guilt pinches my chest. We still haven’t made up, but I know we will. We always find a way back to each other… eventually.
Last night I snuck in, like a thief in the darkness, sneaking around corridors and stealing into the bathroom where I had to wash my cum-stained clothes and scrub every inch of my body, erasing all memory of Amy and our deeds. The cold water fell on my face and ran down my back while I sat on the shower floor and kept shaking my head, trying to make myself forget about her; her taste, her sounds, the way she made me feel. I wanted the drops to wipe my mind blank, to erase all the images of her, but they didn’t. I don’t know if anything will make me forget. I towelled off, smearing my guilt all over my body.
I crawled into our bed, my body feeling heavy, the suffocating throb of my heart burning a hole in my chest. I thought it might burn through my singlet and right through Annie, leaving her scorched and scarred. As I tossed and turned, I realised that my penance would not be easy, but that her finding out would burn her far worse and in a far more devastating way than if she remained in darkness. And so I held her and pushed away all thoughts of Amy. It was a one-time thing anyway, a moment of weakness when I allowed my lust to overwhelm me and take over, keeping me a passenger inside myself as I devoured her. But the flame is snuffed out, used and burned out.
Annie wriggles out of my arms and I stir. She stands in a too-long white shirt that goes halfway to her thighs, showing off her legs. She’s always had great legs. She bends to pick up some discarded clothes and runs her fingers through the fabric as she looks at me, her face still creased with sleep.
“Did you have fun last night?”
My heart comes to a sudden and devastating halt before it starts beating again. “Yes, it was good.”
“You came in late.”
“I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“I heard the washing machine and the shower.”
“I spewed, didn’t want you to have to deal with that.” It’s the first pebble in a mountain of lies I was about to construct. “We had a lot to drink.”
“Yeah. You have a lot to celebrate.” She gives me a wan smile and comes to sit on the edge of the bed, her hand tracing lines over my arm. Guilt licks at my skin with her soft touch. “At least that’s over now.”
I nod, knowing it’s not, knowing she thinks things might change again, that all will be forgiven and forgotten and that we can get back to how it was.
“There’s still the trial…” I mumble.
“I think it will be okay.” She smiles at me and climbs onto the bed straddling me.
I get a glimpse of the woman she used to be, the one I fell for before life got in our way, before Libby. She moves, her hips rolling gently above me. All I see is Amy. The sweet perky tits, the creamy soft skin, that smile. The more Annie moves, the harder I get, the more the images keep playing inside me like a movie reel.
Annie reaches for my cock, pulls her underwear to the side, and I slip inside her so easily. I groan at her warmth, at the memories. Annie’s hand rests on my chest as her hips roll above me, her eyes locked on mine, her nipples poking through the white fabric, teasing me. My mind reels. Amy’s face flashes inside my mind, her firm perky tits and tight-as-fuck pussy. I groan, pushing up into my wife. Amy’s lush lips, her sweet little moans. My fingers dig into Annie’s hips, urging her to move faster as I pump into her, needing to be deeper. I’m lost inside my head, on our bed inside my wife as I fuck two women at once. My body shivers as I come hard and fast, leaving her wanting, again.
Annie climbs off me without a word and closes the door to the ensuite behind her. I guess that was her celebration.
* * *
Ispend the morning on patrol and the afternoon buried in a mountain of paperwork. Izzy’s case has exploded, and though I’ve been officially demoted, my knowledge of it has prompted the supervisors to bring me in on the paperwork side of things. It’s a pain in the arse but also, it’s a form of closure, seeing all the filthy shit this guy has done – and will get done for – makes the last eight months almost bearable.
I step outside for a breather and a stretch. The air isn’t as oppressing as it’s been the last few weeks, and the blue sky is beautiful. Or maybe it’s me, maybe I feel lighter, maybe I feel happier, maybe between Amy and Annie and Izzy things feel better; like everything is slowly falling into place.
I step out of the station and take the steps down towards the road, taking a few paces out of the shadows. It’s then I see her. She’s standing on the opposite corner, leaning against the brick building, and her face bursts into a smile when she sees me.
She takes a few steps towards the curb as if she’s about to cross and come over to me.
Fuck.
I hold my hand up, signalling for her to wait. There are cameras all over the building and around most of the streets here. What the hell is she thinking?
She waits as I cross towards her, then walk by her. “Come on,” I bark at her, not stopping.
She follows me down the street and into a side street where I know the camera hasn’t worked in over three months. Thank fuck for incompetent councillors and money shortages. Of course, we would catch more criminals if they would fix these things, but lately, they’ve been working in my favour. “What the fuck are you doing here, Amy?”
She frowns at me and takes a step back, assessing my face. “I wanted to see you.”
“You can’t just come to see me, Amy. I’m at work.”
“I know, it’s why I waited.”