Cruel Infidelity

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The door swings open before she has a chance to knock. “Hey,” he says, stepping aside.

Heather enters the mobile home slowly, gripping the strap of her purse with both hands. She lets out a sheepish laugh. “I don’t really know why I came,” she says. “I guess it seemed like a good idea at the time, but now I’m not sure why I’m here.”

“Oh, nonsense,” he says, closing the door. “You’re hurt, you shouldn’t be alone right now.” He pulls the coat from her shoulders, hanging it up for her. “Would you like anything to drink?”

“Some water if you have any.”

He raises his eyebrows. “Just water? Really?”

“Yes, really.” she says, pursing her lips. She sits on the couch, glancing up at the frozen Netflix screen. Are you still watching?

“Stranger Things,” he says, handing her a glass of water. “Have you heard of it?”

“Isn’t that the one with the group of misfit kids who play Dungeons and Dragons? They have super powers or something?”

He widens his eyes, blowing air from his lips. “They play that, yes, but they don’t have powers.”

“Honestly, I didn’t like it,” she says, taking a sip of the water.

“Honestly,” Chris starts. “I don’t think you know what you’re talking about. I think you need to give it a real chance. Because if you knew anything about it, you wouldn’t have described it like that.”

She stares down at her glass. “It’s not really my thing.”

“Whatever you say,” he snaps, pressing hard on the power button.

She rolls her eyes, tired of being condescended to by men. She takes another sip of her water, hoping to gulp down some of the awkward tension along with it.

Rachel liked Stranger Things; they both did once. But now Rachel is her enemy—the woman who stole her man’s sperm and ran away with it. She’s probably watching Stranger Things right this moment with the bastard bundled in her arms, its lips suckling a breast.

She folds her arms, leaning into a small throw pillow. She pulls it from behind her, examining the white tiger contrasted against black. She runs her hands over the soft velvet before peering up.

Chris’s eyes scan over her. “You know I’d be lying if I said I never thought about it.” He leans forward, setting his empty beer on the coffee table.

“Excuse me?” Heather asks, clearing her throat. She fights the heaviness of her eyelids, rubbing them.

“About us.” He stands up. “About you.

“What about me,” she says, sitting up straight.

“What it’d be like to be with you.”

She glances at the door, unsure of how to respond.

“Oh, come on, Heather. Don’t tell me you don’t think about it, too. I’ve heard things about you.”

“Like what?” she asks, her tone sharp. Her brow furrows as she looks up at him.

He stands over her, leering. “I know you take it up your ass.” He smiles.

“I think I should go.”

“How can a man treat you so bad when you do so much for him? No guy in his right mind would cheat on a woman like you. You’re what’s known as a unicorn.” He sits on the arm of the chair, his boozy breath wafting over her. “Do you know how many times I’ve begged Tammy to let me try it? Hell, you even gave Andy a three-sum.”

“Okay, well if you’re not happy with her then why stay?”

“I never said I wasn’t happy with her.” He stares at her hard before reaching forward and grazing her breasts with the back of his hand. “Wow,” he says. “So big.”

Heather stands up, backing away. “Chris, I’m sorry you and Tammy are fighting. I shouldn’t have come.”

“Shut up, Heather,” he says, shoving her against the wall. “You’re not going to show up here shaking your tits and flaunting your ass at me just to leave.”

This is not the Chris she knows. “You’re drunk,” she says, slowly pushing him back.

“I wanna have sex,” he slurs in her ear before licking the lobe. “We’re finally alone. We don’t have to stand by and watch them flirt. I know you see it, too.” He steps back, looking into her eyes. “hmm?”

“I do see it,” she confirms, swallowing. “Why do you put up with it?” she asks.

He exhales a little. “The same reason you do.” When Heather doesn’t say anything, he continues. “Because Tammy is hot and everyone wants her. It makes me look good to be with her.”

“You don’t ever miss being with a woman your own age?”

“Oh, I do…” he trails, eyeing her up and down. He steps back, shoving his hands into his pockets. “I’m sorry, it’s pretty late. I don’t really expect anything, It’s so lonely with her, you know?”


“I mean, emotionally. She’s never really been someone I can talk to. Like you said, the age difference makes it hard sometimes. She thinks my problems are juvenile and immature.”

Heather presses her lips together. She’s all too familiar this type of loneliness. “Just lay down and talk?” she asks.

He nods, and she follows him to his bedroom upstairs.

She sits on the bed, watching as he strips down. “I’m just getting comfortable,” he says, standing in his black socks and blue boxer shorts.

Heather averts her gaze. She lays down, shutting her eyes. She’s sure he has a hardon right now, there’s no way she imagined it. He runs a hand along her flank and she stiffens. “You remind me of my first love,” he says, rubbing her shoulder. “She was well-rounded, too.”

“So, do you think you and Tammy will make up?” Her voice cracks.

“I’m sure we will,” he says. “Unless she admits to fucking Andy, but I know she never will.”

“And you’re okay with that?” she asks, turning to look at him.

“Well, no, but you know, we can have a secret, too. Nothing has to change between any of us. Just so long as we don’t tell anyone.”

“You don’t think Tammy will know if we.—”

“Not a chance in hell,” he answers, smirking. “She’s very full of herself. She’s told me plenty of times she knows I’ll never cheat.” The smile on his face fades slightly. “Not because I would, but because nobody would waste their time on a slob like me.” He raises his tattooed arm, running a hand through his dirty blond hair. He removes his black-framed glasses, placing them delicately next to the lamp on the nightstand.

“That’s messed up,” she says, remembering similar conversations she’s had with Andrew. “You know, I thought that once Rachel left, he’d calm down and be more… normal, I guess.”

“Is that the goth chic he knocked up awhile back?”

“Yes.” She eyes him suspiciously.

“He still brings her up. I guess he flew there to visit her in the hospital when Victra was born. That’s her name right? Andy’s daughter.”

“What?” she says, her breath hitching. “What are you talking about?”

“I thought you knew.”

“How is she being about it?” She practically threw the question at him.

“From what he said, she initially told him she doesn’t want his help or him coming around. Her parents had to talk sense into her.”

“He gives her money?”


“Do you know how much?”

Chris shakes his head. “No, I didn’t ask.”

Heather sits up, her mouth hanging open. This can’t be true, there’s no way. “She named it Victra?” she asks, incredulous. She balls her hands into tight fists.

“Yeah, that’s the only reason why I remember it, because it was so weird.”

“It’s not weird,” she mutters. “It’s a character from a book series we both like. I mean, I don’t like it anymore, but still, she wasn’t supposed to do that. We agreed I would name my first daughter Victra and that she could have Virginia.”

Chris stares at her, his mouth pressed into a thin line. Heather notices and releases her fists, smoothing her hair back. “It’s just a shock, that’s all.” she says, sniffing. “I thought she was out of the picture, I didn’t realize Andrew was the type to even step up like that.”

Chris laughs. “You can’t tell him I told you, okay?”

She nods.

“Our secret?”

“Yes,” she says, swallowing hard. “Our secret.”

“Secrets can be fun,” he says, guiding her hand toward him. The warmth of his hairy leg sends a shiver down her spine, and she braces herself for what’s to come. He slides her hand further up, the temperature increasing along the way. Her fingers graze an unmistakable erection. There’s no denying it now. Chris reaches for her, grabbing her neck and pulling her in close. His breath smells of liquor and Takis. “Our little secret?” he asks, rubbing his mouth onto her hair. She feels his hot breath on her ear and she flinches, twisting away from his face. He pulls her shirt off and her breasts flop out.

She hesitantly grips his erection unsure of what to do with it.

He moves on top of her, his mouth agape. “Incredible,” he whispers, groping at her before sucking a nipple into his mouth. “It’s been so long since I’ve had a real pair of tits in my face,” he says, smiling. He sits up on his haunches, his eyes moving over her exposed upper-body. “Amazing.” He pulls her pants down. His cock wobbles as he tugs her black thong off. Heather’s brows crinkle together as he brings the crotch of the panties to his nose, inhaling deeply. “Oh, that’s sweet,” he says, licking them.

He slides his hands over her belly and down over her clitoris, moving his thumb in a circle. He penetrates her vagina with his index finger and looks up at her, grinning. “Oh, you are a dirty bitch,” he growls. “I knew you wanted it, look how wet you are.” He holds his glistening finger up for her to see before popping it into his mouth. He sucks hard, releasing it with a loud pop.

Too stunned to protest, Heather says nothing. Her lips press together as her jaw clenches. It’s a strange thing, seeing this hidden part of him—his shadow. He always came off as so reserved and respectful, but now here he is sniffing her panties and sucking her fluids off his fingers as if it were BBQ sauce from a rib. She closes her eyes, shutting out the image of perversion hovering over her. Shutting out what she imagines he and Tammy do together.

Her body jolts as his penis pushes inside of her.

He lets out a low grunt. “Oh, that’s tight. I did not know it would be that tight.” He pumps in and out of her eagerly. The slick smacking sound of his motions fill the room. She holds her breasts in an effort to stop them from shaking and flopping about. He pushes them away. “No, I want to watch them bounce.” He pulls out of her abruptly. Squeezing the head of his cock, he tells her to flip over.

She buries her face into the pillow. Is this the side Tammy sleeps on?

She feels her cheeks spread apart. Spurts of erratic breathing escape his lips. “It’s true… It’s true… I can’t believe it’s true,” he whispers. A thumb pushes its way inside her anus followed by a wet warmth. He presses the tip of his tongue inside before spitting on it. Hard pressure pushes against her sopping wet asshole. The tip of his cock presses in with ease, and she’s thankful he isn’t half as thick as Andrew. He squeezes her flanks, gripping them like a saddle. “Ahh,” he lets out. “Oh my god.” He breathes. “I can’t fucking believe this is finally happening.”

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