Part 02.2
~~~Betty~~~
I awoke by something jostling the bed I've come to call mine since my fall. Then I felt something, something I didn't expect, not this soon anyway. Arms, strong arms, wrapping themselves around me. It wasn't often, yet sometimes even Wane just couldn't deal with what he saw at his job. It had to be something so horrible that even his mind couldn't handle it.
"Wane?" I whispered groggily as I rolled over. "What's wrong honey?!" Wane didn't say a word he only held me tighter. "Shh..." Stroking his hair, it didn't matter what brought my husband to my bed, it was the fact that he came to me. Sought me out of his own accord, no matter what was between us at the moment. That whatever happened to him that his mind knew he could seek me out and I wouldn't ask why. "It's okay baby, I'm here."
Placing a kiss on his shoulder, biting my lip as I felt the hands of my husband on my bare back. I couldn't help it. I love how he felt in my arms. This is, after all, the first time in days Wane came to me on his own.
However, as my alarm went off a few hours later, Wane was nowhere to be seen. Sighing as I laid my arm across my eyes, yet I couldn't stop the smile from forming on my lips. It was a small step but a step nonetheless that there was something left in Wane that still saw me as his wife if he sought comfort from whatever was troubling him. Yawning as I walked out of my bedroom. My nose wiggled as I caught the scent that greeted me.
"Wane?" I called softly as I peered around the corner into the kitchen. My eyes widened at the sight of the two plates on the counter. "What are you cooking?" I asked, with hope in my voice that my husband wanted to have breakfast with me. I knew it wasn't much yet it was something, right?
"French toast, eggs, the turkey sausage you like," Wane said, into the pan.
"Thank you Wane," I said, sweetly. Stepping into the kitchen watching him work, something I loved to do. I loved watching Wane cook.
"This is my thank you for waking you late last night," Wane said, from over his shoulder as he placed two hot slices of French toast onto the plate. Seeing the steam rising off the eggs as he plated the other two slices.
"Honey, you don't have to thank me, I'm your wife. You can wake me up any time you want. But that doesn't mean I'll turn down having breakfast with you," I said, with a smile on my face.
Granted I wasn't expecting to be eating the food my husband had made for me in my underwear this morning, but I wasn't going to complain. "God. I'll starve if we divorce," I moaned into my mind as the taste of the French toast exploded across my taste buds. I wasn't expecting Wane to carry on a conversation. Still would it kill him to say a word to me. Yet all I could do was watch his jaw moving as he chewed. The way his lips wrapped around the progs of his fork as he took a bite of his eggs. Noticing how those deep green eyes of his kept glancing up to me as he took a sip of his orange juice.
"What?"
"Nothing," I said, feeling my cheeks heat as his gaze lingered on my face.
"You're going to be late," Wane muttered.
"So? I can be late if I want to," I said, in the cutest voice I could muster. "I'm having breakfast with my husband," I stated wiggling my nose.
"Uh-huh." I heard the disbelief in his voice. Setting my fork down, I knew if we were going to work this out he was going to have to talk to me. I mean really talk to me, not this talking but not talking he's been doing.
"Wane, talk to me, please. Yell, curse, throw something, I don't care. But this anger in you is going to eat you alive," I said, instantly I noticed a change in demeanor.
"You want me to throw something?!" Wane said, coldly.
"God, yes..." Jumping in my seat as his plate went flying into the wall.
"All that did was ruin the wall," Wane said, in a sneer. "Got any more bright ideas?"
Anger, was good. At least it was something. "As matter-of-fact I do," I said, matching his gaze. I had to be strong, I had to weather the storm that awaited me.
"Oh? Do you now?"
"Mmmhmm," I nodded. "Monday I made an appointment with a marriage counselor. You're therapist was the one that recommended her."
"I see, do tell, why exactly would I agree to this?" Wane asked, as he leaned back in his chair.
"Because," getting up from my seat, walking around the table and kneeling at his side, "I know you still love me, in your own way, in here," I said, placing my hand over his heart. "Otherwise, I wouldn't still be in this house, you wouldn't have come to my bed. You're sister told me what you did to the one person that crossed you. And I'm still here. Why?" I hoped I wasn't pushing my husband too fast as those eyes bored into me. "Because somewhere in that heart of yours you still think of me as your wife," I said, getting to my feet. The dildo was still there on the floor, I didn't remove it knowing Wane would have a fit if I did. Unclasping my bra, and shimmying out of my panties, if Wane wanted to humiliate me for my transgressions then so be it. Watching how Wane had an odd look on his face as I walked into the living room. "You wanted this last night," I said, rubbing that rubberized cock against my clit. Feeling my lips running along its length as my husband watched on.
Lifting my hips, biting my lip as its head pressed against my entrance. Whimpering as it breached the threshold of my cunt. Feeling it stretching me out, lifting up when it got too much for me when I reached the six inch mark. My eyes never leaving his as I fucked myself on our living room floor. "Yes Wane!" I called out as I lost myself in the bliss that was flooding my body. My hands ran up my chest, cradling by breasts as I rode that phallus hard. "Is this what you want? To watch me debase myself like this?" I asked, with hungry eyes. Smelling my sex in the air as it coated the dildo with every roll of my hips. My eyes glanced down, curling my tongue, feeling its tip touch my cupid's bow at the sight of the movement beneath his robe. "To make me act like a slut for you?"
"Well, how do you explain your actions that led to this?"
"I can't but if making me be your slut will fix it, then I'll be your slut for as long as you want," I answered rubbing my clit. "Fuck! Wane, I'm cumming!" I screamed out. "You need release honey, let me give it to you," I said, the need was clear as day in my voice. "Use me as much or as little as you want."
"Oh?!"
"Mmmhmm," I hummed, pinching my nipples at the thought of feeling my husband's manhood. I eyed Wane as he rose from his seat. Then my eyes zeroed in on the tent that protruded before him. My mouth watered at the prospect of having it back where it belonged. Wane reached forward taking hold of my chin forcing me to look up at him.
"Anything I want?"
"Yes baby," reaching up and resting my hands on his thighs, "anything you want," I said, trying to keep my lust from my voice. My canal clenched around the dildo that was still lodged deep inside of me. I was not expecting Wane to hate fuck my face, yet that was what happened as his balls slapped my chin. Nonetheless, the moment his cum exploded in my mouth that was all I could think about. I didn't swallow my coworkers cum, although I did allow them to paint my breasts. I know it was stupid, but it felt wrong to swallow another man's cum given what I was doing at the time. So the moment his cum hit my tongue, I didn't hesitate to swallow it all. My eyes fluttered as his rod slid along my tongue as he pulled out. My eyes followed after Wane as he left me there after depositing his load. Hissing as I lifted myself off that rubberized cock. Feeling my channel clenching once its head left my cunt. Knowing if Wane kept having me riding that thing I would be looser than a wet paper bag in a thunderstorm. Making a mental note to visit an adult store after work as I walked towards the bathroom to shower before heading off to work.
I stared listlessly at my computer screen. Sighing heavily when it wasn't even past lunch yet and still Wane hadn't called me. It was another thing that I've come to realize: that in my fall I was alone in my struggle. However, I did hope that with the marriage counselor we could build back what I had taken for granted. Turning my seat towards the opening of my cubicle as I heard footsteps approaching. Sighing once again when Sean's and Dean's faces appeared in the entranced to my cubicle.
"Hey Betty, how's that cuck of a husband?" Dean asked, I narrowed my eyes hatefully at his words. How could I have been so damn stupid in being tempted by this man.
"Wane's fine, does your car still smell like piss?" I shot back with a sneer. "You still pissing blood?" I asked, with a cruel smirk. Seeing his eyes darkening at my words.
"Whoa, whoa, lets simmer down," Sean said, trying to play moderator. "Betty how about we finish what we started before your husband came home?" he asked, with this sinful grin on his face. Did he really think I would be foolish enough to fall for their crap again? I mean honestly?!
"It isn't going happen, not now, not ever again," I said, plainly. "So you should be more focused on trying to get back with your wives than trying to fuck me. If you even care about them."
"Come on Bett's, you know you love our black cocks, way more than you do that skinny white boys..." I noted Sean's confused look, whenever my vision cleared, as I doubled over in laughter.
"You... think... you're... bigger?!" I uttered through heaves of breath. The way the two of them looked at each other only caused another round of rib splitting laughter. Do all men think they have the biggest cocks in the world? Those two sure seemed to think so. "Trust me, I wasn't fucking you for your size. If my husband had agreed, not that I'm blaming Wane, this is entirely my fault. But whomever would have joined would feel inadequate, that's how big he is, and the two of you aren't anywhere near what my husband is," I said, coldly. "I used you just like how you used me. That's all there is to it, nothing more, nothing less. Now why don't you go do whatever it is you do, and a word of advice, I wouldn't bad mouth my husband again. I seriously doubt he's through with the two of you," I said, ominously.
"Please, like that cuck is going to do anything," Dean said, waving off my warning like it was nothing.
"You obviously don't know my husband. Don't say I didn't warn you," I uttered shooing them away. I knew if Wane found out that I'm still talking to them he would have my ass tossed in a matter of seconds. I was determined not to go the way of divorce not without giving it my all to save my marriage. Although, I couldn't stop my cunt from heating at the thought of being my husband's little slut. Biting my lip, wondering if this was going to become a strange new fetish for me.
Quickly digging into my purse, running a Google search for the closest adult store near to my work. Giggling madly as I scrolled through their website. My tongue stuck out of the corner of my mouth, my finger moved up the screen, my body reacting to what was playing out in my mind. Looking for something in my husband's size. I wanted to make sure that when I could finally line my husband's bed again that Wane wouldn't feel any difference in the way my pussy feels as compared to what that black dildo would have made my womanhood.
"Mmm... yes I think you will do," I cooed as I eyed the white flesh colored dildo. Quickly hiding my phone when I heard footsteps approaching. It wouldn't do if my boss found me slacking off or looking at dildos that I could use to fuck myself for my husband's viewing pleasure. I was not expecting Maggie to show herself, not after what I had told her of what I had done to her brother. "Hello Margaret," I said formally, addressing my sister-in-law.
"Have you had lunch yet?" Maggie asked, her green eyes had the same intensity that Wane's had. Unlike Wane's due to what he is, Maggie's always had a softness to them.
"No, I was going to skip it so I could head home early. Why?" I asked, arching an eyebrow, something I think I picked up from my husband.
"Not anymore you're not," Maggie said, with this pointed look as she cocked out her hip. "So come on, or don't you want to save your marriage?" I nearly jumped out of my seat when she said those words. The sound of my purse scraped along my desk as it ran along its surface. I rolled my eyes and sighed loudly when I heard Sean's and Dean's voices. I had no idea how they always knew when a woman -- in my sister-in-law's case a first time visitor -- appeared on the floor I worked on. I noted how Maggie turned her head slightly, seeing some of my husband in her as those eyes noted my coworkers walking towards her. While she might not be like Wane is, sometimes I seriously doubted she wasn't too far from him. If the look on her face at that moment was any indication of the mood Maggie was in. "Beat it," Maggie said, coldly. "I'm spoken for," she stated flashing her wedding ring. Her mood continued to darken as we stepped out of my cubicle.
"You heard her," I said, staring down my two former cohorts. "Sorry Maggie, sometimes they can't take no for an answer."
"They the ones that you cheated on my brother with?" Maggie asked, loud enough for my whole floor to hear.
"Unfortunately," I whispered low. I noted the disgusted look on her face as she shook her head in disbelief.
"Come on, we need to talk... somewhere more private," Maggie said, taking command of my arm and leading me towards the elevators. "I hope you're not still talking to those men?" I had no problem hearing the disdain in Maggie's voice when she asked me that. Not that I didn't deserve it. I did. After all I am now an official cheating wife. How I hated that label. I always thought I could be better than that, be better than what my mother is. Then again, all my life that's all I saw, my parents cheating on each other without a care in the world. Being faithful to a spouse was not something I was raised amongst. I really did hope that I could win back my husband. No matter how difficult Wane can be sometimes. He is still the man I long to be with.
"No, I'm not," I said, in a matter-of-fact tone.
"Good. Otherwise I'd let you do this on your own and watch you fail," Maggie stated as we stepped into the cab of the elevator.
"Why are you here then?" I asked, as the doors rolled closed.
"To help my brother, he is kind of stupid in the relationship sense," Maggie answered crossing her arms waiting for the elevator to reach the ground floor. "No matter what you did, albeit it was a very stupid thing to do..." She would get no argument from me there, "you are good for my brother. That's the only reason I am here," Maggie said, her green eyes glanced over to me.
"Okay, you wanted to talk in private," I said, as we took the farthest booth in the back, tucked into the corner of the restaurant within walking distance from my office. "I know I'm not your favorite person at the moment. Yet I am trying to redeem myself to Wane, as slow as that's coming along," I sighed.
"Yeah... that's why I'm here. Wane's not taking my calls," Maggie said, dropping a bomb on me. Wane always took his sister's calls. "I'm worried Betty, I'm worried Wane's going to do something that's going to land him in jail or worse," she whispered low. I glanced down as Maggie took hold of my hands. I could feel her trembling, and that scared me to no end.
"Has Wane done that before?" I asked, not really wanting to know the answer to that question.
"Once. Only one time in our lives that he's cut off all communication to me. Is when..."
"He went dark," I said, finishing her sentence to which Maggie nodded. Yet I found that odd given while I might not be his favorite person at the moment Wane did take my calls and text albeit he allowed minutes to pass before he did. Whereas before all this they were answered immediately. I honestly don't know how to take that. Was he honestly keeping me close because somewhere in his anger filled mind he still sees me as his wife, or something far more fiendish? Lowering my head, my brown hair brushed along my chest knowing I was the cause of all of this. The cause of my husband cutting ties to his sister. The cause that he might do something... no, I know he'll do something. I can feel it in my gut. I might be a terrible woman for putting my husband through this, but I haven't slept beside him for all this time and not know that man like the back of my hand; or at least that's what I thought anyway.
"Does Wane talk to you? I mean you are still living in my parents' old house aren't you?" Maggie asked, causing my eyes to glance up at her.
"I am, although not in the same bed." The sadness I felt from being away from my husband's touch was evident in my words.
"But you're still there, right?" I nodded weakly, dropping my gaze. "The Wane I know wouldn't let you stay if you crossed him like you did." My eyes shot up, wondering what this could mean for me and my husband. "I mean he didn't change the locks, hasn't kicked you out, and all the other things he's done that I don't know about..."
"H-he came to my room this morning when he got in," I spoke with a trembling voice.
"Oh?! Go on, what happened?" Maggie asked, clearly interested in her brother's behavior.
"I don't know what happened when he was called in last night, but something had to have happened given how he crawled into my bed and held me tight. Wane doesn't do that," I stated watching Maggie nod in agreement. "The only time he's ever done that was when they were on the trail of that brutal child killer a few years ago, who was leaving parts of their bodies all over the city. Since then he hasn't held me like he did this morning since that case," I said, glancing down when Maggie had yet to remove her hand from mine. Noting how Maggie sat back in her seat as the waitress approached us. I knew Maggie well enough to know when it involved Wane she would become as tight lipped as her brother was.
"Hmm... see, this is another thing that isn't conducive to the Wane I know." I watched Maggie chew on her lip once the waitress left us. "Which means what advice I had to offer isn't going to work, at least not with this version of Wane," Maggie muttered deep in thought. "He must have changed a lot during his time with you," she said, those green eyes of hers bored into me. "To think my brother actually let a person past that cold exterior of his." Maggie had a genuine smile on her lips as she gazed at me. "I'm quite impressed," Maggie stated, I couldn't help but feel my own cheeks heat at her praise. "That's not something even I have done and I'm his sister," she chuckled. My heart raced; my ears twitched at the sound of the pleather that covered the seats squeaking as Maggie leaned forward. "I guess this means I'm just going to have to stay for a while to figure out this brother of mine," Maggie said, flashing me a smile.
~~~Wane~~~
Rolling out of bed around eleven after a three hour nap due to the late night I had. Stretching, yawning while I ambled into my bathroom. Knowing I had to get into work by one, to keep my hours below the overtime threshold. I so didn't want a long down time stuck at home with Betty at the moment. Maybe that will pass, maybe it won't, I really don't know. Double checking myself in the mirror when the scenes of last night flashed before my eyes. Granted I can think of some sick and disturbing things, especially what I want to happen to those two men that think they can defile my home and get away with it. What I saw in that room even chilled my cold demeanor.
"Hello?" I answered my phone as I stood in only my towel once I got out of the shower.
"Hey Wane, you coming in today?" Holly asked, arching my eyebrow wondering what her fascination with me was about.
"Yeah, why?"
"Well, you know I rely on your blood splatter analysts more than I do with Grey's." I was confused, Grey was almost as good as I am, granted he flirted with far too much with the women in the bull pen. Yet his work was beyond reproach.
"You sure that's what this is about? Or are you just tired of his old, worn out pickup lines?" I asked, wondering just how far I can lead her down the rabbit hole I was currently finding myself in.
"Maybe?!" Looking down wondering why my cock wasn't responding at how sexy that giggle of hers sounds. I've never had that happen before; it was an odd experience to say the least. I hoped this didn't continue into Saturday. Shaking my head at the thought of what caused it. It couldn't be it. Not with what I am. It's just impossible. "So..." Her voice took on a sultry tone to it, "when can I expect you to be in?"
"Should be there by one," I answered, if she wanted the chase, I wasn't about to deny her. Laying out an aquamarine button down collared shirt, along with a black pair of slacks on my bed as I went about preparing to head into work. Lifting the right side of the dresser and pulling it away from the wall so not to leave scuff marks on the floor to give away the secret hiding place I had made for a certain item. An item given to me by a very dangerous man. Who shall remain nameless in this story, I am a man of my word after all. Let's call him Jeff for future reference. Why am I still alive if Jeff was so dangerous, you ask.
Simple. I have the only evidence that ties him to a mur*er. I'm not about to get into the details of that case, you might know the details of it and well... things could get ugly. It's the only piece of evidence the man ever left behind. I should know given I now know what to look for with his kills. Where that piece of evidence has stayed hidden, safe from him all this time, until I needed a favor like I did at that moment. Sure, I could easily kill those two men without a care in the world. Yet I like not being in jail. I'm far to pretty. Sure they might suspect me at the beginning but with the alibi I'm going to make sure I have when it happens there will be no way they will be able to tie their murders back to me. Replacing the fake vent cover, and moving the dresser back making sure nothing was out of place. I couldn't let on to its location in case Betty grew suspicious.
I wasn't about to harm her, torment her oh yes, harm her, no. I'm me, I'm not stupid. I know I'd be the first one the cops look at if something happened to her. Getting Betty's sister or mother out of the picture was another thing I couldn't do. Those who think I should just kill her and be done with it aren't thinking ahead. They're allowing their emotions to get in the way. Emotions will only get you caught and a needle in your arm. Oh no, that isn't what's going to happen to me. Would it feel good to feel the life slipping out of my wife's body while my hands are around her neck. Most definitely. Would that get me caught? Again yes. I do work with some pretty good detectives. I don't need them sniffing at my heels for the rest of my life.
Pulling out the burner phone Jeff had left for me at a dead drop. I knew once this was done, my leverage over him would be gone. Worth it, I'll say. Powering it on, given how I had turned it off and removed the battery after our last conversation so Jeff wouldn't be able to track the phone. Yes. The police, and other law enforcement offices can turn your phone on, or in this case the man that rooted this phone. It's a back door that the phone companies had put into the software that is if the battery was still in place. Then it wouldn't have been all that hard for Jeff to pinpoint my location from the phone's GPS.
"We need to talk." I sent the text to the only number stored in that phone as I quickly dressed.
"Ten minutes." Was the only reply I received. Walking hurriedly out of my house, I know burner phones will make tracking the phone very difficult if the cops get on to me. However, by the time this is done, the phone will be lining some trash heap. Still, that didn't mean I wasn't going to cover my tracks. Again, I'm not an idiot. I had enough time to transfer the information along with their pictures to the phone after I had pulled into the gas station's parking lot a few miles from my home. Answering the call on the first ring. "Well now, I didn't think I would ever be hearing from you again." His tone was cold, calm, and devoid of any and all emotion as Jeff spoke over the line. "Has your conscience grown so great that you're finally going to turn me in?" I knew he was fishing, looking to see if he had to run or enough time to take me out.
"No. I need a favor," I said, plainly.
"Oh?! A favor from me, whatever for?"
"No need to play coy, we both know what you are," I said, slyly looking around making sure I wasn't drawing attention to myself.
"No more so than you, if you're calling me for a favor." The man rebutted. What could I say to that, the man was right after all. "And if I do this thing for you, what do I get out of it?"
"What we both know what you want. To become a ghost once again," I stated.
"I see, and what is this favor that you seek of me?"
"I'm sending you their info now," I said, sending the draft of the text I had already made beforehand. I knew where they both were staying since their wives had kicked them out of their homes. "I want you to do what you do best."
"You know I only..."
"They fit your criteria, they are after all serial cheaters," I said, sure I could have had him take out my wife. However, I want to watch her torment myself not have her snuffed out by someone else. Where's the fun in that? "As you see, their wives have filed their divorces under adultery," I spoke, I did find it odd that the man only went after people who have broken their wedding vows.
"And how do you know they're cheaters?"
Taking a deep breath, steadying myself, given how this was the first time I have spoken about of my wife's infidelity to someone that wasn't Betty. "Because I caught those two fuck nuts fucking my wife!" I growled. My eye twitched when I heard the man chuckling.
"And yet I don't see your wife on this list..."
"She's mine," I spoke forcibly.
"A man after my own heart. How do you want this done?"
"As publicly as possible, so I can't be connected to it. Next week. Tuesday and Wednesday I'll be at work, do it then," I directed.
"Very well. We do have a deal; I do hope you live up to your end." With that Jeff ended the call. Removing the battery and storing it in the middle console. I knew he wouldn't get in touch again not until the job was done. Starting my car, pulling out of the other entrance on the other side of the gas station. Going whichever way I could, to make sure I wasn't being followed. After a few miles and not seeing anyone behind me tailing me. I headed off to work.
I awoke by something jostling the bed I've come to call mine since my fall. Then I felt something, something I didn't expect, not this soon anyway. Arms, strong arms, wrapping themselves around me. It wasn't often, yet sometimes even Wane just couldn't deal with what he saw at his job. It had to be something so horrible that even his mind couldn't handle it.
"Wane?" I whispered groggily as I rolled over. "What's wrong honey?!" Wane didn't say a word he only held me tighter. "Shh..." Stroking his hair, it didn't matter what brought my husband to my bed, it was the fact that he came to me. Sought me out of his own accord, no matter what was between us at the moment. That whatever happened to him that his mind knew he could seek me out and I wouldn't ask why. "It's okay baby, I'm here."
Placing a kiss on his shoulder, biting my lip as I felt the hands of my husband on my bare back. I couldn't help it. I love how he felt in my arms. This is, after all, the first time in days Wane came to me on his own.
However, as my alarm went off a few hours later, Wane was nowhere to be seen. Sighing as I laid my arm across my eyes, yet I couldn't stop the smile from forming on my lips. It was a small step but a step nonetheless that there was something left in Wane that still saw me as his wife if he sought comfort from whatever was troubling him. Yawning as I walked out of my bedroom. My nose wiggled as I caught the scent that greeted me.
"Wane?" I called softly as I peered around the corner into the kitchen. My eyes widened at the sight of the two plates on the counter. "What are you cooking?" I asked, with hope in my voice that my husband wanted to have breakfast with me. I knew it wasn't much yet it was something, right?
"French toast, eggs, the turkey sausage you like," Wane said, into the pan.
"Thank you Wane," I said, sweetly. Stepping into the kitchen watching him work, something I loved to do. I loved watching Wane cook.
"This is my thank you for waking you late last night," Wane said, from over his shoulder as he placed two hot slices of French toast onto the plate. Seeing the steam rising off the eggs as he plated the other two slices.
"Honey, you don't have to thank me, I'm your wife. You can wake me up any time you want. But that doesn't mean I'll turn down having breakfast with you," I said, with a smile on my face.
Granted I wasn't expecting to be eating the food my husband had made for me in my underwear this morning, but I wasn't going to complain. "God. I'll starve if we divorce," I moaned into my mind as the taste of the French toast exploded across my taste buds. I wasn't expecting Wane to carry on a conversation. Still would it kill him to say a word to me. Yet all I could do was watch his jaw moving as he chewed. The way his lips wrapped around the progs of his fork as he took a bite of his eggs. Noticing how those deep green eyes of his kept glancing up to me as he took a sip of his orange juice.
"What?"
"Nothing," I said, feeling my cheeks heat as his gaze lingered on my face.
"You're going to be late," Wane muttered.
"So? I can be late if I want to," I said, in the cutest voice I could muster. "I'm having breakfast with my husband," I stated wiggling my nose.
"Uh-huh." I heard the disbelief in his voice. Setting my fork down, I knew if we were going to work this out he was going to have to talk to me. I mean really talk to me, not this talking but not talking he's been doing.
"Wane, talk to me, please. Yell, curse, throw something, I don't care. But this anger in you is going to eat you alive," I said, instantly I noticed a change in demeanor.
"You want me to throw something?!" Wane said, coldly.
"God, yes..." Jumping in my seat as his plate went flying into the wall.
"All that did was ruin the wall," Wane said, in a sneer. "Got any more bright ideas?"
Anger, was good. At least it was something. "As matter-of-fact I do," I said, matching his gaze. I had to be strong, I had to weather the storm that awaited me.
"Oh? Do you now?"
"Mmmhmm," I nodded. "Monday I made an appointment with a marriage counselor. You're therapist was the one that recommended her."
"I see, do tell, why exactly would I agree to this?" Wane asked, as he leaned back in his chair.
"Because," getting up from my seat, walking around the table and kneeling at his side, "I know you still love me, in your own way, in here," I said, placing my hand over his heart. "Otherwise, I wouldn't still be in this house, you wouldn't have come to my bed. You're sister told me what you did to the one person that crossed you. And I'm still here. Why?" I hoped I wasn't pushing my husband too fast as those eyes bored into me. "Because somewhere in that heart of yours you still think of me as your wife," I said, getting to my feet. The dildo was still there on the floor, I didn't remove it knowing Wane would have a fit if I did. Unclasping my bra, and shimmying out of my panties, if Wane wanted to humiliate me for my transgressions then so be it. Watching how Wane had an odd look on his face as I walked into the living room. "You wanted this last night," I said, rubbing that rubberized cock against my clit. Feeling my lips running along its length as my husband watched on.
Lifting my hips, biting my lip as its head pressed against my entrance. Whimpering as it breached the threshold of my cunt. Feeling it stretching me out, lifting up when it got too much for me when I reached the six inch mark. My eyes never leaving his as I fucked myself on our living room floor. "Yes Wane!" I called out as I lost myself in the bliss that was flooding my body. My hands ran up my chest, cradling by breasts as I rode that phallus hard. "Is this what you want? To watch me debase myself like this?" I asked, with hungry eyes. Smelling my sex in the air as it coated the dildo with every roll of my hips. My eyes glanced down, curling my tongue, feeling its tip touch my cupid's bow at the sight of the movement beneath his robe. "To make me act like a slut for you?"
"Well, how do you explain your actions that led to this?"
"I can't but if making me be your slut will fix it, then I'll be your slut for as long as you want," I answered rubbing my clit. "Fuck! Wane, I'm cumming!" I screamed out. "You need release honey, let me give it to you," I said, the need was clear as day in my voice. "Use me as much or as little as you want."
"Oh?!"
"Mmmhmm," I hummed, pinching my nipples at the thought of feeling my husband's manhood. I eyed Wane as he rose from his seat. Then my eyes zeroed in on the tent that protruded before him. My mouth watered at the prospect of having it back where it belonged. Wane reached forward taking hold of my chin forcing me to look up at him.
"Anything I want?"
"Yes baby," reaching up and resting my hands on his thighs, "anything you want," I said, trying to keep my lust from my voice. My canal clenched around the dildo that was still lodged deep inside of me. I was not expecting Wane to hate fuck my face, yet that was what happened as his balls slapped my chin. Nonetheless, the moment his cum exploded in my mouth that was all I could think about. I didn't swallow my coworkers cum, although I did allow them to paint my breasts. I know it was stupid, but it felt wrong to swallow another man's cum given what I was doing at the time. So the moment his cum hit my tongue, I didn't hesitate to swallow it all. My eyes fluttered as his rod slid along my tongue as he pulled out. My eyes followed after Wane as he left me there after depositing his load. Hissing as I lifted myself off that rubberized cock. Feeling my channel clenching once its head left my cunt. Knowing if Wane kept having me riding that thing I would be looser than a wet paper bag in a thunderstorm. Making a mental note to visit an adult store after work as I walked towards the bathroom to shower before heading off to work.
I stared listlessly at my computer screen. Sighing heavily when it wasn't even past lunch yet and still Wane hadn't called me. It was another thing that I've come to realize: that in my fall I was alone in my struggle. However, I did hope that with the marriage counselor we could build back what I had taken for granted. Turning my seat towards the opening of my cubicle as I heard footsteps approaching. Sighing once again when Sean's and Dean's faces appeared in the entranced to my cubicle.
"Hey Betty, how's that cuck of a husband?" Dean asked, I narrowed my eyes hatefully at his words. How could I have been so damn stupid in being tempted by this man.
"Wane's fine, does your car still smell like piss?" I shot back with a sneer. "You still pissing blood?" I asked, with a cruel smirk. Seeing his eyes darkening at my words.
"Whoa, whoa, lets simmer down," Sean said, trying to play moderator. "Betty how about we finish what we started before your husband came home?" he asked, with this sinful grin on his face. Did he really think I would be foolish enough to fall for their crap again? I mean honestly?!
"It isn't going happen, not now, not ever again," I said, plainly. "So you should be more focused on trying to get back with your wives than trying to fuck me. If you even care about them."
"Come on Bett's, you know you love our black cocks, way more than you do that skinny white boys..." I noted Sean's confused look, whenever my vision cleared, as I doubled over in laughter.
"You... think... you're... bigger?!" I uttered through heaves of breath. The way the two of them looked at each other only caused another round of rib splitting laughter. Do all men think they have the biggest cocks in the world? Those two sure seemed to think so. "Trust me, I wasn't fucking you for your size. If my husband had agreed, not that I'm blaming Wane, this is entirely my fault. But whomever would have joined would feel inadequate, that's how big he is, and the two of you aren't anywhere near what my husband is," I said, coldly. "I used you just like how you used me. That's all there is to it, nothing more, nothing less. Now why don't you go do whatever it is you do, and a word of advice, I wouldn't bad mouth my husband again. I seriously doubt he's through with the two of you," I said, ominously.
"Please, like that cuck is going to do anything," Dean said, waving off my warning like it was nothing.
"You obviously don't know my husband. Don't say I didn't warn you," I uttered shooing them away. I knew if Wane found out that I'm still talking to them he would have my ass tossed in a matter of seconds. I was determined not to go the way of divorce not without giving it my all to save my marriage. Although, I couldn't stop my cunt from heating at the thought of being my husband's little slut. Biting my lip, wondering if this was going to become a strange new fetish for me.
Quickly digging into my purse, running a Google search for the closest adult store near to my work. Giggling madly as I scrolled through their website. My tongue stuck out of the corner of my mouth, my finger moved up the screen, my body reacting to what was playing out in my mind. Looking for something in my husband's size. I wanted to make sure that when I could finally line my husband's bed again that Wane wouldn't feel any difference in the way my pussy feels as compared to what that black dildo would have made my womanhood.
"Mmm... yes I think you will do," I cooed as I eyed the white flesh colored dildo. Quickly hiding my phone when I heard footsteps approaching. It wouldn't do if my boss found me slacking off or looking at dildos that I could use to fuck myself for my husband's viewing pleasure. I was not expecting Maggie to show herself, not after what I had told her of what I had done to her brother. "Hello Margaret," I said formally, addressing my sister-in-law.
"Have you had lunch yet?" Maggie asked, her green eyes had the same intensity that Wane's had. Unlike Wane's due to what he is, Maggie's always had a softness to them.
"No, I was going to skip it so I could head home early. Why?" I asked, arching an eyebrow, something I think I picked up from my husband.
"Not anymore you're not," Maggie said, with this pointed look as she cocked out her hip. "So come on, or don't you want to save your marriage?" I nearly jumped out of my seat when she said those words. The sound of my purse scraped along my desk as it ran along its surface. I rolled my eyes and sighed loudly when I heard Sean's and Dean's voices. I had no idea how they always knew when a woman -- in my sister-in-law's case a first time visitor -- appeared on the floor I worked on. I noted how Maggie turned her head slightly, seeing some of my husband in her as those eyes noted my coworkers walking towards her. While she might not be like Wane is, sometimes I seriously doubted she wasn't too far from him. If the look on her face at that moment was any indication of the mood Maggie was in. "Beat it," Maggie said, coldly. "I'm spoken for," she stated flashing her wedding ring. Her mood continued to darken as we stepped out of my cubicle.
"You heard her," I said, staring down my two former cohorts. "Sorry Maggie, sometimes they can't take no for an answer."
"They the ones that you cheated on my brother with?" Maggie asked, loud enough for my whole floor to hear.
"Unfortunately," I whispered low. I noted the disgusted look on her face as she shook her head in disbelief.
"Come on, we need to talk... somewhere more private," Maggie said, taking command of my arm and leading me towards the elevators. "I hope you're not still talking to those men?" I had no problem hearing the disdain in Maggie's voice when she asked me that. Not that I didn't deserve it. I did. After all I am now an official cheating wife. How I hated that label. I always thought I could be better than that, be better than what my mother is. Then again, all my life that's all I saw, my parents cheating on each other without a care in the world. Being faithful to a spouse was not something I was raised amongst. I really did hope that I could win back my husband. No matter how difficult Wane can be sometimes. He is still the man I long to be with.
"No, I'm not," I said, in a matter-of-fact tone.
"Good. Otherwise I'd let you do this on your own and watch you fail," Maggie stated as we stepped into the cab of the elevator.
"Why are you here then?" I asked, as the doors rolled closed.
"To help my brother, he is kind of stupid in the relationship sense," Maggie answered crossing her arms waiting for the elevator to reach the ground floor. "No matter what you did, albeit it was a very stupid thing to do..." She would get no argument from me there, "you are good for my brother. That's the only reason I am here," Maggie said, her green eyes glanced over to me.
"Okay, you wanted to talk in private," I said, as we took the farthest booth in the back, tucked into the corner of the restaurant within walking distance from my office. "I know I'm not your favorite person at the moment. Yet I am trying to redeem myself to Wane, as slow as that's coming along," I sighed.
"Yeah... that's why I'm here. Wane's not taking my calls," Maggie said, dropping a bomb on me. Wane always took his sister's calls. "I'm worried Betty, I'm worried Wane's going to do something that's going to land him in jail or worse," she whispered low. I glanced down as Maggie took hold of my hands. I could feel her trembling, and that scared me to no end.
"Has Wane done that before?" I asked, not really wanting to know the answer to that question.
"Once. Only one time in our lives that he's cut off all communication to me. Is when..."
"He went dark," I said, finishing her sentence to which Maggie nodded. Yet I found that odd given while I might not be his favorite person at the moment Wane did take my calls and text albeit he allowed minutes to pass before he did. Whereas before all this they were answered immediately. I honestly don't know how to take that. Was he honestly keeping me close because somewhere in his anger filled mind he still sees me as his wife, or something far more fiendish? Lowering my head, my brown hair brushed along my chest knowing I was the cause of all of this. The cause of my husband cutting ties to his sister. The cause that he might do something... no, I know he'll do something. I can feel it in my gut. I might be a terrible woman for putting my husband through this, but I haven't slept beside him for all this time and not know that man like the back of my hand; or at least that's what I thought anyway.
"Does Wane talk to you? I mean you are still living in my parents' old house aren't you?" Maggie asked, causing my eyes to glance up at her.
"I am, although not in the same bed." The sadness I felt from being away from my husband's touch was evident in my words.
"But you're still there, right?" I nodded weakly, dropping my gaze. "The Wane I know wouldn't let you stay if you crossed him like you did." My eyes shot up, wondering what this could mean for me and my husband. "I mean he didn't change the locks, hasn't kicked you out, and all the other things he's done that I don't know about..."
"H-he came to my room this morning when he got in," I spoke with a trembling voice.
"Oh?! Go on, what happened?" Maggie asked, clearly interested in her brother's behavior.
"I don't know what happened when he was called in last night, but something had to have happened given how he crawled into my bed and held me tight. Wane doesn't do that," I stated watching Maggie nod in agreement. "The only time he's ever done that was when they were on the trail of that brutal child killer a few years ago, who was leaving parts of their bodies all over the city. Since then he hasn't held me like he did this morning since that case," I said, glancing down when Maggie had yet to remove her hand from mine. Noting how Maggie sat back in her seat as the waitress approached us. I knew Maggie well enough to know when it involved Wane she would become as tight lipped as her brother was.
"Hmm... see, this is another thing that isn't conducive to the Wane I know." I watched Maggie chew on her lip once the waitress left us. "Which means what advice I had to offer isn't going to work, at least not with this version of Wane," Maggie muttered deep in thought. "He must have changed a lot during his time with you," she said, those green eyes of hers bored into me. "To think my brother actually let a person past that cold exterior of his." Maggie had a genuine smile on her lips as she gazed at me. "I'm quite impressed," Maggie stated, I couldn't help but feel my own cheeks heat at her praise. "That's not something even I have done and I'm his sister," she chuckled. My heart raced; my ears twitched at the sound of the pleather that covered the seats squeaking as Maggie leaned forward. "I guess this means I'm just going to have to stay for a while to figure out this brother of mine," Maggie said, flashing me a smile.
~~~Wane~~~
Rolling out of bed around eleven after a three hour nap due to the late night I had. Stretching, yawning while I ambled into my bathroom. Knowing I had to get into work by one, to keep my hours below the overtime threshold. I so didn't want a long down time stuck at home with Betty at the moment. Maybe that will pass, maybe it won't, I really don't know. Double checking myself in the mirror when the scenes of last night flashed before my eyes. Granted I can think of some sick and disturbing things, especially what I want to happen to those two men that think they can defile my home and get away with it. What I saw in that room even chilled my cold demeanor.
"Hello?" I answered my phone as I stood in only my towel once I got out of the shower.
"Hey Wane, you coming in today?" Holly asked, arching my eyebrow wondering what her fascination with me was about.
"Yeah, why?"
"Well, you know I rely on your blood splatter analysts more than I do with Grey's." I was confused, Grey was almost as good as I am, granted he flirted with far too much with the women in the bull pen. Yet his work was beyond reproach.
"You sure that's what this is about? Or are you just tired of his old, worn out pickup lines?" I asked, wondering just how far I can lead her down the rabbit hole I was currently finding myself in.
"Maybe?!" Looking down wondering why my cock wasn't responding at how sexy that giggle of hers sounds. I've never had that happen before; it was an odd experience to say the least. I hoped this didn't continue into Saturday. Shaking my head at the thought of what caused it. It couldn't be it. Not with what I am. It's just impossible. "So..." Her voice took on a sultry tone to it, "when can I expect you to be in?"
"Should be there by one," I answered, if she wanted the chase, I wasn't about to deny her. Laying out an aquamarine button down collared shirt, along with a black pair of slacks on my bed as I went about preparing to head into work. Lifting the right side of the dresser and pulling it away from the wall so not to leave scuff marks on the floor to give away the secret hiding place I had made for a certain item. An item given to me by a very dangerous man. Who shall remain nameless in this story, I am a man of my word after all. Let's call him Jeff for future reference. Why am I still alive if Jeff was so dangerous, you ask.
Simple. I have the only evidence that ties him to a mur*er. I'm not about to get into the details of that case, you might know the details of it and well... things could get ugly. It's the only piece of evidence the man ever left behind. I should know given I now know what to look for with his kills. Where that piece of evidence has stayed hidden, safe from him all this time, until I needed a favor like I did at that moment. Sure, I could easily kill those two men without a care in the world. Yet I like not being in jail. I'm far to pretty. Sure they might suspect me at the beginning but with the alibi I'm going to make sure I have when it happens there will be no way they will be able to tie their murders back to me. Replacing the fake vent cover, and moving the dresser back making sure nothing was out of place. I couldn't let on to its location in case Betty grew suspicious.
I wasn't about to harm her, torment her oh yes, harm her, no. I'm me, I'm not stupid. I know I'd be the first one the cops look at if something happened to her. Getting Betty's sister or mother out of the picture was another thing I couldn't do. Those who think I should just kill her and be done with it aren't thinking ahead. They're allowing their emotions to get in the way. Emotions will only get you caught and a needle in your arm. Oh no, that isn't what's going to happen to me. Would it feel good to feel the life slipping out of my wife's body while my hands are around her neck. Most definitely. Would that get me caught? Again yes. I do work with some pretty good detectives. I don't need them sniffing at my heels for the rest of my life.
Pulling out the burner phone Jeff had left for me at a dead drop. I knew once this was done, my leverage over him would be gone. Worth it, I'll say. Powering it on, given how I had turned it off and removed the battery after our last conversation so Jeff wouldn't be able to track the phone. Yes. The police, and other law enforcement offices can turn your phone on, or in this case the man that rooted this phone. It's a back door that the phone companies had put into the software that is if the battery was still in place. Then it wouldn't have been all that hard for Jeff to pinpoint my location from the phone's GPS.
"We need to talk." I sent the text to the only number stored in that phone as I quickly dressed.
"Ten minutes." Was the only reply I received. Walking hurriedly out of my house, I know burner phones will make tracking the phone very difficult if the cops get on to me. However, by the time this is done, the phone will be lining some trash heap. Still, that didn't mean I wasn't going to cover my tracks. Again, I'm not an idiot. I had enough time to transfer the information along with their pictures to the phone after I had pulled into the gas station's parking lot a few miles from my home. Answering the call on the first ring. "Well now, I didn't think I would ever be hearing from you again." His tone was cold, calm, and devoid of any and all emotion as Jeff spoke over the line. "Has your conscience grown so great that you're finally going to turn me in?" I knew he was fishing, looking to see if he had to run or enough time to take me out.
"No. I need a favor," I said, plainly.
"Oh?! A favor from me, whatever for?"
"No need to play coy, we both know what you are," I said, slyly looking around making sure I wasn't drawing attention to myself.
"No more so than you, if you're calling me for a favor." The man rebutted. What could I say to that, the man was right after all. "And if I do this thing for you, what do I get out of it?"
"What we both know what you want. To become a ghost once again," I stated.
"I see, and what is this favor that you seek of me?"
"I'm sending you their info now," I said, sending the draft of the text I had already made beforehand. I knew where they both were staying since their wives had kicked them out of their homes. "I want you to do what you do best."
"You know I only..."
"They fit your criteria, they are after all serial cheaters," I said, sure I could have had him take out my wife. However, I want to watch her torment myself not have her snuffed out by someone else. Where's the fun in that? "As you see, their wives have filed their divorces under adultery," I spoke, I did find it odd that the man only went after people who have broken their wedding vows.
"And how do you know they're cheaters?"
Taking a deep breath, steadying myself, given how this was the first time I have spoken about of my wife's infidelity to someone that wasn't Betty. "Because I caught those two fuck nuts fucking my wife!" I growled. My eye twitched when I heard the man chuckling.
"And yet I don't see your wife on this list..."
"She's mine," I spoke forcibly.
"A man after my own heart. How do you want this done?"
"As publicly as possible, so I can't be connected to it. Next week. Tuesday and Wednesday I'll be at work, do it then," I directed.
"Very well. We do have a deal; I do hope you live up to your end." With that Jeff ended the call. Removing the battery and storing it in the middle console. I knew he wouldn't get in touch again not until the job was done. Starting my car, pulling out of the other entrance on the other side of the gas station. Going whichever way I could, to make sure I wasn't being followed. After a few miles and not seeing anyone behind me tailing me. I headed off to work.
