Every now and then she would bend down to kiss him passionately, and I thought to myself, “She is really into Scott.” To be honest, it made me a little jealous: why couldn’t I have someone to be crazy about in my life?
Apparently Scott was not content to maintain a passive role because he abruptly sat up and pushed the woman onto her back. In an instant he was driving himself into her, and she began to gasp and moan as he drove her to a frenzy. Her arms clasped him tightly as if trying to pull him even deeper into her, her hands clawed and tugged at his back and hips.
Scott had been largely quiet to this point, but suddenly he began to speak to the brunette, goading her with his words. “Do you like that, baby? Does that feel good? Have you ever had better?”
“No, Scott,” she groaned, “you fuck me so good!”
“Better than your husband?” he taunted. “Am I better than Peter?”
A chill shot through me, but I told myself it might just be a coincidence.
“Oh, God, Scott,” the woman replied fervently, “he can doesn’t even come close. He’s never made me feel the way you do!”
“Don’t you feel guilty fucking me while he’s slaving away at Magnetadyne?” Scott teased her, and I felt sick to my stomach.
“I love it,” she gasped. “It makes me feel so wicked being here, knowing he hasn’t got a clue.”
“And when I get promoted to VP,” Scott went on, “I’m going to fuck him over just the way I fucked his wife!” he boasted. With that he accelerated his assault and the woman’s words dissolved into groans that soon crested into screams.
She was making so much noise that I feared Scott’s neighbors would hear her and spot me playing Peeping Tom, so I hurried back to the front of the house. I quickly stashed the papers inside Scott’s screen door and then ran to my car. As I drove away, I was so shaken that my hands were trembling.
“Oh, God, what am I going to do?” I kept asking myself. “I can’t tell Peter. It would kill him to discover that Callie is cheating on him. And with Scott, of all people! But I’ve got to tell him – I can’t keep something like this from him.”
When I got back to the office, I hurried to my desk and did my best to keep busy. But all I could think about was Scott and Peter’s wife going at each other while mocking poor Peter. The memory made me sick at my stomach. “He’s a good guy and good-looking too. Why would she cheat on him?” I kept asking myself.
Finally, as the afternoon wore on, I couldn’t stand it any more. I picked up the phone and made the call I’d been dreading. “Peter? It’s Jess. Are you going to be around the office for a while?”
He laughed, “Oh, yeah, I’m probably going to be working late every night till Expo.”
“Can I come by and see you for a little while around 5:30?” I asked.
“Sure, come on by whenever you’d like,” he said cheerfully. I grimaced; I knew he wouldn’t be very cheerful after I talked with him.
Walking to Peter’s office felt like walking into a hospital for surgery: you know you have to go, but every nerve in your body is screaming at you to run in the opposite direction. When I got there, Peter greeted me with a cheery wave, but when he saw my expression he sat up in his chair, a look of concern on his face. “What is it, Jess, what’s happened?”
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