“Just wait a second. Calm down for a sec and we can talk about this.”
“There’s nothing to talk about. You just unloaded your manhood into this girl and told her you loved her.”
“No! That’s not true. You’re the one I love. Please, Sarah…”
“Save your begging for the judge,” Sarah said as she walked past David and into the bathroom.
Ashley sat at the edge of the bathtub, sobbing into her hands. Her clothes were on the floor in front of her.
Sarah walked towards Ashley and picked up the clothes. “You need to put these on and get out of my house,” she said as gently as possible.
Ashley took a deep breath, stood up, and took the clothes from Sarah’s hand. She put the pile onto the counter beside her, then took the item on top. It was a pair of black panties. She slipped them on, then took the next item, a bra.
She stood there and changed right in front of Sarah, not caring at this point that Sarah saw her body. Sarah could see why her husband cheated on her. Ashley had long, curly, brown hair, and a slim hourglass figure. The black lingerie accentuated her supple breasts and comfortably wrapped her innocent pussy.
Ashley then put on a light blue buttoned shirt and a black skirt that reached just above her knees. ‘They came straight from work,’ Sarah realized to herself.
Ashley looked up at Sarah as tears streamed down her face. “I’m sorry.”
Sarah gave her a sympathetic look and followed her out of the bathroom.
As they walked past David, Ashley slapped him hard and walked angrily out the door.
Shocked, David looked back at Sarah with eyes wide open.
Sarah met his gaze and shook her head. “God, you are terrible.”
“You don’t understand, I…”
“How old is that girl, David?” Sarah said loudly, pointing to the doorway that Ashley just walked through.
“She’s twenty… twe…”
“Huh? How old?”
“Nineteen,” David said with a raspy voice as he put his head down.
“Jesus Christ,” Sarah whispered. “How the hell did you end up having sex with a nineteen year old girl?”
“She… she’s an intern at the office.”
Sarah closed her eyes, put her hand on her forehead, and sighed. “Poor thing thought she was in love.”
She walked up to David, bent down slightly, and looked up to meet her husband’s shamed downward gaze. “You are a fucking pig,” she said slowly and with complete honesty.
— 1 Year Later —
The doorbell rang as Sarah was making her bed. She threw down the sheets and ran out of the room. Her two kids were running down the stairs, yelling “Sean’s here, Sean’s here!”
Sarah reached the front door as the kids jumped up and down, trying in vain to reach the handle. “Alright, calm down and let me open the door.”
She stroked her hair to make sure it was straight, and tugged at her shirt to get rid of the creases that resulted from bending over.
Sarah opened the door to a smiling young man with dark brown hair and striking brown eyes.
“Hi, Ms. Davenport.”
“Sean, come on in. How was your day?”
“It was nice, Ms. D. How about you?”
“Oh, you know. Cooking, chores. Typical mom stuff.”
Sean chuckled. “Right, of course.”