He was a cowboy. She was a hooker. She wanted to be out of her life and he wanted to be in it. Will his efforts succeed, or will all hell break loose?
Dennis picked up his cell phone and exhaled. His sigh was part sigh of relief and part tension reliever. What he was about to do could spell the end of his marriage, but on the other hand, Lydia was right. His marriage could be over already and, if it was, there was no better time than the present for him to find out and no better company than Lydia to be with him when he did.
He slid his phone open and let his finger hover above the keypad. Before he could punch the speed dial number for Sue, Lydia slid around his back, crossed her legs around his waist and pressed her chest up against him.
“I can’t wait,” she whispered.
Dennis tried to smile, but smiling was difficult. He held down the number two and waited to see the Sue’s phone number appear on the screen. He prayed that she wouldn’t answer, but she did and she seemed quite annoyed.
In a snapping, snarling tone, she simply said, “Why are you calling? What do you want? I told you not to call me.”
* * * *
Lydia, realizing that Sue was not about to tell Dennis that she would be home that night, wrapped her arms around his chest and squeezed him, her hard nipples drilling into his back.
Dennis, summoning the courage to speak, muttered, “I need to know if you’re coming home tonight.”
“Ha! Are you serious?”
“Yes. If you’re not, then I have to call Bev.”
“To ask her to take care of the dogs.”
“No. I can’t.”
Lydia had heard enough. She knew that Dennis was on the verge of cowering just from the tone of his voice. She grabbed the phone from him and shouted into it, “Because he’s with me, bitch! He’s just fucked me and it was great! And as soon as he’s done talking to you, you stupid cow, he’s gonna fuck me again.”
“Who is this? Put Dennis back on!”
“Fuck you! I think I’ll take a picture of the two of us if you think I’m kidding.” Lydia held the camera out in front of Dennis and her and snapped a picture. “I’ll send it to you, okay, bitch!”
Lydia slid the phone shut and jumped out of bed. She danced around the room holding the phone like a trophy. “Omigod! Omigod! That was so great. Oh, God, Dennis! I’m so excited! So excited! Honest I am! You were so cool! Omigod! And you did it for me!”
* * * *
Dennis couldn’t help but laugh. The most serious moment of his life had just turned comic. He watched Lydia dance around the bedroom, holding the phone over her head with both hands and smiled. She was so stunningly beautiful in her exuberance. Her small breasts bounced up and down as she did and her nipples seemed to somehow enlarge as they got harder than they had been. Her thighs, still wet from their lovemaking, glistened in the light filtering in through the one window in the bedroom. And her white teeth shone against her dark skin. But he had to tell Lydia the truth. “I didn’t exactly do it just for you, Lydia. I…”
“I know.” She sighed. “I know. You did it for you, but by doing it for you, you did it for me. I love you for that. I do. Honest I do!”
When he heard the word love, a thrill raced through Dennis’s body. He just wanted to grab her and pull her to him, but he had his dogs to think of. After all, if there were any beings on Earth that gave him unconditional love, it was his dogs. “I do have to call Bev, Lydia.”
Lydia lowered the phone and pouted again. “Oh, okay. Just let me…”
“There. I did it.”
“I sent the picture to your wife.”
“Oh, Jesus. How did you…oh, the number…oh, well. There’s no turning back now, is there?”