Chapter 11 #2
All I could consider was whether she was violent and what would I do?
But Mason wouldn’t let her get close to me, and I couldn’t do anything to protect myself.
It’s not a good look to hit a woman, especially if you’re in her home fucking her husband, I thought.
But what if she was violent and was wielding a knife?
I got myself together where I could think clearly and I was on my feet and out of bed intending to dash to the ensuite and hide if things got dicey.
“I know you have a man in that room.” How did she know that? Was Mason telling me a lie when he whispered into my ear, “I think I love you. You’re my first,” after I pounded him into the mattress and claimed him, and gave all of myself inside of him?
Could I have been duped? It was hard to believe that a man his age never had a gay experience especially since he had a desire for men. I didn’t want to believe that the man I’d become infatuated with would deceive me. I thought I would know, but what did I know at my age?
It didn’t take much to know how to place a moist cock into a tight hole.
“Whoever is in my room man or woman,” April threatened. However, Mason interrupted her.
“That’s not the bedroom we shared once upon a time and you know it,” Mason said, the sound of his voice lowering as if annoyed by her suggestion, but I heard the anger and coldness in his voice.
“Yeah, but it’s in my house.” Who could deny that. It was her house too and I was just visiting and fucking her husband.
“You haven’t been to this house in years, and I’ve been sleeping alone since our honeymoon.”
“Oh shit, it’s been that long, Mason,” I murmured. Then I clasped my hand over my mouth trying to prevent more thoughts from escaping.
“I’m here only to get some winter clothing, not sneak around to find out who is in my house. I really don’t care who you fuck, because I’m going skiing and my skis and clothing is in that bedroom.” I heard Mason brace himself against the door.
“With your girlfriend I gather. Or do you have a new one. You change them as often as you’ve changed homes.”
“No. I’m going alone. Now get out of my way.” I heard a thump against the door. She had balls to push him. Now I know who the abuser is.
“That will be the day you go anywhere alone. You haven’t stopped lying to me since I met you.”
“And now you’re lying to me. I guess we make a pretty pair,” April said, her voice calm and unconcerned.
I heard his voice drop. “Why do you want to make me miserable, April. I’ve been a good husband to you, and denied myself a life. You never stopped what you were doing. At least I tried to make this marriage work.”
“That may be true, Mason, but at least I was true to myself which you’ve never been.
After we were married, I confessed to you my desire for a woman, but you never told me you harbored desires for men.
You could have said something, but you let me continue thinking I had ruined our marriage.
Had you said something it wouldn’t have gone this far, and we could have made arrangements. Maybe have a marriage of convenience.”
“I don’t know about you, April, but we did have a marriage of convenience. It was at your convenience.
“Then why didn’t you divorce me? You just allowed this sham of a marriage to go on at my disadvantage.” There was silence.
“I thought this would blow over. I mean the passion I had for this one woman, but it never did, and as time passed and we weren’t connecting anymore—”
Mason interrupted April. “You thought you could milk me for what I was worth. Admit it April. Just tell me the truth for once.”
“It wasn’t always like that, Mason. I did love you, but as a friend. Sometimes friendship will last a lifetime.”
“Only if you can trust a friend and I can’t trust you, April.” More silence.
“I’m going to leave, Mason. I don’t want to interfere in your life any more than I have. You can send my clothes to this address.” I ran into the ensuite when I heard the door open.
“Clay, where are you?” Mason shouted.
Opening the door and standing waiting for Mason to say something, he pulled me to him kissed my lips, and said, “I’m sorry. Did you hear everything my wife said?”
“I heard some of it.” That was a small lie. I lied because I didn’t want to embarrass him more than April had done just by what she’d said.
“What do you think?” Mason questioned, his eyes sad and his forehead furrowed.
“I really don’t know what to think.”
“April appears to give in to the notion that I need someone because she has who she wants. I think she wants me to be happy finally.”
I moved closer to Mason and the belt around his robe had slipped off and he stood bracing against my naked body ready for a shower when he leaned in and placed his large hands on the side of my face.
He stared into my questioning eyes with his sad eyes searching my face for truth.
Truth and my love was all I wanted to give him from the day we first met.
I wanted to offer him truth, love, and trust. I didn’t know what I wanted from him, only him, I thought.
“Kiss me,” Mason said, breathless in a soft moan. His voice was desperate. I could feel his hard cock push against my belly and the sticky precum fluid oozing from the slit of his length and rubbing against my body.
I had been deep into kissing Mason, my eyes closed and my senses focused on the feeling of his body and I heard nothing.
I didn’t think to ask Mason if he had locked the door because he had been certain that April had left and wanted the best for him, but there is a lot to be said about individuals who can’t have their cake and eat it too.
Then I heard a faint click and it was the camera on her phone.
“I knew you had a boy in here.” And before Mason could do anything she’d taken the picture and dashed out into the hall, down the stairs and into a sports car that quickly took off, and through the open gates the car with her and her companion went.
I heard the car speed away and into the traffic with horns blaring and I knew this would not be the last time April would affect Mason’s life. They had a history together and he trusted her this one time, and that was one time too many because I knew and he knew she had fucked both of us.