Extramarital

I glanced up when I heard a hard knocking on the screen door.
It was him, Lane. I could feel the area between my legs warming and became angry. After all these years, he can still push my buttons. Then a flush of mortified heat coursed through me as I realized he could see me as well and his eyes were hungrily scanning my unadorned body. I dashed into my bedroom and returned momentarily wearing a short, floral, silk robe. He was still there.

I showed my distain by heavily padding to the front door in my bare feet. He smiled that smile. My stomach clenched.

"What are you doing here?"

"I came to see you." His smile suddenly tuned mischievous. "Seeing all of you was a bonus."

I ignored that and placed a closed hand on each hip. "What do you want?"

"I need to talk to you. Can I come in? I've been talking with Pam and I don't like what she's telling me."

"You can talk from there. About what?"

"About your sham of a marriage."

"My marriage is none of your business, Pam's either."

Lane was silent as he turned his head and gazed up the street. "Listen Shelly, normally it wouldn't be, but when your husband mistreats you, we make it our business."

"Why should you care? You chose your career over me."

That apparently hit a nerve since he screamed, "God dammit." and yanked on the screen door until the latch broke.

I retreated as he stepped in, still screaming, "You know I wanted both. A career and you. It was you who dumped me for that no-good husband of yours."

He was right, but I was too proud to admit my mistake.

Moving backward a bulge in his jeans caught my eye. I knew what the bulge was in the crotch of his pants and I pleaded weakly, "Please leave, Lane," while, to my shame, I wanted him. I wanted him to take me into the bedroom and make love to me.

As he stomped toward me, I kept stepping backward until a wall prevented further retreat. I tried to move to my right, but his left hand against the wall stopped me. Before I could even make a move left, his other hand blocked the way.

I'd been afraid to look at him, but a gentle hand lifted my chin. My heart stirred as a tear ran down his cheek. "All you had to do was wait, Baby."

I ducked under his arm and scampered into the kitchen, where I pulled a large knife from a drawer. As Lane followed me into the kitchen I swung around, knife extended in front of me. "I think you should leave. I'm a married woman and we shouldn't be alone like this."