Thy Letter of Infamy, Part 2

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He seemed startled. “Um… sure!”

She sat down and the game of small talk started. He was in town on business. It was his first night here and his first visit to the city. She directed the conversation with ease and dropped some major hints about what they might be doing elsewhere. He seemed flattered to have the company and a bit uneasy with the aggressive flirting. But hell, that’s what he was here for. It just usually wasn’t this easy for him.

In the elevator he kissed her. It was a sloppy, wet, formless kiss. The kind she detested. Once they were in his room, she quickly started to undress him and avoided his mouth by kissing her way down his skin behind her fingers as they unbuttoned and unzipped. She turned off the lights and they fell into bed. He fucked her missionary style and did so very much like he kissed. It was sloppy and formless.

She pulled some tricks out of her arsenal like gripping his cock tightly when he pulled back. She also ran a finger along the crack of his butt cheeks, teasing at the puckered spot below. He grunted and it was over soon enough. She extracted herself from his arms and pushed the bathroom door closed before turning on the light.

The A stared back at her and she almost whimpered in desperation. She looked at him from the doorway.

“So do you ever tell your wife about these romps you have while traveling?”

He looked at the outline of her body silhouetted in the light behind her.

“I’m not married.”

“What’s with the ring?”

He held his hand up to look at it, as if he’d just discovered it was there.

“Oh… I’ve heard women always go for married men. I thought I’d give it a try myself.” He smiled up at her. “It seems to be working out well so far.”

In a fury, she got dressed and left as quickly as possible. She drove aimlessly for a while and then knew she had to face the inevitable. Her husband would be expecting her and would be ready for a night of sex. He always was when she returned from a trip.

She went in and found he was already in bed. She reached to turn the lamp off and he stirred, telling her to leave it on. He pulled her onto him and kissed her slowly, working his way along her jaw line to her ear lobe, where he nibbled and sucked softly. Though they’d done this for years, she never felt it was stale. He knew where her buttons were and simply pressed them every time.

He rolled over so they were facing one another and reached inside her blouse to play with her breast.

“Let me blindfold you.” Her gaze met his.

“I might blindfold you, but you know I like to watch too much.”

She steeled herself for what she knew was coming.

He continued to kiss her, working his way down to the nape of her neck now. His hand played with her nipple through the fabric of her shirt.

“Come with me,” he said, taking her hand and pulling her up. He led her to his study where he turned on the light and pushed her roughly over the back of an over-stuffed chair. He tapped the inside of an ankle with his foot, silently telling her to spread her legs. Leaning down over her, his tongue found her ear again.

“You want to spice things up, huh?” He whispered it.

Before she had a chance to answer him, his hands were under her skirt, pulling it upward around her waist and pulling her panties down around her ankles, where he made her step out of one leg of them.

Just as quickly, his cock was buried in her cunt. She held onto the arms of the chair to brace herself. He grabbed a handful of her hair and used that to brace himself. He fucked her hard, varying the pace to stop and look at his cock where it impaled her pussy. He pulled her hair hard and she moaned and arched her back, changing the angle of her cunt. Then he fucked her fast and hard; the sound of his balls slapping her echoed in the room.

She held on and couldn’t believe what was happening. This was an incredible stroke of luck that might buy her another day. Her husband fucked her hard and she momentarily forgot about her predicament. Her cunt gripped his cock on each thrust and she soon heard signs of his impending orgasm.

He came hard and deep inside her. After he caught his breath, he helped her up and kissed her warmly. They walked to the bedroom, hand in hand, and she helped him undress. She went off to the bathroom and as she stepped out of her skirt, she could feel come start to run out of her. That was a feeling she loved. She hoped this wouldn’t be the last time she felt his come dripping out of her.

She started to plot her day tomorrow. The gym might be an option. Or a grocery store closer to the city. It was unusual for her to feel uneasy about getting laid. It was something she did with ease anywhere else.

She unbuttoned her blouse and was shocked to find the mark was gone. She lifted her breast and looked more closely. No indication that anything had been there could be seen. Her skin was as creamy and pale as it always had been. Stunned, thoughts raced through her mind. Maybe it didn’t have to be someone who was cheating after all. Maybe now the average-looking guy at the hotel was finding himself with a new mark on his body. She was puzzled.

Mind still reeling, she walked out of the bathroom and stared at her husband. Already asleep on his side facing away from her, unaware of the new tattoo that now sat on the back of his shoulder. She stood in the bedroom and her mind tried to comprehend the situation. Her husband was so proud of their fidelity. He touted the benefits of a long marriage whenever the subject came up. She was in disbelief.

Sleep was long in coming to her. Not only was she remembering the occasions when he’d sung the praises of marriage, but she now was faced with a certainty she wasn’t prepared for. Her husband had been fucking someone else. She pictured the shapely co-eds that loved his classes. How stereotypical, she thought. Her mind felt numb and she tossed and turned until the sun came up.

When she woke up the next morning, he’d already gone. Off to the gym or the pool or the basketball court. She made a thankfully decent pot of coffee and worked in her home office, following up on the meeting she’d attended. She tried not to think about the tattoo and at times she succeeded long enough to make her wonder if it had even been real.

When he came in from the gym, freshly showered she noticed, she followed him to the bedroom where they chatted and caught each other up on their day. He was determined to get started on that list of chores and decided to do some touch-ups on a recent painting project. She watched as he changed into old clothes, anxious for him to turn around so she could see for herself that it did indeed still exist.

He obliged unknowingly and she was amazed to find it was gone. Gone! She sat on the bed after he’d left the room. Had it really happened? Was it a dream? She felt guilty for silently accusing him of sleeping with someone else. But to be sure, she walked to the mirror and lifted her shirt. She saw only creamy pale skin and breathed a sigh of relief.

She vowed to put all of this out of her head. Chalking it up to the after-effects of too much alcohol, she told her mind to let it go.

They enjoyed a nice evening together. He grilled steaks and as they were sitting down to eat dinner, the doorbell rang. She opened the door to find Evan, her husband’s graduate assistant. He had a stack of papers in his hand.

“Hi. Sorry to bother you, I just wanted to drop off some papers before we leave town.” Smiling at him, she looked over his shoulder to see his young wife and their 6-month old waiting in the car. She waved.

“Oh, sure. No problem. Come on in.”

Her husband met them at the door and took the papers. After a moment of chit-chat about where he and his family were going for their spring break, her husband wished them a good trip and opened the door. She added her farewell and they both watched from the doorway as Evan turned and walked back to his car. She saw it then, as plain as day… the tattooed letter A on the back of his muscular calf. It was deep red, almost a burgundy color.