Thread: The Other Woman (Solace x demented-tiger)

It was late one night when Caroline Webber came home. Trailing behind her was her carryon suitcase. She had been away visiting her mother who had grown ill. Her father had passed away just last year, the anniversary was in a couple weeks in fact, and her mother was beginning to take it hard. Caroline decided her mother needed a little company and spent a week comforting her and taking care of her, but Caroline was very anxious to get back to her husband. It was somewhat of a miracle that Caroline was away for so long without the man of the house. She was a trophy wife, married at a young age, and faithful ever since. She was always by her man's side through thick and thin, but she always loved him and would always be with him. Caroline had lucious blone hair which she managed to keep well colored despite the natural faded look that went with age. Her eyes used to be bright blue in her youth, but now they lacked the luster that also gave her a youthful look. Her body, however, never gave up on her. She still had youthful curves around her hips and her breasts did not sag down, although she did gain a couple pounds she would never be able to get rid of naturally. The lights were off inside the house. He must already be in bed, she thought. No matter, she had arrived a day earlier than what she had originally planned. She wanted to surprise hubby, maybe even relieve him of some of that sexual tension he must surely be harboring. Caroline, herself, was 48 and she still enjoyed the occassional sex provided by her marriage. She thought she did enough to satisfy him when he needed it, he never complained about it. Thoughts of how she would surprise him in his sleep processed in her mind. He would wake at the gentle touch of his cock through his pj's, surprised she would be home, but grateful enough to give in to his awakened desire for her and she would let him. She would gladly lay down for him despite her exhaustion from the plane ride. Caroline left the suitcase in the hallway, one of the wheels was squeeky and she didn't want to wake him prematurely. She kicked off her heels letting her pantihose covered feet quietly step along the hard wood floors leading up to the bedroom and through all the quietness, she heard something. She didn't know quite what it was, but from a distance it almost sounded like the bed rocking back and forth, a sound she knew well when he was on top of her. The door was open just a crack letting a shed of light pour into the dark hallway. Noises were coming through as well and it became clear there were two people inside the room, one was her husband...the other was another woman. Surely this couldn't be the case, it had to be a movie, a porno, Caroline would accept, just please not another woman. She leaned forward letting an eye peer through the crack that led into her bedroom and there she saw them. Her husband was definitely in there, she knew those moans all too well, but the other higher pitched moans belonged to a younger woman. They were in their bed...together. He was naked and she had some sort of lingerie on her. Caroline stepped back holding her mouth with her hand, the tears were beginning to rush out already. What should she do? Should she barge in their and interrupt them? Surely that's what any woman in her position would do, but God...why would he do this? Caroline turned away and left the hallway leading to her bedroom, her soft feet silent against the floor. She passed the kitchen counter along the way and there she found his phone. She should have just made a bolt for the front door and left, but she was curious about something. Was this deliberate? Was this all planned? Her hand reached for the phone and flipped through his texts. She found most of her messages deleted, but at the top of the list was a conversation he had with this other woman. She found dirty texts and many pictures that she sent to him and some he had sent to her. Her breathing was constricted as she tried to control her crying. She managed to get the woman's number from his phone and left in a hurry barely remembering to grab her heels. She drove away with tears running down her eyes and all she could think was How could he? Eventually she would drive right up to hotel and get a room for the night, but she would be unable to sleep, not tonight, not for a while, not after what he did.