Page 29 of His Wife

Chapter 7

“Well, you sure look busy. Or are you just trying to impress old Cobbs?” Sandra looked at Sally, who was looking frazzled after a long day. Sally had been very busy perfecting the design for a new beach-wear swimsuit with floral patterns, and it had eaten up more of her strength than anticipated. With a look of total exhaustion, Sally looked up at Sandra, and blew a strand of hair from in front her face:

“Oh, hi, Sandra. No, I just really want to get this load off my chest. This piece ought to be the last of my work worries.”

“Well good for you. But try to take it easy. You wouldn't want to end up like Desmond, now would you?”

On hearing Desmond's name, Sally perked up. “You've heard from him? How is he?”

“As sick as a dog as far as I can tell. Poor thing had to take a few days off. Anyway, are you coming to the party tonight?”

Sandra and Gloria had been introducing Sally to new places, foods, and things during her hiatus from Desmond. Their last trip had been to the Coronation market, whose authentic, rural, and cultural flare had impressed Sally. Traversing the streets, using the local buses had also been interesting and lots of fun.

“I can’t. tonight. Sorry. Maybe next time.”

“You’ll be missing out on a good time!”

“I know. I’m just so tired. Weren't you the one who said there's a party in Jamaica every day of the week?”

Sandra laughed, “Yep, I did say that. All right. I'll let you get back to work then. But next week we are going to that all-inclusive beach party.”

Sally smiled. “All right, Sandra. See you tomorrow!”

With that, Sandra took her leave. Sally looked at her desk, lost in thought. She began tapping her finger. “Hmm. So he's been sick... Then maybe...” Sally then picked up the phone and dialed. The phone rang three times before it was answered. “Hi, Desmond. How are you feeling?”

Desmond coughed twice, “Oh, hi, Sally. I'm a bit under the weather.” He coughed loudly again. “This flu is tearing me up. I told Cobbs that I won't be in for a few days.”

“I heard. Well, I hope you get better soon. Maybe I should come over and... take care of you.” She lowered her voice to induce its suggestive nature.”

“Um, uh, no. That's not necessary. I don't want to make you sick as well, and I'm sure I'll recover shortly... But I do miss you.” There was another cough. “Look, I have to go. I'll call you later, okay?”

“Okay, Desmond. Get well. See you soon.” They hung up. “Well at least we're on speaking terms. Still...”

Finally, Sally left work. She stopped by a fruit vendor and purchased a dozen water apples, which were, at times, abundant on the island. When she got home, she took a shower and began sinking her teeth into a water apple. As it so often did, her mind turned to Desmond.

“That is it! I've had it. I'm going straight over there.” With her mind made up, Sally took care with her make-up, and dressed as alluringly as she could manage in tight shorts and t-shirt. As Sally rode in the taxi headed for Desmond's place, a montage of her escapades with Desmond ran through her mind. In the span of her twenty-minute journey, Sally relived all the times Desmond had been inside her. One occasion came to mind.

“My interest stays with you,” Desmond had said as they lay naked, next to each other. “All the men you've been with before are fools to have let you go; you're an empress in my eyes. The most important thing to me is to unlock your satisfaction, that is a joy to me. Don't ever stray.”

Jumping out of the taxi, Sally felt more resolved. Desmond was a great guy. He and Mike were in a class of their own compared to any other men she had come across. She felt lucky that she had captured the imagination of one of them. And he had certainly captured hers!

Sally walked up to the door and took out the key Desmond had given her. She opened the door and slowly entered, intending to surprise him.

As she tip-toed through the house, making her way to the bedroom, Sally could swear she heard voices. As she drew closer, the voices grew louder, until finally they were crystal clear. Wanting to believe Desmond was watching an X-rated film, Sally cracked open the bedroom door. Peering in, she gasped.

There, on the floor, was Desmond pounding breathlessly away at some skinny woman from behind. He had her in doggy-style position, her head pressed to the ground and her ass jiggling in the air. Sally watched weakly as Desmond's cock moved in and out of the other woman, and listened to her erotic moaning:

“God, Desmond!” shouted the familiar voice of the girl, “you're so big!”

Sally entered the room and stood, white-faced, gaping. The wind was knocked out of her.

“Desmond!” she cried.

Desmond turned suddenly, and saw her there. His eyes were wild and wide. Awkwardly, he and the girl jumped up “You're screwing Mr. Cobbs' secretary! “Sally screamed stupidly. “How could you!” The revelation that he wasn't even sick came as an after thought.

Natasha, the secretary, looked at Desmond and Sally and realized she had gotten caught up in quite a mess, “I-I think I should leave.”

As Natasha made her way toward the door, Desmond grabbed her hand but quickly let it go once he realized what his priority now was. Desmond and Sally stood facing each other, alone in the room.

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