by Gayle Keo
The phone rang, startling her from her television game, and Betty realized that she had left her cell phone in the guest washroom when she had been checking herself out in the mirror. She got up and hurried over to the washroom, wondering who it could be. At this time of the day, just after noon, she was sure that it had to be her girlfriend, Anita Walsh, and she was right.
“Hello, sweetie,” she said to her best friend excitedly, and glad to hear from her. “I thought that you were supposed to be here keeping me company. Don’t tell me that the Friday hangover still has you in bed?”
“Hi, Betty, I'm actually still at the hotel where this guy took me out to last night,” her friend said, making Betty envious of her carefree lifestyle since she was not married. Anita seemed to spend every weekend in the arms of a different man saying that she wanted to have tasted it all by the time that she finally decided to get married. Betty's lifestyle had not been very different from Anita's before she got married, and ever since she got pregnant and Ronnie sort of neglected her, she actually missed it. All the clubbing and exchanging of men as if they were clothes, it had been quite a life in the fast lane.
“Are you calling to play games with me, Anita? Because if that’s the case, it is not very funny. I haven’t had sex for at least three months because my husband thinks that I'm ugly, and this weekend he went out of town to visit his folks,” Betty said.
“Actually, that is one of the reasons that I called, Betty, it regards your husband,” Anita said hesitantly.
“Out with it already, girlfriend, what is it?” Betty said, wondering what Anita could be driving at since she had not mentioned to her about her suspicions that Ronnie was cheating on her with another woman.
“Betty, you might want to be prepared for what I’m about to tell you because it might not be the very best news, keeping in mind that you are pregnant,” Anita said, and Betty could already feel the tears coming to her eyes even before she heard the news. “Do you remember that woman that you once told me was his office assistant at the landscaping company where he works when he is off the pitch?”
“Daisy?” Betty said weakly.
“Well, yes, I just saw him and her by the poolside of the hotel and from the way that they were kissing, I'm pretty sure that it was more than just a professional office relationship. They were all over each other, their hands touching each other all over shamelessly. I heard him tell her that they were headed off to watch a match and then get back to the hotel for another heated night,” Anita said, stopping when Betty said nothing. “Betty, are you alright? Would you like for me to come over to your place right now?”
“No, Anita, I'm alright, and I know just what I'm going to do to that asshole. I'm going to hit him where it hurts the most,” Betty said in a voice as cold as ice, slowly making her way out of the washroom and beginning to head up the stairs.
“Please don’t do anything stupid, Betty, I don’t want anything bad happening to the baby you are about to give birth to,” Anita said.
“Don’t you worry, Anita, I would never let anything bad happen to my baby. I'm just going to make Ronnie super jealous so that he can realize just what he is missing out on,” she said, hanging up.
*****
Her call caught him by surprise. Mike Spencer was not expecting to get a call from Betty, his best friend’s wife. He had always had a crush on her from the very first time that he had set eyes on her, even before she and Ronnie began dating, and at times he regretted why he had not made the first move on the hot brunette. She had a shapely body, a fine ass, and big breasts just the way that he loved his women, and even when she had gotten married to Ronnie, he could not help but look at her in a sexual way. Many a time he had tried to imagine how she looked like without her clothes on, and how it would feel like to bone her like it was the end of the world. It was too bad that such a thing was never going to happen. Mike hadn’t seen Betty in a couple of months now, and he had a feeling that she and Ronnie were not having the best of relationships. He even suspected that Ronnie was running around with other women, although he could not quite be sure since nowadays they did not spend as much time together as they had before. It was as if Ronnie had changed, character wise, spending a lot of time to himself.
“Mike, do you guys have any matches today?” she asked quietly as he tried to picture how she looked on the other end of the line.
“Yes, Betty, as a matter of fact, the match is just about to begin, why?” he said to her.
“It’s nothing, I'm just curious because I haven’t seen Ronnie all morning,” she said to him, and he could sense some sort of loneliness in her tone.
“Actually, he just walked into the changing rooms a couple of minutes ago. Would you like me to give him the phone?”
“No,” she said it a little too quickly as if she did not want her husband to know that she had called. “That is all, Mike, I just wanted to know if he was at the stadium. Please don’t mention to him that I called.”
“As you say, not a word, Are you sure that everything is alright between you two? You have always known that you can count on me, Betty,” he said quietly into the phone so that the other players could not hear.
“Let us do this, why don’t you go and play your game, and I promise that I'm going to tell you all about it after the game, okay? I promise,” she said.
“Okay, we have a deal, you take care of yourself until then,” he said, hanging up and actually finding himself looking forward to hearing from her again.
Betty knew that she had to hurry. It would be at least an hour before she got to the stadium with the weekend traffic. She checked herself in the mirror one more time to see if she looked alright. She was dressed in a sexy looking free fitting blouse that hid her not so huge belly partially and a pair of pants, and her wavy locks were combed back neatly. She had applied just the right amount of makeup, lipstick, and mascara that went well with her hair and her outfit. Slipping on a pair of sandals, Betty made her way downstairs, grabbing her handbag and car keys off the sideboard before making her way out of the house. She wanted to make sure that what Anita had told her was actually true and then from there, she would figure out what she would do.
She just hoped that she would have enough strength to stomach it all because she intended to rip the hair out of Daisy’s head to teach her not to play around with other people’s husbands.
In the car, Betty drummed her fingers on the steering wheel as she zoomed through the streets, looking for the shortest possible route that would get her to the stadium on time. She just hoped that she would make it on time for the game, and to find Ronnie with his shameless lover. She intended to give Daisy a piece of her mind in front of everyone, players and audience alike, and make this the biggest scandal of the city in a long time.
Ronnie was going to regret ever fooling around with another woman while she was at home waiting for him like a loyal wife. Betty kept checking her watch every few minutes to make sure that she was not running late, but with the traffic snarl up, she was more than sure that she would miss the game. If that happened, she would have to call up Anita so that Anita could give her the address of the hotel where they were lodged. So much for a trip out to his parent's place. Ronnie must really take her to be the biggest fool of them all.
She knew that the game was just about ending by the time that she brought her car to a stop in the parking lot. Grabbing her sunglasses, she hurried out of her car and made her way into the stadium. The audience was full, and from the crowd noise, it was clear that the game was already finished, or just about to end. She made her way to the front row that overlooked the pitch, getting there just in time to see the players walking off the pitch. So much for the game, but at least she had made it here before the players left the grounds. That way, she could catch Ronnie red handed with his new lover, and she would demand to know if this was his parent's house.
She felt the bile rising in her throat when she remembered how many times he had told her that he was
going to visit his folks since he needed some breathing space between them. He had probably been with that whore all along.
She found a seat as she waited for the excited audience to thin out before she could make her way back to the main hall, where the players usually met up with their people. She heard her phone's message tone, and when she pulled it out, she realized that it was a message from her private eye. She quickly clicked the message open and sat there stunned as she looked at the photos of her husband and daisy making love in some hotel room.
Her private investigator must have found a way to bug the room with hidden cameras, and here they told it all. Betty felt her strength draining away from her body and she began to feel dizzy. Somewhere in the distance, she spotted Ronnie with the blonde kissing as they walked into the hall that led to the car park. Betty wanted to get up, but found that her strength had drained away. Tears stung her eyes as she began to weep openly.
*****
Mike Spencer left the changing rooms feeling refreshed. He looked for Ronnie, but it looked like yet again, Ronnie had not bothered to wait for him.
“Have you seen Ronnie anywhere?” he asked Nate, one of the other players on their team. He really needed to ask his friend what was happening with his life without mentioning Betty's name.
“He left already, I saw him kissing some blonde chick who was waiting for him at the door before they left hand in hand,” Nate said, winking at Mike as he too hurried out of the changing room. “You might want to change your plans if you intended to hang out with him in the evening, that blonde looked like she had him wrapped around her finger.”
Mike didn’t know what to say, so instead, he slung his bag over his shoulder and walked out of the changing room. How could Ronnie cheat on a woman as hot as Betty? Mike just couldn’t believe it, and he now had the feeling that was the reason why Betty had called him and not her husband. She suspected something was happening with Ronnie, and having asked him if Ronnie was at the game would only mean that she was probably here to cause a scene. Pulling his cell phone out of his pocket, he dialed her number, hurrying through the corridor. She picked up after a couple of rings, and he could hear her sniffing as if she was crying.
“Betty, what is the matter, where are you?” he said quickly into the phone, feeling the need to protect her from all that she must be going through right now. “Are you at the stadium?”
“Yes,” came the faint reply before she sniffed back some more.
“Where exactly are you?” He stopped in his tracks, looking around the hall.
As soon as she told him where she was, Mike hurried off to get her. He broke into a run when he saw her seated alone in the front row, hunched over. She seemed to be crying and looked weak and vulnerable. He cursed the day that Ronnie was born. As he got closer to Betty, he noticed something different about her, she was pregnant. Now, he felt for her more than ever, dashing to her side and putting his hand around her shoulder.
“Betty, what’s the matter?” he asked, wiping away her tears with the back of his hand.
“For how long has this been going on, Mike, for how long?” her voice was cold as ice.
“What are you talking about, Betty?”
“Stop making a fool out of me, Mike, for how long have you known that Ronnie was cheating on me?” Mike had never heard her talking in such a tone, and he could feel the anger and betrayal in her voice.
“I just found out after you called me earlier. When I was leaving the changing rooms, he was already gone. I asked where he was, I was told he was spotted kissing a blonde as they walked away. That’s all that I know,” he said, hoping that she would believe him.
“He’s been cheating on me for a very long time,” she said, staring at her phone. “He’s been making a fool out of me all this time just because I'm pregnant, Mike. Don’t I look beautiful anymore, am I not as sexy as I was when Ronnie married me? Now he is going all over the place with that blonde bitch, but I'm not going to let myself hurt over him, he does not deserve it.”
“Betty you are still the sexiest woman that I have ever met, and at times I regret not being the one that asked you out first,” he said to her gently. “And I think now that you are pregnant, you look much sexier than ever. If I was Ronnie, I would be taking you with me all over just so that I could show you off to the whole world.”
“Do you really mean that, Mike? You have always been so kind and caring to me, but I had no idea that you felt this way,” she said gently, beginning to cry again.
“Hey, don’t waste your tears on him because he doesn’t deserve them,” he patted her back. Being so close to her was making his blood run excitedly through his veins. He could even feel his shaft beginning to twitch around in his pants excitedly although he knew that there could never be anything between him and his best friend’s wife, no matter how appealing she looked to him.
“How about you and I get the hell out of here so that I can buy you lunch and we can talk about it, what do you say?”
“I'm not really hungry, Mike, but I could really use a drink right now. All of this has just gotten me off balance, and I'm still trying to get to terms with everything. Look at these, a friend sent them to me a few minutes ago, and it is clear that they are all from different rooms,” she said, handing him her cell phone.
Mike could not believe his eyes as he flipped through the images of Ethan making love to that blonde secretary of his. This was the lowest that one could stoop, and it was clear that these were taken on more than two occasions.
“Where did you get these, Betty?” he said, handing her back her cell phone.
“I suspected that he was cheating on me because his behaviors changed drastically the moment that he discovered that I was paged. So I hired a private detective to check on him, and these are what he came up with,” she said, drying her eyes and standing up. “And now it is time for payback.”
“At times I think that the truth is better left unknown, you know,” Mike said, getting up after her and noting her sudden change in nature.
“Not in my case, sweetheart, not in my case,” she said as he followed her, noting how much sexier she looked with her pregnancy.
Her hips had broadened out more, her breasts filling out more, and she looked absolutely sexy with the stomach. Mike wanted her more than he had ever wanted her before in his life, and he even felt his dick beginning to harden in his pants.
*****
“Where are we going from here?” Mike asked as they walked out of the building.
“I thought that you asked me out for a late lunch. Well, I'm taking up the offer, but on one condition, we are taking my car,” she smiled at him, and he was intrigued at how she could change her attitude so drastically.
“It looks more like dinner to me, but yes, I agree to the condition,” he smiled at her as Betty led the way to her car, tossing him the keys as soon as she had unlocked the doors.
Betty had her plans. She knew the way that Mike had always wanted her, and now she was going to offer herself to him even though she was pregnant. Just thinking of what an explosive time she intended to have with him made her feel heat spreading through her thighs. It had been quite a long time since Ronnie had made her feel like a woman, and today she was not going to deny Mike what he had wanted to do to her for such a long time.
When she had fallen in love with Ronnie, she had also had a mad crush on Mike, but somehow the ball had ended up in Ronnie's court. Now she regretted it deeply, and she wanted to make up by making things right. She wanted to be with Mike, to offer herself to him in every way that a woman could, and nothing was going to stop her, not even the fact that her husband was his best friend. Ronnie was the one that had started all of this, and it had just brought Betty closer to sin.
“Why did you choose Ronnie over me?” Mike answered as he fired the engine of her car to life.
“Mike, I was in love with both of you, and that is a very hard question to answer. Maybe you could take me to your place after
dinner, and we could talk about it over a glass of wine,” she said temptingly, placing her hand on his thigh, and for the first time noticing the huge erection in his pants that he was trying to cover up with his T-shirt.
“Alternatively, we could go directly to your place, and I could fix us both something to eat. I would really love to taste the desert that you have already prepared for me.”
Her hand moved up his thigh, moving over the huge erection. It felt hard and thick as Betty wrapped her fingers around his cock through the material of his pants, and began jerking it up and down.
“Betty, what are you doing?” he said, clearing his throat as she felt his shaft getting even harder and thicker.
“Something that you’ve wanted me to do for a very long time, sweetie,” she whispered into his ear before nibbling on his earlobe.
Wanting to get a better feel, Betty took her hand off his crotch and slipped it into his pants through the waist, pushing her hand past his boxers. His dick was as hard as a rock, way thicker and longer than Ronnie's, and she did not even want to imagine what it would feel like inside her heated sex. She wrapped her fingers around it and began jerking it up and down, placing her thumb over the tip and beginning to rub it over the precum that had pooled over the slit on the tip. Mike groaned softly as he drove the car, and Betty could tell that he was having a hard time concentrating on the road.
She jerked on the dick for a while, her own sex feeling like it was on fire. She did not know how long she would be able to stand without having him inside her, quenching the lust that had built over the past three months that she had been pregnant.
“Step on the gas, Mike, or else I might have to make love to you right her in the car. If you only knew how badly my body craves you.” She leaned her head against his shoulder as she jerked his shaft up and down.
