by E. C. Towers
“Come then, we’ll question him together. We'll overwhelm him, and he'll probably crack quicker than you think."
She grabbed Linda firmly by the hand, and they walked back into the closet together. Linda didn't know exactly what was going to happen next, and it didn't matter because Dalila had clearly taken over the wheel.
“I'm going to let Linda ask you questions, and you better answer or I will get security in here to beat you to a pulp for breaking and entering.”
Jacob nodded, and it didn't take much for him to spill the beans. Jacob was disappointed in himself at how easily he had cracked and how easily his loyalty to Tim was abandoned for his newfound insatiable thirst for Linda. This is something he could've planned on.
He explained about Tim's obsession with Linda, and then the disappearance of both her and Tim, which had gotten him suspicious and on the next plane to Mexico. He looked for her and secretly hoped he would gain some fame or notoriety for the act, since the police were clueless and didn't even know where to begin looking.
“What were you planning on doing when you found me?”
Linda was steadily regretting her decision to make out with him before she fully knew his motive. He was after her to do what? Get revenge? Turn her in?
“Honestly, I don't know. I don't think I really believed I would find you. Tim told me who you were, and I've seen you around town, but… you still seemed kind of like a unicorn to me. I wanted to see you up close. See why Tim was so hard up,” Jacob paused. “I see why he was so hard up.”
Dalila rolled her eyes, “Quit kissing ass.”
She looked over at Linda hoping that she hadn’t fallen for that thick pile of bullshit. Despite Linda's stone cold poker face, there was a twinkle in her eye and a very subtle blush of pink on her cheeks.
“My husband is going to kill you for breaking into the house. And I'm not exaggerating or trying to threaten you. I'm just telling you the facts. He will literally kill you.”
Jacob's mouth went dry. Only he would unknowingly break into some criminal’s house. He was in way over his head.
Linda closed her eyes. Yes, Derek would kill this bold and naïve boy without any hesitation. He wouldn't see a handsome young man in front of him like Linda did; he would see a goat, a mule sent there to observe him by someone planning to kill him. Suspicion was Derek's go-to reaction to every such situation. It was the perils of doing illegal shit for 20-some odd years.
Dalila motioned to Linda to follow her back outside the closet, who took the cue and followed.
“We can't tell Derek.” Dalila read her mind again.
“Then what am I supposed to do with him?” This situation was snowballing, and she was getting stuck trying to figure out what she should do with Jacob.
“Fuck him.” Dalila winked, “I would.”
Linda almost had, recalling the soft press of his lips against her neck. The feel of solid chest over his damp shirt.
“Yes, let's talk about the important stuff,” Linda said, annoyed by how crass she was being.
“Well, we're still trying to figure it out, so you might as well.”
Dalila was only partly teasing, wondering if Linda was the kind of girl she was. She loved guys in their 20s: so full of passion and purpose, putting their dick into anything that would let them. She loved how easily impressed they were, how new their bodies were, like the manly equivalent of that new car smell. Dalila never tired of riding a young one once in a while.
“It sounds like you want to fuck him,” Linda said.
“Well, I never said we couldn't share.”
Dalila needed to make light of a situation that was getting entirely too serious for her. Plus, she was enjoying teasing Ms. Seriously Serious St. John. She briefly wondered what Linda would look like in the throes of passion and made a deal with herself to peek in on them one more time before she left. Just in case Linda caved and decided to have her way with the hot guy in her closet.
“Let's talk about what we need to do.”
We? No. You mean you. What are you going to do?”
10
What Was Heard
Derek walked into the courtyard, moving lightly, trying not to make any noise. He hated waking up Dalila, who would get cranky and begin pacing around the room in the tiny see-through tank top she wore to bed. Her nipples would be as hard as his cock, but she would become so angry at the intrusion that she would refuse his advances. The scenario always left him to take care of himself in the shower, which always annoyed him.
Satisfying himself was hardly satisfying. His hand just wasn't the same as Dalila riding him with abandon. Her petite body would take on an uncharacteristic strength as she slowly took him inside her, having full control of how fast and how deep he went. He would linger his fingers where the curve of her ass met with her waist and feel her quiver underneath his fingertips with each thrust of his dick. He would feel her tighten around his pole, warm and wet, and she would convulse as she came over and over on him. The warmth seeped down to the very base of his cock and down his balls, causing him to explode all over her every time.
Derek was hard just thinking about it but stopped mid-step up to his house when he noticed the guest house lights were still on. From his distance, it sounded like there were people talking. He walked back down the stairs and slowly walked to the guesthouse.
Linda and Dalila were talking; he could see their shapes through the sheer curtains. What the hell were they doing up? Derek smiled that the girls were getting along, reassuring him that his decision to have Linda stay with him was a good one. He knew Dalila might have a problem with it, but he hoped that it would pass and that she would soon warm up to Linda. Derek could tell she was starting to have a tough time with his business: the odd hours and secrets he had to keep, and now she had to keep. She was isolated in this house, and the once carefree and vibrant woman he had fallen love with was becoming cynical and dark. When he first noticed the changes in his wife a couple months ago, it had been intriguing. It was as if she were a whole new woman; a deeper, more complex woman. It felt very much like The Invasion of the Body Snatchers, and he hated to admit it, but it was kind of exciting. Linda was so very different now. Derek almost felt like he was sleeping with a different woman.
Dalila remained intense and passionate, but it was enhanced by an underlying aggressiveness he had never witnessed in her before. Pushing his head between her legs when she wanted him to go down on her, pulling his hair as she lightly bit his neck; it was very subtle, but he noticed.
* * *
After a while, though, it progressed to a full-on depression, sometimes with Dalila staying in bed all day. It concerned him, and when Linda reached out for help, he saw it as an opportunity to help Dalila out too. Linda is the only woman that could relate and help her with the stress she was going through.
The door to the guest room opened, and Dalila walked out. She looked tired but still walked with a purposeful stride, as if she was going to a courtroom to defend a client instead of going to bed.
“Hey,” she greeted him as he met her in the middle of the courtyard.
“Hey, what's going on? You and Linda have a late night girl chat or something?” he asked nonchalantly, though Dalila could still hear a very smug tone of the “I told you so” variety.
“Girl chat? What are we, twelve?” she smirked and walked past him back to their house.
“So what were you doing over there?”
“We were talking. I couldn't sleep. She couldn't sleep. So we talked.”
“About what?” Derek followed her as she walked inside the house, to their bedroom.
“Nothing. Stupid things. I mean, what do you want to know? You think we're comparing notes about you or what?”
He sensed a hint of anxiety in her voice and immediately got suspicious. “What's going on between you two?”
She rolled her eyes, knowing what he was thinking, the perverted fuck.
“Are you serious right now?”<
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“Yes, I'm serious. Why are you giving me vague answers? What's going on?”
“Nothing is going on, dear. I went there, had a bottle of wine with her, and we talked. Mostly about what she would do next.”
“You didn't make her feel unwelcome, did you?” Derek needled her while watching her change slowly into her pajamas.
They still hadn't been married long enough for him to be bored or indifferent about her magnificent body. She had some hips on her and a big rounded behind, which looked even larger on her petite frame, all of which balanced out by her full breasts. Dalila was all curves and hills, and even if you were blind, you'd know you were touching a woman.
“No, I didn't. We just discussed her plans.”
“So what are her plans?” he asked, hoping that Linda wasn't planning on leaving too soon.
He loved Dalila, but he would be lying if he said he wasn't turned on having an ex-lover in the same vicinity as his wife. He would never cheat on the Dalila, but just the fact that he had the option was enough to make his cock tighten up.
“She doesn't know, but she told me that's what she's been doing all day. Researching, I guess,” Dalila lied.
She had no idea if that's what Linda was doing at all, but that's what she suspected. After she had made it clear to Linda that she wasn't all the way onboard with her staying there, she had suspected that Linda was looking for another place to crash in Mexico.
Derek slipped in under the covers with Dalila and immediately fell asleep, despite his hard-on. She rolled her eyes as he drifted off to sleep. She had wanted to ride him tonight, but now there was no way she would be able to wake him up for that. Dalila tried to sleep it off, but she couldn't. She was completely wet down below, and she ached to receive a throbbing cock inside her.
After she had realized that sleep wasn't coming, Dalila grabbed her vibrator and decided to come herself.
Linda knocked softly on their door. Jacob was still in the closet with his hands tightly bound behind his back. She couldn't sleep with him in the next room. After getting a taste of his sweet lips, and the hardness of him against her, it had made her antsy. She didn't think she could trust herself enough not to go back into the closet and finish what they had started. So instead, she got up and decided to ask Derek and Dalila if it was okay to sleep on their couch.
When no one answered her knock, she tried the doorknob and much to her delight, the door opened and swung open effortlessly as if to welcome her to a magical Narnia.
Linda stepped in slowly.
“Dalila?” she whispered.
Nothing.
Linda closed the door carefully, making sure she didn't make any noise as they were obviously asleep. She grabbed a pen and scribbled a note on a piece of paper that was directed to both of them, explaining why she was in here and why was she sleeping in their living room.
As she propped up the note on the entry table, so it would be the first thing they saw when they got up, she heard a noise coming from down the hallway, past their bedroom.
She sat there not knowing what to do. Linda was so intrigued by the noise coming down the hallway, she couldn't help but follow the sound. The hallway to their master bedroom was pitch black, and their bedroom was all the way in the back. She walked quickly but quietly until she got to their door.
There were moans… from Dalila.
She strained to figure out what the other underlying noise was and decided that it sounded like a slow hum. She was sure it was a vibrator because the only noise coming from Derek was a quiet snore.
Linda decided to try her luck again and turned the doorknob. Much to her delight, it turned easily, and the door made no sound as she opened it a crack. Linda's eyes had already adjusted to the dark hallway, so it was downright bright in their bedroom with the alarm clock light illuminating the far side of the room where their bed was. It had sheer canopy cascading from the bed frame posts. It was just a romanticized mosquito net, but under the glow of the lighted clock numbers, it looked downright ethereal.
Linda watched as Dalila undulated her back in the throes of passion. She was fully involved in pleasing herself and Linda felt it was safe to open the door a little more. It gave off a slight squeak, but she saw that Dalila didn't even flinch or react to the noise, and she was pretty positive that Dalila didn't hear it.
But Dalila had heard the subtle squeak of the door; the squeak that she had asked Derek to fix only to be refused when he couldn’t hear it. So now, whenever he came in at 3:00 in the morning, that squeak would wake her right up. Derek had shaken his hands, convinced that she was just being picky because he didn't have hearing like a dog.
Dalila almost sat up to see who it was but moments after she heard the barely audible squeak, she had an orgasm so powerful that she went limp with exhaustion as soon as it was through. As she lay there catching her breath, she looked towards the door briefly and saw that it was open. Someone was watching her.
She immediately knew it was Linda and began playing with herself again, slowly, working up another orgasm that was better than the first, now that she had an audience to entertain.
Linda stood at the door stock-still. She thought Dalila had briefly looked her way until she moaned and arched her back in pleasure. Linda let out a sigh of relief that she had not been found. She watched as Dalila continued to undulate her back and push herself against her vibrator. Nor could she even concentrate on figuring it out when the light of the alarm clock reflected off Dalila's small, firm breasts. Her nipples were so erect they were casting a little bit of a shadow. Her chest bounced and twitched as she worked her way into another orgasm. Linda couldn't believe Derek was passed out cold with his delicious wife naked next to him, having to take care of it herself. Linda got worked up and stepped away from the door, walking back to the living room. She settled into the couch and promptly went to sleep.
Dalila fell back into bed, exhausted after her second orgasm. She dropped her vibrator on the floor as she twisted the motor off, promising herself she would put it away tomorrow. Dalila glanced at the doorway again and saw that it was closed. Linda was gone, and much to her surprise, she was very disappointed that she was no longer watching.
11
When Lies Flow Like Water
Linda woke up to a low chuckling and a hot cup of coffee in her face. She looked up through heavy lids to see Derek sitting on the ottoman directly in front of her.
“You got scared of a little noise?” he asked with a hearty laughter.
Whatever points he had scored with her were immediately forgotten as his amused and condescending look reminded her of what a jerk he was.
She took the coffee from him and refused to be baited by his play. From an outside eye, it was lighthearted fun, but Linda knew this had been Derek's way of undermining her, a simple tactic to involuntarily undermine herself. His usual ploy for getting his way, and she usually gave him plenty of ammunition.
“I'm surprised that a strong and independent woman like yourself would run to mommy and daddy's room over a little bump in the night,” he continued with that smug smile.
She wanted to slap it off his face, permanently.
“You run a shady operation, Derek. How do I know it isn't one of your rival gangs trying to off you and everyone you're associated with?”
“Oh, nice try trying to pin the blame on me. Admit it, you were scared.”
Dalila walked out to find Derek and Linda talking, the latter of who had obviously just woken up on their couch. That was her behind the door yesterday. As if to confirm her suspicions, she noted that Linda avoided eye contact with her as soon as she entered the room.
“What's going on? Did you sleep on our couch?” she feigned ignorance.
Derek laughed once again, taking pure pleasure in explaining to Dalila why Linda was here.
“She got scared of some noises outside the guesthouse and chose to sleep in our living room,” he chuckled, clearly amused with himself.
“Don't
pay attention to him. He's a complete asshole in the morning, and sometimes even in the afternoon if I'm lucky.”
Dalila rolled her eyes and walked past Derek to get to the coffee maker.
“You can sleep here whenever. I hate that guesthouse. It's too dark and too far and isolated from the house. I don't blame you for coming here.”
Linda was surprised at Dalila's kindness. Though she had started talking to her again upon discovering Jacob, the cold demeanor she’d used for a shield seemed to have thawed. Not to mention, she looked amazing in the morning. Hair tousled, wearing an unassuming t-shirt that was a size too large for her and nothing else. The t-shirt was worn in some areas, and at a certain angle, when the sun coming from the window hit her just right, she could see her lovely bottom.
Dalila caught Linda's eye this time, and instead of darting away, they lingered with a certain look of longing.
Derek took a big drink from his cup, oblivious to the sexual energy between Linda and his wife.
“All right ladies, if you'll excuse me...” Derek announced, tightening the sash on his robe and took a bow, “I have a few meetings this morning, and I must get ready.”
He sauntered back to the bedroom and winked obnoxiously at Linda on the way back.
“He's can be an asshole. But, well, you know that.”
Dalila was looking down into her coffee as if something amazing was in it, and not because she didn't think she could look at Linda and avoid asking about what she had seen.
“Listen,” Linda spoke quietly, “I think we need to tell him about Jacob.”
Occupied by her thoughts of Linda’s possible voyeurism, she had completely forgotten about Jacob, who she assumed was still in Linda's closet.
"No. I mean..." she stuttered.
She honestly didn't know what to do with Jacob, but she knew for certain that she didn't want Derek knowing.
