Fritz unlocked Brenda Leigh's front door with the key he hadn't bothered to return since their marriage fell apart six months ago. He was in search of his winter parka, probably hanging, dusty, in the hall closet with all of the heavy winter gear neither of them had ever used beyond a couple skiing trips when they were newly wed. He had never bothered to retrieve the jacket - wasn't sure he had closet space in his new apartment for it and the boots and the skis he hauled west with him ages ago and had used twice.
The house was quiet. Brenda Leigh was home; her Crown Vic was in the drive, her massive purse slumped against the table next to the front door. He was surprised at how clean the kitchen was. There were no dishes in the sink, no crumbs on the counter, and the coffee pot and a few mugs and wine glasses rested in the dish drain. He grimaced. Something was up. Part of the reason he had let go of his wife so easily was because he had been certain that after two weeks of having to do for herself, she would be crawling back to the comfort he offered. Even now, six months later, he still half expected her to come knocking on his new door, contrite and tearful, but it hadn't happened.
Halfway down the hallway, he heard a cry. And then another. A female voice singing out in pleasure. Brenda, masturbating? The idea intrigued him. Over five years of marriage, he could count on one hand the times that Brenda Leigh had initiated intercourse. She was always willing enough if he had the urge, but for all her flirtation and all of her feminine wiles, she had never been particularly sexually aggressive in their relationship. And he had never, ever caught her touching herself. The idea excited him. Maybe they could have some of that totally hot but completely wrong post separation sex he'd heard about from some of his buddies. He quieted his steps and crept towards the bedroom.
The bedroom door at the end of the hallway was open, and Brenda Leigh was naked in the bed, but she wasn't alone. She was prone, her skin looked pale and soft in the low light from the parted curtains. Her legs were parted slightly and he could see the dusky pink lips of her sex were unfurled and glistening. Her blonde head and thin shoulders bobbed enthusiastically over her partner's crotch. She was making noises and grinding her hips into the duvet in a way that suggested giving head was giving her intense gratification. He gritted his teeth at the thought of her enjoying a blow job. That particular sexual act had always been like pulling teeth with her.
He grimaced and turned to leave. The floor board creaked, loudly and he cringed and froze. He could practically hear Brenda's neck crack as her head whipped around.
"Why Fritzi, how nice of you to show up announced." He turned back around, slowly. Brenda was kneeling on the bed, facing him, but still between her bedmate's legs. Sweat dampened her hairline and neck, trailing down the valley between her breasts and glistening slightly over her abdomen. Her head was cocked in that utterly disarming way that always signified she was going in for the kill during an interrogation. He gulped. Sharon Raydor's face popped into view behind Brenda as she propped herself up on her elbows. Her presence felt like a punch. Her naked body made his cock stir in his pants. It pissed him off.
"What the fuck, Brenda. Raydor!" He was a half-way decent profiler; a lot of things were falling into place for him. All the antagonism, the tension between the two of them. He should have seen it. He should have seen that something like this was going on.
He nearly threw up when Raydor smirked at him. Her luxurious dark auburn hair was disheveled, her lips swollen, her heavy, ivory breasts were flushed, the and worst of all her green eyes were dark with arousal and sparkling with a little mirth. She looked utterly wanton and utterly fuckable, and it made him sick.
"I believe you know Cap'n Raydor, Fritz. Deputy Chief now, I s'ppose. We were just celebrating her promotion. Was there anything in particular you wanted?" Her tone was light, mocking. She was shameless; they were shameless.
"Dyking it up, Brenda Leigh? Well, I'm glad to find out that what fucked up our marriage was your desire for dried up old cunt, and not anything that I did," he spat out. Brenda's jaw dropped and her eyes welled up with tears. He instantly felt bad about the outburst.
"Agent Howard," Raydor growled, "why don't you join me in the living room." She swung off the bed, keeping eye contact with him as she grabbed a robe and swung it around her shoulders. "And don't even think about running out of here, Fritz." Her voice was as low and calm as ever, and full of dangerous promise.
In silhouette, she was maybe more beautiful. Her silky hair brushed her shoulder blades lightly. Raydor's breasts were lovely and large and rode fairly low on her chest, the nipples slightly upturned. Her belly was rounded and a little soft, making a striking contrast with her ass and thighs, which were as defined and muscular as any observer of her frankly memorable calves would be lead to imagine. Brenda Leigh had slumped on the bed, turned her back to the door, drawn her knees up to her chest, and had begun to cry. Fritz couldn't stop looking at the woman who was fucking his wife.
He turned on his heel and managed to resist stomping down the hallway. He heard Raydor murmur something something to Brenda Leigh and heard Brenda Leigh murmur something back. He threw himself on the armchair and tried to keep himself from crossing his arms or pouting.
Raydor padded into the room on bare feet, glasses perched on her nose, hair pulled over one shoulder. Her robe was gray silk and short and rode up high on her thighs when she perched on the couch, knees pressed together and angled towards him.
"She was going to tell you this weekend." Raydor caught his eyes and kept the contact. "We weren't trying to hide, but we both needed to be on solid ground before we faced the department. My promotion made it easier, though."
"Brenda Leigh has agonized over this for months, Fritz. Over whether or not her latent attraction to women affected her relationships; every single romantic relationship she's ever had." She sighed and pushed her glasses further up her nose.
"We both know that Brenda isn't the most emotionally aware person in the world, and despite being happy in our relationship, she is really, really torn up about your marriage and how your life together ended and is trying to figure out what role her sexuality might have played in that."
He groaned and put his head in his hands. "Just tell me, Sharon, that you weren't sleeping together before we separated."
"Oh, Fritz, no. We weren't any more than cordial to one another until after. I know that our current relationship puts the tension we experienced at work in a different light, and I know you see that now." Her cheeks colored faintly. "I knew what it could be, and though I indulged my desire to protect Brenda quite frequently, I would never, ever break up someone else's relationship. At best, she saw me as a colleague who had her back." Her face was inscrutable as she let him digest.
He swallowed his pride and said something he should have said well over a year ago. "I don't know if I'll ever be able to let go of all my jealousy, Sharon, but you were a rock during the lawsuits. The difference between loyalty and protectiveness wasn't always apparent to Brenda, but I saw it. And I'll always be thankful."
"There are some other things, things about her past, that Brenda told me in confidence that I don't feel comfortable sharing. You'll have to talk to her about details, if you want them."
Fritz resisted the urge to refer to Raydor as 'that woman' in his internal monolgue. She was imminently reasonable, clearly had deep feelings for Brenda Leigh and wanted to make her happy. He steeled himself and met her eyes again. "I'm sorry about my outburst, Captain. It might take me a little time, but I will apologize to Brenda. Tell her that for me, please." Sometimes being an adult sucked.
"It's okay, Fritz. Take your time, but don't leave her on the hook too long, please. She's hurting." They both stood - Raydor's robe separated above the tie and the deep valley of her cleavage was on display. It took a long minute for him to drag his gaze away, and when his eyes met hers, she was smirking.