So, everyone as you may or may not already be aware, I recently took on this story from Librangen who is just completely an amazing author since she had decided that she no longer wanted to work on the story, and since I loved the story so much, I decided that I would attempt to finish it without mutilating it (too much!)
Librangen promptly sent me everything that she had already written, and then I began to read through it and make a few changes here and there in the story.
However, I should say here that I am intending to keep most of the features and events that were in the original story, exactly the same before I continue to write on by myself.
And, without any further ado, I now present to you Cheating With Him.
Disclaimer: Not Mine!
Enjoy!
SPOV
"This is so lame" I groaned, for what felt like the millionth time. My husband, Bill just simply glared at me in reply. But, seriously didn't I have a right to be annoyed. After all we had been at this particular computer convention since before 9 am and it was already after 5 pm.
And to top things, this was the fourth computer convention that I had been to with Bill. This week.
I wasn't particularly interested in computers, but because I was a doting wife, I went along with my husband to these conventions because I wanted to keep him happy, you know because it was really something that he was interested in. At the moment, though, I was just really ready to head back home, and curl up into my nice warm bed.
"Well then why don't you go off and have a look around" Bill snarled at me, and I could all but see the steam puffing out of his ears, but I just rolled my eyes at him before getting up out of the chair I had been sitting in and I walked off without any further words.
I made my way out of the big room where the computer convention was being held and into the main hall, wondering who in the hell owned this house … no, surely a house is too plain of a way to describe it. Maybe 'mansion' might be a better word to use.
Yes. I very quickly decided. 'Mansion' really would be the word that I would use to describe this place, as I slowly made my way up the grand marble staircase with its expensive looking banisters. Once I was at the top of the staircase, I made the executive decision to turn right – probably because of all of the old portraits that were hanging on the wall.
Each one of the paintings were encased in expensive looking golden frames, and at the bottom of every frame, there was a little golden plaque that contained the name of the person in each frame and also when they lived. The paintings were also hanging on the wall in chronological order. I couldn't help but notice that there was also a little sidelight shining down onto the top of every painting, and there were no more lights on in the landing where I was, so it really made the paintings stand out from the blood red painted walls.
After I had by passed about ten paintings of men and also surprisingly one woman, who I presumed had once owned the house, or at the very least they had lived in the house; I came to a big old fashioned, wood polished door that was complete with a fancy brass doorknob.
My curiosity was immediately piqued at what could possibly be behind the door, so with baited breath, I wrapped my right hand around the doorknob and, much to my surprise, I was able to turn it without any difficulties at all, at when it clicked, I stopped turning it and instead, I began to push it open to reveal that I was in fact standing in the centre of a huge bathroom that was mostly built out of white granite.
The sink was sitting in front of a mirror that can really only be described as huge, and then beside the sink, just in the corner of the room, I saw that there was a huge heavenly looking shower that could probably have held about five or six people without any problems. Not that I would know anything about having showers with multiple people, anyway.
Over at the other side of the room, just opposite the shower, there was an absolutely huge white bath. Well, hot tub might be a better word for it. Words just simply couldn't describe how much I was jealous of the owner of this house because of the hot tub alone. There was also a toilet in the fourth corner of the room, which I quickly did my business on before washing my hands at the sink.
I hadn't even realised that I needed the bathroom until the toilet was there in front of me.
Maybe I had just been itching to try it out? Because I was in a rich person's house? So that I could say that I had sat down on and used what most be the most expensive John on the planet?
But alas, all I knew was that I had needed to use the toilet and there was one there.
After that, I cast one final glance around the room before walking out of it, and closing the big wooden door behind me, with a reluctant sigh. It really was such a beautiful looking bathroom.
I carefully made my way even further down the landing, continuing to look at all of the old oil portraits hanging on the wall. I also by passed another four doors, all of which were locked so I was unable to get into them. However, when I came to a fifth door, I was surprised to find that it was open, so naturally I walked in, intending to do some more exploring.
Without any concerns at all, I pulled the door wide open to reveal a marvellous looking bedroom, and immediately regretted it since I had obviously interrupted something.
My eyes widened almost comically as I realised just what exactly that something was. I had just walked in on a man who could only be described as the most gorgeous man on the planet, with his short blonde hair, his blue eyes, his lean muscled body and his pearly white teeth, pounding into a smaller brown haired woman from behind. He had his hands on her hips and she was grunting and panting at the feeling of his movements behind her.
'What I wouldn't give for him to fuck me like that' I thought to myself, and then I instantly felt guilty because I shouldn't be looking at him like this, I shouldn't even be here. I should be leaving before either of them noticed that I was here.
Imagine just how awkward that that would be!
I was just in the process of backing very slowly out of the room, trying to avoid all eye contact with either of the two people in the room (even if I did desperately want to check out the hot blonde a little more … after all, I may be needing a little more material for when Bill decided that he wanted sex), when suddenly the man looked up from his task and saw that I was standing there.
"Can I help you?" he asked, and immediately he stopped his movements within the woman, causing her to look up at me too, and she scrambled in movement in an attempt at covering herself up.
I didn't have any answers for that, so instead of saying something stupid that I would probably regret, I just turned and all but ran out of the room. Before I knew it, I was standing right beside our car, which was a bright yellow 1973 Honda Civic. And to make matters even better, it was falling apart.
But no, my husband refused completely to trade it in for another newer car.
I guess that he just couldn't bear to part with it. After all, he had had the car for over ten years now. I think that it was his first car. In fact, it the only car that he has ever owned.
I quickly climbed into the old rust bucket, and slammed it behind me. Ignoring the fact that Bill had ever so graciously forgotten to lock it. I just sat there in complete and utter silence, as I tried to force myself to forget what I had seen in the room, but no matter how much that I tried, I couldn't get the image of the sexy blonde man out of my mind.
However, I was rudely pulled out of my thoughts a few moments later, by the shrill sounds of my phone alerting me to the fact that I had a text.
With a sigh, I quickly slipped the phone out of the pocket of my jeans and opened my phone. Of course it was Bill who was texting me. 'Where the fuck are you?! You need to come back into the hall now' it read.
Shit. Fuck. How the hell will I be able to go back in there when I had walked in on him? But, I was going to have to suck it up and return back to my husband. I just prayed that I didn't run into him again, so with my fingers crossed, I got back out of the car and made my way back into the mansion.
'Please don't let me bump into them! Please don't let me bump into them!' I repeated into myself, just as I saw that Bill was standing on top of a podium that had been set up on a stage that I hadn't noticed earlier.
Why in the fuck was he standing on top of a podium? And, more importantly why in the hell hadn't I noticed it earlier? I mean, I had been here long enough.
So … what do we think? Should I be continuing on with this? Do we like it? Let me know …