That Time of Year, Ch. 4: Betrayal by ohstoney

That Time of Year

by H. Jekyll

Chapter 4. Betrayal.

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In memory of Ruthiev2.

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This chapter is posted as a Romance though it focuses on a sexual betrayal. It is part of a longer romance, so bear with.

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Rita and Will peel off their clothes and scramble under the covers -- a sheet, a comforter, and a spread. Will starts to explore Rita's body and she grabs his hands. "Ouch! They're cold!" He rubs them on his stomach to warm them, then goes back to the attack, caressing everywhere the way he now knows she likes, followed by his mouth, all the way down, with stops at her breasts and navel, sucking and licking, ending between her legs. She takes his head in both her hands and pulls him hard against her, but after a moment he pulls free and laughs.

"You don't get off that quickly."

Will pulls her arm to the side and nips her underarm. "Oh!" He kisses her on the bite and goes back down to business. He can't get over how long her nipples are, so he spends a lot of time on them before going back down between her legs, licking, and licking, and oh yeah! She bucks like he knew she would and cries the cry he loves to hear.

Rita's not cold anymore. Lying flat on her back she pushes the covers down to cool off, and as she rests she begins caressing Will back, then moves her hands to Will's cock, from his balls to the head. She is fascinated by his erections and takes full credit for them.

"You're lucky you're with me or you'd never have gotten another one."

Tonight was the first time she'd seen him give himself his injection.

"You can't use the pill?"

"Not strong enough. If this didn't work, I'd have gone straight to an implant."

"But you have to stick the needle..." she nods toward his penis, "...in there?"

"Yes. And then I stick it..." He nods toward her crotch, "...into there."

"You idiot!" Rita laughs and slaps Will on the chest and kisses him.

Rita makes Will lie still so she can play with it, his medically-enhanced prick, then she leans down to take it into her mouth sucks it and caresses it with her tongue. Their second time after it had begun working right, she'd asked,

"Can you tell me the best way to use my mouth? The best way for you?"

"Well. I only know it from the receiving end. I could let you know how it's working."

So he did, and she paid attention, and he'd erupted into her mouth. It was as bad as she'd expected, but strangely exciting, and she'd gotten another of those explosive orgasms.

Fay could never do that.

Afterwards, she had held his cock in her mouth and sucked him softly.

My Will. Make me do you.

"I never did that before, Will. Never."

Now he'd like her to do it every time, but you don't want to wear out your welcome. And there are other things to do, things she'd never experienced beyond the straight, repetitive missionary sex with Ben. When she'd had sex with Ben at all. Will loves all of it. He'd gone such a long time without, and now he has a woman to do it with, and a working prick.

Tonight, Will doesn't get to cum yet. Rita straddles him, leaning as far up as she can without pulling him out of her, far enough up that she can lean over and get her breasts to his mouth, one then the other, then back. Those exquisite nipples. The bruised one is almost healed. He sucks and nibbles and she makes a sound somewhere between a grunt and a moan. One nipple, then the other, then back, and she starts rubbing her mound against him. Faster. And now she's coming. Again!

Most people their age don't have sex very often. A lot never have sex at all. But Will is reborn, and he thinks about Rita's body during the day, and her responses, and things they could do.It's like I'm a kid again.And she's game. She doesn't necessarily want sex, the completion, but she wants the kisses and the caresses and his contact, and she wants to feel him on her and inside her, and when there's the loving and the penetration, it seems to pull the rest of it up and pour it over her. She came twice tonight. How is that even possible?

Neither of them understands the new Rita, who orgasms so easily. Will knows women's sexuality is more complicated than men's, and he wonders how much credit he should get.What did I do?Once Rita is finished, she slides down his body so he can stay inside her, and they lie quietly for a bit, Will just feeling Rita from the inside.

Later, Rita keeps putting a hand to Will's cock and caressing it. It moves a little under her hand, even afterwards, and it's all that keeps him from going to sleep.

*****

"Will? I need to tell you something."

He looks up.

"You don't have to be faithful to me."What?Another of her post-coital conversations. He's certain he'll never get used to them. "As long as you come back to me."

Now he's fast awake.

"What in the world? I'm going to be faithful."

"You weren't faithful before, and I understand."

"Read my lips, Margaret Fairclough. I'm going to be faithful."

"Fay wasn't faithful to me." They let that float for a moment. "And I wasn't faithful to Ben."

Will doesn't completely agree. He doesn't argue, but he thinks,You were faithful to Ben for what, a couple of decades? Until you met Fay and changed your allegiances, and then you were faithful to her until she died.

Rita is talking again.

"I found out about Fay about two weeks after I moved in with her. I came home and she was in bed with another woman."

"And that didn't break you two up?"

"I thought she'd be mortified, but she wasn't. She told me to take off my clothes and get in bed with them."

"And you did?"

"Well, you know, sometimes lovestruck girls want to let their partners do things."

Fay had demanded that Rita start kissing the other woman, another married woman. Over time, Rita found that married women were Fay's specialty.

She made Rita suck the other woman's vulva and lick her clitoris and bring her to orgasm while Fay masturbated her, then had them trade places. After that each had to lick Fay in turn. Then came rest and a snack of wine and cheese and crackers, before Fay made the other woman lie down on her back again. Fay mounted her face and slid her sex back and forth over the woman's mouth while Rita did cunnilingus again on the woman. Both Fay and the other woman came. Rita managed not to cum even once, but she faked it well enough that she didn't ruin the experience for either of them.

Will doesn't ask for the particulars and Rita doesn't offer them.

"Before I moved in, Fay had told me she had these sexual appetites and I had to get used to them, but I thought I would be enough for her. It's not the way it turned out."

"Did this happen a lot? The threesomes?" Will is trying to sound blasé and cool.

"Sometimes."

"I don't think we'll do many threesomes."

"Maybe bring in a second guy?" She's trying to make a joke of it.

"Even less likely." He decides to check on something: "Did she ever whip you?"

"No. But she did tie me up a few times, and she and another woman would work me over."

She gets a far-away look.

"Rita?"

"Nothing. Just that it was hot."

"Maybe you can give me some pointers."

He has another question.

"Why did you two stay together? No, I understand wanting to be with you. But if she was trying to seduce all the married women in greater Indianapolis, you included, how did you two stay together?"

"I don't know. We loved each other. When we finally talked about getting married, I told her I couldn't do it if she kept being, you know, profligate."

"And she was faithful after that?"

"She said she was."

*****

It's a beautiful love match, or so Will thinks until the belief is shattered two days later by a freakish coincidence.

While shopping in the lumber section at a Home Depot, Will turns a corner at the exact moment a giant of a man cracks open an employees' door and peeks out. That is curious. The man is clearly checking to be certain the coast is clear, but there must be a fog or something because he misses Will and opens the door further. Rita steps out, buttoning the top button of her blouse. She turns to the man, smiles up at him, and touches a hand to his cheek, after which they briefly kiss. Both glance around in the guilty fashion of people who don't want to appear guilty, then they depart separately.

Will stares at some treated two-by-eights and tries to understand it. Oh, it's understandable enough, but in the shock and awe of the moment he doesn't believe it.It's not real. It's real. It's somebody else. It's Rita.

Thank God Rita didn't walk in his direction. Or maybe don't thank God. Still, it could have been a teachable moment, as folks say, and the moment is lost. Again: Rita? Again: yes, Rita. In a Home Depot? Will seldom shops there, as it's much farther from his home than the other big DIY stores. This was on a whim. It's even farther from Rita's place. And the man: he's willing to commit a firing offense? With Rita? In the goddamned store itself? He walks right past Will and goes back to work.

And Will. William Hathaway. Suddenly alone in the world, suddenly without his love. He goes out to his car and sits there, wiping his eyes. Staring at nothing.Rita! Do I just ask you? Tell you what I saw? Let you make up an explanation? There must be an explanation.He knows what it is.

There's an electronics store nearby. Will looks at it for several minutes, then goes inside and buys a recording device, a small, self-actuated, audio-recording thing. It's battery powered and allows for both listening and recording over the Web. New parents sometimes use them for baby monitors. He realizes he's doing what cuckolds do in all those stories he's read about faithless spouses. He wishes he were in such a story so he'd know exactly what to do. At least he knows what to do with the gizmo, so he opens the package and begins adjusting the settings while still in the parking lot.

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Rita's car isn't at home. Will lets himself in, goes to her bedroom -- a room he knows well, having been there just two nights before -- links the device to Rita's wi-fi, and sets it behind an empty shoebox atop her dresser. He's ashamed of himself for doing it, almost enough to stop.Just ask her!But he has to know more. He has toknow.

I'm not on any moral high ground. I was married! I had kids! If LaDonna had found out, she'd have kicked me out and been right to do it. I could have gotten an STI. I could have ruined my family. I was lucky, and maybe LaDonna was lucky. But let Rita do something hinky with a guy in a Home Depot and... oh, damn it all to hell!

They have a date on Saturday and he's to spend the night at her house. Maybe he'll know something before then. Actually, he can know something only if it's bad. If she doesn't do anything before then, he'll have to decide whether to confront her on the basis of ten seconds in a Home Depot.

And does it truly count as cheating? Will makes the mistake of asking himself that, and he grimaces. How to categorize it?We're not married.They're not even living together. Just dating, really, though very involved. What if she were a casual date who also sexed other men? Would he think less of her? Will considers it a moment.

No, I don't think so.

What's the difference?

She's my woman. She told me I'm her guy. I told her I love her. She said she loves me.

Can he believe what she said or know what she truly feels?

Do I even have a right to judge her?

What if she had simply told him she wanted more space, had wanted them both to be freer? She's experienced, at least with women.

Would I have agreed?

Maybe, though an open relationship is typically a prelude to the end of things. But he might have agreed if only to try to maintainsomethingwith her. But -- another 'but' -- she hasn't told himanything.It's cheating because that's how Rita is treating it.

*****

At home, Will is lucky -- or he's not -- because he gets a hit on the app. He's been sitting at the computer and playing video solitaire while waiting. About seven, the device sends some sounds; first distant voices, then a man's voice and a woman's. They're talking and the woman is Rita. Will listens. The man says something. It sounds like he's ordering her to do something.

Suddenly, Will isn't listening.

What the hell is happening to me? What am I becoming?

Spying on the woman he loves. Setting up surveillance equipment in his love's bedroom. Leaning forward to listen to her cheat.

God, I'm a sick bastard! I told her she deserves her privacy. She fucking deserves her privacy!

Will turns off the device. He deletes and fragments the audio file. He deletes and fragments the app. He slams the laptop shut, goes to his car, gets in, and drives. Anywhere. Nowhere. He's going, but he's not leaving his mind behind.

That monster is doing her right now. He's fucking her. Right now! She's whimpering. Right now! Don't think of it. Don't. Think of something else, anything else. I can't. I can't not think of it! What can I do? Nothing.

The adulterer is shattered by his lover. Let's all chuckle nervously at the karmic irony, though understanding it doesn't help Will a whit. What to do? What to do indeed? No, he doesn't get drunk, nor does he speed crazily or crash or do anything else to kill himself. He doesn't think of killing Rita or her massive new fling.

That bastard! That fucking bastard. He looks like a defensive end. He could have any number of women. Why is he fucking a grandmother?

Will just drives.

Somehow, he's on highway 31, up through Kokomo. Sometime later he's made it to South Bend, almost to Lake Michigan. The northern part of the state has been hit by a cold front and for half an hour the air is filled with flurries that seem to whoosh up out of the headlights and either hit the windshield or fly overhead. So what? It really doesn't matter how far he drives or how lovely the snow is. Nothing can make him stop thinking that maybe right now Rita is having an orgasm or is sucking him, or maybe is feeling a monstrous cock pushed all the way up her ass. Could a sixty-something year old woman tolerate that? He doesn't know, but he can imagine it. He can imagine her loving it.

The snow ends as he turns west on I-94 toward Gary, the worst city in America.

That's where I belong.

Then he's driving south on I-65 back toward Indy. He's been in the northern half of the state the whole night. For a bit he'd toyed with the idea of getting a room in Chicago, in a swank hotel like the Palmer House, and maybe hiring a pro. That's not too far beyond Gary, but there just didn't seem to be any purpose to it.

By the time he gets home it's almost two, but he can't sleep.

They've finished by now, long before now, while I was on the road.

He'll be home in his own bed, Mr. Whomever, maybe sleeping beside his wife. Unless he's spending the night.

Well, I guess I won't know that, will I?

Rita's asleep by now. She sleeps peacefully. He's watched her sleep and loved watching her sleep.My girl.Tonight, his girl is peacefully filled with the giant's semen. Would it have been better if she'd sexed awomanfrom the Home Depot? Will thinks it might have been.

Sleep well, my love. We have to talk tomorrow.

*****

To be retired means that typically you sleep as late as you want. Today, Will doesn't want to awaken at all. His mind is filled with words and lines from things he's read, all signifying abandonment. Earlier, he dreamed of Rita, and in the dream she was like the girl from that Yeats poem, the glimmering girl, who called him by his name and ran, and faded through the brightening air. Will saw her fade. He's never dreamed a dream from a poem -- does anyone? -- but this morning he did. The closer he got the more she faded. He wakes with a vision of her disappearing across the river and into the trees. He's barely rational when he finally gets up.

When Rita calls, all bright and cheery and happy to hear his voice and anxious to get together with him, all he can do is think of yesterday and wonder how she can't tell the world has changed.

"What time do you want to pick me up?" she asks, but he doesn't want to pick her up ever again.

"Rita, we need to talk about a couple of things, and I don't think the show is going to work."

"What's the matter? Are you all right?"

"No. No. I'm not all right. I know about that other man you've been seeing." He suddenly thinks, is it only one man? And maybe there are still women.

She doesn't answer, which tells Will a lot.

"Rita?"

"What do you think you know about some other man?" He resolves to not answer, not give her what she needs to make up a story, but the resolution fails.

"I don't know everything, but I saw you together. In Home Depot, sneaking, you buttoning your blouse, kissing him. I saw all that."

Silence. Finally, "I love you Will, but we need to talk. Not over the phone. I need to explain."

"I understand. But there's another thing. I did something terrible. I put spyware in your bedroom."

"You what?"

"I think I was ..."

"You did what!?"

"I put it there. A listening device. I planned to listen in on your... whatever... with your... friend. I didn't..."

"How could you?!"

"It was unforgiveable. I'm sorry." At this point Will is trying not to cry, because they are finished. "I didn't use it. It's on top of your dresser. Just toss it. Consider yourself lucky that you've gotten away from a paranoid, controlling asshole."

Rita can't even string together a whole sentence. "Will... I don't know what... this is so much... I don't... we need to talk face to face."

"I don't think I can talk with you, not now. I've told you what I did. I don't want to know what you've done. I'm going to hang up now." And he does, leaving Rita to stare into her phone and remember the past few nights and think about her love. To wonder if she's ruined it. Her calls to Will go straight to voicemail.

*****

Will isn't ready when Rita rings his doorbell. He wasn't certain she'd come to his house but it's under an hour and she's at the door. Before opening, add it up. Ten seconds in the Home Depot, and the sound of a man's voice in Rita's bedroom before Will shut down the surveillance. And, oh yes, she basically admitted it without admitting it. That's it. It counts for nothing since he has probably already -- irretrievably -- lost her trust. In practical terms it really doesn't matter that he had lost her before he ever went to the electronics store.

Even if she comes up with a suitable story. Even if. We're done for.

But the bell rings again and Will opens the door. He doesn't want Rita to come into his house, so he keeps the storm door closed.

"Please let me in, Will."

"I'll come outside. Step back please. I don't want to touch." She does and Will slides out the door.

"What do you think I've done?" Her voice is shaky. She looks like an old woman, a very old one.

"You know the answer."

"And you invaded my bedroom to listen to... whatever? Why?"

"It's because... because I let my feelings for you overcome basic decency." They look at each other and look away. "That was why. It was unforgiveable." The 'u'-word again. He reaches into his pocket. "Here's your house key. You'll want it." When Rita takes it she also takes a small step toward Will.

That Time of Year, Ch. 4: Betrayal

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