Hunter sat on the sofa in the boxer briefs and T-shirt he’d thrown on after showering. He’d been at a crime scene all night with his partner, Duke. Now, he was counting on Lucy to erase it from his mind. She stood in front of him in a short, white robe, legs gleaming with a salon tan, arms crossed under her breasts. In the five months they’d been married, she’d been the perfect drug. If making a man forget his troubles were an art, Lucy was Picasso. The diametric opposite of his ex, Willow.
She shook out her blonde hair and shrugged off her robe. A lace thong framed her pussy to perfection. Her breasts quivered, without even the rumor of a tan line.
“You’re home now, baby,” she purred, kneeling between his knees.
Hunter shifted while Lucy pulled on his briefs, working them down his legs. He almost felt like he was at another crime scene when she curled her hand around his cock and leaned forward to tease the head with her tongue. Circumstantial evidence haunted his mind as he wondered if Lucy had been helping Duke erase his memory with the same, considerable art.
Just as she took his cock into her mouth, making him swell to the dance of her tongue, Hunter’s phone rang.
“Fuck. If this is another crime scene…”
Lucy gave him a look to say it was okay to answer, but kept sucking. Hunter’s cock kept growing.
***
“She's cheating on you, y'know.”
Willow was sitting in her Ford Zephyr across the street. She'd told herself a thousand times to stay away but something about him always pulled her back.
“What?” Hunter's voice was shallow. From her position, Willow could see into his brightly lit living room to the figures of him and Lucy. She felt simultaneously jealous and embarrassed.
“I said,” Willow sighed, feeling like a voyeur. “She’s cheating on you.”
Lucy's head was still moving up and down. Willow wondered if she'd ever hated another human more.
“Really?” Hunter said. “I thought so.”
“You did?” Willow blinked. She'd expected shock, denial, anger even. Not mere acknowledgment. It made all the heartache and dilemma seem pointless. He already knew. Did he even care? Maybe she should drive home, forget everything.
“Yeah.” Hunter was breathless. He groaned. Willow wanted to hate him.
“Do you even care?” She asked.“You don't, do you? God, I've been killing myself wondering whether I ought to tell you but you're just fine. Look at you. Sitting there having her suck your goddamn cock.” She glared across the street. “You're just fine.”
***
Hunter went stiff but Lucy’s mouth continued to rise and fall over his cock.
“Where are you?”
“Umm, outside your house. I came to tell you in person. I thought Tuesday was their regular night. I can see everything.”
“Fuck.”
Lucy cast her eyes upward and winked at the mention of the F word, but Hunter could barely see her face.