The Domville 5 (The Domville #5) (8 page)

‘Tracy, be reasonable. You were more than happy
with this until you realised it was her.’

‘Exactly! You deliberately tricked me. You knew
if you suggested Sabrina I’d say no, but you couldn’t resist, could you? You
got to have your fantasy without “officially cheating on me,” by blindfolding
me and protecting her. Congratulations, you’re amazing at your job. You really
did play your cards close to your chest and protect your client at all costs.’

‘It’s not like that, Tracy. I was honest with
you about wanting to see the two of you together.’

‘Then why let me believe it was the hostess,
you never corrected me. Don’t kid yourself, this was all about you, not about
me and I’m so
fucking
angry right now.’

‘I think it was all about you when I had my
tongue in your pussy, and don’t make out that you didn’t love it,’ Sabrina
snarked. I felt my eyes filling up with tears and fought against them. I was not
going to let her see me cry. What had we done? Going down this route was a
crazy idea and look where we were now? The woman I’d always feared he’d leave
me for had just been fucked by him. She didn’t have a stretch mark in sight,
her stomach was completely flat, no cellulite on her thighs, her tits were high
and firm and there were no fine lines showing yet on her face. She was perfect.
She was me twenty years ago. She was there with him every day when he was full
of adrenaline at work, when he needed to blow off steam. How was I going to
compete with that, now that he’d had a taste of her?

‘Sabrina, get out,’ Anthony growled, quickly
pulling on his boxers.

‘What?’ she uttered, snapping her head around
to look at him in disbelief.

‘I said get out, now,’ he ordered. ‘I need to
talk to my wife, she’s my priority right now and you’re just making matters
worse. I made a judgement call and it was the wrong one. Leave, I’ll talk to
you on Monday.’

‘But, Anthony, I …’

‘Get the fuck out, right now!’ he barked, fixing
her with one of his dominant stares. Her face fell as she stood up, her perky
tits taunting me as they bounced. I pulled back my hand and slapped her
forcefully across the face. Anthony may have deliberately deceived me, but so
had she. She knew I didn’t like her flirting with him and she’d got just what
she wanted, as well as humiliating me, by turning me on when I hated her. She
clasped her face, looking at me stunned, as Anthony groaned and covered his
face with his hands. I grabbed her dress, shoes and clutch, not even bothering
to look for underwear, assuming she’d even been wearing any. Before she knew
what was happening, I’d gripped her arm and dragged her to the main door. I
tossed her naked into the corridor, throwing her things out after her, then
slammed the door on her. I heard Anthony curse behind me.

‘Don’t even think of leaving this room to
comfort her!’ I warned, forcing myself not to scream and hurl abuse at him
while she was possibly still in earshot. I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction.
‘Do that and you can pack your bags and leave me and the kids as well, but
maybe that’s what you wanted all along.’

‘Sweetheart,’ he groaned.

‘And don’t fucking “sweetheart” me either.’ I
slapped him for good measure too, then ran for the safety of the bathroom and
locked myself in, unable to hold back my tears any longer.

Anthony

It had been a month since the disastrous night at The
Shrewsbury Domville. Looking back, I could see I’d gone about things in the
wrong way. I’d always sensed that Tracy was jealous of Sabrina. But just
because I’d confessed my fantasy of fucking her and Tracy hadn’t screamed at
me, didn’t mean she’d given me the green light to fuck Sabrina, or to let
Sabrina touch her sexually. I’d screwed up royally. I put my head in my hands
and sighed. Things had been seriously fraught. I thought I’d be able to talk
Tracy around, to get her to forgive me for a moment of madness. But the more
I’d tried, the angrier Tracy had got. She demanded that I sack Sabrina, that
she could only forgive me if she knew that Sabrina wasn’t in my life anymore.
I’d had to remind her that legally I couldn’t, I’d be sued for unfair
dismissal, I wouldn’t have a leg to stand on.

That had gone down like a lead balloon. After a
few weeks of me continuing to come to work with Tracy on my back constantly to
make a choice, she’d made it for me and thrown me out. It wasn’t just a month
since that night in The Domville, it was a month without sex with my wife. And
I came to work every day where Sabrina was offering it on a plate, multiple
times a day. Being around her made me feel like I was twenty again, like I was
seeing Tracy for the first time. Her body was that much firmer and more supple
than Tracy’s and she had the glow of youth about her. It made me feel younger
just being around her, being desired by her. No forty year old male would deny
the power rush they’d get from a twenty something lusting after them. It was
heady. But it had come to a boiling point, I couldn’t take the tension with
either of them any longer. It was clear I couldn’t continue with both women in
my lives. I’d come to the realisation that I had to make a choice, keep my
wife, or keep Sabrina. Today was D-day and I’d deliberately hired a suite at
The Birmingham Domville, just around the corner from my office. I had a feeling
my decision wasn’t going to go down well with one of them, and I preferred not
to have a showdown, or meltdown, at my place of work. Convincing Tracy to meet
me in a hotel suite hadn’t been easy. I pressed the intercom button from the
private office to the lounge.

‘Sabrina, is Mrs. Hodgins here yet?’

‘Yes, Sir. She went to sit in the dining room.
She’s not looking happy at all.’

‘I bet she’s not. You’d better send her in. If
you can find a box of tissues, I think there may be tears when I’m done.’

‘Of course, Sir,’ she replied, a little too
gleefully. I sat back in my chair, steepling my fingers as I watched the door.
It suddenly opened, Sabrina gesturing Tracy through. I could feel the
antagonism radiating off them both from here, without seeing the daggers they
were throwing each other.

‘I don’t appreciate being summoned, Anthony,
especially not with
her
here, flaunting it in my face,’ Tracy scowled as
she walked in. ‘But we need to discuss your access to the children. They miss
you.’

‘It doesn’t seem like you’ve missed him. And
you’re looking rather tense. Maybe you need another good fuck from a woman to
loosen you up,’ Sabrina smiled. ‘I’m afraid it won’t be me. Much as I love
pussy, I prefer it young and I love cock more, especially your husband’s.’

‘You … I am
not
going to lose my cool
again, no matter how much you push me. I have more class than that. But trust
me, if I was to, I’d be slapping you a hell of a lot harder than I did last
time.’

‘Like Anthony would let that happen. Who do you
think has been consoling him while you’ve been licking your wounds? Why do you
think he’s brought you here, to the office of a luxury hotel suite instead of
the bedroom? You wanted sex with a woman, you had an amazing time and then you
blame him when you change your mind.
That’s
why I’ll be seeing the
master suite when he’s done, not you.’

‘Sabrina, enough. Give us some privacy please,
I’ll talk to you when I’m done here,’ I ordered. She winked at me, then stuck
her tongue between her fingers and flicked it in some crude pussy licking
gesture at Tracy, before closing the door. Tracy looked ready to explode and I
sighed heavily. ‘Tracy, I…’

‘Don’t,’ she whispered, her face suddenly
crestfallen, as all of her bravado seemed to leave the moment Sabrina did.
‘I’ve tried to be really strong these last few weeks, I’ve tried to hide how
devastated I’ve been feeling inside at what happened. I was going to chalk it
up to a moment of madness, on both our parts, even though I still believe you
deliberately tricked me. But to find out you’ve been fucking her all the time
we’ve been apart? That you’re going to do it the moment I leave? You have no
idea how much that hurts, Anthony. If you called me here to tell me we’re over,
that you’re going to leave me for her, you could at least have given me the
dignity of doing it somewhere else, without rubbing my face in it. Somewhere I
don’t have to face her as I leave. You owed me that, at least.’

‘Leave you for her?’ I shoved my chair back and
stood up, quickly walking around to gather her in my arms, despite her valiant
struggles to stop me. ‘I’m not leaving you for her. I’m leaving Birmingham for
you, Tracy. You gave me an ultimatum, but I couldn’t sack her, the law is on
her side. I’ve just needed some time to find a way around this whole bloody
mess and I have. I wanted you to be here when I break it to Sabrina that I’m
leaving, so you knew I was serious about us making our marriage work. I didn’t
dare do it in the office, for fear of everyone overhearing my personal
business. I haven’t been seeing her behind your back, though it’s not for want
of trying on her part.’

‘You’re not leaving me?’ she uttered, tears
filling her eyes.

‘Of course I’m not. I told you when we decided
to get ourselves into this whole mess, that I love you more than I loved the
idea of carrying out my fantasies and I meant it. I just got carried away when
you said you wanted to try a woman. It shouldn’t have been her, it should never
have been her. Yes, I wanted her, I was flattered by her attention, but I want
you more.’

‘But she’s so beautiful and her body’s … it’s
not been ravaged by age or giving birth. How do I compete with that?’ she
beseeched.

‘You don’t need to compete. I love every line
on your face, every single stretch mark on your stomach and the fact that your
breasts never went back to the size they were before. All of that tells a story
of our twenty year life together, sweetheart. How could
anything
, or
anyone else, ever compare to all that history? You really think that I could
turn my back on all of that, on you and my children, just for a younger version
of you.’

‘I thought … I thought you’d want her more than
me, especially when you refused to sack her,’ she sobbed, burying her face in
my chest.

‘I’m sorry, but that was purely from a legal
standpoint, not emotional. I tried explaining that, but you weren’t listening.
I should have tried harder. Yes, of course I was flattered having a young sexy
girl like her interested in me, it reminded me of when we first met. Then when
you said you wanted to try a girl-girl ménage, I saw the chance to kill two
birds with one stone. I was so stupid breaking your trust like that. We were
stupid inviting anyone else into our bed. I never told you, but much as it
turned me on seeing you getting fucked by Paul, I also hated it at the same
time. You’re mine, Tracy Hodgins, you’ve always been mine, from the moment I
saw you. Just as I’m yours. We don’t need anyone else. Some fantasies should
stay just that. We can live out all the others, just the two of us. Tell me you
forgive me? Tell me I haven’t pushed you away? You’re the love of my life,
Tracy. No one else will ever take your place.’

‘You’re mine too,’ she sniffed. ‘You hurt me so
badly by tricking me, I can’t even begin to tell you how much, but I can’t let
you go either. We’ve been together so long I don’t know who Tracy is without
you anymore. I don’t want to know. I love the Tracy I am with you, especially
the new Tracy I’d just turned into, the confident and sexual woman, instead of
just a mother and housekeeper. And I can’t bear seeing how upset the kids are
that you’re not at home. But I don’t see how this solves anything. I can’t
handle you being around her every day.’

‘You don’t have to. I just told you I was
leaving Birmingham, but I think you’re understandably so emotional it went in
one ear and out of the other. She’ll be assigned to someone else in the firm.
We never have to see her again.’

‘Leaving Birmingham?’ she finally raised her
tear stained face to mine. I winced and pulled my cotton handkerchief out of my
top suit pocket and wiped her eyes.

‘I got offered the position of Criminal Judge
at Shrewsbury, where I’ll be based, with a substantial raise. We can finally
look for a house there, maybe in Kingsland near my parents. We’ll be on the
doorstep of Rosie and Caleb’s schools and instead of that long and monotonous
daily commute, I’ll be able to spend more time with my family, just like we’ve
always dreamed of.’

‘You’re serious?’ she sniffed, grabbing the
handkerchief off me and blowing her nose.

‘Deadly as a shark bite,’ I nodded.

‘But why bring me here to tell me? I really
thought that you were going to tell me it was over, that you weren’t coming home
again.’

‘As well as trying to keep it private, I wanted
to show you how serious I was by having you by my side when I told her that
there was nothing between us and that I was leaving the firm, so you’d know I
wasn’t trying to play you.’

‘Ok,’ she nodded, after a considered pause.

‘Ok? Really? We’re good?’ I asked, my heart in
my mouth. No way could I lose her now, not my Tracy.

‘We’ll get there, I really want to get past
this. No more swingers’ meetings though. We can still have a great sex life on
our own, and at least we can look back and know we fulfilled our fantasies. We
don’t need to have any regrets, it was great at the time.’

‘It was,’ I agreed, relief flooding my system.
I dipped my head to kiss her, grateful she didn’t turn her head away. It was a
great start to a brand new life together. ‘Right, I’d better call her in. I
warned her to bring a box of tissues, as I think it’s going to get ugly and her
tough persona may crack.’

‘Do you have to mention her and cracks in the
same breath? I can’t believe what we did to each other,’ Tracy mumbled,
elbowing me in the side. I laughed and clasped her face, angling it up to look
at mine.

‘It was seriously hot, don’t try and deny it,
but you’re right. The best sex of my life has always featured you, I don’t need
anyone else. You’re the one that I want.’

‘You’re really quoting
Grease
song
lyrics to me at a very serious moment?’ she giggled.

‘I’m thinking I’d love to dress up as John
Travolta and have you all Olivia Newton John in that sexy tight black Lycra cat
suit.’

‘I’d make you come like greased lightning,’ she
winked.

‘I don’t doubt it,’ I groaned. I’d even settle
for one of our mundane old Saturday night sessions right now, anything to feel
the woman I loved beneath me again. ‘How about we make Sabrina wait and
christen the desk before we have the place to ourselves for the night?’ I
suggested, testing the water.

‘Now you’re talking, Hodgins,’ she replied,
that youthful twinkle reappearing in her eyes, the one I’d fallen in love with.

‘Judge Hodgins,’ I reminded her, undoing my
belt.

‘Bring home the sexy black robe, white curly
wig and gavel and we’ve got ourselves a whole other fantasy to play out,’ she
teased, lifting her skirt to discard her knickers in the waste bin.

‘You’re on, sweetheart,’ I chuckled, my heart
swelling larger than my cock.

‘Do me two favours?’ she asked, locking the
door and then hopping up onto the desk.

‘Name it.’

‘First make sure the intercom is on, so she can
hear what happens whichever room of the suite she’s in. Then make me scream
like a banshee when I come, to piss her off?’

‘Deal,’ I grinned.