Caught in a lie

Lillian Monroe

My bed felt a little warm today 

And surprisingly -

Not empty.

But the funniest thing was that my husband was not back, so that meant - 

Holy shit.

My eyes shot open as I stared at the person in my bed. 

I woke up to a woman.

A half naked woman

I didn't even know if I should thank God that it was not a man or scream for it being a woman.

"Hi Purple."

"Stop calling me that." I bit out harshly, eyeing her as she stood up from the bed in almost nothing.

"Not a morning person. I see." She shimmied herself into her party dress.

How did we even get here?

On my matrimonial bed!

Oh Lillian.

"Look, I don't know what -"

"Yeah, you were quite drunk. You didn't even have much to drink." She chuckled, her green eyes sparkling. "Last night was awesome though. Great boobs and cute pussy by the way." 

"Don't talk about my body like that." Annoyed, I stood up with the sheet wrapped around me. "You need to leave. This never happened. Nothing happened between us."

"Of course." The girl rolled her eyes at me. "You didn't think about that yesterday when you begged me to fuck you with my fingers and when you dry humped on my pussy because you weren't ready to scissor yet."

"Enough!" I screamed, irritated at what I was hearing.

This was embarrassing.

"Fine, I'll leave. Hoping to see you soon?" She smiled at me from the door. "Your husband looks good by the way. If you want threesome -"

"Just go!" 

She shrugged, walking out. Fedora who stood by the door, her hand in the air like she was about to knock, raised her eyebrow in confusion.

"This is all your fault." I pointed at Fedora, gripping my hair tight. "I just cheated on my husband with a girl! Oh my goodness."

"No shit." 

My eyes landed on our picture, my heart squeezing in my chest. My eyes itched. I was going to cry.

"He must not know."

This wasn't how I wanted to start my perfect marriage. Not like this.

"I promise. But can you tell me all the details? I thought you got bored and left but what I wasn't expecting was a hot bimbo walking out of your house with sex hair." Fedora was indeed amused, it was evident in her voice.

Eyeing her, I sat on the couch. "The drink was strong, I don't remember shit. But from her narration... I - I allowed her finger me and to top that, I fucking dry humped on her pussy."

Fedora clapped her hand, shouting. "Go girl!!!"

"Oh shut up." I glared at her. She suddenly stopped, sitting up right.

"It wasn't that bad, was it. You got orgasm I guess?" Fedora whispered lowly.

"It doesn't matter if I got orgasm or not, Fedora. If you hadn't taken me to that lesbian strip party or whatever. If I hadn't seen those girls scissoring themselves, enjoying it while I hadn't had good sex in more than 3 months, I wouldn't have done what I did."

"Did I put a leash around your neck, asking you to take the girl home? Did I fucking force you to let the bimbo coerc you into leading her into your bed? You did all of those ...On. Your. Own." Fedora yelled, making me more mad.

I hated accountability sometimes.

"If you were there, you would've stopped it from happening!" 

"That it happened means you wanted it. Your body wanted it, girl. Don't beat yourself up." Her voice was calm this time. "I'm sorry."

Sighing tiredly, I shook my head. "There I thought I was too straight."

"Told you no girl is too straight." She chuckled but it died down when I glared at her again.

My phone rang from the table where I had left it last night. I picked it up to see my husband's name on display.

Fucking hell. 

I didn't want to pick but if I didn't, he'd think I cheated on him.

No, he wouldn't know. 

Oh God.

Smoothing my hair, I looked at Fedora. "Do I look like I had mini sex. Because she didn't fuck me."

"You look -" Before she'd complete her statement, I took her thumbs up for it and picked the call. 

Suddenly, she made a criss cross sign with her hand, pointing at my neck.

Creasing my eyebrow at her in confusion, I tried to get what she was saying.

"Hey. Wife." Jude, my husband spoke. "Where's your face? Raise the camera up."

I did. 

Forcing a smile, I spoke. "You've been away for long." 

His face suddenly morphed into a very serious scowl. "And you seem to have been enjoying my absence."

Huh?

"Wh...what do you mean?"

Are there CCTV cameras in this house that I wasn't aware of? Did he see me yesterday?

"Your neck. There's a hickey on it." His tone was sharp. "You've been cheating on me, Lillian."