Betrayal Bend

by Andrea M. Long

  He turned me around and with his hands threaded back in my hair he pushed me down onto the hard flooring.

  Grabbing his cock, he placed the tip of it against my lips and I opened wide. “Take my cock in your mouth, bitch.” He wasn’t gentle, pushing right to the back of my throat and making me gag. “That’s it, suck me greedily, you dirty slut.”

  His words were everything my ears wanted to hear. I felt my body slick with my juices as I sucked on him, harder, faster until he was pummeling my face. I felt him tense and then he spilled into my mouth, down my throat, removing his cock on his last spurt so it hit my cheek.

  “Take every last drop, Shay. Every one.” He moved his thumb on my cheek, rubbing the wetness in and then pushing his thumb in my mouth where I sucked it hungrily. “You look good wearing me.” His breathing was heavy.

  “Now it’s my turn. Lie down on the couch. I want to ride your face.”

  “I thought you were a stunning woman anyway, Shay, but with the flush of desire in your cheeks, your hair mussed up from where I guided you to suck my cock, you’re a whole other level.”

  “Couch,” I ordered.

  He laid down and his cock was already hardening again, but I felt delirious with desire. With my thighs either side of his face, I lowered myself.

  “Eat my pussy. Thrust your tongue deep inside me.”

  He did as I’d asked, his mouth deft and so good I thought my thighs might give out. I tilted my hips, rocking over his face until I felt myself spiral out of control. I shook over his face, his greedy mouth sucking in every tremble of my climax.

  When I moved myself, his face glistened with my juices.

  “You tasted every bit as delicious as I thought you would.”

  “Table.”

  He stood and lifted me in his arms, carried me to where I’d stood originally and put me back in position. He went to his wallet, took out and rolled on a condom, and then he thrust his cock inside me hard.

  “Harder,” I shouted. I could do that here. I could shout and command and no one other than Miller could hear me, and here he would do everything I wanted. “Pinch my nipples. Pinch my clit. Fuck me so hard my feet leave the floor.”

  He did everything I asked and as he drove into me and I looked out over the water, my every fantasy was not only coming true, but it was better than I could ever have imagined.

  “This what you wanted, you dirty whore? Another man’s cock and fingers buried deep inside you, while you come apart over and over? Scream my name, Shay, you know you want to.” Again and again, he nipped and thrust until I did what he asked.

  “I’m coming. Oh my god, I am coming. Millllerrrrrr. Fuck, Miller.”

  I’d never come so fucking hard in my life. I saw spots in my vision it was so intense. Miller withdrew from me, taking care of the condom.

  I followed him into the bathroom. “Fuck me in the shower,” I demanded.

  Clean and satisfied, I dried my hair while Miller fixed me a glass of water. We both knew this wouldn’t happen again.

  “Thank you,” I told him.

  “I think I should be thanking you,” he said. “I know this was a one off. That I’m leaving, but, my god, it was incredible. I’m not sure I can survive not getting another taste.”

  But I knew I could. Miller had given me my fantasy. I’d only ever been with Cam, and I only ever would be with Cam from now on. I knew that. I could live with this one betrayal because I could relive it for the rest of my married life. Cam wouldn’t let me be this brazen bitch, but my head could imagine it when I needed it. Most of the time I didn’t, happy with the lovemaking we shared. My itch was scratched.

  “Thank you.” I sipped the water, kissed his cheek, and moved toward the patio door. “Safe travels, and Miller…”

  “Yes?” God, there was hope in his voice.

  “Don’t come back to Liars Island. There’s nothing for you here,” I told him. Then I left.

  Once I left the cabin, I ran and ran until I was caked in sweat. Yes, I’d showered, but I wanted to be able to go home and shower again.

  Didn’t want my husband to have the slightest clue as to what I’d just done.

  I didn’t have to worry. He was still out. I took out my phone that I’d silenced and found a message from him.

  As Becca was back and she said you’d gone for a run, I took up Nate’s offer of a drink after. Don’t wait up!

  His message gave me the perfect excuse not only to shower, but to sleep in the guest room. I checked in with Becca, had a shower, and then I took Betty. After I’d dealt with the dog’s needs, I curled up on the guest room bed with her and fell into a contented sleep.

  Ten

  Cam

  When I’d gotten home, I’d found Shay in the guest room curled up with the puppy. She was mad with me now but soon I was sure we’d be okay.

  I went into my study and picked up my burner phone, reading the message.

  The job was carried out as requested this evening. Please find attached the video surveillance.

  I pressed play. It hurt me to watch it. Hurt me to see my wife giving herself over to another man, but I had no choice. She’d needed this. It hurt me every time I had to deny her. But I wasn’t that man. I could not allow her to sully herself to me. To want to be treated like a whore.

  And then I watched as he spoiled it all. Told her he wished they could do it again.

  He’d received a one-off payment for providing a service. If I’d wanted complications, I’d have let her find a lover.

  His games in the coffee shop should have been clue enough he was unreliable:

  “Oh yes, I’ve seen a hoodie. Your wife jogged past me on the beach the other night wearing one.”

  Addressing the fact, he had a rental cabin, on the survey card.

  Sticking his finger into buttercream frosting making Shay uncomfortable. “The perfect blend of sweet and salty. Yes, I have everything I need, for now, thank you.”

  This wasn’t what I’d wanted, but I guessed when you asked someone to seduce your wife and give them what they needed, you had to let them do it their way.

  Shay made her way downstairs and I forced myself to act normal, despite knowing what she’d spent her evening doing. Hopefully now she’d be so consumed with guilt that she’d be my Shay, not that sliver of a whore that wanted to reveal herself.

  Walking over to her, I wrapped my arms around her and Betty. She sunk into my embrace. “I’m so sorry, Shay,” I told her. “You were right. I wasn’t consulting you about things to do with the home or the business. All I’ve ever wanted is to make you happy, but I realize I’ve been going too far.”

  “No, I’m sorry,” she began to cry, her tears wetting the t-shirt I wore. Tears of guilt of her cheating. At some point I would burn this t-shirt, take out the poison she’d left upon it. She wiped her eyes and looked up at me. “I love you, Cam. I love you so damn much. It’s this anniversary. It reminds me of life from before. My own BC – before Cam. I’m so sorry. I just wanted you to hear my voice; because they never did.”

  The ‘they’ was her parents. Her father because he was rarely sober, and her mother because she used to turn a blind eye when her husband had run up debts and let his then fifteen-year-old daughter work them off for him.

  All that had changed when she’d met me. When she’d confided in me. I’d paid her father to walk out and then I’d let him walk right into a ravine. If the body ever surfaced no one would miss a known alcoholic. The Adler family knew how to stay a force to be reckoned with and I’d been taught how to deal with my enemies along with how to read and write.

  “It’s okay.” I reassured my wife. It’s okay. “And I want you to know that if you like you can head up the online side of our business. The apparel and the boxes. If you wish to that is. I know you’re more than capable of handling it. We can get someone else to help front of counter. Just tell me what you want.”

  “I just want you,” she said. “Just you.”

  When
she’d freshened up in the bathroom, we headed into work together. Becca had Betty as she was staying home and Shelby was going to come hang out.

  After the lunch rush was over and I’d gone to load the dishwasher, Shay came to find me. “I want us to run the businesses together and make joint decisions. I want us to run our family together and make joint decisions. I’m done getting upset on the anniversary. Becca doesn’t want to go to counselling but I’m going to. I need to talk to someone about how my mother made me feel and how I feel her loss and yet hate her still. I need to face and deal with this part of myself.”

  “Okay.”

  Her shoulders relaxed. “And if we could get someone else to help us at Brew Love. I’d like to work from home a couple of days and be with Betty. I don’t want her taken to doggy day care every day. It made me wonder if that was the plan when we have kids, that the baby goes to a nanny and I’m still working in the coffee shop. I don’t know what’s in that five-year-plan of yours—the specifics—and I need to know.”

  “The idea of my five-year-plan was to make enough money that we could both stay at home and have someone manage Brew Love and the business while we enjoyed raising our family.”

  Shay looked at me, “B- both of us?”

  “That’s the dream. I had a great upbringing, but I rarely saw my father. He was always working. Your family weren’t exactly shining examples. I want us to get it right. That’s why there are still a couple of years left to go. We’re not there yet, but the bank accounts are getting fatter and hopefully, with this online expansion, even if I have to work a little bit, it can be from home.”

  “I’m blown away, Cam. Why didn’t you tell me this before?”

  I shrugged. “You know my family. It’s all old school. The man provides. It’s a hard habit to break. But I will. You might just have to keep reminding me now and again.”

  The guilt in my wife’s eyes was slowly being turned into hope. That’s all I could have wished for. That her guilt would slowly subside and we would get past this, and live our happy ever after.

  Eleven

  Shay

  Monday morning came around and as I woke, I felt so much better. Like the cloud that had been hung over me was finally lifting. I stretched and sat up against the headboard.

  “What are you smiling at?” Cam asked me.

  “I’m happy. I have a gorgeous husband, sister, and puppy; a fantastic business, and you’ve just offered to bring me breakfast in bed.”

  “You were doing great until the last bit. I promise I will bring you breakfast in bed as soon as we’ve got our new staff member.”

  “But it’s warm under the comforter. Can I have five minutes longer?” I asked him.

  He moved closer toward me. “You can have ten,” he said, and he pulled me back under the covers.

  We’d not been at work long before Valerie Martinez walked in looking hassled. She gave me a large coffee order.

  “You okay?” I asked her.

  “I’ll be fine, which is more than I can say for one of the island tourists.”

  “Oh?”

  “They washed up on the edge of the lake. It’s looking like they’d taken a mix of alcohol and amphetamines. Clearly thought they could fly or something. Such a shame. Good looking guy too.”

  Ice flooded through my system. Of all the tourists on the island, it couldn’t be…

  She held out a photo. “Ever see him in here? Miller Everett?”

  “Yes,” Cam spoke, my mouth having lost all its words. “He came in here a few times. Just had coffee and cake and then left. I spoke to him. He seemed perfectly fine. Not drugged or anything.”

  “Seems he decided to have a great last night,” Valerie said, sighing. “So sad. I called his next of kin, his mother. She has no idea why he’d come to Liars. He’d told her it was for work, but there’s no evidence he did anything while he was here. Anyway, if you could keep all this to yourselves, but also keep your eyes and ears open. You get any hints as to why he was here, you let me know?”

  “Of course,” I replied, wondering how I was still managing to keep upright.

  “We certainly will,” Cam said at the same time.

  Valerie took her coffee and left.

  “Poor guy,” Cam looked as shocked as I felt. Maybe it was because he was so young?

  Even though I knew I’d left no trace of myself at the cabin, I still felt like I was going to be found out at any time. Like Valerie was going to march me down to the station and my one-night-stand would be all Liars Island talked about for months.

  I prayed to a God I’d given up on at fifteen years old.

  Twelve

  Cam

  Oh Christ. I’d arranged for Miller to have a burner phone and I’d done everything to ensure nothing led back to me, but what if I’d missed something?

  What if it all came to light and Shay found out I’d arranged it all?

  Everything would be ruined.

  All I could do was wait.

  Thirteen

  Becca

  Shay had always thought she had protected me, but although I’d been young, I’d have had to be deaf and blind to not notice our father was a belligerent drunk, who left the family in debt. And my bedroom was next to Shay’s, so I’d heard the men groaning when they’d been let in her room. When I had been sent to bed early. I might have only been eleven, but I knew what sex was. Someone at school had told us all. It had sounded disgusting then and it sounded disgusting listening to them with Shay. But I also knew that whatever was happening in that room, Shay didn’t want it. I heard her cry and I heard her beg them to not touch her, to stop. She’d stay in her room for the rest of the day after. Mom would go food shopping and Dad would look victorious. His joy was always short-lived and yet another visitor would come to the door and visit Shay’s room.

  I’d tried to talk to her about it once and she’d said I was imagining things, so I never brought the subject up again.

  When she met Cam, a light shone within my sister that had never been there before and just like a hero in a book or movie, he’d rescued her, cared for her, loved her, and it was clear she’d loved him back.

  Just before Shay got married and moved out, Dad went missing, which meant my worries about being her replacement for visitors left me. I was sure the fact I wasn’t old enough for sex wouldn’t have stopped my father letting me pay off his debts. Better I suffered than he did, right?

  When they said they were moving to Liars, I felt like I would die. I’d be left with Mom here in Seattle in the trailer. I was already being picked on at school for being trailer trash. They had let me stay with them in Seattle and they offered me a place at Liars island, but Mom wouldn’t hear of it.

  Mom did what she always liked to do when she thought I might leave her on her own. She threatened to kill herself. While Shay kept her secrets from me, I did mine from her. Mom would rattle pill bottles in my face when I left for Shay and Cam’s telling me not to get any fancy ideas.

  The day I told her I intended to stay at theirs for good, she’d done it. She’d taken a slew of different tablets and shouted me into her room, screaming at me about what I’d made her do and how I’d need to call her an ambulance now. That she didn’t know what she’d done to deserve the husband and children she’d ended up with, the life she’d ended up with.

  I picked up the phone to call the ambulance, and then I’d placed it back down. By then Mom was going drowsy. It came to a choice: her future or mine. I chose my own. I was sorry that Shay had to find her. Hated even more that I made us remember the anniversary every year. But it brought us closer together. Shay and Cam were busy with their business and married life and right now I was there out of love, but also obligation. Cam had a five-year plan for them, and it was no coincidence to me that it coincided with my own adulthood.

  And that was fine. Cam’s plans included making large sums of money and I knew he’d make sure I was financially sound. I also planned on finding myself a rich hu
sband on this island. If I could love him, that would be a bonus, but if he could care for me and my own children with no drama, that was all I wanted.

  I just wanted someone to love me how Cam loved my sister.

  On Saturday I’d heard a phone ringing in Cam’s office. He and my sister were downstairs having what sounded like a deep discussion, so I went into his office and picked up the phone. A phone which wasn’t Cam’s iPhone. I knew a phone you didn’t want anyone to know you had when I saw one. Curiosity got the better of me, so I answered it.

  “Hello?”

  “Shay?”

  I sounded like my sister on a telephone. I knew this because Cam had to ask who was speaking sometimes. So I said yes.

  “I’m guessing if you’re picking up this phone then he told you, right?”

  “He did. He told me everything,” I lied.

  “I’m sorry. I needed the money. That’s why I set out to seduce you, but I didn’t know you were going to be well, you. That I was going to fall for you. That night meant everything to me. I don’t want it to have been a one off.”

  Dread filled my system. Shay had slept with the man on the other end of the line, and Cam had set it up? What the fuck was going on?

  “I find it hard to believe that I was anything more than a pity fuck.” I went along with the charade.

  “Are you joking? You know we were more than that. I know it’s happened fast, but, Shay, I can clearly give you what Cam cannot. You have that side of you that needs to be unleashed. You can’t stay with someone who won’t let your true self out, who’s keeping you trapped.”

  “Where are you now?” I asked him.

  “At the cabin.”

  “I’ll come over tonight. It’s always been my fantasy to fuck on the beach. Cam wouldn’t do that. So set it up. Put a blanket out, champagne. Whatever else you think. As soon as I can get away, I will.”