Craving Them

Escape Plan

I get what she means. She made fancy expensive food, which really is what you would expect at a high-end catering event. However, the tiny bits of crap she put out, everyone turned their noses up at her, more than the expensive stupid tiny things she spent hours creating.

Walking upstairs, we sit on the bed, the film on as we talk, hours passing by, and I watch as she changes before, she was tense, careful with every word. Now she is relaxed and laughing. Free, she looks free.

“You can take it off now.” She smiles at me, pointing to the dress. I nod, standing, unzipping the dress before I step out of it. To be honest, I felt uncomfortable dressed like that. I don’t usually wear such expensive items of clothing. If it was my own fine, but every time I moved, part of me was freaking out, it would ripe, and hell, I saw the price tag on it, even if she never wore it, I was worried.

“So, have you decided if you will tell Wayne?” I look at her.

“Maybe, I know you’re right, but I don’t want him to feel like he has to speak up and tell them. It will cause more drama.” Her words are quiet.

“Your choice, but it might help, even if it just means he is here when you host these parties.” I smile at her, watching as her head rests against me.

“Thank you, Melinda. I can be totally free and myself with you, I can be with Wayne as well, but most of the time, I am here alone or at work, and at work, I have to be that person, the one everyone here expects.”

I don’t reply. My mind just considers how it must feel to have to hide who you are so much. Okay, she doesn’t have to, but it will cause more drama if she doesn't. I can’t imagine having to act like she does for everyone. I watch as she moves and kisses me, her hands sliding along my body as she unfastens my bra and drops it to the floor.

Crazy, I know. How is I like them both? Hell, I had never found women attractive until Elsie. I moan as her hands grasp my breasts, my nails digging into her back as I pull her forward. I hear the film in the background as she pulls me closer, her hand sliding down my body.

I jump up on hearing a door close.

“Babes?”

My eyes widen hearing Wayne’s voice. Now what? I feel myself panicking and freaking out.

“Grab your bag of clothes, go through the bathroom. When he gets in here, sneak out the other door and downstairs.” She moves and hands me the bag. Rushing, I stand in the bathroom and get dressed. As I hear him walking into the room, I am just fastening my trousers. Picking up my shoes, I decide to carry them.

“I thought you weren’t back until tomorrow?” I hear Elise and see her through the gap, trying to pull him further into the room.

“Didn’t plan to, the company isn’t open Monday, something to do with a family bereavement, they just notified me they will be a few days late. So, I don’t need to rush to get it done.”

I stand waiting. I have to walk past their bedroom to get downstairs.

“How did tonight go?” He stands by the door, looking at her. I can see she is stressed and freaking out. Hell, I am freaking out!

“s**t, Wayne.” Her words are cold, his eyes looking at her quickly.

“Why? You enjoy those party things.” I watch as he pulls his tie off.

“I hate them! You see them as perfect, Wayne because they are when you’re here. Without you, I get dirty looks, nasty comments about how the food isn’t good enough.” Her words are loud as she shouts at him. I can’t help but smile. It is about time she told him.

“Don’t be daft. You’re paranoid.”

My eyes widen hearing his words.

“Paranoid! I’m not f*****g paranoid, Wayne! They respect you, so when you’re here, they keep it shut, but if you’re not! Then all I hear is whispered complaints that I didn’t give out drinks fast enough, I bought the wrong f*****g wine! Let’s not forget to mention that I f****d up and missed a speck of dust.” She screams at him, my eyes seeing the tears in hers. I watch as he moves closer to her, further into the room.

His arms wrap around her body. “You should have said, why wouldn’t you tell me?” He looks at her, confused.

“Because like it will matter! I still have to live here, Wayne; you tell them you know then what? They make me feel worse. Just forget it.” He pulls her closer, his hand stroking along her cheek.

“I’m sorry, I tell you to plan these things. I invite them and disappear. I swear, and I promise, I don’t care what happens. I won’t do that and not show again.” His head lowers, and I watch as he kisses her. Then, moving, I begin to walk through and out the other door.

Getting into the hall, I walk forward slightly. But, hell, the door is open too much. Elsie looks at me, her hands pulling him closer as she tries to keep him facing away from the door, which fails as he turns slightly with her in his arms as her hands remove his clothes.

Shit, is this like in the movies when I am going to be stuck here while they f**k? I keep glancing in to see if I have enough time to at least walk past the room. Then I can figure out getting down the stairs without been seen. I watch as both become entirely naked.

My eyes are fixed on his body, the muscles moving as his hands grasp her body and lift her. His body is still turned slightly; if I try to walk past, will he see me? I watch as his hands lower her body, his c**k pushing into her p***y. A small moan escaping her mouth as he turns, his body pinning hers against the wall.

With his back now to me, I step forward slightly, my eyes meeting with Elsie’s. Slowly my eyes look across Wayne’s body, watching as his muscles flex with every movement. I meet Elsie’s eyes again, and hell, I wish I was over there right now with them both. A low moan escapes my mouth as I feel my own pleasure rise, the wetness growing between my legs. I keep my eyes on them, and I watch as she orgasms, Wayne’s hips still thrusting deeper and harder.

Hell, I need to leave. I smile slightly at Elsie and slowly walk off, my body shaking and sweating with need and adrenaline, as I rush downstairs. I slowly unlock the door and slip out. The night cool air wrapping around me as I rush through the street back to my car.

Sitting in it, my head falls back. Hell, had we not heard the door, he would have walked in on us, then what? That was too close, yet, my mind can’t stop seeing them, him f*****g her. Slowly my mind putting me in there, showing me there with them, joining in. I’m a fool. It will never happen, especially not now that I have f****d them both and not said I know the other!

I drive home. Rushing in, I close the door and walk straight through to my room. Falling back onto the bed, I close my eyes. All I see is those two, the way Elsie was looking at me, knowing I was watching. What the hell is wrong with me? I scream slightly and rollover. I want to say I am calling this all off, but how can I? I like them both, which is utterly crazy, and honestly, nothing can come from this. Ruth was right. This isn’t going to end well, only bad, and painfully. That pain will be on me.

I know Wayne loves Elsie. However, I am nothing to neither of them. So, when the time comes, even if they don’t find out I am the person they are both with, neither will pick me. My night, or should I say the rest of the weekend, is spent trying to sleep, but I can’t. How can I? When Wayne finds out, I know I have lost my job. I lose everything. I spend the weekend telling myself no more, to end it all. Determined to, I make a plan to avoid Wayne and Elsie as much as possible.

Walking into the office, I see Ruth sat down. She waves me over, so I walk to her.

“You’re late, is everything okay?” She looks at me, concerned.

“Yeah, I am going to go see family. I will be telling Wayne then staying away for a bit.” I need that time away, time to avoid them both! She doesn’t question it. Instead, she simply nods and watches as I walk through to my own office. Putting down my things, I knock on Wayne’s door.

“Come in.” Stepping inside, I get ready for his loud voice, the shouts and screams that I am late. “Everything okay?” He looks at me, confused.

Nodding, I step further in, ensuring I leave the door open.

“I need a week or two off.” I never take time off, but now I am.

“Why? What has happened?” He walks past me and shuts the door. “Melinda, is something wrong?” He stands in front of me.

“Wayne, I need a break. This, as you said it is wrong. It is a mistake, this can’t become anything serious, yet I want this. Which is wrong. I need time away.” I need to stay away to distance myself.

“Maybe just take a day off, come back tomorrow and see how you feel?” He looks at me.

“Wayne, please don’t. I will work this week, but then I need time off. I will do extra work to ensure nothing falls behind while I am gone. I feel awful, even if your wife knows, I feel awful!” My head falls forward. “I can’t sleep, I can’t do anything, so I need time away, the space, then this ends.”

“Melinda, you don’t need to hide. If you say this ends, it ends. I promise I will make no move towards you. If you need the time, take it, but don’t run away.” His finger strokes along my face, my mind reminding me of that night, how he looked at Elsie and stroked her face when she was upset, just like now. My heart thumps in my chest.

“If you’re set on having this time off and coming back to a clean start, give me this week.” He looks at me, waiting.

All I can do is nod. I watch as he turns and walks out, confusion swarming through me. “You lot get home, do the work from home, whatever, I don’t care.”

His words shock me. I watch as everyone begins to pack up and leave.

“Wayne. What are you doing?” Is he f*****g crazy?

“I guess, losing it. Grab your bag.”

“Why? Wayne, you have the business to run!” He can’t just walk off and leave s**t.

“Look, if you’re set on this week and then leaving, give me today, I will claim a family emergency, anything. Please, just agree.” He stands, waiting for my answer.

“This feels wrong! You should do this for your wife, not me!” I can’t sit there with him today, knowing she is alone.

“I will. I promise I will not work tomorrow. I will give her the full day. So, will you? Before I change my mind because it is screaming at me not to be so stupid.”  

Hell, how can I say no? “What is the plan?” I need to know.

“Just follow me.” I watch as he grabs his jacket, phone, and wallet. Then, following him through, I watch as he locks up the building and gets in his car. His hand waving at me, climbing in, I look at him confused.

“I will drive out of the city.” He doesn’t say anything else. He just drives. I get why out of the city. If we stay in it, there is a chance someone will see us, which won’t be good for his business. So, for an hour, I sit quietly, just wondering what his plan is.

After a while, he stops at a hotel. I glance at him, confused.

“Don’t ask, just a stop, that is all.” He gets out, and I follow him in. The place is impressive, somewhere I know even my monthly paycheque won’t be enough. I watch as he pays and books a room.

“So, we’re staying here?” I question him.

“Kind of, come on, let’s go.” He walks out with me following. So, we’re not staying in the hotel and just f*****g? At first, that is what I thought was going to be happening. After a short walk, we stop at a shop, his hand pushing the door open.

“Wayne.” I go to protest but his hand going up stops me.

“Let me pay, don’t argue with me, Melinda, maybe later, but right now, just accept these gifts.” His hand reaches for mine as he guides me into the shop. Beautiful and exquisite, but expensive, stupidly expensive, if I thought I couldn’t afford the hotel, this place, well, I know I can’t.