In the Dark

Epilogue

When she opened her eyes, he was still standing there, his impressive p***s starting to lose its erect stature, its job done. She wanted to take it in her mouth, to taste his sperm, to lick and suck him clean. But she felt unable to move. She just watched, as his phallus took that final slow bow and he caught his breath, then bent down to grab his trousers, again. 

“I’m sorry.” She said, half-whispered. “I didn’t know it would be like this.” For some reason, only now she noticed the ring on his finger and her face coloured deeper. “Will you tell your wife?” 

The man laughed a strange, self-deprecating laugh. “My wife’s been dead these last three years. That’s why I come this way every week, round by the cemetery on the way back from work.” 

He was a widower. Beth wondered if he had moved on. Was there another woman? She looked and saw the truth on his face – nobody! He’d remained faithful to his lost wife all this time and then she, in a misplaced bid for revenge, had taken that away from him. She’d r***d him, penetrated him, and then used him to give her full release. 

“Every week,” he repeated, looking at her. “Same time. Same route. Same stop. Maybe we’ll meet up again?” Then, without warning, he walked out. 

Bath sat there, in such an inappropriate place, mostly naked, smelling of the best s*x she’d ever had, and all she could think was “Will I even last out the whole week?”