Seeking Relief

Peeping Tom

Angry eyes looked through the slits in the blinds of the patio door. He couldn’t see exactly but he could see enough that they were on the couch and her face was in the other man’s crotch.

The slut!

Teeth gnashing together, he gripped the steering wheel with white knuckles. He sat like that for several minutes then decided to leave. He didn’t want to watch this and see her give another man a blow job.

The cunt.

His phone pinged with a text. It was Alisha, the admin assistant in the police station.

He felt like knives were on his eardrums every time she spoke, but she proved to be mostly useful for a source of knowledge. The woman was self centered and constantly complained about work. But whenever she did so, it supplied him with even more insight on the men who have frequented his woman’s apartment. Alisha was so empty headed she was completely oblivious to when she was divulging confident information.

But while she was running her mouth, she had a purpose, so he tolerated her.

He glanced at the text on his screen. Alisha was asking him to spend the night with her.

He decided that since his woman was sucking other mens’ c***s, he might as well get his satisfaction.

He typed in his reply then continued driving. Looking at the clock, he calculated how much time he had to stop by home, get ready, and get to work.

He still had appearances to keep up after all.