Even though I step over Clark’s favorite grey suit when I reach the top of the stairs and the grunting sounds are becoming too loud to ignore, I’m still trying to understand what I’m about to witness. It’s as if I’m watching a movie of myself in slow motion walking through my home with my mouth gaping. I step towards my bedroom and I push open the door that’s already ajar to find Clark balls-deep in a woman’s pussy.
My eyes widen. I’m unable to believe the raunchy scene in front of me. Of course, hearing the woman Clark is hammering scream out obscenities only adds to the surreal moment.
“Yes, yes, yes, Superman, fuck me harder.”
Superman?
When the woman yells out, I immediately recognize her voice—it’s Paula Bullock. The woman’s eyes are shut tight as my boyfriend rams into her with way more passion than he has with me in a long time, but her voice is so distinctive, it’s impossible for me to not know that those skinny legs wrapped around Clark’s waist belong to one of his colleagues from his trading firm. Her voice has always irritated the heck out of me since the first day I met her. I usually join Clark every Friday night after work with a few of his colleagues for happy hour at Barboncino for cheap drinks and tasty pizza—I’m very familiar with that voice.
“Shmoopie, you’re so wet for me.” That’s his pet name for the bitch? “I love how I slide in and out of you so easily. It’s so mind-blowing to fuck a woman with such a hot body. I almost forgot how good it feels.” Hot body? “It’s so amazing to be with a babe who appreciates sex.”
“Superman, your cock is so big. Ride me like a dirty stallion.”
“Your pussy feels like it’s made of kryptonite. It’s as if it’s robbing me of my strength to resist you. Baby, you fuck me so well, I swear your sweet pussy has superhuman powers.”
Seriously?
“I’m going to ride you, baby, don’t you worry about it. I want to make you cry out with pure bliss when you come all over my huge cock.”
Huge? As if.
“Oh, yeah, Clark, give it to me.”
“I was tired of boring vanilla sex, but you’re blowing my mind.”
Fuck you, asshole. It’s not as if you were Channing Tatum in bed.
“I can’t get enough of your juicy dick. I was dying because you hadn’t been inside me in over a week. I hate having to travel to our Boston office. I don’t want to be away from you.”
“Paula, I’m going to come, I’m going to come, I’m going to come.”
“Fill me with a big shot. I’m close, Clark. Pinch my clit.”
“Arghhh.”
Clark and his bitch yell so loudly, I’m sure the neighbors at the end of the street hear them. I’m so shocked by the scene I’m witnessing, I’m still frozen at the doorway like an ice sculpture with my jaw dropped, watching my boyfriend fuck his colleague’s brains out. Suddenly, Paula opens her eyes and we’re staring at each other—the adulteress and the scorned woman.
The blood drains from her face and she panics. She tries to call to Clark, but she’s so surprised by my presence she’s unable to utter the words strangling her right now. She can only tug at his shoulders, desperate to catch his attention.
“What, baby? You want some more? Already?”
Obviously, Clark hasn’t clued in yet and he’s still flirting with Paula looking for his second fuck of the night. God, he disgusts me.
“Clark.” Paula nearly chokes on his name as she points to the door where I’m standing.
When my boyfriend meets my icy stare, he jumps out of bed as if it’s on fire.
“Allison, what the hell are you doing here?” Clark stares at me with wide eyes, cupping his family jewels like a wimp.
“What am I doing here? Are you seriously asking me that question, you jackass?” I respond with contempt, bouncing my gaze from my boyfriend to the trashy brunette sprawled across my bed with her legs spread open—on my fucking Calvin Klein sheets. I blink incredulously when my eyes zoom in between her thighs.
Of course he’d go for a skank with piercings on her clitoral hood. And of course he’d fuck her without a condom.
That’s way more than I need to know about the bitch, but for some reason, I’m not surprised she’s the kind of woman to adorn her private parts with jewelry. I move my unimpressed gaze to the wannabe Superman and I take in his pathetic naked body from head to toe and my skin starts to prickle into goosebumps. A lava ball forms at the pit of my stomach.