Unknown - Sally_s Secret Lover

«Have a hard day, darling?» he questioned indulgently.

«Not really. I just feel sort of … strung out.»

«Probably worrying about the loan. It's making us both tense … I wish to hell we'd hear something pretty soon.»

«Oh, Ray,» his wife got up from her sitting position and moved over next to him on the couch, placing her cheek against the flat hardness of his chest, «I'm sure we will hear something soon, and that it will be favorable. I … I just feel it!»

The close intimate presence of his wife against his body could not fail to stimulate Ray sexually and his hand came down to stroke her soft brown hair and slip under the neckline of her dress. Immediately a tremendous wave of guilt at her deception swept over Sally and her whole body seemed to freeze and grow rigid with fear. Ray must never, never find out what she had done! The knowledge would destroy him and her along with him … shivering slightly, she allowed him to work his warm fingers under her bra strap, to push it down over her shoulder so that he could dip his hand, unhindered, into the thin nylon cup of her brassiere and fasten his palm over her full vibrant breast. Cold terror gripped her. If they made love tonight she was sure somehow that Ray would know it was not her first time today. She still felt so stretched and sore down there … and she still carried within her secret parts the sticky semen of Ray's boss and of … oh, God … of the big German Shepherd. Tears welled up in her long-lashed gray eyes as she realized fully to what depths of depravity she had sunk … but for good cause, for her husband's sake.

«I'm sorry, darling,» she whispered as Ray's fingers fastened over her sensitive, abused nipple, «I-I just don't feel up to … to romance this evening. I really would love it, if I just felt better.»

Her husband sighed and gradually withdrew his hand from her dress, leaving her breast tingling with the excitement his palpating fingers had aroused. Oh, she did want to … she really truly wanted Ray to make love to her … to fuck as she had been fucked today … but she didn't dare let him. Not now.

Sally was so confident Ray would hear from the bank the very next day that she kept half-listening for the sound of his feet pounding up the stairs to tell her they had got the loan. Then, her sacrifice would all be worth while, she would know she'd done the right thing, the only thing, under the circumstances. But the day passed like any other, and so did the next and the next until she was fuming with suppressed anger at Blodgett's delay.

On Friday morning she did her marketing and stopped in the drugstore to pick up some household items. Ray was busy behind the prescription counter, so she merely waved at him to let him know she was there and spent a few minutes chatting with Miss Minnie, of whom both she and Ray were quite fond. Miss Minnie had given the couple many valuable tips about the best places to obtain various items in Quiggville, a good doctor and dentist and so forth.

«I believe I'll have a sundae,» Sally said, sitting down at the fountain and arranging her parcels on the stool beside her. The girl loaded the concoction with extra hot fudge and whipped cream and she thought ruefully of the calories as she dipped her spoon into the luscious combination. «Won't you join me, Miss Minnie?»

«Just a black coffee for me,» the clerk said, «I don't never eat any of that sweet stuff. Where would I be now if I'd of been eating them sundaes for thirty-three years?»

Sally paused, spoon raised. «How long did you say?»

«Thirty-three years. I been working right here in this store since I was fifteen years old, Miz Denham. 'Course I don't expect to be here much longer … it looks like my career is comin' to an end, don't it?»

«Why do you say that?» Sally questioned, frowning.

«Well, who knows, when the new owners takes over?» the older woman shrugged philosophically but her down-to-earth voice quavered slightly as she spoke of the impending change. «They was in here yesterday,» she leaned forward confidentially, «poking into everything and writing it all down … asking a lot of stupid questions.»

«Men from the drugstore chain were here yesterday? Why, that's funny, Ray never mentioned it …» Sally broke off in mid-sentence.

«I reckon not. Probably didn't want to upset you, but he was lookin' awful gloomy. It's a crying shame the way John Blodgett has done you two, but at least you can be thankful you ain't put thirty-three years into this place like I have.»

«Miss Minnie, the sale of the store isn't final,» the young wife assured her, «and I have good reason to think that Ray will be the new owner after all. We expect to have some good news very soon, so keep your fingers crossed!»

«I hope you're right, Miz Denham,» the spinster muttered doubtfully, «but you don't know this town like I do. When Mr. Blodgett makes his mind up to do something, he sees it through.»

Miss Minnie got up to wait on a customer who had just entered and Sally finished her sundae in a thoughtful mood. Well, she could see a thing through herself, if it came to that! Easing herself from the stool, she smoothed out her skirt which was clinging to her perspiration-damp thighs and gathered up her purchases. Once again she stopped briefly to see her husband and Ray looked up from his drug preparations to smile at her.

«I won't be up for lunch, honey, I'll just grab a sandwich here. Really got a lot of work this morning … must be a lot of sick people in Quiggville.»

«OK – just don't forget your lunch altogether,» she admonished. «I declare, Ray Denham,» she put on a fake southern accent she sometimes used jestingly and which he enjoyed, «you are just gettin' positively skinny.» She wouldn't let him know how worried she was about Miss Minnie's information and the fact that he hadn't told her about the visitors in the store.

Upstairs, she dropped her bundles in a heap on the kitchen table and went immediately to the wall telephone, picking up the thin Quiggville directory. Blodgett's office did not answer and she next dialed his residence. A servant answered and at her request called John Blodgett to the phone.

«This is Sally Denham,» she announced. «Why haven't I heard from you?»

«I can't talk now, you should know better than to call here,» he growled and promptly hung up on her. Sally stared at the dead receiver, a growing premonition seizing her that things were not going as she had expected. Very well, she would give him until Monday … no longer.

At the other end of the line, Blodgett was also uneasy. Her boldness in contacting him at home surprised him … she had more spirit than most of her sex and it was that very thing about her that had made it so pleasurable to seduce her. He did not anticipate real trouble … but you never knew when one of the bitches would turn on you. «Eula!» he called sharply.

The maid appeared soundlessly behind him. She was a strikingly beautiful young black woman … skin that seemed to change from coffee to bronze and flowing blue-black hair that was now forced back into a confining hair net. The white nylon uniform that Lauralee Blodgett required the girl to wear molded itself to every hollow and curve of a figure that was unbelievably full-breasted above a minuscule waist and flaring, generous hips. If Eula had had the opportunity to get away from Quiggville and go north, there was no doubt in Blodgett's mind she could have gone on the stage. Instead, she had married her local sweetheart at an early age and now worked for a low wage in the Blodgett household.

«Eula, if anybody calls here for me, I want you to be sure to ask who it is – and if it's Miz Denham, you tell her I'm not home. You got that?»