"Feeling out" Angela

“Still here?”

You look up from the pile of recycling that you are sorting at the sound of Claire's voice. It’s been nearly a week since she told you she was late, nearly a week since she pretty much ordered you to try and sleep with Angela again.

“Yeah just cleaning up,” you explain as she steps into your work area. The stink of sex hits you as she gets close and you are hardly surprised. It’s rare that a day goes by without her fucking the Pastor after all.

“So how did the meeting go?” She asks, her tone making it clear exactly what she is talking about.

“Not had the chance to arrange it yet,” you reply, avoiding making eye contact as you do.

You had been planning on trying to get some alone time with Angela and you had even had a few chances during the week. Yet every time you had found yourself holding back, all the time the thought that Claire could be pregnant with your child. It hadn’t been helped by the way Angela had been acting, every time you went to speak to her there was this look in her eye. Something that you couldn’t quite understand, a mix of expectation and threat. It wasn’t helped by the ever increasing recklessness of the Pastor, something that must have been being pushed by Claire. It seemed like they almost wanted to be caught at this point.

Claire shrugged, “well I’m going to be heading out soon so make sure you get that meeting sorted out, alright?”

You nodded as Claire leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on your lips before sliding her mouth besides your ear. “I’m still late by the way. So I’m going to go and get a test after my ‘meeting’.”

Your heart skips a beat at that and you watch Claire head out of the room with a swish of the hips.

You fell all the same questions about what the future might hold and just what the hell Claire is going to do if she is pregnant as you try to focus on the task at hand. Your hands moving in a furious blur as you try to think about anything other than what is going on in your life right now.

Your efforts have the annoying side effect of making you finish up far faster than you had planned to. With everything packed away, you realise that you are done for the day. Your only solace is that maybe everyone else will have gone home by now.

That hope is dashed however when you come out into the main hallway of the building. From where you are standing you can see into the general meeting room at the front of the building, most of the lights have been turned off at this time of night but there is still enough light coming from the outside that you can make out the shape of Angela. She is standing by the window, looking out at something with an unreadable expression.

This is something new to you, normally Angela only ever seemed to either be going somewhere or just arriving, you realise that this is the first time you have ever seen her standing completely still.

Moving over to the next window over you glance outside to see what she is looking at. What you see makes your heart freeze for a moment. As you watch you can see Claire and the Pastor climbing into Claire's car. You don’t know if it is just your imagination but something about the way they are both moving screams to you that they are going somewhere to fuck.

You glance, suddenly nervous, at Angela but she doesn’t even look at you. Her eyes locked on the sight of her husband being driven away in another woman's car.

“You must think I’m an idiot,”

You turn to look at Angela as she speaks, she still doesn’t turn to look at you as she speaks, however.

“I wonder how long it was going on? How long was everyone else laughing behind my back? Laughing at the stupid bitch who couldn’t see what was going on right in front of her face?”

You simply stand and listen, knowing that this is not the moment to speak as Angela pours out her heart.

“The hell of it is I knew from the first time! As soon as he came home that night I could tell. The way he acted, the way he looked at me, it all changed so suddenly. I didn’t want to believe it but then there where the pictures and…” She trails off, her shoulders heaving. You wonder if you should comfort her but before you can make up your mind she goes on.

“It’s not like Claire is his first,” she laughed bitterly. “She isn’t even his second or third! We’ve had more young little sluts come through this place than I can name.”

“So is that why you...uh,” you stumble out, the words coming out before you even have a chance to think about it.

“Why I fucked you?” She replies, her vulgar words catching you off guard as she finally turns her head to look at you. “I guess so, a petty little ****.”

You don’t know how you feel at being viewed as just a means to get back at her husband but at the very least you think you see a way forward from here.

“If this has been going on for so long don’t you worry about, accidents?” You ask, your breath catching in your throat.

“I assume he’s smart enough to use protection,” Angela replies. Her eyes roaming over your face. “Unless you meant me getting pregnant?”

“Uh, well we did…” You stammer out.

“You’re the first man I have slept with aside from my husband since the day I got married.” Angela quickly shot back, her tone cold, yet you notice that she has finally turned away from the window and is finally looking at you.

You hold out your hands, trying to defuse the situation as her eyes burn into you. Somehow when Claire had been laying all this out to you it had seemed so easy. Now you find your thoughts jumbled, unsure of what to say to Angela to even comfort her.

Some of that must have carried over onto your face, enough at least that Angela seemed to relent. Her features softening slightly as she looked you up and down. “You must have thought I was as much of a whore as Claire.”

Even though her tone had suggested it was a question you still feel compelled to answer. “Of course not!” You exclaim, “I was just surprised you would be so...forward.”

She chuckles then, “I have never been before, not that I haven’t had the chance. I’m sure there a dozen men in the congregation who would cheat on their wives in a heartbeat if I gave them the chance.”

You listen, feeling your cock start to harden as Angela speaks, your heart hammering in your chest.

“It was just smelling them,” she spat, her features twisting in anger. “I wanted him to know how it felt!”

Again she seemed to come back to herself, the anger draining away as quickly as it had filled her. “I used you and I’m sorry for that.”

“Well it not like you **** yourself on me,” you reply, feeling your cheeks burning and feeling like a fool for it.

The silence drew on, Angela seeming to study you in the sodium glow of the street lights. You found yourself unable to look at her, your heart hammering in your chest as her eyes burned into you. The condom in your back pocket feeling like a lead weight as you found yourself caught between the urge to say something, to make the first move and the fear of how she might react to such a suggestion.

In the end, however, it wasn’t you who made the first move.