Jean Rodgers

I had put my shirt back on. I opened the door to find Mrs. Rodgers “Jean” standing out in front of your door rain beginning to pour down. She stands about your height, very petite but lately looking my thinner. Her dark circles stand out against her pale skin. Her long blond hair was probably tied up a better earlier this morning but is fallen out in many spots. Her frail figure slumps, her purse seems to hold her body to one side. She has a heather blue shirt, shorts and flats on.

She looks the way a elf would look in real life but all the joy and light sucked out of her.

I stand there for a couple of seconds in silence. Kira speaks first, "Hey," she says trying to politely cover herself. "You must be ... it’s been a morning. I'm Kira...nice to meet...you."

“I am sorry to bother you ….” she says in a whine more than here voice all while looking at the ground. “ I need to talk… to ...it’s about .. Fred but, I can come back. You know, after..."

“Come in,” I say worried about her. “Are you okay? Is there something wrong. Your car is..."

She shuffles pass Kira and I not seemingly noticing that I have asked her a question or Kira being nude. She goes into the living room dropping her purse and falling into the couch face first. I am stunned but today has been the day for that I think. Not knowing what to do I just stand there. She burst in tears, even though muffled by the couch, it’s still audible. I can hear that the SUV is still on. I want to let her get it out of system a little so we can talk.

Kira looks at me then her and mouths "who is that?"

"Jean, Jean Rodgers...the wife of the dick I have been swallowing." I mouth back.

"My GOD she is cute a fuck." Kira mouths and then smiles...

"No...behave" I mouth and go outside into the rain that is starting to get heavier.

I walk up to the car and the front door is open. This is not looking good. I try to figure out what is going on and why she came to me about it.

I turn the car off when you happen to notice Her phone is on the passenger side door face down. It's unlocked but I try to not pay attention but I pick it up to take it back into the house when a text message comes in. The alert pops up with a full preview. It reads: “Fred: you are so stupid. I don’t care if I ever fuck you again. Why do you think I invite those couples over? I definitely am the winner in that exchange….” it went on getting more and more degrading. However, the most shocking line. “Why are you more like Annie. At least she knows how to take it like a whore.” I shudder and as I read the rest of the thread.

As I shut off the car, close the doors, and walk into the house, I can hear Jean still crying on the couch. Her snobs or muffled by the couch. She laid out almost the entire couch feet dangling off the edge, face buried in the corner.

Jean and I haven’t ever been mean to each other but never would ever say “friends”. She always was quiet and reserved. I always figured she had a little distaste for me, Still, she must have agreed to all this right?, to let her husband use ...me for, now that you think about, pretty much everything. Blow jobs, sex, he would stop by and just cum on my face sometimes. I was kind of having fun. It was fun. Carl never would do anything like that. All this time, Carl was supposed to be going over her house and doing things with her? Right?

NOt the “same things” but, that was the deal, right? I started to get nervous. Something felt wrong. I go and get a glass of water in the kitchen and bring it to the living room. I think to myself that Fred really shouldn’t talk to his wife like this unless it’s a thing. I read more of the thread, the nervous feeling started to grow.

Now I have seen her responses. “Stop it, please.” Why are you such a jerk.” Nothing about it was in the vain anything consensual at least that is not the way I thought of it was.

He wasn't playing.

She has slid a little more off the couch to where she is sort of kneeling on the floor with her head still in the corner of the couch. She looks too frail and defenseless. My heart went out to her.

Kira was standing looking at her, fully nude, trying to cover herself with her hands.