I call Laryssa

“…hoo….hooold on, fuck your hands are big…hello?” Laryssa answered, out of breath.

“Oh hey honey,” I said, oblivious to what she was doing that was so strenuous. I was the one moving boxes, what could she possibly be doing. “What are you doing?”

“…nothing…. oh god…. don’t stop….” Laryssa replied.

“What?” I asked, confused.

“…. sorry honey, bad timing…. aren’t you supposed to be moving Andrew’s things…”

“Yeah, I was just calling to let you know I’m on my way home, baby. Seriously, what are you in the middle of?” My wife laughed at that comment for some reason. I also heard Andrew’s heavy breathing, strangely quite close to the phone.

“I’ll see you soon, honey” was the last thing she said to me, but she didn’t hang up. She thought she did, but she was clearly too distracted to notice. All I could hear was muffled up talking and laughing right after the conversation ended. It sounded like Andrew making fun of something. My wife started breathing heavily, almost to the point of squeals. Man, whatever they were in the middle of, it was really making her happy. I had never heard her sound so…satisfied.

I could hear a banging sound in the background. It was rhythmic, as the sound of bouncing springs were paired with what sounded like wood banging against a wall. The sound of the springs sounded very familiar but I couldn’t put my finger on it. I decided to hang up the phone, as it sounded inappropriate to eavesdrop on whatever my wife and my tag-along friend were doing together.