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dropping down into a squat so she was positioned right over
his head. “Do it.”
    His soft tongue entered her soaked vagina
like a butterfly seeking pollen. It flitted here and there while her orgasm
built itself into a delicious climax. When she grabbed his head and yanked up,
he lapped her juices and sucked them hard. She came with a bloodcurdling yell.
God, she’d needed that.
    She stood up and walked away.
    “What’re you doing, Marce?” His voice
sounded weak, vulnerable.
    “I’m teaching you a motherfucking lesson,
that’s what,” she answered with her back to him.
    Then she sat down at the table and began to
eat his untouched dinner.
    “I’ll do you, but only if you tell me what
a great cook I am,” she said between forkfuls of broccoli casserole. “I will
come back and finish you off, I’ll blow your geek head off, but only if you tell
me how smart and sexy you think I am.”
    “You’re nuts,” Jess said, his erection wilting.
“I don’t know what’s gotten into you, Marce.”
    “I’m tired of being your geek whore,” she
said.
    He was pulling up his underpants, shaking
his head. She’d said whore, but it wasn’t what she’d meant. What she’d meant was
she was tired of being his geek love.
    She slept on the living room couch. The
velveteen itched, but she needed to be downstairs, ready to act. She had to be
sure she was up and around before Jess came down in the morning.

 

CHAPTER FOUR

 
 
    Geek Love

 
    First thing Monday
morning, Marcy clipped the camera onto Jess’s briefcase, crossing her fingers
he wouldn’t notice it there. The device was really small, but, if you looked
carefully, you couldn’t help but see it. She’d felt good, sticking it to him
like that on the dining room floor. Now she’d catch him in the act with the other
woman. Then he’d know why she’d turned against him. And he’d have to admit he
deserved it.
    She was in the driveway retrieving the
newspaper when Jess walked out the front door.
    He gave a wolf whistle and called out, “There
she is, my sweet-ass geek whore.”
    He grinned and waved as he jumped in the
Jag. Weird. The guy seemed awfully bouncy for somebody whose wife had slapped
him down, then ditched him for a night on the couch.
    He had the briefcase next to him on the passenger
seat. As he drove past, he blew her a kiss. Marcy snorted and shook her head.
She would never understand this man. Never.

 
    ~~~

 
    Jess was whistling when he walked in the
house after work, briefcase in his hand and a gleam in his eye. He kissed her
full on the mouth while scooting his free hand between her thighs.
    “Umm, I do like your new style, my little
geek whore,” he said. “Maybe we can finish where we left off last night.”
    The day had been unbearably hot, so Marcy
was wearing a short rayon shift with nothing underneath. She laughed, but her
heart wasn’t in it. Why wasn’t he pissed off at her? Then she caught a whiff.
His sweat smelled vulgar, like an Italian restaurant relying on garlic rather
than finesse. He reeked of someone else, someone exotic. Had he spent time
today with the other woman?
    Marcy’s stomach double-dipped, taking a
rollercoaster ride toward nausea. She swallowed hard, consoling herself with
the knowledge she could now check to see if her suspicions were correct.
    Relieving her husband of his leather case,
Marcy said, “I’ll put this away while you go freshen up. We have some things to
attend to before dinner.”
    She handed him a tumbler of scotch and
motioned to the stairs. He grinned and bounded up to the master suite,
whistling tunelessly.
    The dirty motherfucker! How could he get it
on with her on the floor, riding her like a fucking rodeo bronco, then canter
off, straight between the legs of somebody else? How could he cheat on her,
then come home expecting a saucy round of make-up sex with his devoted wife?
Marcy’s head felt so hot she was sure she was emitting steam. Thank God for the
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