All characters are at least 18 years old.
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Every muscle in my body was frozen in space and time as if I was a prehistoric cavewoman encased in ice. The only sign I was alive was the thundering beat of my heart which was threatening to burst out of my chest.
My eyes flicked from the window to Mr. Jennings and back to the window and back to Mr. Jennings. Having stowed himself back in his pants, he was running his hands over his dark hair, trying to smooth the unruly locks back into place. They'd fallen over his forehead and eyebrow during the course of bending me over at the back of his SUV. He had no idea of the deep shit we were in.
I tried to speak to warn him of what I'd seen, but my jaw felt like it was wired shut. He grazed his fingertips under my chin before turning on his heels and walking toward the cabin. My muscles suddenly came alive, but it was too late as I reached out to him in vain to stop him from going inside where certain death awaited...or at least divorce.
Mr. Jennings stopped and stooped down by the bags I'd dropped. A stack of paper plates had bounced free and an orange had rolled far enough away that he had to lean out to reach it and nearly fell over in the process. Once he had the bags' contents loaded back up, he hoisted them up in one hand and slung the bags over his shoulder. Once again, he was headed toward the cabin. I reached out again, but he was already out of reach. I could've called out to him. Should've called out to him. But I did nothing.
He bounded up the steps and disappeared inside. My entire body clenched up as I waited for the screaming. I took a step backwards toward the SUV until my back was pressed against the side of it and debated climbing into the back. I hated confrontation and hoped he'd be able to keep his wife from coming outside to gouge my eyes out.
The first few seconds of waiting turned into several more seconds. I wondered whether I was too far away to be able to hear what was happening inside. Or...maybe she'd ambushed him as soon as he went in and had killed him. Right now, she was probably waiting for me to wander in so she could do the same. An image of Mrs. Jennings standing over Mr. Jennings's body with a bloody axe flashed through my mind.
Just when I couldn't take the suspense any longer, Mr. Jennings appeared in the doorway. He cupped his hands around his mouth, "Hey Jasmine, can you bring in those other bags?"
Other bags? What about his murderous wife?
I nodded slowly and leaned into the back of the SUV. I pulled the remaining bags from the back, taking care to grab the box of pasta that had spilled free. My chest warmed as I thought back to how I had been holding onto it for dear life just minutes before. I turned with the bags and steadied myself before stepping slowly toward the cabin. Mr. Jennings had disappeared back inside. I still hadn't heard any screaming coming from within. It didn't make any sense. I'd seen the movement of the curtains at the window. It wasn't my imagination. It was her.
I placed my foot through the doorway before passing my torso through just in case Mrs. Jennings was waiting for me. When my head passed through the doorway, I didn't see either Mr. or Mrs. Jennings. I carried the bags toward the far side of the living room to drop them off in the kitchen. The bags nearly slid out of my hands as I rounded the corner. Mrs. Jennings was standing in the middle of the kitchen. She smiled and mumbled something while pointing at the bags. She was holding a half-eaten orange in her other hand, and I assumed that's what was stuffed in her mouth.
"You can set those on the counter," Mr. Jennings said, walking up behind me. I flinched when he placed his hand on my lower back. Mrs. Jennings had turned her back and was pushing groceries aside on the counter to clear space. I approached with caution and sat the bags on it before spinning on my heels and sprinting out of the kitchen.
I continued across the living room and into the hallway on the other side. There was a bathroom on the right and a small bedroom on the left. Inside the bedroom were two glass nightstands framing a queen-size bed and a small closet with a mirrored sliding door. At the end of the hallway was a door that was slightly ajar. I walked down to it and poked my head in. It was a larger bedroom, and Alex was asleep in the middle of the bed. His tiny size made the bed look bigger than it was. I quietly slipped in and sat on the edge of the bed. His mother was so lucky to have such a beautiful child and amazing husband. I swept Alex's blonde hair back across his forehead. He snorted but kept sleeping peacefully. I sat for another moment then went to take a shower before returning to Alex who had rolled over but was still asleep. I laid down on the bed next to him. My eyelids felt like there were weights attached to the ends. It had been a long day literally and figuratively. Outside the window next to me, the last whispers of daylight were fighting a losing battle against the encroaching nighttime sky. My eyelids slipped down once. Twice. And then I was gone.
I felt myself being shaken awake. I was somewhere at the edge of sleep but knew I couldn't have been asleep long. As I struggled to come to, my mind grappled to remember where I was. As I opened my eyes, a pair of bare breasts were hanging just above my face. As my eyes widened, I realized they belonged to Mrs. Jennings who was standing over me next to the bed. She was wearing royal blue bikini bottoms with sea foam striping and was holding the matching top. She smiled as I scooted away from her across the bed and sat up.
"The hot tub is ready." She motioned with her thumb over her shoulder which caused her sizeable breasts to jiggle. The last time I'd seen her bare-chested was the night I caught her fucking Mr. Jennings on their couch. I wasn't able to see much at the time because Mr. Jennings had his face buried in her tits. Seeing them now up close and unobstructed, I had to admit they weren't bad at all given her age and the fact that she'd had a kid. They sat fairly high on her chest despite their size and were capped with rosy pink nipples. After everything that had transpired earlier in the day, it was completely disorienting having her standing next to the bed topless and grinning at me.
I shook my head trying to piece together the day. Getting fingered by her husband in the front seat. Getting bent over by him while she was inside the cabin. Getting caught by her.
I scooted further across the bed until I was able to slide off the far side and put the bed between us. I momentarily glanced down at Alex who continued to nap.
"Oh, he'll be fine," Mrs. Jennings said. "We'll get him up for dinner after we take a dip." She stepped to the edge of the bed and stretched out her free hand. I eyed it like a snake that would sink its fangs into my forearm if I reached for it. It was tough to tell what was hidden behind the golden smile that was stretched across her face. I couldn't understand why she hadn't blown up and confronted me about fucking her husband. Whatever her angle was, it couldn't be anything good. But for the time being, there was nothing else to do except play along.
"Sure, I'll go grab my suit," I said, taking her hand and allowing her to lead me to the doorway. I stepped quickly down the hall before she had a chance to put an axe into my back.
When Mr. and Mrs. Jennings had invited me on this trip, I didn't know how much swimming I'd be able to do, but Mrs. Jennings had told me to pack a swimsuit. I'd packed two. One was a fairly conservative black two-piece. The top covered most of my chest and was accented with a small bow in the middle while the bottom sat high on my hips and had a side-tie. The other suit was a fire-engine red one-piece that scooped so low that any amount of jostling threatened to pop my nipples into view. The bottom was barely there and was cut almost into a thong style. I'd only planned to wear it if I got some alone time with Mr. Jennings.
I slipped into my black bikini and made my way to the hot tub, following the sounds of Mr. Jennings' muffled voice and Mrs. Jennings' cackling. I prayed that I wouldn't find him balls deep in her and inhaling her cleavage again.
I made my way through the cabin to the sliding glass door at the rear of the cabin. Mr. Jennings was sitting in the hot tub with both arms spread out and resting on the edge. Mrs. Jennings was sitting next to him--thankfully with her top on. She was leaning into him and cradling a glass of iced clear liquid. Judging from the Jose Cuervo bottle behind them, my guess is that she wasn't drinking ice water.
The door let out a loud shriek as I slid it open, drawing Mr. and Mrs. Jennings' eyes in my direction. "Jasmine!" Mr. Jennings called out, raising his arms above his head with his palms turned toward me.
