Satan's sin : Her Husband's wife

Inches apart

Indan

"How was work today?" I asked a tired looking Kent. He had the earmarks of a man who had gone to war when all he had done was work the library.

"Fine, fine." He sighed, plopping down in bed.

"You seem stressed out." I brushed my fingers through my wet hair. I was in a see through gown that stopped mid thighs while he lay on the bed shirtless, his boxers secured on his waist.

"I'm fine." He assured me, moving so I could lay next to him. I shrugged it off and hopped right next to him on the bed.

"Care to tell me how today went for you at work?" I asked, pulling the blankets over him, my head rested comfortably against two of the pillows that resided permanently on the bed.

"It went well. You need to see Maggie's replacement, she was really great at her work, even better than Maggie I must admit." I turned quick enough to catch the smile that had been on his face.

I glared at that, knitting my eyebrows in expectance of an explanation. "Her?" I questioned, "she is an her?"

He stared at me blankly. "Maggie was also a woman so I see no problem with this piece of information."

"Yes, a married woman. Is she an elderly?" I propped myself up on my elbows, turned to my side so I could give direct contact with how he reacted to my scrutiny, leaning on my elbow for support.

"No." He shrugged, ignoring how inquisitive I was becoming.

"What do you mean no?" I intensified my frown.

"Indan, I-" he began to retort but I made sure to end his sentence before he had the chance to deliver it.

"Describe her." I commanded, meaning the words than ever.

He turned to me, flabbergasted by my statement. "I mean it, describe her." I said the words confidently.

"Excuse me Indan but-"

"There are no buts Kent. I find absolutely nothing wrong with describing your new colleague to me." I defined my opposition.

He heaved a sigh, mentally deciding it was safe to avoid an argument with me. "Fine. She is a tall woman..." He began. I cut him off with an interruption.

"Taller than I am?" I pointed a free index finger to my chest.

"Indan, you are barely five foot and five inches, you don't classify as tall." He said in the meanest, polite manner a man could assume.

"So to say, she is what? Five feet, eight?" I gasped, already despising the figure I had never met.

"About five feet-ten or eleven, or thereabout." He said.

"Even without heels?" I hated her description already. Women with that type of height were usually beautiful and beautiful was a word I constantly tried to avoid with my husband.

"Is she slender?" I piqued.

-"Yes, she..."

-"Is she as pale as I am, or is she very tanned?"

-"Tanned, Indan, none of this information even matters."

"Is she endowed with huge assets?" I gulped. She had ticked every list on the supermodel page and this would kill me.

"I wouldn't know because I didn't pay attention to the size of her boobs or ass." My frustrated husband grunted in disgust. "I'm done having this discussion with you."

"Kent, you have to be careful. Women like that have bad price tags that come with them. I don't trust her already." I shook my head, picturing what she could possibly look like, automatically fixing an image of her with breasts fuller than mine.

"How can you even say this about a woman you have never met nor know anything about?" He lowered his voice, turning away from me.

"I'm done with this. Good night." He scoffed.

"You know I love you Kent, and I'm only trying to look out for you. I have no idea why the library won't employ male staff, that way you two could-"

"I already said good night Indan." His poison laced words filled my ears. I decided it was best not to drag things out for to long.

"Night, Kent." I heaved a sigh. "I love you." I added, so he knew we were good but I got no response from him.

I sighed, again, before getting lost in a world created by my imagination...

Kent

I assumed Mary was the type of woman that resumed late to work. It was ten minutes past our open time but safe for me, none of the customers had yet to show up and so I got more free time.

The door came open and I looked up to meet the woman whose laughter I had known by heart in just one day. She was dressed in a cooperate outfit, a black shirt tucked neatly into a wine skirt that hugged her curves just right.

I peaked to catch sight of her backside, just to please Indan in case she wanted to know next time. Indan's was bigger but Mary had a slim body that made it seem like hers were a lot more.

I noticed the evident discomfort she felt and traced it to the high heels she wore. I had been carried away by her angelic make up free face as she sluggishly came towards the desk to even notice how taller she looked.

It appeared to be that she was either wearing heels for the first time or had worn it in a long while and had forgotten how to go about it.

I bit back my laughter as she held on to the book shelves to make it to the desk. It was a miracle how she had even managed to make it all the way here.

"Morning Kent!" She beamed, hiding her embarrassment behind a nervous chuckle.

"Hey!" I called, waving at her, keeping one hand stuffed in my pocket.

"I'm sorry I'm la..." She crashed to the floor, taking the books in that row with her.

"Sweet Jesus, are you okay?" I rushed out to her and knelt before her, grateful no one else was around to witness the scene.

She held on to her ankle that had wriggled out of an high heel. I felt it could have been twisted. I held it in my grip and the skin in that area appeared to be extraordinarily soft.

"I'm - I'm fine." She said, I looked up to meet her gaze and realized she had drawn closer, our faces barely inches away from each other's.