I glanced over at the chair. “Just Craven. It’s fine.” I crawled onto the bed, making my way slowly up his toned, perfect body. I paused, grasped his massive member, and grinned. “He likes to watch.”
“Really? Can you turn him around or something. I didn’t realize his face was so… ugly.”
Sighing, I let go of his dick and crawled back off the bed. I stalked over to the chair and picked up the bear. “Have you never seen one? I thought you said you were a toy enthusiast.”
He sat up and grimaced. “Yeah, like, Rubik’s cubes and Tamagotchi’s. I don’t think I could have a stuffed animal that looked like that in my bedroom.”
I tossed Craven back on the chair. “You get used to it. Are we doing this?” I lifted my dress and shimmied my fishnets and thong off. I tossed my thong to Freddy and he brought it to his nose, inhaling deeply.
“Fuck yeah, we are. Come here, baby.”
I kicked his pants on the floor, as I got out of my shoes and his wallet slid out of his pocket.
“You have a condom?” I bent down, opening it and freezing.“Who is this?” I turned the wallet to show him the photo.
His face fell. “Oh. Uh?—”
“Your girlfriend, your partner, what?”
He rolled his eyes and smirked. “It’s my wife. Come on, Tanis. She doesn’t have to know anything. don’t let this ruin our fun.”
“Your wife? Are you even a furniture salesman?” My blood boiled. My eyes shot over to Craven. His eyes were black, glassy marbles, blank and unchanged.
“Yes, I didn’t tell you because we’re separated. Come on, sweetie, you know you want this.” He motioned to his dick. I glanced at it. My core ached. I had wanted it. Not now. My chin trembled, and a single tear slid down my face.
“Why are you crying, sweetie?” He got up and came to comfort me as I plopped on the bed. He rubbed my shoulders and tried to kiss my cheek, all the while murmuring how it was okay that he was trying to have an affair with me. I looked at the ceiling and sniffled. Wiping away my tears I stood and went back to Craven, sitting him back up. Another loud sniffle, and I grabbed my purse, turning away from Freddy, and pulling out my knife.
“Wait, was the teddy bear smiling like that before? I don’t remember him looking like that.”
Oh, Freddy. You’d almost been perfect.
