Sweet Little Lies

She braced herself on the kitchen counter, Declan's hands running up her thighs. "Gotta be quick," he murmured, his breath hot in her ear, her skirt pushed up. "She'll be home any minute."

Bullshit. Heather wasn't expected for hours. But, for an adulterer, Declan wasn't fond of risk. He played at it. It made the bitches warm and panting for him. They believed he wanted them oh so passionately, that he was willing to risk everything. They almost never said No.

He sent this one out the door with a pat on her bottom, then headed for the B-A-T-H room.

"Good idea," I said. "The smell's a dead giveaway."

He spun round, white-faced. "Down here." He looked comical, frozen like a scared rabbit. Only his eyes moved until they landed on me. "Bingo," I said, sitting up a little taller and meeting his gaze.

"Molly?! Is that-"

I sighed.

"Yes. Can we skip this part where you say, "You can talk!" What you should be thinking about is, I will talk. You get me?"

Declan sank on to the stool, his sex-stink overlaid by shock and fear.

"A longer walk tomorrow, two hours. Somewhere nice. In the country."

He gaped.

"Dog park. Once a week. No exceptions. She's doing Steak soon. I want some."

He gulped.

"Declan, this is good. We can help each other. I can tell you if she's coming home early."

It was quiet after that. He didn't try to talk to me. Probably wanted to have imagined it.

He didn't let me out of his sight. Even invited me up onto the big bed at sleeptime.

In the morning, he was reluctant to leave. He patted me. "Be good," he pleaded, his eyes shifting briefly to his wife.

Heather cooked bacon. I told her I'd have some, and you should have seen her face!

"Just one piece," I said, "Or I tell Declan what you've been getting up to with that gardener next door."

"But I haven't!"

My tongue lolled. "Who's he gonna believe, if I tell him you are?"

The bacon was delicious.

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Word count: (excluding note): 366

Submitted on: 8th April at 23.01

*Quick Author's Note*

First, and most importantly: thank you for reading!

The story behind the story: This one was prompted by the recent research which showed that female dogs are actually quite judgemental of their owners.

I've done a bunch of prompts here.

A Year of Stories: I'm writing a story every day this year. This one makes an 99 day streak since the 1st January. I'm collating them all here.

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