The dull ringing in Jonathan's ears seemed to come and go, at times he felt dizzy, other times his head just hurt. He looked at the detective across the table from him and then closed his eyes, resting his arms on the table, he tried to imagine the events as Christine had described. Picturing his house, his basement, his couch in the context she created, created... Jonathan wondered about that word. The word implied a conscious act, a willful thing that Christine considered and developed, not something that bled from a demented mind.
His wife had gone to bed early that evening, he had talked with Christine in the basement and something had happened before he returned to his wife upstairs. He recalled coming in late and not finding Christine upstairs, Jonathan and his wife Amanda both figured she was in the basement, watching TV. As long as the baby monitor was on, they had no problem with her relaxing downstairs near her bedroom; she was a diligent nanny and gave them no cause for any concern.
Complaining of a migraine, Amanda headed directly to their room while Jonathan headed for the stairs down into the basement. Leaving the door to the upstairs open, he began walking down the stairs. He was about to call Christine's name, when he suddenly stopped and stared into the den.
Christine sat at the couch with her back toward the stairs. She held a book in one hand and her other hand was inside her gym shorts, moving vigorously. It was here that Christine's and Jonathan's accounts diverged. Trying to picture the events as she described it in her statement, he ran the evening through his mind...
He stood silently watching her for a few moments and then, quietly tiptoed down into the basement. Standing directly behind her, he reached out, placing his hands directly on her small shoulders.
"Oh," she gasped, pulling her hands out of her shorts and dropping her book, "you startled me."
"I'm sorry," he exclaimed as she stood up and faced him. He watched as her eyes moved down from his face to focus on the bulge in his pants. "I didn't mean to scare you, I just... I, ah... saw what you were doing."
"I was reading."
"No, I saw what you were doing besides reading."
"I was scratching myself..."
"Scratching yourself? You weren't scratching yourself, not like that."
"Look, you shouldn't have snuck up on me like..."
"You were supposed to be listening for the baby on the monitor, how could you do that while you masturbated?" He asked, slowly stepping around the couch and moving up closer to her.
"I... I could still hear, the baby was asleep, she was fine."
Reaching his hand out to run his hand over the cascades of curly hair on her shoulder he whispered, "Look, I'm not here to complain, I kind of liked what I saw."
She turned her face away from his gaze, "I'm sorry, I won't do it again."
Grabbing her chin and turning her face to him, he looked into her dark eyes, "But I told you I liked what I saw. In fact," he reached his hand around her neck, "I'd like to see more."
Trying to twist away, she turned from him, but collapsed onto the couch as he squeezed his thumb and fingers into her neck. "No, please..." she pleaded.
"Shut up," he said, jerking her head up to his face. Glaring into her eyes he growled, "Shut the fuck up and I won't hurt you."
"You're hurting me now."
"Then shut up," he said, slapping her with his free hand.
She went silent, slumping back onto the couch. He saw that she was still conscious, but she remained motionless, as if dazed. Jonathan quickly grabbed her shorts and panties, quickly pulled them off and tossed them to the floor.
Grabbing her by one ankle, he spread her legs as he unfastened his belt and opened his pants. "Yeah, I saw you, I know what you want," he said, fumbling with his pants, pulling them down.
Finally getting out of his pants, he pulled his cock over his underwear, then grabbed her thighs and pulled her toward him. Leaning on her, he reached down, grabbed her panties and pushed them into her mouth whispering, "Just in case you get a bit noisy."
She breathed hard through her nose as Jonathan leaned over her, forcing his hips between her legs, moving his cock up between her lips and then quickly, fiercely thrusting himself into her. He slid easily into her and began moving in and out of her as she continued fighting to breathe through her nose.
Since it had been so long since he'd had sex with his wife he came quickly, feeling the waves of pleasure roll over him, he arched his back and shoved himself deep into her. He shot spurt after spurt of cum inside her as she continued breathing hard, tears rolling down her face.
Pulling out of her, he stood up, put his pants back on and quietly climbed back up the stairs. At the top of the stairs, he opened the door, stepped into the kitchen and then closed the door behind him, locking it.
Shaking his head, Jonathan looked up at the man across the table and said, "It never happened, it never happened. I went to the stairs and saw her... saw her masturbating, so I tiptoed back up and closed the door."
"That's all."
"Well, I watched, I watched for a few moments, too long... I watched her for too long, but then I just backed up the stairs and closed the door."
"Okay, look, there are enough holes in her statement that I believe you and the doctors reported there was no sign of intercourse. Right now we're just clearing up some paperwork," the detective said. "We should be able to get you turned loose here in a few minutes. You have anyone you can call to get you home?"
"My wife, I saw her out there."
"Just give me a minute or two," he said, slipping out the door.
Jonathan waited, completely dumbfounded as to why Christine would go to the police with such a story. Before he could think much more, the door opened and a uniformed officer said, "You're free to go Mr. Donovan."
Jonathan got up and followed the policeman back to the main lobby where he saw his wife. He shrugged his shoulders at her and smiled.
"Oh Jonathan, I'm so sorry, so sorry," Amanda said, embracing him.
"Sorry?"
"That you had to go through all this," she replied.
"The baby?"
"My sister."
"Is she at the house?"
"You won't have to see her, we'll just get home and you can go to our room until she leaves."
Jonathan noticed that as they walked to the car Amanda seemed to cling to him more than normal. "Must be all the excitement," he told himself, still wondering why Christine lied about it all. |
