Montana always had plenty of friends both female and male, but it was Bailey who was her best friend, or best friend forever to quote teenage girls directly. Like with Montana herself, I had seen Bailey grow up into a young woman too over the past 12 years.
I waved to the girls as I drove by, and they returned the gesture, their smiles making them look even prettier. Two really hot 18-year-old girls in identical blue school uniforms of a blouse, short blue tartan skirts, white knee-length socks and black Mary Jane shoes was a distracting sight, and I nearly drifted into a kerb when I reached the roundabout at the end of the street, but fortunately corrected my steering just in time so no harm done. If I had hit the kerb and damaged the car, I might have attracted a bit of attention from the police had I explained that I was distracted by two teenage girls in school uniform. I might well have found myself on a register, with an order banning me from going within 200 meters of a school, a curfew and having to check in at a police station three times a week.
The day at the office went pretty well, but my good mood faded when I turned into my driveway and saw a vehicle only too familiar parked on the front lawn. It was a large four wheel drive utility vehicle with personalized number plates that read ‘The Todd’.
Young male drivers of these type of cars drove them like they owned the road — I had seen a similar vehicle cut across three lanes of traffic without indicating on the Westgate Bridge one time with the driver giving obscene hand gestures to those who beeped him – and Todd was no exception.
Parking my car next to Libby’s in the garage, I looked at the unwelcome four wheel drive as it sat there on my lawn, seeming to mock me. I would have loved to get behind the wheel of a massive monster truck and crush ‘The Todd’, preferably with Todd still inside it but of course I could not do this. I had to bite my tongue like I always did.
In many ways these vehicles were penis extensions for the young men who drove them and were a menace on the roads all over Melbourne, but this wasn’t true for Todd. He had a massive penis that would put a bull elephant, rhinoceros or water buffalo to shame, a penis only too well acquainted with my wife’s vulva.
I wondered if Todd was fucking Libby in the house at the moment, but doubted it. Although pretty audacious, Libby knew I was due home around now so presumably nothing too bad was going on at the moment.
As soon as I stepped inside, I could hear my wife’s giggling laugh and Todd’s stupid guffaw coming from the living room. I walked in there and several things caught my eye.
All six feet three inches of Todd was lounging on the couch opposite from Libby like he owned the fucking house, his tee-shirt and shorts accentuating his muscle tone and his manhood. His feet clad in running shoes were resting on the coffee table. I wasn’t allowed to put my feet on the table, Libby never permitted it, but Todd obviously got an exception from this strict rule.
Libby was sitting barefoot in an armchair dressed in a white blouse and a black miniskirt just that little too short for a woman of 39-years-old. The top buttons of her blouse were open, and one could see her white bra and her cleavage. Her knees were slightly open, showing the white fabric of her knickers to Todd, and the young man seemed to be enjoying the view up the skirt of a woman medically old enough to be his mother.
“Hi Todd, hi Libby,” I said, going into the living room.
“Hi Jim,” said Todd, giving me the smug look of a man who was screwing another man’s wife.
“It’s Jeff,” I said.
“Jeff, oh yeah, that’s right,” said Todd dismissively. “I keep forgetting.”
“Hi Jeff, Todd and I are just doing some planning for the trip to Adelaide for the fitness convention in two weeks,” said Libby, explaining Todd’s presence. “You hadn’t forgotten, had you?”
“No, hadn’t forgotten,” I said. Five days in South Australia with Todd and squad in tow. Would my wife behave herself? I doubted it.
“Jeff, there’s some low fat coconut water for you in the fridge,” said Libby.
“Thanks,” I said, going into the kitchen fridge and taking out the glass, sipping at the slightly white colored liquid and taking a sip. It was so bland that I might as well have been drinking distilled water. I thought again about how I was allowed to drink a single small bottle of beer tomorrow, and opened the fridge in anticipation.
However, I stopped short. There was no beer to be seen. I looked again in case I had put it on a different shelf or Libby had moved it, but both bottles were missing. I heard Libby and Todd laughing in the living room and thought again. Did they have beers when I came in? Thinking back, I swear I saw them with beer, but couldn’t be sure.
Only one way to find out. I walked into the living room, stopping short as I saw both Libby and her toy boy lover raise a bottle each to their mouth and take a drink of beer. My beer!
Libby noticed my presence in the lounge room. “Anything wrong, Jeff?”
“Um Libby, is that my beer you and Todd are drinking?”
Libby shrugged her shoulders, and looked at me. “Yes, we were thirsty. You can buy some more.”
“I’ll get some at the shopping center tomorrow,” I said.
“No!” snapped Libby.
I was surprised. “Excuse me?’
“You’re not allowed to buy any more beer until scheduled, and that’s in two weeks’ time,” Libby asserted. “And only then if you lose that extra kilo and a half. If you put on weight Jeff, you lose your treats. You should be thanking Todd and I drinking the last of this beer and helping with you keep to your diet.”
“Well, I guess I’ll buy some more in two weeks when I lose that weight,” I suggested meekly.
“You guess right,” Libby said, staring me directly in the eyes letting me know who was boss in this house.
To emphasize this, she raised the beer bottle to her lips and took a gulp, and a smirking Todd on the couch did the same. Having consumed his beer — technically my beer but as Todd was fucking my wife I don’t think he would have felt too bad about drinking my beer as well — Todd let out a burp so loud that the panes of glass in the living room windows seemed to rattle. I honestly thought he had thrown up on the floor so massive was his belch.
He and Libby thought this hilarious and through her giggles my wife said, “You think that was loud Todd, you haven’t heard anything yet.”
With that my wife opened her mouth and released a massive burp, way louder than the one that had come out of Todd’s mouth.
“Fuck Libby, how did you do that?” Todd exclaimed, he and Libby laughing hysterically at their belching after drinking my beer like a couple of teenagers who had found the beer keg at a party.
I retreated upstairs to get changed and went into my study. I don’t think my absence was missed by either my wife or her toy-boy lover who sat drinking my beer while thinking about the next time he would get into my wife’s knickers.
*
To my utter surprise, Libby made herself available to me when we went to bed, long after lounge-lizard Todd had driven away in his huge four wheel drive that matched his ego. It was she who instigated it, and I was not sure why. Maybe she felt bad about Todd and her drinking all my beer? Maybe she wanted to give me more exercise to lose that extra 1.5 kilograms and sex was a good start? Or maybe she was horny for Todd but unable to get it off tonight without looking suspicious, and I as her husband would substitute for her younger lover?