Whatever Your Heart Desires Part 4

For the second time, a knot formed in my stomach. I hurried over to the dresser and opened her drawers, one by one. All empty. I dashed back to her bedroom to check her closet filled to the brim with the clothes we had purchased for her. There were about a half-dozen forlorn, empty hangers occupying otherwise barren racks.

She hadn't understood. She hadn't realized the creeps had drugged me. After everything she had been through, everything she had done to please me, she had walked in, seen me fucking two of the guys we had met at Friday's - on our marital bed - and thought.... Then again, she had a point, didn't she? It wasn't like I had been the model of a faithful spouse. I had invited them with the intent of having sex with them. Yes, I had intended for Danni to participate – but it hadn't really been about what she wanted, had it? I hadn't even told her about it. It was going to be another surprise....

I sat down hard on the closet floor, crossed my legs, planted my elbows on my knees, then buried my face in my hands. What had I done? I could picture the scene as clearly as day. She had quietly slipped into this room and closed the door, fuming in silent rage. I was actually grateful she had done that. My attackers had not realized Danni had come home. She had been spared my fate, or worse when they discovered her secret.

Danni had waited until they had finished with me and left. She had cleaned out her closet, then come into our bedroom to empty her dresser drawers – while I lay sprawled across the bed, not ten feet away. To her, it would have appeared I was sound asleep in post-orgasmic bliss.

She was gone. My attackers had had nothing to do with her disappearance; I had. I cried for a good, long time, then notified the police.