SUSPICIONS.

CHAPTER 3: SUSPICIONS.

Tingling sensations ran through Trevor's body like electricity, which startled him, causing him to jerk back to full consciousness.

"What the hell!" He shove whatever that was in fright, but it was Elizabeth's cold hands.

"Shh! It's me." Elizabeth ran her cold hands underneath Trevor's pyjamas, from his hairy chest and was headed down reaching for his male member.

'How can she treat me like trash during the day and at night, have the courage to come at me for sex?' Trevor thought perplexedly, but it had been a while since he enjoyed such from her, or anyone else. So he shoved aside his thoughts and went with the flow.

Seeing how Trevor eased up, Elizabeth had more boldness to proceed. She was horny, and needed a way to quench her desire. All this wasn't for the sake of Trevor, and he knew it, but oh well, he also needed this. He laid there as Elizabeth got on top of him straddling herself, bending her head, she kissed him, moaning passionately.

She didn't pull off Trevor's shirt, she went straight for his pants, pulling ripping it off of him like a voracious carnivore, pouncing on him again as she straddled on him. She liked being dominant, but Trevor couldn't care less at this point. She pulled off her light grey shirt exposing her perky breasts, giving Trevor a wonderful sight to behold.

Taking Trevor's male member with her left hand, she guided it, gently thrusting it into her vagina, making her moan again in pleasure. She began bouncing slowly and increased her pace.

"Yeah. Right there. Right there!" She moaned in pleasure.

Trevor enjoyed the ride, fondling her breasts with both hands, moaning in pleasure as well.

"Uh-huh. Yeah baby. Give it to me Frank." Elizabeth said, enjoying every bit of what was happening.

'Frank? I'm not Frank! So who the heck is that?' Trevor wondered in his thoughts disconnecting him momentarily from the mutual flow and rhythm with his wife, by the mention of that name. As always, he shoved the thought aside and got back into ecstasy of the moment.

Five minutes into the sex, they both climaxed together, moaning out loud in unison, as Elizabeth fell on him out of exhaustion. It had been as though they ran a marathon, both of them sweating on that cold night. She kissed him rolling over to her side of the bed, the left side, taking in a deep breath, letting out her exhaustion.

"Gosh, I needed this." Elizabeth said, smiling at Trevor who just stared at her, barely blinking, as though he had never seen her before.

A new ray of hope shone from within him, he saw possibility of rekindling the love they used to have in their marriage. He just laid there wishing that the moment would last forever.

Elizabeth laid on her side as Trevor wrapped his arms around her from behind, as they both drifted to sleep.

By the next morning, Elizabeth woke up, opening her eyes to see Trevor already awake, watching her sleep.

"What are you staring?" She questioned in a soft tone of voice, feeling awkward at his gaze.

"I've missed you." Trevor said with puppy dog eyes. She could see the love in his eyes, what happened the previous night didn't mean anything to her, but it meant a lot to Trevor.

She gracefully got out of bed, wrapping herself with her pyjamas as she walked to the bathroom. She left Trevor in bed without replying him. He should have felt bad, but he was still hopeful, thinking to himself, 'We're off to a good start.' How naive he was.

While in the bathroom, Elizabeth's phone rang. It's was set on silent mode so it only vibrated, and she couldn't hear it from way over there in the bathroom. Turning aside to look at the phone he saw the caller's name, it was Frank, and that struck a chord in him.

'Was that not the name she called out last night?' He reminisced, causing his optimism for a possible reconciliation with his wife to deflate like a punctured balloon.

'Is she cheating on me?' Trevor pondered, as his countenance soured, almost feeling betrayed. He shrugged it off, 'Until caught red handed, I'm not going to imagine the worse.' He tried his best to remain positive, but still, his suspicions were raised.

Coming out of the bathroom, Elizabeth went ahead to apply her skin care products, and lightly applied some make up.

"Going somewhere?" Trevor baffled at why she applied the make up, though lightly. "Yeah, I need to get something from the store, meet up with Mom and Dad and then go see the family of aunt Sally.

"That's quite a schedule for one day. You need me to accompany you?" Trevor asked, already knowing what her answer would be, but he was just being a gentleman.

"Nah. I'm good." She replied abruptly, turning her face from Trevor who was still in bed.

"So, no breakfast?" Trevor asked as he got out of bed, making the bed, but he didn't look at Elizabeth.

She turned a cold shoulders at his question, as though no one had talked.

Trevor chuckled softly, barely audible, as he kept on making the bed. The real Elizabeth began re-emerging, to Trevor's dismay.

Elizabeth got her hand bag and left the house without saying goodbye. Trevor didn't believe the tale of her schedule.

'It was no coincidence that last night she called Frank instead of mine. And it wasn't a coincidence that he called this morning either. She must be going to meet up with him.' Trevor pondered inwardly as he wrapped up making his bed.

Every fiber in his bone urged him to go spy on her, but he refrained from acting on it. A different idea popped up in his head, as he smiled wickedly, like an evil genius. Although he now has some suspicions, he really hoped it'd be debunked.

He took his bath as well, dressing casually with just a grey t-shirt and a blue jean pair of pants, accompanied with a white sneakers. Just when he was done dressing up, he got a call from Paul "Hey Trevor. How's it going?"

"Never been better." Trevor answered elatedly.

"I see you're in good spirits." Paul replied, still unsure of Trevor's claim. "Where are you at?" Paul further enquired.

"I am home. Just had my bath and wanted to go get something to eat." Trevor said, sitting by the edge of his bed.

"Great. Why don't you come on over to my place and we'll have breakfast together. My wife made those delicious pancakes of her's, just the way you like it." Paul offered Trevor, knowing he may not have enough money to spend out there getting something reasonable to eat.

"Alright, I'll head over now. Thanks buddy." Trevor gladly accepted.

It was just a 10 minute commute from Trevor's place of residence to Paul place of residence.

"Uncle Trevor". Michelle, Paul's daughter, ran jubilantly, embracing Trevor right at the entrance of the house. He had just arrived on time, although they purposely delayed breakfast for a bit for the sake of Trevor.

He greeted Paul's wife, taking a seat at the table, as they all said grace, and began digging in. "Mmm mmm mmm. Now this is one tasty pancake." Trevor praised Paul's wife.

"Am glad you like it." She replied smiling. When they were done having breakfast, Michelle and her mother cleared the table.

Trevor and Paul went to the living room.

"So, where did you go?" Trevor wanted to kill his curiosity.

"Really Paul? You can't guess the most probable place I'd go to during such a time?" Trevor said, almost disappointed at Paul.

"Come on Trev. I just wanted to be sure. I know you'd have most likely gone to the beach." Paul said in defense.

"So did you spend the night at home?" He still asked Trevor.

"Of course I did." Trevor frowned a bit.

"Alright Trev, I am just being concerned for you." Paul tried to alleviate his friend's displeasure.

"I know." Trevor said softly. "But anyway, something happened last night."

Paul's attention was pricked. "What is it?"

"Elizabeth and I had sex last night." Paul raised his eyebrows in surprise and confusion. "How in the world did that happen, seeing the events that transpired between the both of you yesterday? What a nerve."

"But she's the one who made the move on me." Trevor continued. "But something else happened."

"Dude, am all ears." Paul's interest was further pricked. "We had sex, she called out a name, Frank. It got me thinking, but I shrugged off the thought, just assuming it was a slip of tongue. But this morning, she got a call. Guess who called?"

"Frank?" Paul replied, a bit unsure, squinting his eyes.

"Yep. Frank." Trevor confirmed.

"Damn Trev! Does this mean she's having an affair?" Paul said disappointed, but within him, he wasn't so surprised. He only felt bad for his friend.

"Well, that's what I've got to find out." Trevor frowned, with a gloomy demeanor.