Margaret was still angry at her husband for that display of inexcusable behavior she witnessed between him and Laura. For heaven's sake, what had gotten into him? It just wasn't like him, acting that way. In fact, now that she thought about it, David wasn't the only one acting strange. Laura was too. Could there be come sort of connection there?
She dropped what she was doing, then headed to her husband's office. Enough with the speculation. She was going to ask him what was going on and he was going to tell her.
But when she got close to the office, she realized that someone else was in the room with him. And from the sound of the voice, it must have been Mrs. Littleton. Was she ... out of breath? Why was she panting like that? What exactly was she doing in there?
Margaret knocked on the closed door. "David? Are you in there?" Without waiting for a reply, she opened the door and got the shock of her life - Mrs. Littleton (faithful wife for thirty years) on the desk doggie-style with David pumping his penis in and out of her. And Mrs. Littleton was naked! Her somewhat large, but saggy, breasts swung back and forth with the motion of David's thrusts. "David!" she yelled at her husband. But Mrs. Littleton was yelling louder.
"Oh, yes! David!" Mrs. Littleton yelled. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"
"You got it, bitch," David said, then intensified his thrusts.
Margaret couldn't believe what she was seeing. That man may have looked like David, but that was not her husband. David was the purest man she knew. He would never, could never, do anything remotely like this. And Grace Littleton! She was a woman of high moral standing. What had come over her to make her start acting like a wanton slut?
Her gaze quickly shifted away from the two people engaged in their obscene act. Whatever was happening, she didn't want to watch. In fact, she wished that she could purge her memory of what she had already seen.
When she looked away, her eyes fell on the box sitting on the edge of the desk. It looked just like the box that Laura was carrying when she came back to the church, desperately needing to see her husband. Could that have something to do with David and Grace's odd behavior?
She reached for the box and snatched it off of the desk, then she left the office. More than anything, she wanted to get out of there. Until she could somehow return things to normal, she didn't want to go anywhere near her husband. It just made her sick, thinking about the kind of man he was now and what he was doing in his office.
Margaret quickly walked down the hall and into church kitchen. It was time to see what Laura was keeping from her.
