Ben had just pulled into a parking spot. He hadn't even turned the engine off when the phone rang. Again. He looked down at the screen and saw exactly what he expected.
Incoming Call: Angela
Why was she calling back again? They'd argued. She'd said things. He was stuck going to this work function that she refused to attend. What else was there to say?
He pressed his thumb on the green Accept button, the touched the Speaker button.
"Hello." There was no question in his voice. He was exhausted.
There was a rustling sound, something moving across the microphone.
"Angie?" He couldn't tell if she was there. Had she butt dialed him?
There was a sound like a squeak then more rustling. He couldn't figure out what was happening. He heard her laugh. She could laugh after the fight they just had?
"Angie? Are you there?" His voice was louder. He was trying to get her attention.
Still it was just rustling and her voice, but she wasn't saying anything, just... was that a moan? What the hell was going on? He heard her say, "stop teasing," like she was a mile away.
"What are you talking about?" He tried to speak louder so she could hear.
"Pull it out," she said. He was about to ask her again, but then he heard another voice. A man's voice.
"Fuck yeah," the distant man said.
He knew then. He pretended like it wasn't what he was hearing, but as soon as he heard the guy, he knew.
"Fu-u-uck, girl," the guy said with his dick in Ben's wife's mouth. "Slow down. I don't want to blow so fast."
There was a wet slapping sound then she said, "cum in my mouth."
Ben should have hung up. He shouldn't have kept listening. But he moved the phone close to his ear and turned off speaker. He listened intently, felt his shoulders slump but muscles tense. It was an incongruous response. He couldn't explain it.
She almost screamed then, "Oh!" There was movement, rustling, then she cried out from a world away. "God yes, fuck me!"
He could hear the distant slapping of the bodies, hear her moaning, hear him moaning, hear it all. He pressed one hand to his face, but couldn't put the phone down. He listened to it all. He heard her cry out her orgasm, heard him growl, heard her tell him to shoot it all over her face. He heard everything. He felt a huge welling of pain expanding in his chest as if he were about to explode, but he kept listening. Why couldn't he hang up?
When it was over, he set his phone down on the passenger seat, left it connected. He turned off the car, got out, locked the door. He stared up at the front of the building. Work event. He had to go to a work event. It's why they had fought. It's why he wasn't there and someone else was. He wouldn't cry. He wouldn't feel a thing. He pushed it all down, took a deep breath, then another. He put on his business face and headed inside.