Thorough Investigation

Beep.

As she flipped her cell phone shut with a soft clack, Viper breathed a deep sigh, a sigh which carried with it an unfamiliar mixture of regret, relief, and uncertainty.

She had just ended a lengthy phone call... to her husband.

"Hi, sweetie," she had began. "We need to talk."

She started by first explaining her numerous run-ins with Chun-Li, being careful to avoid revealing too much information about her line of work. She hated keeping so many secrets from her family, but her husband and daughter both understood there were some shady secrets at her job that she could not divulge, no matter how badly she might want to.

As Viper described her rival, she caught herself salivating ever so slightly, and fought back the urge to slip her free hand under her pants.

This is more important, she told herself firmly, keeping her arm locked behind her back.

"Sounds like she's really got under your skin," said her husband, trying to console her. She winced, biting her lip, crushed by those unknowingly accurate words.

"That's just it," she sighed. "The last time I ran into her, she just... she got me so mad... and I... I don't know what came over me..."

"Honey... you didn't..." whispered the man, a pang of concern hanging on his voice, "You didn't... kill her, did you?"

Had she not been so wraught with guilt, she might have laughed. "No," she whimpered. "I kissed her."

There was a pause. Viper's heart stopped, petrified of what her husband's response would be.

After an eternity, the voice came: "You... what?"

A tremendous knot formed deep in Viper's stomach. "I kissed her," she repeated. "I don't know what I was thinking... but the next thing I knew I was... we were..."

There was silence. She hoped her sentence would be finished for her, prayed she would not have to say those words to the man she loved.

"Having sex," she finally whispered, small tears rolling down her cheeks. "Baby, I'm so sorry, I... I never dreamed in a million years that this would happen... I just... I can't explain it, but.. at that moment, I... I needed her."

"I... uh," her husband stammered. Say something, she thought, Say anything! "I... appreciate you being honest with me, Maya."

Though just barely, Viper smiled. She had just been called her real name, a name only a handful of people in the world knew, and it slightly alleviated the pain this conversation brought her.

"Is this... is this going to be a regular thing?" the man asked, shyly.

"I'm realizing things... about myself," gulped the redhead. "I love you, honey, and I would never leave you. You know that. But I... I need more. I need the feel of a woman, too. There are... things only a woman can do. ...Please understand."

The knot in her stomach tightened as she waited for her spouse's response. It seemed like ages before he finally calmly whispered, "I don't understand."

Viper could feel the knot pull taught, forcing the breath out of her. She felt as if she had just been shot.

"But you know your own body," the voice continued, allowing the knot a tiny amount of slack. "And if you think that's what you need... well... then I want what's best for you."

Slowly, the knot began to unwind. "Then..." Viper cried, choking back a stream of tears, "You're okay with it?"

"As long as you don't forget the things only a man can do," he said sternly, "and if you really meant what you said about never leaving me... Then I guess I'm okay with it for now."

A seemingly endless parade of mushy sentiments spewed from Viper's mouth; she loved him, he was the best husband ever, she loved him, thank you so much, she didn't deserve him, she loved him, and so on. Finally, when this had settled down, she asked calmly, "Where's Lauren?"

"At school," the man said. "Why?"

Viper looked around her office, getting an idea of who was nearby, and stood up. Still holding the phone to her ear, she began walking briskly toward the bathrooms. "How about a quickie for old times' sake?" she whispered as she pushed open the door marked "Women."

"Now?" stammered her husband.

"Right now," Viper moaned, taking a seat on the toilet and hastily unbuttoning her pants.

"Crimson Viper," he bellowed, knowing his wife loved it when he used her codename. "This is not very professional."

"I've been a bad girl," she purred, tilting her head so that her shoulder held the phone in place. She reached down, massaging her small, scarlet bush, and forced two fingers into her anus. "Punish me."

"On your knees," crackled the phone. "I want you to beg for it."

"Please," Viper whimpered, her digits continuing to explore herself. As she inserted most of her other hand into her vagina, she repeated herself. "Please! Give it to me!"

"I can't hear you!"

"Please!" she screamed, not caring if her voice pierced the bathroom walls. "I need it!"

"I force it inside your sweet, sweet ass," the man whispered. Viper groaned in anticipation as her fingers worked more and more furiously.

"It hurts," she purred, playing along. In actuality, she loved getting anal from her husband; he penetrated deeper than her fingers could, just deep enough to fill her completely, but not so deep as to cause her too much pain. She craned her fingers as deep into herself as they would go, imagining the warmth of his member filling that space instead.

"I rest my chest on your back," he continued, "and kiss the back of your neck." Through the phone, she could just barely make out the sound of her loved one taking care of himself.

"Harder," she sighed, beginning to gently massage her clitoris.

"It goes in and out of you again and again," came a whisper as the faint slapping sound grew louder. Working her fingers to the bone, she envisioned the scenario painted by her husband. The rhythmic slaps that carried through the phone only further fueled her imagination.

"Cum inside me," mumbled Viper, panting. "Cum in my ass!"

"Not yet," the man groaned. "Let me hear you beg."

"Please!" she cried, rapidly approaching climax, her fingers diligently pounding her asshole. "Please cum inside!"

"I don't think you really want it," her husband rasped.

"I do!" shrieked Viper, her tongue dangling out of her mouth. "I want it so bad! Please!"

Through the speakers, she heard a familiar moan escape her husband, one she'd heard many times before. Imagining his hot load filling her ass, her fingers continued drilling furiously as a warm, opaque liquid cascaded out of her. Each time her fingers re-entered her, the orgasm seemed to continue for another few seconds, so that nearly a minute passed by the time her joyous squeals tapered off.

"I love you, honey," she sighed into the receiver. "I have to get back to work."

"I love you too," the man said. "Come home soon."

"I will," she nodded.

Beep.

She reached down to pull up her pants, stopping briefly to eye her small tuft of pubic hair. As she began to idly play with it, she recalled her dream from the previous night, when she had inhabited Chun-Li's body. Maybe I'll grow it out, she thought to herself, fantasizing about her rival's chestnut jungle for the umpteenth time. Finding herself involuntarily pinching and prodding her clitoris, the redhead paused for a moment, then dropped her black pants to the floor once again and spread her legs wide.

She thought of her last encounter with Chun-Li, recalling the special kiss they shared and the way it had chafed her nether regions. She imagined the scene exactly as it was, only with one change: While she rhythmically thrust her vagina into Chun-Li's, her husband's manhood matched this rhythm inside her ass.

Her fingers made swift work of her; this scene was too much to bear, and within a minute she had reached orgasm once more.

But Viper's hand did not break stride, continuing to forcefully invade her vagina. Next, she recalled Chun-Li's spectacular display of cunnilingus, imagining the Asian woman's tongue tending to her vagina as her husband's member ravaged her behind. She reached deep inside herself to simulate this experience.

Once again, the redhead did not last long, and in a matter of minutes, she had again creamed all over her hand and thighs. She hadn't realized it until now, she did rather miss her husband. His coarse touch, his gravelly voice, his carnal urges, and the feel of his rod inside her. But, in spite of herself, she also missed Chun-Li, finding her own hands a poor man's substitute for the brunette's touch. She had enjoyed her rendezvous with Cammy, as well, but held no attachment to the blonde girl, thinking it nothing more than a training exercise for her rematch with Chun-Li.

Finally, Viper pulled on her pants and left the bathroom, licking her fingers clean, not bothering to rinse off her privates.

A devious grin worked its way across her face.