We ate at the dining room table that evening. I’d made roast chicken with mashed potatoes and broccoli. After we finished, I said, ‘There’s a blueberry pie in the oven.’
Tina cupped her hands over her stomach. ‘I’m full for the moment, babe. Can we have it a bit later?’
‘It’ll be ready in a few minutes.’
‘I prefer it cold,’ said Steve.
‘Let’s just sit and talk for a while,’ said Tina. She refilled our glasses and turned to Steve. ‘Do you ever think this is a bit weird, what we’ve got going on?’
‘Sometimes,’ he said. ‘What about you? Do you feel guilty?’
‘No. I’d feel terrible if I were cheating on Rob. I’d hate sneaking around and lying to him, but this is something we both wanted, so why should I feel guilty? Because I’m Rob’s property and I’m letting you trespass? Please. We’ve moved on from that. I’ve always enjoyed sex. Why should I only enjoy it with the man I love? Being with you, Steve, has reminded me how much I love having sex with someone for the first time. I like the build-up, the tension when two people want each other but don’t know if it’s going to happen. I like flirting and teasing.’
‘I noticed,’ he said.
‘And then there’s that moment when we both know it is going to happen. It’s like being at the top of a hill on a roller coaster. That feeling of anticipation just before you plunge into the unknown. I like watching a guy undress for the first time. He looks good with his clothes on, but how’s he going to look when he’s naked?’ She leaned across the table and kissed him. ‘No problems with you there.’ Then she leaned the other way and kissed me. ‘Or you, babe. I adore foreplay, as a man uses his hands, lips and tongue to get me more and more excited. But it’s also great when a guy can’t resist me. He just throws me down on the bed and fucks me because he can’t wait a second longer. It’s just a physical thing, of course. I suppose it’s a bit like when you guys play tennis. You don’t need to have any particular feelings for the person you’re playing with.’
‘I’ve had some good matches with people I hate,’ said Steve.
‘And I think it’s possible to have good sex with people you hate. Don’t worry, Steve, I don’t hate you. But I’m sure we could have great sex even if I did.’
‘You think you could have good sex with David?’
She shuddered. ‘There are limits. I know people say that women want to be loved and cherished while men just want to get laid. And don’t get me wrong, I do want to be loved and cherished. And I’m so grateful to Rob for everything he does for me.’
‘No problem,’ I said, quietly.
‘But I also want to get laid. And … don’t take this the wrong way, babe ….’
‘What?’
‘I do sometimes wonder if it’s possible to have really great sex with someone you love. I mean, when we make love, Rob, it’s wonderful. You make me feel really cared for. But it’s not the wild animalistic sex I have with Steve. I know sex is supposed to be all about love. But for me, it’s more about that moment when you think: I don’t care who you are; you turn me on and I’ve got to have you. It’s like you have no choice. That’s how I felt about you, Steve. I watched you in the office and I had to have you.’
‘I felt the same.’
She extended her hands, palms out, in a broad gesture. ‘Do you see? It was lust – pure and simple. Well, not very pure. But the relationship you have with the person you love is complicated. When Rob gets sick, I look after him. I sponge his forehead and feed him chicken soup. I don’t mind doing it because I love him. But I’m basically being his mother. And it’s not easy to go from being a guy’s mother to being his sex goddess. Love and sex are two different things. Even the language we use is completely different. Sometimes I call you a bastard during sex. Does that offend you?’
‘No, I like it,’ said Steve.
She smiled. ‘Obviously I don’t really think you’re a bastard. I wouldn’t let you in the house if I did. It’s just something that pops out occasionally. And sometimes guys have called me a slut and a whore. I’d hate it if they did that any other time. But it turns me on if they say it in bed. Rob never calls me that because he loves me. You can’t call someone a dirty whore one minute and a sweet woolly baa lamb the next.’
‘Is that what he calls you?’ Steve asked, with a certain degree of sympathy in his voice.
‘It makes it easier for me,’ I said. ‘Knowing it’s just a physical thing between you guys. In some ways, the hardest thing is watching you two kiss.’
Tina put her hand behind Steve’s head and pulled him towards her, kissing him on the lips. He parted his lips and she pushed the tip of her tongue into his mouth. Then she sat back in her seat. ‘How did that make you feel?’ she asked me.
I didn’t hesitate. ‘Jealous.’
‘That makes you more jealous than seeing him fuck me?’
‘I think so. In a way, I’ve gotten used to seeing you fucking. Like you say, sex is just a physical thing. A kiss is different. A kiss is more about romance.’
‘So you’d rather we didn’t kiss?’ asked Tina.
‘It might be better that way.’
‘You’d better see to your blueberry pie, babe.’
I went into the kitchen and took the pie out of the oven. I heard Tina talking in a low voice, but I couldn’t make out what she was saying. I came back into the dining room with the pie.
‘Leave it on the table to cool,’ said Tina. ‘Let’s go upstairs for a while.’
We went up to the bedroom. I took up my position sitting against the wall at the side of the bed. I could feel immediately that something was different. The atmosphere in the room wasn’t that of two people who couldn’t wait to fuck each other. There was no urgency as Tina undressed herself, quietly slipping out of her clothes and lying down on the bed. Steve was just as calm as he took off his clothes.
He got onto the bed and lay on top of her. They kissed – a long, lingering kiss. He pulled his lips away and brushed the hair away from her forehead. He kissed her shoulder. She tilted her head to one side so he could kiss her neck with quick, fleeting touches of his lips. He moved down her body and kissed her breasts. ‘So beautiful,’ he said.
His cock slid easily into her. Before, he’d always thrust into her hard, wanting her to feel his size and power. This time they took a moment to be still and enjoy the feeling of togetherness. She looked into his eyes. She raised her head off the pillow so she could kiss him. He started to move slowly. As he moved, he kissed her lips, her eyelids, her neck, her armpits, her breasts.
The blood was humming in my ears as I realized what was happening.
He carried on moving inside her. He had such control that he knew he could make her cum quickly or slowly. He kept up a gentle, steady rhythm until she arched her back off the bed. They looked deep into each other’s eyes as she came. She didn’t cum with a scream the way she usually did with him. Her orgasm was like a sigh – gentle but intense.
‘Did you cum at the same time?’ she asked him. He nodded. ‘I felt your cum as much as I felt mine,’ she said. He pulled out of her and went to the bathroom to clean up. She turned to me with a grin. ‘Did you enjoy that, babe?’
‘What?’
‘I know jealousy turns you on. So tell me you enjoyed it.’
I couldn’t say anything.
‘Let’s go and have some blueberry pie,’ she said.
My head was spinning. I needed a drink. Downstairs I opened a bottle of brandy and poured us each a glass and handed out slices of blueberry pie. We sat down again at the table. ‘This is lovely, babe,’ said Tina.
‘Good pie,’ agreed Steve. He turned to Tina. ‘Have you ever cheated on Rob before?’
Could we please talk about something else? I thought, though I didn’t say it out loud. The brandy was calming me down, but my emotions were still churning. Tina didn’t answer immediately. She swirled the brandy around in her glass. I was afraid she was going to admit to something I knew nothing about. And I really couldn’t take any more that evening.
Finally she said, ‘I don’t count this as cheating. This is sharing. So I would say I’ve still never cheated on Rob.’ My heart rate slowed down a bit. ‘But I haven’t always been a good girl. I had this boyfriend a couple of years before I met Rob. He was called Nick. He had real trust issues. He was always quizzing me. “What have you been doing? Where did you go? Who did you see?” If I even mentioned talking to another guy, Nick would say, “Does he know about me? Did you tell him you’ve got a boyfriend?” I managed to get away one evening and go out with my friend, Carla. We had a few drinks and then we went to get a burger. At the burger joint, we started chatting to these two guys. One of them was called Kieran.’
I thought I’d heard all of Tina’s stories, but this was new to me. I’d heard about Nick, of course. But Kieran? Who was he?
‘He wasn’t what you’d call handsome but he was an interesting looking guy. He had long dark hair and very pale skin. He was dressed all in black. Vampire chic. He and his friend were nice guys and they made us laugh. They said they were students. Their place was just around the corner. They asked us if we wanted to go and eat our burgers there.
‘It was a small apartment. Considering two guys lived there, it was quite tidy. They opened a bottle of wine. We sat around the kitchen table. They told a few jokes. It was good fun. Carla was into Kieran’s friend. I can’t remember his name. They went off to his room. Kieran asked me if I wanted to see his room. I couldn’t imagine there was much to see, but I said yes. We sat on his bed and kissed. He didn’t ask me if I had a boyfriend. I must admit the thought of Nick made me enjoy kissing Kieran even more. Nick would have gone crazy if he’d known I was even eating a burger with another guy. And here I was with Kieran’s tongue in my mouth.
‘Kieran put his hand under my sweater. That’s when I had to tell him the bad news. I’d got my period that morning. I knew he was disappointed. But he made the best of the situation and asked, “Can I fuck your tits?” I stood up and took off my sweater and my bra. I also took off my trousers. The poor guy wasn’t going to see my pussy. The least I could do was show him my legs. His bed was bolted to the wall and too narrow for him to straddle me comfortably. So I lay down on the floor. He didn’t take his shirt off. He just pulled off his jeans and his shorts. When I saw his cock, I was cursing the menstrual gods. He had the most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen. It was huge.’ She looked at Steve. ‘It was even bigger than yours. I’ve always wondered what it would have been like to feel that cock inside me. He had big balls as well. I wanted to feel those balls bumping up against my ass as he screwed me. But it wasn’t to be.
‘I offered to spit on my tits for him. But he said he’d fuck them dry. He stood with his legs on either side of my hips and lowered himself down. I wrapped my tits around his cock and held them in position as he started to move. I was so turned on …. I lifted my head so I could see his cock between my tits. It didn’t last very long. After a while, he got up and stood over me. He stroked his cock a couple of times and came all over me. Those big balls had a lot of cum in them. Most of it went on my tits but he got some of it on my legs.
‘He gave me a Kleenex. Then we put our clothes on and went back into the kitchen. We had another glass of wine and chatted while we waited for Carla to come out of the other guy’s room. It was some time before she did, so I guess Kieran’s friend was quite impressive.
‘When she finally appeared, we headed off. We didn’t make any plans to meet again, but as we were leaving Kieran said, “You know where to find us.” I asked Carla how she’d got on. She said it had been good, but she didn’t think she’d be going back for more. I told her she was a slut. She laughed and said, “You can’t talk. You stink of cum. You’d better hope Nick’s not waiting for you when you get home.” I hadn’t thought about that, but it was the sort of thing he did sometimes.
‘I was in a bit of a panic when I got back to my place. Fortunately he wasn’t there. I jumped into the shower and destroyed the evidence. After that, I always had a quiet smile when Nick complained because I’d said hello to some guy in the street. If he’d only known ….’ She took a sip of brandy. ‘That’s the only time I’ve been unfaithful to anyone. Once in thirty-six years. That’s a pretty clean rap sheet.’
She put her elbows on the table and looked at Steve. ‘How surprised were you when we went to that bar and I asked you if you wanted to do … all this?’
‘I knew you were interested in me. Sometimes when I was in the office, I could feel your eyes on me.’
She rolled her eyes. ‘And I thought I was being so subtle.’
‘But I assumed it was just one of those office things. Flirting that wasn’t going anywhere. So, yes, I was quite surprised when you suggested … all this.’
‘It didn’t bother you that she was married?’ I asked him.
‘It made it more of a surprise, but it didn’t really worry me. My folks aren’t religious, so I never had it drummed into me that God punishes adulterers.’
‘Have you ever been with a married woman before?’ asked Tina.
He paused for a moment, as if wondering how much he should reveal. Then he nodded. ‘Yes, I have.’
‘Was she beautiful?’
‘What?’
‘I want to know if she was beautiful. I’ve just made Rob more jealous than he’s ever been in his life. It might do me good to get a taste of my own medicine. Come on, Steve, make me jealous.’
‘She wasn’t as beautiful as you.’
‘Liar,’ she said, with a smile. ‘I bet she was a hundred times more beautiful than me.’
He hesitated. He didn’t know the rules of this new game. ‘Well, yes,’ he began, ‘I suppose some people might say she was more beautiful than you.’
‘Sexier too?’
‘Yes, she was much sexier than you.’
‘And every time you’re with me, you’re thinking about her?’
He was watching her face carefully, trying to gauge her reaction. ‘It’s all I can do not to shout out her name,’ he said.
She smiled encouragingly. ‘What was her name?’
‘Hailey.’
‘I’ll remember that. So where did you meet Hailey?’
‘At a friend’s barbecue. I noticed this woman sitting on her own, so I went up to her. I asked her if she was there alone but she said no, she was with her husband. He’d spent the whole evening chatting with his friends and hadn’t said a word to her since they’d arrived. I started talking to her. We got on well. But then her husband saw me. That made him pay her some attention. He came over and said they had to go home. I thought I’d never see her again. But a couple of days later, she phoned me. She needed some excuse for calling and I’d told her that I go down the gym a lot. She said she was having trouble toning her arms and could I help her. I didn’t believe that any more than she did, but you’ve got to play along. I was able to get her a one day free trial at my gym.
‘We arranged to meet there one evening. We played around with a couple of weights for a while. Then I walked her back to her car. The gym parking lot wasn’t very well lit. There had been complaints from members but I was quite happy about it at that moment. I asked her if there was anything else she wanted, apart from help toning her arms. She said her husband wasn’t interested in her anymore. She said she didn’t want to leave him. She wasn’t even looking for an affair. She just wanted to feel attractive again. Then she asked me, “Am I attractive?”
‘I kissed her and told her she was very attractive and that her husband must be a jerk for neglecting her. She had changed out of her sweats into a short skirt. I put my hand up her skirt. I just brushed her cunt through her panties and she almost screamed. It was a long time since she’d been touched. I grabbed her panties and gave them a sharp pull. They ripped easily. I put two fingers inside her. She was so wet, she could have fucked a beer can.
‘I pushed her down on the back seat of her car and got on top of her. My cock slid into her with no resistance at all. She undid the buttons of her blouse. She was wearing a frilly white bra. “My husband bought me this bra,” she said, “but he’s never seen me in it. I want you to rip it.” I took her bra in both hands and pulled it until it ripped.
‘I fucked her hard and fast. I knew that was what she needed. I fucked her until she came. Then I pulled out. I asked her where she wanted it. She pulled up her blouse. I came over her belly. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do next. I didn’t know if part of her fantasy was that I just got up and walked away afterwards.
‘I got out of the car. She put out her hand so I could help her up. She buttoned up her blouse. “I’m going home with no panties and no bra,” she said. “And you know what? He won’t even notice.” She handed me the remains of her bra, telling me I could keep it as a souvenir. She straightened herself up, then got into the front seat and drove off.
‘I never saw her again. I was glad about that, to be honest. She was only doing it to take revenge on her husband. I didn’t want to get in the middle of that. But I didn’t feel bad about fucking her. It wasn’t like I was breaking up a happy marriage.’
‘And what were her tits like?’ asked Tina.
‘They were … nice,’ said Steve, still unsure what to say.
‘Nicer than mine?’
‘I guess so.’
‘And did they turn you on?’
‘I was quite turned on by the whole situation. You know, doing it in the back of her car ….’
‘Are you saying her tits were nicer than mine?’
‘I don’t know if they were nicer—’
‘Are you saying her tits were nicer than mine?’
‘Yes, they were nicer than yours.’
‘And was she prettier than me?’
‘You’re not even in her league,’ said Steve.
‘What would you do if she phoned you right now?’
‘I’d be out the door.’
‘You’d pass up sex with me for the chance of sex with her.’
‘In a second.’
‘Do you want to go to bed now?’
‘Yes.’
She took him by the hand. ‘Goodnight, Rob,’ she said, as she led him up the stairs. ‘You stay here.’
I didn’t move from the table. I’d watched my wife making love with another man. It was the most painful, and at the same time, most intensely exciting experience I’d ever had. I told myself Tina had only done it to turn me on. I was aware for the first time that somewhere in the world was a man called Kieran. I didn’t know anything about him except that he’d once cum all over my wife. I poured myself another brandy and tried to imagine what was happening in the bedroom. I listened. I could hear their voices but couldn’t make out the words.
Then I heard Steve call out, ‘Oh, Hailey, you’re still the best!’