Sex and the Social Network

by Victoria Lexington

  TYRONE: What are you looking for?

  JULIA: I wasn’t really looking for anything. Well, I wasn’t until you came along.

  TYRONE: I wasn’t either until I kept seeing you on Liz’s Facebook wall, and something about you just spoke to me.

  JULIA: Listen, Tyrone. I’m married and have never done anything like this before, but if I’m being honest, I’ve been bored and restless for a while. I’ve just kept busy and ignored those feelings, but then you came along, and now I am officially intrigued.

  TYRONE: I know the feeling. I checked out your photos. I can see you’re tiny with a rockin’ body. How tall are you?

  JULIA: I’m 5'2, 110 pounds.

  TYRONE: Oh, that’s perfect. I can’t wait to carry you in my arms. I want you to ride my big cock while we’re standing up.

  Wow. The hair on my arms actually stood up. I swear my panties were getting wet just thinking about that.

  JULIA: Mmm … that sounds hot. What are your stats?

  TYRONE: I’m 6’4”and 220 pounds. That’s not too big for you, is it?

  JULIA: Oh, no, bigger is better.

  TYRONE: Ok, good, and I have a long, strong tongue too.

  JULIA: Oh? Tell me more.

  TYRONE: You want to hear how you’re going to scream my name and how I’ll have you seeing stars? I would love to lap your cunt until you exploded in my mouth.

  JULIA: Yes, that’s exactly what I want to hear.

  I crossed my legs in my chair. The thought of a hot, talented tongue on my pussy was totally turning me on. Aaron has a thing about germs and almost never ate me out. But I can still remember what it felt like when Kevin went down on me. In fact, sometimes when I’m with Aaron, I fantasize that it’s Kevin. The orgasms I had with him were the biggest and best I’d ever had.

  TYRONE: Do you enjoy having your clit licked and your G-Spot stroked at the same time?

  JULIA: Hell yeah, how'd you know? LOL.

  TYRONE: You have “sex fiend” written all over your face. I would love to feel your tight legs around my head while my tongue made love to your pussy.

  JULIA: I’d love to feel your talented tongue take me to O-ville. My husband doesn’t like to go down on me and I miss it a lot!

  TYRONE: Are you freakin’ kidding me? I could eat pussy all day and night. You are in for a real treat, Julia.

  His words were really getting to me. The idea of someone talented giving me oral pleasure had me tingling below the belt.

  JULIA: That sounds amazing. Afterwards, I want to suck on your swollen head. I want to use my fabulous BJ lips on the tip while my soft hands caress your shaft up and down, up and down.

  TYRONE: You are killing me, Julia. My cock is so hard right now.

  JULIA: LOL, sorry. My daughter is calling me, I have to run.

  TYRONE: Ok doll, TTYS.

  That night I tossed and turned for hours. Tyrone was turning me on so much, and I was so intrigued by everything he said and offered. My body was craving the things I knew he could do to me. But as I wrestled with sleep, Aaron lay perfectly still next to me. He might be a dud, but he was a decent man, and part of me wasn’t sure if I could go through with cheating on him.

  LIZ

  The weekend flew by and before I knew it, it was Sunday night. I had just put the kids to bed when the phone rang. Maria’s name came up on the caller ID. I held the phone briefly, not entirely sure that I wanted to talk to her. After all, I had to either pretend to be okay with what she was doing with Enrique, or risk being seen as unsupportive or judgmental.

  “Hey,” gushed Maria. “How was your weekend?”

  “Good. Busy. We went to a water park yesterday, went to church this morning, then the kids went to a birthday party. How about you?”

  “It was good! Zack and the kids came home today.”

  “Oh. I didn’t realize you were all alone.” I suddenly felt a knot in the pit of my stomach.

  “Yeah, I missed the kids,” Maria said pointedly. I realized all too quickly who she didn’t miss.

  “Well, next time you’re lonely, you can have mine for the weekend!”

  “Ha ha. I appreciate the offer, but I’m good, thanks!”

  “So have you been thinking about Enrique?” I already knew what the answer would be, but I had to ask.

  “Yeah. I can’t get him out of my mind!” Maria’s voice perked up.

  “Ohhh, boy. Sounds dangerous!”

  “I know. Actually . . .” Maria hesitated for a moment. “I need to tell you something. I, um, might have left out some details about Friday.”

  “I had a feeling. I didn’t know Zack and the kids were out of town for the weekend. That changes things a bit.”

  “Yeah, well. I guess you are starting to fill in the blanks, then.”

  “Are you serious? So the whole kissing thing in the hotel lobby was made up?”

  “No, that part was true!” I felt my stomach drop as Maria went on. “It just wasn’t the end of the story. We, uh . . . we might have ended up in his hotel room.” I could almost see her bracing for my reaction.

  “Shut up!”

  “Yeah, well.”

  “Come on! Now you have to be messing with me!” My head spun with this new information.

  “I would never—could never—make something like this up! I swear!”

  I took a deep breath. “So wait. In other words, you went out, got drunk, made out in the lobby, and then went up to his hotel room and had sex with him?”

  “That’s it in a nutshell.” Maria sighed.

  “Oh my God, for real? How? Where was his wife?”

  “Enrique was here on business. She was at home with their kids.”

  “Oh my God! Oh my God, Maria!”

  “I know! Can you believe it?” Maria sounded more excited than anything else, and I couldn’t detect a trace of guilt in her voice.

  “No, I honestly can’t. I mean, I guess I can believe it. Holy shit. Holy, holy, shit! So… how was it?”

  “It was amazing!” Maria was clearly giddy.

  “Have you been in touch since?”

  “Yeah.” Maria giggled, sounding more girlish than I could remember her sounding in a long time. “He texted me and said he had a great time too! He signed it ‘xoxo’!”

  “Wow. That’s all I can say. I think I’m in shock. I thought the make-out session in the hotel lobby was a big deal! You are officially the first person I know who’s having an affair!”

  “That may not be true,” Maria said in a singsong voice. “It’s possible I’m just the only one who has told you!”

  “Good point. So now what?”

  “Not sure,” Maria pondered. “Only time will tell, I guess.”

  “Crap, Maria! This is a big deal!”

  “Oh, I know. I am so glad I told you.” Maria’s voice brightened a bit, sounding a little more relaxed. “Seriously, Liz, I felt horrible keeping it inside. You’re the only one I am going to tell, okay? I needed to tell someone, and I know I can trust you and that you won’t judge me.”

  “Of course you can trust me!” A long moment went by while I thought about what to say. Maria was one of my best friends, and there was only one thing I could say. “You can trust me. And I won’t judge you.”

  “Thank you!” gushed Maria, sounding relieved and cheerful again. “Love you, Liz. Thanks again!”

  “Sure.” I couldn’t wait to get off the phone and sort through my feelings.

  “Hey, I gotta run. The baby is calling! I’ll talk to you soon!”

  “Okay, good night.”

  I couldn’t believe Maria was having an affair! Do you even call it an affair after one time? Now what? They were both married. They lived over an hour apart. They had kids. What was she thinking?

  I was feeling super guilty. I wasn’t the one in bed with Maria, but still, my telling her about talking to Enrique on Facebook may have been the catalyst for all of this. I may have started something that could change their lives forever. And if my hunch
was right, this was only going to get more complicated.

  I couldn’t believe any of this was happening. I mean, I’ve seen enough episodes of General Hospital and Grey’s Anatomy to know people cheat all the time, but no one I knew personally was in the throes of a steamy affair—or so I thought. Maria had made me promise that I wouldn’t judge her, and I told her—and myself—I’d try. But I despised infidelity. My college sweetheart, Nicholas, had cheated on me, and I didn’t wish that pain on anyone. Not Zack or anyone else.

  To me, being unfaithful was something selfish and cowardly. Yes, cheating was for selfish cowards. If someone’s not happy in a relationship, why can’t they just say so? Why can’t they just tell their partner they want to play the field and they want to “experiment”? (That’s the polite way of telling someone you want to fuck everyone in sight, right?) Then go out and do it. But pretending to be happy in a relationship while hooking up on the side is despicable. Talk about wanting to have your cake and eat it too.

  Maybe the storm of emotion inside me wasn’t really about Maria and Enrique at all; I don’t know. But still, having been cheated on gives me a different perspective from most people. I played “Lyin’ Eyes” by the Eagles, and before I knew it, tears were streaming down my face.

  “Shit, Nicholas . . . you lousy son of a bitch. A lifetime later and you can still make me cry.”

  JULIA

  Arielle was up before the crack of dawn, hungry and ready to play. Ugh, all I wanted to do was sleep. I convinced her to watch a Barney video in bed with me so I could get a few more winks. Twenty-two minutes later, Barney was over, and she was whining that she was hungry.

  “Okay, okay, I’m getting up.” We walked down to the kitchen and I rummaged through the cabinets and refrigerator. I couldn’t find a thing to eat. “Hey sweetie, I have an idea. Let’s go out for donuts.”

  “Yay!” Arielle jumped up and down. “I love donuts.”

  “Okay, love. Run and up and bring me an outfit so I can get you dressed.” She skipped up the stairs, which gave me a chance to change into my black yoga pants and sleeveless hot pink tank. There was no reason I couldn’t look hot for a walk to the donut shop.

  After we got dressed, I pulled the jogging stroller out from the garage. The donut place was only a mile away. Running there would be the perfect way for me to justify eating crappy food.

  Arielle was getting so big I could hardly believe it. She climbed up into the stroller and I buckled her up. I cued up the “Eminem Workout Songs” playlist on my iPod and off we went.

  It was perfect out, no more than sixty-five degrees with just the slightest breeze. The air felt crisp in my lungs and helped me clear my head. Was I seriously considering having an affair? I smiled to myself remembering all the hot things Ty and I had chatted about the night before.

  My neighborhood felt so peaceful and serene this early on a Saturday morning. Without the weekday distraction of having to wave to everyone on my jog, I noticed things I had never paid attention to before. There were giant redwood trees that lined the opposite side of the street and beautifully manicured lawns, all green and lush and exploding with flowers.

  Each house seemed more ostentatious and impressive than the one before it. I noticed that almost everyone parked in their garages, but the few cars that were parked in the driveways were all luxury, every single one of them. Shoshana Ginsburg had a new Cadillac Escalade in her driveway, and I made a mental note to hint to Aaron that I wanted something a little bigger, a little better.

  By the time we got there, I was sweaty and my face was red. Arielle liked donut holes best, so I got her a cup of those, and then ordered a jelly donut and a large iced coffee with lots of skim milk and a packet of Splenda for myself.

  “Hey, Julia!” My neighbor Shoshana came up to us. “How have you been? Look how big Arielle is getting,” she gushed at her. “So is anything new?”

  “Not really, just busy with teaching yoga and spending time with my baby girl.”

  “Yeah, Julia, your body is smokin’. I wish I had that little figure of yours. Lucky girl.”

  I blushed a little. “Thanks, Shoshana. Come to my yoga class anytime. I’d love to see you there.”

  What I wanted to say was that she was the lucky one. Her husband, Shawn, was gorgeous and funny and loaded. She’d hit the fucking jackpot. But I didn’t want her to know how hot I thought he was. There have been a bunch of times when I’ve caught him checking me out, and I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t give him my bedroom eyes at every opportunity. In some ways, it must suck to have a husband that is that sexy. He is a ten to her seven. So even though she is attractive and has a cute body, she will never be at his level.

  I have a theory that I call the “two point spread.” Basically, I think most couples will be within two points of each other in the looks department. If he’s an eight, the rule says she’ll be between a six and a ten.

  That’s not to say that all couples fit this model, but most do. And those that don’t are likely to stick out to outsiders. People will whisper—or at least wonder—if the less attractive one has a lot of money. I wondered if people ever though that about me and Aaron. Not for nothing, but I am definitely more than two points better looking than he is. That is not me being a bitch; I’m just telling it like it is.

  Arielle and I walked home after we finished. As though he knew I’d just been thinking about him, gorgeous Shawn was just getting out of his car with some groceries. He was your textbook all-American, hot California boy: perpetually tan, gelled-back, blonde hair, sky blue eyes, and perfect white teeth. I sized him up and guessed he was six feet tall and two hundred pounds of perfectly chiseled yumminess.

  He eyed me up and down slowly. “Hey, Julia. How are you?”

  “I’m good, Shawn. How are you?” I pursed my lips together a little to make them look pouty.

  “Good. What are you up to?” As he stood there in his khaki pants, I did my best to resist checking out his package, but my eyes were drawn there, and I smiled to myself when I saw the telltale bulge.

  “Oh, just walking home from the donut shop. I actually ran into Shoshana there. Funny, huh?”

  “That is funny; this town gets small pretty quickly.” Shawn’s eyes homed right in on my tits. I had to admit I got a thrill getting checked out by guys, especially hunky ones like Shawn.

  I held his gaze and lingered for a moment. My eyes knew how to say a lot without a word. But Shawn passed the test. Most guys got uncomfortable if we locked eyes for more than a moment. He didn’t flinch, which only confirmed my suspicions that not only was he hung, but he was a player.

  After I got home, I showered, got dressed in real clothes, and decided enough time had passed for me to check my Facebook email. I was really excited when I saw a message from Tyrone.

  Hey Julia, how is a beautiful girl doing on this beautiful day? Hit me up when you have a moment to chat. –Ty

  JULIA: Hey, Ty. How are you?

  TYRONE: Hey, gorgeous. How’s your day?

  JULIA: It’s good, just went on a walk to get donuts with my daughter.

  TYRONE: Fun, how old is she?

  JULIA: She’s three years old. How about your son?

  TYRONE: He’s two.

  JULIA: Sweet age.

  TYRONE: Yeah, somehow we’ve managed to avoid the terrible twos. He’s my little man. In a little bit I’m taking him to lunch and a movie.

  JULIA: Aw, I’m sure he loves spending time with you.

  TYRONE: He does, as will you.

  JULIA: I will?

  TYRONE: Yes.

  JULIA: What do you like to do that your wife doesn't?

  TYRONE: Fuck.

  JULIA: LOL.

  TYRONE: Seriously, she barely ever wants it and even when she does, it’s so vanilla and boring. She hates to blow me.

  JULIA: What? That’s crazy. I love giving head.

  TYRONE: God, Julia, where have you been all my life?

  JULIA: Over here, bored with no co
ck in my mouth. LOL.

  TYRONE: LOL.

  JULIA: Seriously, what do you think is missing in your marriage?

  TYRONE: Honestly, my wife is a good woman. We just have different sex drives and I’m frustrated. I have thought about leaving her, but she’s a wonderful mom.

  TYRONE: So what are you missing in your marriage?

  JULIA: Fire, hunger, passion. It’s just flat and lifeless.

  TYRONE: If I had a chance with that incredible body of yours, I’d be banging you morning, noon, and night. Your body needs me to devour it, not only with my hands, but my mouth, lips, and tongue, licking every inch of you.

  JULIA: Perfect, because sex is practically the only thing I think about.

  TYRONE: Me too!

  JULIA: Right, but you're a guy.

  TYRONE: Yeah, a guy who wants to ravage you.

  TYRONE: Maybe we should meet for drinks next week?

  JULIA: Believe me, I am tempted. I just want to get to know you a little more.

  TYRONE: Ok, tell me: what’s your best feature?

  JULIA: My lips.

  I ran my tongue slowly across my lips as I imagined how they would feel engulfed around his big, black python.

  TYRONE: I’d love to feel those sensuous lips on my cock. Shit, I’m so horny for you.

  JULIA: I’ll try to be less sexy when we chat. ;)

  TYRONE: No, don’t. I love everything you say. But I have to run now. Arty is waiting. Have a great day, gorgeous.

  JULIA: Okay, have fun. TTYL.

  I sat back in my chair and imagined what it would be like to be with another man. I hadn’t been with anyone else since I started dating Aaron six years ago. I closed my eyes and imagined Tyrone kissing me, his tongue tasting my lips, his hands caressing me. I thought about closing my door and taking care of myself, but I heard the pitter patter of Arielle’s feet.

  “Mommy, we go to park now?”

  I sighed. My needs would have to wait. I paused before I got up; huh, wasn’t that a mouthful. It seemed like my needs were always on the back burner. I didn’t mind giving up what I wanted for my daughter, but between taking care of Aaron and Arielle, my needs were rarely met. Funny, I bet that had never even occurred to Aaron.