by A. S Peavey
Kelsey had taken off her wedding ring. She only undid one button—though she was wearing a blouse that showed off more cleavage to begin with. Ever since the first romantic night—and sex marathon—with her husband, Kelsey had looked through the whole of her closet each morning, shunning the most conservative outfits that she had almost automatically chosen before.
But Kelsey’s looks weren’t of prime importance. She acted the part, just like Josh had suggested. She circulated, she chatted with a couple of men at the bar as she ordered her drink, taking a few sips before heading back to the table she had staked out. She still spent time make eye contact from that home base, but she stood periodically, wandering the room a little, so she wouldn’t look entrenched, as if she was waiting for someone.
In the end, she didn’t need to wait for a man to join her at that table (though she felt certain that would have happened, given enough time). She took her half-full wine glass back to the bar when a man who kept catching her eye approached for his second drink.
There was something in his eye that said he wanted her, though he also seemed unready to approach her, too nervous. But after they exchanged a few words, he invited her back to his table.
Richard was older, maybe by twenty years, but he kept himself in good enough shape. And Kelsey was excited to see if the rumored benefits of an older, more experienced, lover had any basis in truth
He certainly knew how to put her at ease with conversation. It took her a moment to notice one salient fact, though.
“Is there someone…are you…” She didn’t know how to phrase her question. She didn’t want Richard to think she was rejecting of him, on the basis of his relationship status. She might not have raised the issue at all, but having taken off her own ring, she was startled to notice that her ‘date’ was wearing his.
Richard looked down at his hand, clasped around his pint glass.
“Oh yeah. My…my late wife. Well…”
“You don’t have to explain. It’s not like I don’t have a…a home to go back to before it gets late and my car turns back into a pumpkin.” She wanted to level with Richard, even if she didn’t want to admit out and out that she was a philandering woman. “I was just surprised to see you hadn’t taken it off for the night.”
His face turned. He seemed shocked. But not enough to tell her to leave. And as time passed, the more relaxed he grew.
“So that’s why a younger woman is interested in me?”
It took Kelsey a minute to realize that he was joking.
“Yes. Yes. When it comes to finances, or worldly experience, I look for very young men. But when all I’m interested in is flesh, then the older the better. Though, frankly, you’re not really old enough to be my type.”
Richard nodded, then his face turned serious, he gestured towards his body and said: “Then you don’t…”
“I’m not picky,” she said. “At least, that’s not what I’m picky about.”
“Okay. You want, um, anyone but your husband?”
“I have a night for you. Maybe not just one night, if things work out.”
Richard insisted on treating her to dinner first—this was the kind of bar that not only served full meals, it served fulls meals that were worth the high cost. Kelsey might have limited herself to an appetizer, if she had been paying.
They chatted. She found Richard easy to converse with. And it was easy to forget that she had come her looking for a man on the basis of whether or not he’d give her a hard cock tonight.
If Omar decided to stay with his mistress instead of Kelsey, she might be able to make a life with Richard. Though she doubted a hook up at a bar offered an auspicious start for a regular relationship. So Kelsey decided that if her marriage fell apart, she’d be able to make a life with someone like Richard.
Though a twenty year older lover was one thing, and a twenty year older husband another.
But Kelsey didn’t want her relationship with Omar to fall apart, even if both their affairs made that a possibility. Kelsey hoped to parlay that risk into a stronger relationship, instead of a weaker one.
But she still hadn’t managed to talk about any of this with Omar. And she needed to. She needed to raise her concerns, and her own infidelity, before Omar figured out that she was sleeping around.
Even if she didn’t see Richard as a partner, he could make for a good regular lover. She could imagine meeting him in bars, or restaurants, every now and then, for a night of romance and passion. Something that could never go beyond an affair, but that they could more than enjoy for what it was.
Kelsey had almost forgotten that she had come looking for sex, until after dinner ended, and Richard asked her: “Would you like dessert?”
There was something sly in the question that made it clear that he wasn’t talking about any of the desert offerings from the bar—though Kelsey had been eyeing the chocolate truffle cake while she tried to decide what to order for dinner.
“Yeah. Dessert would be nice. Do you have a place nearby for dessert or…”
Richard considered her question. He wasn’t just thinking about whether his place was close enough. Kelsey thought he was wondering if he was ready to take another woman to his home, the home that was still inhabited by his wife’s ghost.
Kelsey didn’t object, though, that he wanted to keep her out of his wife’s bed—for now. A hotel room was fine for her, especially since he was still paying.
She just had to hide while he booked in and got key cards, lest the hotel staff embarrass Richard.
Their sex wasn’t nearly as good as their conversation. In fact, it ended up creepy.
It did start out with a cuter, more vulnerable Richard. She had to reassure him that it was okay to proceed, that she wouldn’t feel taken advantage of, having sex with him so quickly. She had to remind him that she had been on the prowl, that she had ‘caught’ him.
“I don’t exactly do this. I thought I was looking for a long term replace…relationship until I met you. I’d met a few women, but those relationships never lasted more than a date or two. I think, because I’m not ready for a regular relationship.”
“You have nothing to be ashamed of.” Less, Kelsey thought, than she had. Richard wasn’t married anymore, so he was under no commitment to avoid straying. “And as a human, you have a right to a good time.”
Richard thought about this, clearly considering a reply, but in the end nodded.
There was a little trouble because Richard hadn’t even considered a night like this as a possibility. As soon as they started to undress, he became apologetic. He didn’t have any condoms—thoughts of needing them hadn’t even crossed his mind. Decades must have passed since he’d been with anyone but his wife, and she must have been the one who worried about contraception—for as long as conception was possible.
He seemed nervous at the idea of heading down the hotel store to buy condoms. He would do it, he assured Kelsey, if it had to be done.
But Kelsey had resumed carrying condoms in her purse. Even though she hadn’t planned to follow up Josh with another man, she bought a pack just in case. She had been very glad that Josh had them (of course he did), and that he hadn’t hesitated to use one.
She bought them without any specific use in mind, and stuck them at the bottom of her purse, like she used to do in college.
That had led to one breakup.
Her habit of having spare condoms didn’t die off when she found a boyfriend, nor when they agreed to be exclusive, even though they knew that both their nightstands would be supplied with condoms. Not even when they trusted each other enough to forgo the condoms entirely, using only her birth control pill and trust that the other would introduce no disease. (Hell, she’d only ditched the condoms from her purse after Omar proposed to her).
Terry confronted her about the condoms one evening after they got back to his room from the dining hall. She had started a strip tease, planning to fuck him, when he raised the subject.
Terry had
n’t even cared to ask whether or not she’d been with anyone other than him since they’d been dating. She hadn’t. Despite the condoms, she’d never had cause to use them while she was in a committed relationship. She might have been wild, almost not caring who she slept with when she was outside a relationship, but when she was, she wouldn’t stray. It was like her relationships were rehearsals for being a good girl once she got married, even if she wasn’t even considering any of the men she dated becoming a long term prospect.
Her wandering mind had led her to break up with a few of her boyfriends before they could ripen into a lasting partner. She hadn’t been content fucking the same man for too long at a stretch.
But she always broke up before she slept with anyone else.
Terry hadn’t listened to her at all. He hadn’t wanted to listen to her explanation. Kelsey made him. Maybe if she had said she forgot them, or a friend had put them in as a joke, that would have soothed him.
But she didn’t. She wouldn’t lie.
She had them there in case. In case of what, she didn’t know.
He wouldn’t have even cared if she’d said she kept them in case they found themselves with an incredible need to fuck while out in the woods. He wouldn’t have cared if she was keeping the condom in case they had a threesome (not that she’d ever seriously contemplated that).
Terry didn’t care. He had already decided that Kelsey had betrayed him.
And the little shit had decided they would hold this argument in his room. Not only was she blindsided, she was the one who would have to walk out past everyone else in the building, past everyone on the street, with the remnants of the argument on her face.
Once the argument was done, once she was able to calm down, she decided she didn’t want to have any relationship with Terry anyway. The little shit had gone through her purse while she was taking a post-coital shower (without him, for better or worse) the night before.
Why he’d decided to search her purse then, after they’d been dating for four months, she didn’t know. Maybe there had been ugly rumors about Kelsey circulating, maybe she was supposed to be sleeping around behind his back. Maybe he’d just gotten curious.
But she was better off without him. There was no call to sneak into her bag. Hell, if he’d asked to see what was in her purse, Kelsey might have rolled her eyes, but she would have said yes. There was no call for Terry to search her bag.
Clearly Kelsey needed the condoms, in case of a shitty boyfriend. She’d ended up needing one of those condoms only a few hours after her boyfriend broke up with her.
Kelsey was glad she resumed her condom in purse tradition after Josh. Josh had condoms on his nightstand, but if he hadn’t—well, she hoped she wouldn’t have been desperate enough to fuck him bareback. At least it had been too early in Kelsey’s cycle to get pregnant.
She would have trusted Richard to be disease-free. But if they had sex without a condom tonight, there would be every chance that Richard would get her pregnant—unless her husband had already impregnated her.
Kelsey brought out the condom and made a show of putting it on Richard, stroking his legs, kissing his cock, before the rubber encased him entirely. Their sex started out fun. Kelsey could imagine them having more sex, sneaking meetings every other week.
It took a few minutes for it to get creepy—only after Richard was lost in his libido.
Not that it was creepy in the normal way. It wasn’t creepy in the asshole guy who acts nice until he has you naked, or just alone (and of course not the really creepy guy who doesn’t wait that long, his eyes acting as if he owns the woman he’s just spotted across the bar), and then insists that you’re going to do him, as if by entering a bedroom with him you’ve somehow signed a contract to keep going, as if he doesn’t have to earn his orgasms, or even care if you get one.
Richard wasn’t an asshole. But there was something pathetic about him. He was clearly a kind, loving man. But he had issues to work out. He hadn’t gotten over his wife. And that was clear in the way he had sex with Kelsey.
Kelsey had hoped that they would distract each other, he from Kelsey’s husband, and she from Richard’s late wife. That this would be a moment aside from their usual relationships, their usual lives.
But Richard couldn’t forget about his wife Cas while they were having sex. Sex seemed to fuel memories, as if he couldn’t imagine having sex with anyone but Cas.
It wasn’t that bad as they were having sex. Richard called her his wife’s name once, but looked sheepish about it. His distraction came through a handful of times, when he did things to Kelsey that “I know you like” and otherwise treating her as a woman he’d spent most of a lifetime with.
But it was afterward, as they lay together, his softening cock still in her, as he murmured sweet nothings to Kelsey, but really to his wife. He forgave Kelsey for the things Cas had left unfinished before she died, he apologized for the things he’d never managed to say or do, the amount of time he’d spent with other people, or doing other things, under the assumption that Cas would always be around.
He started telling Kelsey what he’d been up to since she died.
After that, all interest Kelsey might have had in a round two, even if she could have gotten Richard hard again that night, evaporated.
Once she managed to extricate herself from the bed, she headed for the shower, scrubbing herself more forcefully than she needed to, trying to remove the ill feelings left in her.
Fortunately, Richard had fallen asleep by the time she emerged. Kelsey wouldn’t wake him up. It was better this way. Richard wasn’t ready for any relationship, even with a mistress. He still needed to get over his wife.
If he had been awake, Kelsey would have needed to tell him she didn’t want to see him again, and maybe explain why. Instead, she could just leave him a note thanking him for the evening—that was the polite thing to do—but leaving no contact info.
He would probably understand why.
Kelsey wasn’t surprised to see Omar’s car already parked outside their house, even if she returned home earlier than she had the night with Josh. But she hadn’t expected to find Omar on the couch when she got home, looking like he was only watching the TV to pass the time.
The way Omar was bathed in the TV’s blue glow and the way he shut the TV off as soon as Kelsey stepped inside gave Kelsey flashbacks of high school. Her parents had watched the TV while waiting up for her (they alternated the chore, on the nights they actually noticed she had slipped out after curfew).
When Omar stood and approached her, Kelsey noticed nothing drunk about him. She was forced to wonder what he had been up to this evening. Maybe he had been trailing her, and witnessed her go up to a strange man’s hotel room.
But then he hugged her, and gave her a kiss.
“Weren’t you going to get drunk with your friends?”
“I should have turned them down tonight. I know I promised you a nice evening…”
“We don’t have to spend all our time having sex.”
“Okay. But my mind really wasn’t on my friends. You’re just too…too distracting. Even when you aren’t with me.”
Kelsey laughed. “Sorry.”
“So I left after an hour and came back home, hoping to find you. But you weren’t here.”
“Yeah…” Kelsey felt caught again, like she ought to confess (though now was definitely not the time—like every other time). It didn’t matter that her husband wasn’t suspicious, that he was glowing just to be with her now. That only magnified her guilt.
“I tried calling. But you must have had your phone on silent during the movie.”
“Sorry.” Kelsey hadn’t checked her phone when she left Richard. She’d just wanted to escape. A few calls had vibrated her phone, where it lay inside her pants, but she assumed those were from friends—or maybe her parents asking if she was pregnant yet
“No worries,” Omar said. “It’s not too late to have a nice warm shower.”
Kelsey nodded.
“Well?” Omar grabbed her hand and gave her a gentle tug, “No time like the present.”
Kelsey let out a small laugh and let herself be dragged along behind her husband. She laughed again at his attempts to undress himself while holding her hand—he managed to get a couple of buttons undone, but everything else would have to wait until they reached the bathroom. He wasn’t going to let go of her hand and risk her falling behind.
Kelsey wouldn’t have stopped. She was glad to have escaped the awkward moment without answering any question. Omar hadn’t asked about the movie. In fact, he’d just assumed she’d gone to a movie, so she hadn’t even had to lie, she just let his error slide.
Kelsey was nervous undressing herself. She’d taken a shower not an hour before, and she was sure her skin held signs of that recent cleaning—and her husband wanted to press his face up close and personal all over that skin.
But he didn’t turn to kiss her after he finished undressing. He didn’t even encourage her to speed her undressing. He sidled towards the faucet, starting the water. He jumped in the shower as soon as the water was coming out hot enough, turning back only then, to beckon for Kelsey to follow.
The stream of hot water washing around her finally helped Kelsey loosen up. And then Omar began to kiss her back, bringing tingles from her vagina. Kelsey hadn’t even realized that she hadn’t been horny until now.
Kelsey finally got into the rhythm; she was almost upset—almost—when her husband knelt down to licking her pussy for a minute. But then he asked to fuck her.
The fear returned, briefly, twenty seconds after Omar entered her. He remarked on how good—unusually?—her vagina felt around his cock. She was afraid that her body had been condition somehow by Richard’s cock, and that was what Omar felt. But the only thing he could have left behind was a little lube off the condom.
But for Omar, it was just a comment. He kept talking as he fucked Kelsey, but he was more interested in Kelsey’s stories of past shower sex. That drove Kelsey crazy. Especially when he said he wished he could show her off, that he could let people know they were fucking, and fucking wildly—everyone must already assume that, as husband and wife trying to get pregnant, they were having some sex.
