The Other Other Woman

by Mallory Lockhart

  “By the way,” she said, “remind me when I see you; I need to tell you a funny story… but it’s got to be in person though. Really funny.”

  “Okay, cool. Well I’ll see ya in a little bit, girlie! I’m excited to see you again!”

  “Me too! We’re going to have so much fun! Later, girl!”

  “Everything okay?” Matt asked nonchalantly, reaching for my hand as I came back to join him on the red couch.

  “Yeah… I guess so.”

  “You guess?”

  “Yeah, she just seemed a little weird,” I replied. “Are you going to call her and see what she wanted you for?”

  “I already texted her. She said she had a question about an account but found the answer.”

  “Oh, okay.” I couldn’t help but wonder if maybe she had figured us out. We talked to each other constantly and could read each other like books. I’m pretty sure she knew all of my secrets by now, well except for one very hot, half-naked one sitting on the couch with his face buried in a bag of cool ranch Doritos. I glanced over at him. “You do realize that you won’t be allowed to kiss me until you brush your teeth after those, right?” I teased. Hell, he could eat dirty sweat socks and I’d still let him kiss me.

  “What?! You don’t like Doritos?! That might be a deal breaker,” he laughed.

  He washed them down with some more wine and then quickly ran around the corner to brush his teeth. We settled back down on the couch again with him sprawled out up against the side. I sat in between his legs so I could rub them. He had such great legs, but they were going to be seriously sore later. We soon discovered that daytime TV is just dreadful. We tried to watch some awful dating show where the parents pick the dates for their teenager but quickly turned it off. I didn’t mind at all, I was enjoying the sound of my hands gliding over his thighs.

  I said, “Hey, before I forget, I want to get a picture of you.”

  “What like this? Shirtless?” he replied.

  “Oooh! Can I? I don’t have any good close-ups of you. Especially not undressed!”

  “Sure, babe, I don’t mind, but just be really careful where you keep it!”

  “I will.” I had the perfect place. There were several apps available for iPhones where you can easily store pictures and videos, but it required a code for anyone else to see them. I ended up taking two pictures, one before he was ready and one just as he flashed a big toothy smile. His hair was all poufy from me messing with it, but he looked really happy at that moment.

  I sat back down with him and rested my head against his chest. He put his arms around me, crossing them just under mine. I stayed there completely silent, completely relaxed, feeling his chest rise and fall as he breathed underneath me for what seemed like an eternity. Realistically, it was just a few minutes. But it was enough time for me to realize that I had already fallen in love with him. I reached up to kiss him and he put one hand across my cheek and gave me the softest, most luxuriously slow kiss that made me break out in goose bumps all over again. God damn, that man was so fine.

  “Hey, I was thinking…” he said, brushing his lips across the side of my face up near my ear.

  “Yes?”

  “I think we should take a shower,” he said very matter-of-factly.

  “Well, you are pretty stinky,” I taunted. It was just as well because my thoughts had turned downright filthy again.

  “Come on…”

  He hoisted us off the couch, taking me by the hand and leading me into the bathroom. He quickly took his boxers off and helped me get out of my tank top and panties. “These are really nice, did I buy these? Gosh, I have good taste,” he bragged.

  “Yes, you do,” I agreed. “You get in first, babe, I’m going to try not to get my hair too wet.”

  “Why not?” he asked, seeming disappointed.

  “Because it takes a long time to dry and I’ll have curl it again. It’s already almost 3:00. We don’t have that much time.”

  “Oh, fine!” he huffed, turning on the water.

  He stepped into the shower, and I followed, trying to stay out from underneath the direct spray of the showerhead. Without my heels on I was so much shorter than him it was almost comical. Even with him bending his head down, I had to step up on my tiptoes to be able to kiss him. He grabbed some shower gel and worked it into a lather with his hands. Starting at my shoulders, he washed me, using circular strokes down the entire front side of my body, paying special attention to my breasts which were already ripe from his touch, along with the hot stream of water now hitting them. He grabbed me around my ass and pulled me close to him, letting the soapy water run down my backside while he ran his hands all over my cheeks. I think he was trying to get a little friendlier with my bottom, but I pretended not to notice.

  I grabbed the soap and did the same for him, kissing and licking his nipples before working a thick lather into his chest hair. I loved everything about his body. I could just touch him all day long. As I continued to wash him, his breathing increased noticeably. I could feel that his cock, firmly pressed against my stomach now, was already throbbing and hard as I slowly moved down his arms, chest, and stomach. I didn’t take my eyes off his as I crouched down on my legs and, using my hand, guided him into my mouth, sucking and rolling my tongue around his large, smooth tip. He reached for me, holding my head in his hands and sweeping my long hair up on top, not only to keep it from getting wet, but also to steady himself as I took his considerable girth down my throat. I eased him in, using my hand to pump him from top to bottom, slowly drawing him out inch by inch while he watched me from above. I made a circle with my thumb and forefinger and, creating a tight ring up to my mouth, vigorously moved him in and out of both while he closed his eyes and groaned. I then placed my hands around the backs of his meaty thighs and rocked them back and forth, taking his entire shaft in over and over while the hot water ran down his body and over my lips.

  I felt his knees begin to buckle under the pressure. I was more than willing to let him come, but he grabbed my face instead and pulled me back up. “Let’s go,” he said, turning off the water and wrapping me in a towel. He grabbed one as well and we sprinted over to the bed, both of us suddenly freezing with the A/C on full blast in the room. I dove under the covers and he screamed like a girl, “Let me in too!” We clung to each other, laughing and kissing under there, until all the water droplets were gone and our bodies adjusted to the sharp temperature change.

  He removed our towels and lowered the covers, exposing our top halves. He ran his hands fervently all over my breasts, pushing them together and taking my nipples into his mouth with his tongue–licking them, suckling them, even biting them–like no man had ever been allowed to before.

  “Babe, you have absolutely perfect nipples.”

  “Well, that’s one you don’t hear every day,” I giggled. “Thanks, sweetie.”

  “Do you have any idea how gorgeous these are?” he said, cupping and kissing my breasts. I really didn’t. To me they had always been a saggy, heavy nuisance, if not a painful reminder of the past. He couldn’t possibly have known it, but it meant so much to me to hear him say that.

  “They’re okay, I guess. I wouldn’t them being a little higher like they used to be,” I replied.

  “Well, they look great now, babe. Tell you what, if you still don’t like them in say, 10 years, we’ll get you a lift!”

  I’m sure he was just kidding around, but I couldn’t help but smile at the idea of him still being around in 10 years.

  He quickly brushed his lips across them again and moved his body lower, bringing the covers down with him. He pulled my legs up onto his shoulders, teasing the insides of my thighs with kisses and brushing his hand across the little patch of hair between my legs. I could feel his hot breath getting faster as he spread me apart and delved his tongue into me, sending me moaning and clawing for the sheets. He continued licking me, first with light taunting flutters over my clitoris, followed by amazingly deep pressure, pressing
against every part of me, making my hips grind against his gorgeous mouth. His penetrating strokes traveling up through me felt like electrical shocks all over my body, still tender from him taking me just an hour before. As he pressed on, my blood boiled and throbbed in my ears to the point that I could barely hear my own outbursts. He continued to coax me just to the edge. Then he eased back just enough that I could barely hold myself together, yet still be begging him for more.

  It was then that I started to lose my mind, just a little bit. I knew better. I was a smart girl. But I wanted him. No, I needed him–all of him–so badly I could taste it. I hadn’t started on any birth control pills yet, and I was ovulating. I knew we had to use a condom. But God Almighty I hated those things. Just maybe…

  I reached down and ran my fingers softly through his hair.

  “Hey, baby…?”

  He looked up like there was a problem. “Yeah? What’s wrong, babe?”

  “Oh no, everything’s great! I was just thinking… I know you are really into safety and all…”

  “Yeah…?”

  “But do you think maybe you could stick it in for just a minute? You know… without anything? I just want to feel you…”

  He paused for a second and nodded, “Yeah, I think we could do that.”

  He knew I hadn’t been with anyone else in over 17 years, there was no problem there. I couldn’t say the same for him, not 100% anyway. But I always felt so safe with him. And, I figured, just by the way he had been so careful with me from the beginning, and was so into being healthy, there was no way he was going to risk bringing anything back to his wife. In my mind, I wanted him to show me that he trusted me like that, and that maybe I could trust him too.

  He brought himself up on top of me again, kissed me on the side of my face and asked me if I was sure I was ready. I could not. fucking. wait, actually.

  “Oh, baby, sooo ready…”

  He slid down just a bit, lifting my legs up against his waist, spreading them just slightly around him, and slowly filled me with his cock. We both let out a huge gasp and he paused. It was undeniable how incredible it felt, so bare, so raw. It was great before, but this was so much better. He slowly eased back out, all the way to his crown, and then with a loud “Ohhhh” surged back into me, again having to stop and steady himself.

  “Oh my God, Matt,” I whimpered. I was nearly breathless already. “I want to feel every inch of you.”

  “Oh God… oh this is soooo much better, babe,” he agreed.

  He carefully started to move again, very timidly, the intense pleasure evident on his face. I thought he was just quiet in general, especially compared to me. But now his eyes were nearly rolling back in his head and he was moaning loudly right alongside me with every thrust. I wrapped my legs tightly around him and our bodies continued to rock back and forth in unison. I had only intended to try it just for a minute or two, but it was clear there was no going back now. And neither of us would make it very long. I was already spiraling out of control.

  I murmured, “Oh God, baby, I love the way you fuck me…”

  I felt him push harder and he replied, “And I love it when you talk to me like that,” adding, “but I can’t hold off much longer, Mal. Not like this…”

  “Oh, please don’t stop! This feels so good!”

  “I know, babe, but we have to…”

  He kept going for a few short minutes. “Ahhh… I better get something…”

  He was right. I knew he was right. God knows I had absolutely zero desire to get pregnant again, ever. And certainly not under these circumstances. Stupid necessary evil.

  We stopped for a minute so he could reach a condom off the nightstand. He stood and rolled it on. In a flash, he grabbed my legs, dragging me down to the edge of the bed. He lifted them there, and holding me under my knees, quickly entered me again. This time, skipping the formalities and slow build up, he just fucked me. Hard, fast, and properly. Normally I preferred a slightly slower pace, but the desperate look in his eyes and urgency with which he needed to thrust served me well, and I soon found myself spinning into an intense climax. He immediately followed within seconds, his body glistening with sweat again and knees buckling against the bed, as he cried out an exuberant, “YEEEEEEEES!”

  He crawled up beside me on the bed, wrapping his arms around me, his body physically drained and his skin still burning up as he snuggled against me. I found it fascinating that a man who could get completely soaked with sweat could still smell so damn good. After a few minutes he smiled and gave me a kiss. “That. Was. Awesome.”

  “Yes, it was,” I agreed. “But I am going to be absolutely useless tonight. I’m exhausted, can’t we just lay here forever?”

  “Why are you so tired? I did all the work!” he laughed.

  “I bet your legs are going to be on fire later,” I said, running my fingers through his hair, and kissing his lips softly.

  “I know. You really should be more careful with me,” he teased.

  As I continued playing with his hair, I realized the afternoon would soon be over.

  “You aren’t coming with us later, huh?” I asked sadly.

  “No, sweetie, you know I would love to, but I can’t. I’ve gotta get home after Lobby. There’s just no way to explain what I’d be doing out with four women on a Friday night.”

  “No, I know. I understand. I figured you wouldn’t be able to,” I sighed. “But if you come to Miami with us, you won’t have to explain…”

  “That’s very true. Sounds like a plan we could work on,” he suggested as he brushed his lips across mine.

  “What time is it, baby?” I asked, grabbing at his arm.

  “It’s about 4:20.”

  “Oh crap, I have to get dressed!”

  “Lobby is right across the street, so you’ve got time,” he said, as we both climbed out of bed to get cleaned up.

  Clearly, he didn’t know what it was like to be a woman. I had to rinse off, re-do my hair, and probably my entire face now. I needed to figure out what I was wearing. Did I need to wear the same thing that I was going to wear to dinner now? What about dancing? And most importantly, what shoes!? I only brought four pairs.

  He looked down at the floor of the closet in horror as I was running through everything I had to do. “Wait… how many nights are you here for again!?”

  “Just the one.”

  “Mallory!” he scolded loudly, “You need an intervention, honey. Overpackers Anonymous!”

  “Hey, it’s Brooke’s fault. She wouldn’t tell me exactly where we were going to go tonight!”

  He just shook his head at me.

  “Don’t hate, Matt.”

  I put on some Justin Timberlake while we both got cleaned up. He came around the corner just as I was singing and dancing around to “LoveStoned” after changing into yet another pair of new underwear. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his eyebrows fly up and a big smile spread across his face. He had his jeans on but no shirt yet. My God, that man could rock a pair of jeans. I had to reach out and grab a big chunk of his ass every time I went by him, which was purposely more often than necessary.

  His phone started buzzing, and he came around the corner and said, “Sweetie, I have to run by the office for a quick sec. They need me to sign some papers before the end of the day and there’s no one else there that can do it.”

  “Oh, come on, do you have to?” I whined.

  “Well, yeah. I also realized I forgot to bring your birthday gift so I’ll grab that too,” he said, pulling on his blue polo shirt.

  “Good God, you look hot,” I said, running my hands across the top of his shirt. “All right, but you’ll have to give me a goodbye kiss now because there will be people around later…”

  “I figured I’d come by in the morning for a few minutes to say goodbye. You don’t check out until noon, right?”

  “OH! Awesome! Okay, yeah.” I hadn’t even considered being able to see him on Saturday too.

  “Oka
y, keep your phone on,” he instructed. “I’ll meet you over in the parking deck at 5:00. You literally go right out here, take the first left, and head straight across the street and it’s right there.”

  “Okay, I’ll see you over there in a bit.”

  I gave him a big long kiss anyway, just in case.

  Chapter Eight

  I texted Brooke to make sure there would be time for me to come back to the hotel and change between drinks and dinner. She said definitely, since she was planning on going home to get ready anyway, and dinner wasn’t going to be until at least eight p.m. She added that it should just be Matt and us and possibly Molly. Everyone else was out of town or already had plans. I threw on a black tank top and white denim skirt with black wedge sandals and texted him that I was heading over.

  Once I crossed the street I found the place just fine, but I couldn’t figure out which of the two decks I was supposed to park in, and it was starting to rain. I called to ask Matt and just as he answered, I spotted his silver BMW driving in. I turned to follow him. We parked beside each other. As he got out of the car he very quickly said, “Here, here… take this,” and threw an envelope at me.

  I glared at him like, “What the hell, Matt?” and he explained, “Your birthday present! Quick, put it in the car!”

  “Oh, okay, gotcha!” How romantic, I thought, being beaned upside the head by a birthday card. I locked it up in my car and he gave a good look around the deck before grabbing an umbrella and standing in front of me.

  “Hey, Mal. Good to see you again,” he joked. “How was your trip down?”

  “Really uneventful,” I said, cutting my eyes at him sarcastically.

  He noticed my blue bra strap peeking out from under my tank top and whispered, “Periwinkle, huh? I like it, very sexy,” and pushed it back into place. He placed his arm firmly around my back as we walked out into the rain.

  Once outside, the rain became much heavier. He pulled me in very close to him, shielding me under his arms and the umbrella. Of course, I found this very chivalrous of him. Those sweet little touches made me love him so much. If anyone would have seen us, there would have been no mistaking that we were a couple. Especially as he started nuzzling my ear, whispering how gorgeous I looked and how crazy hot the afternoon had been. “That second time? That was just incredible. I can’t stop thinking about it,” he gushed. “Thinking about you…”