Hello Gorgeous

by Sherry J. Cook

  I was confused as to why he had gone back into his shell of sorts; the mysterious Connery was poking his head out again. I had decided to find out for myself what his deal was, see if there was a wife, a girlfriend, heck even a boyfriend, since that was always a consideration when it came to these dating site men. I would never automatically concede that every man was heterosexual again. Even though Connery and I had been seeing each other now for weeks, I still hadn’t gotten a confirmation if he was with someone on permanent terms. I had been with him every day but was dating others too so the curiosity had not been so prevalent as it had been in the beginning, I simply hadn’t cared so much anymore, for if there was another woman, well, I felt sorry for her. For surely I was getting all he had to give sexually, no man could have physically been able to keep this type of pace up with a girlfriend and still have supplied a wife, or whomever, with the sex that most would deem necessary for two people that were in a real relationship. Or could they? I had to know! So I had put together a scheme with one of my closest guy friends to settle this once and for all.

  On occasions I had shared my experiences with my close friend Caleb, regarding Connery. Caleb had mentioned to me that we should set up a sting operation of sorts and see if we could catch Connery and finally find out what this big secret was.

  Caleb and I decided to dress in outlandish clothes and wear wigs and go to the location that we were pretty sure where Connery lived at. We decided we would sit and wait, stake out the area and see if we could find Connery leaving a home or locating his car and seeing if a woman would at any time leave or enter the property. If the house I thought was the right one, it sat just off the corner of the block, just behind the pretty yellow house. But I just wasn’t sure yet if this was the correct one, only time would tell. I had goggled Connery’s name on the computer and it had given a general location but the address hadn’t shown up on the Google so I still wasn’t sure of it, but I knew we were close. I had planned on gluing my eyes to the front doors of the neighboring homes to see if anyone entered or left during the time Caleb and I would be sitting waiting for Connery to arrive or if a woman came or went, hopefully I would know soon.

  I knew Caleb was getting tired I could see it in his eyes. It was taking longer than we had suspected to get prepared for this crazy venture. I hadn’t spoken with Connery late in the afternoon as we usually did, so I wasn’t sure if he would be going somewhere after work or even if he would be leaving on time. Since we hadn’t left Caleb’s house yet I was afraid Connery might have arrived at any one of the homes within the general location, prior to us arriving at the corner. If so, the waiting would do no good unless we decided to wait and see if he retreated from inside for some reason and caught him on his way out. I just wasn’t sure about this idea anymore. What if Connery would see us, or what if we parked directly in front of his home, what would I do if he approached us for some insane reason? My stomach was in knots now.

  A wife or a live in girlfriend, was there one? Had I just become another one of his women, his pets, and a part of his daily routine? I was determined to find out tonight!

  It shouldn’t take too long to make this discovery is what I told Caleb, but time was dragging and we still hadn’t left yet, would we ever be able to leave?

  Was Connery living with a woman or not? I was going insane. The waiting was stressful, and extremely nerve wrecking for me. It was still daylight, barely; the sun was going down fast. I hadn’t wanted to be too obvious with this adventure, so dusk was the perfect time to head out. I was quite nervous about stalking Connery, so before we left for the rendezvous location, we each had a couple drinks, and I needed to loosen up a bit. Finally we left for the destination and after a while the wigs and costumes began to come off, slowly item by item. Caleb had taken a bottle of wine in the car and before too long he became too intoxicated to sit still any longer. I succumbed to the drink and soon realized the plans to catch Connery in his secret were not going to happen tonight. I disrobed of the costume, along with the long, hot blonde wig, and together we left the intersection perch. I drank the night away with Caleb for the most part and forgot about Connery for the time being. Never seeing a sign of him coming or going, nor of the car he drove.

  I was saddened knowing the secrets I so desperately wanted to know wouldn’t be revealed to me tonight. But eventually something would break, he would slip, a sign would show, maybe even someone I had mentioned his name to a few friends to see if any of them could have heard of him, possibly be friends of his as well, for the island was a small place and gossip traveled quickly and everyone knew everyone or was somehow connected to a mutual friend it seemed, so time would tell, this mysterious “Mr. Bond” would be exposed and the truth would be seen for what it was, nothing more to hide behind.

  So I still knew nothing more of Connery than what I had known in the beginning but if Caleb was up for another time, staking out the approximate location of where I was pretty sure Connery lived we would have to make it happen and soon.

  I was growing impatient with Connery, even though he had shared many things with me after just a short period of time, but there was still so much missing in the relationship. We never had gone out to dinner, with the exception of him riding with me to the local Taco House, on a lunch break, where he had loaned me a dollar to pay for my lunch. It had been just that a ride in the car to and from his work nothing more, then a kiss hello and a kiss goodbye when I dropped him back off. He had never taken me out on a date, to the movies, or a concert, we had never left the island or ever mentioned doing so from that very first comment he made to me about wanting to take me away for a weekend.

  Some of my friends had begun to say I was stupid that he had to be married and I was just a woman he was using for sex. I refused to believe this, for when we were together it was like the Fourth of July, fireworks blaring out of control. If by some chance he was married, I could have cared less by this time, I was in this too deep to care. I would fight for his affection regardless of the situation. If I had to act the part of someone he didn’t know when we passed in public or if I had to ignore him in such a way that wasn’t too obvious then so be it. Because I needed him I needed his body, his attention, his inspiration, his sex. He already meant so much to me and I wasn’t about to lose that not yet anyhow.

  The next encounter I had with Connery, I flat out finally ask him if he had a wife.

  “Are you married, you can tell me, it doesn’t matter at all, just tell me”?

  “No nothing like that, really!”

  “Honestly, really all the pieces are there for that to be your secret your mystery the reason we don’t have a normal dating life as most do.”

  “Well is it a girlfriend, or maybe even a boyfriend?”

  “Oh God!!! No, none of that gay stuff!! It freaks me out, and why would any man that could have you, want to be gay?”

  “Camille, you have such a gorgeous, voluptuous, obviously sexy body I could never imagine anyone not wanting to be with you, including me for the moment.”

  “I am definitely not what you want; I am not relationship material, for a variety of reasons.”

  “Who said I wanted you, Connery?”

  “It’s all just about sex, come on now, can’t you tell that yet?”

  “But why don’t you want to be in a serious relationship? There are so many benefits from being with one person.”

  “No I totally disagree; no one should ever have to be monogamous, men and women were not made to be with just one person for a life time”

  “What, that is ridiculous, Connery. A life with one can be a lifetime of joy, fun, fulfillment. Even you were married three times for whatever reason things didn’t work out but you were faithful to the three when you were married to them, right?”

  “I will not answer that, I am not going to discuss the whole reassurance thing and what happened to my marriages that is
past and is of no concern to you as far as I can see it. If this is a matter that you can’t seem to overlook or just get over, then we might as well be done, because for you all I am is a fun distraction at this time, but then, maybe not. If a fun distraction is all you want then we are good but don’t ever try to tie me down it won’t ever happen, I can promise you that.”

  So we had our first misunderstanding, finally, I knew it would happen eventually, it always does, no matter.

  We resolved our differences and went our separate ways. I was somewhat distraught because now, I was afraid he wouldn’t come back to me anymore. I couldn’t bear the thought of losing him at this point.

  I told him that I hated being his little amazing secret that had to be kept hidden away all the time? I was fine with being the “closet girlfriend” but at least let me know why it had to be that way. He had responded with stating, “That just part of the mystery, the way it has to be.”

  Chapter 13

  August was rapidly approaching. I had been seeing Connery, what seemed like a life time now, and I was totally smitten with him. He could do no wrong. The conversations we shared, the ideas we had, the rendezvous’ we planned lying in my bed after making love, were always the highlight of the day. Sex was an awesome time we spent together, but now we could lie together and share so many things it was a comforting feeling. I could lay there for hours listening to him talk about any subject in the world; he seemed to know everything anyone would need to know, about anything. He was a great speaker and had a soft voice, and he knew how to hold my attention when talking. He had grown to trust me, I assumed or had he just tired of me always asking about his life. He had finally opened up and shared many life events with me how he had been with many women in his past, his jobs, his schooling, and his family. I was pleased to learn all the things I could about him. I felt like I knew him inside and out at times, all there was to know, but in reality I knew I would never know the real Connery Jackson he would always be that illusive butterfly.

  Connery had talked about his younger years and how the women would line up to go out with him. He could have his pick of the litter. He had been a star football player in high school and in college. He could have been pro if he would have desired to be but his life had taken a different direction and football took second seat. He had even shown me photographs of him during those years. He had been an extremely good looking young man. I could understand why all the girls lined up to go out with him even in those days. If he was sexually active in his younger years as he was now, my mind could only imagine how many women he could have been with. Had he ever thought to keep count for his own benefit?

  He had talked about how he had become involved with a somewhat older set of friends, both men and women. This group he classified as swingers, couples that traded spouses, or dates at a particular location when they met to have sex. He was what a lot of young men his age considered lucky for lack of no other word, for he could have sex with as many women as he was capable of performing for on any one of these given “date” night events. He had learned from these older women what a woman needed when it came to sex, how to touch them, where to kiss them, when to use more pressure, more force with his body, be more gentle, softer, less intense. This would be the experiences that would make him what he had become today, a worldly man, and extremely knowledgeable when it came to having sex with not just one woman in particular, but with any woman. He had learned by trial and process of elimination, the dos and don’ts of sexual acts. Something most men never in a lifetime had an opportunity to do. He had learned how to be a Gentleman.

  He had learned well, because he knew how to fuck me! He had made me climax eighteen times once. We had counted each and everyone one of them together! My body would convulsive repeatedly as he touched the right spots, kissed me the right way. Once he had sucked my toes one by one on each foot. I never even knew he had never placed his rock hard cock inside me because the toe sucking had been all it took to make me squeal with climatic chirps as he softly sucked each toe one by one, until I was completely spent. I had never had my toes sucked before and it was something I enjoyed more than words could even explain. How many other places on my body could he kiss, suckle, lick, or bite that had never been touched or used as a sexual pleasure, we would have to find out together.

  Even though I adored Connery so much more than any of the other men I had dated and was able to be with him as often as we desired to be together, there still was Franklin, the second man I met and dated since I had gotten on the dating site.

  Franklin could be the marrying type in time, if I could hold on to him long enough, but I still felt the need to date others besides just him and Connery. So I dated all that I could and enjoyed every minute of my time with each man I was with.

  Never realizing the impact Connery would have on my life. Nor how the fact that Franklin’s life and my mine were so parallel. These two, would be the two men that I would share my body with and grow to have undeniable admiration and affection for, but in such different capacities, a capacity I never knew a heart could have. Would they feel the same way about me? Or was it just about sex?

  Connery mentioned to me on one occasion that a three way might be fun. He had asked if I knew of a man that could be a part of our little rendezvous one day. I had told him that Franklin might be interested in playing along but that I would have to ask and then get back with him.

  Franklin and Connery both, together just the thought of that made me have an orgasm. What would that be like? Connery was so awesome when it came to penetration and foreplay and Franklin was fabulous at oral sex. I might pass out with the actions of both going at me at the same time. A literal death by fucking, could that really happen? I could just see the local newspaper headlines “Middle aged woman dies during three way sex!”

  I knew Connery was serious about this inquiry so I made it a point to question Franklin how he felt about things of that nature. Franklin, well let’s just say, he was all for it!

  For me it would be nothing new, for I had been in a three way on several occasions. A few of those times were with William. William’s three ways consisted of me and two men, usually one being William, but not always.

  William had decided after all those years of marriage that he preferred to watch me with other men at times. Yes, at first I was astounded by this announcement, for there had never been an inkling of an idea that he had ever wanted to include anyone else in our sex acts, while we were together. We had very healthy sexual habits for a married couple but in the last few years I had noticed things were changing but I chalked it up as a mid-life crisis, those things men and women both seem to go through.

  After I had been on a short trip out of town alone and so excited to be back home and be with him he had refused to kiss me much less make love to me, in fact he told me he was not even going to stay home with me that night, he was leaving an going to the weekend home, the one I now resided in, alone in Galveston.

  I cried so hard, I had missed him so much and so wanted to be with him, but agreed finally to let him go, not knowing what was going on in his mind but I knew arguing was not going to get me anywhere. He had left me alone so I unpacked, made some dinner and rested for a while then finally went to bed wondering what had I done, what was wrong. No matter what it was I knew William well enough to know he would eventually tell me and I knew it would be something I had done, or not done. That’s just the way it always seemed to go, never anything he did or said, always me.

  The next morning I woke up early and another major event took place, something that wasn’t needed at this time.

  I was notified that my job was playing out in ninety days, this rocked my world. With the emotions of a husband not wanting to be with me after a two week absence and now no job, I felt as if my life was ending and I had no idea why. I decided I needed to call William, tell him about the job, hoping he would answer the phone. I hes
itated at first, wondering if that was the right thing to do, but I needed him now, I needed his shoulder to lean on, to cry on, and besides he should have been there for me anyhow. I dialed the number, he answered immediately, thank goodness for when I heard his voice I lost complete control of myself. I burst into tears and couldn’t stop. He finally was able to tell me that he was almost home that he was less than ten minutes from me and he would be there to take care of me. He tried to reassure me that everything would be alright, but it wasn’t and it wouldn’t be. The income I was bringing home was the income that was paying for the weekend home in Galveston, and all I could think of was how would we pay for it? I knew that we would probably have to sell it, and that literally made me sick to my stomach.

  Shortly William arrived home; he took me in his arms and consoled me like a husband should do. I felt somewhat better, but deep inside I was coming apart. We stood at the entryway and talked, and cried together. Slowly we made our way to the kitchen area where I was finally able to stop the sobbing tears, and relax for a second. I sat on the bench at the dining table and William leaned up against the cabinets. We stared at space silently for a few minutes then I ask him why had he left me why had he just had to leave the very night I had come home, did he not miss me, not want to be with me? I was hurt deeply and I let him know that. He agreed with me that he shouldn’t have gone but then he looked me in the eyes and said, Camille there is something I need to tell you and it’s not going to be easy so please listen without interruption because this is important and I don’t want you to jump to any conclusions, so please hear what I have to say. Of course with this kind of statement that made the hair on my arms stand at attention. My mind was going crazy and my heart was breaking for I could tell in his tone that this was not going to be good, no matter what it was. I immediately thought he had maybe lost his job, or maybe one of the kids had been hurt, or one of our parents had passed, something of this nature, whatever it was he had to tell me. He had my full attention.