Hello Gorgeous

by Sherry J. Cook

  Sure enough, as I had expected, he never did reply to the friend request. So I would have to confront him in person, rake him over the coals for not sharing that tidbit of important information with me back in June, if not in July at least, when we first starting seeing each other.

  Monday was going to be a long day, waiting to chat with him on line, if I did!

  What was his motive, why was he on a dating site, why was he a cheater, had she given him reason, to not be the husband he should be? The story would be known soon for he had no reason to lie anymore.

  Which one of us would be the first one to open the topic of conversation? It would be interesting to see what happened.

  We finally said our good mornings on the chat site, neither of us mentioning the Facebook friend request. I had decided to hold my tongue and let him be the one to bring up the subject of the wife!

  My thoughts went back to the first time we had shared our bodies together and the message I had sent him the next day, how foolish I must have seemed to him when he read that message.

  “Wow, what a wonderful most delightful surprise, you showing up today! How sweet and special that was for me. I’m not sure what it is about you but you are the most mysterious man I have ever met, but what a beautiful, inspiring, fantastic man as well, I have encountered. I mean that with all my being. I can’t pin point what it is exactly but you have me hooked, lock stock and barrel. I must warn you I can fall in love quite easily so don’t let that happen with you because I would lose you, you are two perfect and I have already shared way to much with you too fast. I want to experience everything you have to offer a woman from the smallest to the most wonderful thing you can muster. I want you to be mine, and need no one else but me. You have piercing eyes, which can see inside my soul, a cute kissable smile that is irresistible, and the added maturity of that fabulous beard and those locks of soft graying curls for my hands to run through each time we are together. There is nothing I don’t like about you, I want you just the way you are! I want to bathe with you, swim nude with you in the ocean, and fly away with you to some exotic location for a day. Hold you tight while sleeping, not waking from this dream, the best dream I have ever had. You have seen me at my worst, and your desires to take me in your arms never faltered no matter how I looked. I cannot wait to know you; all there is to know about you, your life, your work, your family, and your pets. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow, the next day and the day after that, every day for the rest of my life if possible. I know being so honest up front may not be the right thing to do but I am hoping that one day we can walk together in the moonlight and make love on the beach, or walk in the rain, kissing as we walk hand and hand as the heavens pour the sweet drops of love upon our bodies. I feel like I am hanging from the highest star and never want to let go I am so into you, please don’t let this end I want to be yours forever. Be mine as well?”

  Now I wonder how hard he laughed when he read that message. I had opened my heart to him completely, unconditionally. He must have howled.

  If my memory served me well his reply was something like this.

  “I want to taste you again, feel you in my arms, caress you, taste your undeniable beauty, that so unexpected and completely exciting beauty, you are so gorgeous you have no idea just how gorgeous, you really are.”

  When he wrote words, or spoke them to me in person, I melted; he knew how to make me turn to putty.

  Had he written or spoken to his wife like this? I could only imagine he had. He was good with words, swift, and charming, he knew how to be a gentleman, a player.

  He had made my days, my nights, my lunches, he always told me he wanted more of me as much as he could get. He loved my pussy and had no problems asking for more when he felt the desire to have me. Had he done the same with her?

  We chatted on line just briefly with no reference to the Facebook request or the subject of a wife. I just never felt right about mentioning it yet and he had completely evaded the subject as well. I made excuses to get off line faster than normal; I needed to think how this was going to work out for me, him, for us, for his wife. It all spelled disaster anyway I read it, it was destined to be a full out disaster.

  Chapter 21

  Tuesday rolled around and still no mention of the request, or the wife. He was avoiding the subject like the plaque and I wasn’t going to bring it up either, not just yet. I felt he should be the one to make it happen since he was the one who had lied, had deceived me, again. Why was it always, that men felt the need to use you for sex, deceive you with lavish words, gifts, dates, and then tell you it was all a lie?

  He had messaged me at some point during the evening on Monday but I hadn’t seen it.

  “I want you again; you make me get so rock hard in your hands.”

  “I am going to be gone for a couple of weeks soon and want to be with you as much as possible before I go.”

  “Please reply when you can. God you are sooo sooo gorgeous!”

  Where was he going, when? I was afraid to ask. It didn’t matter I was going to lose him anyhow it would all end in time most likely sooner than later.

  He was trying way too hard to get my attention, for the first message he wrote me on Tuesday read;

  “I’d love to have someone suckle your clitoris as I tongued your rim… and together we fingered you, and then finally mounting you and feeling the delicate small fold inside you with my cock. Did you know you had a fold inside? You have such an amazing pussy… amazing.”

  “I know two tongues would work perfectly on you… or you laying on your back and each of us suckling a nipple, as together we fingered you… and while you reached between our thighs and fondled our cocks. As we knelt on either side of you…”

  The visual of that almost made me laugh, he was trying way too hard to make me succumbed to his wants, but I wasn’t ready to give in. I wanted an explanation I wanted the truth!

  “You make me want to just ram my hard dick into that gorgeous mouth of yours.”

  “Me spurting on your face,” “I’d love to fuck your ass while you have a vibrator in your pussy and feel the sensation filtering through to my dick, would you like that?”

  I finally gave in, he was making me wet, sloppy, and very horny.

  “Yes that all would be so awesome, and fun, but my vibrator is broken so if you want that you will have to go buy me a new one!”

  “I am so into you Connery, you just have no idea how much”

  “Are you as into me, as I am into you? “I asked him.

  “Yes can’t you tell?”

  “I just needed some confirmation that’s all, after all I am still trying to reclaim my confidence from the past and now some new stuff is bothering me.”

  “Damn faggots!” Your X didn’t know what a luxurious gift you are but I do and you can show me how wonderful you are with putting that lovely mouth on my hard dick today for me.”

  “I can’t do anything more than just love you Connery, you are just pure sweetness to me.”

  “Yeah well, I want my tongue in your sweet ass… and my finger in your sweet pussy, and my cock is hungry for both so when can I come see you today?”

  “You are hopeless, Connery.”

  “I have to see you before I go so can I “cum” at lunch today?”

  “Alright same time same place, but for now I need to go I will see you at lunch, you know the routine, come in, close and lock the door behind you.” “See you in a bit.”

  So I readied myself for his visit and thought about how it would be now. He had to know I knew he was married but still neither of us had mentioned it not even once.

  Lunch time arrived and he did as I requested, let himself in and made his way to the bedroom, but I was in the kitchen, this time so he had to look for me. He kissed me and looked around and made small talk about how clean and neat eve
rything was.

  Then he held me tight with his arms and slowly we moved to the bedroom. As we began to undress for the usual lunchtime ritual I noticed his hand, he had worn his wedding ring.

  I waited to say anything until we were lying in the bed together and then I just couldn’t resist any longer. I had to say it.

  “You’re married?” “Why haven’t you ever told me?” “It wouldn’t have mattered at this point but possibly in the beginning it might had. And why now all of a sudden you choose to wear your ring while having sex with me?”

  My mind was blown, I couldn’t even get into the sex, this was a first.

  “Does the wedding ring bother you he asked?”

  “Yes of course it does, it’s a symbol of your love and devotion to the woman you choose to be your wife, to love and to cherish. Of course it bothers me the fact that we are here together having sex and knowing that your hands that ring have been on me, in me, and as well with her!”

  What was I supposed to feel? Like it didn’t matter that you are married? It had made me uneasy. The ring made me feel like she was there with us… in my bed watching listening, feeling him place his cock inside me, what kind of a man was Connery? Did he have no feelings at all for his wife? I had to know so I ask him.

  “I know you are trying to make this easy for me, but I have been completely honest with you from the very beginning, and now finding out that you have lied to me for all these months hurts. I know that sounds like I might be giving up on us but I’m not, not yet, but why, why didn’t you tell me?”

  He couldn’t answer the question at first then he looked me in the eyes and I believe with all his heart he meant the words he spoke.

  “Why do women all think love is about fidelity? I’ll never get that.”

  “Because commitment doesn’t determine who turns you on, or why and NO ONE can be the most beautiful and alluring person to another forever, it’s not possible.”

  I just laid there listening to him speak. Did every man feel that way?

  Had William felt the same way? Was that why he had found Clark more attractive now than me? My heart was hurting suddenly, my William, my William I so missed him…

  “You have no idea how hard it is to be single and fuck women, and try to remain single! Any woman you fuck wants to get married! Especially if you are good in bed?”

  He rambled on and on… trying to justify his actions.

  I asked him, “Why do you stay with her, do you love her?”

  “I’m not going to give you Camille, a laundry list of reasons why I am with Abby, and yes I love her!” “If I was single and available you would feel differently about me and you would want a lot more from me.”

  “If we were together… couldn’t we be swingers? Couldn’t we date others, even if we were married?”

  My first thought was to disagree, but that wasn’t what came out of my mouth.

  “Maybe, marry me and find out! Leave her and come be mine and see!”

  Did I just say that, I couldn’t believe that came out of my mouth!

  Being with Connery was wonderful, in every way. But I didn’t love him; all I wanted was sex from him, his friendship, some of his time. How had I gotten in this situation, with him? He had charmed me right into his own little world and I loved every bit of it. I felt sorry for Abigail; she would be heartbroken if she ever found out. Find out she would, this was a small island and everyone knew everyone else’s business or had mutual friends, how had she not already known about Connery and I, or his infidelity.

  I never ask him where he was going or for what reason. It just slipped out of my thoughts and the next thing I realized he wasn’t on messenger one day. Where was he? Then I remembered and realized we never discussed it again. I had been so absorbed about the wedding ring and the marriage, that him leaving was not part of my thought process for days after that last hookup. Where could he have gone? I would have to wait until I heard back from him to find out all the details. I did know that he would be gone for about two weeks, he had mentioned that.

  I used Connery’s absence to see more men, spend precious time with Franklin since he had off a few days that first week. I had dates with Patrick, Kyle, Jeff, and TJ during these three weekends that Connery was away. They had all been quite fun. Patrick loved to see his women in ball caps and their flowing hair pulled back into ponytails. My hair was not the good ponytail kind but when with him I had always adorned my head with a cap. Kyle lived in Baytown and it seemed like we always ended up at his little house no matter where we started out at or what our plans were. He was always more comfortable there, besides he drove a fine corvette and it was a sweet ride to be running around town in for all to see. Generally he let the top down so it made it easier for people to notice us. Kyle was a few years older than me but looked great. In the sack he never once could make it happen he’d take Viagra and within minutes he would be hard as stone but with that, came a pounding headache that would put him on his back almost as fast so we never once had intercourse. But what we did have, well it was fulfilling enough!

  Jeff was an older man; nice looking had a great body for a man his age. He was tall, lean, and loved oldie Goldie music, we would always go down to the West End of the beach park and listen to the music for hours as we necked and petted in his little car. Sometimes we would go to his sister’s house for a roll in the hay. He was always afraid she might know he’d been there so we tried to stay away from there unless the urge just was too strong and we were not able to make it back to my house. Jeff fit me better than any man I had been with, we were like to puzzle parts that fit perfectly together. But there was an important part missing, he wouldn’t, and didn’t, and refused to, have oral sex, but he sure didn’t mind me going down on him. So with that said, I knew it wouldn’t last because when I asked him one day in the heat of passion to take me he almost threw up, he turned green said he had never done that, not ever, not even with his wife all those years, well no wonder she ran off with someone else. He’d never done all there was to do with a woman and with some, oral sex was better than penetration. Such a loss!

  TJ or better known as Tommy Jay, he was a troll; he looked like a troll doll and acted like one. We had met on the dating site and he had asked me out. This was during the big Bike Rally here on the island and thousands of bikers roamed the streets. He had a troll doll picture on his profile pictures along with a picture of his mom and dad too, strange I thought. But TJ could make me laugh till I just couldn’t laugh anymore. I figured the date with him would be great fun. We’d go down to the strand watch the bikes and maybe have a drink or two and who knows what else. But it didn’t happen like that at all. When came to pick me up, he immediately said we had to make a trip to the market to purchase limes for he had filled multiple Listerine bottles with Tequila for us to drink so he wouldn’t have to buy us drinks while we were out. WARNING, WARNING, should have been what I saw with bright blinking red lights that stated he was a cheap scape. I never saw or spoke to him again after that night. I finally told him to take me to dinner since he had wasted the entire night driving around trying to locate a parking spot where he felt comfortable that no one would break into his precious pickup truck and steal his ridiculous stereo system. If they could have found it underneath the trash piled up in the seats and floor, it would have been a miracle, if it had happened.

  Two weeks of interesting fun I guess I could call it while Connery was away. Franklin on the other hand, the days spent with him had been spectacular. I had surprised him by driving to his town. I hadn’t ever been to his house so I had to call him to let him know I was there. At first he was a little peeved I think, but got over it quickly. We went to dinner at a local steak house and then on to his house. It was a nice quite place back off the beaten path, clean almost to clean for a man’s home. His TV was in his bedroom so we planted our bodies smack in the middle of the bed
and started watching one of his thousands of movies. One thing led to another and before long we were in knee deep, fucking each other’s brains out, laughing have a grand time together. Being with Franklin was like being with an old friend, someone you were just comfortable with beyond words. He made it easy for me to like being with him. No mysteries, no pretentiousness, no worries, just good fun and great sex. Franklin liked to play and we could play for hours and hours, before he would ever erupt. Like a spent up volcano he would blow out of control when things got so hot he just couldn’t take it anymore.

  Franklin had a large pet bird; a Parrot I believe is what it was. It would talk nasty to me and I knew that it had learned those words from Franklin, but I wondered if he had learned them with other women having been at Franklin’s house. It didn’t matter. I adored Franklin and he knew it. We were not exclusive obviously but he never mentioned ever dating anyone else. Or either he just never felt the need to tell me, if he dated other women or not.

  Chapter 22

  The two weeks had come and gone. I had sent message after message to Connery. He still hadn’t replied. I had never called him but I was worried now, it had been long enough I had to know if he was ok. When would I see him again? So I picked up my cell and dialed his number, afraid now that the wife might answer, if so I would just hang up. I’d pressed star sixty-seven before I dialed so that the number showing would read restricted just in case.

  It rang, he answered, and I was relieved. I ask him where he’d been, told him I was worried. I was sorry about our last day together and I couldn’t wait to be with him again. He began telling me he had been hospitalized for a minor surgery. I was furious why he hadn’t told me that was where he’d be. It never came to mind that he was sick. I guess in reality if he’d told me that was where he’d be I might have come to visit him and that might be difficult to explain to Abigail, so it all made sense. We visited briefly and during our short conversation he had warned me if he just hung up it was because Abby had come into the room. Sure enough not but a few minutes had passed and in mid-sentence he disconnected the call. I knew she had walked in.