by Sean Geist
While my tongue was at work, I ran my fingers through the soft, well-trimmed hair that covered her vagina. With a well-moistened finger, I slow worked her lips open to reveal her sensitive bud. A low moan, almost inaudible, escaped her mouth.
“Is that good?” I asked, continuing to work my fingers through her folds.
“Un-huh,” she said, before letting out a gasp.
I had penetrated her with my finger.
“How about this?” I said.
“How about you shut-up and start eating me.”
I did as commanded. I went to work with my tongue, flicking it against her clit while I continued to fuck her with my fingers. Kelly tasted heavenly, maybe a bit saltier than Robin, but not as tangy as Angie.
I couldn't help but giggle at the rhyme my thoughts had produced. That action must have affected Kelly, because her moans got louder and the walls of her vagina began pulsing around my fingers.
My Asian lover was cumming.
I concentrated on her clit, taking it into my mouth, sucking and licking and sucking. I don't know how long she came, but eventually she had to pull my head away.
“That. Was. Wonderful,” she said, stressing each word. “I need to catch my breath now.”
I stood up and looked down at her. I started licking my fingers.
“You are rather tasty yourself,” I said.
“Mind sharing?” she asked and reached out for my hand.
I pulled it away and bent over to kiss her instead. I meant to take control, but I failed. Kelly ravished my mouth with her tongue, lapping at the residue of her passion that lingered on my lips.
I returned the kiss as best as I could, working my hands up under her teddy to massage her breast. My body was between Kelly's legs, my shaft was rubbing along her sex. It felt so fucking good. I got lost in the pleasure and tried working the tip of my cock into my eager partner.
Kelly mumbled something, never stopping her assault on my mouth.
I reluctantly pulled away.
“Sorry,” I said, “got a little carried away.” I reached for a condom that was sitting on the nightstand.
“Let me help you with that,” Kelly said. She opened the package and rolled the latex sheath over my erection. It was a snug fit. When she finished, she got on all fours, her big beautiful ass proudly pointed toward me. She turned her head to look back at me - a sultry look in her Asian eyes - and said, “ We're both vets, we really should do it doggy style first, don't you think?”
I laughed. “Sex with you is fun.”
“Sex should always be fun,” Kelly said. “Now, get to fucking.”
And get to fucking, I did. I grabbed her hips, lined my sheathed cock up to her wet pussy and thrust. As I moved forward, Kelly pushed back until my balls slapped her mound.
“Oh, that's the spot,” she said, and began moaning with pleasure.
This was it. I was now fucking, really fucking, another woman.
It didn't register at the time, I was too caught up in the heat of the moment, but it did later. Fucking Kelly was – different – than fucking Robin, a different aroma, different technique and there was just more of Kelly to fuck. And the sound she made. Kelly loved to moan and sigh and yelp a bit. She didn't use her words much, but she was vocal, as I continued to piston in and out of her pussy.
Back and forth, in and out, our bodies working in tandem, a well-lubricated machine. After a while I could feel another one of her orgasms approaching, and despite the condom, I was close as well. With a cry, we came, our orgasms colliding, Kelly's pussy contracting around my shaft, my cock pulsing as blasts of semen filled the latex condom.
Whether it was the five-star location, the cheating factor, or my partner’s skills – I don't know – but I could honestly say it was the best damn sex I had ever had.
***
We took a short break. I slipped out into the sitting room and refilled our wine glasses. Kelly joined me. She had removed her teddy and for the first time I was able to look at her bare breast. They were larger than Angie's – maybe D-cups – and excellently proportioned to her body.
I wanted to lick and suck them, but I controlled my impulse. Instead of orally assaulting her tits, I simply handed Kelly her glass and we toasted.
“To new lovers,” I said.
“And friends” Kelly added.
We both drank.
“Do you mind?” I asked, tipping my glass over her breasts.
“You'll make a mess.”
“Yeah. So what?”
Kelly nodded and I poured a little Viognier on her chest, just a splash really. The wine flowed over the slope of her left breast and across her raspberry nipples with just a few drops dripping onto the carpet.
“You look delicious,” I said. Without asking, I began licking the wine off Kelly's breast, starting at the top and working my way toward her nipple.
If I try real hard I can get most of Robin's breast into my mouth; I have a really big mouth. I couldn't do that with Kelly. So I licked and sucked with abandon, paying special attention to her pebbly silver-dollar-sized areolas. Kelly moaned her approval. I was in heaven.
We played around some more that evening. We showered together in a huge glass-enclosed stall that was as big as our guest bathroom at home. She gave me a soapy hand-job. I scrubbed her ass real good and licked her pink rosebud, something I had never done with Robin. Kelly squealed when I did.
Deep down I was kinda glad Robin decided to spend her birthday with Scott, and I felt guilt for that.
We did eventually wear ourselves out. I slept in bed with Kelly - actually slept - until noon. I told her I would take her to the airport, but she said she had other plans.
I looked at her, she looked at me. I opened my mouth to speak, but she just shock her head. If there was any emotional bond forming between us, she nipped it in the bud.
“I had a terrific time,” she said, breaking our silence.
“So did I.”
“Don't get those sad eyes.”
I smiled.
“That's better. I like you, Peter. I really do -”
“But you love your husband.”
“Exactly.”
“I'd love to get together with you again, sometime,” I said.
“That'd be great. You can come visit me and Tom in Seattle. And maybe we can try something, a little more – advanced.” Kelly nodded toward the suitcase she hadn't opened yet.
“Sounds fun,” I said.
“Oh, it is.”
And with a hug and a kiss, we parted.
Chapter 8
It was 106 degrees on the drive home that Sunday afternoon, a mild start to August. Robin called once, I let it go to voice mail. I had a lot of shit to work out before I called her back.
My emotions were still spinning from last night's escapades, my first extra-marital affair. I was tired, my body weary from the sexual exertion, but relaxed, like after a good hard workout. I was happy- giddy like a teenage boy crushing on the cheerleader who agreed to go to the prom with him. At the same time I was jealous, annoyed at whatever engagement held priority for Kelly's attention, and guilty for breaking the taboo about sleeping with another woman, and worse, lying to my wife about it.
But I was also driving away with a new found confidence. I learned I could hold my own with another beautiful and sexually experienced woman, and satisfy her. My ego grew three sizes bigger that weekend.
I had been worried that losing Robin would mean I'd spend the rest of my life alone. Now I knew another relationship wasn't impossible. I still loved my wife and would do most anything to keep her, but something had changed. I just couldn't quite put my finger on it.
When I got home, the first thing I did was pour myself a shot of Johnnie Walker Black over ice. I then sat down in my most comfortable chair and called Robin. She answered on the second ring.
“Hey you,” she said. “I've been trying to get hold of you all day.”
“I know, sorry,” I said. A simple
answer, not really a lie. I did wish I could explain what I had done, but I felt my lie had gone on too long. I just hoped she didn't press for more information, because I promised myself I wouldn't lie again, no matter how it might affect my marriage.
“So, did you have fun on your date?” I could hear the air quotes, in Robin's voice, around the word date.
“Yes. Yes, I did.” The absolute fucking truth. I decided to press it. “You want to know the details?”
“No, not right now,” my wife said.
Good, I thought to myself.
“So, I guess you had a happy birthday. Did Scott treat you right?”
“Oh, it was pretty good. We had some fun. I just wish you could have been here. Nothing would have been better than spending time with my two favorite guys.”
I knew she meant well, and it was kinda sweet, but I couldn't help but feel jealous. She was my wife after all, not his. I would have been fine if we were a couple, a true couple, that enjoyed bringing others into our bedroom to play, not into our hearts.
“We can't always have what we want,” I said, to both Robin and myself. “So, when are you coming back?”
“We fly into Sky Harbor tomorrow evening. Around five, I think.”
“Would you mind if I picked you up tomorrow? It's been like, how many weeks since we've been together?”
“Too many, Peter. I would love to see you as soon as I walk off the plane.”
“I'll meet you at baggage claim,” I said. That was the best place to avoid Kelly flying back out. To Seattle. Where Robin and Scott were arriving from. God, what a mess.
“Okay, we'll see you there,” my wife said, switching back to Robin and Scott mode. I felt a little chill slip into what had seemed a warming to our relationship.
“Are you going to want me to drive you two back up to Camp Verde?”
“Oh, no. Scott is staying in town, he as an early flight out to L.A. Tuesday morning.”
Great, I thought. Scott gets to spend yet another day in a hotel with my wife. I guess they might ask me to join them, but I wasn't up to it – physically or emotionally. There was also the chance Robin might invite her lover to stay at our house. We have a spare room, but she'd probably want him to share our bed. I wasn't really up for that either.
The option that Robin chose turned out to be, embarrassingly enough, one I never thought of. She told me Scott was going to stay at the Marriott near the airport, and Robin would come home with me.
I was thrilled at the prospect of spending some quality time with my wife, without Scott around to complicate things.
So, with the plan set, Robin texted me her itinerary and we said our goodbyes and our I-love-you's like the normal married couple we pretended to be.
I didn't know where our relationship was heading, but I knew sleeping with my wife, alone, in our own bed was a move in the right direction.
***
I showed up at the airport half an hour early, to make sure I didn't miss my wife when she came through the security gates. And, not surprisingly, the plane was delayed 45 minutes due to bad weather out of Sea-Tac. So I spent over an hour watching a steady flow of people come down the escalator, stand around the silvery conveyer belt, and wait for their luggage to be spit out from the bowels of the airport.
Once they collected their bags, they scuttled off to make room for the next batch of travelers.
Then she appeared, and all the images of all the other women in my life disappeared. She looked so inviting, standing at the top of the escalator, like a cold glass of water in the scorching sun. She wore a pair of beige cargo pants, a blue U of A t-shirt – my U of A t-shirt – and a yellow windbreaker tied around her waist. Her short brown hair was tied back in a small pony tail.
She was scanning the hall as the escalator slowly brought her down, a concerned look on her face. When our eyes finally met, I was glad to see an expression of pure joy bloom on her face. The stairs weren't moving fast enough, so she broke free of Scott, who was behind her with his hand on her shoulder, and quickly descended the escalator under her own power.
I moved to meet her at the bottom. And it was a good thing I did because she practically jumped into my arms from three steps up. I caught my wife and swung her around, kissing her fiercely and almost throwing my back out. Robin is not a heavy woman, she weighs about 115 pounds at the most, but I had to quickly set her down. I made a mental note to start a workout routine of my own.
We kissed and hugged like a pair of lovers reunited after one was sent off to war. The reunion lasted about 30 seconds, about as long as it took for Scott to ride down and join us.
“Fancy running into you, Petey,” Scott said as he slapped me on the back.
I didn't like that nickname and I probably would have swung a fist at the cocky S.O.B. if I wasn't holding my wife.
“I really missed you, honey,” Robin softly said into my ear, before pulling away. “You're so funny Scott,” My wife grabbed both our arms and guided us over to the baggage carousel.
This elicited more than a few mumbles of thanks from the people we had been blocking from getting off the escalator. Scott went ahead to collect their luggage and Robin stayed close to me, her arm tucked in mine, her head against my shoulder.
I could feel all the animosity that had been building up in my heart slowly drain away to be replaced by joy, love and just a little bit of guilt.
Robin sat up front with me on the fifteen minute ride over to the hotel. She seemed animated, talking about how much fun she had on her birthday. Scott, on the other hand, was quiet, adding little to the conversation. I could only guess he wasn't too thrilled with the sleeping arrangements.
Too fucking bad.
We decided to have dinner together at the hotel; well, Robin decided and Scott and I reluctantly agreed. While he checked in, my wife and I got a table.
The hotel restaurant, The Red Rim Bistro, was pretty quiet and we got seated almost immediately. Our host, a young man with mocha skin and piercing blue-grey eyes, escorted us to a table near the windows in the back with a beautiful view of the city. He took our drink orders as we sat down. I wanted a simple gin and tonic, Robin had the same. She ordered a vodka martini for Scott.
“So, you're ordering his drinks for him, now,” I said after our host headed to the bar.
“I could do the same for you, if you like.” Robin wasn't taking the bait, and I was glad she didn't. Now wasn't the time to get into an argument. I promised myself I was just going to relax and enjoy the evening.
I reached out across the table and took my wife's hand in mine, looked into her hazel eyes and said “I really missed you this weekend.” I had to push back the little porno running in my head featuring my sexual escapades from Saturday night.
“Yeah, it's probably the first birthday we haven't spent together in like five or six years.”
“Since we've met. I hope you had a good time in Seattle.”
“Yeah, I did. I've got some great pics to show you.”
“I can't wait to see them,” I said and pulled her hand to my lips for a kiss.
“That's so sweet,” a man's voice said. I turned my head to look at Scott. He had gone up to his room and changed. He was now wearing a pair of black jeans and a blue and gold silk, Hawaiian print shirt with about three buttons undone. The dragon tattoo on his chest was just peaking out from behind the cloth. He had an innocent smile on his face. I wanted to say something snarky, but, remembering my promise to myself, I didn't.
“Yes, she is sweet,” I said, giving Robin's hand another peck with my lips. “And it's been a while since we've seen each other.”
“Sorry about that,” Scott said as he sat down. “I've been monopolizing her time, but there's so much work to be done, it just can't be helped.” He sounded sincere.
“I just hope she'll be able to spend more time down in Phoenix after the spa is up and running.” I was looking at Robin as I spoke, waiting for her to say something like “of course,” or “that's t
he plan.” Instead neither Scott nor my wife spoke. They just looked at each other, then at me. I knew something was up, and I was about to say something when the waiter showed up with our drinks.
Scott was pleased when the young Hispanic woman set his martini down in front of him. “You're such a dear,” he said to Robin and leaned over to give her a kiss.
“How do you know I didn't order it?” I asked. We all laughed.
“I figured you'd want a drink as soon as possible,” my wife said. “That flight out was a mess.”
We placed our order; New York strip steak for me, rare, a Caesar salad with grilled shrimp for Robin, grilled tuna for Scott.
After Jennifer, our waitress, left, Robin continued to tell me about how wonderful her trip was. Just more details, some which she had already mentioned. Scott was quiet for most of the conversation.
“The weather was nice over the weekend, sunny mostly, but this morning we woke up to thunderstorms, that's why the flight got delayed.”
“The takeoff was very bumpy,” Scott said, ending his silence. “The worst I've ever experienced.”
My phone buzzed in my pocket and I pushed my seat away from the table to retrieve it. Unfortunately, I bumped into our waitress, causing her to spill one of our dinner salads on my lap. I put down my phone and excused myself to the bathroom to clean up.
When I got back to the table, Scott was nibbling on his salad and Robin was munching on breadsticks.
I sat down and picked up my phone. Kelly had texted me.
-Had a G8 time. Call me.
I put the phone back in my pocket.
“Anyone important?” Robin asked. She reached for another breadstick.
“Just a friend,” I said, not lying.
Robin let it drop, but I noticed Scott giving me a sly look. I shrugged my shoulders.
During dinner we talked more about the Spirit Spa. Renovations were coming along nicely, ahead of schedule, actually. That's why Robin was able to take an extended weekend away.
