Morals

Morals A Workplace Fantasy By Percivall T. Edgewater, II

She lay there, thinking, but trying not to think. Trying not to anticipate too much; not to seem too eager. Still just a bit uncertain that it was even the right thing to be doing, the sex part, not to mention what look would be on his face when he came out and saw her body.

She was naked, completely, just like he told her to be. Per his instructions, she was on her back, head on one pillow, left leg straight, right thigh over left, her hands pressed flat onto the mattress. She imagined he had requested so that because it required her to totally surrender any modesty; a subservient attitude that she was unaccustomed to.

He opened the bathroom door and she looked at him over the foot of the bed. When they’d first met, at a networking group, she’d made the first move. He had sat at a table, alone. She had walked over to him to invite him to join her, likewise sitting alone. He told her that he’d just come from another networking group and was actually thinking about just sitting and listening to the presentation; giving his voice a rest. So she did the talking. She told him about her business ventures and her aspirations; how she’d gotten involved in several projects at the same time and was feeling overwhelmed. Music to his ears!

He once told her that, given the choice between fame and fortune, he’d take the fortune. He was a professional number two man. He liked to work behind the scenes advancing the cause of his employer while they stood in the limelight.

The shades were drawn, but being late afternoon, the room was far from dark. They could see each other clearly, and this bothered her a little. She was over 50 and took care of herself, but like most women, she was insecure about her body, hence the drawn‐shade compromise. He’d have left them open. She wasn’t 25 anymore and she was comfortable with that. He was a couple of years older than her, but looked younger. It was obvious that he worked out.

He wasn’t exactly muscular, but fit. After her ex‐husband, the alcoholic, just the absence of a gut was a vast improvement.

He stood at the foot of the bed, totally naked as well, his penis just starting to become aroused as he took her in.

Obviously he had no modesty problem. Men! Was this his way to break the ice? He touched her foot and his warm hand sent a shock wave up her leg. Her body was responding faster than her mind. She wanted to appear receptive to him, but not as anxious for him as she felt. She was ready for him already, but she knew things would still move slowly.

She knew that’s how he liked it so she wanted it that way, too.

He crawled onto the bed on his left hand and knees, his right hand sliding up her left leg. He stopped at her knees, sitting on his feet. She couldn’t take her eyes off of his now fully‐formed erection; he seemed not to even notice it. He was, very obviously, concentrating totally on her. He gently lifted her right knee and spread her legs. She was on fire!

She lay there breathing heavily; anticipating. He was dragging it out, and she was loving it!

He moved himself up to her hips, running his had up her thigh. His triceps and abs showed great definition when he lifted himself to move. She watched his abs contract as he lifted himself along the bed. Her hands were gripping the sheet; he’d told her not to touch him until instructed. She looked up into his eyes and he was looking at hers. While

gazing deeply into her eyes, he lifted her right hand and formed it around his erection, squeezing her hand. She got the hint and squeezed, hard. He smiled, shifted his gaze and began touching her mound. His fingers played with her hair, traced the inside of her thighs; moving all around the prize, but never entered. She was breathing more rapidly now.

She could already imagine his feel inside her anyway. She was almost to the point of grabbing his hand to force the issue, but she was leaving it up to him…as long as she could. She knew that the sexual tension would add to the moment greatly and she was filled with nothing if not sexual tension.

He moved up further, settling himself beside her chest, all the while maintaining contact with her thighs and groin with his right hand. With his left hand he started gently caressing her right breast, not quite touching her nipple, then slowly, reached across to her left. As his hand left her left breast he caressed her nipple and she moaned involuntarily. As soon as his hand reached the other nipple, his right, middle finger gently entered her, just a bit. She gasped and arched her back. She was a little embarrassed that he would notice how wet she was, but it had been awhile and she was ready.

Susan had been divorced from her alcoholic husband for over 2 years. During that time she had become spiritual, going to bible‐study, worked on her self‐esteem, and began creating businesses. It was her goal to create multiple passive income streams from investments to enable her to concentrate on those projects that really interested her. That’s why she had hired Richard. They had met at a networking meeting right after she had returned from a management‐ mentoring group that had given her the courage to invest in new opportunities. She had even invested in one start‐up at the week‐long seminar. She was an entrepreneur now, loving the starting of the new enterprise, but not so much of an operations person. She knew good ideas when she saw them; she knew what she wanted and how to get it, but the mundanity of running a business didn’t appeal to her. That’s where Richard came in.

She had met him at the local chapter of the mentoring organization. He was a freelance project manager specializing in helping small business owners, like her, actually get their dreams up and running. He networked within that group to meet just such people as Susan. Richard was married, with a vasectomy, and swore that he had been faithful to his wife of 25 years. She was convinced he was a safe partner and allowed him to skip the condom. His was, she believed, a common situation of one spouse that is too tired for a physical relationship. He claimed that they had a good marriage, that he loved his wife very much, but he was a man; he had needs. Susan was very conflicted about conforming her religious views to what was happening with Richard, but she justified it by believing that what happened between Richard and his wife was not her business. That he wasn’t so much cheating on his wife, as taking care of his boss. Yeah, that’s right. She knew, deep down (well, not even all that deeply either), that it was easy to rationalize anything to come up with the desired result. She felt guilty, yet here she was. Richard didn’t seem too bothered by the situation, so why should she be? After all, it was his marriage, not hers.

She could tell Richard wanted her to climax first, and was making it very easy for her to oblige. Between her general anticipation, holding his erection in her hand, and what Richard’s hands were doing, it didn’t take long. She remembered what he had told her before they started about relaxing and allowing herself to do whatever felt right when she climaxed. She gasped, arched her back, moaned, and collapsed.

Richard’s right hand stopped moving, but continued to press on her clitoris until he felt the motion stop. He allowed her body to rest briefly to give her a change to get everything from the climax before the next activity. Then he slowly, deliberately, moved himself between her legs and guided the engorged head of his erection into her vagina. She took a sharp breath as she felt him touch very her sensitive area. He entered her slowly but firmly. A little at a time, pulling back after each thrust to be sure he was adequately lubricated. He was a gentleman to the core and she could hardly stand the anticipation of feeling him fully within her; filling her completely with his hardness. He was a firm believer in both parties benefiting from any interaction. He knew that to be the best way to insure future interactions!

As he entered her, Richard lay his full body onto Susan. She could feel his heat, both from above as well as within. She was in ecstasy. Floating along allowing Richard to orchestrate her satisfaction. He moved her hands to above her head and she left them there, preferring to be a passive partner for now.

Richard gently reached under each of her thighs in turn, raising them up so that her feet were flat on the bed. As he finished each thigh, his hand slid under her buttocks and squeezed gently. He was in control. She was an executive that needed to be in control in business, but in bed she was enjoying the surrender. She felt safe, secure, trusting. Feelings she hadn’t had in many years. She had all but forgotten how it felt to be wanted, much less touched by a man. Richard thrust all the way in and Susan took another sharp breath. It had been a long time, but this was definitely worth the wait! Richard was sliding himself in and out, sucking her breasts in time with his thrusts. He’s hold her nipple in his mouth and suck, hard, when he entered her, releasing the breast as he pulled back, then sucking again so that her nipple rubbed against his top front teeth going in. About the fourth time he did this, she came again, the waves of the climax keeping time with his thrusting. It caught her off guard and she gasped loudly and smiled. She hadn’t believed it could happen again so soon!

Richard gathered her wrists over her head in his left hand and began manipulating her breasts with is right, gently touching his tongue to each nipple in succession, all the time moving gently but firmly in and out. Each pullback almost all the way out. Each thrust all the way in. Filling her, deeply. Then he pulled out and stopped. Everything. She opened her eyes to see him watching her. As soon as she did that, he thrust again and her eyes rolled back into her head. He was thrusting faster now and she could tell that the end was near. She was surprised at how much she was enjoying being restrained, controlled, but the feeling was just too good to care. It was so good to have a man on her, in her, concentrating on her, that all concerns melted away.

Suddenly, Richard reached his free hand under her buttocks, squeezed hard and thrust once, twice, three times, and it was over. He continued to move himself in and out for awhile while his hardness faded away, and then he became still, laying his head on her arm, facing her.

Chapter They lay there for awhile, luxuriating in each other. She thought about how she had gotten to this point; the morality of sleeping with Richard, and oddly, what her children would think if they found out. Mom’s having sex! Ewwww! But she was a mature woman and she still had needs, and she was finding out how much fun it still was to have those needs fulfilled.

Was it now going to be awkward with Richard? Would they still be able to concentrate on business when they were together? She had to admit to herself that she had found it just a bit difficult to concentrate on business while she was watching Richard unravel and reorganize her life on their second meeting anyway.

Susan recalled the first time Richard had touched her, sexually. They had been working together for about 2 months, each from their respective homes, occasionally meeting at restaurants and coffee houses, or on‐site of her investment properties. He had so totally organized her life that she found she had way more time in her day than she ever dreamed possible. He was running interference for her regarding all of the issues that she didn’t want to attend to, allowing her to explore the world of business and do what she was best at. What did he tell her at the initial meeting? “You need to only do the things that only you can do.” Was that ever true! So she was the face of the company. She did the face‐to‐ face meetings, pressed the flesh, and hammered out the deals. Richard, meanwhile, handled the details like paperwork, and confirmation that contracts had been fulfilled per agreement.

They had been sitting on her couch at her house one afternoon, because she didn’t feel like going anywhere, and they both felt that they knew each other well enough by that point that it was “safe” to meet alone. After all, they had met at her house on several occasions previously. Strictly business.

This time was different, though. She was in a mood. One of her divorced friends had recently begun dating. She’d seen the guy and he was hot. Strange though it was to her, she found herself becoming jealous of her friend. She’d been so wrapped up in self‐improvement and business, that she had not had much of a social life. Could it be true, she thought, that it has been almost 2 years since she’d been with a man? She thought back to her last sexual encounter. It had been with her ex‐, right after the divorce. He’d been drinking, no shock there, and she’d had some wine. They needed to meet to exchange some property that each had of the other’s. He seemed to suddenly realize what he was losing, and she realized just how much she missed the touch and attentions of a man. It hadn’t lasted long, and afterwards she regretted it, but she’d gotten it, and him, out of her system. Onward and upward!

So there they were, sitting on the couch, a respectful, professional distance between them. For whatever reason, she was wearing a low‐cut t‐shirt, and no bra. Okay, that had to be her plan all along, she finally realized, but not consciously. Consciously, was just at home, and was dressing comfortably. Maybe she had just forgotten to put on the bra before Richard got there. “Yeah”, she thought. “Let’s go with that.”

Anyway, it had gotten to be late afternoon, and she had decided to have wine. She was home, after all. Richard had accepted some as well, and they were going through the paperwork. At some point in the afternoon, after her first glass of wine, she had been concentrating on something Richard was explaining to her. He was reading and making notes on a paper in his lap. She was staring at him. She suddenly felt very grateful for whatever it was he had just handled for her and she had the overwhelming desire to reward him with a kiss. She leaned towards him, knowing that about 90% of her breasts were exposed to him, and kissed him on the cheek. His instinctive reaction was to flinch and turn toward her. Whereupon he saw her proximity, then he saw her breasts. He made no effort to conceal his glance either. She was adequately endowed, and they were on display.

Nothing was said for almost half a minute, so Susan decided to apologize. “I am so sorry” she gasped, “that was so unprofessional”. “I can’t believe I did that.”

“It’s okay” replied Richard. “I think that there has been a tension hanging between us recently, what with my complaining about my wife and you about the dating pool. Something was bound to happen”.

“So now what?” Susan asked.

“I’m not exactly sure”, replied Richard. The two of them sat for awhile, each examining the situation. Richard’s wife had been in a stressful job for more than a year. They had sex about once a month, as long as he initiated it before she fell asleep. He loved her dearly, but felt neglected. It certainly wasn’t her fault, it was the stress of the job. Richard didn’t hold anything against his wife he was very sensitive to her fatigue, but he wanted to get laid. He turned to Susan and said, “Look, you are a very attractive woman, and I am totally flattered that you’re interested in me. At the risk of insulting you, which you know that I would do anything to avoid, I feel kind of sorry for you that you are not, um physically fulfilled. Believe me, I understand. How about a compromise?” he asked.

“What do you propose” replied Susan, still mortified by her unexpected advance.

Richard took Susan’s hand in his. “Let’s close the shades and turn out the lights. If you’ll trust me, and allow me a bit of freedom, I will do something that you’ll enjoy, and kind of keep us both mostly out of trouble.” Susan was intrigued and agreed. She got up and closed the shades, casting the room in an instant gloom. The lights were not on anyway, so the mood was set.

“Now”, said Richard in a quiet voice. “Here’s what I want you to do, and you have to do this as I instruct, for both our sakes. Okay?”

Susan, still intrigued, and growing both curious and excited, nodded. “Okay”, began Richard. “First of all, if at anytime I do anything that you’re not comfortable with, you let me know immediately and everything stops. Okay?” She nodded.

“Okay, I want you to do is slump down on the couch, so that your head is supported by the back. Place your hands at your sides, palms down. It is very important to what we’re about to do that you keep your hands on the couch. Okay?

Now I want you to think about a man, real or imagined, that you’d like to have sex with. Don’t say anything. I want this to be like a meditation. Take a deep breath and undo your jeans. Don’t take anything off, just unbuckle, unsnap and unzip.” Susan got herself into a comfortable position on the couch, closed her eyes, took two deep breaths, and undid her pants. Then she placed her hands, palms down, on the couch.

Richard moved closer to Susan. She could feel the heat of his proximity. She reminded herself to breathe deeply and slowly. Richard put his lips close to her right ear and whispered, “are you ready?” She nodded, tentatively, secretly hoping Richard couldn’t see her body very well. “I’m going to put my right hand down your pants and make you feel good. Is that okay with you?” Again, Susan nodded. By this time she had totally bought into whatever her administrative assistant was offering and was surrendering to the situation. “Concentrate on the man you want” Richard began, his hand sliding slowly down Susan’s pubic hair. Her hands began to grasp the sofa. “You’re laying on your bed”, Richard continued, his middle finger reaching the entrance to Susan’s vagina and rubbing over the mound, pushed in. “You are totally naked, lying on your back. Your head is on a single pillow, your hands are at your sides, palms down. Your left leg is straight, and your right knee is bent, your right thigh over your left.”

“Your man is in the bathroom, the door is at the foot of the bed. He opens the door, looking directly into your eyes. He, too, is totally naked.” Susan was totally into the story now, to the point of being able to actually feel a bit of a chill from being naked. She could feel her nipples begin to contract from the chill. Richard could see that, too. At this point, their only point of contact was still his right, middle finger, now slowly manipulating her clitoris. He continued, now moving his finger up and down the length of her vagina, she being already sufficiently wet for penetration anyway. “He takes his eyes from yours and starts examining your body, up and down. You can feel the heat of his gaze on you. You are at once aroused and embarrassed. You can feel your body responding already and he hasn’t even touched you yet. He steps out of the bathroom. He reaches out his right hand and caresses your left foot. You can feel his warmth. You can feel an electric current moving up your leg.”

Susan was breathing heavily now. She knew she was wet. Richard’s finger continued manipulating her and her level of excitement grew. “Now he’s crawling onto the bed, coming up your right side. His right hand is moving up your leg. His touch is so hot it feels like he’s burning your skin. He stops, level with our knees. His left hand on your right knee, his right hand on your left shin. He slowly moves your legs apart, lifting your left knee, so both of your feet are flat on the bed, you legs spread, totally exposed. He sits back on his feet, and runs his right hand up the inside of your right thigh.

His had is hot against your skin.”

“As he gets close to the top of your thigh, he takes his hand away, and slides himself up level with your hips, turning himself to face you. His right, middle finger gently probes your vagina, and his warm left hand begins to manipulate your right breast, not touching the nipple, but you really wish he would. He then moves his hand across your chest to your left breast, still not touching the nipple. You can almost feel him touching your now erect nipple anyway. He takes his hand away from your chest and, placing it on the right side of your head, bends his head down and touched the tip of his tongue to your right nipple.”

At that point, Susan came, loudly, gripping the couch with her left hand the top of her head with her right. Richard stopped moving his finger, but kept the pressure on her clitoris until Susan stopped moving and her breathing slowed.

“Holy shit”, she gasped after a moment. Richard pulled out his handkerchief, wiped off his finger, and turned back to his work. Susan lay there for awhile, then realizing what Richard was doing, zipped up her jeans and snapped them closed.

She simply lay on the couch for several minutes reveling in the intensity of the orgasm. “That was wonderful”, she finally said.

“Thank you”, replied Richard, a hand in front and one behind, bowing theatrically.

“No, thank you” she said. “That was totally what I needed. You are awesome”, and she gave Richard a kiss on the cheek.

“Maybe another time we can find out how the story ends” she said later.

“Maybe”, replied Richard.

That was then and this was now. Here she was, lying naked on her back, with Richard, spent, on top of her, still inside her. She knew that one of the reasons that he had wanted to do thing slowly was so neither of them broke a sweat, more a problem for him than her. After all, wouldn’t his wife notice that he smelled like a locker room, or another woman? She was already certain that, barring the discovery of their affair and Richard’s eviction from his home, he had no plans to leave his wife. This was purely physical, for both of them. Well, physical in that it was just sex, but emotional in the release that it resulted in, but nothing emotional as far as a relationship with Richard. Was she a bad person now, a homewrecker? Was this not a 50/50 proposition? Richard wasn’t being forced to do anything he didn’t want to do. It wasn’t like she had given him any reason to believe that his job hinged on his agreeing to sex. As far as she was concerned, Richard was equally at fault in the affair. She wasn’t married, so she could do as she pleased.

Richard got up and wiped himself off with a towel from the bathroom. He hadn’t worn a condom. Since neither of them had slept with anyone but their respective spouses for over 20 years, and she had no reason to doubt Richard’s veracity, and since Richard had had a vasectomy neither of them felt the need for protection. She watched him slip on his boxer briefs. He was in good shape in general, much less for an older man. He obviously worked out, and carried himself as if he had no idea how good he looked. She liked that about him. He was subtle, subdued. A great behind‐the‐scenes player that kept her life and business on‐track. She rolled over to face him. “Now what”, she asked?

“Now we go downstairs and finish work so I can get home by 6 for dinner” came the expected reply.

“How do you feel?” she asked.

“Fine thanks, and you?” came the glib response.

“You know what I mean” she continued. “How do you feel about what just happened?” she asked again.

“Look”, said Richard, sitting back down on the bed. It was all he could do to not touch her naked body, but he knew that things would just start all over again, and then he’d be late getting home, and didn’t want to make up any excuses. “We did what we needed to do. I’m not sure how I feel about that just yet. I’m mean, don’t get me wrong, you’ve got an incredible body, and I thoroughly enjoyed every moment of what just happened, but on the other hand, I’ve just cheated on my wife, and that’s a lot to deal with for me.” Susan nodded and Richard finished dressing and went downstairs.

Susan lay in the moment for awhile longer, and got up, put on a robe, and followed Richard downstairs. He was packing up his laptop and papers when she got there. “I don’t know if I should kiss you good‐bye” she said.

“I don’t think that would be appropriate”, he replied. “I hope you understand”.

“I do”, she said. “It’s okay”.

Chapter The next day, Susan found Richard’s daily update email in her inbox. As soon as she saw the pop‐up with his email address, her mind snapped back to the previous afternoon, and a smile crept over her face as she sipped her morning coffee. A warm feeling began to grow in her groin. “That was really nice”, she mused. “Lord, did I need that, too!”

Her next thought was if she would be able to concentrate on work in Richard’s proximity now. She was hoping that she was sexually satisfied for awhile, and that they could get back to business. She wondered how Richard felt. Was he thinking about her? Was he fantasizing about her? Did she want him to? How would she feel if he wasn’t thinking about her, sexually? Was that insulting? Did Richard really see the physical relationship as part of the job, and how would she feel about it if he did? All of these confusing thoughts and feelings were racing around in her mind. “Oh, God; what have I done?” she wondered. “Did I hire a personal prostitute?” she thought. “I don’t want us to get emotionally involved, do I? Do I want Richard to feel emotions towards me? What if he was all businesslike the next time they met? Did she want that? Would she be hurt? Insulted? “No”, she decided, “that’s exactly what we want.

What happened was just, um, part of his job?” No, wait, that would be demeaning, right? If Richard just did what he did to, for, Susan as part of his employment, how did that make her feel? Cheap? Used? “Wait; who used whom?” she wondered. “If I used him, am I okay with that? Wait, I knew going in (no pun intended, she smiled) that he was married, sort of happily. I never thought we would become anything more…did I? Holy shit! What have I done? How can I face Richard now? What do I want?”

Her eyes began to moisten. She had managed to take a totally wonderful experience and gotten herself so confused about it, she didn’t know how she felt, or what she wanted. “Okay”, she decided, wiping her eyes, “let’s just get down to business and we’ll deal with this later”. Since she and Richard only really saw each other once or twice per week, and both had a lot on their plates, she pushed the issue out of her mind and got on with her day.

Richard, for his part, was more like apprehensive than confused. As far as he was concerned, what happened between them was for their mutual satisfaction. He didn’t want to consider himself a gigolo, or be too cold about “servicing” his boss, but it wasn’t like he was having an affair, either. It was simply a case of, um, “mutual masturbation”. Yeah, he liked that. Each of them was scratching an itch, and they were just helping each other. Each was masturbating the other. Rather than watching or reading porn and a vibrator, etc, they were using each other. It was simply a mechanical thing. Back to business. He prepared the daily update of all the projects and sent it to Susan’s email address. It wasn’t really a strictly, daily occurrence; if there was nothing to update, he didn’t send anything. He worked from his home and she worked from hers. They were physically about twenty miles apart. That was good. He checked his calendar. They had no mutual meetings for this week, so compartmentalize the previous afternoon’s activity and get back to work.

Chapter Richard was preparing for his upcoming meeting with Susan. He had some papers for her to sign, and it had been over a week. It wasn’t like they were avoiding a physical meeting, it was just that they had no real reason to get together, until now.

Richard packed up his computer case and drove to Susan’s house. He had not said anything when Susan suggested just meeting there. After all, they’d met there previously, many times, particularly when there were things for her to sign. It was just more private. Still, he was nervous. He wondered if he should say anything about their previous encounter.

Should he compliment her if she was wearing something nice? “Only”, he decided, “if it’s something I would say to a male colleague.”

Susan, too, was nervous. On the one hand, she didn’t want to spoil the business relationship with Richard. He really was good at his job. On the other hand, what had happened had happened. She, too, felt like they hadn’t had an extramarital affair. They had both just needed sex. They had mutually fulfilled each other’s physical need at that time.

Yeah; that’s her story and she’s stickin’ to it!

“What a load of bullshit”, she thought. She knew that she, and hopefully (maybe?) he, was just rationalizing what had happened. The bottom line, to her formerly ethical mind, was that she had had sex with a married man, that wasn’t married to her! That was not a good thing any way you looked at it. The question is, “what now?” Should she even say something to Richard? Should she just let it be in the past? Gasp! Did Richard think (want?) it was going to happen again? She went back to her previous conflicts about how she felt and how she wanted to feel, juxtaposed against how she wanted him to feel. “How do I want him to feel?” she asked herself. She didn’t have ANY answers, just a lot of questions, and they were running the gamut from moral, to emotional, to physical (it felt REALLY great, after all).

Having reached absolutely no conclusions, she found herself staring out the front window as Richard pulled into the driveway. “Holy shit”, she thought, panicking, “now what? Now, nothing”, she told herself, “business as usual”, she decided. Yeah, sure.

Richard took a deep breath and got out of his car. He had been intentionally focusing his mind on business on the drive.

It took a great deal of effort on his part not to recall Susan’s body and how it responded to his touch, as he drove to the meeting. He felt his pants beginning to get tight and that, fortunately, forced him to re‐focus. This happened several times during the course of the twenty minutes it took him to get to her place. Sometimes requiring more effort than others. “It was really good, after all”, he told himself, smiling, recalling the look of concern, uncertainty, on the face of the “mature” woman, as he walked out of the bathroom. He worked out. He lifted weights. Hell, when he had energy, he could still manage fifteen to twenty minutes of kick‐boxing on his seventy‐five pound bag. He was proud of his mid‐ fifty‐year‐old body. He knew he looked good, and he knew what Susan’s ex‐ looked like from her Facebook pictures.

He’d done his due diligence on her before the first meeting. To Richard, he looked like a red‐neck construction worker with curly hair and a gut. He might have had muscles, it was hard to tell from the photo, but he was way out of shape.

By comparison, Richard knew he looked hot…for a mid‐fifties guy. He also knew, from Susan, that her ex‐ was an alcoholic. That was the main reason that she hadn’t gotten much from him physically, or emotionally in the final years of their marriage.

“What a waste” Richard had thought when she first told him. Granted, Susan wasn’t twenty‐five, but she looked great.

She was about Richard’s height, and had been wearing a v‐neck top that exposed a bit of cleavage, and that ended right at the top of her jeans, so he’d been able to determine that her tummy was reasonably flat, for a fifty‐plus mother of two. He could also tell that she took care of herself; eating right and working out. But he was also aware of the symptoms of alcoholism from personal experience. How it became all‐consuming, to the exclusion of relationships, employment, etc, so he could sort of imagine how the ex‐ had lost interest. However, to Richard it was one of life’s conundrums that he knew several women, in his age group, that wanted sex, either from their husband or in general, and weren’t getting enough, and he knew several others, like his wife, that just weren’t so interested. Granted, if he initiated, his wife was happy to accommodate, but after awhile he could tell that she was ambivalent about it. Okay, sure, she had a demanding job, and yes, she was going through menopause, so he cut her a great deal of slack for both situations, but his wife also kept herself in pretty good shape, and had a great rack!

Unfortunately, most of his “rack recon” as he’d heard it phrased in the military, was watching her get into bed, and either turn over to fall asleep or pull out her book. He guessed if he pushed the issue, he’d get more sex, but he was dissatisfied with her passive interested. Susan wanted sex. Wanted him. “Stop it”, he commanded himself, “you’ve got to keep it as something you did for your employer, like opening a bank account or getting her cleaning. More like a stress‐relieving back rub, than an extramarital affair. Yeah, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it!” he decided.

“Shit”, the thought came rushing back, “I fucked up. Wait; I didn’t really have an ‘affair’. It only happened the one time.

Does that even count?” He knew to Joanie, his wife of twenty‐five years, it would sure as hell “count”. He had no illusions about her response if she ever found out. He’d be the hell out. Then he thought about how his kids would feel.

The disappointment; the anger. “No,” he resolved, “whatever happens going forward, Joanie can never find out.” He’d see to that. If Susan ever brought up the issue, or requested a repeat performance, he’d make it absolutely clear to her that if his wife ever found out about it, there would be dire consequences. He realized that he wasn’t ruling out a repeat performance, he was just being honest, but he had to be sure. Susan might eventually find someone, and he sure as hell planned to spend the rest of his life with Joanie. After all, eventually things would calm down at her company; they’d been through this cycle before, and eventually the whole menopause thing would resolve itself. He was certain that he’d get his wife back, eventually. In the meantime, he had arrived. His reflection had resolved the issue in his pants, favorably!

Chapter Susan opened the door as he approached, “I happened to look out and saw you drive up”, she said by way of greeting.

“Timing is everything”, he replied, smiling and walking past her into the dining room. He thought it would be more efficient to work at the table. It would also preclude any issues on the couch. They conducted the business, going over all of Susan’s various business enterprises and the status or progress for each. He asked her advice as to how to handle some matters, and offered her options on others. She made her decisions, leaving the minutia to him. That was, after all, what he was there for; the details.

After that, Susan outlined some new projects that she’d been thinking about, and Richard asked questions and offered opinions. He made notes about research he felt that he had to do to enable him to offer his opinion regarding the viability and profitability (not all of her projects were for profit; some were philanthropic). Finally, he asked if there was anything else he could do for her at the moment, and that was the shoe that dropped. He felt himself blush, he saw her blush. The both looked down at their hands and waited; neither having any idea how to proceed.

Susan was back to not knowing how Richard felt, and he was back to not knowing himself. For her part, Susan still wasn’t even sure how she wanted him to feel. One the one hand, she naturally wanted him to feel something. After all, he’d been naked on top of her and inside her. Just that memory caused her body to start to respond. On the other hand, the only way she could morally justify it was to treat it like a massage at a spa. Something she’d paid for, right?

The bottom line problem was that the whole thing so conflicted with their morals, but satisfied such a need, that neither had any idea what they wanted the other to feel, much less say.

They sat for awhile, probably less than a minute actually, in an awkward silence. He’d asked the question, so he felt justified in waiting for a response. “Um, nothing that I can think of right now”, she fumbled a response. “Okay, look, we need to talk about this”, she suddenly blurted out.

“Okay, let’s talk” he replied. , and looked into her eyes. Both felt a stirring as they waited for something to be said.

“Um, okay, listen” she began, “I think we can agree that what happened was a, um, pleasant experience, right?”

“Absolutely” he replied, “one hundred percent mutual”.

“Okay, then, I also think that we’re both having issues trying to resolve it in our heads” she continued.

“Look, Susan”, Richard began, “what happened did so because we both wanted it to happen. We can rationalize it any way we want to, but, in my opinion, and I hope you share this with me, we wanted it, we needed it, and as two mature adults, we made an affirmative decision to do it. Neither of us coerced the other. You didn’t order me to do it as part of

my job, and I’m confident that you really don’t want me to feel like you did. Am I right?” he asked. Susan nodded. She was relieved that he felt that way, and equally relieved to find that she wanted him to feel that way. Like he said, rationalize it anyway you want to, but the bottom line was that they had both wanted to have sex. They had both needed it to happen, and neither seemed too upset that it had happened.

“So now what?” she asked. “Where do we go from here?”

“Honestly, I’m not sure” he said, “I feel guilty about cheating on my wife, and let’s just call it what it is, but you and I are both physical people. We need physical, if not the emotional contact. As I said before, I truly adore my wife and have no plans to ever leave her. I know that you are aware of all of that, and I know that I’ve been open and honest with you from the start on that issue.”

“You have, and for what it’s worth, I respect that about you. You are honest and ethical.” She said, the irony of her statement only hitting her after she’d said it. “You know what I mean”, she added.

“I do. I consider myself to be an honest and ethical guy, and I’m having just as much trouble as I think you are with this situation. I know that it conflicts with your values, just like it conflicts with mine, and I’m equally at a loss as to what to do, other than realize what it is. We’re two people that needed sex and helped each other” he said. “I admit to feeling badly about it in many ways, but in other ways, I’m not sorry that it happened, and I don’t think you are either.”

“You’re right”, she answered, “though the wine certainly helped, we obviously both wanted it, needed it, and took advantage of the situation. So now we’re back to square one. What’s next?”

Richard was wearing a white t‐shirt under his snug‐fitting sweater, and his physique did not escape her notice. For her part, she had decided on another scoop‐neck shirt that came almost to her jeans, which fit her snugly, over a bra. She wasn’t sure whether she had dressed consciously or sub‐consciously to get his attention, but it was what it was.

“Wine?” she asked. It was three in the afternoon.

“Sadly, yes”, he replied.

“Sadly?” she asked, getting up to get the wine and seeing him follow her towards the kitchen, stopping at the couch.

“Yeah, ‘cause I’m pretty sure that we’ve just resolved the issue.” She poured two glasses of the fruity, German wine, imagining she could feel his eyes on her ass. She turned and walked back, “and what might that resolution be?” she asked, bending more than she had to in front of Richard to set the wine down. He, very obviously looked down her shirt.

“Nice” he said admiringly.

“I’m getting a sense of how you believe this issue to have been resolved”, she said, sitting right next to him. He took his glass from her and took a sip. “And please let me know if we’re not on the same page here, because it’s critical to this relationship that all things are mutual”, he said.

She took a sizeable swallow of the wine and said, “I think we’re on the same page here” and leaned forward to kiss him.

As their lips touched, both put their glasses on the table. Her hands went to his head, her tongue went into his mouth.

“Steady, girl”, she thought to herself, “we’re not eighteen anymore. Let’s not be too eager. He’s a boy, they’re always ready”. Feeling her tongue in his mouth, Richard put his right hand on her shoulder and eased her shirt over it, taking the bra strap with it. Her breast exposed, his mouth was on it in a heartbeat, his other hand grasping her by the back of the head, firmly. Susan found herself actually pulling his head to her, encouraging him to suck, hard. She could feel the tension growing between them. “I don’t think it’s going to go slowly this time” she told herself, thinking that was okay, too. Encouraged by the pressure on the back of his head, Richard sucked hard, and heard the resultant moan from

Susan. Her breast fully in his mouth, he dropped his hand to her pants and began to open them, his other hand grasping her hair. “She likes me to be in control”, he thought to himself. “He’s taking charge again, awesome”, she thought at the same time. She was hot; she was wet.

Richard’s affection for Susan was growing, literally, in his pants. She reached her left hand down to confirm, and started working on his pants. He got hers open first and slipped his middle finger onto her clitoris, causing her to suddenly lose focus on his pants, her hand freezing in place. Pleased with himself for such a quick and significant response to his finger, he continued down and up, noting how wet she was already. After a second, she regained her focus and dropped her other hand down to get his pants off; in a hurry now. She had to gingerly unfold his inflating erection, but she got him straightened out and squeezed, hard. Richard move his other hand to her opposite shoulder and, trusting to the elasticity of the fabric, yanked it down and attacked her right breast. His mouth dropped onto the waiting nipple and she gasped with pleasure. She was stroking his erection up and down rapidly, in keeping with her own state of arousal, which he could tell was pretty high.

Richard yanked his hand out of her pants, stood up, and pulled her jeans off, then pulled off his shirt. She immediately ripped her own shirt off, almost really tearing it in her haste, and went for his pants, pulling them down and stuffing his cock into her mouth with both hands as if she was starving and this was her first food in a week. This was a happy turn of events; it felt like she was trying to swallow his dick it was so far down her throat and she was sucking strongly, but Richard was determined to retain control. He allowed her to suck for awhile, just adding to his arousal, and lubrication, she seemed to know what she was doing! Then he pulled her gently by the hair and pushed her back into the couch, spreading her legs with his hands and kneeling between them he touched her everywhere between her legs, EXCEPT her vagina. She fell back, throwing her hands over her head, surrendering to him completely, trusting him with her body.

He ran his hands up and down the insides of her thighs. He lifted her legs to get her feet flat on the couch and traced his tongue against the undersides of her knees. She was moaning, writhing, about to explode with anticipation. She was actually pulling on handfuls of her own hair.

“Oh my God!” she thought to herself, “Touch me there, just once, I dare you!” She’d come so strongly she’d scream and crush him with her thighs. But he didn’t touch her, and she was almost in tears from the teasing. He ran his fingers along the outsides of her labia, caressing the insides of her thighs and top of her pubic mound, stroking the hair. He bent down and kissed the inside of each thigh and simply exhaled a deep breath onto her clitoris. Her hips were moving, rotating her pelvis as if he was already inside her and she was trying to rub her clitoris against something to relieve the tension.

Richard took just a moment to guide the engorged head of his penis into her vagina, rubbed it up and down a couple of times and thrust, getting all the way in with the first push, resulting in another gasp from Susan. She arched her back, tilted her head back and pulled her legs back and over his back, squeezing him hard with her thighs. “Oh my God”, she exclaimed, her hands on top of her head, as if trying to keep her brain from exploding upward. “Don’t stop”, she said, because Richard had plunged into her and stopped, keeping a steady pressure on her, but otherwise not moving. She could feel that he was rubbing against her clitoris, just a bit, but mostly he was just all the way inside her. He was hard as a rock and hot. She had rolled her hips to facilitate the deepest penetration, and was now reveling in the results of their mutual effort. She felt as if someone had pushed a heated rod into her vagina, then realized that her entire body was on fire. Richard was actually pushing himself into her, using his toes as leverage against the far arm of the couch.

He had stopped moving to enable him to control himself and prolong the time before climax. It worked.

He put one hand behind her head, the other on her breast and began thrusting. Not quickly, but fully out and in; out and in, gently twisting her nipple in time with his thrusts. At the same time he began sucking her other nipple, dropping his head down and sucking hard as he entered her, grating her nipple over his top teeth as he took it in, causing her to gasp; bringing his head up, still sucking, as he withdrew. She came, loudly, and instinctively, clamped her hands over her

mouth. Richard stopped for a moment to allow her to concentrate on her experience, hoping she’d remember to breathe, then he resumed his pumping while she continued her recovery, eventually placing both hands under her buttocks and thrusting forcefully until he came. She lay there, allowing him to finish, taking everything he was dishing out, passively, allowing her body to be used for his pleasure; she’d already gotten hers, anyway. She could feel his powerful abdominal muscles contracting on top of her; felt her entire body being rocked from his deep, penetrating thrusts, her nipples rubbing against the hair on his chest. Wasn’t friction amazing? Especially as sensitive as her skin was immediately after a climax. For those few precious seconds after, every contact was intensified, almost to the point of discomfort. A few powerful strokes later, he, too, was done. They lay, motionless, luxuriating in each other, cooling off. After a few moments rest, Richard moved his hands from her rump, his left holding up his head, his right on her cheek while he kissed her. “It’s good to have resolution”, he said. She merely smiled and nodded, she couldn’t move.

Richard got up and pulled his handkerchief from his trousers to keep himself from dripping onto the couch, and walked into the guest bath. He wiped himself with a warm, wet cloth, thoroughly to eliminate any telltale odor, and came out to wipe her off as well. The warmth felt good on her bare skin, particularly as he started with the insides of her thighs and worked his way up, eventually laying the warm cloth over her pubic mound and holding it there with his open hand.

It was just erotic enough to cause her body to begin to respond, again, to his touch, which left her just a bit disappointed when he finished and took the cloth back to the bathroom. “Don’t be greedy, now” she told herself, “there’s sure to be plenty more where that came from.” But she pulled her panties and jeans back up, and slipped her shirt over her head.

“Not going anywhere; don’t need the bra”, she decided. “Besides”, she mused, “let’s see how long he takes to recycle”, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. Richard walked back and began to dress.

“Gotta go?” she asked.

“Oh yeah”, he responded. “Any telltale marks?” he asked. “I checked in the mirror for lipstick and didn’t see anything.”

“No, you’re good” she agreed, watching to see if he’d notice her lack of “support” under her shirt.

He did, and said, “you’ve got a nice body for an older gal”, giving her nipple a tweak.

“Back atcha, old man” she replied, smiling, and giving his crotch a pat. He sat for awhile, waiting for his body temperature to get back down to normal, and packed up his paperwork.

“Have a great weekend”, he said as he headed for the door, “I’ll get back to you about the new projects in a couple of days”, he said as he walked out.

“Great, thanks”, she said, shutting the door behind her. “I can’t even believe I came just from him being inside me” she thought to herself, leaning against the door after she shut it. “phew!” She slumped on the couch, turned on the TV, and polished off her wine. Then she finished his. Fifteen minutes later she was asleep.

Richard had no such luxury, he had to drive home. He recalled his days of dating his wife. How they would make love in his apartment then fall asleep. He also remembered how difficult it had been, for both of them, to get up and go back to her place, usually by 3AM, her with her bra in her purse. He recalled getting back to his place and being barely able to get his clothes off before crashing onto his water bed and sleeping until noon. Damn, they’d had great sex back then, he remembered wistfully. Damn! “What happened?” he asked himself. Even when the kids were young, they’d had great sex. In fact, it seemed that their sex life had mostly been affected by Joanie’s work. He reminded himself about how stressful her job was, and again cut her slack. Then he thought about HER rack, and is pants started to get hard again.

“Maybe tonight?” he thought. “This”, he told himself, “was really reassuring. I’ve just had sex with another woman, and the next thing I think about is fucking my wife. I’ve thought she was hot from the first date, and after twenty‐five years,

just looking down her night shirt gets me hard. Someday her libido’s coming back and I will so be there to take advantage”, and home he drove.