Kevin strolled into
Benny's
, a restaurant/bar that was the site for their usual rendezvous. He quickly surveyed the scene, and found Janine, sitting in the back corner by the bar, at a dimly lit small table, having a drink. A smile came to his lips when upon immediately noticing her attire. She always blew him away with the outfits she wore to meet him; today was no different. She was clad in a purple strapless evening gown so tight it looked like it was painted on her almost too slender frame, lipstick a shade somewhere between that of her dress and her dark red hair, long white gloves which reached to the middle of her bicep, and heels as tall as any he'd ever seen on a supermodel. Damn, that woman knew how to dress to impress! He walked over to her table nonchalantly, looking around to see if anyone was there who might know him, and sat down, back to the rest of the room, facing her.
"Well, hello lover," she said in a voice that would make a phone-sex operator envious. "I was beginning to think you weren't going to show up."
The waitress chose that moment to approach, to ask for his drink order. He ordered a beer, and then watched to make sure she was out of earshot. "What happened," she then continued. "Did the 'little woman' hold you up?"
Kevin turned to look at Janine curiously as his smile faded. Where was this coming from? She actually sounded jealous!
"No," he finally replied. "Not that it's any of your business, but I've been telling her for a few weeks that I had a business trip this weekend."
"You know, she's going to find out about us anyway. Why don't you just tell her about us, and be done with it?"
Now he was annoyed AND perplexed. "Are you stupid?" he said in a low but intense voice. "You know damn good and well that's not happening. Besides, you said you didn't want to..." He saw the mischievous smile creep onto her face, and knew she had played him again. She always got a perverse thrill out of getting him riled up about something.
"Damn you." he said, as she began to laugh.
"Oh, but you're so cute when you're mad." she replied, reaching over and tweaking his cheek. The waitress returned with his beer, and quickly departed to tend another table. He murmured something else, then took a long drink of his beer.
"So you got the evening all planned out?" she asked, then took a sip of her beverage, which he guessed to be a Vodka Collins.
"Not really. Just dinner, here if you want, or we can so elsewhere. Then it's up to you. Movie, maybe?"
She leaned forward over the table after moving her drink aside, so she could speak quieter and still be heard. "Dinner elsewhere, for sure. Then, I think I'd just like to get you back to the hotel and rock your world," she said, quite matter-of-factly.
Now she was turning him on. "Works for me," he replied. "Sounds like you might have something planned," he said inquisitively.
"I got a couple of ideas," she replied provocatively.
They decided on seafood, at a semi-fancy little out of the way spot called Giovanni's, but once they looked at the menu, they both changed their mind to pasta type dishes. Sometimes, he noted, they seemed to have lots of things in common like that; most other times they were worlds apart. But one thing was certain: she had very little in common with Lisa, his wife of five years. So little, in fact, that aside from the obvious good looks, and the fact that she was an exciting person to be with, he wondered what the attraction was. She always, however, reminded him in the bedroom. In there, she was a wild woman: she always wanted to do something new (at least, new to him), unconventional, and sometimes even kinky, whereas Lisa was content to leave that stuff out of their bedroom. While Janine was far more of an active participant in sex, even to the point often times of being almost overly dominant at times, Lisa was more passive, going with "the flow" of things. Janine even at times screamed during orgasm, which was something Lisa would never do. Lisa might quietly moan, but that was just about it. Not that she was frigid, she was just more into "lovemaking"; Janine wanted SEX, and lots of it! Kevin was trapped by his desire to experience both worlds. He loved Lisa unreservedly, but wanted wild sex once in a while, too. He often felt guilty about the triangle he had created, but under the circumstances felt he really wasn't cheating...
Janine had not failed to notice the silence at their table. "You're not much company tonight. Thinking about her again?"
He wondered if he was detecting jealousy, or was she trying to start something again. He decided not to let her get him again. "No, just thinking about what I'm going to do to you later."
"Yeah, right! I know you better than that, lover. Feeling guilty?" She looked at him as though sincerely sympathetic.
He shrugged. "Maybe a little."
"Well, you should, you cheating dog!" she said, grinning her mischievously sexy grin again.
"Screw you," he spat.
"I'm game. But let's finish dinner first. I hate wasting good Veal Parmegiana."
They resumed their eating, and conversed only a little more than they had earlier. But this time, he really was thinking about what they might do after dinner, and he already had the erection to prove it.
"You know, seriously," she said in the car, after another lengthy silence on the way to the hotel which she had insisted on reserving herself, "I don't think you should punish yourself over our continuing affair."
"Oh really?" he said sarcastically, waiting for her to try aggravating him again.
"Yeah. I mean, from what you've told me about Lisa, she seems nice and all, but frankly, she's a bit of a prude, or over-inhibited, or whatever. You need more than 'missionary-style sex'."
He began thinking that maybe she wasn't trying to tick him off again, but was trying to be a friend. Still, she was talking about his beloved wife like she was slack-in-the-sack, and he felt he should defend her. "She's a wonderful wife, and I love her dearly," he said, glancing her way suspiciously. "You don't know her."
"Look, don't get defensive. She sounds great. She just needs to lose some inhibitions, learn how to have sex."
"Our sex life is fine..."
"And yet, here WE are."
By now he was indignant. "What you and I have," he replied matter-of-factly, "is sex. Excellent sex, but still sex. Lisa and I make love, and that is something you couldn't possibly understand."
She touched her fingers to her chest feigning surprise. "Oh, I am SO hurt!" she said sarcastically.
"Mock if you want, but don't you ever wish sometimes that you had someone who loved you, a committed relationship?"
"Seriously?" she asked, to which he nodded. She turned to look out the window, and he thought that he had somehow touched her, deep inside.
"Naaah," she finally said, turning to him with a wicked grin. "I'm too much of a party queen for all that!"
"'Party queen'?" he retorted. "Is that what you consider yourself?"
"Oh, I guess you figure I'm just a whore, is that it?" As he took a breath to answer her, she cut him off with a smirk. "Well, I'm not. You are the only one I've been with since we met. You didn't know that, did you?"
"Well, no, but I'd hoped..."
"I know you did. What you and I have, believe it or not, is special to me. It's not "love", but it's special just the same. I enjoy turning you on, teaching you about what feels good, helping you lose your inhibitions. But when all is said and done, its temporary, and I'm okay with it. Hell, I hope you take some of this and teach it to that goody-two-shoes woman of yours. Just don't you go off looking for another affair when this is over, because if you're not going to be with your wife, I figure I ought to get first shot at you."
He shot her a bewildered look. "Well," she continued, "I have a lot of time invested in you. And no, I don't want a husband, per se. More of a love slave, perhaps."
He rolled his eyes, displaying his disbelief at her flirtation. "And when you and I are no more, what then? Onto a new victim?"
"I don't know," she said, thoughtfully. "I doubt it. I guess I haven't really thought about it. Why?"
"Just curious."