For the next week, Christi was insatiable.
We had sex in her bedroom, on every piece of furniture in her living room, her shower, and, after she told me that one of her fantasies was to fuck in a rain storm, I took her out behind her garage and we went at it during a downpour. (I will say this much for Joe, while he may have neglected his wife and kids, he DID have a nice, plush lawn!)
Finally, the night before Joe was due home from his fishing trip, Christi and I lay naked and sweaty in her bed, her head on my chest and a long leg draped across mine.
"Asshole is coming home tomorrow," she sighed, her long hair draped across my stomach, and her fingers tracing along my inner thigh, close to my spent shaft.
"I know," I told her. "When are you picking up the kids?"
"I'm not. He's stopping at my parent's house on the way home, so he can show my dad what he's caught," she replied. "I'm expecting them home late afternoon."
"Ok," I said.
"That means that we can wake up here together, and you can fuck me until I can't walk before I have to back to being the 'good mommy'," she told me, cupping my balls and softly squeezing them.
"That sounds good to me," I replied, turning my head to kiss the top of hers.
"And don't you dare think that this is over!" she added, raising her head and looking at me. "I am in my sexual prime, and you woke up my body. You are NOT just going to leave me with HIM, and a set of batteries!"
"Ok. How do you propose that we continue?" I asked her.
"You know the old saying, 'Where there's a will, there's a way,' and there is A LOT of will!"
"Besides," she added, as she started to stroke my cock back alive while she slowly kissed her way down my stomach, "I've got a lot more fantasies I need to live out."
"That sounds good to me," I sighed.
*********
I awoke the next day the very same way, with Christi's head bobbing up and down on my shaft. We had a final marathon session, and she joked that she needed an ice pack for her swollen pussy as I kissed her good-bye.
After a long nap, I showered and decided to go out for a couple of beers so I wouldn't be around when Joe and their kids got home. After everything that Christi had told me over the last week, I really didn't want to deal with him.
As I was working on what I had decided was going to be my last beer of the day, at least until I had some dinner, Joe walked in the bar and sat next to me.
"I believe you owe me $100," he said, smiling at me.
I turned to look at him with my best poker face, and wanted to smack the shit-eating grin off his mug.
"Don't even try to deny it," he smirked. "I can't remember the last time I've seen Christi this happy."
"Besides, she didn't bother to change the sheets on our bed before I got home. There's cum stains all over the place! You two must have had one hell of a time."
"Why, Joe?" I asked.
"Why what?" he asked, sipping his scotch.
"Why did you want me to sleep with your wife? I don't get it. She said that you haven't touched her in months. What the fuck is going on?"
Still smirking, he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and started paging through the menu. Finally, he turned the screen toward me.
"See that?" he asked, showing me a pic of a naked woman.
"SHE is the reason that I really went fishing this week," he continued. "She's on my crew at work, and she fucked me, my brother, and a work buddy of mine silly all week."
I looked at the pic again, and shook my head. This woman had nothing on Christi. She was fat, acne-filled, and not at all attractive.
"So you would rather fuck this chick than your wife?" I asked. "Why? Explain this to me. How can you push Christi away, over HER?"
"Look," he told me, "I know this chick's a dog compared to my wife, but she's willing to do things that Christi won't even talk about. Christi won't let me take any pictures of her, and this chick even let us video her fucking all three of us at once!"
"She's like a younger version of everything that I wished Christi was!" he explained.
"Ok, have you even tried talking to Christi about what you want?" I asked, thinking that there wasn't anything that she refused to do with me.
"I don't need to," he reasoned. "I know her well enough. Christi's a Saturday-night, light's-off, missionary-position, bedroom-only type of woman. This chick will do anything, anywhere, any time. That's hard to turn down, bro!"
"Ok, first, stop with the 'bro'," I told him. "We're not 'bros.' Second, that response tells me that you've never even tried to talk to your wife about doing some of those things."
"What's your point?" he asked, clearly getting frustrated that I didn't share in his enthusiasm.
"My point is, you've got a beautiful, in-her-sexual-prime woman at home that you won't even talk to, much less touch, and you're fucking THAT instead? I don't get it!"
"Hey!" he replied quickly, raising his voice. "Don't call Karen 'THAT'!"
We sat there in silence for a minute, until he turned back to me.
"I know that Christi's a lot better looking that Karen," he told me, "but it's like that old saying, 'Feed a man Filet Mignon every night, and eventually he's going to want a hamburger once in a while.'"
'Interesting choice of words,' I thought to myself as I looked at him.
"Ok, even if that were true," I replied, "the key words there are 'once in a while.' Not all the time! A sensible man ('One with real taste' I thought to myself) would still have the Filet on a regular basis!"
"Ehh," he responded, waving his hand at me. "I'm telling you, this chick is something special. Christi, at this point, is the same-old-same-old."
I turned slowly to look at Joe, trying my hardest not to hit him as he continued smirking.
"She really got to you, didn't she?" he asked, laughing. "Good for you! Maybe now she'll leave me alone!"
"Let me ask you something," I said. "You said that this 'Karen' works for you?"
"Yeah, she's on my work crew."
"So, you're her boss?"
"Yeah."
"And you're not worried that this may just come back to bite you in the ass at some point?" I asked.
"Not at all," he replied. "That's one of the reasons that I have everything on video tape. Even if she tried to claim harassment, she's on the tape begging for it, and she's also doing my brother!"
'Amazing! This guy's a bigger idiot than I ever gave him credit for!' I thought to myself, as I finished my beer.
"I've got to go," I told him. "Here's your money."
"You know what?" he said, just before finishing his drink. "Keep it. It's worth it to me just having her off my back."
Shaking my head, I dropped the hundred dollars on the bar and walked out. I then drove to a small Mexican restaurant down the street for dinner.
******
Over the next week I beat myself up mentally over the fact that I had slept with a married woman, but then tried to rationalize it with the fact that her husband not only wanted nothing to do with her physically, but also was having an affair of his own.
Part of the problem that I was having was admitting the fact that, deep down inside, I wanted to keep seeing Christi. She was a beautiful, highly sexual woman who deserved to be treated better that her husband was doing.
Finally, I broke down and started talking to some friends of mine, none of whom knew Christi and Joe.
One of my friends, actually an old girlfriend from my 20's, now a Psychologist, said it best.
"While I can't condone what you're doing," she told me, "he put himself in that situation, and you ALL wanted it to happen. The kids are the ones that you have to worry about here. Otherwise, I say go for it."
It was hard to argue with logic like that, I told myself.
Over the next couple of weeks, I saw very little of Joe, but I did see Christi a few times, mostly when we were in our yards.
"I want to see you again," she told me over the fence one day.
"I'd love that," I replied.
"Are you going to Jackie's party next week?" she asked, referring to a neighbor's upcoming birthday.
"I was planning on it," I told her.
"Good. I'll see you then," she smiled, and then turned and walked away.
As I watched her ass sway in her shorts, I wondered just what she had in mind.
*******
Jackie's party was in the back room of a local bar, and she had invited all of the neighbors as well as some family members. The party started early, for the benefit of her family, and was progressing pretty well as the night went on. Christi showed up with her oldest daughter Brittany just as I walked up to the bar for a refill.
As soon as I saw how she was dressed, in the same short skirt she wore when we went shopping, a sheer sleeveless blouse, and dressy sandals, I had a good idea of what she had in mind.
"Hi Kurt!" she said as she saw me. "Are you going to get a drink?"
"I am," I told her. "Would you like something?"
"I would!" she replied, and told me what she wanted. Even though Brittany was always a bit of a stuck-up brat, and rarely even acknowledge my presence, I took her drink order, as well as a couple of others, and went up to the bar.
As soon as I brought the drinks around, Britt took hers and left to talk to some of her friends without so much as a 'thank you.' I sat down with Christi and talked with her for a while, trying very hard not to look to obvious.
A couple of people asked her where Joe was, and she said that he was working the overnight shift. "I would have been here earlier," she said, "but I wanted to wait for my son to come home, so he could watch my little girl."
I knew that all of that was for my benefit, as much as small talk for the others.
Just around midnight, the party started thinning out, and soon Christi and I were the only ones left at our table.
Britt came up to the table, giving me a strange look, and asked Christi if she could take the car to meet some friends at another bar.
"I suppose," Christi told her. "I'm sure Kurt wouldn't mind giving me a ride home."
"Yeah, or you could walk home. It's not like it's THAT far," Britt replied, rolling her eyes and refusing to look at me.
"Really?" I asked. "You'd want your mother to walk home alone, after she's been drinking?"
"Whatever!" she exclaimed, reaching her hand out to her mother for the car keys. "Then you can drive her home!"
"Well, unfortunately, I didn't drive here tonight," I replied. "I have a policy of not drinking and driving. But I will make sure that your mother gets home safely."
"Whatever," she repeated, looking at her mother.
Christi didn't say anything as she handed her daughter her keys, and Britt marched out of the room.
"I'm sorry," Christi said softly. "I honestly don't know what gets into her some times."
