Max's show got extended. My hot actor boyfriend (as my friend Kelli would say) was halfway across the country performing and he wasn't coming home for at least another month.
In the past when this kind of thing happened, it led to a fight. But not this time. Things have changed for me in the last few months. I started having an affair. With a co-worker. A tall, handsome, married, French co-worker.
What started as an unbelievable, unimaginable act of betrayal became a full-fledged relationship. It's not exactly romance, but it's not just sex either -- it's something in between. It's astonishing that I find myself in this situation. I've never had a 'friends with benefits' arrangement. I've never cheated on anyone in my life. Being half Mexican and raised Catholic, I was brought up with old fashioned values -- lifelong monogamy being one of them. I'm not particularly religious, but monogamy became a value I cherished. It became part of my identity. Only horrible people cheat.
And I was being oh-so horrible with Jean Claude. Our first time together was electric. I was wracked with guilt, but I just couldn't keep myself away from Jean Claude. I've resigned myself, gleefully, to Jean-Claude and to this affair.
So when Max told me that he would be away for even longer, it didn't lead to a fight. In fact, I was genuinely happy for him. While I missed him and was very much looking forward to him coming back into town, waiting an extra few weeks wasn't going to bother me. In fact, it was going to give me more opportunity to see Jean-Claude. I had to admit that I was excited about that.
I didn't realize, however, how much opportunity I would have. Jean-Claude told me his wife and two children would be out of town for some time -- they were going to France for a month and he was going to join them in a couple of weeks. He would have the house to himself. Would I like to come over?
I had invited Jean-Claude over to my place several times -- our first time was at my place, in the bed I share with Max. And while that certainly gave me pause, it didn't stop me from continuing our affair or inviting Jean-Claude over again.
But his place would be different. The house he shares with his wife and children. The bed he shares with his wife. I didn't know how comfortable I was with being in the space he shared with Louise.
As I was debating the pros and cons of spending a few days in my married lover's home, Jean-Claude filled me in on a minor detail -- he wouldn't exactly be alone for the entire two weeks. It turns out that he was hosting an old friend of his. I was perplexed. Did he expect me to come over and spend the night with his friend in the house? How would that work?
And then it dawned on me what he was saying -- his friend knew about us. Jean-Claude had told him. I was shocked. I was hurt. I was livid.
Who else had he told? Jean-Claude repeatedly assured me it was only his friend Luc -- he insisted that he would never want to jeopardize his marriage and that Luc was beyond trustworthy. I didn't believe him.
Our affair was supposed to be our secret -- our own private island of joy where we could find escape and solace. I hadn't told a soul. I felt betrayed -- as if I was a cheap side piece he could brag about to his friends. I didn't speak to him for days.
But Jean-Claude begged and begged for forgiveness and understanding. And after much groveling, I acquiesced. He convinced me that he was telling the truth. But I warned him, that if he told another soul, I would cut his balls off!
That Friday I had dinner with Jean-Claude and Luc. I didn't really want to meet Luc -- to meet someone who knew our secret. But Jean-Claude insisted -- he thought that once I meet Luc, it would put my mind at rest.
I had to admit, meeting Luc did put me at ease. He is exceptionally good natured, and we seemed to have much in common. Like Jean-Claude, Luc works in technology. I have great respect for technical talent. It's a bit of a turn on. And it didn't hurt that, like Jean-Claude, Luc is a tall, handsome Frenchman. I could see how a woman could get lost in his very dark bedroom eyes and charming accent -- which was more pronounced than Jean-Claude's.
None of us mentioned the elephant in the room -- but by the end of our dinner, it didn't seem to matter. We went back to Jean-Claude's house -- my first time there. We sat in the living room, surrounded by pictures of Jean-Claude and Louise and their children. I felt uneasy as I saw pictures of family vacations and happy times. I contemplated leaving.
But Luc and Jean-Claude were having a great time. They are very similar -- smart, well read, joyful guys. I started to feel comfortable again -- even horny. Jean-Claude and I retired to the guest room, while Luc took the master bedroom in the house. As comfortable as I was feeling, I still didn't want to spend the night in Jean-Claude and Louise's bedroom.
As we undressed and I fell into Jean-Claude's arms and felt safe. It had been some time since we made love -- it felt good to hold him. It was late, so we didn't have a marathon session as we often do, but a quick, efficient round of sex that satisfied both of us. We fell asleep quickly and soundly.
I woke up early the next morning. Jean Claude was sound asleep -- his cock looked beautiful resting against his leg -- even soft it was impressively large. I gave it a quick kiss before I got out of bed.
I walked down the hallway, found the bathroom, and washed up a bit before stumbling into the kitchen to get myself a glass of water. I say stumble, because as I walked into the kitchen I saw Luc -- and there was a moment of immediate awkward panic. Neither of us had any clothes on.
I had somehow completely forgot that we didn't have the house to ourselves and didn't bother to leave the bedroom with any clothes on. Neither had Luc. I instinctively tried to cover myself, as we both muttered our effusive apologies. I don't know why I didn't immediately leave, but the situation was so awkward that I froze. I eventually mentioned something about wanting a glass of water.
Luc immediately poured me a glass of water -- as he handed me the glass, I kept my arms over my breasts. Feeling awkward and uncomfortable, I quickly excused myself, but somehow Luc sucked me into a conversation. I initially was far too self-conscious, but Luc has a quiet, humble confidence that put me at ease.
Like Jean-Claude, Luc is a man of the world -- we started talking about travel, something I love to do. Luc has been all over the world apparently -- Africa, India, Japan, South America. He spent a few months in Peru and Costa Rica -- I was fascinated. I wanted to know all about Costa Rica as that's a destination I've always had in mind. I was so distracted by his stories, that I let my guard down -- moving my arms as I engaged in conversation and revealing my breasts.
I had almost forgot I was naked. Feeling the cold air, my nipples started to harden. I had always been somewhat embarrassed by my protruding nipples and large areola -- I always wanted smaller nipples and larger breasts. But I will say, for a nearly 50 year old woman, my breasts are quite lovely.
