When I married Susan, I had known she was bisexual. For most of our marriage it had been exciting and different. I had known that she would occasionally cheat on me with girls, and she had let me cheat whenever I was out of town. We always shared the details with each other, and it usually led to really hot sex. On occasion, we had even cheated with the same girl, which I found to be even hotter.
One such girl was Rene. Rene was a lawyer with a big corporation in Atlanta, and lived across the street from us in one of the endless suburbs. Although Susan had seduced Rene into having a threesome with us once, it had never happened again. Rene and I had both been interested, but Susan had drifted off into another relationship with a couple from downtown.
At first, I thought Susan was going to get into swinging, because she told me some of the stories about having sex with Brad and Terry, but it turned out that Brad was not interested in sharing Terry with another guy. That left me at home with John Junior for quite a few nights. Although I would have loved to have Rene drop over after John Junior went to bed, it never felt right. I always felt like it would be letting my son down, or being disloyal.
When Susan started talking seriously about divorce, it was almost a relief to me. She was moving in with Brad and Terry, and even though I still loved her, I was ready to let her go.
By September, Susan was already moving her stuff out. On a Friday, Susan came over with a small moving van to get the rest of her stuff. I had taken to hiring a baby-sitter on those nights, because I was worried that Susan and I would fight, but it never really came to that. Instead, we were both friendly and a little bit sad, and she spent extra time playing with John Junior. By the time she left, it was nearly 8pm, and I had let the babysitter go home so that Susan and I could put John Junior to bed.
After he went to sleep, Susan kissed me, and then left quietly. Although I had not had a drink in a long time, I poured myself a beer, and sat down with a good book.
Just a few pages in, I heard a soft knock on the door, and got back up to see what it was. I assumed Susan had left something, so I was shocked to see Rene at the door.
Rene had a dark complexion, hinting of what might be Middle-Eastern family on one side of the family. Her hair was naturally dark, with a slight curl that looked like a magazine advertisement for expensive shampoo. Her body hinted of many hours of exercise, because she was tight and toned. Even though she was almost my age, she looked much younger because of good diet, plenty of exercise, and good genetics. Her face was far and away her best feature. She had TV-star good looks, even though she had a small mouth and a "resting bitch face" frown, she smiled easily, and her smile made her look younger. Her eyes were kind of deep-set, and even without makeup her complexion was smooth and tan. In short, she was a fantasy girl, and not the kind of person you would expect to ever be free on a Friday night, much less knocking on her neighbor's door.
"I saw the moving truck, and I was worried about you guys."
"It's OK," I answered. "Susan has been moving out for a long time, this was just the last of it."
"Sorry. Can I come in?"
I realized that I had just been standing there staring at Rene. "Sorry, of course."
I moved out of the way to invite her in, but she hesitated. "I understand if you don't want company right now." She offered.
"No, some company would actually be nice." I said. "Let me get you a beer."
Rene came in, and I noticed again how attractive she was. She had on a relatively short dress, with patterns of light and dark blue, and a simple white shirt with a high coller but no sleeves. "It looks like you are on your way out." I said.
"Yeah, I am going out with a few friends from work." She answered. She was looking at me kind of funny, as if she was trying to decide whether to say something or not. She finally must have decided to bring it out in the open. "Did you know I was moving?"
"No." I answered a little too flatly. It came out sounding like I was upset, so I tried to cover it up by asking the next question in a lighter tone. "Where are you moving to?"
"New York City", she replied. "The company is promoting me, but moving me to HQ."
It took me a few seconds to figure out what that sentence had to do with the other. "Oh, so you were on your way out to celebrate."
"Yeah," she admitted, as if she was sorry for feeling happy while I was clearly not. "But you are invited if you want to join us."
It didn't sound like a real invitation, so I wouldn't have gone anyway. I just smiled. "Thanks, it is really nice of you to invite me. But I am going to hang out with John Junior tonight, have a beer, and read 'The Life of Pi' ."
"I didn't even realize John was upstairs," she said, smiling back.
"She said I can have custody. It really is a pretty friendly divorce. I thought I was going to be pretty torn up, but so far, I am just relieved."
As I was talking, Rene had walked over close to me. I was going to sit on the couch, but she was still standing, so it would have been rude. Also, though, it felt good standing so close to her. I figured out that she was standing because she was going to leave soon, but she didn't seem to be in any hurry. She was drinking her beer slowly, and looking in my eyes to see if I was really doing OK, or just pretending.
I enjoyed looking in her eyes as well, so I stood there and casually drank my beer while we talked about her job, my job, and the advantages of a friendly divorce. During the conversation, she got gradually closer and closer, until I could almost feel the heat coming off her body. Her breasts were smaller than average, but had a good shape and sat pretty high on her chest. Because she was standing way too close to me, and I was about four inches taller, I had a slight view of the smooth curves beneath her shirt.
Her best feature was here eye, though. Dark and expressive, her eyes made her look much younger. Her skin was also clear and smooth, adding to the effect. She wore a simple necklace made of thin dark brass, or possibly gold, with a handful of tiny beads that appeared to be enamel. I wanted to lean over and kiss her, and work my way down to the breasts that seemed to outline and display that necklace.
Rene talked quietly, as if trying not to wake John, even though John could sleep through a thunderstorm. I played along, though, because it gave me an excuse to maintain the "invasion of personal space" distance between us.
Finally, she leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. Not too quickly, but not too slow, either. "I guess I better be going," she said. The kiss was almost electric. It was the first time I had kissed anyone but my wife in many months, and the feel of her soft lips was sensual and sexy.
"Thank you for coming over." I replied. I wanted to thank her for the kiss, too, but I didn't know what to say that wouldn't sound stupid.
She started to leave, but paused, and stepped back toward me, and put her arms loosely on my shoulders, and then tightening a little, drawing her face very close to mine. "Can I come back later?" She asked. Her smile and whispered tone implied that she was about half serious, but I had no idea what "later" meant.
