Later that night, just after my shower, I sat in bed with my silky lavender nightgown pulled up around my hips...applying cream to my legs from my toes up to my thighs. Jim was in his office checking email and I knew he would be coming upstairs any minute...and we'd be alone...and he'd wanna talk. I didn't know what I was going to say to him. Of course he didn't suspect a thing about what'd happened between Tom and I, but I was finding it hard to look him in the eye...it wouldn't be long before I'd have explaining to do. Sure, I felt guilty about fucking Tom while I was married to Jim, but on the other hand, I'd had the best sex of my entire life today and I wasn't going to give that up just yet. If I confessed tonight, I knew things would have to end with Tom. Let's face it, I wasn't quite ready for that. I couldn't just give up the best sex ever without experiencing it another time or two...or five...ten if I got real lucky.
As I began rubbing lotion onto my arms, I heard Jim coming up the stairs. He appeared in the doorway to our bedroom, leaned against the frame with a smug look on his face, and said, "Glad I checked my email before bed...I got one from Mr. Parisi."
My heart skipped a beat. "Oh? What'd he want?" I asked nonchalantly.
"Just to tell me what a valuable asset I am to the company and thank me for all my hard work." He then swaggered towards the bed.
"That's nice, dear," I replied, continuing to rub lotion onto myself, inwardly breathing a sigh of relief.
"He also mentioned you," Jim stated as he removed his robe, pulled back the covers, and slipped into bed, naked.
Oh fuck, I thought. "Me?"
"Yeah he said you, too, were an asset to the company, blah blah blah...anyway, he wants to get me a promotion! Can you believe it? I haven't even been there a year yet and already I'll be department head!"
I breathed another sigh of relief and gave another stardard, "That's nice, dear." I set my lotion bottle down on my nightstand, then crawled underneath the covers. I was barely lying flat on my back when Jim mounted me. He rolled his body onto mine and didn't say a word as he fumbled to find his hardening cock. His very average body, his pasty skin, his plain brown hair, his shallow brown eyes...I couldn't help but lay there and notice how average he was, especially compared to Tom. Finally, he slipped his below average, slighly misshapen cock inside me. I closed my eyes so I wouldn't have to connect with him. It felt wrong to be fucking my own husband...or should I say, to get fucked by my own husband since I just laid there.
With his arms holding up his body weight over me and his cock the only part of his body touching mine, Jim began pounding away at my cunt. In, out. In, out. Every now and then, he'd utter, "Ya like that, donchya?" or "I'm fuckin' you good now." My stomach began to lurch.
Finally, to my relief, Jim unloaded his cock inside me and abruptly rolled back over to his side of the bed. "You masturbate today?"
"What??" I asked, looking over at him.
"Did you use that big dildo I bought you or what? You felt really loose."
"Oh, ummm, yeah. I used it in the shower tonight."
"Oh, okay," he said, giving me a quick peck on my lips, then rolling away from me. "G'night honey."
Within minutes, he was snoring. I, then, reached underneath the covers, my hand snaking downward past my belly, between my thighs. I spread my legs wide and shoved a finger inside myself, pulling some of my wetness mixed with Jim's cum upward towards my clit. I used both thumbs to spread my pussy lips wide. I began rubbing in hard, fast circles over my clit with my index finger. It quickly swelled. I'd been left to get myself off like this without Jim's help for over a year now, but at least tonight I had someone very tangible to fantasize about. I thought about Tom, about our encounter in that alleyway and I came within seconds...almost too fast, really. As I rolled my hips upward against my hands, my cum flowed from my body...dripped down my thighs and onto the sheets. I let out a deep sigh as I rolled over and felt my thigh hit the wet spot I'd just made. What had I gotten myself into?
****
The next morning, I met Sara for coffee before work. I'd already gotten my coffee and found a table when she arrived. She nodded to me, got her coffee, then, as she sat down with me, she asked, "Fuck anybody on the way here today?"
"Har-dee-har-har," I laughed begrudgingly, rolling my eyes.
"Seriously, Lore, what're you gonna do?"
"What do you mean?"
"How long are you gonna let this go on? More importantly, when are you leaving Jim?"
"Who said anything about leaving Jim?"
"C'mon, it's overdue. He's so wrong for you. He's a kissass workaholic who you're not even attracted to. Besides, what kinda man gives up on making his own wife cum?"
"Tell me whatchya really think why don't ya!" I laughed. Sara was always so brash...and so right.
"You should go for Tom. You two would be hot together."
"Do I hafta remind you that he's our BOSS?"
"Didn't stop you yesterday afternoon!"
"Yeah, but--" Before I could finish making an excuse for myself, my cell phone rang. "One sec," I told her as I answered it...Jim's cell number had popped up on my screen. "Hi, honey, what's up?"
"Lore, hey, we need to talk."
"Jim, what's going on? Is everything ok?"
"Ummm, yeah, I need to talk to you, though. Dinner tonight ok? At Silvio's?"
"Sounds good. About 6 p.m.?"
"Perfect. See you there."
I snapped my phone closed and Sara immediately asked, "What was that all about?"
"Jim just said he wanted to talk tonight."
"What do you think that's all about? Do you think he knows?"
"About Tom and I? No way. Jim's always such a drama queen. He always takes me to Silvio's when he wants to buy a new car or something."
Sara laughed. "Yeah, you DEFINITELY need a new man. One who'll pay more attention to your clit than to his car."
"Are you done yet? Can we go?"
"Depends."
"On?"
"If you fuck a guy on our way to work this morning, can I watch this time?"
