The Fundraiser
Ken was making his way up an aisle of canned goods. In search of tomato paste for his family-famous spaghetti and meat sauce, he was lost in his thoughts when he was startled by someone calling his name.
"Ken? Ken!" said a woman in a puffy, blue Canada Goose parka.
Looking up, a smile quickly over-took his look of bewilderment.
"Oh, hey Ellie, how are you?" asked Ken.
"Chilled, but what can you do? It's another cold March. How about yourself? Sorry if I startled you there."
"Yeah, it's staying cold. Looks like there is more snow coming, too. I'm doing good. Just in search of some tomato paste for spaghetti."
Ellie looked into the cart.
"Looks like you have all the fixings for a family feast," she observed.
"Are you looking forward to the parish fundraiser next weekend? I hope you're going to be on the auction block," she said enthusiastically with a wink.
"Ha-ha, yes. I'm making myself available again this year. Hopefully, I can raise more money than last year. I'd like to go for more than Dan Hansen. He's been the big winner two years running!"
Ellie nodded in agreement.
"That's because he's a general contractor. Everyone wants him to fix something their husband can't."
"I'm handy," said Ken. "Maybe I need to do more promotion on my skills."
Ellie gave Ken a scandalous look, "Oh Ken, I bet there are all kinds of skills you have that would interest the other wives."
"Whoa, ha-ha, thanks Ellie, but I'm not sure if you and I are thinking of the same auction benefits!"
Ken and Ellie laughed together for a few seconds. When the laughs died out, Ellie stood quietly, smiling at Ken. The silence continued to grow until the awkwardness prompted Ken to speak up.
Ken cleared his throat and said, "well, I better get my remaining things, and get to cooking supper. I'll see you at the auction."
"Ok," said Ellie, "I'll see you there."
Looking into his eyes, Ellie put her hand on his forearm for a second before she squeezed it and walked away pushing her cart. Ken watched her go for a minute, smiling. He noted the slight hint of her perfume. Was that berries?
Later that evening, Ken looked to relax a little after a great meal. He poured some wine for his wife and himself, and headed into the family room. His wife sat on the sofa scrolling on her phone.
"Here," he offered the glass of wine.
"Thanks," said, Belle, taking the glass from him.
Ken sat in his easy chair in the corner.
"I think that turned out ok," said Ken.
"Mmmm-hmm," responded Belle, still scrolling.
Ken sat quietly for a few minutes enjoying the taste of the wine, and thinking back on the day's activities.
"I ran into Ellie at the grocery store today. She's going to the fundraising auction next weekend. She thinks I can get more money this year than Dan."
Belle looked up. "Oh, really? Why does she think that?"
"She just thinks I have skills that the other wives would be interested in..."
He took a drink of his wine without looking at his wife.
"What kinds of skills was Ellie referring to," asked Belle. She discarded her phone on the table next to the sofa. Ken had her full attention.
"She wasn't specific, and I wouldn't presume to speculate," said Ken, a slight smirk on his face.
Belle put her wine on the coffee table and stood up. She was a beautiful forty-five year old woman with an athletic build. Though she wasn't wearing anything more revealing than comfort clothes, Ken held his breath thinking of her body as she strode across the room to where he sat. They had been high school sweethearts, and even after nineteen years of marriage, she still gave him pause every time she walked towards him.
Belle took Ken's glass from his hand and placed it on the end table next to his chair. Then she sat across his lap wrapping her arms around his neck and shoulders.
Starring into his eyes, she said, "Ken Garrett, are you flirting with other women?"
Ken put a look of fake shock on his face.
"Oh, Belle, you're my dream girl. There isn't another woman who could catch my eye!"
"Is that true?" countered Belle.
"Of course," he responded. "You're the only girl for me," he said leaning in for a kiss.
Belle kept him to a short peck on the lips, pulling her head back.
"That's right. I am your only girl. You need to remember that when Ellie Charleston makes a pass at you at the grocery store. Because if you forget who your girl is, you'll lose this."
She took his hand and placed it on one of her breasts, letting him squeeze it.
"And I won't be playing with this," she said as she squeezed his already hardening penis.
Ken moaned quietly, and pulled her close into a deep kiss. He pushed his tongue into her mouth and Belle reciprocated. Their hands continued to grope and squeeze, and their breathing became shallower, faster breaths.
Belle broke off the kiss, stood up and smiled down at him.
"Are you gonna be a good boy, now," she teased.
"I suppose," said Ken.
"I suppose? Maybe I need to give you a more thorough reminder, later."
"Re-enforcement is never a bad plan," said Ken with a wink.
Ken and Belle's daughter, Tera, came into the room. She eyed her parents suspiciously.
"What's going on in here? Do you two need a chaperone?"
Belle turned around to face her daughter.
"Excuse me, young lady, but I hardly think you're qualified to chaperone. Didn't I catch you and that hockey player guy in here last week after school? You were playing Russian hands and Roman fingers, I believe?"
"Well, doesn't that make me qualified to sus out shenanigans?" asked Tera.
Belle raised an eyebrow, then changed the subject.
"Are the dishes taken care of?" she asked.
"Travis is putting on the dishwasher. Everything else is taken care of."
"Do you have plans tonight? Seeing your hockey player boy, maybe?"
"No, he's off on a road game this weekend. He won't be back until tomorrow afternoon. I was thinking of going to Stacy's for a few hours, though."
While Belle and Tera were speaking, Ken took advantage of the angle, and was surreptitiously stroking Belle's wonderful ass. She put in the hours to keep herself in shape, and still coached figure skating. Her ass was one of her best physical features.
Belle stood still, and made no attempt to remove his hand. She loved his sneaky, playful attention. It was only Tera, but still it made it feel a little risky, and it was turning her on.
"What about Travis? Is he going out tonight?" continued Belle.
"I think he's headed to a movie with some friends, but you need to ask him to be sure. Why all the questions? What are you planning to do that you want us out of the house?"
"What makes you think we want you out of the house?"
Tera turned to leave, but responded over her shoulder, "Oh I don't know, maybe it's the wine, or the dim lights in here, or Dad's hand on your ass..."
Belle looked back at Ken.
Ken shrugged and said, "busted."
Travis did head out to a movie, and Tera left for Stacy's house. By seven-thirty, Ken and Belle were alone at home and finishing their bottle of wine.
Ken was working the cork on a new bottle when Belle came through the kitchen with two big towels.
"Meet me in the tub with my wine?" she said.
"Sure, let me get the plastic cups and I'll be right out."
Ken rummaged in the cupboard and came out with two big, red Solo cups. These cups were just the right size to pour half a bottle of wine into each, reducing the need to bring the bottle out, or having to come back inside for refills.
At the back patio door, Ken noted the pile of Belle's clothes, neatly folded. He knew she was naked in the tub, because that's usually how they enjoyed it. Even when the kids were home, because they had taught them not to be prudes, and that a naked body wasn't something to be ashamed of.
Ken put down the cups and stripped out of his clothes. Unlike Belle, he dropped them in a pile next to hers. He retrieved the cups and went outside.
"Holy shit it's cold!" exclaimed Ken as soon as he exited the house.
The hot tub was near the door, about 15 feet (5m) away, but to Ken it might have been a mile away. Because he had a cup of wine in each hand, he had to go slow to avoid spilling it, or slipping on unseen ice. He was sure his cock and balls were migrating far up into his abdomen, and his feet were already numb.
Making it to the tub, he handed a cup to Belle before tentatively stepping down into the water, careful not to lose his balance. He stepped in and down off the seat and placed his cup in a holder. Then he immediately crouched down in the middle of the tub to warm himself.
"It's a little nippy tonight," said Belle as an almost after-thought.
"No, it's fucking cold," said Ken in reply.
"Oh my God, Ken, you've lived with winter your whole life!"
"That doesn't mean I like it," he replied noting that he could feel the soles of his feet again.
Ken moved over to sit by Belle and look out towards the back of their property. They had a back lawn that ran for seventy feet, or so to a tree line where they often saw deer, rabbit, and foxes. Belle hadn't turned on the back lights, so it was pretty dark on this overcast night. Only the mood lights in the hot tub provided any illumination. It was very private.
Ken put his arm around Belle and she snuggled closer.
"Would you screw Ellie, if you had the chance?"
"Hmm, Ellie, again?" said Ken. "Are you sure you want to talk about this?"
"Sure! It's fun to have fantasies. I'm curious what you think."
Ken was a little apprehensive, but decided to play along.
"Well, she is an attractive woman, but in a different way to you. So maybe, yes. If the circumstances were right."
