Chapter 16: Charles
I answered the knock on my door and found a very pretty strawberry blonde there.
"Are you Charles?" she asked.
"Yes. What can I do for you?"
"You can come with me. There is something very important I want you to see."
I studied her face and saw anxiety, perhaps some anguish, desperation. Her hands were wringing each other incessantly. I decided to go along.
She drove us to the warehouse where my wife worked and took us in a door I did not know existed. She took us on a catwalk above the floor of the warehouse. She signaled to me to be silent and led me to a corner and urged me to look down. I saw two people fucking.
"That is my husband," she whispered. "Is that your wife?"
I nodded yes. I guess I should have been irate, or devastated, but I was simply embarrassed.
She led me to an office and closed the door.
She said, "They do that every Friday. I wanted to warn you but since the husband of his previous lover refused to believe me I decided to show you in person. What do you intend to do about it?"
"Support you in court as a witness."
"Nothing else?" she asked incredulously. I felt that she had hoped I would have beaten the hell out of her husband.
"Probably not. She trapped me by claiming she was pregnant with my child. By the time I knew otherwise we were comfortable living together. She helped put me through graduate school. I owe her."
"And you don't mind that she fucks around?"
"Yes I do. I find it very embarrassing. But we were pretty much strangers when we wed and I knew that three months after our wedding she was fucking any one that asked."
"So why are you still married to her?"
"Like I said, I owe her."
"How long have you been married?"
"Ironically two years ago today. I take it this is not his first time to stray. Why are you still married?"
"Because I don't have a job. I used to work here as a secretary, in fact this used to be my office, but when we got married he insisted I quit. My work visa and alien resident card are under his control. Changing either would require me to owe him for his cooperation. I depend on him for financial support but as soon as I find a job I will divorce him."
I gave her a sympathetic smile.
"What I don't understand is how he gets all these women when he is actually lousy in bed?"
"I don't know about his other lovers but my wife Lily simply loves having a cock in her even though her only orgasms come from her own fingers. My wife likes the idea of being fucked more than she likes being fucked."
"Do you like watching her get fucked?"
"No."
"You had an erection when we came into this office."
"Yes, well when were we crouching down to spy on them I could see under your skirt. I saw that you are not wearing panties."
"So seeing my pussy gave you a hard-on?"
"Yes."
She suddenly lifted her skirt and sat on the desk. "Fuck me," she said.
I quickly lowered my slacks and entered her pussy.
"Whoa, slow please. Your cock is definitely bigger than his," she said.
As I slowly slid my cock into her I saw her facial expressions go from anger and sweet revenge to shy embarrassment. She was not going to stop me from fucking her but I could see she no longer thought it was that good of an idea.
It never occurred to me to stop.
As soon as I was completely in her I hugged her to me. She needed the hug. In retrospect I needed it too. I tilted her head to kiss her but she seemed reluctant. I kissed her forehead, nose, cheeks and neck. I felt her tremble when I kissed her lips.
I caressed her and continued giving her soft kisses. Her lips began to mold themselves to mine. I began short slow strokes into her pussy. I doubt she felt them at first since she was now concentrating on enjoying the kisses.
Her arms went around me. I increased the length of my strokes although not the speed. Her pussy was now very well lubricated.
"My name is Shirley," she whispered.
I felt her legs wrap themselves around me and I began a gentle fuck. Her first orgasm caught both of us by surprise. I slowed down until her spasms had calmed then fucked her harder. She began a long string of moans that carried cums in them until she gasped and groaned her way through a major orgasm. In the midst of that I filled her pussy with my semen.
We held on to each other for a while. I resumed kissing her. She seemed both surprised and grateful for that so I kissed her some more and continued to do so until my cock slid out of her pussy.
"Oooh," she said with a giggle. "That felt so good."
"Yes it did."
"I needed this and I needed you. This is the first time I have cheated in my marriage but I do not feel guilty at all thanks to you. Had you just fucked me I probably would have hated myself for it in the long run. Instead you made love to me, made me feel special, wanted. I don't feel too bad, for a loser."
"Me neither. I said. "This was also the first time for me to cheat. It is also my best sex in a long time and right now you are definitely special."
We kissed some more before I helped her off the desk. I dressed and we went out. After checking and seeing that our spouses were gone we walked to her car hand in hand. She dropped me off at the corner of my street and I walked home. I was not surprised to find that Lily still wasn't there.
Three weeks later Shirley walked into my house and announced, "They got a hotel room." We were fucking on my couch thirty seconds later and continued to do so for over an hour. After a long afterglow make-out session she left. Both of us were wearing big grins when we kissed goodbye. Both of us were fucked out.
Lily did not come home until nearly midnight. "Problems at the plant," she said.
She was asleep in our bed within minutes. As I watched her I decided I did not want to sleep in the same bed with her anymore and went to our guest room. I slept like a baby.
Lily never questioned why I no longer slept in the same bed with her. She knew I knew she fucked around and likely assumed that I had reached the limit of my tolerance.
We had seldom fucked over the previous months and when we had I had worn condoms. She probably understood that our last fuck had been our last fuck. Lily also understood that being shown the door would follow sooner or later. She began to look for another patsy.
In the meantime Shirley and I cooled our affair a bit, she was trying to make her marriage work she said.
Three months after we began to sleep in separate rooms Lily left. In her note she thanked me for putting up with her and wished me luck in my life. In a separate note to the "Divorce Judge," she stated she would not be returning and would not contest the divorce.
We had always kept our finances separate so I did not have to worry about that end but as I looked through my house I became strangely proud of her. The place was clean and she had not taken anything that did not belong to her.
Had I had the opportunity I would have thanked her for her financial support through school and for all her lessons on how to please a woman in bed. I regretted not being able to take her to where she needed to go but the lessons had paid off with Shirley.
I had thought more than once that if Lily had not been five years older than me our relationship might have worked, but probably not.
Shirley was happy for me and we made love in celebration. Part of her elation was the fact that her husband's principal lover had left town.
Although we did not fuck very often at all we did talk everyday. So her husband would not be suspicious to see my number on his phone bill I bought her a disposable cell phone and loaded it with lots of minutes.
One night she came over in tears. She had threatened to leave her husband and he had laughed at her. He had called her a pathetic loser that should be grateful to have him to support her. She spent the night with me, crying.
The next morning her husband called her and apologized for his words and claimed it was the stress from work. Shirley told me that it took all she had to keep from countering, "Oh. That's right. Your lover left."
She did go home and later claimed to me that he did seem to appreciate her more. Yet he never asked her where she had spent the night. It occurred to us that he had not spent the night at home either.
Soon after that event I got my biggest wish, a meaningful job. I was hired by a law firm to be their CPA.
It was down the coast in a town I had never heard of but after spending a day and night there it took me less than an hour to convince the lawyers that I would love to work for them and already loved the town. Both statements were true and I was sure they saw that. I was hired on the spot.
I gave notice at my accounting firm who seemed to be surprised that I was not happy with the long hours and low pay. I put my house up for sale and took the first offer then bought a new house in a new subdivision in my new hometown.
Shirley was the first to know I was leaving The City and claimed to be happy for me. We made love for hours after I gave her the news. I was going to miss her and she apparently was going to miss me. When I had everything set to go I visited Shirley at her home.
I thanked her for her affection. She was probably as fond of me as I was of her. Well, probably not as much as I was fond of her. She did shed a tear or two but assured me that things were much better and not to worry about her.
Still, I worried about her. I reminded her that she had my cell number and my e-mail address. I wanted her reassurances on a regular basis. We kissed and I drove to my new life in a town called Felicity.
Shirley and I talked on the phone nearly every day and she still claimed she was fine, that her husband was no longer insisting on sex and seemed to be happy enough with her cooking and cleaning.
Four weeks after I moved to Felicity she called me on my cell. She wanted to know if she could crash with me for a couple of days.
