Damn. Damn, damn, damn. How did he find out?
Lynne couldn't imagine any other reason that would he be flying home on short notice saying we had something important to discuss.
Divorce? Does he want a divorce? God damn it.
She shook her head; she should have never had that damn affair.
She walked into the waiting area and looked at the Arrival's screen.
Thirty minutes! Damn, I should have checked before I left home. No! He should have called me.
She plopped down in a seat and said, "Shit!" The man next to her looked over at her with a questioning glance. She ignored him. Her mind was racing, trying to figure out why he was coming home. It kept going back to one thing: her affair with Rick.
Was it the erotic romance novels? Was that the cause?
Her mind focused on the affair, trying to figure out exactly what happened, she went back to the beginning...
Never the flirtatious type, she found herself a blatant flirt when it came to Rick, the personal trainer she used at the gym. And why not, he was five years younger than her. He had a great body, a really great ass, and a smile that made her wet. Besides that, he paid attention to her, not just as a trainer, but also as a man.
She caught herself staring at his crotch many times, particularly when he was spotting her on the bench press. She'd put her hands on the bar, too close together. He'd put his hands on hers to move them to shoulder width and look down at her. She'd smile back at him and glance at his crotch. She remembered the exact time it started. It was on the bench press and she was staring at a partial erection. She looked up at him and opened her mouth while her tongue slowly traced the bottom of her upper lip.
Looking back on it, she felt like a brazen hussy. That gesture was straight out of an erotic novel and the meaning was clear. She, who had never even held a dick in her hand, much less wrapping her lips around one, was signaling that she would give him a blowjob.
By the third set, he had to make an adjustment, partially hiding what was becoming obvious: his erection.
She sat up after that set and leered at him. "I got a treadmill some time ago and I still can't figure out the control panel. Do you think you could stop by one day and show me how to work it?"
He grinned at her, showing even white teeth framed by lips that most women would envy, his sky blue eyes twinkling. "That's why I always have to set it up for you," he said, his smile widening, "you can't do it."
She blushed lightly. "Yeah, absolutely no mechanical ability."
"Sure, I'll come over. Lunchtime today?"
She felt herself gush when he said that, wondering if the bench would be wet under her crotch when she stood up. "That would be great."
She remembered telling him that the treadmill was in the bedroom. The next she knew they were standing next to her bed in a soul devouring embrace, his tongue halfway down her throat. Moments later she felt his hands move to the waistband of her spandex shorts. Seconds later, they were off and she was on the edge of the bed, her legs over his shoulders, his tongue in her cunt, sucking the juice out of her. His lips moved to her clit and she became a heroine in a romance novel, screaming out as she experienced an earth-shattering orgasm.
What happened next was surreal. She didn't remember getting on her knees, but vividly remembered the head of his cock pressing against her lips, demanding entrance. Her lips parted and her tongue lavishly welcomed him inside before, her hands on his ass, she took all of him in her mouth. She remembered thinking that she was acting like a porn queen without even knowing what she was doing. With one hand on his hip, the other reaching between his legs, one finger running down the crack of his ass, stopping to knead his balls, she continued to suck him, devouring his cock, anxious to taste his cum.
Visions of tongues and the undersides of cock-heads danced in her head, as her finger ran up and down his butt-crack, her hand stopping to cup and caress his balls while her lips and tongue imitated the sensual oral talents of her favorite erotic character.
He moaned and his hands went to her hand, firmly holding her as he took over, forcefully fucking her mouth with long deep strokes. She remembered the loud yell, his hands holding her face tight against his groin, his balls on her chin, the surprising hotness of that first long spurt of cum against the back of her throat. His hands fell from her head and she pulled back far enough so that he finished coming on her tongue, savoring it before swallowing.
She shook her head but smiled. It was more than the books; it was she too. Nearing forty was having an effect on her libido. Reading had made her realize what she was missing. Rick just happened to be there at the right time.
The frown returned.
Who knew? Nobody knew, nobody could know!
She knew that wasn't true, the other fitness trainers had to know. She was betting that there weren't any secrets among them.
They probably compared notes, the bastards.
She looked at her watch.
The plane lands in five minutes and I've got guilt written all over my face. God damn it.
Watching the line of passengers, she finally spotted Bruce. Seeing her, he smiled, hurried over and embraced her. "God, I am so happy to see you. You look great."
Not believing what she'd heard, she held him tighter, praying that she was wrong, that he didn't know.
Releasing him, she kissed him and asked, "You check anything?"
"No, just got this carry-on. Let's get out of here."
Driving back, they made small talk, the kids, school, mutual friends. Lynne wondered when he'd mention what brought him home on short notice.
What was he talking about when he said I looked great? Was that about fitness, the gym? God, I hope not.
Right before they arrived home, she asked, "You going to give me a clue why you came home?"
Turning serious he said, "It can wait. We'll talk about it later."
Damn
, she thought.
The kids were all over him when he walked in the door. It was an hour before they let him go.
"I've got some leftover chicken casserole in the kitchen, you want some?"
"Please, I haven't eaten since lunch."
He sat down on the sofa and turned on the TV. His daughter snuggled up next to him. "Daddy, I don't want to move to Washington, I want to stay here."
"Sweetie, we're not moving to Washington. Would you like it better if I moved back home?"
Turning to him, jumping up with her knees on the sofa, throwing her arms around his neck, she said, "Oh, Daddy, do that, please. I don't want to move."
"Okay, but, this is a secret between you and me now. Don't tell anybody, not even your Mother or brother, okay?"
She made a zipping movement across her lips and said, "I never heard a thing."
Lynne walked in with a plateful of casserole and a Dr. Pepper. "What are you two up to, is something going on in here?"
Sonia glanced at her father and said, "Nothing Mother, nothing at all."
