Thanks again to my editor
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Robyn and Mara met at the hostess podium at Charlie's Lakeside. Happy hour bustled within as Robyn left a work social event early to join Mara. She looked forward to and dreaded her get together with Mara. The last time they'd had a significant conversation was one week ago Friday when Mara, in a fun and friendly way, at least to Mara, extorted Robyn into telling of a weekday assignation with her husband, Ed, while Mara's husband, Paul, listened to them from the adjoining room. Despite the ordeal of telling Mara the tale, it electrified Robyn – reliving the absurdity, the tension, the humor, the sensations, and the overwhelming anxiety, which combined to create the most exciting morning of her life.
Light danced across the lake waters continually agitated by swimmers, motorboats and jet skis as the hostess seated them outside. Each lady wore large dark sunglasses and ordered white wine from the perky blond waitress. The old friends sat and enjoyed the warm sun caressing the tensions of the day from their bodies. Mara stood and removed her tailored blazer and placed it over the back of her chair. The ladies were sitting close together oriented towards the sun. Robyn watched as Mara tilted her head to the sun exposing more of her slender neck to the strong rays. Mara's sleeveless silk blouse settled across the older woman's body clearly showing the outline of the taut petite body beneath.
The wine arrived. The ladies thanked the waitress, clinked glasses and wet their parched throats with the sweet cold nectar.
"Kids are back at school. House sales are racking up as the market returns. Blah. Blah. Blah," said Mara the realtor. "Now that the boring topics are out of the way there is only one thing I want to discuss."
"Oh, my", gasped Robyn. She put a hand to her mouth, eyes opening wide and eyebrows raised. She dropped the hand, shock and hurt remaining on her face. "What happened to whispered sweet nothings? No gentle caresses? You don't use my pet name anymore. You only care about your base needs. I need some wooing to get me in the mood." Robyn smiled and reached out to touch Mara's wrist signaling she was teasing.
"So it's foreplay you want? Are you curious what happened to me the day of your recent adventure?" asked Mara.
"That could be interesting," responded Robyn noncommittally.
"It was far more than interesting, at least to me," declared Mara. "In the middle of listening to your story, I think it was at the point that Ed started sawing into your frightened little kitty, my poor bewildered, agitated beyond all human capacity, husband burst into the house. The poor man's head nearly exploded when he found his innocent conservative wife with a phone in one hand and two fingers from her other hand devoured by her pussy."
"Have you ever cheated?" asked Robyn, in a completely different track.
"Say what?" asked Mara. "What does that have to do with my tale?"
"I'm sorry. Nothing . . . probably. Just a stupid question popped into my head and out of my mouth at the same time."
"I guess it depends how you define cheating," started Mara. "A few years after we were married I guess, maybe late-80's, I played an online game. I was bored to death," she continued staring blankly across the lake. "I was no longer teaching. Paul suggested I take my time over the summer and study for my broker's test. 'Relax,' he said." Mara shifted her gaze back to Robyn noticing her incredulous look, "I know. Shows you he didn't know me very well. Can you imagine me sitting around doing nothing? I cleaned our apartment, all 800 square feet. I cooked the meals, hamburger helper and frozen vegetables. You know what a disaster I am in the kitchen. If was the poster girl for that hideous phrase, the devil makes work for idle hands. Now I think back on all the time I wasted and realize I could have learned to cook, or paint, or something worthwhile. That wasted summer is one of my few regrets.
"What happened, if you're ok talking about it?" asked Robyn, wishing she hadn't put Mara on the sport with the personal question. This was heading in a direction she hadn't expected.
"We had a computer. A friend from college told me about this game online, pre-internet course. You dialed the host of the fantasy-based game. You chose a character. I was a slightly slutty village girl trying to get noticed and land the local gentry man. Stupid plot. Stupid game. No graphics. Everything written in text to everyone in your scene, or you could have a private conversation with another player. My alter ego's aggressive sexual personality bled onto the dialogue. I caught the eye of tinker passing through the village. I didn't even know what a tinker was." Mara took a drink in answer to Robyn's questioning look, "Think traveling junk salesman. Think one insignificant rung above a bum. Picture a silver tongue talking young women out of their panties. Pretty soon we're chatting privately, and he's explaining all the hot things he wants to do to me. I played hard to get for a week or two under the guise of saving myself for a prince, but our characters did it, which we described in graphic detail in glowing green text. At the same time I'm getting off at my desk.
"I'm getting off with the tinker by the well, under the bridge, beside the brook, in the hayloft. You name it. A couple of times day. I learned to type with one hand while diddling myself with other. I got damned good at it. You laugh, but it's true. I learned there are times for subtle innocent words and innuendo and times for," Mara glanced around and leaned towards Robyn dropping her voice to a whisper, "raunch. A big imaginary cock fucking tight pussies for hours. He passed me around to other tinkers." Mara laughed and took a drink. "I learned that cucumbers aren't just for salads."
"Paul didn't suffer, either. Most nights I'd jump him the minute he walked in the door. He was very confused when I'd greet him with a kiss, undo his pants, and start sucking him before the door even closed, but he adjusted. Other times I'd leave a trail of clothes from the front door to the bed where I'd do filthy things to him. I loved it. Paul liked it, but he wasn't as into it as I was."
"I flunked the real estate test at the end of the summer. I was already feeling guilty, but botching the test was the final straw, so I confessed everything to Paul. I'm weeping. He doesn't understand. Computers weren't his thing."
Finally he jumps in and asks, "Did you touch him? Did he touch you?" I answered him. He asked, "Then what was I worried about? Paul doesn't think I cheated. He just wanted more focus on the studies the next time. I was relieved Paul wasn't hurt. The whole confession was cathartic but it doesn't stop me from wondering what game is the tinker playing today?" Mara smiled and clinked glasses with Robyn.
"Paul was happy when the tinker moved to the next village. He admitted it was too much activity for him. We settled into the good times and blah times of married life sex." The two women sat quietly for a minute considering Mara's online adventure.
"How about you?"
Robyn took a sip and said, "No cheating for me. My husband is a pervert so that keeps things more interesting than I'd like."
"The girls who want straight hair get curls."
The ladies laughed aloud and ordered another round of wine.
"It's a nice day, and this Semillon Blanc is cool and refreshing, but I shouldn't have started on it," said Robyn.
"Why the hell not? It's after 5pm. You're outside enjoying yourself. You have one of your best friends by your side. Why shouldn't you have a glass of wine?"
"Wine leads to strange behavior. Red wine is my cleaning beverage while white wine, I have no idea how it happens, makes me hornier than a long-time prisoner in solitary confinement.
"A glass of red wine and the kitchen's clean spotless, everything, the cupboards, drawers, refrigerator, dishwasher, everything. If I finish the bottle a floor of the house sparkles. I'm like a squad of Filipino cleaning women in one vino boosted body. Ed was amused at first, but now he hides the red wine. That doesn't work since I know where he hides it, plus I have my own stash.
"It's amazing what you learn over drinks on the patio under a vermillion sky." Mara waved her arm where puffy white clouds floated in the foreground of a Monet inspired sky.
"Did you just say vermillion? How literary of you," Robyn said. "I have no idea why it works the way it does. White supplies a surge. Tingling starts in all my sensitive places. I'm ready. Ed will reap the rewards tonight. I hope he's up to it."
Raising her glass, Mara declared, "To our men being up to the challenge."
Both ladies laughed reveling in the moment and the comfort they felt with each other amid sharing their secrets.
"Back to your yarn, m'lady. Entertain me," answered Robyn.
"We left me reclined on the couch with my phone in one hand my other hand playing with myself and my husband in shock. My husband watched my best computer gaming moves." Mara paused to consider Robyn with a sly smile. "Excellent reporting the other day, by the way. I haven't been moved to masturbate in ages, but your tale did it."
A blushing, or flushed, Robyn, nodded and drank in acknowledgement.
"Paul's face screamed confusion. He couldn't process what he was seeing so soon after what he'd witnessed at your house." Mara waved her hands next to her shaking head like a crazy person. "Later he told me it felt like he'd woken up in a different dimension and sex was everywhere. He stood there with the dog-like head tilt attempting to process the scene while I listened to you and went about my business. So he wouldn't spoil my fun I raised the diddling hand to my lips and licked every finger. His eyes tried to jump out of his head." Mara chuckled with the memory. "I gave him the 'Shssssh' sign and went back to gaming.
"Without removing either hand from its appointed task, I managed to pantomime to him he should remove his clothes and remove my pants. As he's going about his tasks I let him know through sign language that it's you on the phone. His cock lurched upwards when I mentioned your name, you bitch." Mara shot Robyn a snarl. "It wasn't my legs spread and my hands mauling my wet cooch that sparked his cock, it was a reminder of you. Did I mention you're a bitch? I still love you . . . bitch."
"I love you, too, Mother bitch," retorted Robyn. "I could argue with you and pander to your insecurities telling you how much he adores your body and the lurch was just happenstance, a mistimed heartbeat, but I don't believe that any more than you," grinned Robyn, brushing her hands down the side of her body just skimming the sides of her full breasts tracing the narrow waist to her hips.
Mara burst out laughing and banged her hand on the table. Her boisterousness drew looks of amusement and annoyance depending on the patron.
After she recovered her composure Mara raised her glass, "Touché. At least you're smart enough not to disagree with me." Another measure of wine disappeared from each lady's glass.
"Quit stalling, already. Get on with your story. If you still want to be my friend . . .," Robyn threatened.
"The tables turned. Ok, so there is this middle-age cock jumping about because of the wrong stimuli, but at least it's my middle-aged cock. Paul climbed on and slid all the way in. You have no idea how hard it was to keep from moaning as he gave me exactly what I wanted," Mara, closed her eyes and leaned back in her chair. She gripped the edge of the table and shivered slightly. The sultry air of early evening surrounded them.
Robyn thought it strange that Mara went silent. She watched Mara intently, saw a flush paint her face crimson, and expand across her chest above the loose neckline of her white silk tank top. Robyn leaned forward and whispered, "Oh my, God! Did you just have an orgasm?" She glanced around to see whether anyone noticed.
