"That was good!" he said, stacking his dishes and silverware.
"Thanks," I managed to say.
"I mean, the fish was really light, didn't you think?"
"Yes."
"And I really liked the vegetables, what did you season them with."
"Usual stuff."
He picked up the dishes and stood stacking them in the sink for a moment. A firecracker went off down the street; then another.
"Some early fireworks, sounds like. Getting the jump on the Fourth! Maybe we'll go down to the stadium for the program tomorrow night?"
"Ok."
I picked at the fish on my plate, then sipped a little of the remaining Chenin Blanc in my glass. I stared moodily out over the lengthening shadows on the long curving driveway. I couldn't shake the low mood I was in. It had been a hard, unhappy year. A year of trying to forgive. A year of trying to make it OK. But, every so often, nothing worked and I had trouble keeping up a conversation, let alone being cheerful. At times like this I felt empty; just empty.
He gave up and walked quietly out of the room.
I filled the dishwasher and pressed 'start'. I stared out the window until the heat of the washer seeped into my legs and I could feel the steady vibration of it through my thighs.
My heart was back in my throat as I climbed the stairs. I was already feeling guilty.
KEN:
I have to admit it was all my fault. That's the first thing. The affair occurred about a year ago. It was brief and we were caught. You never think you will be caught, that's the problem. Just like in war, you always think the other guy gets shot, right? But, once you tangle your life with someone else, you lose control of the situation; you cannot predict what will happen in the other person's life which lays bare all the details of the affair. And now, whatever Ellen did, I would just have to accept it. Accept it as something I had created.
I had endured all forms of abuse, much deserved, from my wife since that fateful event. We had, so far, both concluded that what we had was still worth saving. But it was not easy.
And so came our Hot July Night. We had not been getting along for a few days. Ellen was yelling at me when she had anything to drink and I was not being very responsive since I was pissed off about her bitchy comments. Even though I had earned her abuse, it did not mean I enjoyed it.
Ellen had been drinking too much in my opinion, especially when we got together with the Sullivans. Ellen just can't stop at a couple of drinks. There was a time long ago when she could handle quite a few drinks, but not anymore.
The Sullivans have two twenty-something year olds who live at home; big guys who work on construction and drive pickup trucks. It's been obvious Ellen was attracted to one of them. Whenever we have been together, they would flirt with each other. She would tell him how cute he is and how he ought to be getting married; it was obvious that they both enjoyed the bantering back and forth. It was all harmless enough and had been going on for several years. She had become a favorite "aunt" who seemed to understand when no one else could or would. He was in fairly frequent trouble at school over the years but managed to graduate and then went to work on construction.
A month or so ago, we were having a bridge evening with the Sullivans. Ted was at home and Ellen kept disappearing when she was 'dummy' to give him some attention and nurturing. My appeals that it was time to head for home were unwelcome.
By the time I finally managed to get out the door, she was a little unsteady and loudly affectionate in her fairwells. I held the door as she swung long good looking legs into the car. Her skirt slipped high on her thighs and the glimpse of white panties was sexy in spite of the situation.
The lights were out at the party store on the corner and I swung out onto Lincoln Avenue and headed toward home. Ellen leaned against the window and started nodding toward sleep. The street was empty and the streetlights flooded the front seat as they ticked by one by one. Her legs looked creamy in the sensual tan stockings.
Slipping my hand under her dress, I realized that the flirting had left her with a hot, moist pussy. Unfortunately, when she drinks she is no good in bed, all she can do is lie there like she's asleep and grumble in my ear. Still, I would sometimes give her a good fucking on a night like this even though she was more or less conked out. I was starting to feel the urge, sitting there in the silent lonliness.
I tumbled her into bed still babbling on about something that I was wrong about or talking about how cute Ted is. Rubbing my hand over her panty-covered pussy, I said:
"From the feel of this, you must have been thinking about getting Ted to slip his big cock up your pussy!" There was a hardness to my voice that was probably unfair.
"Oh, don't be silly," she chided "he's young enough to be my son. He doesn't think of me that way; ... just a nice boy no one understands." She drifted off into drink-soaked sleep.
I laid there awhile thinking about the evening; about her flirting and about her wet cunt. My cock started to rise again and I rubbed it in the silky panty-crease between her cheeks. I tried to wake her by fondling her tits and then her clit in the pool of wet in her panty crotch. But she just mumbled. Still I did have this huge hard on, so I rolled her on to her back and got between her legs. My cock felt great rubbing the silky panties and I could feel the slight scratchiness of the lace on the end of my cock.
Pulling the panty aside, I licked her clit for a moment and squeezed her tits. My pounding cock needed the warmth of a pussy around it. I didn't take her panties off, I just pulled them aside and lubricated the tip of my cock in the wetness of her cunt and it slipped in quickly. It went in easily all the way to the hilt and I lifted her legs up to my shoulders and began stroking deep into her cunt.
She mumbled unintelligible things in my ear. I could pick out small snippets.
"What are you do ...?"....
My hard pounding made the words come out in spurts.
"Get off me...." I ... didn' t say you couuuuld fuck me ...e e e ee e e "
And then I heard her switch into a dreamy scene ... Ted's name came from her tossing head.
"You shouldn' b.be in mmmy pusssy, Teddy, I'm old ee nuff ... be your mother. We can't do thisssss.
"Ohhh what will it hurt?..... You can be my little boy." " suck on Mommies titties! That's it!"
"That's it! Shove it in deep! Come on, let me spread my legs further, come on baby, shove it in .... yessss, That's it! Oh fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
"The dirty talk made my cock rigid and full. I fucked her brains out; all the time her shouting "Teddy" into my ears as my cum spurted into her. I rolled off her and put my hand between her legs to feel my cum spilling out and wetting her panties. I wondered what she would think when she noticed tomorrow...she had already returned to her snoring...
That was a month ago and was the last time we had had sex.
Then the day before the Fourth of July a funny thing happened. I got home a little bit late and we had a silent dinner, just the two of us. Then she disappeared upstairs and I settled in front of the TV.
ELLEN:
I squeezed the big soapy sponge between my breasts and stood watching the bubbles slide over my breasts and drip from my nipples.
"What am I doing?"
The bubbles slipped down over my tummy and then into the dark brown thatched triangle pointing down between my legs. Slowly, so slowly, they drizzled down onto thighs curving toward knees that were now slightly weak with what I had agreed to do.
"Will this make us even? ... No, not really. Nothing can ever even the betrayal I had felt."
I tossed the shower cap onto the hook and toweled off. As I stepped into the bedroom, I stood examining my body in the mirrored wall, turning to see objectively how much damage child bearing had done. I lifted my breasts, then let them sway and turned to look at the bottom I might be showing to a stranger tonight.
"What do you expect? You're thirty-four, not twenty!" I smoothed my hands over my hips and buttocks, trying to urge them back into perky mounds.
I had been trying on dresses since morning, and ended with the first one I tried on.
The eyes in the mirror looked a little frightened. I straightened up, throwing my chest out proudly and shook a smile onto my face.
My hands shook at first, putting on the lipstick. I took a deep breath and looked into those nervous eyes. But the face nodded back at me.
"Yes, I am!"
We had been playing ping-pong, Teddy and I. In answer to my question, he told me that he and his friends hung out at a little Irish pub called Donovan's Shamrock Inn.
"I love places like that. I'm part Irish, you know! I used to go to one that sounds like that when I was young! God, those were the days!"
He hit another fast one past me and the ball skittered the length of the basement and under a couch. He came to help me find it and ended up bent over the couch. I know I shouldn't have done it, but I couldn't resist swatting his trim ass with the paddle. He let out a feigned shriek and insisted that he should get to return the insult. I laughingly agreed and bent over slightly, thinking he wouldn't do it.
Since he didn't have his paddle, he used his hand and gave me a stinging slap square on the buttocks that left a warm glow on my tender skin.
"Owwww! You weren't supposed to really do it. Brute!" I complained.
We laughed together and went back to the table. The tingle inside my panties continued, and I realized I was blushing terribly.
"Why don't you come to the Pub... sometime? You'd like it. I could introduce you to Donovan!" His voice was hoarse and a little breathless, and I realized that he had been screwing up his nerve to ask me that. "I'm going there tomorrow night." he stumbled on. I was stunned. I know that I had flirted with him and shown him frequent kindnesses over the years. It was understandable if he had a slight crush on his "Aunt Ellen."
I was also a little bit thrilled by that knowledge: and scared by the possibilities. We stood looking at each other for moments, his face blush red.
MY husband called down the stairs.
"Ellen, these people want to get to bed. Don't you think it's time?"
"No, I'm having too much fun. You are getting to be such a party pooper!" I called back, never taking my eyes from Ted's"
Returning to our conversation, I muttered quietly, "Oh ... I ... we ... I couldn't do that!"
"It would be fun!" he said in a whisper.
I looked away for a moment and sighed, "Yes, I know. But, I just can't do it."
There was a pregnant pause as we looked into each other's eyes.
"I have to get back upstairs now. Thanks for the lesson."
As I started up the stairs, I frowned over my shoulder and rubbed the warm spot where he had spanked me, then grinned at him.
