I was nervous. I sat by myself in a hotel bar, 30 miles from my house, and my wife. I was here to meet a special friend, Lee, and his wife, Jo. It was a strange triangle. I knew Jo from my work, and I knew Lee from his favorite bar. I was in love with Jo, and I was friends with Lee, but neither one of them as aware that I knew the other.
Jo and I had worked together for years. Even though I was married, I was keeping my eyes out for possibilities. So was she. Jo and I had flirted, and brushed up against each other, and sometimes when no one else was around, we would talk on the phone for what seemed like hours, sometimes about kids, sometimes about sex, and everything in between. But that was the extent of our relationship.
Until one night she called my cell phone, and said she wanted to see me. We meet at a park and talked for hours. Jo was mad at her husband for leaving her alone that night. She had been drinking. We held hands, we kissed, we hugged, and eventually I started to touch her. Her breasts were small and firm, her pussy was shaven and wet. I ended up fingering her pussy and asshole with one hand, pinching her nipples with the other hand while I gently flicked her clit with my tongue. She cam twice, and could have gone on all night, but she began to feel guilty. She left me there. I still had a raging hard on, and she was upset about what we had done. It wasn’t much. She hadn‘t touched me at all. But she had enjoyed it. A man other than her husband had made her cum.
After that night she was different. At work she was quiet, and she didn’t like to talk anymore. Our relationship had disappeared. She said she was going to quit so she didn’t have to see me. She shut me out. It took few months for her to come around and opened up to me again. Jo wanted to give her husband another chance. She didn’t want to be the one to destroy their marriage. She felt that she really cared for me, but she wouldn’t admit it.
I cared for Jo too, and I did everything to show her how much. But she refused to let our relationship rekindle. I was devastated. I didn’t understand. I felt rejected, like I had lost her to her husband, even though she had never been mine. Soon I realized that I was in love with her.
Then one day Jo was telling me a story about her husband, Lee. She mentioned that he often stopped off and gambled at a tavern by his factory on the way home from work. As she talked about her husband, I wondered what made him so special. I tried to imagine what he was like, but couldn’t. She had a picture of him on her desk, and he looked nice enough, but I hated him. Over the following days, I became obsessed with learning more about Lee. Jo didn’t talk much about him, and it seemed strange for me to ask about him, but I had to learn more. I had to go see what he was like.
I knew that Lee got off work an hour after I did, so one day I drove to the tavern Jo had mentioned, went in, ordered a beer and waited. A few guys were sitting in the corner playing cards, but I didn’t recognize any of them. After three hours, and a lot of beer, my wife called my cell phone wondering where I was. As I drove home, I knew I would be back.
The next night I was there again. The same guys were in the corner playing cards. This time one called out to me. “Hey, buddy wanna play?”
“Sure,” I said after a short hesitation, and I walked over and took a seat.
“Five card draw, nothing wild, dollar ante,” one of the guys called out. I introduced myself and made myself comfortable. An hour later, I was down $50, and had three new friends. That’s when he walked in. It was Lee and one of his coworkers. I half played poker, and half watched them as they ordered their beers and walked toward us. I was so nervous I couldn’t breath.
“Bobby and Lee!” the player to my left shouted. “It’s about time you fuckers showed up!” I nodded to them, and asked for two cards. As the dealer handed me two new cards, I realized that I had thrown away a pair of queens. I folded quickly and introduced myself to the Lee and his friend. A firm hand shake, a pleasant smile, and I almost forgot who this man was.
“Are these cheating bastards taking your money, Ed.” Lee asked. I nodded. And looked down. “Well, don’t worry about that. I play like shit so you might take some from me before we’re through.”
An hour later, I was up $100 , and I had five new friends.
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Over the next month I played poker twice a week with my new friends. I told them that I lived in the next town over, and first stopped in after overhearing somebody talk about the card games. I got to know Lee pretty well. He wasn’t a jerk as Jo sometimes insinuated. He wasn’t conceited or cruel or a show off. He was just like any of the guys I hung out with around my town.
Sometimes after a few hours of cards some of the guys would take off, and the rest of us would sit at the bar and have another beer. This is how I really got to know Lee. He would always stay and talk about his work, and wife and his step kids. I would never say much. Quiet people don’t get trapped in lies. I was shocked at some of the things Lee said about Jo. Apparently she was a very sexual person. He told of how she liked dildos, and liked anal, she like flashing strangers and once even got up on stage at a strip club and performed for the men. I knew a little about Jo from the things we used to talk about, but I had no idea how wild she was.
Then came the day that I still have a hard time understanding. Lee and I were the last ones left from the group, and Lee had been drinking hard. We were talking about cards, when he suddenly became quiet and stared down at his beer.
“What’s wrong, Lee?” I asked.
After a long pause, he spoke. “Eddy, can you keep a secret?”
Sure, buddy, what’s wrong?” I said.
“ I mean it.” Lee said softly. “You can’t say anything to any one about this, especially the guys that know me and work with me.”
“Lee, the only people I know that know you are the ones that I met in here,” I said. “And don’t worry, I can keep a secret.”
“Well, lately when Jo and I have sex,” he whispered, looking around to make sure no one else could hear, “we do a little role playing game. I pretend that I’m a stranger. I walk into her room and I find her in bed and then I just fuck her until we’re both exhausted.”
“There’s nothing wrong with that, Lee,” I said with a lump in my throat. It’s hard to hear about their sex life. I still loved his wife. “Anything that spices up the sex life is a good thing.”
“The problem is, now she wants to do it for real,” Lee said looking up at me, “She wants to have sex with a stranger.”
I choked on my beer and stared at Lee. “Christ, Lee, that’s fucking nuts!”
