Returning to our bedroom i found john stood by the window, evidently he'd been watching alan leave
"He's gone then", john said in a quiet dry voice.
My husband is an expert at stating the bleeding obvious. I replied with a nod and a resigned smile.
As we stood watching each other across the room, i knew what he was going to say next
"You don't think he's coming back do you?.....i mean....not coming back at all"
John had read my mind. Something not uncommon in people who know each other very well.
I nodded again, sighed, then replied, "I think we scared him off love....too much too soon.... should have taken it slower.... knowing how shy he is...but you never know....i could be wrong he might come round"
I didn't really believe he would 'come round' but i felt that something positive should be said.
John nodded his agreement, holding my gaze for a moment, then slowly lowering his eyes looking me all the way down and back up again.
As his eyes returned to mine, i could see it still there, in the background.... simmering.
That hungry look.
I felt it too, that.....need.
Despite what had just happened, sometimes your body just takes over and craves for what it requires. The disappointment and awkwardness had suddenly become secondary.
We were both now focused on our primary need.
Glancing down briefly at johns crotch i could see he had zipped up but there was an obvious bulge...
"I see your still....in the mood?"
I asked, giving my husband a knowing grin.
His response is a gentle nod.
Slowly undoing the cord on my dressing gown my grin broadens, "Good....so am i"
Taking the garment off and letting it drop at my feet, then walking slowly over to john and wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him down for a soft, slow, meaningful kiss.....his lips and tongue.... although gentle....contain a strong hint of the passion that is to come...
Breaking off i stare lovingly up into his eyes while speaking in a soft, seductive tone
"Is there anything i can do for sir?.... anything at all?"
John grinned back down at me, the humour present on his face never quite reaching that serious, hungry look in his eyes....
He nods once more then says, "Oh yes.....there is...your going to be a very busy girl....very busy indeed"
And i was.
All the rest of that morning and well into the afternoon....
All that pent up excitement of watching me with alan drove john into his dominant role, holding me down, restraining me while he did it.... calling me those names.... those obscene things....that i like so much...
He was relentless, but i took it. All of it, and eventually wore him out, but only just.
He almost had me but in the end john ran out of energy, and fluid.
I suppose you could say i drained him, in more ways than one.
By the time we'd finished i was leaking spunk from every hole, yes he had me up there too.
While he slept on the messed up sheets i showered.
Thinking back to the recent close shave with our ultimate fantasy.
My recent 'good seeing to' had watered down the bad feelings I'd had when alan couldn't get hard.
What had happened, now didn't feel as important.
Watching him walk away like that at the front door had brought despair but after making love with my husband i felt so much better, the bad feelings and frustration.....worked out of me.
During our vigorous session I'd heard my phone text alert going a few times and also the ring tone.
However, at the time i was in no state to answer it.
After showering, checking on john.....still flat out snoring on the bed, i went downstairs to check the phone.
I suspected alan but also felt a twinge of guilt coupled with urgency as it could just as easily have been school trying to contact me, perhaps something had happened to one of our boys?
On checking the phone i breathed a sigh of relief, it was alan.
Two texts and one missed call. The two texts were as suspected, apologetic.
It was too late to call him, susan would be up.
So i texted him not to worry, don't be silly these things happen, and could i call him in the morning?
A few moments later my phone rang while drying my hair, its ring tone barely audible over the harsh noise of my elderly hair dryer.
Alan was calling.
He'd gone out to the car to do it, as suspected, susan was up and about.
We talked for 20 minutes. Alan beginning with the now tiresome apologising.
He explained what i already knew, broke down crying, saying it had been the most embarrassing moment of his life.
I felt so bad for doing that to him, putting him on the spot.
He didn't blame us, but himself.
However i could see the truth, it was myself and john that had put this kind, sweet old man, in a position that had ultimately, deeply upset him.
I'd led him astray from his wife who he had been loyal to for all those years, then, done this to him.
It should have been easy to see he needed way more time before doing anything in front of john, but i was blinded by my own desires.
Despite the initial depressing tone of our conversation we did end the call upbeat, alan optimistic about trying again sometime.....
However over the course of the coming week of heartfelt emails and phone calls it became apparent that alan had merely been trying to appease me, somehow make amends for his perceived failure by offering me some hope of another attempt.
