It was a warm London evening and Mandy sat alone in a quiet corner of the bar waiting for her date. Her fingers toyed with the stem of her wine glass and she wondered if Ray would even show. Maybe it would be better if he didn't... after all, she'd been married for nearly seven years now; so perhaps rekindling an old flame from her twenties wasn't the best idea she'd ever had.
She'd never intended for this to happen of course, indeed she would be on her way home now if it wasn't for a chance encounter on the tube a few days prior. She'd been standing on the platform waiting to get on the Piccadilly line when the doors opened and there he was.
She looked up and gasped, he was instantly recognizable despite the passing years.
"Ray?"
Ray looked at her and smiled.
"Oh my God.... Mandy?"
The pair stepped away from the doors and chatted for several minutes, eventually exchanging numbers. Mandy caught the next train and as she sat, trundling through the bowels of the city she wondered what the hell just happened.
She never had herself down as the cheating kind, and yet she'd not thought twice about giving Ray her number. Sure, exchanging numbers with an old friend didn't make her a cheat, but Ray wasn't an 'old friend', he was someone she had fucked multiple times and someone who even now she occasionally fantasized about when Bob was licking her to orgasm.
When she got off the train she told herself to delete Ray's number. No good could possibly come of it; she was risking her marriage, her home, everything... but deep down she knew she wouldn't be able to. She knew what Ray was like, he'd strung her along back then, giving her just enough to keep her coming back for more, all while knowing that she'd never be more than just another notch on his bedpost.
But things were different now. She was married, she wasn't looking for a 'relationship' and he didn't need to make any promises. She just wanted to feel his cock inside her again... like it was back then. EXACTLY like it was back then.
Mandy took a sip of her wine, as excited as she was, deep down she knew this was a terrible idea and she looked down at her phone half hoping to see a text telling her he couldn't make it. Her phone background, Bob and her smiling and hugging at a friend's wedding a couple of years ago beamed up at her. She turned the phone over, as if it would stop the feelings of guilt. Needless to say it didn't...
She pulled a small mirror out of her handbag and checked her make up for the umpteenth time, wondering if perhaps she'd gone a little too far with it. She remembered that Ray liked it when she looked extra slutty and she'd tried to recreate it with a heavy eyeliner and bright red lipstick, which she never wore in her normal life these days.
Mandy checked the time again - Ray was twenty minutes late now. She drained the rest of the wine from her glass. Maybe it was for the best, she didn't need this in her life after all. How could she be so stupid. Fuck Ray, she was going home to her husband. She got up, stepped out of the booth and saw him standing at the bar.
Fuck!
She instinctively dived back into the booth her heart beating wildly. Then her phone vibrated and she saw his text, 'I'm here... where are you?'
Mandy composed herself and stood up again, Ray was looking the other way as she sauntered nervously to the where he stood.
"I'm here," she said meekly.
"Oh, hi... I've been looking everywhere for you. I tried upstairs... I should have just texted you huh?"
Mandy nodded, if Bob had kept her waiting for twenty minutes she would have been chewing his ear off for weeks, but now she was too nervous to get mad about it... and too worried he would leave. Two minutes ago she was over it, but seeing him again changed her mind like a shot.
"Do you want another drink?"
"Yes... please, Pinot."
Ray paid for the drinks and Mandy dragged him to the quiet booth she'd been sitting in previously. Mandy sat with her back to the wall while Ray sat to her right facing in the direction of the bar.
"You look great," said Ray.
"So do you..." Mandy countered enthusiastically.
"I can't believe.... it must be eleven, twelve years?"
"Easily. Maybe thirteen."
"Wow, time flies... so what happened to you?"
"Well, I got a job at a bank... which was great, and then I shifted to insurance. What about you?"
"Oh you know, I tried lots of things... then I fell into a job repairing specialized air conditioning. It sucks, but the money is great so I stuck at it and here I am."
They made small talk for a while until eventually Ray reached out and took Mandy's hand, his fingers quickly finding her wedding band.
"So does your husband know you're here... with me?"
Mandy pulled her hand away, slightly panicked at the mention of her husband.
"No... I.... no, he doesn't."
"I see."
"What about you?"
"What about me?"
"Are you... married?"
Ray held up his left hand to show it was ring free.
"Not all men wear rings Ray," Mandy probed.
"True. But I'm not the marrying kind... some women think that makes me a shit, but I like to think of myself as honest. Why would I marry some poor girl when we both know I'm not going to stay faithful?"
Mandy rolled her eyes.
"Hey, you're the one with the husband, you're hardly in a position to judge me."
Mandy bit her lip. He was right and she knew it.
Ray leaned back in his chair.
"So how come you're meeting me in a quiet corner of this pub when you could be at home with your husband?"
Mandy felt her face flush.
"I'm not entirely sure..." she offered.
Ray nodded, weighing up the situation.
"How come you're wearing all that make up, did you put that on for me? You didn't look like that at the station the other day... is it because you remembered I liked it when you looked kinda slutty?"
Mandy looked down at the table.
"Yeah you do remember don't you? I used to like it when your mascara ran while we were fucking. When you were sucking my cock so deep and your make up got all messed up... yeah. I remember that too."
Mandy was breathing hard, remembering those times when he fucked her throat... she felt her pussy getting wet and had to fight the urge to touch herself.
"Your pussy remembers too doesn't it?" said Ray cockily. "Would I be right in thinking Bob doesn't treat you the way you really like to be treated?"
Mandy looked up and stared him in the eyes.
"Bob's a good man, he loves me... we love each other."
"I didn't say he wasn't... but there must be a reason why you're here with me, and I'm guessing it's because you need something he's either not providing or you're too scared to ask for. Am I right?"
"Yes," whispered Mandy.
Ray smiled triumphantly.
"It's just, when I met Bob I put that behind me. I didn't want him to treat me like, well... like YOU did, I wanted him to love me, to respect me, to MARRY me. So I never told him about any of that... and it was good. Until I saw you on that platform, and then... well it all came back to me and I wanted it again... I wanted YOU again."
Ray paused a moment, then continued.
"Okay, well I don't have a problem with that... if you don't. What Bob doesn't know won't hurt him. Where does he think you are now?"
"Working late."
"Of course..."
Ray took a long swig of his beer and thought for a moment.
"Are you wearing panties?"