After they fucked, she and Darcie had laid together in the kitchen and talked. Eventually, Elizabeth got up and took a shower to wash the smell of sex off her body, not that John would notice. Darcie watched her dress, still nude. "You know, you don't have to leave. You should stay with me tonight. We can hang out."
She shook her head. "Darcie, this was really fun, and I'm glad it worked out. But I have to get back to my life. This was a one time thing."
The lights were off, and John was asleep on the couch, like she'd expected. He'd probably be awake in a few hours with indigestion from all the gin he was drinking. She wished he didn't drink so much. She crept to each of the children's rooms, peeking at their sleeping faces with the light on her cell phone. Satisfied, she went to her bedroom and slipped into her nightgown, crawling into the cold sheets.
She hugged her arms around her self, squeezing and pushing her self into the bed, trying to feel like someone was with her. Being with Darcie just reminded her that she was alone. She was married and had two kids and she was more alone than she'd ever been. She didn't have a career anymore. Her husband was into his job, his hobbies, playing fantasy football and messaging his friends online. She was sure he watched porn and jerked off whenever he could. And that was fine, if he still fucked her. When they tried, he was listless; she'd have to stay on top doing all the work. He'd often get soft or just never cum by the time she was finished. It was just so boring. He always had an excuse, how tired and stressed he was, how his antidepressant kept him from orgasm. But she knew the real reason. He didn't want her anymore. After the kids, her gut sagged, her tits drooped, and her ass was too fat. She promised herself she'd start counting calories tomorrow.
The orgasm with Darcie was like pleasure she hadn't had in years. She clamped her thighs so hard around Darcie's head that the smaller woman had to tap her thighs, telling her to let go. She told Elizabeth she going to give her a fat lip if she didn't slow down her hip thrusting.
Darcie made her feel beautiful and sexy again. Even as she was enjoying the memory, she stopped herself. She had cheated on her husband. They had made a promise to each other. Was there a part of her that got off on the wrongness of it? She shuddered thinking of it. She couldn't see Darcie for awhile, because she couldn't trust what Darcie would do or what she would do.
Finally, she had an idea. She would text Charlotte, the pastor's wife, and set up a meeting. Charlotte was a kind woman only a few years older than herself. She had a degree in counseling and worked with several women from the church. Elizabeth had been with her in several Bible studies, and trusted her advice. fairly well. She knew that Charlotte would give her the kind of nonjudgmental, compassionate advice to get her back on the right track and figure out what she would do. Maybe she would make her tell John about it . She would cross that bridge when she came to it.
She got her phone from her bedside table, and texted Charlotte. "Charlotte, I know this is super late, and if you've gone to bed that's totally fine. But I just had something really serious happen that I need to you about. Is there any way we could meet tomorrow? Again, I'm so sorry to be bothering you like this."
Charlotte texted her back right away. "It's OK! I'm really glad that you messaged me. Why don't you come in at 10 tomorrow? You can come to my office, and we can talk about it and we can pray together." Elizabeth was so comforted that she finally fell asleep.
That morning, she pulled her minivan into the church parking lot, and checked her makeup again in the rearview mirror. "It was a one time thing, and it won't happen again," she affirmed aloud. She got out of the car, straightened her skirt, and went into the church. She thought her outfit was conservative enough; high necked blouse, pattered flowers so you couldn't see the curves in her breasts or the contours of her brassiere. She wore a thick wool skirt, so that her ass was well concealed and only suggested. Beneath her skirt, she wore long, high-heeled leather boots so that no one could see her legs.
Charlotte met her in the lobby. Elizabeth waved to her, shyly, and Charlotte walked up and embraced her. "I am so glad to see you! Let's go up to my office. You look great! Have you lost weight?"
Elizabeth giggled and said reflexively, "no. I just can't seem to lose any weight. I need to start counting calories." Charlotte fluttered her hand as if to dismiss her self criticism.
"Follow me," she instructed. They took the elevator to the third floor of the church, chatting about her kids Ron and Lauren, who were in the same class as Charlotte's children. The office was in a cozy corner at the end of a hallway, surrounded by empty offices. "So welcome to my den. I try to make it home. For some reason they wanted to keep me as far away from Francis as possible!" She chuckled, and Elizabeth could tell she was annoyed.
Elizabeth sat on the couch, opposite Charlotte's easy chair by the door. Charlotte reached back and shut the door behind her. "OK! Tell me everything."
