Gail had already left by the time Bill came home. I was sound asleep when he snuggled in next to me. I was dead to the world. In our four years of marriage I had never even thought about cheating on him, and I didn't consider what Gail and I had done as cheating. I didn't know exactly what to call it, our little tryst, except to call it enjoyable. Inside, however, I wondered if the light of day would change Gail's mind.
Bill was hardly out of the door on his way to work when, with more than a little trepidation, I dialed Gail's number on my cell phone. My heart was beating rapidly. What would she say?
"Hello?" came her lazy answer.
"Shit. I woke you up. I'm sorry."
"Nothing to be sorry about, sweetie. God I wanted to hear your voice this morning."
"You're not upset?" I asked.
"Upset? About what?"
"About what happened last night."
Gail laughed heartily. "Honey, I came home and masturbated just thinking about it."
I finally eased up. "Mmmm. Wish I could have been there to help."
"You were here, baby. Helping me all the way."
We talked for over an hour. About everything. About nothing. I felt an unbelievable relief that Gail was not disappointed in what had transpired the evening before. In fact, she threw more than a few hints that every minute that passed was one without our bodies molded together. As luck would have it, George was headed off to Boston for week's business trip. We would have all the time we needed to learn more about each other. Somehow I knew neither of us would be disappointed.
"Are you coming over?" she finally asked.
"Now?"
"George leaves at ten. Anytime after that is fine."
"How's about 10:30? What should I wear?" I asked.
"Yes, 10:30 is fine. You look good in a skirt, babe. What should I wear?"
I laughed. "Anything that shows off your sweet ass!"
Gail laughed in return. "You're into buns, are you?"
"Big time!" I giggled.
"Mmmm. Then I'll try to make you happy."
By the time we hung up, it was almost 9:00 a.m. Knowing that Gail and I were inseparable 'buds,' Bill would never imagine what was going on. In my mind, I knew that I had found what I always had been longing for. It had just never surfaced until last night. Gail was hot as a cucumber. I had a sense that she was uninhibited. Wanton. Lustful. Sexy. All those things that go into the type of relationship we were about to embark on.
So Gail liked my legs. Interesting. They were probably my best asset. So I decided on a denim skirt, one of my favorites. With silky-smooth, white rayon panties and a matching bra. It was summer, so I chose a white, short-sleeved blouse that fit nice and tightly over my boobs. Staring into the mirror, I liked the way my nipples poked through the cotton. I hoped Gail would like it too.
On the way over to Gail's house, I thought of how wonderful the aura of anticipation made me feel. I knew, without any doubt, that we would have a whole day of sex together, just me and her. Without the worry of anyone disturbing us. When I arrived, the front door was open. I walked in, without knocking.
"Hi honey, I'm home!" I called out with a giggle.
Gail came down the stairs, smiling from ear to ear. A pair of way-too-tight, white shorts and a white "T" was all she was wearing. Sans bra, her sweet nipples poked out even more provocatively than mine. Her shorts were so tight that the outline of her pubis almost made me gasp. The term 'camel toe" came immediately to mind. I had heard the term used before, but until now it never made any real sense to me.
Gail literally jumped into my arms. It wasn't a sexy embrace by any sense of the word. Just two friends who had only recently become lovers. It wasn't even a "turn-on" embrace, though it lasted for more than a few delightful moments.
Breaking the embrace, Gail stood back and looked at me. "Damn, you look good!"
I blushed profusely. My eyes moved from her toes to her head. "Mmmm. Likewise, sweetie."
After bringing me a cup of coffee, we moved to the couch in the living room. I crossed my legs and sat next to her, close, but not nearly as close as last night. We talked. I sensed that Gail didn't want to push it. It would happen soon enough, when we were ready. She was always easy to talk to, primarily because she was also an avid listener. She really seemed to care what I had to say, and that meant a lot to me. We could talk about everything and anything. Until last night, even our sex lives with our husbands was not off-limits for our little discussions. I knew that my sex life with Bill was a bit better than Gail's almost failing sex life. George displayed little, if any, interest after ten years of stoking the same pot. Gail didn't think he was cheating on her, but she always seemed to have her doubts. I suspected Bill probably "strayed" once or twice, but I could never prove it either.
Soon enough, the subject came around to the previous evening. "Was what we did last night wrong?" she asked.
"What do you think?"
"There you go again, answering a question with a question."
