"Can you take the kids to lunch after soccer?" Ann queried Ted as they were getting ready to leave the house Saturday morning.
"Sure, babe. What's up?"
"Kari asked me to go to lunch with her. It's her first weekend with Bob having the kids and she's down in the dumps." Ann had told Ted about Kari and Bob's pending divorce on the evening of her return from the Sunday School retreat. She had not found it necessary to tell him about her intimate involvement with Kari.
In truth Ann was conflicted about that night. She never told Ted about her other time with a woman. That had occurred a couple of years earlier and had been a one-time fling induced by much alcohol and an aggressive seducer. With Kari she felt a deeper connection. She felt guilt almost as if she had betrayed Ted with another man. She had tried to make it up to him that Sunday night by giving him a blowjob in front of the TV after the kids were in bed and later on sucking his nipples and riding him in bed until he exploded inside her.
However, by now the guilt was lessening. She and Kari had lunched together weekly since the retreat and talked many times on the phone. In the three outings and dozen phone calls, neither had mentioned the Saturday night lovemaking.
Ann drove to Kari's in her Mercedes 'M' Class. Kari had been watching and bounced out the front door before Ann rolled to a stop in the driveway. Kari was wearing a halter-type silk sundress whose flowery print was perfect for the sunny day in late spring. When she jumped into the front seat the hem that ended several inches above her knees rode up even further. Ann saw a flash of the firm thigh. When Kari greeted Ann with a kiss on the cheek, Kari's breasts rubbed across Ann's arm.
"Where to," asked Ann.
"I've made reservations at Chequers. First, we'll have salmon en papillote with Pol Roger champagne. Then, Bananas Foster for dessert. My treat." Kari named an upscale restaurant that catered to business lunches. On an early Saturday afternoon it would be almost empty.
"No! I will pay," Ann stated forcefully. "You can't afford to spend money until things are straightened out." Bob had agreed to keep making the house payments but the amount of child support and alimony was still being haggled over. "But your menu sounds divine."
"I wanted to do something for you! You've been so supportive and you've given me a shoulder to cry on. I want to pay you back."
"When Bob gives you the money you're due will be plenty of time. Are we agreed?" Kari acquiesced and they continued on to the restaurant, catching up on the last few days of children's adventures and everyday life.
When they entered the restaurant, Kari mentioned the reservations. The hostess spoke to the waiter in passing. The restaurant was almost empty as Ann had expected, but they were seated in a booth in the far back corner. The waiter materialized with a bottle of Pol Roger and opened it with a small but satisfying pop. After Kari approvingly tasted it, he poured their first glasses.
The delicious liquid swirled in Ann's mouth and coated her throat. "You really planned this out."
"Well, I wanted something special since I was so blue. Here - we're so far apart. Let's slide around." Kari moved to the back wall of the booth, the silk in her dress making a feminine shhhhh. Ann moved around also, her cotton walking shorts making almost no sound. Instead of being on opposite sides of the table, they were now only about two feet apart. "No one will hear us now."
Ann glanced around the room. All she could see were long, spotless white tablecloths set with wine and water glasses beside gleaming silverware, waiting for new customers. "I don't think that would have been a problem anyway. We can't even see the waiter."
Kari looked around the room and leaned outward slightly. "I can see him when we need him," she said. "A toast: to being rid of a no-good, two-timing husband. Drink up."
They clinked glasses. All of a sudden Kari's glass was empty and she was pouring a refill. "That is a problem. With the waiter so far away we'll have to keep the wine flowing ourselves. Hey, you're not keeping up."
"I've got to drive, remember," Ann stated.
"We just got here and we're not in any hurry are we?"
Ann gave in and emptied her glass. Kari promptly refilled it.
"That big-titted slut was with him today when he picked up the kids."
Ann listened but didn't say anything about Kari's boobs, which were a large C cup and stood proudly begging to be kissed. "Now where did that thought come from," she wondered
"'We're taking them for a weekend in the mountains,'" Kari mimicked a simpering nasally voice. "Well, slut, why don't you cram one of those mountains where the sun don't shine."
Ann had heard a lot of complaints and tears during the last few weeks, but she had never heard Kari's voice with such a hard edge nor using such coarse terms. "You've got to be strong for the kids. Show them there's one adult that they can count on."
"I know. But it's so hard not to just punch that vapid little bitch right in her face, and kick him in the balls. Not necessarily in that order. Now I've still got to rattle around that big house all by myself until late tomorrow night. I bet they're up at Highlands Inn with a suite and she'll let him do her ass while the kids are sleeping in the other bedroom." Kari was definitely feeling the effects of the champagne. "Maybe if I'd let him do that he'd still be at home. Do you let Ted?"
The fact that Ann had now followed Kari into a third glass of bubbly and the waiter had delivered a second bottle influenced her truthfulness. "Well, once or twice a year I might get hot enough to let him do me that way, but often he'll use a finger or his tongue."
Conversation stopped while the waiter placed the sumptuous looking salmon dishes in front of them. "Anything else I can get you?"
"No thanks, Jack. We'll probably have dessert later but give us plenty of time with this," Kari replied.
As they began eating, Kari's imagination created a scene of Ann's revelation. She saw Ann's long slender body on all fours, her hanging breasts grazing the bedspread with her nipples, her knees at the edge of the bed. Ted's strong hands were separating her nether cheeks as he knelt on the floor and thrust his face between them. She could hear the slurps as his tongue washed that warm brown space. Kari gobbled another bite as she imagined Ted rising to begin thrusting his meat into that winking eye. First she imagined a cock about the size of Bob's; then Ted had seven inches to insert; finally, she upped it to eight inches long. What would she do to actually see that! She imagined Ted pounding into Ann until the redhead collapsed in orgasm, pulling off Ted's rod as semen spurted onto her back. Kari felt wetness between her legs as the actions and sounds repeated on an endless loop in her mind.
The conversation restarted, shifting back to innocuous topics. Although Kari continued to interject complaints about her soon-to-be-ex, bedroom activities were avoided.
"Are you ladies ready for dessert, now?" Jack was clearing the plates away.
"Yes, please," Kari replied.
"Jack, I'll have a cup of coffee, also" Ann requested. After four and a half glasses of champagne, she wanted to sober up some before driving.
"And you, ma'am," Jack looked at Kari.
"Oh no. There's still some Pol Roger left and I'm not driving."
The Bananas Foster with its alcohol-flamed sauce and ice cream made a great ending to over two hours of decadence at the table. It did not improve Kari's sobriety.
After Ann scooped up the last bit of ice cream, she saw a dribble of sauce on Kari's chin. "Kari," Ann motioned with her napkin.
Kari dabbed at the wrong corner of her mouth. After several tries Ann reached out and gathered the syrup with the tip of her finger. She giggled as she showed Kari the sticky sauce.
