This is a work of fiction, intended for adults only.
* * * * *
The next morning I was up early despite having been up late, with the very pleasant diversion I had found in Angie. While in the shower, I had been thinking of all the things I wanted to try with her. It brought a smile to my face, to think of the look on old Jon's face when Angie walked into their house and told him of her experiences since he had last seen her. My smile got even wider, when I thought of what I had told her to tell him about the weeks to come. The old saying came to mind be careful what you wish for, you just may get it.
I wrapped a towel around my waist, and grabbing another to dry with as I headed over to the phone to call down for some breakfast. I hadn't had a lot to eat last night, what with the way things had turned out. Having made the call, I went back in to shave. After shaving, I threw on a pair of oversized boxers and a T-shirt, and kicked back to watch the morning news.
A while later, after eating, I straitened up the room, and sat back to wait for Angie to get there. At about nine forty- five there was a soft knock on the door. I opened it to find a very nervous Angie standing there, looking anywhere but at me. I stepped aside, to let her come in from the hall.
She looked up and down the hallway, and then slipped in staying as far away from me as the entrance allowed. She went into the room and stood facing me, as I came back from locking the door. She had on a white, one-piece dress, with what looked like a man's white jacket. The jacket was open down the front, to show the full front of the dress. It molded around her body, and clung to the roundness of her belly. Her hair was dark brown, thick, and slightly curly parted in the middle to hang back over her shoulders. She stood there, kind of wringing her hands, and trying not to look too nervous. I continued toward her, and saw her stiffen. I brushed past her, hearing her sigh in relief.
"Good morning," I said as I passed. "Sleep well?"
"No, I didn't sleep well, and no, it's not a good morning. Look I don't think I can do this. I don't think I can do what you want me to do," she in a rush. "I don't know what happened to me last night, but I don't think I can handle this. I'm not that kind of woman, at all. The way you saw me, all dressed up like that, all made up, I don't usually look like that. I don't usually act like that," she said blushing. "I'm not some glamorous call girl, or anything like that. I'm just a plain house wife, that was trying to do something for her husband."
As I sat on the bed I said, "Well first of all, you are far from plain. Secondly, you don't know what I want you to do. You saw a side of your self, last night, you've never seen before and it scared the shit out of you. For the next two weeks just open your self up to all the things you've always wanted to try, but you couldn't, because you were either married or just didn't think you should.'
"You know I was there last night. You may not think of yourself as being sexy, but you are far more then just a plain housewife. That woman you showed me last night is standing in front of me right now. You may think that isn't you, but you know what, it is. All you have to do is let it happen, and you could open yourself to a world pleasure that you've never felt before. You think that I don't know what you felt, last night? I watched you totally open up to me, and that is just the beginning. The orgasm that you had on my hand last night was nothing compared to what's to come.'
"You said that you were there just to do something for your husband, but I don't believe that. You could have left at any time, but you didn't. You know, it's not like you didn't know what I was after. And those other guys that tried before me were after the same thing. You knew from the beginning that we were all after you for the same reason, and you kept that pretty ass planted on that stool."
"I stayed there as a promise to Jon. I told him that I would stay there for an hour, and he made me promise. And yes I did know what you guys wanted from me, but I also thought that I could just get up and leave when I wanted. After you stated in on me while I was drunk, I kind of lost control."
"Look, I didn't do anything to stop you from leaving. And I didn't take advantage of any drunk. I didn't force my self on you, or try to rape you. Once you got going, there was no stopping you. You are a very passionate woman; I don't think you wanted to get away as bad as you want to believe. What did you tell Jon when you got home? Did you tell him everything that I did to you?"
"What is said between my husband, and I is none of your business," she said looking at me coldly.
"Okay, let's talk about what is my business. Why are you here now? You know if you were coming here trying to deny what happened, and want to go back like nothing has happened, go head. There's the door. But I look at you there in that little dress, with your hair down, it doesn't look like you came here to brush me off."
She lowered her eyes blushing. As she did, her dark hair fell from behind her shoulders, and hid her face. I got up and went over to her. Parting her hair with my fingers, I slipped my hand around the back of her neck. With my thumb at her jaw, I lifted her face and saw the tears that had started to fall. I lifted my other hand, and put it around her neck under the hair on the other side, uncovering her face completely, and looked into those pale eyes.
Using my thumbs to wipe away the tears I said, "Look, you don't have to feel guilty about enjoying what you felt. Pleasure is supposed to feel good. You know, you aren't going to forget it either. Life's too short to waste on regret."
Slipping her head between my hands she lowered her face. "No I haven't forgotten, but what am I supposed to do? I cheated on my husband," she said.
"Did you tell Jon what happened?" I asked
With her head down, she nodded that she had.
"Was he as upset over it as you are?"
She didn't acknowledge the question.
"Did you tell him what to expect in the near future?"
She nodded yes, again.
"Was he upset over THAT?" I asked.
Again there was no acknowledgement.
"So your only reason for not wanting this, is because you enjoyed yourself too much."
Moving my hands down from her neck, I pushed the jacket off her smooth, round shoulders. I let its weight drop it to her wrists, and then pulled it and her into me. With her hips against my thighs, and her forehead against my chest, I held her to me. I could feel her trembling.
"Did you tell Jon everything," I whispered, "including what he was supposed to do to you, for me?"
I felt the smallest movement of her head against my chest.
I lowered the jacket from her hands, and removed it. I moved away from her, and put it over the back of the chair, that was at the desk. Turning back, I saw her standing there, her shining dark hair still hiding her face. I moved back over to her, and stood there for a second. Kneeling I slid my left hand up from her ankle to behind her left knee, and lifted slightly. When her foot left the floor, I removed the slipper like white leather shoe. Her legs were very smooth. I moved to her right leg and removed that shoe also.
Standing, I moved around behind her. There was a hank of hair that had stayed on her back that I brushed around over her right shoulder. I took hold of the tiny zipper tab, and started to lower it between her shoulder blades. I held the tab between my right thumb, and middle finger, which allowed me to trail my index finger down her spine. As the zipper went down, her back arched beautifully. There are few things, in this world, more beautiful then the long, smooth arch of a woman's naked back. The zipper stopped just before her ass.