It was a beautiful warm spring evening as I sat at a bar alone. Why was I alone? Because my husband was working late again. My husband is a senior partner at a law firm in the city; he has a lot going on and people depend on him. He tells me it will not be like this forever, but it has been like this for the past 15 years.
My husband Tom is 10 years older than me, and he assures me that he is retiring at 55, "Just another five years I promise," he says. Do I believe him? No. He loves his job, especially his pro bono cases. He loves to help people who can't afford an attorney, "Public Defenders are court-appointed monkeys," Tom says.
I met Tom at my court date 17 years ago. I was in court because of a speeding ticket. It was my 3
rd
. My ticket was bad, 60 in a 20 in front of a school. I was worried that I might get my license taken away, so I ended up with a court-appointed attorney to plead my case. Well, I thought I had an attorney. Something happened and I found myself alone trying to figure out what to do.
The judge asked me, "How do you plead?"
Of course, I said, "Not guilty," and then followed that up with "but my attorney isn't here."
"That's not the court's problem," the judge said.
"Your honor," Tom came from out of nowhere, "traffic, you know how Long Island can be." I'm going to need a few minutes with my client, and I don't think we need to waste the court's time to resolve this matter. I'm sure we can resolve it with the Assistant DA."
"Tom," the judge said, "work it out with Brian," Brian was the Assistant DA.
"Thank you, your honor," Tom said.
The judge then looked at Tom and shook his head, but I didn't know why at the time. A few years later when Tom and I were married, the same judge told me that Tom was a ladies' man, and he knew that Tom wasn't my court-appointed attorney. He also told me that I was the only woman that was able to tame Tom.
Back to my evening alone at the bar. It was my 40
th
birthday and Tom planned a nice evening out with no kids. We have twin girls that my mom had for the weekend.
So, I was sitting at the hotel bar where we were spending the night, and I was drinking much too much while I was waiting for Tom.
Tom promised me he was going to leave work early. Tom works in the city, and the train ride takes over an hour to get home. Tom said he would be home by 5:00 pm, I laughed when he told me. "Kelly I'm leaving early today." Okay! I responded.
Well, Tom called me, and said "I'll meet you there at 5:30," which then turned into a text, not even a call, telling me
"I'm running late"
duh!
Well, it was 7:00, and I was pissed at Tom and had been drinking martinis since 5:30. That's when a very handsome man approached me.
"What's a pretty woman like you doing drinking alone?" I knew a pickup line when I heard one, but I didn't care.
"Mind if I sit here," he asked, and I gave him a nod of approval.
"My name is Jerry," he said. I saw the wedding band on his finger, so I didn't know if that was his true name or not. I just shook his hand but didn't give him my name.
Jerry, who should have gone with Ken, as in Ken and Barbie because that's who he looked like.
As we sat and talked, there was just something about Jerry. I found Jerry to be handsome, witty, and very confident. Those are three things that a drunk girl loves in a man. And a stupid drunk girl named Carol, that's me, fell for it.
I got another text from Tom,
"Carol, I'm so sorry. I will be there by 9:00; I'm on the train now,"
I didn't even bother responding.
Jerry bought another round before telling me what he wanted to do to me. I was a little shocked at how forward he was, but I had to see if he could, and the alcohol made my decision much easier. At about 7:30, I was on my way to Jerry's hotel room.
I don't know if it was the alcohol, me being pissed at Tom, or both, but I found myself in bed with Jerry. Was I thinking about Tom, did I feel guilty? I don't know if I felt anything but Jerry's 8-inch dick in me. So, no, my drunk ass was not thinking about Tom.
Look Tom has a nice six to six in a half-inch dick and I love it and I love Tom; but do you know how big eight inches is and what it feels like? Jerry's dick was hitting spots that my dildo doesn't even reach.
But as good as it felt, I did keep an eye on my phone to see what time it was, and at 8:30, I told Jerry, "We're done here If you haven't cum yet, too bad."
I got up, went into the bathroom, cleaned up, fixed my hair, and checked on my makeup. I had told Jerry, "No glove no love," so he made sure to use a condom, which was good since I was going to be fucking Tom tonight, even if he had pissed me off, I loved him and I was not going to give my husband sloppy seconds.
Saying that just sound stupid since Jerry did just fuck me. But there's no mess to clean up. Fuck, I'm drunk and babbling, you know what I mean.
By the time I got back down to the bar, Tom was just walking in.
"Where did you come from?" Tom asked.
"The lady's room," I responded.
"Carol, I'm sorry, there's just so much going on at work."
"I forgive you, Tom. You love what you do and I'm proud of you."
We ended up skipping dinner and just had dessert and a few more drinks.
"You sure you want another drink, Carol?"
"It's my birthday and you only turn 40 once." I said slurring my words, "After I finish this drink, we're going to our hotel room, and you are going to lick my pussy and make love to me."
"You are drunk aren't you," Tom said with a smile.
Once in our room, I had Tom's pants and boxers off and his dick in my mouth. Tom's dick was DEFINITELY not as big as Jerry's, but I already knew that Tom's tongue would do a better job than Jerry's, and I wasn't disappointed. Tom is not a selfish man. He always takes care of my needs first. And since it was my birthday, my needs were satisfied over and over all night long.
The next morning, I wasn't feeling well; I felt as guilty as OJ Simpson and hoped I would get away with it too.
Tom and I walked into the dining room for brunch holding our mimosas that we were handed as we entered.
You probably saw this one coming didn't you, "Tom how are you?" a man asked. As I turned to see who it was, I choked and spit up my mimosa.
"Are you okay," Tom asked.
"I'm fine, it must have gone down the wrong pipe."
Holy fuck! What's the chance Tom would know the man I fucked last night?
"Jerry," I guess that was his real name. "This is my wife, Carol," Tom said as I was about to pass out.
"Glad to meet you, Carol," as he shook my hand. "This is my wife, Tina. Tina, this is Tom and Carol."
"Jerry, please join us for brunch," Tom said.
Oh my God! Could this weekend get any worse?
"So, what brings you to the Island? Tom asked.
"I had business on the Island yesterday, so I stayed here last night, and Tina drove out this morning to meet me for brunch. We're looking at a few areas to buy in. We're tired of living in the city."
"And it's time to start thinking about a family too, right Jerry!" Tina said.
"Yes, dear."
Oh, this guy is good. I'm nervous as hell and he's acting like it's the first time he's ever met me. He's talking about having kids with his wife after fucking me just last night.
Was I Nervous? Nervous is an understatement. Nervous is when you cheat on a spelling test, and you hope you don't get caught. I was beyond nervous; I was at that point where you're on death row, knowing your life is over and they're just testing the electric chair to make sure it works on the first try.
I must have thought I did enjoy talking with Tina. She was younger than me, maybe in her late 20s. Jerry looks like he's in his late 30s, maybe even 40. He was robbing the cradle just like Tom did with me.
Tom would always refer to me as his trophy wife. He wasn't wrong. I keep in shape, and I drive a Mercedes convertible. When Tom and I married, I was pregnant within six months, stopped working, and I have never worked a day again in my life.
I'm spoiled. The girls go to school while I go to the country club. I play pickleball with the other spoiled wives or we go to the spa. Fuck, why did I let myself be seduced by Jerry?
"Look at you two getting along so well," Tom said.
"If you guys find a place out by us, Tina you have to join the country club; we can have so much fun together," Join the country club, have fun together, what the hell did I just say? I just had sex with this woman's husband and now I was telling her we could have fun together.
"Do the two of you have plans for the rest of the day," Jerry asked.
This guy is killing me. I'm about to have a nervous breakdown and he wants to spend the day with us.
"I'd love to go to the wineries," Tina said. Of course, she would.
We finished breakfast and like a caravan, we drove to our house. Jerry in his car, me in mine, and Jerry and Tina following behind.
So, could this day get worse? Of course, it could.
"Carol, your house is beautiful," Tina said. Then Tom stepped in.
"I'll give you a quick tour and show you to your room."
YOUR ROOM!
"Honey," Tom said, "I told Jerry that he and Tina could stay with us for the rest of the weekend,"
"Tom that's a great idea; I wish I had thought of it." Just put the bullet in me now.
"Does anyone want a drink," I guess I was in a mimosa mood because I made a big one for myself and my new friend Tina was right by my side asking for one too. I did like her. She was fun and full of energy.
"Are you okay Carol? It's not like you to be drinking so much."
"I'm good Tom, just enjoying our company."
Tina and I were well on our way to our happy place when Tom said, "Carol, we need a cheese and cracker plate for the wineries."
You see, visiting the wineries on Long Island is an all-day event. You drive to each of the wineries, do some samplings, and sit out on the lawns eating cheese and crackers and fruit.