Friday, 7:30 PM to Saturday 9:30 AM.
I am retired but still quite active: I actually lost thirty pounds after I quit working; most people gain a few. I am fit, healthy, sexually excitable and sexually exciting. The last part is true, especially after what happened four days ago.
As I write this, my husband is out on a manufactured journey. Manufactured or contrived? Semantics don't matter. We are apart to sort out the past few days. This Chapter is from the time I met Rex until the following morning, when I went back for more.
Friday, 7:30 PM. The Beginning
We don't go out as much as we should. Few couples do, and we had fallen into the evening rut of TV news, Jeopardy, one or two series (taped or live), more wine than we should drink, and bed. Friday evening, though, we had tickets to political meeting/art show/fund raiser for one of our causes. Venue was an old church downtown. Drinks were reasonable, food sparse, weather awful. Temperatures had been close to triple digits (F) for days and Mother Nature was venting her fury in the form of violent thunderstorms, with high winds and golf ball size hail. We were en route when the rain slacked somewhat. Karl insisted on not paying for parking, so we left the car blocks away and made a run for it, to the church. I was a bit wet and a larger bit grumpy by the time we arrived.
We had our complimentary cocktails and settled in. A few minutes into the musicians' gig, Karl went for another drink. A man of about my age came up to me and offered to buy me a drink. Karl did not come to my rescue. I said ok and the guy appeared ten seconds later with a replacement glass of white wine. He had noticed what I was having and had already gotten my favorite. Sweet! We tried chit-chat for a few minutes, over the hubbub. His name is Rex. He commented that band was bad and it was noisy, the politics stale, so would I mind stepping into the anteroom to talk? The doors had closed and we took advantage of the opportunity to speak, not shout. How much of an opportunity, I would find out soon enough. He was way taller than me; nattily dressed in tan khaki slacks and an Oxford shirt, boat shoes, no socks. While we talked, he did not face me full on, but rather turned his body a bit sideways. I think he didn't want to come on too strong, but I felt him gazing at me: my hips, my tits, and my hair. Rex smiled easily and tried to get closer every time I would explain this or that about myself or my life. He seemed genuinely fascinated by my former teaching career. He touched me every time he felt like he wanted to ask a question about school. Later, he told me he wanted to collect more of my aura, my aroma and my spirit. He was a widower, in town for a conference starting Monday. He got bored and took a walk and ended up here. Much later I learned he was the president of his organization and was a major authority on his craft. He would be giving the keynote address. His company was so appreciative of his skills that he was given the few days off prior to the meeting, to prepare and settle himself in. He was modest about his accomplishments. Rex was staying at the swankiest hotel, four blocks from where we met. Rex complimented me not on my weight loss, but how easily I moved. He asked about my marriage, my love life, if we slowed down at all, yet. I told him my husband Karl was retired, older than me and not in as good a shape as I was. "Hmmm. I have my answer." he said. I quickly told him I had never been unfaithful. Yes, I like sex. Yes, I wish there was more.
In no time it was intermission! We knew we had skipped the opening part and needed to return to the auction: we had to 'swim upstream' against the tide of people moving outside for fresh air or a smoke. I went first; Rex guided me with his hand gently on my backside for support. I had almost made it inside when a giant of a woman ran right into me! I tittered backward and Rex caught me, but his hand, previously resting on my butt, went straight for the gap between my cheeks. His fingers almost touched my pussy and I loved it! We got inside and there was husband. I apologized and introduced Rex. They shook hands warily but neither caused a scene.
Rex knew how to talk to women, but he knew how to charm the gents as well. He had Karl talking about fishing, the historical areas around, politics and even whiskeys. Rex owns a vintage Miata convertible, one year younger than ours. They guffawed when they learned that each had their Mazdas painted the same color: British Racing Green. Karl hung on every word of Steven's insights into restoration. Steven got a lecture on our local heritage.
When the event ended, Rex invited us back to his hotel bar for a nightcap. Neither husband nor I was sure what to say. I guess the liquor did the talking, because we agreed. Our car was six or seven blocks one way, the hotel four the other. We agreed that Karl would go back and get our car; Rex loaned him the parking garage card that was previously useless; my new guy and I would walk back and husband would join us at the bar.
We held hands and spoke in hushed tones, secretly sharing our feelings. I made a comment about being picked up by a stranger. He responded that he had never picked up a 'lady of the night' before. "I'm not a lady of the night." "But you can kiss like one? Give it a try." The embrace lingered longer than I thought it should, just flirting. He pushed his tongue into my mouth. I took it and did a sucking thing like I do with Karl's tongue, pretending it is his dick. Rex said, "You could be a whore if you wanted. You are good at kissing and listening." We walked on. I told him I had never slept with another guy. "Tonight is as close as I had ever gotten." For a while, I thought I was on a job interview to be a lady of the night. We chatted about our sexual experiences. Yes, we watch porn, but I only like the ones with a plot. No, I had never seen an uncut penis; but for clinical purposes, I would be curious. Yes, I shaved 'down there'. My husband and I had toyed with the pillow talk idea of a threesome, but we would never act on it. He understood. "Lots of guys imagine their wives playing around. It is a turn-on for both spouses. Each gets something out of the fresh relationship." Rex had allowed his wife several dalliances and it made their marriage even stronger. It was not love, not exactly lust, just the intense feeling of making someone else cum. He was using language that was getting rougher.
The hotel bar was crowded. Rex explained that Thursdays and Friday nights were the busiest for these establishments. Conventioneers were done with their business and bags were packed for the flight home in the morning. For those out-of-towners looking for IT, this was the last chance to find IT. We found a small table in the back, enough for two persons, two drinks and a bowl of pretzels.
Karl arrived, found us in our corner. Karl had to find a vacant chair and bring it back to our space. I kept my seat and Rex did too, so Karl sat in front of us. Rex had already ordered a whiskey for Karl and then another, so there were two very expensive whiskeys waiting. That calmed him down. We three spoke like old friends. I admit I enjoyed the attention of two virile men, competing for my attention.
Rex was first to excuse himself to the rest room. When he was out of earshot, I told my husband what a great time I was having. "Do you want it to go further?" he asked. That premium whiskey must have gone straight to his powers of reasoning. I was aghast! Then I thought about it: Rex had been touching me all evening, making suggestive comments, inquiring as to my life and routines. It was my husband who started such talk months ago. Was this the night? Karl asked that if anything does happen, would I tell him all about it. The ball was in my court.
