Melissa and I both masturbated through a short lull in the conversation. There was no doubt that she was replaying in her mind the secret events of the party. I hungered to know what she knew, to see the images that she saw, and to hear the sounds she heard. I starved! I had no choice but to ask.
"Tell me," I said.
"Hmph!...Tell you what?"
"Tell me about the motion sickness."
"So you
do
want to hear about your wife with another man?"
"Yes. Everything." I finally admitted it plainly.
"Mmmm...there's not much to say about that. Although that story starts earlier than you think it does."
"Yeah, the conference. Greg and Lisa flew out to meet you there."
Melissa suddenly stopped masturbating. I wasn't sure if it was a look of guilt or fright or worry on her face. "That's not what I meant," she finally replied. Another moment passed before she spoke again. "But you're not wrong. Was it the green dress?"
It took some quick thinking for me to figure out what 'the green dress' was in reference to and then to make the connection to the conference. "Yeah. You packed it in your suitcase to go to the conference, but I never saw it again. And it was after the conference that you stopped initiating sex with me. I didn't put it all together until after the party." A good lie, I thought, as it completely covered up my method of inspecting the cell phone records. By this time I had been distracted from my lust, so I had stopped masturbating.
"I want you to know that it was never my plan," Melissa said. "It was supposed to be just Lisa and me."
"Whose idea was it?" I asked.
"It was mine," she answered. She waited for a response from me, but with none forthcoming, she continued. "Look, I was attracted to Lisa from the start, just as she was to me. It didn't take long before we started fooling around. Some kissing, some touching, that's all. It continued like that for weeks. I never thought I would allow it to go further than that because of my love for you and our marriage. But then one day, right after lunch, Lisa and I were in my car in the restaurant parking lot and we started kissing, and it got a little hotter than usual. By some coincidence we were both wearing skirts that day, so my hand was stroking her bare leg and her hand was stroking mine as we kissed. I guess I was lost in the moment, because when her hand slid up underneath my skirt and her fingers slid past my panties, instead of pulling her hand away, I opened my legs and reciprocated. She and I made out and fingered each other like that until she made me cum right there in the driver seat. And it didn't take long at all, probably because it was so exciting to do it in broad daylight in public.
"After that incident, of course I felt incredibly guilty, but at the same time I couldn't wait for it to happen again. Being sensible, though, I resolved not to allow anything more in public. I wanted to be careful. Once I suggested going over to her house, and that's when she finally told me that Greg is her husband. It is true, by the way, that she specifically sought me out when he suggested it. It all certainly came as a shock to me.
"I was weirded out and avoided Lisa for a couple weeks, but she was persistent in her apologies. She swore that she never told Greg anything about our friendship, that he didn't even know we had met, and that it was a total secret between us, so eventually I agreed to meet up with her again. Just as our friendship was back on, so was our fooling around. Right away I knew I wanted more. With the conference coming up, I suggested that she join me so that we could be alone for a couple days, forget about everything else, and totally enjoy one another."
"It was a full-blown affair between you two," I commented.
"I suppose it was. We planned to meet at the hotel restaurant for dinner the night before the conference. I put on my green dress because I wanted to look my best for her. Do you remember what Lisa wore at the party?"
"Some sort of flowing white linen outfit," I answered.
"That's what she wore to dinner that night. We got a booth and sat next to each other, and all throughout dinner we drank wine and relaxed and had an amazing time. We got closer. After we ate, we stayed and drank more wine, and before long my skirt was hiked up and my legs were parted enough to allow her to secretly fingerfuck me under the table, hidden by the tablecloth. This time, though, I managed to pull her hand away before she made me cum. The restaurant's bar was closing anyway, so we left. I called you on my phone from the hotel lobby to say good night. But of course I had no intention of going to sleep. After I hung up the phone, Lisa asked me to her room, and I gladly accepted. We almost got caught by a hotel security guard kissing and groping each other in the elevator. I don't think that I had ever been so wet just from the anticipation of sex."
"That doesn't hurt at all," I remarked sarcastically.
"Well, you have to know that to understand what happened next."
Melissa leaned toward me and stretched out to lay herself down on her right side, then draped her left arm across me and began to gently stroke my chest before continuing her story.
"We entered her room and Greg was there, sitting on the edge of the bed wearing only a pair of blue boxer shorts, watching television."
"Holy shit."
