THE OTHER WOMAN
Author's note:
This was meant to be a fun BTB.
Hope you agree.
My thanks to cvmawirenut for his editing.
She came over to the nice-looking stranger at the bar who was nursing a beer. "Looking to get lucky tonight, handsome?"
"I've been looking to get lucky for years without success. Tonight is no different. What about you? Why are you here?"
"Celebrating a divorce. Honestly, I'm looking for some rebound sex before I lose my nerve. I don't want anything serious until I'm ready to look for Mr. Right #2. By the way, I'm Lena."
"Sandy, like Sandy Koufax. I take it my wedding ring doesn't deter you?"
"You may have on a wedding ring Sandy, but you don't 'look' married if you know what I mean."
"If you mean I look like I'm trying to survive a shitty marriage with some dignity attached, you're right."
"Why don't you just divorce her?"
"Finances. I can either divorce her and support her and her lovers while I'm in poverty or I can stay married supporting her and her lovers while I keep some money along with my blue balls."
"Well, in my case Sandy, my ex-husband found a girl with bigger boobs and more money than I make. I figure I got half of nothing much, but I lost nothing I valued."
"So, are we kindred souls enough to go to your place or a motel and exchange bodily fluids?"
"Well, it so happens I have a SUV in the parking lot. It has tinted windows. No back seat. There's a comfortable air mattress. And I have baby wipes available for clean up after."
"Damn, you came prepared."
"Sandy, I'm looking for lust in all the right places. Why waste time with the usual dating dance?"
Sandy threw down a $20 and followed her to her vehicle. "Do you want me to use a condom? I'm clean."
"You wouldn't lie to me about being clean, would you stud?"
"I'm clean as far as I know. If I was still fucking my wife, now then I couldn't swear to that. So, as far as I know my current sex partner, my hand, doesn't have any venereal diseases."
"Sounds good enough to me. As far as fear of pregnancy, I'm on the pill so we're 97 percent covered for that problem."
"I'll play those odds any day."
*****
AFTERGLOW
"So, Lena, how was it for you?"
"Oh, Sandy, that was the best sex ever! You touched me in places no man has ever been! You've spoiled me for anyone else. Woe is me!"
"Smart-ass!" They both laughed.
"Seriously, Lena, how do you feel being the 'other woman' now?"
"Actually, I had been thinking about that. It doesn't really feel like I'm helping you cheat. Do you feel like you're cheating on your wife?"
"More like 'getting even.' By my calculation, I'm about 1000 fucks from equaling what she has done."
"I don't think I can help you get even all in one night as interesting as it would be to try. I'm pretty sure I can get you one more fuck closer to your goal tonight though."
Their second session of the evening was slower and much more loving. Neither knew exactly what to say afterwards. It seemed they were both afraid of saying love words in the afterglow that would reflect feelings they might not agree with tomorrow. They got their clothes on in silence.
After getting out of the SUV, Lena remarked that she was going home. Sandy felt he had to say something. "Hey, if you get tired of your dildo, give me a call. I kind of enjoyed it, kiddo."
"Wow! Sandy! Talk about a ringing endorsement! If I'm that good at sex, I might have to start charging. . . . Sorry. Couldn't resist the sarcasm. Sandy, honestly, I enjoyed being with you. It felt good to have sex with someone decent and no hidden agendas. In fact, I wouldn't mind a re-match at all."
"Damn girl, if you're going to get that mushy, just forget it." They laughed a little and then gave each other a searing kiss good night. It was obviously meant to last in hopes of a next time.
Sandy went home, or, as he called it: the house in which he and his wife lived together sometimes. He was strangely content with how the evening had gone. Lena had reinforced his hope that there were some nice women out there not spoken for. He eased into bed and remembered the sight, feel, smell, and taste of Lena's slightly used body. Slumber came quickly.
The next morning, Sandy went downstairs to fix coffee. As the coffee was brewing, his wife Keri came in. She looked like she had too much to drink and too many of her holes abused. She looked at him and said, "What the hell are you looking at?"
"I refuse to answer on the grounds that the truth might get me killed."
"I suppose you think that is funny. Aren't you going to ask what I've been doing all night, my dear concerned husband?"
"I believe it's fairly obvious what you've been doing. Let me guess. I would venture to say you got drunk from alcohol for sure and maybe some other controlled substances illegal without prescription. You probably danced a lot, some dances with your clothes actually on. And I would say that all three of your holes were occupied at one time or another by the penises of several other men. So, did I guess right or not?"
"Well, smarty-pants, you're wrong. I didn't dance, clothes on or not. I just drank, smoked some killer weed, and fucked a dozen men of various ethnic groups. I let them have me any way they wanted. And you can't do a thing about it unless you want sloppy seconds."
"I'm working on it."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"I would explain it, but the two brain cells you have left don't seem to be communicating coherently right now. Why don't you go sleep it off while I go to work?"
"Before you leave, where's the fucking Tylenol?"
"I never knew Tylenol could fuck, but it's in the fucking medicine fucking cabinet, like fucking always."
"You don't have to be snarky about it."
"Yes, dear."
"Fuck you, you faggot."
*****
Time went by. Lena and Sandy had a couple of more dates that involved more than just sex, but each date did end with sex, sensuous sex. Lena was the one who decided to end it. She told Sandy she was feeling like she was in danger of wanting to get serious with him. Lena also felt more and more like she really was becoming the 'other woman' in Sandy's marriage especially because Sandy mentioned no progress towards being divorced. He didn't seem to be in a hurry if he was doing anything at all. Sandy said he understood her apprehension and asked if she wanted him to call her if things changed. Lena had little hope, but she believed in never saying never. She agreed to keep in touch.
More time went by without any major changes in Sandy and Lena's lives, however, both began to miss the other more as time went on. It was getting harder to conceal their feelings in the calls.
*****
SANDY'S ARREST
Sandy was watching TV when the doorbell rang, and accompanied by someone pounding on the door, too. He opened the door to see two policemen waiting there.
"Good evening officers. What can I do for you?"
"Are you Sandy Jackson?"
"Yes."
"And do you have a wife named Keri Jackson?"
"Unfortunately, yes." That answer took the policemen by surprise.
"I'm sorry to inform you sir, but your wife has been killed tonight."
"Really? How? A car accident? I hope not. We just bought her a new car."