Nancy was out trying to sell houses. Bill had decided to stay home and do some household chores. Their youngest child was a sophomore in college and they were empty nesters. He was planning dinner, too. A hollandaise sauce would go with salmon and vegetables that he would grill. A quick chocolate mousse for dessert would complete the meal. Several years ago Nancy had told him that she had cooked for twenty years. She expected him to cook for the next twenty. He had taken some classes and did easy stuff. She still cooked a lot, but she enjoyed his offerings.
Those among you who are married, will not wonder why he was being so domestic. Bill was building brownie points so he could score tonight. As the manager of a software development group for a major consulting company, the last two months of work had required a lot of travelling. It had been at least four weeks since he had met Nancy under the covers.
Nancy would be tired when she came in. The collapse of the housing market meant that now she was spending long hours with little income. He would send her up to take a bath. He would fetch a glass of wine for her. A pretty and sexy peignoir and nightgown would be laid out on the bed for her to don after the bath.
Bill envisioned that she would reward him for today's efforts by teasing glimpses of her breasts as she ate. Perhaps she would run her foot up his leg as they ate together at the table. After dinner they would have cognac in the living room as she talked about her day. The nightgown he had selected had a long slit up the front. She would arrange her legs to give him a nice show. Since last fall she had been going to the gym three times a week. Now that warm April days had come to Atlanta, he was frequently seeing a pair of nicely toned legs. A disappointment was that she wouldn't show off those legs in high heels. Tonight she would rearrange her legs ala Sharon Stone and tease him with brief views of the delight between her thighs.
Bill's plan was eventually to expose her slim body and go down on her while she sat on the couch. She would orgasm. Then they would move to the bedroom. Some oral action on her part would prime him for the final act. If he was lucky, first thing in the morning would be a repeat of the final act that night.
Or maybe not. Even after all these years Nancy was still shy about her body in the light. They married right after college, but even when they were newlyweds they only made love with the lights on or during the day maybe once a month. After the children began arriving, it never happened.
By the time the youngest was in junior high, he was making a good salary at as a manager in the software consulting firm. With bonuses, his W2 might show over 200k in a year. About that time Nancy had wanted to go back to work, but with a flexible schedule. She studied and took the real estate agent's exam. Last year she had made in the high five figures.
With that combined income they had money for special trips. When they were away Bill would cajole her to show off what he thought was a beautiful body. She would sometimes go braless. Once when they were on a road trip, he got her to go braless and flash her tits twice. It was only because they were driving out West and she could see that there was no vehicle near for miles. She never went braless in Atlanta outside the house.
On a vacation to the Caribbean Bill managed to make love to her on the balcony late at night under the moonlight. Another day on that same vacation didn't work out as well. They had had a great day lying in the warm sun on the beach. After a shower to get the salt water off, she had put on a sundress. It was self-bra so all she had underneath was a pair of panties. After a delicious dinner at one of the resort restaurants with many glasses of wine, he leaned across the table. "Would you do something for me?"
"What?" she asked.
"Please go to the lady's room and take off your panties."
"What!"
"It's only about a hundred yards back to our room, please?"
"What do you think I am? Paris Hilton? Britney Spears? Some other slut that can't keep her legs together?"
It had turned into a chilly night. He never asked her again.
***
About 5 PM she dragged in and Bill put his plan into action. "Tough day, honey?"
"Too much showing, not enough buying."
"Why don't you go up and run a bath. I'll bring you a glass of wine in a few minutes. I've got dinner ready to go when you're finished."
"Sounds wonderful." She kissed him on the cheek before heading upstairs.
Bill heard the water running. As soon as it stopped, he climbed the stairs. "Here you go." He pulled over the stool that she used when she was applying makeup, and put the glass of chardonnay on it.
"You treat me so good." She sat up to take a sip of wine. The soap suds from the bubble bath slipped off her chest. She smiled as he took in the sight of her hard nipples.
"I put something on the bed for you to wear when you get out."
"I hope it's something naughty," she said with a grin.
Bill just loved it when his plans came together.
***
He set china at the dining room table, two places catty-corner at one end. They had just started eating when she became quiet. Her face had a pensive look. "Is something wrong?" he asked.
"Bill, I'm having an affair."
"What did you say?"
"I'm having an affair."
Bill was stunned. He looked at her for several long minutes. She looked down at her plate.
"Who is he?" he hissed.
"Nobody you know – we know. Nobody I work with; nobody in our social circle. No one you'll ever come in contact with."
Bill's chest was tight. He couldn't seem to catch a breath. It was like he was choking. Was he having a heart attack? There was no pain, so probably not.
"I know this hurts," Nancy started. "I still remember your affair – "
"I never cheated on you!" Twelve years ago he had a long term project in Bowling Green, Kentucky. He was up there at least one week a month, sometimes three or four. He carelessly started an affair. After about three months Nancy accused him of it. Bill denied it and she had never produced any proof.
"Drop the act, Bill. I borrowed money from my sister and hired a private investigator in Bowling Green," she stated flatly. "It's not that big a place. He found Jane Hightower easily. Fortunately for you and for us, by that time you had already dumped her. That made her willing to talk about the three months she spent in your arms. She made sure I would have all the details."
"So I know about the hurt. But I got past it. Here we are, in love and still together. You can let me do this, too. I still love you, but this is something I've got to do. I'll come back to you. I won't deny you anything while this is going on."
"Am I such a bad lover that you need somebody else? Couldn't you have talked about what you wanted before you found somebody else?"
"You're a wonderful lover and I haven't found somebody else, at least not like you mean." She touched his arm. "This is something I fell into; something that's different; something that I need now that's different from what we've got."
