This is a fictitious story, and all fictitious sexual activity is between consenting fictitious adults.
"Je serial impitoyable" ... "I shall be pitiless" Adolph Thiers.
Beth Aldridge had no idea why she was bearing her soul to a man she was certain she had never met. Maybe it was his deep blue eyes that looked so caring. Perhaps the few flecks of grey hair made her think of him as wise. Or maybe it was simply that she was quite certain she would never see him again.
Honestly, she couldn't recall the beginning of the conversation, but here she was, a thirty-one-year-old happily married for six years wife telling some stranger her deepest, darkest secrets.
"I cheat on my husband," she said barely above a whisper.
This drew a quizzical smirk from her new friend, maybe even a knowing glance that meant, "I don't believe you, but I'll play along."
"Oh really," he replied out loud, "Do tell Mrs. Aldridge."
"Well, it's not often and only with the same couple of men, I mean I'm not a slut who fucks around with just anybody."
"Hmmm, tell me more. Is this because your husband is wimp who gets off on your disrespect and humiliation?"
"No, never not at all. Mike is all man. He's strong and accomplished. He'd never stand for it if he knew what was happening."
"Perhaps he neglects you or even worse abuses you in some way?"
"No, no, no, nothing like that. He's a loving and kind husband. We enjoy intimacy, both emotional and physical all the time." She giggled at herself as she thought about sharing even the smallest portion of her married sex life with a stranger.
"Then, if you don't mind me asking, since you brought it up, why would you cheat on a man who seems to love, support and provide for you so well?"
"No, I don't mind since you are a total stranger and I'll never see you again. I need to cut loose every once and a while. I teach high school English composition and I'm well respected by my peers, students, and the community in general. Every so often, I need to be a bad girl. I need a man to take me and use me as his fuck toy. I don't want hugging, or cuddling, or pillow talk. I want to be plowed and used like a common whore."
Suppressing a smile, the stranger continued to pry. "Why not just tell hubby what you need. If he's the man, you describe I'm sure he'd be happy to play with you when you have a fantasy."
"Oh my, I could never," Beth replied, even blushing a bit. "Mike is the best ever. I can't wait to start having kids with him. I think we're going to begin trying right after Christmas. He's my knight in shining armor, he'll be the father of my children and the person I respect more than anything. I could never ask him to bend me over and make me his bitch."
"So," the stranger began leaning in a bit further and lowering his voice, "Who are the lucky men who get to use you like a whore when you get these urges."
"Dr. Davidson and Coach Glenn. Dr. Davidson is the principal at my school and Coach Glenn is the head football coach. I was only doing coach, but Dr. Davidson caught us and the price for his silence was a piece of the action. A piece of my mouth, ass, tits, and pussy." Again, she blushed wondering how she could say such things so flippantly to this heretofore unfamiliar man.
For the first time the man appeared slightly troubled. A look crossed his face that was a combination of surprise, angst, and perhaps even sorrow.
"Well, it has been quite interesting and enlightening talking with you Mrs. Aldridge. Perhaps I'll see you again sometime and we can continue our chat." The man rose from his chair and made his way to the door.
"Uh, OK sure. See you around. Hey by the way, what is your name?" She never got an answer. He was gone. "My that was odd," Beth thought to herself. She then picked up her phone and hit the button she thought was speed dial for her mom. She got her sister-in-law in Poughkeepsie.
Three weeks later, Mike Aldridge was sitting in the back of O'Malley's Pub in the center of Sterling, Virginia about twenty minutes from his home in Reston. It was close enough to not arouse the suspicions of his invited guests, but far enough away that it would be highly unlikely to run into any family or friends.
Seated across from him looking nervous were Dr. Ed Davidson and Coach Philip Glenn.
Mike Aldridge was a rising star in the DC world of influence. He was Princeton educated with deep Virginia roots dating back to the early 1700's. He was a junior partner at Lee, Hamilton & Fox, a prestigious lobbying firm that was known for getting results from both side of the isle. Rumor had it he was a shoo-in for full partner within three years. That would make him the youngest full partner in the history of L, H & F.
Mike was also a huge supporter of the high school where his wife Beth worked. He helped get at-risk kids into tutoring, raised money for the sports and theater programs and in general, supported the school in any way he could. Therefore, it wasn't a crazy notion to either Davidson or Glenn that Mike wanted to chat. It was the fact that he wanted to meet with just the two of them alone. While slightly anxious, they thought perhaps he was flying out of Dulles later and this made for a convenient spot to connect.
However, they were about to learn the true nature of the topic and it had nothing to do with proximity to the airport.
Although nervous, Davidson and Glenn had plopped down in the booth with Mike. They greeted him cordially but noticed he didn't stand to shake their hands.
"Have a seat gentlemen" he offered waving the server over. "What are you drinking? It's on me."
