I'm no Sherlock Holmes, but then again I didn't have to be that day. The little sports car parked in her driveway was the first clue she was having company. Familiar company. I glanced into the car seats as I sauntered past on my way into the house. Last time I checked, I'm still more than welcome to visit anytime. Even now. He's still smoking Camels and killing the taste with bubble gum. At least she's got good taste in a man but I knew that. Better taste than I do for sure. I gave it all a shrug, went up the back steps and through the door, stopping dead in my tracks. No need to be Sherlock Holmes at all indeed.
She'd worn the red sleeveless blouse. Nice choice, especially with the body she's got. It would have shown off one great set of assets, no doubt. Lungs that turn every straight man's head and some of the gay boys too. I surveyed the scene just inside the back door and put the pieces together in my mind. He arrived, parked and came in the back. She was waiting for him at the door. They kissed and then kissed again. My own heat rose as I imagined their passions growing. He swings her around, her back to the wall. The shirt's unbuttoned, no wasted time. She not only knows what he wants, she's going to give it.
The flimsy little bra laying on the kitchen floor was Clue Two. A little two hooker, the cups barely covering her and black at that. I've got a good set but she's even bigger. Totally, completely sexy wearing a little thing like that for a man. He saw that and it drove him wild. She wanted to get him in bed but he couldn't wait to unwrap his present. Let's see, he got it open, it falls, he mouths her breasts and wants to do her there. Maybe on the floor, maybe standing up but she wants too. Bed. She tells him take her to bed. He picks her up, carrying her in his arms. There's no slacks and panties laying in plain sight. Total conquest, she totally submits. Hell, she wants it as bad as he does. Oh shit.
Not only am I no Sherlock, I've got one lousy sense of timing. He was fucking her, he must have just gotten there five minutes before I arrived. Shit, I thought he'd been there a while, not just walked in the door. I froze in the middle of the living room, the two of them going at it twenty feet away in her bed, the reflection in the mirror telling no lies. Crumpled clothes by the bed, two bodies in heat. My feet felt like they were trapped in cement, I knew I had to split and I couldn't tear my eyes away. My God, he is one beautiful man and I am one flaming dumbass.
I could have had him. Me, being good, the loyal wife and all that bullshit. I could have had and I had to be so damn moral. Him, the silver tongued devil himself. I saw him suckle at her breasts and felt the shudder go through my body. I never let him but I should have. God, I should have, he is so beautiful. He could have had and he respected me. What I wanted. God, I was so stupid and he is so beautiful.
Him, that sweet little tour guide that took us on a one day adventure into Amish country through the university's non-credit program. An absolute charmer and a shameless flirt, he had every woman eating out of the palm of his hand. I know he had to be banging some of them, he just had to be. Not that I was sure but the bitches wouldn't have stopped him. Good looking, muscular, sweet talking, he just had to be doing the pussy. I just had to go out to lunch with him.
Three times we went out even though I knew I shouldn't. Hell, he was almost forty, I was twenty-three. I was married, for Christ's sake, and he sure wasn't, not that we talked about who he had been screwing. Three times and he never pushed. He never took me someplace I didn't want to go, but he never took me. I stared at the mirror, watching him mount her, and knew he could have. He could have had it all, more than just copping a feel, but I had to be so damn good. I had to be so damn moral one time in my life. She was opening her thighs, he was going to fuck her brains out and I had to be so damn moral. I closed my eyes, shuddered and felt the tears start to come.
It was a Wednesday afternoon, we'd been out to lunch that third time. I had to go to work that night but there was still plenty of time. We'd gone back to his place, me following in my car. Me packing condoms just in case, I admit it. I was nervous but I trusted him, trusted him more than I trusted the lout I married. Whatever was going to happen would happen, that's the way I looked at it. When he started looking at me as a woman, I was about gone. Then he kissed me, and then again. I wanted to be good and I wanted him so bad in a good, good way.
