This is a continuation of my first two stories, so this would be Chapter 03
One day, about six-months into our affair, my older lover Henry asked me for something very unfair, "Let's take a trip together," he suggested.
He asked me that because we had been spending less and less time together. At the time, I was afraid my husband was starting to get suspicious. Nothing ever came of my worrying, but I remember being very apprehensive about sneaking away to see Henry.
Once, in his room, Henry had buried himself deep inside me - inch-by-inch contaminating me - and after we finished, I rolled off the bed and instinctively went to open a window to get the smell of sex out of the room. I slightly slid the drapes and immediately dropped to the floor when I caught a peek outside. I thought I had seen my husband down at the sidewalk looking up at the window. My world ended.
"What?" Henry asked me and went to look at the window. He saw that it wasn't my husband, just someone that barely looked like him. I confirmed it myself, but instances like those had become part of my life. And I didn't like it. So I thought Henry was being very insensitive asking me to go away with him, and I told him that with a lot of harsh words.
I didn't speak to him for many days.
During this time apart, one of my co-workers came up to me and informed me about a trip to Atlantic City. The hospital had made most of the nurses get some certification a few years before I arrived. My co-worker had asked me if I had the certification. If I did, then I could get in a free trip to Atlantic City, paid by the hospital, where a workshop was taking place for all those who had that certification. She and many others were more interested in a free trip than the actual workshop. I wasn't certified, but she handed me an information sheet anyway.
It wasn't until a few hours later, on my way home, that I realized I had found a perfect excuse that would allow me to get away with Henry.
I thought about what a few days away with Henry would be like. I pictured going-off some place, didn't really matter where, and simply walking around with Henry out in the open. Maybe even holding hands.Getting to spend nights with him. Whole nights. Saying things like "Good night," and "Good morning." Not having to rush while changing. Not having to cancel last minute plans. And, obviously, I thought about all the exhausting pleasure. It sounded amazing.
I was still mad at Henry then, so I didn't call him right away about this opportunity. But one afternoon I couldn't wait anymore, I had to cash that lottery ticket I had been handed. Before checking with Henry if he could even get away or not, I casually told my husband about Atlantic City. I handed him the information sheet so he could see when and where it was. I didn't think he would care to read the entire thing.
He didn't.
My husband didn't see a problem with any of it. He was more worried about me losing money at the casinos. He told me right away that I was a terrible gambler, but that I should knock myself out anyway. When I got a free chance later, I called Henry and we talked about it.
After making up over the phone, Henry asked me for details. When? How many days? And if we could do it, where did I want to go?
I told him the girls were leaving Friday night in a few weeks then, and getting back the following Monday morning. So I had to be back by then, and that, "I don't really care where we go," but obviously not Atlantic City since there was a chance we could be running into my friends walking around town.
He stayed quiet for a little while, I could practically hear him thinking, and then he came back with, "I have a friend with a house in upstate. He was renting it out to a couple of goofs, but he kicked them out a while back ago. I doubt he's already rented it out, he asks for a lot of money."
"Did you tell him about us?" I asked him, worried that he might have.
"No, no," Henry said. "He won't be there, like I said. He rents it out and I doubt someone took it already. I'll check. I'm sure if I ask him that he'll let met stay there. But, now that I think about it, I'm not sure if it's furnished or not anymor. I'll check that too. Listen, we could just go somewhere else. Fly, maybe, to Florida? I'm just talking aloud here, where do you want to go?"
"No, no," I said. It didn't sound practical flying anywhere either. A picture came in my mind of me missing a flight and getting stuck someplace without being able to get home. "Your friend's house sounds nice," I said.
Henry called me back an hour or so later and told me that his friend's house had not been rented, we could stay there if I wanted to, but that it was not furnished.
I told him yes and he promised to go up there beforehand and buy a few things to put around the house. He especially mentioned a bed.
We still had a few weeks before our trip and plenty of time to plan. And worry. I kept getting nervous thoughts. I worried about my husband running into someone from the hospital and asking them about Atlantic City. I knew the chances of that happening would be small. I couldn't picture my husband walking up to anyone he didn't know very well and asking them questions. He wasn't that type of person, but I was nervous. So the thoughts came anyway.
Henry, on the other hand, was calm.
He came up with all these plans and back-up plans for our trip. Like if my husband wanted to drop me off at the bus stop - where my co-workers were supposed to board the bus for Atlantic City- what would I do?
"Just get on the bus and drive away with everyone," Henry had planned. "Wait ten minutes and tell the driver you changed your mind and want to get off. You're sick. I'll follow the bus and pick you up at the side of the road."
"They'll think that's odd," I said. "I don't want to do that."
Henry frowned and said, "Then I'll pick you up in Atlantic City." He was anxious about wanting this thing to happen. I was too, but at time it felt like maybe it wasn't worth it. I spent one day thinking about calling the whole thing off, and the next all excited about going.
