The life of a travelling sales rep is odd, often fragmented and unpredictable. Maxim knows this - has always known it. He is a sales rep for an office machine company, and one day, not long ago, an itinerary change brought him, in the middle of his scheduled field trip, within striking distance of his hometown. "I'll just pop in for lunch. Surprise the hell out of Mollie!" he chortles to himself, as he swings off the freeway and heads for the house.
He doesn't think anything about returning home unexpectedly, and while he's never done it before, he doesn't even consider calling ahead. An unfamiliar car in the driveway vaguely puzzles him, and, as he parks behind it and enters the kitchen by the back door, some curious feeling of unease stops him from announcing his arrival. Instead, he cocks his head and hears noises from down the corridor, from the bedroom - voices and laughter and activity. So he tip-toes down the hall, and silently peers around the partially closed door.
Curiously, Max is not really surprised to see, naked and bouncing - or more like romping - on the bed, Mollie, his wife, with an equally naked stranger. Stranger to Max in any case, though it seems fairly obvious that he has more than a passing acquaintanceship with Mollie. "It is," Max thinks to himself, "almost too clichéd."
Holding still for the time being, he watches surreptitiously as Mollie, laughing and carrying on, dives between her lover's legs. She attacks the rampant boner with a gleeful gusto, pushing herself deep onto it, making herself gag; then, giggling around the shaft, rises back up to catch a breath, keeping her partner's cock-head in her mouth, before plunging back down, hard and deep, over and over! Max marvels at her exuberance. She is gobbling her lover up with an enthusiasm Max hasn't seen in years.
He watches as she shuffles up and positions herself over the steely erection - a proudly standing stiffy that even Max has to, reluctantly, admit is pretty impressive! Mollie lines herself up and carefully lowers herself onto the tip of the upright member. She beams down at her chuckling lover, who lifts his arms to grip her chest. Grabbing one of his biceps, she crooks the other arm, raising her hand over her head, and with a whoop and a whirl, she lets herself drop, impaling herself on the full length of his cock.
Max turns quietly and leaves them, unnoticed - she, riding her lover, cowgirl - bouncing and yipping and laughing. Max couldn't actually recall he and her ever having so much fun fucking.
When he gets home again, following the remainder of the field-trip, he asks her to join him in the living room - in a "We need to talk,"-sort of way. He gets right to the point, and, remaining very civil, he accuses her of cheating - explaining calmly how he knows. "So, how did this all come about?" he asks, actually wanting to know. Mollie is, oddly, no more surprised at being caught than Max is at catching her.
She describes a spontaneous, almost innocuous beginning, staring off in a kind of dreamy reminiscence. "We met at a crosswalk, actually. If you can believe it." Mollie shakes her head as if she has a hard time believing it herself. "We both felt we'd met before. Although we eventually determined, over coffee, that we hadn't. Still, mystified, we acknowledged an instant mutual connection."
She raises her gaze to meet Max's. "You were on the road, of course. So, without much discussion at all, we took a room." Shrugging her shoulders, she adds, "It was just kinda carnal instinct."
"...and why?" Max queries.
"Unexplainable," she claims. "Spur of the moment fling, maybe? To start, anyway. And, believe it or not, it was the first, and, indeed, only time I've strayed. Notwithstanding, good sex coupled with a bit of naughtiness made a repeat performance irresistible!" Max refrains from pointing out that wholesale adultery is rather more serious than 'being a bit naughty.' "It quickly developed into a full-fledged on-going affair." She flicked her brows in a subtle what-can-you-do gesture.
Max stares, his gaze blank, so Mollie goes on. "Over six months, now. However it began, we've become more than simply fuck-buddies." She pauses, and considers him for a time. Then, "So, in answer to the question you are about to ask: no, I am not willing to give it up." Not getting any response, she goes on. "It's partly your fault, you know, for being gone so often."
So it goes. It is an amicable separation, and the divorce goes through, without incident.
But Maxim suddenly finds himself having frequent, vivid fantasies of spontaneous, casual sex with strangers that he sees anywhere - in the mall, in the street, at the grocery store, eating in restaurants, drinking in bars, walking in parking lots, sitting in cars. While he is intrigued, he gives it little consideration, thinking it must simply be some sort of manifestation of his newfound loneliness, of which he is otherwise unaware.
Then, driving one day, something very odd happens. Without any warning, lots of light and noise engulfs the car - like being in an explosion without the devastation. Max thinks that, maybe, he just got struck by lightning. Whatever, it passes quickly, and after the sputtering engine and the gauges all come back on, and there is no physical damage apparent, Max just keeps on driving; nonetheless, he is shaken. Somewhat dazed and confused, he stops at the next roadside café.
Regaining his composure, he sits at a booth, and, nursing a cup of coffee, he casually begins watching the couple at a nearby table. "She's really quite comely," he decides, "sitting with her husband - or," he grins, "...her lover." Suddenly, Max imagines a simple erotic fantasy of spontaneous, casual, and satisfying sex, starring the anonymous stranger.
Minutes later, heading for the restroom in restaurant, Max catches the eye of woman diner. There is a strange connection, albeit brief - a sparkle, or some sort of palpable discharge. Whatever it is, the woman gets up as he walks by, and as he rounds the corner into the hallway, she pulls him abruptly into the disabled restroom. "I don't know what's come over me," she gasps, looking flushed and perplexed, "but, I'm sure you won't mind if I give you a quick blowjob!" Bewildered, Max simply nods, as she drops into a crouch and begins fiddling with his fly.
