“I think you want to try it.”
She was quiet.
“Let’s set up a conversation with Miguel.”
Chapter 24
We emailed Miguel who seemed surprised to hear from us. More than a week had already passed and he figured that we had found someone else. He was a gentleman, though, and said how much he liked our ad and how it would be a great pleasure to “work with” us. We set up a time for a phone conversation.
We bought a new pay-as-you-go cellphone and used it to call him. Sally was the one to speak to him. She was wearing a sleeveless nightgown with straps. As she sat and called, nervously, I stood behind her so I could hear the tenor of his voice, which was deep and rich. They exchanged a few pleasantries and then he took charge of the conversation, although I could only hear her side of the conversation.
“Thank you. I liked your photos too.”
“No, please. Real. Of course they’re real!”
“Thank you.”
“Please, you don’t mean that. I’m older than you think.”
She giggled.
“That’s my husband’s age.”
“No, we’re not unhappy. We just thought that this could be fun, a way to draw closer to each other. Does that make sense?”
“Totally.”
“Really? How many? And it’s really done that?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, I like that too.”
Her hand was wandering down her thigh and I could see her nipples stiffening. I reached into her nightgown and cupped her breasts, running my fingers lightly over her nipples.
“That sounds great.”
“I am. I am touching it now.” Her hand disappeared under her nightgown.
“He is here, playing with my breasts.”
“I don’t know.”
“Mmmmm.”
“Excuse me? Right, when? How about next Friday night?” I had already reserved a hotel room and written down the information for her. Just in case. She gave him the address and told him to meet us at the hotel bar.
“Yes. Me too.”
“Of course. We’ll bring them. Wait, how many?”
“Oh! They come in sizes?”
“OK. Yes. Uhmm… how much should we bring? You know, for your donation?”
“OK. I look forward to meeting you, Miguel.”
She got off the phone and moaned a little as I stroked her. Finally she got up.
“He sounded hot,” I said.
“Yeah.”
“I couldn’t hear him. What did he say?”
“He just complimented me and then some dirty talk.
“Fuck me, Steven.”
I did. When I woke up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom, though, I swear I caught her masturbating.
Over the next week Sally seemed distant. She was clearly fantasizing. I too had fantasies, as well as reservations. If he gave her more sexual pleasure than I did, well, what would that mean? I knew that this was about her, but what would my role be? In truth I knew that this was really about me. Could Miguel rouse in me the passion that had ebbed away? What a strange way to do it.
When Saturday came, we drove our children to my parents in Westchester. Just one night, we told them. We just needed some together time. We then drove to the hotel. We got there early and checked in. We had an hour to get ready.
“How do you prepare for something like this?” I asked.
Sally laughed and stepped into the shower. When she was done I got in.
When I got out of the shower, I saw that she was slipping on a sexy, tight-fitting black sleeveless dress. She had black stockings on and when she shifted in the chair the short dress rode up just enough that I could see snaps that must lead to a garter belt. She was wearing a thin gold necklace that I had bought her and her wedding ring. She fixed her makeup and hair. She wasn’t talking but I could imagine what she was thinking.
I got into a more casual khakis and button down shirt. I hadn’t really thought about dress and so didn’t pack anything nearly as fancy. She slipped on her heels.
“Shall we?”
Chapter 25
We arrived at the bar first and ordered cocktails. We were both nervous and wondered if he would show up. I almost wished he wouldn’t.
Just then he arrived.
He was in a slim gray suit with a tight white shirt open at the collar. You could tell he was in great shape. He wore brown loafers that could have been custom made. His gait was sure as he caught site of us and moved I our direction. I saw his dark curly hair, closely cut, and his fiery dark eyes. He had just a hint of stubble. There was something about him that reminded me….
His name was not Miguel. It was Emil, and he had been my freshman roommate at Harvard.
I thought I would have a panic attack. As I mentioned, our suite had mostly guys from similar upbringings as I had. Emil was a misfit in our suite. He had grown up lower middle-class in Los Angeles. He seemed strange and exotic to us. Mostly we froze him out. We never physically hurt him, but I do remember times when we would be verbally unkind, or laugh at him. He never confronted us but we saw less of him as they year went on as he found other people to hang out with. I hadn’t given him a second thought.
And now there he was, coming straight at us for the sole purpose of fucking my wife.
He was in front of us now, introducing himself as “Miguel.” We shook hands and he gave me a long look but said nothing. We had earlier told him that our names were Larry and Roberta. He must have recognized me but if he did he kept it to himself. We each had a drink and he tried to make some light conversation. He occasionally touched Sally’s shoulder or thigh to make a point. He was no longer the awkward, out of place slightly scrawny kid I knew. He was a sleek, charming Lothario.
“Are you ready?” he asked. Sally nodded. I had to go along at this point.
We went up to the hotel room. I was hoping that someone would stop us but nobody seemed to notice or care. I used my key card to open the door and held it open for Sally and then Emil.
The hotel room was reasonably sized and fairly typical in layout. The door opened to a short entrance corridor with the bathroom on the left and hanging space on the right. The wallpaper was a non-descript pattern in a slate blue. The corridor opened into the room, which had on the left an armchair and lamp first and then a king size bed. Across from the bed was a dresser with a television and a little further, toward the window, was a small desk and chair. Two large windows were next to the desk, parallel to the bed. It was dark out and the translucent curtains were drawn.
As I shut the door and turned around I saw Emil put his hand on Sally’s hips and turn her toward him.
“Are you okay with this? ”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Good, because I want you,” he said, kissing her deeply. Eventually they broke off. He looked quickly around the room and then took control.
“Sit on the bed, Roberta. I want to look at you. Larry, pull over that chair from the desk to this side and sit down in it.”
He shifted the armchair so it was directly in front of Sally, who was now sitting on the bed, her legs pressed together.
“No, not like that. Spread your legs for me.”
She did, shyly at first. He took off his jacket as he took her in. She was wearing black lace panties under the straps of the garter belt. He nodded in approval.
“Are you excited?”
“Yes.”
“Touch yourself.”
She moaned slightly at hearing the command and ran her fingers over her panties. He sat down and took off his shoes and socks. She was still wearing her high heels.