I had to laugh. “So that’s your idea of married life? A nice dinner, conversation, maybe some TV, then we go to bed and not have sex?”
“Well, yeah,” he chuckled. “You know what I mean. You said you only have sex three times a week. I think this weekend used up our quota for the whole month. Tonight, we just sleep. But first, check your email. Maybe you have a response from Bill.”
I went downstairs to his office and logged on to my account. There was one from Bill. It read,
Re: I’M SORRY!!!!
Thank you for your email. I’m also in receipt of several emails suggesting that you spent the weekend in the company of another man. I think it’s best if we do not communicate until after I get home, to avoid any further misunderstandings. I will try to enjoy the rest of my trip. I should be home Saturday afternoon. We can talk then. This is not something that can be discussed via e-mail.
I read it three times. Well, I figured he would find out about Alex. I’m glad Bill is very level-headed. He’s right – this is a discussion we must have face to face. But I was saddened that he didn’t sign it “Love.”
I went upstairs and saw Alex watching TV. I told him what Bill wrote and he said, “I agree. You need to talk to him in person. Also, a few extra days will let emotions settle. Come sit with me and watch this show.”
I snuggled up to him and put my head on his shoulder. He put his arm around me, and I sighed in contentment. We stayed that way throughout the whole show.
After the show was over, we went to the bedroom. We took off all our clothes and got under the covers. I gave him a tender kiss, turned away and pulled his arm around me. I fell asleep in his warm embrace.
I woke up a little before the alarm would have gone off. I carefully moved Alex’s hand from my breast and got up. I went to the kitchen, put on an apron, and started to make breakfast. Up until now, I had made simple breakfasts, but today I had enough time to make something special. I was just plating it when Alex walked in, ready for work in his suit. He came behind me and kissed my neck. “I love your uniform,” he said, as he rubbed my bare ass.
“Don’t fondle the cook,” I chided. “Pour us coffees and sit down. I hope you like Eggs Benedict.”
“So, this is married life? I like it!”
“Well, no. If I had to work today, we would just have coffee and toast. But on weekends, I would try to make a nicer breakfast for us, or we would stop at a diner if we were doing something in the morning.”
He dug in. “Oh, this is good! Thank you. What are you going to do today?”
“I’ll probably call the office to make sure everything’s okay. Maybe relax on the deck. I have a lot of thinking to do. Then I’ll go grocery shopping. Will you be home for dinner?”
“As long as I have a beautiful woman waiting for me, I will,” he said, smiling. “I’ll be thinking of you all day.”
We finished and I followed him to the door. I gave him a quick peck and said, “This is how married people say goodbye.”
“No, it’s not.” He took me in his arms and gave me a long passionate kiss. “Whenever we separate, we never know if something bad will happen and we never see each other again. I want to make sure that our last kiss is memorable.”
I felt tears in my eyes. “Thank you, honey. Now go.”
As I cleaned up in the kitchen, I suddenly thought, “Wait! Have I been calling him ‘honey’?”
I got dressed, took my coffee to the deck. I enjoyed the cool of the morning as I looked out over the shimmering lake. My mind kept going around in circles. I love Bill! But I had to admit I had developed very strong feelings about Alex. Is that necessarily a bad thing? I’m not even sure if I have a chance with Bill anyway.
An hour later I called the office. I asked Natalie if everything was going well. “Everything is fine here,” she said. “But how are you doing? Are you home?”
“No,” I admitted. “I’m staying at Alex’s house.”
“Girl, are you still sleeping with him? Are you crazy? Or have you given up on Bill?”
“No! Well, I am sleeping with him, but we’re not having sex anymore. Nothing more than kissing. I’m just so comfortable here.”
“Beth, even if you’re not having sex, you’re still cheating on Bill! You can say that the weekend was a mistake, because you thought he was leaving you, but you can’t say that now.”
“After last weekend, I don’t know for sure that he’s not leaving me. Bill sent me a very cold email. He said not to contact him, but that we’ll talk when he gets home. Even if he doesn’t divorce me, I don’t think we’ll ever be the same.”
“Is Alex there now?”
“No, he’s at work. He’ll be back at six. I’m going to make Beef Stroganoff.”
“So, you’re acting as his wife for the week.”
“I suppose so. Well, except for having sex, of course.”
“‘Of course.’ Beth, think of what you’re doing! You hurt Bill badly, but he loves you! Don’t risk that over a guy you’ve known for four days. Bill will never forgive you if you become infatuated with another man. Look, I’ve got to go but think long and hard today about what you want.”
I promised her that I would. But I just didn’t know how Bill would react. I couldn’t imagine how badly he must have felt, after spending so much time and money to give me what he thought I wanted, only to have me throw it all into his face and run off. Then, while he had to go alone on the vacation we were supposed to share, I took a vacation from our marriage. My own little orgy – I mean, if it’s possible for two people to have an orgy, then we certainly did. I guess that every minute I spend with Alex, or even in his house, I’m extending that vacation, and adding to my betrayal. I really should just go home right now and wait for Bill.
On the other hand, I did promise Alex that I would fix him supper. And I shouldn’t just leave without saying goodbye. After all, he was very good to me. If Bill can forgive me for my little “orgy,” he can certainly forgive my staying a few days at a friend’s house. Meanwhile, I decided to take advantage of the house while I was there. I went downstairs to where Alex had a small gym. I worked my upper body with his weight machine and then ran for 10 minutes on the treadmill. I was all sweaty, so I took off my clothes and hopped into the sauna for a bit to relax. I lay on a towel and felt the heat seep into my body, relaxing me. I started to rub the sweat into me and felt myself getting turned on. I played with my pussy as I thought back to my honeymoon. How we made love that night and stayed in the hotel room making love all the next day. I imagined Bill coming home from the trip. He has forgiven me, he’s fucking me, I feel his strong body over me as he claims me for his own. I rubbed myself furiously as I imagine his cock plowing me. “That’s it, honey,” I cried out. “Arrgghh!” I roar as a powerful orgasm sweeps over me. “Oh, Alex, darling, that’s so good!”
Wait, what did I say? When did I stop thinking of Bill and start thinking of Alex? I ran upstairs and took a shower. I had a lot of thinking to do.
When Alex came home that evening, he found me fully dressed, fixing supper. He came to kiss me, and I turned and gave him a quick peck on the lips. “Please take your shoes off, honey,” I said.