Carol’s Trinity 1

by Kirsten McCurran

  “I’m up here with John for the night. What are you doing here?”

  “Uh, just hanging with some buddies, playing some cards. You guys come up here often?”

  “It’s our first time,” I inform him, wondering why he seems nervous, and whether his gambling buddies are the guys from work. Is it wrong that I hope it’s the guys from work?

  When the contractor showed up to redo our kitchen last fall, I seriously considered calling in sick for work. The guys looked like the crew from Magic Mike. Each one was hotter than the last. John caught the way I checked them out and just shook his head. I wanted to invite my girlfriends over to drink wine and watch the boys work. That night in bed, John suggested that I go downstairs the next morning in a nightie to get my breakfast. Don’t think I wasn’t tempted. The boys were there for a little over a week, and we developed a nice, flirty relationship. They seemed to enjoy the attention from a fit, blonde MILF, which fueled all kinds of fantasies. John loved it because I was all over him every night. He whispered all kinds of dirty scenarios in my ear as we made love. I was sad to see the crew go and started plotting when we could get them back to finish the basement.

  “That’s cool,” Conner replies. “It’s good to get away, right?”

  “Yeah. We’re celebrating my birthday… and our anniversary.” Funny how being married suddenly slipped my mind. Conner looks just as good standing in front of me as he did all those months ago. He has a five o’clock shadow that’s threatening to turn into a real beard. I like the scruffy look.

  “Yeah, that’s great. Congratulations. Celebrating the big three-oh?”

  “Haha. Very funny. I’m a little older than that.”

  “You don’t look a day over twenty-nine to me, Carol. You look great.” Conner steps back and doesn’t hide his appraisal of my body. It gives me chills. “Really, you’re looking amazing.”

  Heat rushes to my cheeks. “Thanks. You’re looking great yourself.”

  “We should have a drink later… if we run into each other. I’d love to help you celebrate.”

  “That would be awesome. It’s a date,” I say. I hope John won’t be miffed that I’m practically inviting Conner to join us on our romantic getaway.

  “Yeah, awesome.”

  We share an awkward moment of silence and I say, “I’d better go find John…my husband. He’s waiting for me upstairs.”

  “Yeah, sure. I’m sure the guys wonder where I am. See you later, Carol.”

  “See ya, Con.”

  Three

  I replay my encounter with Conner on the elevator ride and it strikes me as odd. I don’t remember him being so awkward. It was almost like he was waiting to be caught by a jealous girlfriend. For some reason I hope he doesn’t have a girlfriend.

  “You’ll never guess who I ran into,” I announce, entering our suite.

  “I dunno. Who?” John says, coming out of the bedroom.

  “Conner, one of the guys who redid our kitchen. He’s up here with some friends for the weekend.”

  “That’s a weird coincidence.”

  I shrug. “It happens, I guess.”

  I grab my husband and kiss him, tasting beer on his breath. It doesn’t slow me down. Our kiss deepens, and his hands go to my ass. John isn’t resisting me like earlier. I’m finally going to get lucky—or luckier. I guess I got lucky with Natalia.

  “Hmm, you seem happy to see me, or were you happy to see Conner?” John asks.

  “Well, you know how I feel about him and the others. You’re lucky our room wasn’t unoccupied.” I kiss him again.

  “Yeah? You would’ve dragged him up here and had your way with him?”

  “In a heartbeat, you know that. But I guess you’ll do.” I guide him back toward the bedroom.

  “You’ve still got it bad for those guys, don’t you?”

  “I haven’t thought about them for a while, but sure. What woman doesn’t want to be surrounded by hot young hunks?”

  “Not every woman could handle all that attention,” he teases.

  “I think I could figure it out.” I push him back onto the bed. “Forget about them. I need you right now. I’ve been thinking about this all day.”

  I pull the tunic over my head and toss it beside him on the big, king-sized bed. John stares at my breasts, encased in a lace-trimmed pink bra. He’s always loved them. He says I have perfect tits. I wonder if Conner would agree, but does a guy his age even think about women my age? He certainly seemed interested downstairs.

  “That must have been some spa day,” John says.

  “You have no idea.”

  I pull at his belt and open his pants. John is still getting hard when I wrap my hand around him. I know that cock so well, and I still love it. I know single people wonder how you can be with the same person forever. If it’s the right person, it just keeps getting better. My husband gets me, and he knows how to get me off. It’s not all about the cock, of course. John also knows how to get into my head. But a nice cock helps, and my husband has one.

  “I didn’t know you got off on manicures,” John moans.

  “Don’t act like you don’t know. I got the first part of your surprise.”

  “What surprise?”

  I tighten my grip on his cock and he gasps. John is fully hard now. This is my chance to get the truth out of him. “Natalia?”

  “Who’s Natalia?”

  “I got the special massage you arranged for me. It was amazing. I just wish you’d been there to watch.”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about, babe, but I wish I’d been there too. I just ordered a massage. I swear, Carol. I told them to give you the best because it’s your birthday, but that’s it.”

  “Really?” I study his face, unsure if I believe him.

  “What happened? Did you?” John’s figuring it out and he sounds excited. “Another woman?”

  I kick off my sandals and wiggle out of my leggings and panties. I can’t seem to keep my clothes on today. I straddle John and slip him inside me. Between my massage and running into Conner, I’m already slick and ready. John doesn’t even need to touch me. My husband groans as I sink down and grip him inside me. I don’t move, but I work my Kegels around him. John reaches around to unhook my bra and pulls it off. John pinches both nipples just the way I like it and I close my eyes and moan.

  “I didn’t do anything. But Natalia…well…she earned a nice, big tip.”

  “You’re fucking teasing me.”

  John pinches my nipples just a little harder, forcing an answer.

  “No, hon…she touched me…it was hot…”

  “Really?”

  “Really, John. The masseuse molested me. And it was awesome,” I moan.

  “Oh, fuck, Carol.”

  John takes hold of my hips and starts bouncing me on him. I lean forward, hands on his chest, riding harder.

  “I wasn’t sure…I thought you sent her…she just started touching me…I didn’t know what to do…”

  “You wanted her to touch you, Carol…”

  “Yeah…”

  “You loved it…”

  “Yeah…god it was hot…I…I…can’t believe it…”

  Suddenly I’m feeling very slutty. I guess in the back of my mind I still thought John sent her, but clearly he didn’t. Natalia must have sensed something, and she was right. She knew I wanted it before I even did. I let a strange woman get me off. I love being that woman. I ride him hard and my glasses are bouncing on my face. I throw them off.

  “Fuck, Carol…you’re incredible, babe. Fuck…”

  “Mmm…John…”

  John comes very quickly. I can’t blame him, given what he just found out. But it’s so fast I barely have time to climax. It’s a good, quick shot of pleasure, but honestly, I was looking for a big bang. I keep riding John, even as he deflates inside me. I finally give up and roll off him. I’m happy, but I want more.

  “You’re really not fucking with me?” John asks.

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p; I laugh. “Are you shocked that she tried it, or that I let her do it?”

  “I’m surprised she tried it. She could have gotten in trouble with the wrong woman.”

  “I’m the right woman, I guess.” Another laugh.

  “In every way, babe. And I’m thrilled you let her. You really are a marvel, Carol. Ten years and you can still surprise me.”

  “I’m surprising myself, honey. Trust me, that was not anything I ever expected to happen.”

  “But I love how you just roll with stuff. You’re always open to trying new things.”

  “That usually applies to a new craft brew or a new restaurant, not happy ending massages.”

  “I think you’re open to everything, Carol.”

  I roll onto my side and fix him with my blue eyes, touching his chest. “I don’t know about everything, but a lot of things. You’re okay with that? I mean, it was technically cheating.”

  John takes my hand. “You have carte blanche to have fun with masseuses, or any other woman, anytime you like. Next time just get me pictures.”

  “My phone wasn’t handy, but I’ll keep it in mind for next time. If…there’s a next time.”

  John smiles knowingly. It makes me think. “Oh, I’m sure there’ll be a next time. Once you try something you like…”

  “Very funny. If that wasn’t my surprise, what is it?”

  “If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise, would it?”

  “At least give me a clue.”

  John thinks about it. “It’s a three-part surprise.”

  “Will I like it better than the massage?”

  “At least three times as much!” John laughs.

  “You suck! I’m jumping in the shower.”

  I hop off the bed, but I stop before I reach the bathroom. I have a thought. I can’t put my finger on a reason, but I’m sure John’s surprise is something sexual. I know he made a point of packing our toy bag. I go to our suitcase, pull out the toy bag, and hold it up.

  “Does it involve this?” I ask.

  My husband can’t keep the smile off his lips. “I don’t know. Maybe.”

  “Come on, John. Stop teasing me.”

  “I love teasing you.”

  “So, it does involve the toy bag?”

  “If you’re lucky,” he laughs.

  I drop the bag back in our suitcase. “If you keep this up, you’re the one who won’t be getting lucky tonight.”

  “You’re going to be drinking, so I know that’s not happening.”

  “Haha. You don’t have to get lucky for me to get lucky. I can always see Natalia again. Or, I could track down Conner.”

  “I think you’d rather go find Conner.”

  “Don’t tempt me.”

  I stick out my tongue at him and duck into the bathroom.

  Four

  The casino has a wonderful steakhouse, but I don’t indulge the way I normally would. I try to eat healthy most of the time, but I would have cheated for surf and turf. However, thoughts of my surprise lurk in the back of my mind and I still believe it’s going to be something sexual, and I don’t want to go into that with a full stomach. John gives me an odd look when I order a salad for dinner, and I tell him I’m just not hungry. I pick at the salad, too nervous to really dig into it.

  It’s the weekend before Valentine’s Day and the restaurant is filled with other couples enjoying their own romantic evenings. A girl goes from table to table selling roses, and of course John buys me one. I thank him for the sweet gesture and jokingly ask if that’s my surprise.

  “You’re not getting off that easy,” he replies, with a cryptic smile.

  “My surprise is going to be a challenge?”

  “For a regular woman, maybe. Not for you, Carol. You’re awesome. I’m confident you’ll be able to handle it.”

  I want to reach across the table and smack his smug face. Instead, I ask, “Are you curious what your anniversary present is?”

  “I know I’ll love it, whatever it is. You’re a thoughtful gift giver.”

  “I hate that you’re so cool.” It really is annoying. My husband has always been a cool customer. He can happily wait for a surprise.

  John smirks. “If you want me to bug you about it, I can.”

  “I think I’ll hold off giving it to you until I see what my surprises are. I want to see if you deserve it.”

  “Whatever you want to do is fine with me.”

  John plays it cool, but I can tell he’s nervous about something. Now that I think about it, he’s been nervous all afternoon. I was just too distracted earlier to notice. After ten years of marriage, I know his tells. He keeps looking around the restaurant like he expects to see someone. And he just seems too cool. If the plan has John nervous, then I should be really nervous.

  “You vex me so,” I growl through gritted teeth. “You’re lucky I’m so in love with you.”

  “Even after all these years?”

  I feign giving it some thought. “The first ten years have gone pretty well, I guess. I’ll pick up the option on the next ten and then we’ll have to see.”

  John smiles broadly. I love his smile. It’s mischievous, almost like a little boy’s. He always looks like he’s up to something, which he could be. One of the things I love most about him is that he’s up for just about anything. John never lost that joy in experiencing life. He’s so different from my first husband. I had no idea a marriage could be this fun—even after ten years.

  “Lucky me. I’m on the downward slide, but my hot wife still wants me. I must be doing something right.”

  “You’re only fifty, John. You’re not on the downward slide of anything.”

  He snorts and gives me a lascivious look. “I’m not holding up nearly as well as you are, Carol.”

  “You’re still sexy to me, honey,” I insist.

  It’s true. Maybe he doesn’t hit the gym like I do, and he’s put on a couple pounds, but I’m still crazy for him. John looks much better since he gave up the battle with his receding hair and started shaving his head a couple years ago. And he’s got a great sense of style. Of course, I love his taste, he picked me!

  “When’s the last time you had those glasses checked?”

  I stick my tongue out at him and reach for my wine.

  Five

  We finish dinner and my husband leads me out of the restaurant, toward the casino floor. I don’t know what’s next, so I just follow his lead. If he’s taking me to one of the shows, it’ll be a letdown after all this build up, but I doubt that’s the plan. John asks if I want to head to one of the clubs attached to the resort. Weird. He’s not much of a dancer and he hates that kind of music. I thought maybe a rock cover band was playing in one of the resort’s clubs and that’s where John would want to go.

  “Really?” I ask.

  “Yeah. I’ve got the hottest girl in the casino on my arm. I want to show her off.”

  “Right,” I say, drawing out the word. “You hate dancing.”

  “Tonight isn’t about me, it’s about you. You got all dolled up. You deserve to be seen.”

  Even though I’m confused by his behavior, I do eat it up. I’m not a conceited woman, but I look good tonight. I catch the men stealing glances as they pass by me. The attention from younger men really gets me going. I should be evolved and disgusted by the attention, but I secretly like it—and John knows it. That’s why he picked this dress.

  The navy dress proves how well John knows me. It’s daring for my tastes, but not so daring I’d be uncomfortable in it all night. It’s certainly not something I’m used to wearing for just a night out. It’s a fit-and-flare cut that falls to about mid-thigh, showing off all the work I put into my legs. The halter clasps at the back of my neck and subtly shows cleavage beneath a lace panel running vertically up the front of the bodice, discreetly flashing skin from my navel to my neck, like the dress had been slit open. The back is not so discreet. Lace panels cut down over my shoulder blades from the neck to the sk
irt, leaving most of my back exposed. Knowing I’d be wearing this dress tonight was good motivation at the gym for the last couple weeks. I can’t remember the last time I went out without a bra. It’s chilly on the casino floor, and I’m all-too-aware my nipples are poking through the dress.

  The dance club in the resort is larger than I expected and is crowded wall-to-wall with people. John takes my hand to lead me as we thread through the crowd. I know several of the guys who brush against me don’t need to, but I’m not in a mood to complain. I’ve had enough wine to put me in a good mood. John finds an open spot at the bar and pulls out a high-backed stool for me to sit, which I do, hooking my heels into the bar toward its bottom. My husband stands behind me, moving his hands gently on my shoulders. The light massage feels nice.

  After the bartender brings us our drinks, I half turn on the stool to talk to John and look around. The music is thumping, making it difficult to talk, so we mostly people watch. I’m pleased it’s not an overly young crowd, like a lot of clubs. I’m sure the casino resort caters to more people our age than kids. People watching is fun, but I’m itching to dance. John, however, is in no rush. He seems extra nervous now as he gazes around the crowd. I’m about ready to go out and dance on my own when I hear a now-familiar voice.

  “Hey, guys,” Conner says.

  I perk up right away and I turn to find he’s not the only familiar face. Standing right here with him are his two buddies from the contracting crew. My smile spreads even wider.

  “You didn’t mention these were the friends you’re here with,” I say.

  “Conner told us he ran into you earlier. I was hoping it would happen again,” Noah says.

  “Didn’t think to mention it,” Conner mumbles.

  “Hey, Carol, John. Good to see you again,” Mateo chimes in.

  I turn the stool away from the bar and there they are—standing right in front of me—my dream team. Noah bends down to give me a hug and a peck on the cheek. Mateo does the same. All three guys are eating me up with their eyes and I self-consciously smooth the short dress over my thighs. My gaze goes from one guy to the next, and I do a little visual feasting of my own.