by A. S Peavey
“Uh…” Kelsey looked down. Her glass was still a third full. She hadn’t touched it since Josh arrived. A second glass wouldn’t even get her tipsy, after nursing the first one for so long. “Please. Chardonnay.”
Kelsey watched him head back for the bar. She took a few more sips as she watched him, so she could finish it soon after Josh returned, if she couldn’t finish it before that.
Her heart almost fluttered, but Josh wasn’t the man to get excited over. Not anywhere above her waist. She wasn’t looking for someone to steel her heart. Just to take her body for the night.
She watched Josh talking with the bartender. He only looked back at her once, flashing a smile, but she liked watching as he chatted.
“May I be frank?” Josh asked as he set down Kelsey’s glass.
“Okay.”
“I just want to drop some of the charade.”
“Yeah.”
“Is this your first time doing this?”
“It’s just that he’s cheating on me and…”
“Say no more. We don’t have to drop the whole charade. I’m not here to understand your reason for infidelity.” Josh’s smile was disarming. Kelsey wondered if that was natural, or if he was well practiced.
Not that she cared. She wasn’t looking to be seduced. She didn’t need to be seduced. She just needed a certain civility. Civility, and a hard cock.
“Thank you.”
“All I care about is what you want to do tonight.”
“Yeah. And I want…” Kelsey hesitated.
“You don’t have to describe anything. And you don’t have to commit to anything yet, so long as we’re both clear we’re just looking for sex.”
“Yeah.”
“Okay,” Josh smiled. “Let me tell you why I was hesitant. And why, I think, I’m the first guy who’s done more than meet your eyes tonight.”
“Why’s that?”
“Well, not just one reason. But the main thing is that you’re still wearing the ring.”
“I…” Kelsey laughed. “That didn’t even occur to me. It just feels like a growth from my finger. But I would notice it on a guy. And, obviously, all the guys noticed.”
Kelsey started to twist her wedding ring to remove it.
Josh put his hand on Kelsey’s to stop her. A jolt passed down her spine at his touch.
Josh leaned across the table and whispered into her ear. “You don’t have to take it off now. I actually like the idea of having sex with a married woman wearing her wedding ring.”
Kelsey shivered from excitement. The thought made her horny too. But the only visible sign Kelsey made—at least deliberately—was a nod. She was tempted to ask Josh to find them a bedroom right now.
And she wanted to know what else he had to say. Maybe tonight would be her only affair, but maybe there would be other nights with other men. If she liked what Josh did to her, she’d want more.
To be honest, maybe the only question was whether more happened before or after she spoke with her husband.
And a naughty part of her thought that she might delay having that talk with Omar just so she could have more sexual encounters first—though even her horny conscious mind dismissed that idea.
“Good. Because I’m not sure I can get it off,” Kelsey said. She didn’t laugh at her own joke. She wanted to lean closer and kiss Josh now. But she wasn’t a school kid who could dare think about that kind of public display of affection.
“So guys aren’t interested in picking up married women?” Kelsey went on.
“Fewer than you’d think. And more women than you’d think don’t care if they sleep with a married man. But the ring isn’t just a sign that you’re married. It’s an advertisement that you’re unavailable. I see that and I think I’m looking at someone who’s not interested in me. Not tonight. Maybe if I get to talking to her for other reasons, things could happen, but I’m not going out of my way. The effort isn’t worthwhile for an almost certain rejection.”
“Okay.”
“But yeah, married women aren’t a problem. If I saw a woman without a ring, but who clearly normally wears one, who has a ring line on her finger, I wouldn’t bat an eye.”
“So, you said that was the obvious sign,” Kelsey went on. “What else should I be careful about?”
“For one, you’re at a wine bar.” They both laughed. “I’ve met women at a wine bar before, but never anyone that was out looking for an easy lay.”
“Right.”
“And maybe it’s just the ring, but there’s something about your body language that suggests you’re waiting for someone, staking out the table until your husband comes. Or maybe you’re waiting for an illicit lover to show up. Whatever. But just sitting by yourself isn’t enough.”
“Okay.”
“Clearly you’re looking for some action,” Josh said. He gestured vaguely at her clothes, and his eyes caught again on her cleavage. He didn’t blush, instead he smiled at her once he drank in her curves. “But it feels like there’s someone specific who you want to see your skin.”
“Don’t you like the cleavage I’m showing?”
“Your cleavage looks good. Great. No complaints at all.”
“Thank you,” Kelsey said. She was so demure that Josh had to look away. “No. Keep staring. Think about getting closer.”
“Yeah…uh…” Josh gulped. “Did you want to hear more or…”
Kelsey leaned back, taking away the good view. Though she did pull her shirt down, to make sure he could still see something Omar would have objected to other men looking at.
“I’d say, don’t just sit at a table. I’d say that you should circulate. Maybe sit at the bar. At least wander around the bar and chat with people—women and men alike. Make yourself look like you’re interested in people, and not just for the one reason.”
“Okay.”
“And you can always approach a man. If you’re flirting from a distance, go on up. We won’t actually be offended.”
Kelsey’s heart was beating fast. She was imagining herself doing this all again, on another night, finding someone for a little fun.
But she still had tonight to enjoy first.
“So why’d you take the risk?”
“Besides that you’re beautiful?”
“I wasn’t looking for a compliment.”
Josh shrugged. “Can’t hurt. But try this. Because you’d been sitting there for over an hour. If you were waiting for someone they’d be here by now, I’d think.”
“I only caught your eye twice.”
“Yeah. I didn’t want you to notice me staring. And I wasn’t looking at you the whole time. My eyes just kept coming back to you.”
“Uh-huh.”
“And then I saw you taking that phone call. I thought it must be your date saying they couldn’t make it, or they’d be late. But when you put that phone down, you went back to the same mood you wore before. No annoyance, or expectation. That’s when I decided I’d come over.”
“Well, thank you for that.”
“Thank you.”
“Now, do you have a place nearby or…”
Josh raised an eyebrow. Maybe Kelsey had been more forward than she should have been, or needed to be. It seemed like he was trying to take it slow, to do it right—even if it was a one-night stand.
But Josh didn’t stay confused. He shook his head, clearing his mind. “Of course.”
Josh didn’t live far away, but Kelsey was still better off for not finishing her second glass of wine. As giddy as she was, Kelsey had trouble driving without feeling tipsy. Tailing him through the streets was just like tailing him up the steps of his apartment building. Except she was able to goose him, untuck his shirt, fondle him—until another resident passed them on the stairs, and she had to act completely sober.
She felt like a little kid again, pretending not to be out for trouble. And it must still have been clear to that stranger that she would get trouble tonight.
By the time Josh’s door was closed,
Kelsey was tugging his clothes off, her hands happy to run over naked flesh that wasn’t her husband’s—even if that was simply the flesh on his bicep—and to occasionally kiss and explore another man’s mouth, when she wasn’t busy with anything else.
She had to stop Josh from ripping her shirt off and scattering her buttons across the room—she needed to wear something back home. As it was, he managed to rip off the button from her pants. But Kelsey was happy to deal with that when she needed pants again. Even if she hadn’t had a belt on her, she could have disguised the damage in the brief time it took to slip past Omar.
Once they had a pile of clothes blocking the door, they didn’t waste time kissing and caressing each other to slowly progress to what they really wanted. Kelsey’s hand found Josh’s already hard cock, and then his hand found her wet pussy. They both moaned their readiness—no encouragement or preamble was required. As much as she loved foreplay with her husband, no additional foreplay—nothing beyond the lead up from the bar to his apartment—was needed.
Josh guided her into the apartment. Kelsey tried to ignore the state of the place. It was definitely a bachelor’s accommodations. The furniture was cheap—it looked like he spent most of his money on outward appearances. The place hadn’t been cleaned recently.
“Sorry,” Josh said. “I wasn’t planning on bringing anyone back tonight.”
Kelsey stroked his cock once to say it didn’t matter.
The bed had been chosen for making guests comfortable. It hadn’t been made properly this morning, but the sheets were fine, as smooth as cotton could be, and the bed was no cheap Ikea model. It looked solid enough to take a lot of punishment.
Kelsey threw herself onto the bed, facing Josh, and opened her legs. Josh had to scramble to get a condom on, but he knew exactly what to do with her, fucking her just like that for a minute until he told her to switch positions.
Josh knew what he was doing. He clearly knew his way around women’s bodies. What he didn’t know specifically about Kelsey’s body was quickly overcome, as he tried different things, until he received a response he liked.
Kelsey briefly wondered how many partners he’d experimented with and learned from. But that only made her think of her other partners—and Omar. She half wished he was with his floozie right now, but she doubted he was so stupid as to spend time with her when he was supposed to be out drinking, when Kelsey could have checked up on him.
But once she pushed Omar out of her head—and with Josh pounded into her, it was hard to think of anything else—she enjoyed herself.
She scrambled around, looking for a position where she could have better access to caress, kiss, and nibble his skin.
Kelsey was glad she’d sought this out. So much of this was sex as she wouldn’t have it with Omar.
Still, something was missing. Something….
The orgasm was satisfying. Check. Hell, the orgasm rocked her, for longer than any in recent memories. This man was considerate—check—making sure she’d cum before he finished. Technically, this sex was some of the best she’d ever had. He knew how to handle himself and another woman.
But sex isn’t about physical movements and physical effects alone. This fucking was active, sweat and endorphin inducing, but it lacked the emotional component that would turn the physical exertion into passion.
Was Kelsey holding herself back? Or was she expecting too much?
Afterward they lay splayed out on the bed for a few minutes, their bodies gently overlapping as they let the air pass over them, drying their sweat to cool them.
It took her at least that long just to rest and regain her equilibrium. She had been on the bottom the whole time, or at least she hadn’t been on top, but she still had an active workout and needed time to regain her breath. But once she had, she was left to think and wonder. The sex had been nice. And sex can stand alone, without an emotional connection.
But afterglow is best with that additional component.
Kelsey missed her husband. Even if he hadn’t been the one to fuck her, she wanted to be cuddling him after sex.
And that only summoned more thoughts about Omar and his mistress. Had they been together for long? Maybe they were work colleagues. Maybe they had more than sex, but something verging on a relationship. Maybe that’s how they achieved the passion Kelsey had heard and seen.
Josh didn’t give her time to let those questions stew. He rolled over, halfway onto her body. He started to kiss her again, showing no sign that he was tasting the salty remnants of sweat. He didn’t focus on her nipples, almost ignoring her breasts. Just getting her slowly started.
“I’m…I’m…”
“Do you need more time?” Josh asked. “Or water?”
“Water.” It wasn’t a dire need. She really just needed more time to get back into the moment. But she didn’t want to say that. Water was a good excuse.
“I’ll be right back,” Josh said.
Kelsey watched his back as he walked out of the room. She enjoyed looking at him. He kept himself in good shape. Plenty of exercise from sex, and probably plenty of other exercises to be ready for sex.
But once he was out of sight, she had to force her mind away from Omar, what she was doing behind his back. Kelsey followed Josh out of the room to distract herself.
She snuck up behind him as he filled a pair of glasses from the tap. She started kissing his back.
“I was going to get you water,” Josh said.
“Yeah.”
Kelsey turned Josh one hundred and eighty degrees. And then she knelt next to him, grabbing his cock and feeding it into her mouth.
“Oh. Okay,” Josh said. “Yeah.”
Kelsey sucked him for a minute, then pulled back off his cock. “Can I get that water now? My throat is a little dry.”
She reached a hand up, and Josh handed her the water, but she never stood, and was soon back at it, getting Omar ready for round two.
It didn’t make her wet to get Omar hard again. Sure, there was anticipation, there was the thought that sex would come sooner because of what she was doing. But that wasn’t enticing.
With her husband, with many of the men she’d dated, she enjoyed giving them pleasure. Their happiness was linked with hers. She supposed that wasn’t why she was looking for a man on the side, though. She was looking for a man on the side to give her more sex, to give her the type of sex her husband no longer provided.
So she wasn’t giving him this blowjob for his sake, but for hers.
She just wasn’t tempted to keep sucking Josh’s cock after she was certain that Josh was ready for round two. She had no interest in having him come in her mouth
The second round was enjoyable. But it was still no better than the first.
She could say, though, that she managed to record that second orgasm in the space of an hour, the first time she’d had that in years.
Kelsey hadn’t stayed for round three. She’d gathered her clothes from the doorway and took them to the bathroom. She dressed as soon as she got out of the shower.
Josh was waiting for her when she emerged, offering a cup of coffee before she left. He seemed happy when she said “No.”
There was no kiss. No nothing. Just a simple “thank you,” that they both said because it seemed the thing to say.
Kelsey arrived home not long after a cab dropped Omar off. He was still dealing with his coat when she walked in the door; Kelsey helped him get it on the hangar.
There was the usual “How was your day?” “Good” from both of them. She asked how Omar’s night was. Then he asked what she’d done.
Kelsey hesitated. “I saw a movie.” She waited while Omar changed his shirt, until he asked the logical follow-up. She spent the intervening time considering what movie she’d allegedly seen.
But Omar didn’t ask. “Good,” was all he said.
It was a good thing Omar was drunk. Kelsey wasn’t a good liar. She could feel her face trying to tell the truth, but Omar never noticed. Hi
s image of her was fuzzy; he couldn’t take in the fine details.
But that wasn’t the only test. Kelsey was afraid of slipping into bed with Omar. Yes, she’d taken a quick shower before she left Josh’s place, but she didn’t bother washing her hair. That would have created a bigger mess, and her hair might not have dried fully before she arrived back home. Maybe the scent of Josh, or at least her sweat, would waft off her hair.
And then there was the fact that the rest of her had been washed. The lack of a day’s worth of normal sweat could be just as much of a tip off.
But Omar fell fast asleep almost as soon as he lay down in bed. Kelsey had to take care of the lights and reposition him so she could sleep in the same bed.
She should have remembered how he gets when he’s been drinking.
“Kelsey?”
Kelsey’s head popped up. Despite expecting company in this café, she was startled. She wasn’t meeting anyone for another liaison. She’d considered trying to set one up, but even if her desire hadn’t been tempered by her mixed reviews of the first affair, she’d need to wait until the timing was right.
Anyway, she certainly wouldn’t have set up that kind of meeting so close to where she worked.
But she was still worried, because she was planning to talk about her sex life, about those liaisons, not far from her office, in an open café. She had managed to stake out a table in a corner, a small gift to privacy from the strange architecture the café had to fill when they took over the location. And the café was small. It only had a half-dozen tables in the back. Most of the customers walked in and then walked back out as soon as they bought their drinks.
It never occurred to Kelsey to worry that she was about to share her sexual proclivities, and her inner sexual thoughts, to a mere acquaintance, someone not even bound by doctor-patient confidentiality, like her fertility doc.
“Oh, hi Vickie. Thank you for coming.”
Vickie worked with Kelsey. Not directly; Vickie was an assistant to someone Vickie worked in the billing department. They normally didn’t have much to say to each other. Vickie was nearly ten years younger than Kelsey and just as junior in the organization.