I wondered what he told her he was doing, who he’d been talking to. Had he made up some crazy answers for her, most likely yes. If she was a jealous type all she would have to do would be, call the cell service and request an itemized bill for the month and every call and both incoming and outgoing would show on the list, along with the numbers. It had been something I had done with William during our “try to make it work” period.
It had been three weeks now since I had last seen Connery. He was still recovering from his surgery. Then one day shortly after our brief phone conversation, there he was. I had seen him on the dating site and I messaged him. I ask when would he be back, out an about? He had replied with his response.
“God you are so gorgeous, I want to feel your body, caress your lips and stick my tongue in your ass so bad. Can I come see you this afternoon?”
I was astonished, was he capable of leaving his home and coming for a visit after surgery? I had never asked nor had he mentioned what kind of surgery he had gone through so it could have any kind. But it must not have been serious enough to keep him confined him from his worldly pleasures of making his women feel happy and fulfilled, I guess!
“Yes, yes, I would love to see you! When can you get here?”
“Give me about an hour and I will be there, we will have to be careful, though. You want be able to climb on top of me!”
What had that meant, climb on top of him? I would know soon enough. I rushed to shower and dress. I was so excited he was coming over it had been way to long! My heart and body had ached for him and for his noteworthy cock to be within striking distance of my pussy.
He showed up early. We kissed like it was our first time. He didn’t wait to sit on the sofa and neck he led the way directly to the bedroom. He began undressing me first then removed his shorts and t-shirt. As we climbed into the soft green sheets he pointed out to me the incision on his belly and warned me not to push or put pressure in that spot. It was a significant incision and frightened me enough not to want to touch the area at all.
He laid there with me holding me at first then suddenly he climbed on and placed his solid rock hard dick inside my wet well lubricated pussy, ever so ready for him. He moved slowly but with a rhythm that was igniting my inner fire. He rocked back and forth, then his eyes met mine and I could tell he this was the first time he had made love since we had last seen each other, three weeks ago. I looked at him and asked.
“Have you made love with your wife since your surgery?”
“No, why would you ask that?”
“Because I am worried that I might hurt you, or that you could hurt yourself doing this so soon. What if you ruptured something inside and we had to call 911 or you had to go straight to the hospital, god, what were you thinking? Coming here in this kind of condition?”
“I wanted to fuck you, you have no idea how much I have missed your buxom body, your luscious lips, and that delectable ass. Let’s get this done, now!”
We swayed back and forth briefly then he came. It was as if fireworks had gone off inside him he yelped in pain and delight simultaneously. The feeling was mutual. No one was as good as Connery. No one could make me feel so complete and fulfilled as he did. God I wanted him for my own so bad it hurt. I never wanted to not be with Connery, even if it meant destroying is marriage, disrupting his family, ruining his life. I wanted him forever; I wanted to be his Jo Ellen, the love of his life the one he would always care for and have strong desires to be with even until death. I wanted him to love me like George had loved Jo Ellen.
Chapter 23
Connery had healed finally and things had gotten back to normal. October had passed quickly with his absence. November was here and so was someone else. Grace O’Brian was her name. Connery had come to me and confessed that he had met someone else. That he had been with her. This had happened after he and I had been together three weeks after his surgery and just before he had gone back to work. This Grace woman had met him on the same dating site as I had months earlier. She had agreed to drive to the island to meet him. They had planned this little rendezvous without ever mentioning this to me. I was angry, hurt mostly that he had wanted to be with someone else. I was well aware that we were not exclusive and was pretty certain he had seen others all along during our months together but he had never mentioned meeting anyone. Only talk of other women in his past. An occasional conversation about a forty year old virgin he had his claws out to get but she would never give in so he had become complacent with her and moved on. Or so he said. I had no hold on him, no wedding ring; all I could think of now was Abigail. She had to know he was a player! How could she not know?
I muddled through most of November best I could. November was the month of my wedding anniversary and Thanksgiving as well. Knowing now that Connery had been with another woman had sent me spiraling into a depressed state of mind. I shouldn’t have let it bother me but it did. Why had he felt he needed someone else? He could have me as many times a day as he wanted. Our sex was good together or why else would he keep coming back?
Deep down I was disappointed that I had not been enough for him sexually, especially since he still had his wife Abigail to indulge in as often as he wanted. Why bring someone else into this happy little setting? Oh well nothing I could do would make it go away. I just didn’t want to ever have to deal with this woman again. Hopefully one time was all it took for him to realize he had it good, better than most men. She had driven from Louisiana so that wasn’t just a little drive it had taken a few hours, so if she wasn’t all she was cracked up to be there was surely no way he would care to see her again.
Thanksgiving had passed and houses were beginning to decorate for the Christmas holidays. I just couldn’t get in the mood. Holidays were lonely for me now in so many ways. I was alone most of the time, so what was the use of decorating and acting all jolly when there was no one to share it with?
Connery had started coming back over more frequently again. I was relieved and had forgiven him secretly of his whoring ways. We were at my house and he had mentioned that his parents were moving to Texas soon and he shared some of the situations that surrounded the soon to be move. Of course this time he was telling me the truth. For all those other times he had used his mother, family members or whatever, to redirect from having to give it up and be honest about having a wife at home. He had used his family as his excuse to be just the weekday lover.
I had never taken for granite that Connery would always be there for me. To indulge in daily as my needs surfaced for sex. I had decided to get back on the dating site again after the early fall months. Many dates with lots of different men had come and gone. Holidays would be over soon and the New Year beginning and I wanted to be able to maybe, just possibly find a man that I could call my own, someone to fall in love with, someone that would want me as much as I wanted them.
I was browsing the dating site in the middle of the day and I got this message from this man, funny because he was using the same profile name as Connery had used. Strange I thought but when I looked up the listings on the same name there were lots of people using that name… so I wondered who this could be. I clicked on the profile and opened up the photograph of the man. Wow what a handsome man. Older, mature looking, balding some, but with longer hair, the beard and mustache I loved on any man. He was sitting at a desk possibly writing something. The photograph showed more of a profile shot vs. a full face photo. He had gotten my attention for sure. I replied, and said hello. Within a few minutes there was a response.
I almost fell out of my desk chair! It was Connery! He was back on the dating site and was using a completely different picture from the one he had used when I met him. I hadn’t been logging into the dating site for months and had no idea how long he had been on there and using this picture. What was I to think, had he been there all along. Seeing other women? How could he have held up to this constant rigor of dail
y sexual adventures with me, his wife at home and now dating site women as well? I was flabbergasted at first, then couldn’t do anything but laugh. I had been taken, and taken big time this time. He had used me. But I had used him as well.
We messaged for a few minutes. I grilled him repeatedly about what the hell he was doing and who was this picture of? He didn’t have any answers for me as usual. It was like we were starting all over again. Just like it was a new encounter, a new man, a new woman, a new day. In many ways it was all new, this man wasn’t Connery, or my Mr. Bond, he resembled Ernest Hemingway in peculiar sort of way, maybe it was the pose, the sitting at the desk. It was so not the Connery I had grown to know to love in my own way. I would play along and see where this Connery would take me in my dating site adventures.
The next day he sent me an email. In this email he had stated he needed someone to care for his elderly parents once they arrived here and wanted me to send my resume to him if I was interested in the job. I had to give this a lot of thought. If I considered this position it would put me right in the heat of his life, family, side by side with Abigail even. Could I do this? I needed employment bad and this could be an answer. I knew him well enough to trust him, or at least I thought I did. I replied, letting him know I would have to think about it. In the mean time I would put together some sort of a resume and a bio-letter that would show my picture and my work history in this particular field, which by the way I did have. He was going to figure out a way to make it appear that he had found my job request on a bill board at work or that a co-worker had known me. He had to convince Abigail that I was perfect for the job. How far was I willing to go? How much more could I do without finally letting on to someone that he and I had been having an affair for almost a year now. I hadn’t been able to discuss our affair with anyone other than my closest friends, and I had to make sure in the process that they knew to keep this information to themselves.
December was here, Christmas Eve and I was all alone as I had suspected. I didn’t even want to get on the computer for I knew no one would be there. They were all with their families enjoying the special holiday season together.
I logged on the messenger, after a reluctant feeling. Damn there he was, he always knew when to be there for me, must have been ESP.
“Merry Christmas Eve! My dear Bond! How was your follow-up appointment last Thursday? Everything healing ok? I hope so.”
“Yeah I’m healing great… come suck my dick!”
“You wish, my dear, you come over here to my house and give me a nice Christmas Fuck! You ho, ho, ho.! Wait did you just ask me to come to your house and blow you? I’ll be right there! Whatever… you’d flip out if I drove up in front of your home in about 5 minutes wouldn’t you? I see you’re on the dating site as well, finding any hot new woman? I’ll be right over you gonna answer the door, or what do I say to Abby when she wants to know what I want when she answers the door?”
“You there?”
“Sure I’m here, so you will come blow me?”
“You didn’t read my message did you, preoccupied with the women I assume!” Did you forget to take your meds today? Abby must be at work or outta town for you to go this far, cause you know I’m already in the car on my way!” You shouldn’t temp me with such words because I’d be there in a heartbeat babe!”
“I’m going to go now have fun fishing, hope you catch a good one.”
“Ha ha, you are too sweet to me, Camille-and so hot!”
“Yeah well I wish everyman felt that way about me.”
“They do! What men turn you down?”
“None so far… .”
“Other than those damn Gay ones right?” he said
“No they don’t even turn me down actually.”
“So any luck finding a new hot woman tonight? Where’s the wife, working?” I ask him.
“Yeah she’s working, and I thought you were going to find me some hot slut to fuck? Until you float back down and I recede from you and crawl up around you and turn you over kissing your brow, damp from exertion as you languidly part your thighs and take me inside you…”
“Where did all that come from my dear Bond? That’s silly!”
“Blessing me with your body… opening yourself to me… as I hold myself inside you… buried deep within you then I quickly fuck you as I kiss you, and you hold me…”
I couldn’t help but giggle to myself where was he getting all this crap from?
He continued even more.
“I love thinking about how fucking beautiful you are… God I want your hot little ass, your gorgeous rim. I want to feel my cock erupt in your ass…”
Again I laughed this time out loud.
“My little ass? Are you sure you know who you are chatting with? Dang your ass is going to all but be gone in another month, with all the weight you’ve been losing. And you won’t want this plump old lady any more when you are lean, buff and tanned.”
“You really are so gorgeous! I love fucking you and just looking at you and I love tasting every inch of you.”
“Yea, yea, now if I could just sing Opera too, I’d be the whole package!”
“God your gorgeous, you drive me nuts!”
If he only knew how nuts he drove me, he’d probably never gotten involved with me. I had fallen in love with him and trying to deny it wasn’t getting me anywhere. He had to know how I really felt. Surely he did. I imagine he made every woman he spent any amount of time with fall in love with him, how could they not?
“Damn I’m coming over there to spank you, right now!”
What was that for I wondered? I didn’t even want to ask him so I just left it alone.
“Speaking of Opera, you remind me of that Opera Star, Deborah Voigt. You do look like her you know?”
“Is she the singer that gained all that weight and they threw out of the Operas because she got so heavy? Well I’m not sure if that’s a compliment or not?”
“She was beautiful when she was younger, thinner, but you, you have so much more natural beauty than she does… and you have such a magnificent build as well.”
He sure knew how to make anything sound good. Sometimes I just wasn’t sure how to take his comments but I always took them as compliments no matter if they didn’t seem to start or end that way when he typed them. I knew he always meant well. I knew he adored me, for he had used that work exactly before. The word adored, only meant that he loved the way I was, not that he loved me. That stung, but he did care about me and no one, not even he would ever make me believe differently.
“You are so Beautiful, Camille inside and out. Don’t ever forget that.”
“I know Connery you are always trying to make me feel better, make things better for me. I really appreciate everything you say and do for me, honestly but to be perfectly honest with you for once I am scared shitless, about my future. I just don’t know whether I will make it or not I know that sounds like I’m giving up, I’m not, I am strong. But this is all so new to me, new territory. I have never been to college, never had to support myself; it’s always been given to me. I am not spoiled; it’s just the way it was. I was a stay at home wife, and mom. That was the way he wanted it. Now my life seems helpless, no hope. I have so much to be thankful for and don’t miss understand me I am not looking for a free ride from any man. I want to work, to maybe even go to college, but I want someone here with me someone by my side, someone to come home to at the end of the day, someone to encourage me along the journey, it’s not going to be easy, damn I hate being alone… hate it… hate it.”
“Oh sweetie, I feel so bad for you!”
“Yeah everyone does and that hurts just as bad sometimes… cuts me to the core actually. I didn’t do anything to deserve this; it’s just not fair… Connery it’s just not fair, damn it.”
“Yes I know baby, your X a
nd children should help you.”
“Well that will never happen so I won’t even go there. I have so much love to give someone. I just need someone to find me… or me to find someone, but I don’t even know how to do that. I never had to find someone before. The men always came to me. And out of all those men I had to marry the one that would eventually tell me he was GAY! Why me? It’s difficult for me to even remember what it was like to be married to him it’s like it was another lifetime ago. Honestly I’m not sure I ever even want to remember what it was like deep down. It hurts to bad.”
Well we chatted for a while longer then said our goodnights. Christmas was the next morning and I would need to leave early to drive to my mother’s house for another holiday as a split family.
New Year’s had come and gone and the subject of the job helping out with the parents was the topic of interest again. He had asked if I had made a decision to go work for him or not. I had put together a resume and a bio letter and it was ready for me to forward to his email or fax it to him, however he wanted me to send it I was ready. I had decided to take this opportunity and work for I needed the money, hoping it wouldn’t be a really hard job to do. The worst part would be becoming part of the day to day events encompassing all the family events, getting to know his brother, Higgins, aka Higgs and sister Reese. Dealing with the mom and dad wouldn’t be difficult it was the rest of the family that frightened me.
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