“You don't dance?”
“Bah, not like she does. All that twerking business isn't for me.”
“Twerking?”
“Yeah, you know, where the woman backs up and bounces her ass up and down some guy's crotch.”
“You let her do that?”
“I don't think I could stop her. But we're not all that serious.”
Serious enough to masturbate in the backyard... But she couldn't tell him that.
“She seems young.”
His look was as wry as his tone. “Thanks.”
She laughed. “I'm sorry. I didn't mean you were old.”
“Oh, yeah, I know. She's rather young for me. It won't last. We just sort of fell in together after the accident.”
“Accident?”
“Yeah, that's how we met. Little fender-bender. Nothing much. But I was nice to her and she was coming off a bad relationship.”
“Uh oh, you're a--”
“Rebound, yes. I've treated her very well, but I know our days are numbered.”
“Oh, I'm so sorry.”
He snorted and took a drink. “Balls, what for? We're not serious about each other and never have been. It's just been sort of sex, you know?”
She blushed, remembering blowjobs and him stroking his fat shaft. She shook her head to clear that memory. She looked around, still, trying to find Rod.
He pointed at her empty glass. “Want me to freshen that up?”
“Please, and thank you for stepping in with my boss.”
“Aw, no worries, luv. I'll be right back.”
She saw Eric watching. She gave him a scowl.
People moved around her and someone tried to take Russel's spot. She put her hand down and shook her head.
Still no Rod. Was Eric right? Eric might lie to her, but would Rod? And why? Did he really think he needed to lie to her to avoid the bash? All he had to do was say so. Surely something must have come up and Eric was trying to take advantage. It was Friday night; she would have to wait til Monday to find out.
She would go Sunday and replace her stockings.
“Here you are.” Russel handed her a glass filled to the brim with rum.
“Wow.”
“Had to bribe the bartender.”
“Yeah, usually they serve watered down pittances. Thanks.”
“Oh, no problem.”
“You don't want to be out there mingling and dancing?”
“Bah, no. Like I said, I came for the drinks. Besides, here I am drinking and with a fine lady.”
She giggled. Fine lady? If he only knew. But then her laughter died in her. If he only knew what a whore I'd been.
She quickly sipped her rum. Where had that thought come from? She hadn't taken money for sex. She had even only had sex with men approved by her husband. But had she been a whore for Rod? Doing anything to have him? What if Eric was right and Rod had lied to her? What if Rod had no feelings for her beyond ramming his erection into her? Was she just fulfilling his fantasy? Isn't that what whores did? But she was also fulfilling her husband's fantasy. That didn't make one a whore.
Tears threatened again. Had she used sex to lure Rod? Lure him where? She already had a husband. An ache for Rod's penis developed in her pussy and she squirmed. She still did not see him.
She saw Eric out there, watching.
“He's not likely to back off, eh?” Russel said.
She sighed, though he couldn't hear it. “No.”
“Well then, I'll just sit here and cock-block him.”
“Huh?”
“Cock-block, you know, stop him--”
“Oh. Yes.” She covered her mouth. Had Russel heard Eric demanding anal? She didn't think so.
Russel leaned over. “So there's this worker on the third floor of a project.”
She raised an eyebrow at him.
“And he needs a handsaw. Closest one is a floor below him near another worker. So he decides to use sign language to the second floor worker.”
She sipped her rum and looked at him. At least he put that silly wig back on.
“He points to his eye, then his knee and makes a sawing motion with his hand. I need a handsaw. See?”
She nodded.
“The other worker on the second floor nods and then drops his pants. He starts masturbating.”
Like you do?
“So the worker runs down waving his arms. 'What are you doing? I signed that I needed a handsaw.' The other worker says, 'I know, I was trying to show you I was coming.'”
She had been taking a sip. She gagged as she snorted with a swallow of rum. Then she began coughing.
“Uh oh,” he said. “Never tell a joke to someone drinking.”
She started laughing, punctuated by coughs. Finally she giggled, too much rum in too short a time. But Russel was being nice to her and saving her from the anal ravages of Mister Ass-Pirate.
Still looking for Rod, she drank faster. But the more she drank, the less she looked.
Russel's jokes kept her company until Alicia drove them both home.
CHAPTER 16
Carlene woke to a splitting headache Saturday morning. “Uhnnnn...”
“Want a rum?” Jim said.
Her stomach heaved at the thought and she gagged.
His chuckle, rude as it was, wasn't intended to be mean.
She rubbed her temple. “I guess I drank too much last night.”
“Anything I can get you other than water?”
“No, that would be great.”
He returned a moment later and handed her a glass. He sat on the bed next to her. “Alicia carried you in last night. What happened to Rod?”
She felt the pang of disappointment. “I don't know. Called away, maybe.”
“Huh.”
“Yeah, who knows.”
“What happened? You usually don't drink so much.”
“Eric was bothering me for anal.”
His brows drew down. “I think he and I will be having a little talk.”
That would be wonderful, dear. Please do so as soon as possible. “Don't lose me my job.”
“So you held him off, eh?”
“No, Russel did.”
“Russel, really? I'll have to thank him.”
“He was nice. Told me jokes all night.”
“Did he give you a show?”
She tried to slap his arm.
* * *
Sunday she felt quite a bit better. She was anticipating tomorrow and the phone call to Rod that would explain the missed date on Friday night.
It will all be cleared up.
She had hoped to spend the whole weekend with his penis buried in her pussy, but she would have to settle for more trailer sex on Tuesday.
She pulled into the parking lot at the department store. She needed new lace stockings and some kitchen towels.
Jim had thanked Russel the previous day while she moaned in bed from the hangover. Then he had hopped in Alicia's car and they had fetched hers left at the bash.
Had Alicia pulled over somewhere and given Jim a handjob? A blowjob? The slut.
A wind blew the mugginess around a little and promised a humid rain later. The interior of the store was cool and well-lit. She went straight to the lingerie section and spent time picking out more stockings. All the while, she thought of Rod and how many meetings with him she could cram in this coming week.
Walking towards the register, she realized she had forgotten the kitchen towels. Making her way to that section, she was pleased to see a pregnant woman waddling heavily by the bath towels. She was small, like Carlene, but about ready to burst, it looked like.
The woman saw her and they shared a smile.
She recalled how she had carried her son and the joy it brought, despite the discomfort. It always made her feel warm and happy to see another woman on her way into motherhood. Too many nowadays avoided marriage and children.
She gave a glance to the woman. She wore a wedding ring.
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bsp; Good for her.
She turned to go and paused at the intersection of the aisles. Throwing one last, admiring glance at the pregnant woman she saw what must have been her husband approach and hug her from behind.
She froze.
When his head pulled back from kissing the woman's ear she saw it was Rod. Her Rod. He wore a wedding ring on his tanned hand.
Her stomach heaved. A clammy chill fell from her head down to her feet. Her armpits heated and moistened.
I'm going to be sick.
She ran before he could turn his head and see her.
Clutching her stockings and towels to her chest, she hurried to the front. Tears bubbled out of her eyes. She began blubbering.
I can't stand in line and pay for these. I have to get out of here.
She dropped the things onto a display and broke into a run. The faster she ran, the faster her tears ran down her cheeks. Her nose was running.
People were looking.
She burst out of the doors past others coming in. She ran out in front of a honking car and darted up her parking aisle.
Suddenly hands were grabbing her.
“Carlene?”
Rod? She wanted to scream. She drew breath. Panic flooded her. She reared back to launch her best slap of rage.
Through her tears she saw not Rod. She almost collapsed with relief. The tears flowed faster.
It was Russel and Alicia.
She draped against him and wept.
He smoothed her hair and held her.
Carlene laid against her husband.
Jim held her, stroking her hair.
Like Russel did earlier.
“Are you sure you don't want to talk about it?” he said.
“I will; I just need to think for a while.”
She felt him nod.
“Give me a few days.”
“Days?”
“Yes.”
* * *
Carlene really hated Mondays.
She needed a vacation. Time away from work. Time away from Eric. Time away from Rod.
How had she come to this point? When had she been swept away? She felt as if her life had eroded around her and there was little left to stand on.
What did she know? She knew Eric was married and a lecher. She had no interest in him, fun though it might have been for a few visits. She knew now Rod was married. No wonder he claimed he had no phone number. No wonder he never came over on the weekends. No wonder he didn't show up at the bash. No wonder he had never kissed her. But he had kissed his wife in the department store.
He loved his wife and he was lying to Carlene.
She didn't like being lied to. She didn't want it. No matter how good a penis felt. She didn't want to be treated that way.
“Eric's office.” She answered the phone.
“Hey.” Revolting voice.
Great. What do I say? Cuss him out? Tell him off? Hang up? “Hi.”
“Got your wedding outfit with you?”
It was his way of inviting her for a lunch-screw.
She sighed. “No. Kinda busy today.”
“Okay, sweets. Tomorrow then.”
Yeah right. Not happening. But her body shook. Whether it shook in anger or fear or lustful memory, she wasn't sure. What she did know was that Rod had seen the last of her.
* * *
“Two?” the hostess said.
Jim nodded.
Carlene let him guide her to the table. They didn't often go out to restaurants. But he had wanted steak and steak sounded good. This was to be their opportunity to talk.
“Your waiter will be with you shortly,” the young blonde said. She handed them menus.
She knew what she wanted.
“You know what you want, right?” He grinned.
She nodded. She always got a ribeye when they went out. “I've been thinking a lot over the last couple of days.”
“I can tell.” He was reading the menu, not looking at her. But he was listening intently. She knew him.
“Eric was fun for a time or two. But he didn't treat me like you do.”
He looked up over the menu. “So you noticed.”
“Like I wouldn't?”
“I didn't want to spoil your fun if you were having it.”
Too thoughtful. He should have said something. “I always listen to you.”
He grunted. “And with Rod?”
He knew her too well. Just too damned well. She fought an urge to throw her napkin in his face just to be unpredictable. No, with Rod, she would not have listened. “That's the problem. I think I expected too much out of him. That's not going to happen again.”
“Rod completely or just your expectations?” He went back to reading the menu list.
“Completely.”
His eyebrows rose, but he didn't look at her.
“He's married, I found out. Wife looking about three seconds from giving birth to quintuplets. I don't want to be used and lied to.”
“I don't want that either.”
“So you're not mad?”
“Hell no. I could tell you were getting carried away with him.”
“Why didn't you say anything?”
“Because you needed to see it for yourself.”
“Well, no more games for me. Like I said, I don't want to be used and lied to.”
“If Rod hadn't played games with you?”
“Well, I guess then we might still be doing things. But it would be different.”
“Oh? How?”
“I don't want to be without you anymore. This was all a part of your desire, too.”
He grunted.
“I love you, Jim. That must always be my very first priority.”
He nodded.
“If you can't be there then all this ends. Well, it's ended anyway.”
“Good evening, I'm Andy your waiter for tonight. Oh, hello, Carlene.”
She looked up into the eyes of the nineteen year old grocery stocker. “Andy?”
Jim looked up, then went back to his menu.
She gave Andy a meaningful look, glanced at Jim, then shook her head.
Andy gave a short nod. “Yeah, I moonlight as a waiter for some extra cash. You know.”
Jim looked up. “You two know each other?”
She slid her menu towards Andy. “He works at the grocery store.”
Her husband smiled at her.
They gave their orders and Andy left.
“First name basis, huh?” Jim winked at her.
She blushed, deep. “Well, uh, he wears a nametag and he's seen my name on the register screen.”
“How nice of him to know it and remember.”
“Oh, well, I suppose.” His penis hammered me like a machine and blew three loads into me that you might have tasted one night. Other than that, yes, he's nice.
“He must be nice if you're blushing.”
She giggled, very nervous. She didn't know what to say and her blush deepened.
“I bet someone like him wouldn't play games with you.”
She grew hot with embarrassment.
Jim chuckled.
Dinner was good and Andy was polite.
Paying the bill, Jim said, “I'm going to use the restroom. You want to wait here or the waiting lounge?”
“I'll wait in the lounge.” She got up with him and they headed towards the front. He veered to the restrooms and she went into the lounge.
A few other couples were there, waiting now that the hour was getting later. She perched on a stool and waited.
A man started to wander over to her and she made a show of fixing her hair, her wedding ring prominently displayed. Just go away.
Jim came in, grinning. “Okay, let's go.”
“What are you grinning about?”
“Let's just go home, okay? I have a surprise for you.”
Uh oh. What was he up to?
Jim answered the knock on their door.
She heard it shut.
“Jim? Who w
as it?”
There was no answer.
Curious, she got out of bed. She plodded out in her t-shirt.
Two men were grinning at her in the living room.
She squeaked.
But they weren't both men. Jim stood there next to Andy and both were smiling at her – Jim with a devious twist and Andy with a lusting one.
“What?” She didn't know what to say.
“I asked him if he wanted to party a little with you. He liked the idea.”
Uhhh...
Her husband winked. “Andy is going to make sure you have a little fun after such an awful week.”
Well crap. It's not like he hadn't already. “Okay.” Her voice was small, timid.
Jim approached her and hugged her. His kiss on her lips was gentle. “Relax and have fun. Forget about the others.”
“Are you sure?”
He blinked. “Me? Sure. Are you okay?”
She nodded.
He stepped back.
Andy was already stripping. His penis was already hard.
Jim nodded at her.
She stepped forward and up to the nineteen year old boy.
Andy gave her a smile.
She reached out and gripped his erection. He closed his eyes. She moved her hand on it, stroking, feeling its hardness, its warmth and its pulsing beat.
“Ah, yeah, Carlene.”
He grabbed her and pushed her down on her knees.
She saw her husband pull off his pants and sit in the chair.
Andy guided her head to his penis.
Adjusting her grip, she stroked him and slid her lips over his erection.
Jim sighed happily.
She sucked on Andy's penis and stroked the shaft.
His head was back, his eyes closed. His hand pulled on her head.
Jim was in the chair beginning to play with himself. His penis was standing up.
After a moment of oral play, Andy lifted her and pushed her down onto the couch. He got between her legs and rammed his erection into her.
She moaned out in discomfort and relief. Her pussy was a mix of lust and nerves.
Andy rammed his young hips into hers, driving his pulsing erection into her. Once again, he pumped like a machine. His eyes were closed, his mouth open and a look of concentration on his face.
She watched his small butt rise and fall between her legs. Finally, she relaxed and closed her eyes. She felt the pleasure of the act and moved her hips in counterpoint to the young man's thrusts.
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