by Amber Moon
They hit orgasm simultaneously, a might explosion of tension and semen. Her taps of love turned on fully as she came and came again.
She screamed as they hit the ultimate heights that were rarely achieved.
This was a moment to remember, it may never come again.
Olivia collapsed onto Doug's chest and they both lay together in the aftermath of a passion so rare.
He stroked her hair, revelling on the aftershock of what had just occurred.
How could he have this woman permanently, without upsetting his whole world? He wanted her to be his and only his, forever.
They dressed hurriedly as Doug was already late for his appointment. At the door he turned and said, “You know it will be December soon and I won't be able to see you, what with family and commitments, you know how busy I get?”
She pecked him on the cheek and as she pushed him out of the door answered, “ That's fine, I will see you in the New Year. Call me.”
As Doug turned to walk towards his car, he heard her call after him, “I love you Doug, An early Merry Christmas and may next year be all you want it to be.”
He certainly hoped it would and he knew he would have to make some big decisions.
Doug was out at various functions during December and neglected Olivia. He also neglected Mary and Gerry.
He was busy being admired by the new women coming his way and he found it easier to enjoy himself if he dismissed the three women in his life from his mind.
He embraced the 'Cassanova' in him. To say he revelled in the adulation bestowed on him, by the clamour for his attention, was an understatement.
He did not ring Olivia as he was struggling to keep the balance in his already chaotic life. He knew she would understand.
By the time it got to the one day when presents were opened and some people were happy and others disappointed Doug was exhausted.
Gerry went to her sisters in a huff as he failed to buy her the ring she wanted and Mary's constant fussing was driving him mad.
He sat in the corner of the kitchen watching the mayhem round the table, the noise was deafening as his sisters chatted far too loudly and their men, (who he had nothing in common with bar the fact that they were married to his sisters) were discussing golf, a game he loathed.
As he sipped his whisky his thoughts went to Olivia. He wondered what she was doing and toyed with the idea of ringing her home and hoping she picked up the phone.
He imagined her sitting round the table with her family, her parents and a host of friends.
Olivia loved to entertain and cook. She loved feeding people and thrived on playing 'the hostess with the mostest'.
He managed to call her a few times in the busy weeks up to the new year.
They knew it would be impossible to meet and just exchanged the usual pleasantries.
Doug missed her so much and in his lonely times imagined them in bed together kissing and laughing, remembering her body next to his, on top of him, underneath him.
It made him long for the first of January and the new year.
Olivia was a very funny person and a great observer of life. She had a dry sense of humour that others may have called bitching.
She was no bitch, only in the privacy of the bedroom.
Doug's longing for her did not dissipate, it just took a back seat as he played the happy family man and doting lover of Gerry.
Doug was a liar and hypocrite. He often lied to himself about his behaviour.
Was it his fault he married Mary? No she tricked him into it.
Was it his fault that Gerry was living in a one bedroom flat waiting for the crumbs he threw her? No, she knew what she was getting herself into by having a married man.
As he sat now in the warmth of his kitchen Doug watched Mary. How could he escape the ministrations of a wife who was becoming more displeasing to him as the days went by?
He was having difficulty with his physical husbandly duties and was always happy to turn his back on the mother of his children and dream of those big brown eyes, those big breasts that he loved to caress, those nipples he could not wait to kiss again.
“Doug, Doug” Mary shouted, “You are daydreaming again, for goodness sake get up here and carve this turkey, we are all starving.”
Doug returned from his daydream to the real world and apologised before taking the carving knife and slowly slicing the bird that was in the middle of the table.
He would get through this day and the days to follow by thinking of the sweet Olivia.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Olivia and Doug met on the 4th of January.
They arranged to meet at their usual venue, The George and Dragon at Apperley Bridge.
If they didn't have time to go to the boat they would walk along the Leeds Liverpool canal, laughing, joking and always kissing.
Olivia was late and Doug sat nervously with his pint of beer rehearsing the question he wanted to ask her when she arrived.
It was a serious question and for the last fifteen minutes Doug had recited it many different ways in order to get it right.
He knew it had serious implications to their relationship and that Olivia's answer might change their lives forever.
The door to the room opened and a flurry of snow from outside accompanied a figure in a large winter coat and fluffy hat.
Olivia practically fell through the door as a gust of wind blew her in. She was white all over as the sleet from outside stuck to her red woollen coat.
She removed her coat and hung it on the pegs to her right before walking towards the fire rubbing her hands and placing the palms towards the flames.
“Good Lord,” she laughed, “The weather is getting worse out there. I don't think I can stay long or I won't be able to get home.”
Doug ordered a vodka tonic and they made small talk about the end of the year and the festivities they attended.
They rarely talked about their families; the guilt kept that subject away.
They began to discuss all that they had done together during the previous year.
All went well until Doug said, “I think you were a bit too reckless inviting me to your house that time. I know you like to live dangerously but I do think that you sometimes push the boundaries too far”.
Olivia was taken aback by his comment and returned with, “I didn't hear you complaining when I sat on your face?”
They looked at each other as thought they were squaring up for a fight. After a long moment, they began to laugh.
They laughed like two small children with a guilty secret, heads coming down together and foreheads nearly touching.
Doug got hold of her hand as he whispered, “ I have missed you”.
They had a big secret filled with little secrets, that were the memories no one could take from them and they would stay with them forever. It felt good.
A comfortable silence descended and they sat watching the flames of the brilliant fire before them until Doug said, all in one go, “I have a question for you, would you leave your children for me?”
“Why do you ask that?” was the reply.
Doug told Olivia he just wondered, that was all.
Olivia began to study his face, she had a habit of doing that when she was getting serious.
She was not only a good talker and a good listener but also a very good reader of facial expressions.
She took a drink and studied the burning embers before turning abruptly towards him with the reply, “Would you leave your children for me?”
Without thinking Doug said a very firm, “No”.
Olivia smiled, “Then there is your answer”.
As Doug drove home he wondered why he asked Olivia such a question, what had he expected her to say? What would he have done had she said yes? He thought about the other two women in his life and began to compare them.
The minuses were many for Mary and Gerry, the familiarity was so boring.
Gerry sulked a lot if he could not meet he
r needs and Mary was happy doing the shopping and being his mother.
Mary had forgotten how to be his wife and he was no longer her husband.
Olivia was so different. She was wild and unpredictable. She was so much younger than her age. She was positive and outgoing but also reckless. She cared too much and it wasn't often that she had her feet on the ground.
She was life, she was sunshine and laughter. Olivia was the future.
The other two were clouds and rain.
She was also very good in bed and sometimes took the initiative.
The other two were not in her league and there was no comparison to be made.
As he was getting older Doug realised that life was not all about sex and that what he had with Olivia was a bonus.
He loved Olivia but he loved himself more and he knew that sooner or later he would have to hurt her and end it.
He did not want to be the bad guy and if he left Mary he would be.
This was becoming serious and while he did not want to think of the future he felt that was probably why he asked the question.
Doug hoped that she would answer as she did, then he could say there was no point in going on.
He was so confused. He wanted Olivia. He didn't want Olivia.
There would be a high price to pay to be with her. He loved her with a passion and it was all becoming too much for him.
He was playing with fire now and it was time to put the fire out.
Time began to pass them by and the meetings between Doug and Olivia became farther apart as work commitments and family began to engulf them.
There was little time for personal pleasure. Doug did what he always did when he was in a stressful situation and could not make a decision.
He found a diversion which could push much needed decisions he might have to make, to the back of his mind.
He would think about them tomorrow. Tomorrow never came for Doug.
His diversion took him to Olivia's friend Brenda.
Brenda lived near to him and she was showing some interest. He was enjoying the attention.
There was no harm in a little flirting was there?
Brenda and Doug's children went to the same swimming club.
Once or twice he felt her eyes on him when he waited for them in the car park.
At first he wondered if it was because she might know about his relationship with Olivia but dismissed that as he had sworn Olivia to secrecy and told her she must never ever tell anyone about them.
He knew that Olivia was a law unto herself and so maybe Brenda knew.
Brenda covertly flirted with him. He had known enough women in his time to know what she was doing.
He flirted back, there was no harm in it, was there?
Doug was chairman of the village Gala committee and the first meeting was due the first week in May.
New members would be elected onto the committee and they desperately needed some new people. Some fresh blood was the order of the day.
Doug arrived early at the hall and put all the chairs out ready for the doors opening at seven.
Most of the village turned up and wriggled about on the uncomfortable fold down chairs as the meeting began.
Doug was reading the agenda, not paying much attention to the audience.
He looked up and saw Brenda staring at him. He smiled and winked at her.
He wondered why she didn't smile back, she wasn't with her husband.
Then he saw her talk to someone sitting next to her. He couldn't see who it was as she was hidden behind Joe Freeman, the body builder from the gym down the street.
Doug made a mental note to speak to Brenda in the break, she might introduce him to her mystery friend, who might be worth a few hours of his time.
The new committee was elected and Brenda got her wish to be on it. This would be brilliant as she would see more of Doug.
She couldn't tell Olivia how she was feeling, as she knew how much Olivia loved Doug.
As Doug came down the steps of the stage he headed towards Brenda. She was standing alone.
He looked round to see where her friend was and his eyes caught the door and saw the back of someone with long blond hair leaving.
He knew who it was and thought , “Oh no!! I better give her a ring tomorrow”.
Things hadn't been the same between them since the day of the question and both had excuses for not calling.
Olivia was busy fund raising again and he was busy organising the Gala.
Both excuses were part truths. They could have made time for each other.
Neither of them mentioned the night at the village hall.
They were uncomfortable when they did speak on the phone and absence was not making the heart grow fonder in this instance.
Doug was staring out of the window in his office when the phone rang bringing him back to life.
He answered with an abruptness used as part of his business voice. It softened when he realised who it was.
His heart missed a beat and he could almost smell her perfume down the phone.
They chatted about nothing and Doug asked Olivia if she would be at the Gala, something he was dreading.
Mary would be there, he was being openly pursued by Brenda now and the last thing he needed was Olivia to walk onto the field.
Olivia said she might come but wasn't sure. This led to some telephone flirting which in turn began to stir the demon sleeping in his Tommy Hilfiger's.
“I have missed you but have been so busy,” Doug told her.
“Yes, I know,” she said before putting the phone down.
Gala day arrived and everything was running smoothly. Doug paid attention to what he was putting on and slapped on some Paco Raban, a gift from Gerry for their anniversary.
He forgot to buy her anything and she went into one of her usual sulks.
He made up for it later by buying her a bracelet during their lunch hour.
Sometimes in their lunch hour they would wander round town and Gerry would pull him into this shop and that shop.
It bored Doug. A shopper he was not. But if it appeased Gerry it was a task well done.
Doug was meeting Olivia in the 'Big Pirate' at one o'clock.
They were both going to bring a friend to make things less conspicuous, as everybody in the village knew Doug.
Here they were again, living dangerously.
As he came round the corner into the beer garden, Doug saw Olivia at a table with Anne, he recognised Anne from the fashion show.
He remembered Anne's pert little bottom going up the steps before him.
He saw she had put some weight on.
Anne and Olivia were chatting to three men sitting opposite them at a picnic bench.
It was obvious that they were all enjoying themselves by the noise and laughter coming from them .
He realised that they were all flirting with each other and Doug felt a twinge of something alien to him; something akin to jealousy.
His eyes rested on Olivia feasting on her beige dress. A short skirt barely covered her tanned legs.
He could imagine those legs wrapped around him.
The bodice of the dress pushing her globes of passion up, making them nearly overspill into public view.
He could imagine the brown nipples in his mouth.
Beautiful strappy, flat sandals with orange gemstones adorned her feet.
He could imagine kissing those beautiful feet.
Olivia was leaving little to the imagination today.
As he reached the table Olivia looked up and their eyes met, speaking more than any words could.
She smiled as she said, “Hey Doug, how are you doing?”
“Oh God” Doug thought, “Is she drunk?”
Olivia patted the seat beside her, “Come here and sit beside me,” she said.
Doug said “Hello” to the three men at the table .
He knew them from the local football team.
“Doug did some fas
hion shows with me last year, didn't you? He is very good at what he does”. There it was that wicked grin.
Doug nodded to the men and sat down.
Olivia kissed him on the cheek, the musky smell of her perfume, Opium, making its way into his senses, spread a glow down between his legs.
Olivia rose to leave the table to go to the ladies, she excused herself and left the men talking about football.
Anne accompanied her.
Doug watched them as they walked across the grass, his longing for her body increasing.
Olivia turned to catch him staring and winked. The enigmatic look that he was so used to now spread across her face.
She was planning something and the butterflies in his stomach rose to amazing heights.
The three men began to discuss the ladies in their absence.
They were laughing as they wondered if they might be up for a threesome and who would take which one and what they might be like in bed.
Doug kept out of it until one of them asked him, “So which one would you like?”
They were discussing Olivia and Anne as though they were whores and Doug felt very uncomfortable.
He laughed as he said, “ Neither, I am happily married to Mary”.
Doug noticed the look that passed between the three friends which said, “Oh yes, course you are”.
Olivia and Anne returned carrying large glasses of white wine.
He could see they were whispering to each other. There was definitely a conspiracy afoot.
He was ready for some excitement as for the past few weeks boredom had been his companion.
All talk of football exhausted, the three men left to go to the bar for more drink. They said goodbye to Doug and the girls.
One of them said, “If you ever fancy a night out then let us know, nudge, nudge, wink, wink”.
Doug looked down into his glass, “Thank goodness they have gone” he turned to Derek and asked, “You want another mate?” raising his empty glass.
Before Derek could answer Anne chipped in with, “Right, shall we got back to mine then?” I have some champagne that needs drinking, It would be a shame to waste it and it is such a beautiful afternoon”.
Olivia took hold of Doug's hand under the table, squeezing it hard as she rubbed her leg against his.