Celebrating Valentine’s Day proved tricky when one was having an affair. The holiday was never meant to be divided between two lovers.
So Gordon and I decided to meet a few days beforehand. Once again, he cleared his afternoon schedule and made a reservation at the nearby hotel.
I dressed ridiculously for the weather, choosing a pink babydoll dress, nude thigh-highs, and white stiletto heels. Of course, my Burberry coat would conceal the inappropriate outfit, enabling me to enter the lobby without drawing too much attention.
Gordon opened the hotel room door almost as soon as I knocked. I giggled when he pulled me close and gave my neck a hungry kiss.
“I’ve missed you,” he whispered.
Though only a week had passed since Kelly’s birthday party, I readily confessed that I’d missed him, too. It was the truth, for no matter what I spent my days doing, be it tutoring students, tending to the house, or playing dutiful wife to Julian, I couldn’t stop thinking of my father-in-law.
I eased from his embrace only to loosen my coat belt. As soon as my skimpy outfit was visible, Gordon again reached for me. His palms moved along my dress to linger at my breasts.
“My God, you are so fucking sexy.” He lifted the dress’s almost non-existent skirt. My lacy white panties invited him to slip his fingers inside. He was already down to his shirtsleeves, and as I pressed my face against his chest, I felt his warmth through the cotton. My faint whimpers grew louder from the pleasure his touch delivered.
Before we got carried away, I managed to tell him, “I have a present for you. For Valentine’s Day.”
He gave my clit another caress. “This is present enough, baby. And I have something for you, too.”
It wasn’t the idea of an expensive gift that made my cheeks flush with happiness. It was that he had thought this day for lovers a worthwhile occasion to offer me a token of his affection.
And I soon discovered it was far more than a token. As Gordon and I sat next to each other on the bed, he reached for his discarded suit coat. I watched him withdraw a red velvet box. When he opened it to reveal the ring inside, I couldn’t help but gasp.
Gordon explained that the Edwardian-era ring had been in his family for generations. “I have no sisters, so my mother passed it down to me. I think she assumed I’d give it to my wife, but I never did.”
The platinum ring’s center stone was a magnificent pigeon blood ruby, surrounded by a circle of diamonds. I was so touched by the gift that I couldn’t speak for a few seconds. Finally, I managed to say through my tears, “Gordon, I can’t possibly take this.”
“Of course you can. I want you to have it.”
Though I shook my head, he grasped my right hand and slipped the heirloom onto my ring finger. His face broke into a huge smile as he said, “I was hoping it would fit.” Looking up at me, he noticed the tears threatening to spill over my lids. “Honey, what’s wrong?”
Now I was the one who smiled. “Nothing,” I choked out. “I just… I don’t know how to thank you.”
Lifting my hand to his lips, he placed a tender kiss on the inside of my wrist. “You already have, Clara.”
I composed myself with a few even breaths. When I was certain I wouldn’t start crying, I leaned to give Gordon a deep kiss. “It’s so beautiful, and I will cherish it all the more because you gave it to me.”
While embracing me, he stroked my hair. “If Julian asks about it, tell him it’s a cheap replica you ordered online. He’ll never know the difference.”
Perhaps I should have insisted on him opening his present from me first, because I now felt embarrassed by my meager gift. The diamond and gold cufflinks I’d bought had put a massive dent in my personal savings account, which consisted of the money I earned from tutoring. Yet I hadn’t thought twice about spending so much.
As I watched Gordon unwrap the gift, my stomach roiled with anxiety. I feared he would be unimpressed, the way Julian often was when I tried to choose something nice to buy for him.
“Oh, Clara, these are absolutely lovely!” Gordon’s gaze softened at the sight of the cufflinks.
“I bought them myself.” I didn’t want him to think I’d used the credit card Julian had given me. “And I know they’re not nearly as nice as your other ones…”
Gordon pressed his lips to mine to silence me. “They’re perfect,” he insisted. “They’re already my favorite pair, and I’ll wear them every day to keep you close.”
His response made me beam. Shrugging out of my coat, I asked in my most seductive voice, “Are you ready for your other gift?”
“So ready!”
After we’d undressed and pulled back the covers, Gordon sat on the bed with his legs stretched out in front of him. It took only a few kisses and strokes to get him hard that afternoon, and I was so eager to be filled that I skipped foreplay altogether. Straddling his lap, I sank down upon his erection. A groan of satisfaction emerged from my throat when that bulbous tip pressed against my inner walls.
In this position, with my arms and legs wrapped around him, deep penetration was difficult, but I loved the intimacy of it. While Gordon and I shared a sensual kiss, I started rocking my hips. He moaned into my mouth, clearly enjoying the stimulation. His lips traveled to my neck, and as he wrapped me in a warm embrace, I ran my fingers through his hair.
I reveled in the act of giving myself to him this way. My pleasured sighs turned to moans when he fondled my nipples and gently squeezed my breasts.
Finally, my lover lifted his head to meet my gaze. A cascade of different emotions flooded his face. Lust was there, of course, along with a deeper contentment. But I swore his eyes grew wet as he regarded me.
“I love you,” he whispered. Then his mouth claimed mine in a hard, desperate kiss, as if he feared my reply.
In the moments that followed, with him inside me, I felt cocooned in bliss. A splendid warmth washed over my body, and I shivered from the joy of it.
My hips slowed as I cupped Gordon’s face in my hands. “I love you, too.”
His smile made him look so much younger then. When he returned to toying with my nipples, my arousal got the best of me. I ended up with my feet planted on the bed on either side of him. Now, I could easily bounce up and down on his cock.
Gordon looked down to see my pussy gliding along his length. The sight made him go slack-jawed, and as he gripped my ass, I heard his shallow breathing.
Holding onto him, I moved at a frenzied pace. Eerie, lilting cries fell from my lips.
I managed to give him a quick, open-mouthed kiss before the shudders overtook me. My legs wobbled, threatening to collapse entirely, but his strong hands supported my weight. I was sweating from my efforts, my skin burning hot.
When our eyes again locked, I knew he was close. Through the peak and ebb of my climax, I kept riding him.
“I’m almost there!” His stare was wild and desperate. “You want my cum, baby?”
He knew I always did, but it still excited him to hear me say it.
“Yes!” I wailed. “Fuck, come inside my pussy!”
Seconds later, he issued a labored groan, and I felt the powerful tremor course through him. Now, I settled all the way down on his cock. I craved the sensation of his erection throbbing deep within my cunt.
Finally spent, Gordon cradled me to him. Though our breathing hadn’t yet returned to normal, we shared a fervent kiss.
“I love you,” he said again while nuzzling my neck. I understood he wanted to make it clear he hadn’t spoken those words solely out of passion.
“And I love you, Gordon.”
Lifting his head, he searched my face.
“I love you,” I repeated, emphasizing each word. “I promise nothing will ever change that.”
His smile was so pure, so worshipful, that I wanted to cry. It wasn’t fair for me to confess my feelings, not when I was married to his son.
A good woman would have saved such a wonderful man from the inevitable heartache to come. She would have done all she could to spare him that anguish.
But I’d never fooled myself into thinking I was a good woman.
*****
A little past four on Valentine’s Day afternoon, I heard the doorbell’s chime. Though Julian had told me he planned to leave work early, I knew he wouldn’t be home until five.
Glancing out the living room window, I spotted Gordon’s car. My body instinctively responded to the knowledge he was here; my pulse quickened while the heat of arousal settled between my thighs.
Yet he’d said nothing about stopping by. I assumed Kelly expected him home early as well.
My heels clicked against the hardwood floor as I hurried to the door. I couldn’t hide my delighted smile at the sight of my father-in-law.
“Gordon, I’m so glad to see you!” I had to stop myself from reaching for him. The neighbors were disinterested in me and Julian for the most part, but they weren’t completely oblivious. “Please come in.”
I grew nervous when he didn’t return my smile. Had something terrible happened? Had Kelly found evidence of our affair?
Gordon didn’t give me a chance to ask what was wrong. Once he stepped into the house and I closed the door, he pulled me to him. I expected a kiss, even lifted my face to receive it. But he merely kept a firm hold on my upper arms. His expression was full of anguish.
“Gordon, what—”
“I know I shouldn’t be here.” Squeezing his eyes shut, he added, “God, you’re so beautiful, it hurts to see you.”
I was wearing a scarlet-red, off-the-shoulder cocktail dress. Julian loved the way it accentuated my cleavage, so I’d chosen it for him tonight. Of course, I never dreamed Gordon would be seeing me, too. I also wore the beautiful ring he’d given me.
When he let me go, only to drop his arms at his sides, I pressed a hand to his face. “It’s okay,” I said softly.
Gordon opened his eyes. With a faint smile, he said, “It’s stupid of me, showing up like this. But the thought of you with him tonight…” He seemed physically incapable of finishing that sentence. His eyes darkened in agony, and he merely shook his head.
I felt as if I’d betrayed him. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I wish…”
“Don’t.” Though his tone was gentle, that single word silenced me. Suddenly, he turned away. I watched him take a step toward the door. “You must think I’m horrible, begrudging my son a special night with his wife.”
“Of course I don’t!” My hand shot out to seize his arm. “Don’t ever say that.”
Gordon froze beneath my touch. His face was now ashen as he met my stare. “He’s my flesh and blood, Clara.”
The pleading note in his voice made me recoil. Had he finally realized I lacked his decency? I still felt practically no remorse over what we’d done.
“Do you want to stop?” My lips quivered while I spoke. I didn’t need a mirror to know that crimson splotches had appeared on my cheeks and chest.
Gordon’s eyes widened. He looked like he couldn’t quite make sense of what I’d said. Again, he grasped my arms. “You really think we can stop this?”
I knew I couldn’t. Still, I croaked out, “We can try. If this is hurting you.”
“It might be hurting me.” He backed me up against the wall, and I gasped when he kissed my neck. “But losing you would kill me.”
I could only stand there, incredulous, as he knelt at my feet.
“Julian will be here soon,” I warned, though I didn’t try to stop Gordon from lifting my dress.
He seemed mindless of the hardwood floor beneath his knees. Leaning forward, he pressed his mouth against the front of my panties. I was ashamed of the needy moan that escaped me.
Despite my fearful glance at the clock, I thrust my hips, trying to grind against Gordon. He rewarded me by pulling the crotch of my skimpy underwear aside. Expertly, he used his fingers and tongue to pleasure my clit.
I took over the task of holding up my dress so he would have easy access to my wet cunt. With my free hand, I stroked his hair. My head fell back to rest against the wall, and my cries soon reverberated throughout the room.
Gordon licked and suckled my flesh like a man out of his mind with need. His groans, so full of arousal, only heightened my excitement.
He read the signs my body gave: my shaking thighs, my bucking hips. It drove him into a frenzy as he ate my pussy.
I came with a low scream, and my fingers tightened in his hair. His tongue kept me at my peak until I could no longer bear it. Then his licking and kissing grew more languid. He seemed content to remain there for the rest of the evening.
Only when I reached for him did he rise. I offered him my mouth for a tongue-filled kiss. All the while, I breathed in the scent of my sex.
Gazing down at me, Gordon said, “Don’t let him come inside you tonight.”
My cheeks flushed deeper. I found I liked his possessiveness.
“I promise,” I said with a pleased smile. “Now go wash your face.”
Minutes later, he emerged from the bathroom looking neat and no longer smelling like my pussy. On his way out the door, he planted a kiss on my mouth and said he loved me.
“I love you, too.” Giving his hand a squeeze, I added, “I’m glad you stopped by.”
As I watched him stride toward his car, I noticed the tension had eased from his shoulders. Though he and I would be spending the evening with our respective spouses, this clandestine meeting seemed to have sated him, at least temporarily.
Later that night, Julian and I returned home after dining at the most expensive restaurant in town. The coffee table in our living room bore a massive arrangement of the five dozen roses he’d given me. When I now presented him with a bottle of his favorite Scotch, an eighteen-year-old single malt, he happily added it to his collection.
Finally, we headed to the bedroom, where I put on my best performance yet. Wearing nothing but my stockings, I sucked Julian’s cock until he begged to be inside me. I moaned with feigned enthusiasm as he thrust into my pussy. By the time he was ready to climax, I’d successfully faked three orgasms.
The moment I felt him tense beneath my hands, I cried out, “Don’t come yet!”
Though Julian’s face twisted into an expression of torment, he slowed his thrusts. “Baby, I can’t last much longer.”
Smiling up at him, I said, “Come all over my face.”
His eyes widened a little. “Uh, I thought you didn’t like that.”
“I’m asking you to do it,” I pointed out. “I know you love making a mess of me.”
That was all the persuading Julian needed. Abruptly withdrawing, he moved to straddle me. The head of his cock was an angry red. As he brought it closer to my face, I lifted my hair out of the way.
“Try not to get any in my eyes,” I said before sticking out my tongue.
Julian pumped away at his dick, his grip rough. To his credit, he was more careful with his aim this time. I let out another slutty moan when his semen spattered onto my tongue. He left more on my cheek.
“That’s it!” He worked to milk every drop from his cock. “Swallow it down like the dirty little whore you are!”
I made a show of gulping down the bitter, salty cum. As it coated my throat, I suppressed a grimace. Julian eagerly watched me scoop up more from my skin and lick my fingers clean.
“Fuck, that was hot!” he groaned.
Once he’d slid off me and I was able to climb from the bed, I went to the bathroom to wash my face. The mirror reflected my smile, for I was downright triumphant.
While navigating the minefield of this particular Valentine’s Day, I’d managed to please my husband and keep my promise to my lover. And I was prepared to continue doing so.
Because Gordon was right: neither of us could stop this.
*****
As the affair continued, I found myself living in an eternal present. Despite the risk Gordon and I invited every time we met, my mood remained serene. No longer did I have to second-guess decisions I’d made in the past, and I had no reason to dwell on the future.
Instead, I focused on the hours until I heard from Gordon. Or the days until I saw him. As February ceded to March, and the air shook off the worst of winter’s chill, my father-in-law grew bolder about stopping by my house. His visits always took place when Julian was at work, and though I noticed my normally disinterested neighbor giving Gordon a curious glance, I wouldn’t allow worry to rupture the chrysalis of this new love.
Deception became second nature, a necessary transgression. I knew Julian planned for me to accompany him to his friend’s wedding in early spring. It was the same friend whose out-of-town bachelor party provided me and Gordon the opportunity to spend a blissful Friday afternoon together.
Though I knew it was selfish, maybe even reprehensible, I plotted to lie to my husband so I could stay home. Julian would leave early on Saturday morning. It would take him several hours to reach the town where the wedding was to be held. He’d already made arrangements for us to stay overnight. …
