Our sex life, while once robust, has become, I don’t know, stagnant. Yeah, that’s the right word. It’s not going anywhere these days, and hasn’t been for the past five years. Elaine simply quit having sex with me and shows no interest in ever having sex with me anymore. At first I thought she was seeing someone, but that simply wasn’t the case. I have asked her on several occasions to please go seek counselling with me, but she said that no amount of talk could make her suddenly want sex with me again. Se says she loves me, but the physical attraction is gone. I asked her if she wanted a divorce, and she said absolutely not. She also said that her decision to forego sex wasn’t permission for me to fool around. That would change her mind about a divorce.
So I’m in a bit of a bind. I’ve done pretty good moneywise, but not so good that I could afford to lose half of what we have in a divorce. The prospect of cheating has entered my mind from time to time, but the specter of being financially ruined in a divorce has tempered those feelings a lot.
I’m also fairly handsome, with a slender-to-athletic build and a full head of thick, salt-and-pepper hair. I don’t doubt that I could attract someone if I were looking to step out, but I’ve never done anything but look.
On Monday nights we have our company golf league and, after we finish, around 6 or 8 of us go to a nearby bar, Harry’s, to drink, tell stories about our rounds and eat pizza. It’s not a very big place, and it doesn’t attract the younger crowd, which really works for me. Most of the women who stop by the bar are either with their husbands or boyfriends. There is the occasional table of four women, but they never appear interested in hooking up with anyone.
So one night after golf we are there at Harry’s and a woman walks in by herself and sits at the bar. A number of guys stop by to hit on her, but she rejects them all. She appears to be in her late forties, a brunette with a nice figure, although she has a little extra padding around the waist and her butt. In other words, just my type, if I were looking for a “type”.
One by one, all the guys at our tables call it a night. Before long, I am the only one there. I decide to help the only waitress out a little by taking our empty pitchers and glasses to the bar. As I take them up, the woman at the bar smiles at me. I can’t resist the urge to speak with her.
“Hello, there. My name is Vic,” I offer. “I don’t believe I’ve ever seen you here before, and I’m something of a regular here.” I had no illusions about her replying to my introduction, but she surprised me.
“Hi,” she said. “It looks like all of your friends have deserted you.”
“Yeah, they all have to get up early for work. I go in a little later, so I can stay up. May I buy you a drink?”
“That would be nice,” she said. “You can sit here with me if you like.”
I took her up on that and sat down on the seat next to her. We introduced ourselves and began to chat it up a bit. Her name was Cheryl, divorced and living alone. She worked in the investment area at one of the banks in the area. She had been divorced three years and, from the sounds of it, didn’t do too much dating. I explained that I was married. It didn’t seem to bother her or stop her from talking to me.
We talked so much that we lost track of time and only stopped because Ernie, the bartender, announced last call. We had one more drink and prepared to leave. I offered to walk her to her car.
When we got there, she told me that she only stops here on Mondays and Wednesday. She wanted to talk some more, but she didn’t want to cause problems with my golf group. I agreed to stop by on Wednesday. She said that would be nice and that she would be here.
A kiss at the car seemed inappropriate, so I offered my hand. She laughed and shook hands with me. “If you are here Wednesday we’re gonna have to do something about that handshake.” She said goodnight, got in her car and was gone.
I was looking forward to Wednesday night.
All day Tuesday I couldn’t stop thinking about Cheryl. She had a very pretty face to go along with her figure and her personality matched her looks. I told my wife that I was going out with some of our suppliers and she was okay with that, saying not to make too much noise when I got home. She hits the sack early after grading papers, so my evenings are usually all to myself.
On Wednesday I was in a really good mood and everyone in the office noticed it. In fact, one of our administrative assistants, a very attractive woman named Nancy, said that whatever had me in such a good mood should be sold over-the-counter. While I am never in a bad mood at work, it was clear that Nancy and others approved of the newer version of Vic. As long as they didn’t know what I was up to,they could think whatever they wanted.
I left work at 5:30 and by 6:00 I was walking into Harry’s. There weren’t too many people there, and none that I recognized. That was good. I scanned the bar and saw Cheryl sitting at a table in the far corner. She had a blouse on that fell off her shoulders and drew attention to her breasts with its low cut front. Her dark brown hair was pinned up, highlighting her face.
She was smiling by then, a sign that she was happy to see me. Her face had a glow about it and she was just about the sexiest thing I had seen in years. I sat down and just stared at her beautiful face.
We talked about anything and everything for the next three hours, drinking a little and laughing a lot.
Just after 9:00 she said that it was time for her to go. I got up with her and walked her to her car. This time there would be no handshake. She was leaning against her car door and I just kissed her lightly on her lips. She seemed to like it, but then she put her arms around my neck and pulled me closer, giving me a real kiss. Her lips parted, allowing our tongues to dance with one another. She moaned a little, which caused me to get the beginnings of an erection. Before we could go any further, she broke it off and wished me a good night. She then got into her car, started it and drove off.
I stood there, stunned at how much I enjoyed the kiss. As I fumbled in my jacket pocket for my keys I felt a slip of paper. It was Cheryl’s cell phone number and a note. It said, “I’ll be here Monday if you want to stick around after your friends leave.” She had drawn a happy face below the phone number.
Friday night my wife went out with some of her friends from the school and I was planning an evening of watching television. My mind wandered and I remembered the note. I took a chance and dialed it. when Cheryl answered it I told her that I hoped I wasn’t interrupting anything. “I was wondering if you’d ever call me,” she said. “I really enjoyed seeing you Wednesday night, especially the ending.” I told her that I hadn’t had anyone kiss me like that in years, and that I couldn’t wait until Monday. She laughed and said that she would be there.
I spent the weekend wondering if I was being foolish. For every reason I came up with against seeing her, there were two or three in favor of it. I just wondered where this would lead, and whether I was willing to seize the opportunity and act upon it. I decided that I would pursue this with caution. I really liked Cheryl, but I had to be careful not to draw too much attention to what we were doing.
Monday played out just like the previous week, with everyone going home and me staying behind, with one exception. Cheryl didn’t show up. I was getting ready to leave when the door opened and she walked in. She sat down next to me at the bar and began to talk.
“Look, Vic,” she began. “I don’t know where this is headed, but I really like you. I know that you are married, but you aren’t happy in your marriage. I’m willing to be discreet or anything it takes to keep this quiet and not get you in trouble. I wanted you to know that up front. If you want to walk away, I’ll understand, but I’m willing to give you some of the happiness you deserve.”
I was stunned. I hadn’t expected to hear this from her and I really didn’t know what to say, so I simply took her hand in both of mine and held it tightly. Her eyes glistened as she held back her tears.
“I’m in,” was all I said and she smiled.
It went on like that for three more weeks, with me walking her to the car and sharing a deep, passionate kiss with her. As we went on, I caressed her body as we kissed, feeling her taut breasts and her sumptuous ass. It never went further, and I didn’t push her to go further. Just about every Friday night I would call her and we enjoyed the sounds of our voices.
One Wednesday night as I kissed her goodnight she asked me to get in the car with her. As we sat in the front seat making out, she reached between my legs and found my erect cock. I tensed up, not quite ready for this bold move on her part.
“Relax,” she said. “Don’t you think it’s about time we went a little further?”
I mumbled a reply as she felt my cock through my pants. Her hands traced the outline of it and then she undid my belt, opened my pants and removed my fully erect penis. She stroked it, and looked in my eyes, as if to ask my approval. I nodded to her and then it began.
She bent her head down to my lap and began to lick and suck my cock as she stroked me. Her mouth was warm and wet, and she sucked the head of my cock, using her tongue to stimulate the soft, sensitive underside. Before long she was sucking me harder, increasing my pleasure.
“Cheryl, I’m going to cum,” I cried out. She simply increased her sucking and stroking and I felt my balls begin to tighten. She kept sucking as I began to cum, filling her mouth with my hot seed. She took it all without spilling a drop, gulping and swallowing as I emptied my load down her throat. When I finished, she was still sucking and licking, cleaning me up.
Finally she stopped and released my cock and it fell limply off to one side. She was smiling with tears in her eyes as she raised her head. I took her head in my hands and kissed her. Her mouth was still salty and sticky with the residues of my orgasm, but I kept kissing her.
I then reached between her legs to feel her sex, but she pushed my hand away.
“No, Vic,” she whispered. “Tonight was all about you, honey. Let’s just leave it at that for now.”
She straightened her clothes and her hair, a signal for me to get out of her car. She gave me one more kiss and then whispered, “Vic, I think I’m falling in love with you.”
I was speechless. I had to gather myself before I responded to her admission. What would I say?
To be continued
