Edith thought that she did have to get a hold of herself. If he failed to do that, and after seeing Milo again, then her secret might well become known or become obvious to the others and her husband, Adam, in particular.
The guests to a summer party, in her riverside home, were happily and noisily gathered downstairs for a commonplace event that she and Adam always hosted and for what might, yet, become a defining moment in their lives together. Milo’s admiring glance, as he was greeted, was just as she remembered it. How he was dressed, however, in a navy-blue lightweight summer suit and a white open-necked shirt contrasted sharply with the young man she had last seen. Chunky and stylish white trainers, with thick soles, made him look rebelliously chic.
“You made it,” she had whispered on greeting him.
“Yes, I couldn’t have stayed away. You look wonderful, again.” His admiring glances upon her were remembered only too well from that morning when she had met him at her yoga class.
She had excused herself to run upstairs, her reason to do so to fix her hair differently; that it was too warm and breezy to have it wafting about her face. The real reason was that she needed time to control her raging emotions about what she was getting into with him.
The hairbrush trembled in her slender-fingered hand as she brushed out her silken black hair. She stifled a curse as with one hand the brush was put down on the dressing table and the other held her hair. She then braided it, deftly, at the base of her neck, a jewelled clasp soon holding it in place.
She had purposefully taken care of her appearance, choosing to wear a new summer dress, the ruched white cotton decorated with random bunches of petite red flowers set among leafy fronds. The skirt was floaty and swirly, flattered her slender figure and the bodice left one shoulder exposed and knotted at the other. A beaded lariat necklace hung down onto the swell of her breasts, their rounded firmness shaped by the fabric, but not overly so, and on one wrist she had tied bangled leather-strap bracelets, the gemstones matching those of her earrings. They were delicate silver strands with a heart-shaped burnt-orange gemstone centrepiece, the colour of the flowers to be seen on her dress, the gemstones matched by her nail varnish.
It had all been bought and chosen for this day and she had done so not only to lift her spirits but also to suggest to Milo that she had dressed for him; that he would see another woman and contrast her with the one that he had met a week or so ago. It had been a meeting as unexpected as it had been distracting from all that prevailed in her life until that moment.
Milo was not a toy boy, as some might disparagingly describe him and her involvement with the young man who would be confident as he mixed with her guests. He was twenty-seven and a fiendishly clever engineer who had designed, built, and then patented a small room heater that was so efficient that investors in his start-up venture were knocking at his door, keen to invest more in it and to see the start-up business grow and to encourage his mercurial inventive skills.
“Don’t be long,” he had asked in a low voice, following her for a few steps and his excuse to take a drink from one of the trays studiously placed on a table close to where they had been standing. Some of the guests, including his parents, were near neighbours on this stretch of the Thames riverbank and were out on the decked balcony enjoying the views of the wooded riverbanks and the warmth of the day.
“I’ll try not to be, now go and mingle. The people we’ve invited are no strangers to you, Milo.”
Now, she closed her bedroom door and walked up the straight staircase and into the throng of guests. They were to be seen chattering in the echoing living room where the old metal roof trusses were such a feature.
Milo’s gaze upon her was again met as she picked up her glass of chilled white wine and soon joined in the lively conversation that swelled all around her. She knew only too well how he felt about being close to each other but not touching or speaking of what they had discovered.
She had taken a wild chance of going with him the first time, only to realise that she wanted so much more. A recklessly passionate tryst had become a prolonged fling, the discovery of which would have ruined all of her carefully laid plans and her prenup. There was too much money and property involved for either she or Adam to stray or, if they did, to take every precaution going to avoid any risk of either party discovering that the other had shared the heat.
But Adam had declared that he had asked a special guest, to him at least, to be at the party and so uncertainty abounded.
What a change it all was from the last time Milo had been with her; unlikely, and then gloriously unexpected, as his attention to her had become not so long ago. But not now.
♥
Milo had chosen to be at the gym session that day on a break from my usual routine. He had also expressed pleasure to see her there too.
“I’m here almost every week, Milo,” she had replied, “and I do the exercises more intensely when I’m here.”
“And compete against the others, you mean?”
“Yes, you could say that. What about you…why be here? I usually see you out sculling on the river.”
It seemed to her to be a very lonely pastime and the energy that she had seen him put into moving the single scull, the smooth rhythm of his coordinated pull on the oars and thrust of his legs as Milo sat on the roller seat, had captured her attention. The exercise, the intensity that she had seen him bring to moving the scull over often choppy water, had bestowed a rugged physique of broad shoulders, strong arms and legs, and it burned off any excess fat, of which she saw none.
“I’m taking a break from work and I need to ease aches and pains. I didn’t warm down enough after the competition I entered last weekend. Sculling is a great way to unwind after the stresses of my business.” He had spoken easily and now he shrugged. “I’ll stow my kit bag away and get a mat.”
“The store by the reception desk has them,” she said helpfully. “The hire charge is a pound.”
“See you in there then, Edith!” he smiled, his face creasing at the sides of his mouth.
Edith saw him taking in her appearance with a single drift of his soft brown eyes over what she had chosen to wear. “You will!”
He was glad to see her, needed that distraction after a messy break-up with a woman he’d met through his business, work that had been taking up so much of his time. He had not seen Edith looking so good, the tank top and high-waisted mini shorts shaping her beautifully. They were all but a second skin on her rounded hips, the curve of her mound and revealed strong slender legs. Her skin glowed with health and was lightly tanned, her glossy black hair swept back and fastened at the nape of her neck.
To him, the name Edith was only too proper, an old-fashioned name that belonged to another age and failed to fully define the woman she had become to him. In contrast, his name of Milo was of the moment but was not so much in use as to be familiar. He’d had his share of ribbing about it, both at school and then university, but his career had not suffered and his name even set him apart from others in his field of work. He did very well out of it and already had his place, an apartment that had views of the river and that he lived in alone.
“Yes, you will see me! Now go, or you’ll miss the start.”
She took a last glance at herself in the mirror, set to one side of the door, before she went into the training room and laid her mat on the floor near the front. She didn’t want to be distracted from her exercises by meeting Milo’s look upon her. It had been only too unwavering and approving. She turned briefly to see him enter the room, the door creaking as Milo pulled it open, and her heart gave a little skip as she met a moment’s smile that he directed her way.
Two weeks had passed since she had last seen Milo sculling on the river and now she could scarcely keep her eyes off him as he laid the mat at his feet and glanced around at others in attendance before they again settled upon her.
She couldn’t help but smile at him, taken as she was by him and his ways.
Milo had a sensual mouth framed by a neatly clipped moustache and a beard that was thick, but neatly trimmed, but it failed to soften the strength in his jawline. Trimmed, or not, his bushy eyebrows were straight and Milo’s pensive face was topped by a mass of thick silken hair that was unruly and swept back. She could so easily drown in the dark pools of his eyes whenever she met his look her way, a stilled wondering look that went with a soft smile teasing the corners of his mouth.
It seemed that he was into her, attracted to her, and she felt a little frisson of pleasure that it was so. Adam could be so remote and consumed by his work, his travels, and periods of absence of two or three days. It was then that she regretted, even resented, the fact that they had no children that would fill the emotional void, and the hours in the day, that she was left with. Life had become a prosperous, not conspicuously wealthy, arrangement between them.
So, Milo’s presence at the exercise and yoga class had opened her eyes and mind to other possibilities, and that his look upon her suggested might be on his mind too. Milo was in control of his life, of that she had no doubt, and she wondered if she could find a place in that too if distraction could be found with him.
Milo worked prodigiously hard. She learned of that from his mother, a come-and-go friend as neighbours so often were. The Jacksons lived in a property a few plots up the lane from her and Adam, but only their son Milo was ever to be seen out on the river and she would often watch him sculling by and would wave, out of friendly greeting, Milo interrupting his momentum to offer and answering wave.
Through such fleeting moments, a bond was gradually forming and now he was in the same room with her and taking part in a yoga class.
She’d never thought that Milo would scull back towards her on the return leg of his last rowing session, hugging the shoreline as far as the spread of the oars, and overhanging branches of the trees on the riverbank allowed. He had chosen to stop and talk, gazing up at her as she stood on the deck that she often lay on, sunbathing, or in a sunchair reading, or scrolling through what was to be seen on her iPad.
“You look exhausted,” she had ventured and had seen him laugh in that captivating way of his.
“I feel it after doing an interval session…fast and then slow…then fast again. I’ll bear it in mind, the effect on me, the next time I call by and I see you standing on your sun deck.” He had gone on to give a moment’s stilled and appraising look upon her, dressed in a flattering orange tank top and cream shorts. “I’ll have a reason to do so.”
Now, Milo moved through the exercises with ease and showed how supple he was, his tight rowing shorts and high-collared vest, with short sleeves, leaving little for her or the other women in the group to imagine. She didn’t think he was being deliberately provocative; it was just how sports clothes were produced these days.
“And you’ve sure got the body and the tackle to fill it,” she murmured appreciatively, if only to herself, as she toiled to get through the exercises the instructor set for them. But she gave in to her raging thoughts; what she had seen was too much of a distraction and had unsettled what she thought was her only too-ordered life.
“Are you okay?” he asked, surprising her by sliding his mat beside her as the group thinned and only the fittest or most distracted, as she was, remained.
“Yes, there’s not much more, I hope,” she laughed softly so that only he could hear her. “Then I can relax on my sun deck and gaze at the river…”
“And I might paddle by and see you there. I’m minding my folk’s place while they’re away for a few days. They’ll be back in time for your drinks party.”
He had offered that snippet of info so easily.
A friend’s son was into her and she wasn’t doing anything to dissuade him from paying her some attention. It was something to set against the restrained ways that Adam showed his interest in her; something that was beginning to nag at her for the invitations to a drinks and nibbles party in a week’s time. The guests now included a ‘guy that he knew through his work’ and that Adam wished to be there. She’d held her tongue but had been dismayed when it occurred to her that she would not be the first wife to discover that her husband had a gay streak in him. In that, perhaps, lay the real reason why he had prevailed upon her that they should have no kids, despite what her wishes and hopes had been and might still be.
Milo would take her mind off all of that, perhaps, she thought, wondering if she was imagining his interest in her as they began a step and balancing on one-foot routine with one arm stretched out.
Suddenly, she felt Milo’s touch on her arm, but a moment’s contact, as she lost her balance. Then it was gone. She’d forgotten to breathe steadily as instructed, but she had felt as if there was nothing else in her universe than his touch…on her bare shoulder that her clingy tank top revealed to his gaze, and now his soft touch as if it were a fleeting but purposeful caress.
But that touch, and her shock to feel it on her skin, made her unsteady. How would she react if that touch became a caress to the bare skin of her back, or to her thighs, to her bared breasts that she realised, again, were shaped in their rounded fullness by her top? His touch had sent tingling rushes to her nipples, sensations that she had not felt when Adam sought to touch her. Was it now a case of her reactions being driven by the touch of someone else to her skin, as well as where she was when it happened?
She listened to the instructions of the yoga teacher as her mind raced to other possible reactions to his touch. Would Milo caress her shoulders and neck, ease away her hair that she had tied back in a simple fastening and kiss her neck; go further and embrace her and not be bothered by the fact that she was some years older than him?
“You’re doing well, Edith, so keep going,” she heard him murmur, his voice coming from some faraway place as she imagined his hands drifting down over the curve of her hips and then the rounded firmness of her bum. Would she see his erection, that bulge in his training shorts now made larger and longer, still, as he imagined what she would look like stripped of her tank top and shorts? It would spring free of its confinement and she would be able to touch and caress it; to act wantonly and impetuously; to break out of the straitjacket that she sometimes felt her life to be.
“I’m trying to focus, Milo!” she breathes heavily, unsure where that remark came from or how it would sound to him.
The hand that had touched her now fell away and she gazed at him for an instant, to watch how he coped with the new exercise that the trainer led them into. She felt disappointed not to feel his touch and e especially as the new exercise tested her technique to the full. The group of them that remained had learned the first principles of it the week before but Milo, athletic as he was, took to it with surprising ease; so much so that she again felt a touch on her leg as he helped her to keep her balance.
“Thanks, but I’ll have to manage on my own,” she said, a rush of longing coursing through in response to his touch and keeping her voice low. What would the others be making of his behaviour or would they be too involved in what was being asked of them to even notice?
She certainly regretted the lack of his certain touch on her skin, the easing away of his fingers like a caress that set her pulse racing and tightened the cramp of lust in her tummy. Did Milo sense the effect that his touches had upon her and would he be hungering for so much more, just as she felt that hunger coursing through her body? Would he too be overwhelmed by the rush of blood, just as she now was, as he touched her and they each imagined their hands on a partner’s skin, she reaching for him as Milo pushed her legs further apart before he lay between them.
She felt her breath hitch in her throat as she went through the exercise in a daze, his touch and her receptive mind taking her to places that she had not been in before…in the yoga class! Through the corner of her eye, and then when the yoga teacher spoke encouragingly to Milo and he had to look away, she noticed the effect that she had on him.
The minutes of the lesson seemed to fly by, now, and she began to feel that his touches had not lessened whenever the opportunity arose. Would he be thinking like she was? Would he be dreaming of a time when they could be together and touch the skin that was exposed to their gaze but, more enticingly, what was clothed and hidden from view and only shaped and moulded by synthetic fabrics? The warmer they became from the exercises of stretches, balance, posture, jumps and lunges, the closer their training clothes hugged their sins; her booty shorts now leaving little for him to imagine, how it shaped her mound and the short’s hems gripping her thighs.
She was lost in a dreamy, sultry, daze and was startled on hearing a loud clap of the trainer’s hands that brought the session to an end and the group gathered up their mats, unbidden.
Milo said nothing about what he had done to help her.
“I enjoyed that and it did me some good to ease away the strains of that rowing weekend,” he confessed as they joined the line of attendees waiting to leave the small exercise hall and go to their lockers. “I’ll go out for a short session in the boat when I get back…”
He watched her as Edith rubbed a towel over her face and dried off the perspiration to be seen there. Her skin seemed to glow from the effort she had put in.
“Then you may be here again next week?” she ventured, unable to deny the effect that being with him, and his touches, had upon her. Pleasure and risk had been discovered in the hour, or so, of the yoga and exercise class. She felt, as she tugged open her locker’s door, how wet she was from thoughts of his touch and what it could lead to. “Go for your row, then come over to the house for lunch? I could do with some company…yours especially.”
Milo was taken by her direct way of speaking and made sure they could not be overheard. “And I want to be the one to bring that to you, Edith.”
She smiled happily upon hearing the news. There would be no need for prolonged moments of seduction, or lengthy foreplay, before conceding to what they both wanted of the other. It would be nice to be wooed, what woman didn’t like that in a man, but she had other and more urgent needs. “Don’t overdo the rowing, will you?”
“No, I won’t, as I now have a reason not to.”
Looking at her brazenly, and with his hopes for them clear, Milo left her after a slow and sliding caress to her arm. The next time he did that it would lead to so much more.
♥
Edith rushed down the stairs from the balcony, her hair flying free around her face and her training shoes thumping on the wooden stair treads. She grabbed hold of the thin synthetic bow rope that Milo threw to her and tied it to a metal ring set into the concrete of the dock.
“You’re here sooner than I expected!” she enthused breathlessly.
“I couldn’t stay away!” he replied with a laugh. “You’ve gotten to me.”
“That goes for both of us then!” she answered, marvelling at his toned physique and the glow of his skin. “You’ve done as I asked, I hope…not overdone it?”
He gave her an answering grin. “I’ve enough left over.”
Once the scull was securely tied up and out of view Edith reacted on impulse and pulled him into the shadow cast by the balcony above. She jumped up and wrapped her arms around his neck and legs around his waist, kissing him with all the pent-up passion that she had and spurred on by having to wait for him to be with her.
“I want to get lost and do that with you!” she exclaimed, exulting from the feeling of his body pressing against hers and the magic of his kisses to her throat, the clamp of his hands on her buttocks to keep her to him. His fingers pressed against the crotch of her exercise shorts, provoking her into pursuing deeper kisses.
He broke the kiss and looked into her wonderful eyes, wide in expectation and with an unmistakable involvement with him to be seen. He asked the question anyway.
“Are you sure about this, me being with you?”
“Yes…yes! As sure as I’ve ever been!” The reply he got was the only one that he needed before they started kissing again, Edith pointing behind him as to where he should carry her. It wasn’t far to reach a fabulously and expensively decorated and furnished guest bedroom. “In there, our love nest!”
She seemed to be beside herself with longing and anticipation and her urging hands and kisses, her whispered entreaties soon had him ease Edith out of his embrace and she stumbled for an instant before he gripped her outstretched hand.
“Now I can see what you have for me,” she murmured approvingly and reached out to wrap his jerking prick in one hand as she slipped the other over his chest before their mouths crashed against the other in wild and lustful kisses.
As soon as Milo’s fingers found and then slicked over the moist lips of her cleft, brushed slowly over them and pressed in, she realised just how ready she was for this attention upon her. She groaned in acknowledgement of it and pushed her hips forward to meet his caresses, to make the sensations that they aroused all the stronger.
She kneaded the bulge in his shorts and heard him groan out her name, his eyes delighting in her before he bent to press his lips to her breasts, against the taut fabric of her tank top. She lifted her bum off the bed and he tugged the shorts down over her quivering thighs, trailed kisses over her skin as he did so, before he pulled them off and gazed at how her thong marked her slit, the yoga class and her warmth drawing the fabric into it. They had torn away at their clothes, the only obstacle that remained to them seeing each other’s body naked and, in his case, in a feral state of arousal.
Milo smelt her sex, the pungent aroma of her moisture. “You’re ready for me already…”
“I’ve had to wait long enough!” she gasped as his mouth landed on her slit, his agile fingers tugging aside her thong and enabling him to do so. The first flicker of his tongue sent her on a roller coaster ride of conflicting emotions, those of loyalty to Adam and her raging need to be fucked by someone as strong and attentive as Milo had become. There would be no artifice, just raw passion and the satisfaction of their raging lust for each other.
They kissed lustfully, open-mouthed, their tongues swirled as lust possessed them and their hands intent on caressing and discovering all that they would bring to the other. Touches replaced sight and imagination.
She moved away, enough to sit up and strip off her tank top, watched in hungering fascination as he tore away his rowing shirt and she saw just how muscular his arms and body were from his rowing, how rough the skin of his hands felt on her skin.
“Lie down,” she commanded, one hand gripping the hard swell in his Lycra shorts, his penis and sac now so hard and shaped by the fabric. As he had done, she trailed kisses over his belly and found him, felt Milo’s hands brush her breasts and then her hips as he shoved them down over his thighs. She finished the task for him and trailed kisses over his hairy legs before she knelt at his feet and looked up at him in wonder. “Let me do that.”
Kneeling beside him, she brushed his hands away as he worked his length, his pole of flesh arcing up toward his belly and not fully erect. Her mouth held his sac and she rolled his balls with it and her tongue, as one hand closed around his prick and began to work it in long strokes, her actions soon making Milo groan and gasp in pleasure.
“Doing this with you sure beats sculling!” he called out and coaxed her to continue.
Somehow, Milo managed to find her and he began to caress her pussy’s lips, the ease with which he slipped in and out letting her know how wet she already was. His hand and fingers were supple and she groaned deeply every time they probed and swirled, stretching her in readiness for him to claim her.
They took their time and enjoyed what had been discovered but Edith wanted so much more and she stopped mouthing him. Milo looked surprised that she should do so. That turned to a soft smile, then a laugh of expectation, as she moved to straddle his body, her fearsome grip on his penis now guiding it to her opening.
“Are you ready for this?” she kissed as her breasts swept over his chest and he felt how hard her nipples had become, “because I am.”
Milo did not answer her but gloried in the sight of the naked woman who began to slowly sink onto him, his fingers working Edith’s pussy lips and pressing against them as she finally took all that he had into her welcoming heat.
“Go on! I can take it!” he called out, his hands stroking her body from her throat down over her jerking and swaying breasts, then down over her tummy to where she had taken him as she tugged and settled, rocked from side to side and worked his length, her pussy’s muscles contracting around him expertly and energetically.
“I…I know you can, but…but I wonder if I can!” she gasped as his grip on her hips became so strong that she pushed on his arms to make him relent. “Don’t mark me! I want this to be our secret for a long time!”
“Then lie back and I’ll show you how it goes with me and slowly.”
She let out a muffled moan when his lips and tongue touched her pussy’s lips. He couldn’t believe how sweet she tasted and how wet she already was and yet he was determined to get her off with only his tongue. He lapped at her wetness and slowly slid his tongue between her pussy lips, swirled and licked in long, wide, strokes, back and forth.
“Milo…go on Milo!” she screeched as he touched and held her swollen clit in his mouth and teased it gently, took her with his tongue and lips, her moans increasing and Edith’s feet thrashing on the bed. “Bring it in me…and fuck me!”
Edith’s call to him was soon answered and she gasped out of pleasure as he knelt between her legs, pulled her onto him and then dipped his hips. Milo sank half of his length into her in one stroke before he twisted and settled; used short and quickening strokes until his balls slapped against her slit, his movements provoking her to grip his buttocks and pull him deeper into her until he could go no further.
His breaths began to grow deeper as he humped her. “That’s better for you, isn’t it?”
“Yes Milo, you darling!” she called out and met his rhythm with movements of her own beneath him. “You’re finding me!”
Milo now knew that he was touching places so deep in her; places that her man probably never touched or reached, but he set a rhythm of pulling back until his body was not in contact with hers and then plunging back in. Edith bucked her hips to meet his thrusts and they shared in heated breaths of pleasure and effort.
“I thought it would be good, but you’re amazing!” he called out as she tugged on him, using her slender legs to caress his hips and her feet slipping over the back of his thighs, her lean frame somehow taking all of his aroused flesh. It now felt that he was growing longer and thicker as they fucked, and he knew that they were nearing the end.
“Go on…go on…I can take it! I want it this way and with you!”
He fucked her harder and harder, and Edith finally shuddered and gushed, came on his plunging and probing prick like a bitch in heat and demanding that he went on. She gripped his buttocks with her questing hands, stroked his back and dug her nails into his skin, as her pussy pulsed from her orgasm.
“You’re mine now, in this, aren’t you?”
She nodded furiously in her agreement. She wanted more and her grip on him pushed Milo over the edge. He sank his penis deep into her and felt its swollen tip caressed as Edith claimed it with her pussy’s clamping walls as he humped her deeply.
“Don’t stop and fill me! Don’t worry about anything, just cum in me!”
He had heard her right and a few more plunging thrusts brought him there. He went rigid just as his movements within her brought Edith to the same place as he had reached. His prick seemed to swell, or her claims upon it made him feel that it was so.
“We share in it!” he cried out in dismay as her working on him aroused the searing expulsion of his cum, the bolts unconfined by any latex skein of a condom and just as she had demanded of him. He dared not think what would happen if his semen found its mark and if she bred with his help.
In their shared languour she caressed his body, put her arms about his neck and then held his head as she kissed him.
“That was so good…so crazy and good in what we found,” he kissed, in deepening appreciation for what she had sought of him and that he had willingly given in return. “And to think all I wanted to do was to relax my aching muscles at a yoga class…”
They couldn’t stop laughing and kissing and acted like horny teenagers who had finally clicked and had moulded their bodies together in a blissful and shared act.
“And now I’m wondering how to deal with what’s happened between us and when I host the party in a week or so.” She said it as Milo eased away and she shivered in response to the caress of his penis tip as it slipped past her pussy’s lips, her body suddenly feeling empty. She rolled onto her side and pulled his hand to her skin, wishing to languish in his embrace for a few moments more. “Be with me whenever you can, I want that…need that.”
He heard the change in her voice as she expressed a need for him. “Is something wrong between you and Adam to have made you be here with me like this?”
“Yes, in a couple of ways and that I’m trying to deal with,” she answered, turning her head to speak over her shoulder as his embrace tightened as if to console her. “I’ll know more at the cocktail party. I may need you more than ever from then on.”
Awkwardly, she shifted and lay on her back, stretched out and felt Milo kneel by her side and gaze down at her body. He trailed his fingertips over her skin, from her throat down over her breastbone, swirled caresses to her breasts, firm but splayed to the side and he bent to kiss them.
“I’m here for you, trust me in what I’m saying.” He hesitated then chose to say what was on his mind and that had preoccupied him as he sculled over the river’s surface but an hour or so ago. “You’re young and beautiful, and you live in a great house by the river. There are people, neighbours, all around…families. I’m one of them, or my parents are….” He paused as if to prompt her to finish what he was intent on saying.
“And here I am, with Adam, but we have no kids. Is that what you want to say to me?”
“Yeah, in my clumsy way.”
She reached out to caress his face. “I’m touched that you have noticed that and it’s a situation that’s become even more complicated.”
She wavered in saying more and Milo saw her lips tremble.
“Tell me? It won’t go any further…”
“Being married to me creates an acceptable illusion for Adam and, until recently, I thought that he simply did not want to have kids and with me. Now, after what he told me about someone he wants to be at the party, I think he wants to come out and tell me that he’s…”
“Gay, and with you a beautiful woman as his wife?”
She nodded and reached out to him as Milo made to leave their bed. “Yes, and don’t be angry, please. Just be here for me and make life so real again as you’ve just done.”
Of Adam’s sexual preferences, she remained uncertain but Milo’s loving ways had restored her belief in herself; that she was attractive and with a passionate heart; that she was desirable and deserved the continuing attentions of an equally passionate man.
“Sorry, but I have to go…back to work and making money, I hope,” he kissed and moved from the bed, Edith following his every move as he covered his toned body in the clinging exercise clothes that shaped him. “I’ll call you later in the day and you can always call me…”
“But…but…Milo,” she stammered, getting up from the bed and impetuously rushing towards him, grabbing her iPhone from the bedside table as she did so. “I don’t have your number!”
“But I have yours, my mother…Maggie…sending me a text about the invitation to your do.” He kissed her and loved the warmth of Edith’s body as he offered caresses once more to her back and the hollows at her hips. “I’ll always be here for you. I’m getting to realise that now.”
He left her.
Edith had time to clothe her naked body in a short silk robe before she rushed up the stairs to the roof terrace, scurried over the boarded floor of the sunlit reception room where her drinks party was to be held and tugged open the doors that led out onto the verandah.
“Go carefully!” she called out as she saw him settle in the scull and use one oar tip to push away from the slipway. It led up from the water’s edge and into the former boathouse beneath her where Adam kept his small pleasure craft on its beaching trolley.
So much was uncertain now, but seeing Milo’s smile and wave, the discreet blowing of kiss to her in farewell, gave her hope. Somehow, and when Adam returned, and before the party, she had to know just where she stood with him.
A passionate source of comfort, perhaps a companionable future, was now seen to row slowly away. Even now, she did not care to think of their age differences. His loving of her had revealed a raging devotion to her, a loving attentiveness that she had once known, at the very beginning of her romance with Adam.
Now, and with Milo, they had each lived through passionate and eventful hours together and she chose to think that it could not become just like old times and before Adam had grown ever more distant. Milo had ardently shown her an alternative to that.
She was not the kind of woman who would tolerate remoteness in a man and lover for very long, she thought and was startled to feel her iPhone trill in her gown pocket. A text message was seen on the screen.
Beautiful Edith, be with me, in my place, if you can, and before your cocktail party, please. See how I live and do that to put aside any doubts you may have about the future. I’m keeping my mind open to the possibilities and hope that you will do that too. I sensed that you were in the same place, in that way, as I was. Let’s see where it takes us, shall we? Milo
She slumped down onto one of the sun loungers and considered her rely, tapped it out and read it through only once.
Milo, my lover, I have done that and the answer’s yes! Only, please don’t come onto me when you’re here at the party. I know how you feel and what you want to share with me, but let’s not give the game away before we’ve shared and enjoyed what it can bring. ‘Your place or mine?’ will be a difficult question to answer soon! Edith
Sending love notes was sure to become just like old times.
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