Chapter 6

“I’ll never forget the day we met. How beautiful you were even then.”

   “Yes. Yes, I remember. You remind me often. You were late leaving football practice and I was snuggled under the bleachers with my nose in a book.”

“You were reading The Best Of Me by…,”

   “Nicholas Sparks, yes I recall.” With a quick eye roll.

“You were wearing those tattered old gray sweats and a black Rolling Stones t-shirt. Your hair was pulled back with a pencil.”

   “Must you remind me of those days? You know they weren’t the best of my days.”

“Not for you, but that’s when I fell in love with you which makes them some of my best days.”

   “I was living at the school, unable to shower or properly care for myself. Not a happy time if you recall.”

“Maybe, but you never gave up or lost touch with who you wanted to be.”

   “You came by every day after class. Would stay with me till sunset then you’d leave and go home to a hot dinner and a warm bed. I remember.”

“I know but back then I wasn’t able to care for you either. A lot has changed over the years, hasn’t it? Now I care for you quite well, Don’t I?”

   “I’d say we take care of each other, but Yes if you need that credit. Yes, you do take very good care of me now vs then.”

“You know what I mean.”

   “Do I? Cause if money is your reference, I too, contribute.”

“Is that what I meant? I know that you are a whiz with money and have surpassed any expectations of income. That’s not what I am referring too.”

   “Are you speaking then of satisfying your wife’s sexual desires? As I recall that is your job. Is it not?” As I whip the napkin across my lap.

“I could satisfy your desires, that is if you desired me per se.”

   “I do desire you. Must we argue? It is our anniversary; can’t we try and get through the night like any other normal couple?”

“Tell me that you love me and then we will enjoy our dinner.”

   “I do love you. You know I do.”

“Now we can enjoy our night like any other couple who sits around us pretending to be happy.”

I smile at his humor. He lightens the mood so easily when we disagree.

I listen as he rambles about this or that. The server has caught my attention. I notice her as she cleans the table across from ours. Inadvertently she drops a napkin but before she leans to pick it up; it’s as if she looks at me to gain my attention.

She smiles at me while grabbing it, turning so when she bends I can see the outline of her panties. Bobby can’t see her as he is facing me and she is behind him. I smile as I feel warmth heat my cheeks.

My eyes deceive me as I throw a look of interest at him but quickly change back to her. Following my gaze, he throws his napkin on the table and calls her over to him. The girl replaces the items she removed from the table and comes over.

“Is there something I can get for you, sir?”

  “Yes, yes there is. As I sit here trying to hold a conversation with my wife, I see you and she has a random game of catch the eye. I’m not upset. I am, however, intrigued.”

“I do apologize sir…”

  “I would like you to entertain my wife tonight.”

“I’m so sorry sir…”

   “Sorry about what?”

I can only watch as he pulls out three hundred dollars, he folds the money and places it in her hand.

“I will only spectate while she enjoys you. Is that a problem?”

The waitress stands dumbfounded for a long minute as she looks at the money in her hand. Decidedly, she slides the money in her front pocket.

“I get off in thirty minutes.”

   “No dear, you get off when she does.” He smiles and waves her away with one hand.

His willingness to appease me in every way turns me on, even though he knows it’s not for him. I wish I were normal so I could love him the way he needs and deserves to be loved. We finish our dinner with light conversation.

As instructed, the waitress joins our car ride home. Silence heightens the mood as we drive. Parking in the front drive, Bobby opens the car door for Shelly and me. Inside we lead her straight to Bobby’s bedroom.

I drop my coat on the chair to the right of the door as she takes the seat. Bobby unzips my dress from the back as he kisses my neck. Shelly stares at the floor and smiles. She watches as his hands slide my dress off my shoulders. As it falls to the floor as he takes my hand for me to step out of it.

I stand before her in my black strapless bra and skimpy boy short panties allowing her to take in my body. I’m sure she has never done anything like this before tonight. Heat rises to her cheeks as she looks to Bobby for permission. He is pouring himself a drink, paying little mind to her. He has gifted me this and he won’t interfere this time.

I release the barrette from her hair allowing it to fall naturally. Such dull flat hair. She isn’t very pretty, she’s attractive in a homey kind of way. She is curvier than I like, but for tonight, she will do.

Leading her to the bed, I lay her down as I climb atop her. I unbutton her blouse with one hand. Her breasts are much smaller than mine are. False advertisement from the push-up companies again. I can easily fill my mouth with her breast.

Lifting enough to look at her, I ask, “Do you want to touch me?” Nodding she complies. Her hands grip my waist, sliding up she palms my breasts. This tells me she doesn’t have experience with women. Again, I will have control.

I stand as I tell her to undress. Helping her out of her pants, I grip a hand full of her hair and tell her to lie down. A look of fear and excitement crosses her face as she does as she’s told. Bobby smiles as he walks the side of the bed watching.

I have no use for this girl other than to pleasure myself right now. She has nothing I want and I don’t care if she gets anything out of this or not. I have already sized her up. I will use what I can of her and throw her out like yesterday’s trash.

Still wearing my strapless bra and panties, I look at her. She is half sitting with her head and upper back leaning against the headboard. I crawl between her bent knees, watching her as a cat watches the mouse before the kill.

I push her legs to the side and I lick her dramatically. Her eyes closed and she exhales. I grab her hands and place them on her breasts. I lean in and lick her fingers as she rubs herself. Spreading her fingers enough for my tongue to slide between them, I lick her nipple.

Running my tongue down her stomach I reach the sweet spot she needs to be tasted. Without care, I plunge my tongue deep inside her. I can feel her growing wetter and wetter with every thrust. She tries not to moan. Instead, kitten-like whimpers escapes her lips.

Lifting her hips, she encourages me to continue, letting me know that she likes what I am doing to her. I grab her hips to better control her squirming and to pull her deeper on my tongue. With both hands, I spread her apart and look at the spot that will finish her quickest.

Using my tongue, I lightly circle the spot and then stop to gauge her reaction. Thrusting deep inside her, and then pulling out to lightly rub her with my tongue again. Teasing every drop from her that I can as she tries to control my head with her hands.

Bobby pulls the chair close to the bed. He sits and watches my pleasure from her movements and sounds. He is rubbing himself through his trousers. I pay little attention to him until I hear him unzip his pants.

Before long, I feel him climb the bed behind me. His hands grip my hips as mine grips hers. Pushing my panties to the side, he spits ensuring I am wet enough to slide in without much effort. He succeeds. With ease, I feel him enter me. Once he is deep inside me, he stops. Holding himself inside me, he lifts and lowers my hips.

I lick her as I insert two fingers to mock him inside me. Looking back I ask, “Does it feel good?” His response is always the same.

“You can feel me and you know I can feel you.”

He grabs me by the hair and tosses me on top of her. My figures still deep inside her I catch her breast in my mouth. Her hands find my face and as she pulls me toward her, she kisses me. Her tongue is wet and warm. Her hands now tangle in my hair as she holds me against her.

Bobby pushes my ass down causing me to lay flat on her. While inside me, he grabs my heels and pushes my legs forward using them for traction. My breasts are pressing against hers. My fingers work hard to feel her insides.

Our eyes stay open as we battle with our tongues. I can feel my hand vibrating through her as he shoves deeper inside me from this angle. Without care, I release my final moan as he drains himself inside me.

I smile at her wickedly as I roll off her and leave the room. What they do is their business. I’m done with them now.