Nervousness and second guessing (closed)

Listening to Calvin's answer to my question about Jessica, I sense some resignation in his voice, as if he really didn't want to talk about her. I had assumed that they have a good marriage, and are happy together. And I thought that he would be more eager to talk about her. But he again changes the subject to the 'safe' topic of our meal.

"Oh this?" responding to his question "This doesn't take long to prepare. Just takes a while in the oven."

I look at his face and I continue in a more serious tone "I am glad you like it. I enjoy cooking but Sam is never here to eat with me. So I cook less and less. In fact, we do very little together anymore."

Under the table I have kicked off my shoe and now reach my foot over to touch Calvin's leg. I cannot believe I am being so forward with him, and beginning to spill out my unhappy life.

"It feels good to have dinner with someone that enjoys my cooking, and my company. It has been so long since I have had dinner with someone at all. Especially someone as handsome and friendly as you are."

Setting down my fork, I pick up my glass of wine and take a long, slow sip while continuing to rub Calvin's leg with my foot. I cannot believe that I am flirting with him. I am married, but on paper only. Our marriage has no life. And sitting here with Calvin, I feel something special I haven't felt in quite some time.
 
It was rather incredible that Sarah would go for so long without much company even from her husband. It was great cooking, something that I would enjoy, however when she reached down and touched my leg my leg pulled back out of a knee jerk reaction thinking that she was just stretching her legs, but when it touched me a again I was a bit nervous.

She seemed to have done it rather on purpose but as she took a long swig on her drink she seemed to be intent on at least flirting with me and having been denied for so long, I rather eased into it with a smile and taking a small sip on my own drink before continuing to eat and enjoying the touch of her feet on my leg.

"What does your husband do, by the way?" I asked glancing across the table at her. He had to be someone big in order to afford all of this.
 
I could feel Calvin pull away the first time my foot touched his leg. However when my foot touches him again, he leaves his leg in place, allowing my foot to run up and down his shin. I am feeling so excited by having company for a visit, to be sharing a meal, and it being a handsome male makes it all the better. Touching another man makes my body tingle. I look into his eyes with my best 'dreamy eyes' look. I part my lips and run the tip of my tongue over my red lipstick covered lips. Oh what a sensual tease I can be, and I had almost forgotten how much fun the sexual interplay can be.

Calvin continues to look at me, waiting for me to answer his question. I don't really want to talk about Sam, but it would be impolite to not answer the question.

"Sam is an architectural engineer. He designs upscale office buildings around the world. He works constantly because it is always daytime somewhere he has a project."

Calvin has shifted his position some allowing my foot to be on the inside of his leg. I can reach his knee and a bit higher, inside his thigh. I wonder what he is thinking about my somewhat forward actions. After all, we just met, we are neighbors, and we are both married. I now suspect that neither of us are happily married. I wonder where all this is going? How far am I willing to play?

"More wine, Calvin?" as I pour myself another glass, this time from the second bottle of wine. Hmmm, yes, this is a good wine and it is helping me feel good, very good.
 
Normally I was not a heavy drinker, I usually stop at a single glass of wine, but when Sarah offered and handed over my glass for her to pour. Taking several more bites of the tenderloin and smiling, an architectural engineer sounded like it would be too much for me even though I was with a software and hardware. "Just half a glass, please" I replied to her as she began to pour and feeling the teasing touch of her foot against my leg. After a moment I eased into it, loving the touch of a tender woman's foot against my leg.

Having been denied for so long it was amazing to feel despite remembering that I was married because I could look down at my finger and see the gold ring from our marriage on my ring finger. Jessica might as well as be on the other side of the planet now. I don't know what Sarah was driving at with these touches but I wasn't denying her because it was the two of us and I didn't care anymore about the commitments because Sarah was giving me more tender care than Jessica has all year and then I kicked off my own shoes, heard them fall to the floor and reached out blindly with my right foot and touched her left leg in return with a nervous smile on my lips.
 
The wine is delightful and appears to be lowering the inhibitions of both Calvin and myself. When I hear his shoe hit the floor, followed by the touch of his foot against my leg, I sense a special connection is forming rapidly between us.

"Calvin, I barely know you. We are both married to others, but I sense that we have a lot of similarities in our situations." I know I am entering dangerous ground, but what really do I have to lose?

"I love Sam but he has no time to love me. And I believe that you love Jessica, but she does not return that love to you." I decide to lay my soul bare for him, "You are becoming special to me so quickly. But what can become of us? What can we do?
 
I was shocked. My eyes were wide and pulled back a bit and placed my fork onto the plate and lowered my head to think. She was upfront with this, but I had a great many doubts. I loved my wife, but...she didn't appear to love me anymore, but I do not know what would happen if we went that extra step. I was the face of a wealthy company and I don't know how my father would take it and looking across the table at Sarah I couldn't smile though I wished I could. There were so many questions and so many things running through my head...it was hard to concentrate.

"I know it's hard" I tried to say after a moment, "I...my wife doesn't have time for me either. I think many days that she is having an affair behind my back, but she is only staying with me because I have the money. I don't know about your husband but..." not able to say anything else I lowered my head into both hands with the elbows propping me up.
 
I am very unsure of what we are doing, what we are saying to each other. I have never thought about cheating on Sam. I am not sure I am actually considering that right now. Calvin appears to be in anguish over the situation.

"Calvin, I do not intend to make you uncomfortable. Nothing has to happen between us." I grasp at words, almost speaking before I think.

"I have never done anything like this, not even just having a meal with another man, since I married Sam. I sense that we are both feeling the same loneliness in our marriages, and we can discuss this. We can just be neighbors, even friends, with common problems."

My body is shaking, not knowing what I am truly feeling or want.
 
"I know, Sarah," I sighed, dropping my hands onto the table, inches away from hers. "Jessica...I don't think she loves me anymore. She's always leaving to do something and... we haven't had sex in months. literally MONTHS!" my cheeks blushed red at this and lifting up my eyes to look over at Sarah and her nervous looking face we were on thin ice. I could get up and leave and speak nothing more of it, but I don't know how that will affect our relationship, as little as there was already, but if I did leave, what would I come home to? Jessica wasn't there. I could face the rest of my marriage jacking off to Literotica and porno movies and that was not a very bright future for me.

"I think we should...finish this and go sit down and talk this over," I replied nervously picking up the fork and trying to finish the rest of the tenderloin then reached over and picked up the glass and finished the rest of the drink and put it down. I shouldn't have any more. I don't want alcohol to fuel my desires and my thinking tonight.
 
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