Small Town Affair

[ezwriter]

Small Town Affair (closed for me and Elzeothis)

Jess, 45, 5'10", 170 lbs, brown hair, green eyes, athletic body has been married to Claire for 15 years - 15 decent, not-so-bad years. They've got two great kids, but other than that what's gone on in the bedroom hasn't produced much greatness. Jess had thought it would improve as the marriage went on, but it hasn't.

He's always been devoted to the kids and faithful to Claire, but as middle age rears its head, Jess is feeling the need to be thrilled again, to feel passion. And that's why an hour or two with a prostitute won't do. He's looking for connection - to share his need.

And recently his attention's been turning to a friend of his wife. Attractive, about the same age - and, was it his imagination or was she returning his gazes with more than casual interest.

The problem of course is that in this small town, where all the kids go to school together, play soccer and little league together, everyone knows each other and knows each other's business.

Jess couldn't start something - if it got out it would be disastrous for all involved. But each time he encountered her, as his heart raced and adrenaline coursed through him - he wondered how long he'd have the strength not to act.

 

[ezwriter]

Yard Sale

It was a steamy June Saturday. The industrious Erin, having volunteered to head up yet another PTA fundraiser had cajoled Jess and Claire into working the yard sale. As usual, especially at the end of the school year and especially on beastly hot and humid days like this, most of the other parents had found convenient excuses to flake off and most of the pick up, setting up and selling were left to Erin, Jess, Claire and a few other brave souls.

Around 2 when the cars stopped pulling up and most of the town's knick knacks and bad Christmas toys had been redistributed, they called it quits. Claire went off to the store to get some cold drinks for everyone while Jess and Erin hauled the remaining stuff off to a pickup to be donated to Goodwill.

Jess felt a slight, strange rush of excitement being "left alone" with Erin. They were both exhausted, drenched with sweat. What might have been on Jess's mind was - let's get this stuff packed up and get into the air conditioning. But the thought he couldn't get out of his mind was. "This is what Erin looks like after getting fucked hard." Her hair was towseled and matted to her scalp. Her clothes stuck to her skin. He watched her lean shapely body as she carried off boxes and stacked folding chairs.

They worked together to collapse a table and he focused on the rise and fall of her breasts inside her top as she strained with the effort. Her smooth skin was damp and reddened from the sun and the strain.

Together they walked the table to the truck. Erin hopped up on the tailgate and stowed the last of the items as Jess slid the folding table against one side of the truck bed. As Erin was poised to leap back down, Jess held out a hand. She took it and leapt to the ground. Their eyes held each other's as did their hands - a moment longer than casual friends might have. Jess squeezed her hand slightly.

Then Jess saw Claire driving up. He let go of Erin's hand, but held her gaze a moment longer. Erin parked and bounded up with the drinks.

"Sure is a hot one," Jess mused as they retreated to the shade of some oaks to finish off their drinks.

 

[Elzeothis]

Erin LeClerc

Mentally, Erin berated herself for being everyone’s devoted little stool pigeon. Bless it, everyone knew she loved her kids – and darned if she didn’t run herself ragged trying to support them and the high school’s efforts at these stupid PTA events. But one day, she told herself, falling silent and unable to finish the threatening thought. Instead she just offered a commiserating smile to the Moore’s as they traipsed across the black asphalt parking lot and disappeared into the comfort of their car. Sighing and shaking her head, Erin turned away from the distracting thought and moved to focus instead on the last of their day’s duties.

Not too long afterwards, any customers they had been waiting for finally disappeared into the sultry, hot air, and Erin collapsed for a breathless moment in a random folding chair. The last few people still hanging around finally begged off, and Erin smiled and laughed amiably and in complete understanding as she nodded to their explanations – urging them to go ahead and go, she and Jess and Claire would take care of shutting up shop on their own. And hey, sure, they had raised almost $1500 for the high school’s new football uniforms, won’t the kids be excited? Erin just nodded and grinned, waving happily at the departing families.

When Claire strode up with that ‘I have to get out of here!’ look on her face, Erin just thought she would scream. But her wonderful friend only suggested running to the corner store and Erin couldn’t help it – she hugged her exuberantly, mentally blessing her endlessly for her kindness.

”Oh bless your heart Claire that would be so wonderful – you’re such a doll! Thank you!” Erin said, laughing at her own silliness.

Of course Claire wouldn’t up and desert her, what with Jess still laboring away like the good-hearted man he was! Erin beamed happily and waved her friend off, plucking dimly at her scoop neck tank top in an attempt to get some air movement beneath it – her breasts felt gummed together with sweat, and she knew the back of her shirt was plastered to her skin. Sighing and running an absent hand through her shoulder length blond hair, she trotted over to pitch in, adding her efforts to Jess as they tried to pack what hadn’t sold back into the many boxes that they had appeared in, loading the boxes into the back of a pickup so they could haul it all to the local donation center.

Erin worked silently, not speaking simply to conserve her breath, each inhalation feeling like she was breathing through wet gauze as the temperature and humidity soared. But she answered every glance with a smile, nodding and beaming her reply to any question asked. She was so involved that she didn’t even notice Jess’s ever-present gaze until she was struggling, head down and ass up with a stubborn folding table and realised that she was all but falling out of her shirt. Grateful for the flush that heat had left on her skin, she hoped the tingling along her spine was more from her own over active imagination then Jess’s intense, jade-eyed stare. Huffing and panting as they lifted the table and hauled it to the truck, Erin offered Jess another bright smile, trying not to feel sheepish. Claire was a really wonderful lady, and she and Jess were such a lovely couple – Erin couldn’t hope or wish for anything but pure happiness for them, despite her occasional twinges of jealousy.

After loading the table into the truck, Erin stayed for a moment – standing on the tailgate and trying to catch her breath. When she lifted her head, Jess stood there – his broad hand upraised and his eyes glittering despite the heat. Feeling unsure of herself for the first time in a long time, Erin slid her fingers into his tanned grip and adroitly maneuvered out of the truck. Landing next to Jess, she turned to look up at him and offer him a grateful smile when his hand squeezed hers – still caught between both of their bodies. She heard a car pull into the lot, and Jess’s fingers slipped away – but Erin’s gaze was locked upon his own, and she didn’t seem able to tear it away until Claire came traipsing up with their cold drinks.

Following Jess and Claire into the scant shade of towering trees nearby, Erin had trouble focusing on the world around her as an odd, wrenching sensation possessed her stomach. She wrapped both hands around the frigid can of soda Claire handed her, looking blankly between her girl friend and her husband as she realized Jess had spoken.

“Oh, lord yes, its hot!” Erin said, laughing to cover up her own embarrassment. “Goodness me it makes me think of diving to the bottom of my pool and hiding there just to get some relief from this insane heat!” she exclaimed, plopping down onto the brittle grass unselfconsciously, splaying her thighs wide in an attempt to stretch her muscles as she leaned forwards, popping the tab on her can of pop. “Bless it all, I just can’t wait to return to civilization – or at least a semblance of it, that has air conditioning.” Erin said on another laugh. “But I’m hungry enough to eat a horse – I think I’ll head over to Belinda’s for some tex-mex before I head home. At least it will be nice and cool and dark there.” She smiled, tipping her head and glancing between Jess and Claire, still feeling uncertain of her own motivation. “Can I interest you two in coming along?”

 

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"Not for me, thanks," Claire said checking her watch. "I've got to go get Adam from tennis pretty soon. You two go though. You did most of the work."

Jess, a little flustered, checked with his wife again. "You sure, hon? I could get him."

"It's okay. I need to do a little shopping anyway for tomorrow," Claire said, finishing the last of her drink. "Don't keep him out to late, she joked, smiling at her friend as she headed for the car.

Why was he asking permission from his wife to have a bite to eat with a family friend? Why did he suddenly feel so anxious? He knew why and suspected Erin might feel the same way. Jess' heart raced. He accompanied Erin to her car and got in and while she drove, they made small talk. Jess hadn't felt this way in years, decades... while he'd been dating.

They entered the cold, dark interior of Belinda's. It took awhile for their eyes to adjust. Jess looked around: Saturday afternoon - after lunch, before dinner. Just a few guys at the bar watching sports.

They were both exhausted and that was as good an excuse as any for taking a booth. Jess collapsed against the red naugahyde and downed the tumbler of water the busboy brought.

"Two margaritas," Jess ordered as the waiter set the menus down. He glanced across the table to gauge Erin's reaction.

 

[Elzeothis]

Erin LeClerc

Erin felt guilty as Claire glibly dumped Jess and Erin together, waving gaily and disappearing. Before she could even voice a protest or even express her guilt at excluding Claire, she was gone. Erin turned to look at Jess, her mouth kind of gaping a little before she shrugged helplessly and then laughed softly. Shaking her head at her own silliness, Erin climbed to her feet and brushed off her bottom, smiling over her shoulder at Jess and leading him towards her car.

The radio off, the air conditioner humming quietly, the piece of European engineering sung and slid smoothly beneath her hands as Erin drove the few blocks over to Belinda’s. She and Jess talked about the restaurant, and she recounted the story of when the Anglican priest had gotten drunk at the restaurant and gotten stuck climbing one of the rose trellises in his roman robes. All the time she felt dizzy a little disoriented, her mouth and body running on auto pilot while her mind sat back on its haunches and thought – very carefully, and very deeply, about what was happening to her.

The cold, dim interior was blissful, and Erin sprawled into her booth with a dramatic sigh of gratitude, flinging one arm over her head, the back of her palm against her forehead as she mock-swooned.

“Margarita?” spoke up Jess, and Erin sat up, nodding and smiling brightly at the young Hispanic leaning over their table.

“Oh yeah, that sounds great – oh, oh, and some of those little appetizer burritos with the corn and stuff in it?” Erin asked the waiter, perking up and feeling excited and tingly for some unknown reason. Beaming delightedly, Erin scooped up her water glass and drank half of it with a few audible gulps before setting it down and giving Jess a shy smile.

"So, uh... Here we are, huh?"

 

[ezwriter]

"So, uh... Here we are, huh?"

"Yep... here we are," Jess spoke into the dark cool air of the restaurant, into the tense, thick, expectant air between them. "Two neighbors and friends... just kicking back. Having a drink and a bite to eat..."

He ran out of things he felt he could say just then, although silence was almost worse and the small-talk distraction was wearing thin - had been for weeks now. But that was out there - among their neighbors, at meetings or barbecues. Here, they were alone and what needed to be said could finally be said.

The waiter returned with two icy cold pale green margaritas and set them down. Jess could definitely use a drink. But before he lifted his glass, he spoke again.

"Erin, are we a drink away from doing something... drastic?" He looked over at her, but before she could answer, he continued, wanting to get it all out. "I don't want to hurt Claire. I don't. But I don't think I want to go on without knowing what it's like to be with you.... You can probably tell how much I want you. But in this town, if anyone found out.... And look if I'm way out of line here, I'm sorry. I just - take it as a compliment, and we'll go on being pals. Now, I really need this drink."

Jess lifted his glass and downed half his drink before setting it down and looking over at Erin.

 

[Elzeothis]

Erin LeClerc

Erin sat, poised in frozen silence as she gazed at Jesse over the rim of her uplifted cup. For several ponderous seconds, the only sound she heard was the blood slamming through her ears.

“Ex-excuse me, Jess?” Erin said slowly, not quite believing what she was hearing. After sitting in strained silence for several moments, Erin gave a furious shake of her head, damp hair flying in the cold air. “Jess, Jess – what are you talking about? Claire’s my friend – you are both my friends! I don’t understand what you’re saying! You can’t honestly… I mean, seriously…” Erin threw herself back in the booth, her brow drawn into an angry frown as she hastily gulped several mouthfuls of frozen, liquored treat. Erin hunched across the table, her voice dropping to a whisper.

“Jess, I honestly had no idea before today you felt like this!” she hissed, trying not to appear as startled as she felt.

 

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“Jess, I honestly had no idea before today you felt like this!” she hissed, trying not to appear as startled as she felt.

"You've been married long enough, you learn to hide things I guess," he said and drank the last of his cocktail in a long slow swallow. "And god, yes, if you were someone at work or if this town weren't so goddamned small and gossipy... it would be a lot easier. I guess I thought you knew how I felt. I crave you Erin. I think about you all the time. I wished I felt this way about Claire, but I don't. ...There. I said it. Maybe there's nothing I can do about it. I just had to get it off my chest. ...So now that you do know, what do you want to do?"

"--Waiter, another margarita, por favor. How about you. Want another?" he asked Erin, who was still slouched back against the cushions of the booth eyeing him. Jess put his chin in his hand and returned her gaze.

 

[Elzeothis]

Erin LeClerc

Erin just blinked vacuously, assaulted by a barrage of unknown and rather curious thoughts and feelings.

“Uh, no, I’m ok, thanks…” she murmured vaguely, frowning slightly as she propped her elbows on the tabletop and levered herself upwards. Dropping her chin into one palm, she stared at Jess – slowly drinking in his broad shoulders and the sleek musculature of his frame, the thick hair that made her fingers itch and finally the sultry, smoky look his eyes gave her when he caught her staring.

“Gee, Jess – I, I don’t know. I really do like you…” She blushed and ducked her head, her face burying itself in her hands. “I don’t know, Jess – Claire’s my friend, but I like you, too… I – I don’t know if I could be that way…” Erin shuddered and bit back tears, blinking rapidly as she busied herself digging in her purse for some imagined item. “And you’re right; this little borough is a viper’s pit when it comes to gossiping.” She sniffed and then sighed, straightening up on her seat and offering the waiter a grateful smile as he dropped down Jess’s margarita and the little plastic basket of appetizers.

 

[ezwriter]

Jess sat and let Erin's words sink in, parsing them. He sipped his new drink. He realized just "getting it off his chest" wasn't enough. Because now that it was out there, it hung like a cloud between them. Nothing about this was going to be easy. Doing it, not doing it, forgetting about it. He at least needed a response from her - though if this really had come out of the blue - what a thing to deal with. He didn't want to cause Erin any anguish. She's been through so much and gotten her sh*t together so well. Maybe that's why he admired her so much.

He sighed and looked at her, visibly shaken now. He wanted to comfort her. To take her in his arms and wrap them around her lean, catlike form and hold her close, smell her hair against his cheek, feel her slender hands on his broad shoulders, feel her heart beat against his chest.

But he couldn't so he talked more.

"You say you like me. Like me... as a friend. Or as more? God, this sounds like junior high. Erin, are you attracted to me? Cause, Christ, coming on to my wife's best friend. I wouldn't have said anything if I didn't think you maybe felt the same way..."

His voice trailed off. Silence enveloped them once more. Jess sat and ate and drank. But now slowly his hand fell down by his side beneath the table. He slid it palm up across the smooth, cool naugahyde cushion of the booth into the space that separated them.

 

[Elzeothis]

Erin LeClerc

"I - I just don't know, Jess... Please ... You are a handsome, virile man - do you know how long its been since I ...?" Erin paused, burying her face in her hands again and trembling wildly in the dim restaurant, the tinny mariachi music dancing around them like leaves on the wind. Shuddering and drawing a deep breath, Erin felt air shift beneath the table, and her leg moved - encountering Jess's upturned, splayed palm. Without even thinking about it, her own hidden hand slipped unbidden into his, curling tight around his fingers and palm as she shivered and licked her lips.

Her eyes were caught on the dish of food, and eyeing it, she could mentally taste the delight she had been so eager for moments ago. But her stomach was wrapped into such a tight knot that even the smallest of morsels wouldn't fit.

"Please, Jess - I ... I don't know what to do..." she whispered helplessly, her hand flexing against his in a desperate plea.

 

[ezwriter]

An electric energy coursed through Jess as Erin's hand found his. His cock went instantly hard. His blood pulsed in his veins. She wanted him too. Even though her words came hesitantly, he could feel a need as urgent as his own expressed through her hand.

Jess slid closer, though careful to remain an innocent, respectable "just friends" distance should anyone happen upon them. His finger traced the delicate surface of her palm and the lengths of her fingers. He dared not look at her, so gazing off to a dim corner of the restaurant, he whispered... "I want to make love to you, Erin."

 

[Elzeothis]

Erin LeClerc

Erin found herself doubly grateful for the dim restaurant and the piped music, and her knees trembled as she pondered upon the providence that the booth and the empty restaurant provided. Her hand was hot and moist against Jess's and she turned her head towards him, wanting to bury her face against his shoulder as his words made her whole body tingle wildly.

"I think - I want to ... be with you, too, Jess," Erin blurted out, the throbbing between her tender thighs flaring into heated life as she imagined his naked, muscled torso covering her arching body, his name tripping from lips swollen with his passionate kisses... Erin shuddered and hastily gulped at her drink. Claire was her friend, but she was a woman with needs, too... Heavens above what was she to do?

 

[ezwriter]

This was madness. An impossibility. And yet passion always finds a way. Always burns through the logical, the material, the mundane obstacles to its culmination. To Jess, it was equally impossible now that he wouldn't have her. Wouldn't finally see her lithe, shapely body undressed; wouldn't take her strongly and draw her against him, hear her moan softly against him, realize the fantasies he'd harbored for so long.

The words "I want you right now," escaped him, his hand grasping hers firmly beneath the table.

But it couldn't be. Not here. Not now. Not whenever or wherever they wanted. The constraints on them were considerable. They would have to wait. They would have to plan.

"At lunchtime," Jess murmured. "I can get away from work at lunchtime. A place... out by the airport. I'll email you from work..."

It was anything but a spontaneous thought. Jess had imagined a rendezvous with Erin in his mind for weeks... Playing back their first encounter over and over in his mind. He'd even driven out to the airport Marriot one day and sat there in the parking lot. No one out here but businessmen in town for a day or airline crew. No one they knew.

He'd opened a new credit card with just his name on it. Claire always left the bills and financial mail for him to open. She'd never see the hotel room charges.

Jess checked his watch. "Maybe we should get going. Claire will...--" Jess chuckled and shook his head.

 

[Elzeothis]

Erin LeClerc

At Jess's inflamed words, Erin felt her leg angle beneath the table until it could drag against their joined hands. His flesh felt so solid and resilient to her, she tucked her chin against her chest and gnawed at her lower lip, and helpless in the thrall of these wild emotions that had sprung on her from nowhere on what had began as a usual day in her world.

"At lunchtime," Jess murmured. "I can get away from work at lunchtime. A place... out by the airport. I'll email you from work..."

The words sent an electric fission of excitement dancing along Erin’s nerve endings, making her flesh tingle and her breath catch. They sounded so sordid and yet the dirtiness of it appealed in its own, base way. Was she really even contemplating this – her, Erin LeClerc, Miss Sunshine 1985…?

Erin paused, thinking of the concerns of hotel hopping in the daytime and the impact their cars together could have.

“Al-alright. I’ll leave my car in the short term lot and take the shuttle from the airport – do you think that … sounds better?” Erin asked a little breathlessly, her hand tightening around Jess’s even as he brought up their leaving each other. She looked at the melted margarita in front of her and the cold bowl of food and then sighed, nodding. “Sure, Jess, if you think that would be better.”

 

[ezwriter]

Jess paid and they left Belinda's. He couldn't help thinking how much had changed since they'd entered a mere half hour ago. And how much would change in the coming weeks.

Erin's car was an oven from sitting in the sun and she blasted the a/c. The loud rush of the fans filled the silence. They exchanged a tense smile and Jess clasped her hand as she took it off the wheel.

She pulled out of the driveway and turned onto the main drag, headed home - back to their tree-lined street of well-kept homes and manicured lawns and seemingly happy families.

Staring out the windshield, Jess had a thought.

"Your car's filthy, Erin."

She looked over at him with a quizzical glance.

"With all the heat and the breeze, it's really dusty. Maybe you want to hit the drive-through car wash at the Shell station?"

 

[Elzeothis]

Erin LeClerc

Erin couldn't help it - she laughed, her quizzical look melding into one of amused understanding. She nodded, her hands and feet quickly shifting the car in to the lot of the big, busy gas station.

“You’re right, of course Jess, thanks for being kind enough to point that out,” she said teasingly, her eyes sparkling irresistibly as she squirmed in the cold blasting air, for some odd reason tingling wildly with anticipation. Her palms felt hot and moist against the leather wheel as she drew into the car wash entrance, flicking her electric window downwards and stretching out to put her card into the little electronic reader. Wriggling and sighing, she pressed the button for the super deluxe wash, knowing it would take the longest. The automated voice urged her forwards, and Erin plopped into her seat, shooting Jess an anticipatory look as she drew the car into the shadowed recess of the car wash, the automated door slipping shut behind them as the cycle started.

Erin turned in her seat to look at Jess, trembling with excitement and anticipation even as her belly crawled with butterflies and she felt the heavy weight of concrete guilt settling into the depths of her stomach.

 

[ezwriter]

The car lurched forward, pulled by the motorized track beneath the tires. Forward into the storm of froth that gushed onto the hood and windshield. Into the enclosure of the carwash and out of sight - away from the prying eyes of their town.

Jess had waited months for this moment. He quickly unlatched his lap belt and leaned across the space between their seats. He reached up to cradle Erin's face between his large, splayed hands. His eyes found hers and he murmured her name.

Then Jess drew her lips toward his and pressed his mouth hungrily against hers. He'd pecked her on the cheeks before, many times. But this was the kiss he wanted... long, deep, smoldering. Erin's lips opened and his tongue found her tongue, tasting each other; their mouths making love.

Jess' fingers snaked in her hair, clenching her toward him. In the cramped space, their embrace was awkward, strained but seething with passion. He knew this moment would soon end as the conveyer belt brought them out of the tunnel and back into the bright, forbiddign day. But for now, he had the prize he'd fantasized about for so long. He tasted her; inhaled her scent. His hands moved down her shoulders and arms to cup her breast, caressing her luscious fruit, wanting so much more than he could have right now.

A torrent of water sloshed around them - the final rinse, before the car eased out into the light. Only then did he break off their kiss, panting, sighing, letting her splendid flesh slip from his hands.

 

[Elzeothis]

Erin LeClerc

As the wild storm of the car wash erupted around the both of them, Erin found herself drawn uncontrollably towards Jess - her unfettered body falling into his passionate embrace, her mind dizzy and continuing to spin wildly, uncontrollably.

His strong, broad hands caught the sides of her face and then his mouth was upon her - the spinning of her mind doubling and the fluttering in her stomach elevating to almost inhuman levels as Jess's mouth and tongue explored her own. A soft, surprised sound came from the back of Erin's throat even as her own arms twined tight around his neck, her body arching towards Jess as an almost electrical spear of longing and desire speared through her senses, inflaming the kiss and making her tremble uncontrollably. His fingers threaded through her hair, pressing against her scalp and urging her even closer to him as the sheer, raw physicality of the kiss overwhelmed her senses. One of his blunt-fingered hands smoothed its way down her shoulder and skimmed her arm before curling possessively around her breast, the a sudden rush of blood to the flesh against his palm made it seem heavier, denser, her pulse throbbing against his hand as her nipple drew taught and hard in an instant, nestling itself against his flesh.

Diffused, eerie light washed over them both, and an instant later, Jess drew away. Erin fell back into her seat, panting and senseless, her hands curling tight around the steering wheel as she tried to fight the fierce itching that urged her to place those palms flat against Jess's chest, pin him to the door, and ravage his mouth just as thoroughly as he had hers.

Erin swallowed and shook her head, shifting the car into drive and wordlessly pulling back out to the main drag, the hood aimed towards home - both his and hers.

 

[ezwriter]

"Some time this week," Jess asked/said finally as Erin pulled her car up in front of his house. He emitted a long, anguished sigh of frustration as he left, his eyes taking her in as his hands could not right then.

Without watching her drive off, he headed inside. Their son Jordan was in the den with a friend watching TV. He chatted with the boys for a moment, using the dining room table as cover - his erection waning, but still noticeable in his shorts.

Jess headed upstairs and found Claire there dressing after a shower. She was naked but for a towel which she quickly shed after drying.

"What were you two up to?" Claire teased. "It's almost five." Jess hoped his face hadn't or wasn't about to betray any guilt.

"You know how Erin can get to talking." Jess' eyes fell on his wife's naked body. She was attractive; had kept her figure and her looks well into her 40s now, but even Claire naked couldn't displace Jess' memory of kissing Erin from his mind.

"Jordan's going to Nick's tonight, so I thought we'd go to dinner," Claire said with a suggestive look.

"Great," Jess replied hoping to summon some enthusiasm. It was going to be a standard dinner and sex date he knew, where Claire would perform her womanly duty to keep her husband satisfied. Taht's what it had become - duty. And that's what Jess felt in Claire when they made love - a woman going through the motions. That's how it had always been... and while it was sex and their "frequency" wasn't too far off the charts, it wasn't satisfying.

"Then I'd better shower," Jess said and made his way toward the bathroom, turning on the shower and making sure his erection had subsided before slipping out of his shorts and shirt.

He stepped under the cool water and began sudsing himself up. His wife was right outside the open bathoom door, could walk in at anytime, but he couldn't help himself: with thoughts and memories and fantasies of Erin commandeering his mind, his soap-filled hand fell down to his crotch, lathering his once-again rock-hard cock and heavy, hanging scrotum.

He closed his eyes and there she was - her full, heaving breasts pressed against him, her hands deftly massaging the thick, hard meat of his cock. Sliding over the velvety smooth skin of his shaft, his fist twisted up and over his thick, round knob and back down.

And Erin was naked before him... her arms wrapped around him... her legs open for him... her moist pink pussy dripping for him... and he imagined entering her and filling her, pressing his dick up hard and deep inside her slender frame. He imagined himself fucking her standing up, her back against the wall of the hotel room.

His palm curled around his cock stroked up and down, up and down, slipping skin against skin until with a muffled groan, Jess shot a creamy jet of cum against the shower wall... and more and more... his balls pumping his load strong and thick, gushing, splattering off the tile, running in thick, stringy globs.

Jess' eyes closed and his head spun. His breathing deep and steady once again. He directed the shower head against the tile to flush his ejaculation down the drain. He cleaned the soap off his softening cock and stepped out of the shower.

Claire was there. "Better?"

"Much," Jess replied. "Where do you want to eat?"

 

[Elzeothis]

Erin LeClerc

Erin sat outside Jess & Claire’s house only long enough to verify that Jess had safely gotten inside and then continued on down the street. Five houses (and two little side streets) later, she pulled into her own driveway, guiding the car into the garage. She sat still and silent in the darkness as the door slid shut behind her, the engine’s cooling ticks muted inside the car. Heaving a soft sight, Erin shouldered the door open and walked through the dim garage, slipping into the house and shutting the door tight behind her.

The long, dark hallway greeted her with its cool depths. It was the weekend, and that meant that the kids were with Ron, their father. The summertime and lack of school worked to his benefit as well, since the kids were choosing to stay at his house more and more often. Erin wasn’t sure if that had something to do with his producer ‘partner’ who knew movie stars and had massive parties, or if it was their massive house with its professional interior decorating that looked like it belonged in ‘Architectural Digest’. Just thinking of Erin’s endless years of struggling with Ron’s homosexuality made her shudder in the air conditioned interior of her silent, rambling house, and she shook it off by slipping into the little area she affectionately called ‘the cabana’. Shedding her clothes and tossing them into the laundry room, Erin slipped into one of her Speedo swimsuits and stepped onto the brick patio.

A moment later and Erin was under the water, crossing the length of the pool three times before surfacing. She slipped into her water routine without conscious thought, letting the cool, chlorine-scented water slowly peel her thoughts and worries and stress away until she ended up on her back, stroking across the pool, her mind and gaze lost in the powder blue sky overhead and the puffy clouds skidding across it.

Moments later, Erin pushed herself from the pool and padded into the house, wrapping herself in a towel as she went. In the shower, upstairs, she went through the motions of washing and rinsing and conditioning, saving the shaving for last. Biting her lip in nervous anticipation, she finally made a quick decision based on the events of the day. Kneeling carefully in the shower, Erin then did something she hadn’t done in over five years – she very carefully, very methodically shaved every hint of hair from the swelling mound of her mons and the velvety nether lips beneath it.

 

[ezwriter]

Distracted. That's how the next day and a half passed for Jess. And, conscious of his drifting attention, he'd make extra effort to appear attentive and focused.

Dinner with Claire was an effort, especially because it was intended to be a relaxing night out - just the two of them. Jess spend the evening wrestling his mind back to the topics at hand...making conversation about the kids, their upcoming summer vacation, the projects around the house.

"You okay?" Claire asked.
"Great," he replied.

And later, as Claire slipped into bed beside him in her silky camisole - the one he'd gotten her for Valentine's Day - he was glad the lights were out. He could go through the motions, close his eyes, and play out the routine of lovemaking they'd settled into. But as he caressed and kissed his wife's dispassionate flesh, Jess grew sad, then angry, starved for the resonse he'd gotten all too briefly that afternoon in the front seat of Erin's car.

But he carried on, kneeling between Claire's legs, penetrating her missionary style, lowering himself on top of her and grinding into her wordlessly while she wrapped her hands around his back.

They finished and kisses and while Claire rolled over and fell to sleep, Jess could not, replaying the events of the day, thinking ahead to their first encounter, wondering how this would all play out.

Sunday, fortunately passed in a blur of tennis and shopping and yard work where Jess could be active and still lost in thought.

Monday morning, he dressed in his newest, sharpest suit and hurried through breakfast. "Big meeting today," he told Claire, pecking her on the cheek and dashing out to the car. He'd begun lying to his wife.

Jess turned on his computer and before reading through the long list of emails, composed a message to her:

Erin,
Hope we're still on. Let me know if today's okay. Airport Marriott at 12:30?
I can't stop thinking about you.
Jess

 

[Elzeothis]

Erin LeClerc

Erin’s weekend was a haunted, empty chasm of time that yawned boldly and threatened to swallow her soul.

Instead, she threw herself into giving the house a thorough dusting and scrubbing, from the vaulted ceilings down to the musty basement, and then vacuuming the pool until the water was almost painfully clear. She finished up all the laundry in the kids hampers, folding and sorting it and even tucking it into their drawers without feeling the least smidgen of guilt about her compulsive behavior. Her son still had the same three smut magazines tucked under his mattress, and Erin contented herself with feeling confident that he was behaving horribly well for someone his age.

Inwardly she struggled, torn and mentally berating herself for her silly idealism and self-inflicted guilt. On the one hand, she considered Claire a ‘friend’, someone who she would like to be close to if she could. Yet Erin was technically single, and she had been lonesome and alone for so long. Her attraction for Jess was undeniable, and yet she felt guilty for acting in a way that would break up her ‘couple-friend’ of Jess and Claire up. The circuitous thinking was starting to make her head hurt, and Erin ended up mourning alone in a steaming, hot shower that left her feeling drained and languorous enough to sleep the night through.

It was well after ten o’clock in the morning when Erin finally slipped out of bed, and padding barefoot through the house, planting herself before the family computer and logging into her account. Browsing her Outlook mails, she instantly spotted the one from Jess and tried to hide her sweating palms by rising to get a glass of ice water and cradling it tightly. Sighing, she finally made a phone call and then smiled, clicking ‘reply’ and eagerly typing out her answer.


Jess
Thanks for your interest in our new focal group, Successful Support for Proud Parents! We look forward to having you join our meeting today – just stop by the front desk at the hotel and ask for directions, we’ve got a private meeting room for the day! I look forward to seeing you there, Jess!

~Erin

Sighing softly, Erin hoped that Jess would see through her mail subterfuge for what it was. First off, it would give him space for plausible deniability if anyone else ransacked his mail, and secondly it would (ideally) keep him from trouble at work if the network admin got too nosy about his server mails. She actually HAD rented a suite for the ‘meeting’, and left directions to leave keys for herself and Jess at the front desk, while billing it to a credit card listing her first and middle initials and her maiden name. Feeling devious and sly and slightly proud of herself, Erin rewarded her clenching tummy with a toasted bagel, slathering cream cheese on it and hungrily scarfing it before returning upstairs to make her bed and try and pick something not too horribly ‘soccer mom’-ish out to wear for her ‘date’ with Jess…