Chapter 6

I rinsed off, drained the tub, and wrapped a towel around my body and one for my hair. I dried myself and applied my favorite lotion to my skin. I walked to the bedroom and took my dress from the closet. I had my special lingerie set out, but I still had a while before I needed to meet my new friend. I walked to the window and peered out upon the city. I was fairly certain that no one could see me and see that I was naked, but it was thrilling to feel so exposed regardless.

I spent more time pacing around the room, trying to settle my nerves. It didn’t quite seem real what I was about to do. I thought about everything that had led up to this moment; the dreams, the curiosity, hours spent online, the sneaking…the lies.

As far as Paul knew, I was meeting with a new client. This was a regular occurrence due to the company I worked for having a large list of very big clients. My team built grand websites for some of the biggest companies in the world. But I wasn’t here for work. I was here to cheat on my husband, with another woman.

I looked at the clock and noticed that I needed to get ready. I was only a block or so from the university, which would allow us plenty of time together. I slipped into my lacy lingerie, sprayed myself with my new favorite perfume, and put on my dress; blue with white floral print. I stepped into a comfortable pair of sandals, grabbed my phone, purse, and sunglasses, and made my way to the lobby.

I took the first step onto the sidewalk and took a deep breath. This was it. I navigated towards my destination, more ready than ever to finally partake in the experience of making love to another woman.

As I neared the bench I was supposed to meet her at, I noticed a small gathering of students around it. I scanned the group and my eyes honed in on her; yellow tank top, short jean shorts, and a red backpack. She was a redhead, and she looked incredible from this distance.

As I neared, my heart skipped a beat. I should have recognized that fiery mane of red hair anywhere. It was Monica! The same Monica that had been to my home numerous times. Rachel’s friend Monica. I immediately turned around and headed back the way I had come from. Holy fucking shit!!! I was panicking and couldn’t make my feet move fast enough. What were the odds?! My only hope was that she didn’t notice me. I wasn’t that close, was I? She had been talking to another girl in that group, so she was probably preoccupied. But we were supposed to meet! Oh shit!

I sped through the hotel lobby and dashed into the elevator. My hands were shaking so badly that I fumbled getting the keycard into the door. Once I was inside, I tossed my belongings onto the table by the door and collapsed onto the bed. When the day started I didn’t envision myself face down on this luxurious hotel bed, crying my eyes out. The tears wouldn’t stop. I deserved this. This is what cheaters got.

I cried for an hour. I finally calmed down enough to sit up and consider the situation. If anything was ever brought up, I’d just deny it. It was my word against hers. I’d delete that fucking Reddit account, something I should have done the first time, and deny everything. I was at a business meeting in the area. Yep, that’s what I was doing. Who knows, maybe she has too much to lose as well?

Now I had this expensive hotel room for nothing. This was supposed to be the setting for a magical, sensual moment for me. I began to cry again. I wanted this so bad. I knew it was never going to happen now. I would go through life unfulfilled, my soul burning for the touch of another woman. Maybe one day I’d look back at this and realize how ridiculous I had been, but right now my heart was broken.

I gathered my things and checked out with the hotel’s app on my phone. I exited the elevator in the parking deck and loaded my stuff into my car. When I arrived home, I had the place to myself. I put my belongings away and fell onto the bed. I pulled out my phone and brought up Reddit. It was time to delete that account. I opened the messages and read them one last time. I looked at her picture. There were going to be times that she’d be here with Rachel. They were going to be awkward, at least for me. I thought about sending her one final message, but I decided that I just needed to leave it be.

“Moooooom?” I heard Rachel yell out.

I quickly swiped away the app and sat up on the bed.

“Up here, dear. I’ll be out in a second”

I checked myself in the mirror. I looked pretty rough.

I met Rachel in the hallway.

“What’s up, mom? You look beat?”

“I am. I had a client meeting today and those things always wear me out.”

“Oh, sorry, mom. I didn’t mean to wake you from your nap.”

“It’s ok, I wasn’t sleeping. Just trying to relax a bit.”

“Ok. I’m going to grab a quick snack and head to work.”

“Ok, kiddo. I’ll see you later.

“Get some rest, mom.”

I must have fallen asleep not long after because I was awoken when I felt Paul tugging the covers over me.

“Yeah. New client meeting.”

“Not too bad, but I could eat.”

I could grill some pork chops? Some mashed potatoes and mac & cheese with them?”

“Sure. Sounds good.”

“Ok, you want to sleep some more or…?”

“I’d better get up or I’ll never sleep tonight.”

“Alright. I’ll go get started.”

I didn’t want to move from the bed. I just wanted to lay there and feel miserable. I also didn’t want to attract any attention to myself. I wasn’t sure if and/or when any potential fallout may occur, but the more normal I acted, the better the chance of my denial being believable. I was going to have to suck it up.

When I walked into the kitchen, Paul had started dinner. I jumped in to help and we conversed about our day, made jokes, and carried on like all seemingly happily married couples do. It wasn’t fair to say that I was unhappy, so I’d say unsatisfied was more appropriate. Sex always left me wanting more, but the “more” was never going to happen.

That night, after dinner, I resisted the urge to explore certain topics on my phone. I sat with Paul and watched some shows on television after cleaning up from dinner. I spent some time outside watering flowers and pulling a few weeds in an attempt to distract myself further.

When the clock hit 10:00 pm, I felt my eyes getting heavy and I was having trouble concentrating so I told Paul I was heading up to bed. I stripped off my clothes and slid under the sheets. I unlocked my phone and looked at it for the first time since before dinner. I was a little nervous to see if there was anything I may have missed. I felt more at ease when I saw that there were no notifications from anyone that I may have messaged on a certain secret account. I scrolled through a few news articles before I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer.

It was Thursday, which meant that I had the house to myself most of the day. My usual morning routine of a nice masturbation session didn’t hold any appeal to me, so I showered and made some coffee. I really needed to focus on the work I had been neglecting. I wasn’t terribly behind, but it could get out of hand quickly if I didn’t get going. I tried staying on task, but I caught myself daydreaming about yesterday several times.

I wondered if she’d say anything to Rachel or maybe even Paul? I checked the post history on the account she messaged me from, and there was nothing. I assumed she used it strictly for our conversation. That led me to believe that she was trying to keep this a secret as well, which made me feel better about anyone finding out, if she had even noticed me at all.

The rest of the day went well and the evening was a repeat of the previous one. I snuck off to bed before Paul, trying to head off any potential attempts at him initiating sex. I wasn’t in the mood to deal with that yet.

Early in the morning, I woke from a dream. Yes, one of those kinds of dreams. I went to the bathroom and got a drink of water and splashed some cold water on my face. I wet a washcloth and wiped up the mess I had made between my legs. The dream was intense and very erotic, which sent my wetness flowing. I paused before rinsing out the washcloth and brought it to my nose. I inhaled and my scent filled my nose. I wondered how other women smelled when they were aroused. I intended to clean up, cool down, and go back to bed. Instead, I slipped a finger between my folds and then pressed up into my entrance. I fingered myself then brought my dripping finger to my mouth and tasted myself. I moaned softly as the taste hit my tongue.

There was no turning back. I placed one foot up on the chair next to the vanity, giving me better access to my needy slit. I rubbed my clit with one hand, while my other pressed onto the vanity top for support. The stone countertop felt cool and smooth on my skin. The fingers between my legs, coated in my slick nectar, slid effortlessly over my aching nub. I ground my pussy into my fingers as I worked nearer and nearer to my peak. When the back of my hand brushed the corner of the stone vanity, an idea hit me.

I moved forward until my slit rested upon the corner of the vanity. I ground my clit against the cold, hard stone. My slippery wetness glided over the rounded edges of the vanity top. I set into a rhythm and moved as if I was polishing the corner with my little pearl. I soon felt the surge of pleasure begin soaring inside of me. I worked at a steady pace, inching closer and closer until…

“Fuck…oh, fuuuuck!” I softly whimpered. I needed to be quiet, but the sensations erupting in me made it difficult. I rode out my orgasm, slowly coming down from my high. Once I was able to think clearly, I wiped the section of countertop off that I just came on, and cleaned myself up. With that out of the way, hopefully, I could fall back asleep peacefully.

Friday was a more productive day. I got a lot of work squared away and felt more accomplished than I had in a while. Saturday was even better and having Paul around kept me distracted. Rachel invited Nathan over for a movie and pizza night and we stayed up late laughing and having a few drinks. After the movie, Rachel and Nathan went out to meet friends. I left the mess to deal with in the morning and went to bed. I successfully dodged having to have sex again, but I knew I was going to have to give in and satisfy my husband soon. I was starting to feel better about things and was hopeful that I might look forward to sex soon.

I woke up Sunday, showered, dressed, and attended to the mess from the previous night. I was straightening up pillows on the couch when Rachel walked through the front door.

“Hey, mom. Where’s dad?” I heard her ask.

“I think he’s out in the backyard getting ready to…” I replied as I looked up and met her eyes.

Behind Rachel stood her gorgeous redhead friend.

“Uhm, I think he’s uhm, getting ready to…uh, mow. “

“Ok. My car started making a weird sound and felt like something was dragging. Hopefully, he knows what’s wrong. We’ll go find him.” Rachel moved to go find Paul when Monica spoke.

“I’ll stay here and talk with your mom. It’s been a while since I’ve seen her.”

My eyes moved between my daughter and her friend.

“That’s cool. Hopefully, it’s nothing and we can be on our way.” Rachel said as she moved across the room.

Once the back door shut, I could feel Monica’s eyes on me. I had my back to her, nervously fiddling with items on a shelf.

“Hey, Steph! How have you been?” She asked.

“Uhm, good, Monica. Real good.”

“That’s great!” She replied, walking around from behind the couch to take a seat on the center cushion. I watched her sit then refocused my attention back to the items on the shelf.

“How’s school going?” I asked.

“Oh, you know…it can be a little muff, I mean tough, at times.”

I definitely caught her little “slip”, which caused me to knock off the picture frame I was rearranging. The photo of Paul and me on our wedding day tumbled to the hardwood floor and shattered.

I knelt down to pick up the larger pieces of glass and Monica moved over to help.