Goose Gets a Gander pT. 02

Burning Up on Reentry

When Dave and Elizabeth arrived at the house, he immediately grabbed her luggage and she smiled at his theatrical chivalry. He unlocked the door and held it open as Liz walked over the threshold. She has a shiver of guilt as she flashed back to coming home from their honeymoon while recalling her liaison with Bradford in Manhattan. Dave really was a good husband, father and friend and Liz had to acknowledge that she loved him, despite his infidelity from years ago. Recalling their best of days, she admitted that he had once made her almost as hot as her recent fling. She had forgiven him outwardly, though traces of resentment had lingered. Now, having fooled around on Dave, she had a feeling of equality, somehow. It was so new that she couldn't even explain it to herself. It was like she suddenly had two loves. Her husband, with the life they worked their whole careers for, and Bradford, who had stoked the coals within that Liz thought were spent. She could never have imagined herself in this situation.

Dave asked for details about the conference and how her hotel had been as he carried the luggage to their bedroom. Liz blandly reiterated the basic schedule of the workshops and what she had done there, but Dave pressed her on the after hours activities. Her mind went immediately to that late night at Bradford's apartment. She felt her pulse in her ears. She realized that she was drifting into a daydream, so she stammered something about a dive bar. "I met a woman on the train and we made plans to meet at this dive bar." She opened her suitcase, trying to look distracted by IT, not her train of thought.

"Wow, I don't remember THAT dress," Dave interrupts. Snapping into focus, Liz looked down to find her new black dress on top of the clothes in her suitcase.

"Oh, yea. I, um, stumbled on this cute boutique and kind of fell for it."

"How many men did you have to fend off wearing that? Dave picked it up and smoothed some wrinkles that looked like more than luggage scrunch. He thought there was a strange look in Liz's eye as she composed a reply.

"I had to fend off one guy on the train into town before I even bought it, but that woman I mentioned helped me out." She considers telling him about Saturday night, but censors herself. "The woman at the boutique told me about a cool cocktail bar, so I dressed up and met her there. Saturday night."

"Well, would you honor me with a viewing?" Dave holds the dress out to Liz. She is a little confused, but seeing the desire on Dave's face she agrees. She slips into the walk in closet and removes her travel outfit. Her mind returns to Bradford sliding the dress off of her as she pulls it on. She feels that renewed warmth within and smoothes the dress over her hips. "I'm such a cheap tramp," she ribbed herself. The desire Brad had inspired seemed to be lingering on the edge of her consciousness. With half her mind in that Manhattan apartment and half in her bedroom with her husband, she emerged to see Dave's eyes bugging out.

"You must have made an impression on that bar!" A clear bulge began to rise in his pants. "It would be worth the cover charge to watch people flirt with you in that. I wouldn't have been able to keep my hands off you."

Liz's response to his flattery was different than it had been a few days ago. Instead of thinking he was just saying these things in some routine script, she understood that she could inspire admiration and desire in men. His desire wasn't an obligation, and it turned her on. She recalled the lust Bradford had unleashed on her and she decided she would try to egg Dave on and see if he was more than just talk tonight. "And just where would you touch me if you saw me standing at the bar?"

Dave approached her and put his hand on the small of her back. Liz closed her eyes and imagined Brad pulling her toward her. Dave's lips met hers and she could feel sexual heat building. Dave's other hand cradled her neck as their tongues entwined and a low rumble echoed in his throat. Liz reached down and was happy to find Dave erect. She squeezed his cock and stroked it through his pants. Dave's hands massaged their way down her back and were gliding over the curves of her ass. Tonight she was actually enjoying Dave's touch, but ... her mind was still in NYC.

Liz could feel the circulation flowing and a growing dampness between her legs. She felt a deep longing for Brad's expert touch as her husband caressed. She fell to her knees and pulled Dave's shorts down. The cock that emerged was not Brad's, but Liz wanted it. It looked good, and she was shocked at how turned on she had become. "I did have a good time in New York, Honey. It made me kind of horny I think," and she began to lick the head of Dave's cock. Dave, who had almost forgotten what her lips felt like, gasped as she engulfed his length. Liz smiled inside as she realized she could treat Dave even better now that she had learned to handle Brad. The thought made her juices flow, and she gripped the base of Dave's shaft, making the head grow and become a deep purple. She circled the head and slowly drew him down her throat again.

"Fuck, that is good!" Dave exclaimed as his breathing picked up"

Liz stood up, holding the straining erection. "Oh no you don't. We're going to make this last," she whispered in his ear. I may need this for a while. I missed you all weekend," she lied, but she was riding a sexual high and only wanted to keep Dave hot for her. She only hoped he would be up to the task.

Dave understood that Liz was looking for more than their typical sex routine. He pulled her dress up over her hips, slid her panties down and was surprised by the wetness already glistening on her pussy lips. He pushed her back onto the bed and kissed his way from her knees to that sweet surrender. A low, soft murmur escaped her lips as Dave's tongue slipped into the dripping crease in his wife's heat. He circled gently upward until he was swirling the hood over her clitoris. Liz moaned in earnest and pulled his head firmly into her vulva. Dave was helpless as she ground his face into her oncoming orgasm. She wanted to grind away any resentment about his infidelity with her adulterous vagina. Grind away the guilt she felt for deceiving her husband. Dave slid a finger into her as he tried to catch breaths when he could. Liz's legs clamped around his head and Dave felt her convulsions as waves of pleasure washed over her.

"New York agrees with you, Liz. I mean...

"Shhhhh," Liz whispered with a sly grin as she pulled Dave onto the bed, turning him over so his erection rose enticingly toward the ceiling. She straddled him and slid down on the shaft as she looked deeply into his eyes. "Oh, God yes," she exhaled as she felt Dave's balls warmly settle against her anus. She recalled how Bradford had teased her ass with his cum slippery cock. Then she had been embarrassed and pulled away, but now she was curious about how that little butthole was reacting more kindly to the subtle stimulation. The warmth of Dave's scrotum relaxed her sphincter, just a fraction. She imagined Brad's cock against her hole again, and she rode Dave hard while imagining Brad stretching her virgin ass.

"Holy shit, I'm going to cum," Liz screamed and Dave grunted his approval.

" Liz, you are so fucking hot."

At that Liz exclaims, "call me Elizabeth."

Dave was taken by surprise, "Oh, Elizabeth... You are such a horny little nymph." Dave rolled her over and entered her while looking into her sex-drunk eyes.

Hearing herself referred to as Bradford had in his penthouse sent her mind into a spiral of lust and in her ears she heard the oncoming tidal wave of pleasure building. She thought suddenly how dirty she felt having her husband getting off where Brad had left his mark this morning...for the 4th time over the weekend? the 5th?

"Oh, God. Fuck me. I need you," and her legs began to shake uncontrollably. She felt her pussy gripping the warm cock that was diving to her depths. She lost track of what she said as the orgasm took over her consciousness for a few moments. Dave, seeing the bliss on his wife's face, was pushed over the edge and began to feel his semen pumping deep into her. He exploded into an orgasmic bliss of his own.

Two hearts pounded away and gradually slowed to a more sustainable pace. As Liz blinked herself back into the real world she heard Dave ask, "What was THAT?"

Liz was suddenly afraid she had said something about Brad, or her weekend indiscretions. She tried to compose a response Dave added, "I haven't seen you that excited for years." At that, she realized she had not confessed anything and she began to relax.

"I guess New York has that effect on me?"

"Well you should go regularly"

More guilt as she thought how great that would be. The idea of sneaking around on her loving husband made her feel naughty, like the way she had felt flirting with Bradford in the bar. But certainly not the way his sexual power had turned her on. "Well, that would be fun, but I can't leave you home."

"If you come home this hot, I don't care what you do."

In the silence that followed, Liz wondered if he had some idea what he was saying. The two spooned as they both enjoyed the afterglow and drifted off to dreamland.

Day of Reckoning

The next morning Liz awoke to the smell of breakfast and coffee. Dave was making home fries, bacon and eggs. "That smells delicious," Liz announced as she entered the kitchen.

"Good morning, sexy lady," Bill replied. "Breakfast is just about ready. It's a bright new day. Sit down and I'll bring your plate." After bringing the plates to the table, Dave grabbed a fresh cup of coffee and sat down. "So, last night was pretty amazing. It has been a while since we connected like that."

"I guess so. But it was good, right?" Liz agreed in the form of a question.

"Of course. I hope we can keep it up, so to speak," he said with a wink. "So, tell me more about your weekend. I'd love to find out how New York lit your fire."

Well, for one thing, the sales woman at the boutique flirted with me. I wasn't planning on anything, but I did fantasize about her as I dressed up. She was rather direct."

"Ooo, how hot. Did you really have a lesbian affair?"

"Dream on, you pervert. She actually took off with Francine, the woman from the train."

"Wait, so SHE was a lesbain too?"

" I don't know their proclivities, but they looked happy to hang out at the bar when I headed back to the hotel with a workshop friend." Liz was entertained at Dave's efforts to track down the source of her secret inspiration. "They may have stayed to meet the young men who flirted with all of us when we arrived."

"So young guys were hitting on you?"

"That was nothing. They were just harmless kids with MILF fantasies. Not that there's anything WRONG with that!" she giggled, partly to herself as she noticed the departure from her attitudes of a week ago.

"No, I suppose not. So what about Saturday night? You said you went to a cocktail bar with that woman, Celeste? What was that like?"

"Oh it was a very cool bar. It is decorated as an old library. Celeste knew her way around, and this was a great find."

"Did you have guys trying to pick you up? I mean that dress must have been a magnet. You wore it, right?"

"Yes, and I guess. I mean the bartender was flirting, but Celeste connected with him, and kind of left me alone for a while. I hung out for a bit, but couldn't keep up with her night moves."

"You weren't out late? I mean I tried to call you about 10:30, but it went straight to voicemail.

"Well, I, uh..." Liz felt the guilt twisting her gut. How could she go from such ecstasy to shame so quickly. It was like riding a roller coaster?

"Listen, you know I love you, and I'm not trying to accuse you of anything...It's just that we had boring sex 3 times all last year, and suddenly you're too hot to handle."

"What? I can't have desire for my husband?"

"Well, also, I called you a few more times. But maybe your ringer was off???"

Dave could see Liz shaking and she couldn't hide the fear in her eyes. "You know I only want to see you happy, and except for the silence behind your eyes, you seem to have come home with some joy to spare." He looked into those brown eyes and could almost see her confusion.

Liz felt his eyes searching her soul for some answer to the riddle. "Come home with joy to spare," echoed in her mind. She recalled how she had felt wrung out and sexually joyless when she left for New York. Then she thought of the love they shared on which they built their whole lives. Suddenly images of Bradford pleasing her flashed before her eyes, mixed with the memory of how she and Dave had rekindled something last night. It wasn't what she had with Brad. It was different. She knew their love was real and that Dave felt joy at the pleasure she had experienced. She was feeling the two lovers were tearing her apart, until she had a thought. Maybe it is just that everything is so separate that is causing this fissure. Like the line between oil and water in one of those ocean motion jars she used to make with the kids. A sudden image of shaking up a bottle of Italian dressing appeared and the word "Emulsify" rose in her mind. Could there be less distress if she didn't have to compartmentalize all these things. A lump in her throat grew and she did not want to let Dave see her cry. His eyes already showed a hint of concern, or was it alarm?

"What's the matter, love? I didn't mean to..."

"I have something to tell you, but I don't know how," Liz uttered in a low shaky voice. "I'm not sure if I should, but it feels like the only way to resolve a dilemma."

"Go ahead. I am right here beside you, and I love you enough to help with anything."

"Well, something did happen in New York."

"Was it..."

"Just let me get this out before you ask me any questions. I don't want to get any more mixed up than I already am."

"OK," Dave nodded his understanding under some duress.

"Everything I told you about the friends I made in Manhattan was true. I did go out for drinks with those women. And I was turned on a little by Celeste's flirtations, but there was more that happened Saturday night at the cocktail bar." Liz watched Dave's eyes shift a bit uncomfortably, but it could have been excitement. True to his word he held back all the questions that screamed to be let out. He reminded himself there were times to listen.

"Celeste actually started flirting with the bartender because a handsome gentleman at a table was watching me, she said. I thought she was crazy, but when she went to the bathroom a man came up to the bar and introduced himself. I resisted his attention, but his compliments and mannerisms relaxed me and I began to sense his desire without feeling like prey. I mean pickup lines tend to have the reverse of their intended goal, you know? But he was warm and genuine. I joined him at his table and his flirtations became more direct. I admit that I didn't resist, and enjoyed it enough that I flirted back. I couldn't believe this attractive New Yorker had any interest in me."

Dave's eyes ran over her body and told her she shouldn't be surprised, without his saying a word. His mind was now awash in two volatile emotions. His love for Liz lay at the intersection of jealousy and lust. Was she now confessing an affair? He recalled when he had confessed his infidelity to Liz and how she had reacted with sadness, anger and otherworldly compassion. A part of him felt the guilt of that episode and imagined Liz dealing with that. But his own guilt now faded as he projected where her admissions were going.

"I was feeling the effect of a few drinks when he offered to take me for a ride through Central Park in his limousine. I was attracted to him and wanted to do something new, so I agreed. I was dizzy with the night's developments and he kissed me in the car. I was feeling a kind of desire I hadn't really remembered. As we made out, the limo drove to his apartment and I agreed to go up to his penthouse."

"Oh, Dave. I know it was wrong, but the whole night was like a romantic dream and I couldn't stop its momentum toward what was about to happen. I mean, what I wanted to happen. The apartment was gorgeous, the view of the park was dizzying, and Bradford was incredibly seductive."

Dave shifted a bit uncomfortably in his seat and Liz noticed that his pants were tenting a bit. Could he like hearing this? She felt a surge of confidence and with a touch of vindication she went on. "I couldn't stop him at that point, and honestly I didn't want to. Being desired by this rich, handsome New York socialite had my head swimming, and I was actually getting wet as my lost desire flooded back. I mean, I haven't felt juicy for years. We made love most of the night. I lost myself in the romance of it all, and Bradford awoke a lust in me that I presumed had died years ago." Liz decided to avoid the more graphic details of how his touch made her shiver and sweat, how his large cock felt so heavy in her hands, or how it stretched her and touched her so deeply that she had almost lost her life's points of reference.

"It was all so thrilling that I guess it brought my sexuality back to life. Please know, I wasn't trying to get back at you. I just needed to respond to my own desires again."

Dave stared at his wife, and questions started multiplying in his mind. He didn't want to break the spell that her admissions were casting, but he was so curious about how this man had pleased his wife enough to thaw the chill that had frozen their intimacy.

Liz noticed a far away look in her husband's eyes. "I can't tell what you are thinking. I'm sorry if I hurt you. How are you?"

Dave tried to organize the thoughts colliding in his head and compose a response that explained what he was thinking.

"Please, Dave. Talk to me. If you are mad, just tell me." Liz grimaced a bit, expecting the worst.

Dave knew that his marriage might hinge on his reply. He understood there were complex dynamics that caused, and would result from Liz's actions and confession. He leaned over to her and kissed her cheek. "I love you. I'm happy that you found desire again. It may not have been for me, but when your sexual tide rose, it lifted my ship, too. It is not easy to process, but it has really turned me on. I'm afraid that my desire for you waned when you expressed discomfort at our play. But I have always been hot for you."

"That wasn't about you. I just seemed to struggle with sexuality as menopause had its way with me."

"I understand that. And I'm not blaming you. What always drove my desire was experiencing YOUR pleasure. When you seemed to only tolerate our lovemaking, I feared that I was hurting you, or at least that I wasn't able to turn you on any more."

"Well pain was an issue. And I guess the less sex we had, the less I thought about it."

"When my overtures were so routinely dismissed, I thought you just didn't want that sort of intimacy. I felt bad, but felt worse those few times you agreed and I sensed little or no passion or enjoyment. I guess it struck at my feelings of inadequacy, as a man, a lover or as a husband. I always believed man's goal in lovemaking was to bring pleasure to his lover. When I couldn't do that, I figured that I failed. Then I just followed your lead. Since you avoided my touch, I decided to wait for you to initiate."

"I thought you didn't love me that way anymore. I know you made advances, but I thought they were just you feeling obligated." Liz admitted sullenly. "You didn't seem to try very hard. So I never reached out for your touch."

"Hmm. A perversion of The Gift of The Magi. I didn't try to seduce you because I thought you didn't want it, and you thought I was not interested because I didn't pursue you more confidently. You didn't show any interest, so I just waited. I guess a misunderstanding kind of grew into a lifestyle.