Meat Meets Meatus the (W)hole Story

LN (pronounced "L N" or "Ellen") worked part time at the express register in a small grocery store at night until closing. Nothing really remarkable about her: she was 52 but looked 10 years younger. She had shoulder length black hair. She had soft skin. She was certainly pretty. Pulchritudinous. What little she lacked in beauty she made up for in cuteness. She was about 5' 4" and was in good shape: she stayed fit practicing martial arts. She weighed 134. She had nice 36 C breasts. She could still turn heads. She was friendly to others, somewhat vivacious, certainly not overvivacious.. She didn't flirt. She was happily married. Content.

Nothing remarkable ever happened at work. That was about to change.

It was about 20 minutes to closing when a tall gentleman came to LN's register. He wore an employee's shirt. His name was Bill. In addition to being tall (6'3") he was moderately fit and decently attractive. He was 55 with distinguished greying /peppered hair. He was no movie star,nor a hunk. But he was attractive enough that women would want him. He was never married. He lived the fun life of an active bachelor.

LN had never noticed him before. He politely introduced himself and mentioned he worked nearby in the produce section and had only been there a few weeks. Their conversation was friendly just like one between any other employees, even as bland as between an employee and a customer. He personalized the conversation by asking if she was a nurse (her name tag read LN). She explained the pronunciation. He said her name was unique and fun. He asked archly if she was unique and fun. She playfully slapped his arm. She didn't make a big deal of the act of touching him. But it was a big deal. They had their first physical contact. They spoke of their work duties. She paid no attention to Bill's overall appearance.

Too soon it was closing time and everyone headed to the exits. Bill was a little delayed. One of his extra duties was to walk each aisle a final time. LN left with everyone else. She was smiling.

When she got home her husband Quin was just getting into bed. Quin was 57 and had the typical body of such. He and LN had met in high school and didn't marry until after college. They never had children. LN and Quin loved each other truly and dearly. They took comfort knowing they would love each other and be happy together forever.

More on Quin. (Not so much moron Quin). He loved LN with all his being. He loved her as a high school crush and his love for her amplified through the years. He saw her body develop from a thin teenager to a beautiful woman. Just admiring her made him happy. He so much enjoyed being with LN. Every moment with her was heaven. And the love was mutual. What a happy couple.

A true story exemplifying their love and their sex: During one of their earliest sexcapades Quin experimented with his oral skill or at that time lack thereof. While he licked her pussy he paused and puckered his lips around her clitoris. He half playfully half seriously blew through his pursed lips as you would mimicking a raspberry or fart sound. An onomatopoetic "prrrrr" or lip purring sound. His lips vibrated around her clit. It greatly tickled his lips and her clit. He couldn't help but giggle at the attempt. He looked up from her muff at her face. She first looked astonished but then broke out laughing at the sound and the sensation.

"What was that!" She chortled. "It sounded silly but it felt wonderful. It was funny. It was fun. You are fun.". They gazed into each other's eyes. Time stopped for them. Their mutual deep adoration and affection was the epitome of love in its truest form. His experiment was a glorious failure sexually but one of their best experiences.

That night they had their usual post workday recollections. LN never mentioned her colloquy with Bill. Why would she or why should she? It was a nothingburger.

But as she lay in bed she thought of him. Just a little.

LN only worked part time, three or four shifts a week, either four or six hours per shift. The next time she worked she honestly was not on the lookout for Bill. She had 99% forgotten about their conversation. Maybe just 90%. As she checked out customers she unintentionally looked at Bill working over at produce. And he was looking at her.

The human body does a lot of things autonomously: without our effort and even against our desires. LN could feel she was blushing and that further embarrassed her, increasing the blush. LN was bewildered: she had no certain feeling that Bill meant anything to her. She cast her eyes down, then to her customer.

Bill, Bill, Bill. It would be nice to say he wasn't a serial seducer; a pussy hound, but he was one. He didn't seduce women for profit, or for epicaricacy (schadenfreude), or to intentionally harm anyone, or to glorify himself. He just had the charm and body to enrapture them and rapture them he did. He was confident but convivial. He developed trust and sincerity. He became their best friend...with great benefits! He was better than average at sex. He could certainly scratch any woman's itch, and most often cause the itch. As often as he wanted.

He had noticed LN at work. He relished at the thought of having sex with her. He wanted to get to "know" LN in the Old Testament Biblical sense, and "know" her as deeply as he could (pun intended). She was on his mind. In his sights. Obtainable.

When LN looked toward Bill again he was gone. LN was emotionally stultified at her feelings...about herself and about Bill. She didn't even realize her loving husband Quin was not in her thoughts. She felt giddish and a little... frightened.

Near closing time again Bill came to LN to chat. As per plan Bill continued with his charm and got LN to talk about herself. It's a common ploy and a secret weapon: if you converse with someone the more a person speaks well of themselves the more favorably they will feel about you. Fill them with love of themselves and all that overflows is good feelings toward you. Bill listened actively to her cheerful self revelations. He encouraged her on. He reeled her in. This time LN did notice his physique: he was no Adonis but he was certainly attractive. Subconsciously she was starting to desire him. Maybe sexually. They talked. They bantered. Their conversation delved into more of her personal life. Nothing about her husband. Bill didn't care if she was married or not. He just established more trust and intimacy. LN was more attracted to Bill. Bill was more attracted to her.

At the appointed closing time everyone left the store.

Bill was still with LN. LN did not try to leave. Bill said " I need to make my quick check through the store. Could you wait for me?". He touched her wrist as he spoke. His hand dropped to her hand. They their fingers intertwined. To them both their attraction was intentionally physical. They felt it.

Quickly he returned. He put his hand on the small of her back and held it there as she walked to her car.

"LN, you are unique. Fun. Special. I really enjoy our little meetings." Bill smiled.

"Bill, me too. You make me feel special. " LN looked down as she blushed. She was silent. She was confused.

Bill spoke: "I want to meet you away from work sometime soon. We need to get together...alone." He gently put his hand under her chin and raised it so that she looked into his eyes. Then he moved his hand to the bottom back of her head and moved his head forward to kiss her. His lips met hers and initially she did not return the kiss. He felt her whole body relax. Her lips parted and their tongues partied.

Lesser lines had already been crossed: intimate conversations, playful touching, expression of desire, but kissing would certainly not pass the "should I tell my husband" fidelity test. She was obviously cheating.

Bill knew what to do. He broke the kiss and said " I love you.". Then he turned and walked to his truck and left. Leave'em wanting more was one of his modi operandi.

It is impossible to put LN'S emotions into words. Exhilaration. Wonder. Dreams. Wild plans. Wild joy. Sex?

She finally regained her composure and got in her car and seem to float home. To her husband. It wasn't until she reached their home that she even thought of him. In fact she had to drive past their house and stop around the corner to calm down and prepare to meet Quin.

Rather than break down from guilt she entered her house still elated and enthusiastic about Bill. About the kiss. But she did not let on to Quin the cause of her joy. She was only 15 minutes late so no big deal. Quin took note of her exuberance and it was just slightly out of place. Her explanation that she "just had a great day at work; nothing special." didn't strike him as sincere. Was she keeping something from him? They went to bed. She couldn't sleep. Her mind was racing with anticipation. He couldn't sleep. His mind was racing with concern.

Unbeknownst to LN she had entered a whole new world and all but discarded her old one. She and Bill had not had sex yet, the zenith of cheating, but it was now her unabashed will. So quickly, easily, and quietly Quin had been forgotten. Removed. Replaced. She didn't think of him or their marriage. Her mind was so consumed by Bill that there were no thoughts of Quin or the 28 years of their happy marriage. It's odd, maybe, that she didn't even realize her near total lack of concern or guilty feelings. LN had transitioned to the life of a cheater.

It's easy to blame the Martian slut ray: it altered her thoughts. It reprioritized some and all but erased others. But it's not that simple or accurate. LN had not become a wanting wanton whore for Bill. She just was overpowered with a great passion to be with him. Not just for sex, but sex included. Her greatest desire was for his companionship. She burned to be his mate; to mate with her new mate.

Bill had played her perfectly that night. He knew that by his flawlessly executed departure LN would do all the mental and emotional heavy lifting and be proud of self-owning the results. She would build a dreamy semblance of their future, probably better than one he could have conveyed to her.

Bill had told her he loved her. Music to a woman's ears. He didn't love her. He did enjoy the chase; the manipulation. He did like her and was anxious to bed her. He had a routine: 1. Approach the target to make a remarkable first impression. 2. Engage in conversations. Get her to open up about herself. 3. Get her to trust. 4. Get her to want to tell more and share more time together. 5. Build an emotional bond. 6. Introduce light or playful touching. 7. When light touching is established work towards sexual touching. 8. After sexual touching comes the sex itself. Always with the other women the anticipation of the sex was better the the sex per se. He would enjoy her soon. For a while.

The seduction was progressing very quickly. Bill was deft. LN was a little daft. It was a type of syzygy, an odd but synergistic pairing.

The next day Quin went to work as usual. LN and Bill were hyper-excited to go to work. At the store they got together as often as possible. They counted the minutes until closing. Bill had a plan.

When they had their now expected pre-closing chat Bill asked LN about the tattoo she had on her ankle. She loved talking about her tattoos and bragged she had another tattoo on her shoulder. Bill said he'd like to see it. LN asked Bill if he had any tattoos. She had a tattoo fetish. He said he did but he could only show them to her in private. That peaked LN's interest. It got her heated.

They held hands as they exited the store and Bill guided her to his truck. He ushered her in. " I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours" Bill teased.

" Show me yours then." LN responded.

Bill unbuttoned his shirt and exposed a tattoo over his heart. "I've got another one lower down " he grinned. He unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the elastic band of his underwear just a bit. He had a tattoo on his pubic region. LN didn't see his penis but see saw his pubic hair. She was aroused.

"I saw your ankle tattoo. Show me your other one." said Bill.

"Let me get to it." she replied. She unbuttoned her shirt down to her waist. She held the front of her shirt against her right breast, keeping it covered. She pulled the left corner of her shirt down over her back shoulder. Her left breast was still in her bra but her bra was exposed. Bill didn't look at her tattoo. He looked at her breast.

" Show me your tits" he ordered. "Take your bra off".

LN took her bra off. Her breasts were magnificent. Her nipples were hard.

Bill took one breast in his hand and began to suck her nipple. His other hand went to her pussy and rubbed her mound through her pants. She was wet.

LN orgasmed. She reached down and felt his penis through his pants. She was on fire to touch it. To pull it out and stroke it. To suck it.

They were both fully aroused. Sex was at hand.

But LN's cellphone rang. It was Quin. He was calling to see if LN was alright and why she wasn't home. Though out of breath she instinctively answered the call.

"Hi honey. I'm almost there. " She said, panting.

" What's going on? Why are you out of breath?" Quin asked.

" I forgot to buy something at work and had to swing by the drug store to get it. When I came out of the store I was hurrying to my car and some nudnick almost ran over me. I'm so flustered I could scream!"

"Well, I'm relieved to hear you are safe. I'll see you in a few minutes. Love you" Quin said.

"See you soon" she replied and hung up. They stopped their sex at hand and she quickly got her shirt and bra back to normal. She looked at Bill and said "I've got to go." Bill understood and did not answer.

When LN got home she went straight to the bedroom. She walked right past Quin. He followed her. They didn't speak until they got in bed.

" Are you ok?" He asked. "You seem out of sorts."

" I'm just tired. It was a frustrating day after work." She huffed. She was thinking about Quin interrupting her sex.

Quin paused, inviting LN to say more. She didn't. He continued "Tomorrow will be better. Let's get some rest. I love you". He wrapped his arms around LN as they spooned.

LN quietly stewed as her feelings caught up with her. She was upset that Quin had ruined her and Bill's first hot and steamy sexsion (sic). "Good night." She humphed.

Quin noted she had not reciprocated his "love you " part of their valediction. He also noted that she had been late from work two times now and both times she acted atypically. He noted too that she said she had bought something at a store but has not carried in any shopping bag. He didn't mention any of those things to her. Yet.

The next morning they were both tired. They barely slept, each tortured by their thoughts. Very different thoughts. Very different tortures. LN was tortured by her great excitement of Bill. A torture of rapturous anticipation. Like the torture a child endures waiting for Christmas. Quin suffered a mentally painful torture.

The next morning LN was anxious to get with Bill again. To somewhere, somehow, resume where they left off before they were so rudely interrupted. She quickly came up with the best way to hook up with Bill. The two times she came home late after work it was only by a few minutes. She easily explained it. Finding the time and place for a proper fiesta fuck with Bill was the problem. Going to Bill's place after work was not an option. It was too perilous, especially compared to the alternative.

LN only worked a few days a week and only at evening or nights. Bill worked full time, during the afternoon and night 2pm to 10pm. Quin worked days full time 8am to 5pm. LN and Bill would simply rendezvous during the those several hours before their work shifts at his apartment.. Voila! Easy peasy! No problemo!

Quin got up the next morning and was turmoiled. He was tired from the mental battle he fought internally all night. "Something is rotten in the state of Demark" he said to himself. But maybe he was overreacting. She was only late twice and not by much. And her temperament wasn't so provocative. He wanted to investigate, to be proactive. He wanted to call her that morning but he decided to contemplate the situation more. He felt like his world was falling apart. He had no idea how right he was. He left for work. He decided he would see LN after work as usual and see if she acted differently again.

LN had already left to run some chores. She left early to get away from Quin. She had said nothing before leaving. She returned home after Quin went to work. She would see Bill later that day at work and present her plan. Would that time would hurry!

She pranced into work. She couldn't even settle into her work station before Bill approached her. Their elation was electric. They got close to each other and whispered. They playfully touched each other. She enthusiastically proffered her plan. Bill couldn't have done it better himself. They both ached for sex.

They made it through their shift. Closing time came. Surprisingly they were modest. It was the calm before the storm. Bill gave LN his address and phone number but only after they swore to use the phone only in the most dire circumstances. They knew they should never contact each other by phone, text, or email. Too risky. And unnecessary. They would simply furtively make plans at work. She thought no one would notice. Everyone did.

LN didn't have a shift the next day. Bill did. Good enough. She and Bill would have morning sex then the rest of the day off for LN.

She was in dreamland when she got home nearly on time that night. She and Quin had friendly conversation. They went to bed. They cuddled. Quin believed he had a wonderful life with a wonderful wife.

LN was consumed with sex-driven want. She did have a thought of Quin.

Quin's love and lovemaking was like a safe harbor.

Bill's lust and sex was would be a hurricane. The strong winds were the result of their combined strong passions. That hurricane would obliterate the safe harbor.

The highly anticipated day arrived when they danced their first unrestrained horizontal watusi.The sexsion (sic) was better than she hoped for. Better than she dreamed. They did the deed and did many variations of the deed repeatedly until they could do no more. Then they cuddled. Chatted. They promised meet again asap. Often. LN left, eager for more.

After that and future sexcursions she would either go home or go to work then go home. Once home her interactions with Quin were perfectly normal. Maybe better than normal. She was always cheerful. And sex with Quin: it dropped some but not alarmingly so.

Sex with Quin was sufficient. It ran the gamut of positions and acts. Various fuck positions :check. Oral giving and receiving: check. Anal: check. Orgasms for her and him: check. He enjoyed shooting his jism in her schism and she enjoyed having a 'gasm in her chasm. But as good and satisfying as the sex between them was, it had become predictable. Blasé. It waned to twice a week, and if they skipped or abbreviated a sexsion (sic again) neither complained.

Sex with Bill was exciting. Exhilarating. It ran the gamut of positions and acts. Various fuck positions: check. Oral giving and receiving: check. Anal: check. Multiple orgasms for her and him: check. Sex with Bill was really not physically much different than sex with Quin. Bill was more experienced and expanded that experience with more partners, so he did have an edge over Quin. But the real reason sex with Bill was better than sex with Quin was...simply...you know why...of course: the novelty and riskiness. Those Quin could not provide due to the familiarity of marriage. So it is unfair to compare Quin's years of married sex sexsions with Bill's exciting illicit new sexsions. They could be equally passionate but only Bill had the advantage of being new and exciting to LN.