Other Men's Wives

I asked Jane, "Do we have time to go again?"

She raised her head to look at the clock on the nightstand and said, "The kids will be getting home from school in about an hour and a half." Then she put her head back down and closed her eyes. The 'kids' are Rose, age nine, and Jerry, age seven.

We had sex about twenty-five minutes earlier. Jane was on her back, hands behind her head and legs crossed. Legs crossed meant she wasn't ready for more sex. I was on my side next to and facing her. My head was propped up by my left hand and, for the last ten minutes, I had been gently stroking Jane's lower belly and her pubic hair with the fingertips of my right hand. Occasionally, my fingertips would move up her body, around her belly button, and then upward to gently stroke her breasts and nipples. I massaged her left nipple with my thumb and watched as her nipple enlarged. Then her right nipple. Then back down to her tummy and pubic hair. The idea was to get Jane to uncross her legs but it looked like she was more interested in taking a nap. Her breathing was deep and steady like she'd already dozed off. I didn't want to watch her nap in the time remaining before Rose and Jerry returned from school. We had time for another fuck.

I snuck a finger down between her legs and Jane moved her legs apart enough so I could reach her clit. Her breathing became more shallow and quicker. I leaned over and kissed her right breast and then on the lips. She kissed me back and the kiss became passionate. Jane opened her legs. I moved my hand down and found her already wet. She put her left hand on my dick and started to stroke me. When we were both ready, I moved on top of her and entered her.

When we finished, Jane got up, looked at the clock and went into the bathroom. I heard the shower running. I lay on the bed, on my back, completely satisfied with myself.

I heard the shower turn off and Jane opened the bathroom door, a towel wrapped around her hair, and drying herself off with another towel. She looked at me on the bed smiling at her and she smiled back at me. She said, "You smug jerk. You couldn't let me have a little nap before I have to go deal with the kids?" She continued to dry herself off.

Watching Jane standing there naked drying herself with a towel was very erotic. Jane is a beautiful woman, blonde, 5'6", with the body of someone who spends a lot of time in the gym so watching her, regardless of what she's doing, is enjoyable. I said, "Come back to bed. They're old enough to take care of themselves."

She chuckled and asked, "What are your plans this weekend?"

Disappointed she wasn't getting back in bed, I responded, "The usual Saturday morning golfing with Dick tomorrow. Then our usual lunch at the sports bar. Then I'm spending the rest of the weekend with Stephie. Saturday night and Sunday."

Jane asked, "Stephie?"

"Stephanie Corbin."

"Do I know her?"

"I'm sure you've met her. She lives a few blocks from here. About twenty-five, 5'4", blonde, great body. She's a lot of fun. She was at the Martin's barbecue Labor Day weekend. You may have met her there."

"How come you haven't mentioned her before?"

"We met at the barbecue. That was, what? Two months ago? We've been seeing each other since then. I don't tell you about all my girlfriends."

"Yes you do." Jane continued, "She's married to the guy who looks a little like the actor who played the king or whatever of the North in Game of Thrones?"

Her husband does look like that actor, "Yeah, that's her."

"Very cute couple. Where's the husband this weekend? Or are you now into three-ways?"

"He has to attend some real estate conference or training or something this weekend. I really don't listen much when they talk about their husbands. But he's leaving Saturday and won't be back until late Sunday. That I listen to: when they say their husbands will be away.

"I'm really looking forward to the weekend. She either reads a lot of sex manuals or watches porn. Always has something new she wants to try. Very enthusiastic in bed. Also exhausting. I haven't been with her for more than a few hours at any given time and I've barely survived that amount of time with her. She's got the endurance of a marathon runner. She's always ready to go again about six seconds later. Insatiable. I'm not sure I'm going to live through twenty-four plus hours with her but at least I'll die happy. Were we like that when we were twenty-five?" Jane and I are both thirty-two.

Jane laughed, "Are you trying to make me jealous?"

I responded, "If you're willing to spend the weekend with me, I'll call her right now and cancel."

"You know that's never going to happen. Never on a weekend. The weekends are for Dick and the children. I'm not giving them up to go off with you." Jane removed the towel from her hair and got out her hair dryer. She asked, "Jesus, how long have they been married? You said she's about twenty-five and she's already cheating?"

"I think they've been married two or three years. I don't think she's ever been faithful. Too interested in new experiences. She's something. I introduced myself to her at the Martin's barbecue and she takes my arm and leads me away from the others so the two of us can talk more privately. Within two minutes she had my phone number. We're flirting with each other like crazy and she's touching my arm and my chest. I thought she was going to grab my dick."

"Where was the husband? What's his name?"

"Tom. He was with the rest of the guys hanging around the grill. He kept glancing over at us and she kept ignoring him. At one point I asked if her husband was going to get jealous and she says he's used to seeing her behave like this. She's not going to change so they've stopped arguing about her flirting. As you know, I don't like husbands around. It can get very nasty very quickly.

"But she solved that problem. She finally looks at him, smiles and waves. He smiles and waves back. They blow each other kisses, their undying love connection reestablished. Then she tells me to count to one hundred before following her into the house. I count and go inside. She's waiting for me, grabs my hand and takes me to the bathroom in the Martin's master bedroom upstairs. She proceeds to pull down my shorts and give me a blow job. She cleans me, her and the bathroom floor with a towel. She folds the towel neatly and puts it back on the rack. She then takes their toothpaste, one of their toothbrushes and starts brushing her teeth.

I look at her like, 'what the fuck are you doing?' She says, her mouth full of toothpaste, 'What? I can't walk around with dick breath.' Then she rinses with their mouthwash. She kisses me, our first kiss if you don't count her kissing my dick and tells me to wait a few minutes before following her back outside. I spent the rest of the barbecue with you and Dick. But I met her husband, Tom; Stephie introduced us. Seems like a nice guy.

"Stephie called me the next morning and we hooked up that afternoon and, catch as catch can, since then. Her husband is a real estate agent so he makes his own hours. We hook up when she knows he'll be gone for a while. This is our first weekend together though." Still in bed I stretched and said, "I love bored housewives."

Jane asked, "Is that what you think I am? A bored housewife?"

"No. We go back long before you were even married. I don't know why you're here with me but it's not out of boredom." Jane is happily married and very much in love with her husband. She's never told me why she continues to sleep with me. I'm not sure she knows why. But we've been hooking up since before she met Dick.

She asked, "You tell me about your other.....women. Do you tell them about me?"

"Never. No one knows about you and me. Too dangerous. Too much to lose. The others I can just walk away from. I'm not there to replace their husbands and I'm not sticking around for any drama. If she gets too serious about us or if her husband finds out his wife and I are fucking, I'm gone for good. No big deal; I'll just find someone to replace her.

"But if Dick finds out about us, it would be disastrous for both of us. Not something either of us could just walk away from. I never talk about you, about us, to anyone. Do you? Girlfriends? Your sister?"

"No, never. I love Dick too much to let him get hurt by someone's stupid slip of the tongue. And I do love Dick." She paused and looked at me. I took a glass of water from my nightstand and held it up toward her, a toast to her and her love of her husband. She was naked holding a hair dryer in my bathroom after spending the afternoon in my bed. I'm not sure she got the irony behind my toast. She continued, "I don't love you. You're just a bad habit I can't shake. God, I wish I could." She plugged in the hair dryer and started to blow dry her hair.

Jane got dressed, checked herself in the mirror on the bathroom door, looked over at me and asked, "Monday?"

"I have a client meeting Monday morning. An annual review of his stock portfolio and then I'll take him to lunch." I'm a financial consultant. I have my own business, my own clients and I make my own hours. I make a good living. At least good enough for me. No wife and children to support so I don't need much. I also don't need to work very much to maintain my lifestyle so my schedule leaves me plenty of time during the day to spend with bored housewives. And my evenings free to find new ones.

I replied to Jane, "I should be back here by 1:30 or 2 Monday if you want to come by. We won't have much time but I'd love to see you."

Jane responded, "Not Monday then. Not enough time. Tuesday?" I nodded and Jane, ready to leave to meet her kids, came over and kissed me. She also took my balls in her hand and said, "Don't use it all up with this Stephie this weekend. Save some for me. You may be a bad habit but you're my bad habit." She gently squeezed my balls, laughed and leaving my bedroom, swayed her hips seductively.

I lay in bed thinking about how lucky I've been. In addition to Jane and Stephie, I had started seeing another woman named Angie. I met Angie at a club on her girls' night. If Stephie was one of my easiest pick-ups, she really did all the work, Angie was way more difficult.

Angie is in her late twenties and I'm positive this is her first time cheating on her husband. Not that I care if she's cheated before. She's a tall, gorgeous natural redhead. Green eyes, freckles on her face, arms and shoulders. I know she's a natural redhead because her pubic hair is only a slightly darker shade of red than the hair on her head. With a still darker red line trailing down the center of her pubic mound.

My usual pick-up routine involves deciding on the woman I plan to concentrate on, separating her from her friends to talk more privately, 'to get to know her better', and then making a date with her. Coffee, lunch, dinner, a quick drink, whatever she'll agree to. If a married woman is willing to go on a date with me, 99% of the time she'll be willing to go to bed with me too.

Usually, we can't go off together the night we first meet. If she can hook up that night, it's a red flag for me. I don't want someone who goes out clubbing planning to hook up with a different guy every night. I'm not interested in one-night stands. Although, if she's attractive enough, a one-night stand it is. But what I really want are wives who have a husband they have to and want to get home to. I want wives who have to plan their cheating.

So we set up a date. She can tell herself it's all very innocent even though we both know it's not. Hopefully, whatever story she's given her husband when she's coming to meet me gives her enough time to spend some of it in my bed. If not the first date, certainly the second date. Or I move on.

Don't get me wrong, even though there's only one reason why a married woman is shaking her booty in a club, and trust me, it's not because she needs to spend more time with the 'girls', I'm successful picking up wives in clubs maybe 5% of the time. Maybe not that much. But that's all I need.

The 'getting to know you' process can take a few hours. Angie and her girlfriends were all wearing wedding rings so this was a wives' night out. Angie was by far the prettiest and seemed to be excited about being out at a club. Already swaying to the music.

I did my usual approach. I started to look at, really stare at, Angie. Seemingly completely fascinated. One of her girlfriends noticed and said something to Angie who looked over at me. I smiled and, not to be rude, she sort of smiled back before quickly looking away. But she kept glancing at me to see if I was still looking at her. I was. So far this was all going as it usually does.

But I don't stare for too long. After a while my obvious interest in a woman can begin to look creepy. I just want her to know I'm attracted to her. So I went up to them and said, "Hi. Excuse me for interrupting and I apologize for staring but," looking directly at Angie, "haven't we met. I know you from somewhere. I'm sure we've met."

I know: it's an old tired line. But if she's there because she's interested in meeting someone new, even just toying with the idea, it doesn't matter what you say. Unless it's something like, 'Hey, wanna fuck?' Actually, introducing yourself with that line might work with some of the wives you meet at clubs. But I don't use that. Again, I'm not interested in one-night stands.

Angie blushed, then a sly smile and, looking me right in the eye, she said, "If you've met me, what's my name?" I liked her already.

I replied, "Honestly, I was so taken with your beauty that I didn't hear anything anyone said when I met you. My brain wasn't functioning properly. Do you remember me?"

Her friends were all smiles, watching me trying to pick up Angie, watching me work. All of us knew what I was doing but girls out on girls' night almost always find this entertaining. Angie said, "We've never met."

I stuck out my hand and said, "OK, then, my name is Ken." I shook hands with, met, all three women. Angie and the others gave me their names. Angie asked sarcastically, "Will you be able to remember my name this time? Is your brain functioning properly now?"

I called the bartender over and asked for a pen, which he gave me. I handed the pen to Angie and said, "I don't want to forget your name again. Would you write it on my hand? You can include your phone number too." I lay my hand, palm up, on the bar near her.

Angie put the pen on the bar and playfully slapped my hand, "I'm not giving you my phone number."

I sighed, tried to look devastated by that news and then, more cheerfully, asked, "Are you ladies alone tonight? Can I buy you a drink?"

Angie answered, "My husband is going to pick us up here in an hour or so." She brushed her hair back with her left hand, making sure I saw her wedding and engagement rings. She wanted to establish she was a married woman and not out looking for strange.

I thought, 'Her husband picking them up is bullshit. He probably doesn't even know she's here. Was mentioning her husband meant to back me off or to cover her ass with her girlfriends? We'll see.'

They agreed to let me buy them drinks, they almost always do, and the four of us ended up getting a booth together. I figured I was probably wasting my time but I enjoyed talking with them. Lots of flirting with all of them. Angie didn't have much to say, her girlfriends did most of the talking, but I did my best to get whatever I could out of Angie. Finally, her two girlfriends went off to dance together, Angie declined their invitation to go with them, which I took as a good sign, so we were alone.

When they left, I said to Angie, "You're gorgeous. One of the most beautiful women I've ever seen actually walking around and not in a movie. But I bet you hear that all the time."

Angie blushed crimson as only a redhead can do and said, "Thank you. I don't get told that. Except by my husband. He thinks I'm pretty." She smiled.

I didn't want to talk about her husband. I wanted her to forget about him but I said, "He's a lucky man. But if he ever says your pretty again you tell him that you're not just pretty, you're gorgeous. He can ask me if he has any doubts. I'll set him straight."

She smiled but not just smiled: she smiled at me. Yeah, there's a connection. I asked, "Where is he tonight? He didn't want to come dancing with you?"

"Working. He works very hard. And it's not like I'm doing a lot of dancing."

Good, we can move past her husband. I asked, "Do you want to dance? Let's dance." I got up and took her hand to help her up.

She didn't pull her hand away but instead pulled me back into the booth, and, still holding my hand, said, "Let's just sit and talk. I don't feel like dancing."

At that point, her two girlfriends returned to the table, laughing, new drinks in hand and sat down. Angie removed her hand from mine at light speed and put it in her lap. Her two girlfriends looked back and forth between me and Angie and one of them asked, "What are you two up to?" Very accusatory.

I said, "Just talking. Angie said she's not much of a dancer."

One of them, Sally I think her name was, laughed and said, "That's bullshit. You should have seen her at frat parties in college. Couldn't keep her from dancing. Or keep her from taking off her clothes. Mostly on table tops. Angie was always the life of the party."

Angie, turning red again, said to me, "That's not true. I had fun in college but I wasn't taking off my clothes at frat parties. I don't want people to think that." Then to Sally, "Tell Ken it's not true."

Good, she cares about what I think. Sally said, "I was exaggerating. Angie never did strip teases. At least not in front of more than five or six guys. Well, maybe no more than eight or ten guys at a time. Angie was the girl every guy wanted to fuck. And probably did." Both Angie's girlfriends started laughing. They were drunk so they found this very funny.

Angie, getting angry, said, "Sally, stop it; you're terrible. I think you mixed up me and you. You were the slut in college, not me." More laughter from her two friends.

Sally said, "That's not how I remember it." More laughing.

Angie got up and said, "It's late and I need to get home. It was nice meeting you Ken." She left without saying goodbye to her friends. They also thought this was very funny.

Fucking cock blockers. Sometimes girlfriends can be a real help to me. They take the wife I'm interested in aside and tell her that they'll cover for her, that going with me is no big deal, she owes it to herself to have some fun, her husband will never know. Blah, blah, blah. If that's the way her girlfriends go, I'm pretty sure I'm going to get laid. Maybe not that night but, after her girlfriends are finished convincing her that she has to spread her wings, she'll be back.

But girlfriends can also be a roadblock. The wife I'm interested in might not want her girlfriends to think badly of her, or gossip about her, or tease her later. Or tell their husbands who might tell her husband.

Or her girlfriends might just be real assholes like tonight.

Anyway, Angie got up to leave and I saw her opening her phone. She went to the bathroom and then, after a few minutes, headed toward the front door. I went after her and caught up with her out front. I said, "Your friends are drunk. I didn't take what they said seriously. Are you OK? Do you have a car? Can I walk you to your car? Or drive you home?"

She said, "I'm not sure they're really my friends. Thanks, but I called an Uber. Should be here....," she looked down at the app on her phone, "in two minutes....one minute."

"Can I wait with you?"

"Of course." Then she asked, "Ken, are you married?"

"No."

"And you go to clubs to pick up women. And just married ones, right?"