Other Men's Wives

I asked Jane, "Did Dick spank you again this morning?"

Jane was in my bathroom toweling herself dry after taking a shower. She contorted her body, trying to look at her butt, and quickly realized it'd be easier to look at her ass in the mirror on my bathroom door. She said, "It's pretty red. Yeah, I got a spanking this morning. A little harder than the one last night. I thought it would lead to sex, I mean I was turned on, but Dick just left me to go get ready for work."

She had come to my condo at noon, our usual time, to tell me that her husband and my best friend, Dick, had found out about Jane's and my affair. Dick told Jane that he was willing to stay in their marriage if she broke it off with me and never tell me that he knew I was her lover. She promised him both things. But she came to tell me that Dick knew she was having an affair with me. And to have sex with me. Jane's not great at keeping promises.

I asked, "Does this sound like Dick to you? Willing to take you back and not confront me?"

"I told you; he loves me too much to divorce me and loves you too much to give up your friendship. He wants to turn the clock back to when he didn't know about us. And we are going to do everything we can to help him do that."

"By us continuing to have sex and lying to him about not telling me he knows it's me? That's crazy Jane. You seem to think that Dick will just forgive and forget. Both of us. I've known him twenty-five years, that's not Dick. Other than the spanking, are things otherwise the same between you and him?"

"Well, he also wants details about what you and I do in bed. Then he wants to do the same things. That's different. And weird. Also, he won't kiss me and won't let me kiss him on the lips. We had really good sex last night but this morning he was somewhat cool and distant. After the spanking, he got dressed for work, had his coffee and toast and left without telling me he loves me and kissing me goodbye, things he always does. Just, 'bye' and 'see you later'.

"I put it off to him just having discovered our affair. It's still fresh, he's very hurt, and it'll take a while before everything's back to normal. It's really traumatic to find out your wife and best friend have been hooking up so he needs some time. At least he doesn't know it's been going on since before he and I married. He thinks it's only a couple of months."

"And he didn't ask why or how it started?"

"Nope, he hasn't asked for any details. Except what you and I do in bed together."

I said, "I think we should cool it for a while. I think he'll go nuclear if he finds out we're still at it and, after explicitly telling you not to, you told me he knows it's me you've been cheating with. If he's giving both of us a second chance, there won't be a third chance."

Jane said, "I'm telling you, we know what he's going to do if he catches us again. What he did this time: basically nothing. He doesn't want to lose either of us. It will be a rough few weeks but eventually he'll adjust. If he finds out we're still at it, sometime in the future, I bet he doesn't even mention it to either of us. He'll just ignore it. He doesn't want to blow up our lives. Life will go on as usual."

I asked, "I've never asked you before but have there been others, other than me?"

"You see other women. Was I supposed to remain faithful to you? Were you expecting that I'd only cheat with you?"

I waited while Jane blow-dried her hair. Then said, "You didn't answer my question."

Jane studied me while she put on her panties and bra. God, is she hot. She said, "There have been a few other men over the years." She chuckled, "Don't get jealous. It wasn't that many and none of them lasted very long. Most were one and done. The longest maybe two weeks. I just needed something different."

"Are your kids Dick's?"

Jane got angry. "Of course they are. Both our children were planned and I was very careful when we were trying to get pregnant. What do you take me for?"

I thought that question was better left unanswered. I said instead, "I still think we should cool it. Let's see what happens this week. If the weather's nice he and I will play golf and eat lunch as usual next Saturday. That will be awkward for him and me but I can't back out. If he cancels, that will tell us something. If he doesn't cancel, let's see how he acts with me on Saturday. And with you this week. Then we can meet up next week and compare notes. I really think we should give it a rest. At least for a week."

"OK, but I'm telling you that since he didn't go crazy and wants everything to remain the same, he's basically given us permission. He just has to justify this to himself. Even when he was so mad he pissed in the spaghetti I was making for dinner, he never brought up divorce and has never confronted you. He doesn't even want you to know he knows it's you. What does that tell you? If we don't shove it in his face, you and I can continue our...arrangement. If he discovers we're still fucking, I bet he'll just ignore it. Close his eyes and put his hands over his ears."

Jane paused, then asked, "Are you putting us off a week because you have plans to spend the week with someone else? Who is she?"

"I don't have plans to spend the week with anyone. I've just started seeing a woman named Angie but those are random hookups. We see each other when her husband's out of town for work.

"What I really should be doing this week is getting my portfolio suggestions ready for Bradford, my most important client. He's out of the country but he's supposed to be back sometime next week. When he returns he and I will meet and I need to come up with lots of ideas for him. He wants to make major changes to his holdings and that means a huge commission for me. So he's my priority this week."

Jane said, "Stephie, the one the husband caught you with when you spent the weekend at her place, is out of the picture?"

"Oh yeah. She told her husband it was one time and I basically forced her. Her husband actually called me wanting me to confirm her story. I set him straight. We'd been seeing each other for months and only when she initiated it. I don't force anyone and I'm not going to say I do."

"So who are you seeing now? Who's this woman you see when her husband's out of town?"

"Angie. I met her at a club so I doubt if you know her. She's in her late twenties so maybe three or four years younger than us. Husband's a lawyer and trying to make partner so he's putting in long hours and is out of town a lot. That's when we hook up. She's a natural redhead and gorgeous."

"Better looking than me?"

"Jane, no one's better looking than you."

Jane was ready to leave, "You're serious about not seeing each other again until next week?"

"Yes. I just think it's safer. What are you going to tell Dick? What's the story you're going tell him you told me. Why you're going to stop seeing me?"

"I thought about telling Dick that I told you he found out I was cheating but he doesn't know it's with you. But that's too complicated. I'm going to tell him that I told you I just can't do it anymore. I may also tell him that I'm getting bored with you. But if I tell him I told you I'm bored will he think I'm going to start looking for someone else to replace you because I'm bored with you? Is that how you'd take it?"

"Maybe. Just stick with you told me you feel too guilty to continue. He's not going to care what you say to me, only that you've broken it off with me. Keep it simple."

Jane asked, "So we won't see each other until next week? Monday?"

"Monday's good for me unless something happens. If my client gets back early and wants to meet Monday, then I'll have to meet him. Too important to put him off. So our usual arrangement. Come by and knock. If I'm here, I'm here. If I'm not, then Tuesday if you're free. Slip a note under the door and let me know."

Jane and I don't make or cancel plans on the phone, too easy to get caught, but she lives about five minutes from me. We make plans in advance, when we're together, but if something comes up and one of us can't make it, we just assume we'll hook up the following day. Jane coming by and not finding me at home is not a big inconvenience. It's a short drive and it's not like she has to spend a lot of time dolling herself up preparing to see me. If I'm with someone else, Jane will knock but I won't answer and she'll assume I'm not home.

Jane said, "OK, see you Monday. I'll miss you. If anything changes with Dick, I'll be by to talk about it. Otherwise Monday." Jane kissed me, "Oh, one last thing. I'll buy a container for my toiletries. We'll hide them when I'm not here. Just in case Dick has to use your bedroom bathroom again." She left.

I spent the week working on Bradford Morrison's portfolio. I wanted to prepare recommendations that will take at least a couple of hours to present. It needs to be thorough.

I concentrated on ideas for Bradford until Angie called Friday from work. Angie always calls me from work. The contact she has for me in her cell is 'Chinese' but she can't have a bunch of calls to and from 'Chinese'. Her husband's never going to see who she calls from her phone at work. She said, "I'm free tonight and tomorrow. Jim [her husband] is away until late Sunday afternoon. Are you available? Do you want to see me?"

"I was hoping you'd call. Of course I want to see you."

"I'll get take out. Any preference. What do you wanna eat?"

"Just you."

She laughed, "OK, I'll surprise you. I should be at your place around 6." We got off.

Angie brought Thai food. I asked, "Fuck or eat first?"

She said, "They made microwaves because they know people want to fuck first." And that's what we did.

Later, while we were eating, I asked, "Where is Jim now?"

"More depositions, this time in New York. They think he's good at depositions so he's their go to guy. More hours for him preparing and then he's gone for a few days. The time he spends working seems to be getting worse, not better."

I thought, 'No, that's a good thing. Thank God he's good at something that takes him out of town. He needs to do more of that." I asked, "On a weekend?"

"Evidently the only time they could make for him. All day Saturday and Sunday morning. He's back Sunday afternoon so I'm here until Sunday morning."

"Tell him to delay his return. Maybe he should see the sights for another day or two."

"I enjoy being with you but I want him back. I miss him."

"Does he suspect about us?"

"No, but I'm going stir-crazy sitting around waiting for him to come home. He works late almost every night, sometimes until eleven or twelve. And almost every Saturday and most Sundays. I may start coming to see you even if he's in town but working late. I just don't want him to come home early and not find me there without a good excuse. I have to come up with something to tell him. Where I was. He's beginning to grumble that I'm having too many girls' nights. Doesn't like me going to clubs."

"You resent him."

"I resent that he's working so much but there's nothing we can do about that. I don't want to sit at home but I want him to make partner and I don't want him worrying about me."

"You're welcome to stay here as long as you want. I have to play golf with a friend tomorrow. Ordinarily, I'd skip it because you're here but I can't tomorrow. My friend is having some marital problems so I want to be there in case he wants to talk.

"He and I usually have lunch after. I'll be gone from like 7:30am to maybe around 1pm. I'm going to try to play only nine holes so I may be back earlier. You can stay here and get some sleep. Whatever you want to do."

"I'll go home and change. I should do some grocery shopping this weekend too. I also left my butt plug at home. I'll put that in while I'm there. I'll come back around 1. You'll be back by then?"

"Yes. What do you want to do now? Anything good on TV?"

"Jerk." She took my hand and led me back to bed. Jim, her husband, called while Angie was giving me a blowjob, a beginning to further pleasures. Angie answered, "Hello Honey, where are you...Nice hotel?...Good. Are you in for the night?...Do you think you can wrap this up tomorrow?...Please try to...I miss you so much...I got Chinese. Chinese ribs this time. I was sucking on one when you called. Real good and bigger than usual. Tasty." Angie winked at me.

But Angie saw that I was getting impatient. I mean, I don't call and interrupt him when he's trying to fuck his wife. He could return the favor. Angie smiled up at me, almost laughed and asked her husband, "What is the case about? What are the depositions for?" She put me back in her mouth. Angie asking about his case is our private joke.

Angie used this ploy when her husband's called before and when she couldn't talk because her mouth was otherwise occupied. She answers the phone and soon asks him about his case, the one he's currently taking depositions for. Jim gives her a description of the case that can last five minutes or more. Angie never interrupts him with questions, just every once and a while she murmurs, "Mmmm. Mmmm." I'm guessing that's to let him know she's still listening to him and not expressing her enjoyment of my dick. The time he talks about his case usually gives her plenty of time to finish me off. If not, she just mounts me so she can converse with her husband. I'm happy either way.

This time it didn't work. When she asked him to tell her about the case, he said he didn't have time. They needed to prepare for the upcoming depositions. He was meeting his colleague and he was already late. He said, "Bye, Hon. I may be back late. I'll try to call but if it's too late I'll call in the morning." He hung up.

Angie just stared at her phone with a mix of curiosity, concern and hurt. She said, "He's never done that before. Just got off like that. He must really be stressed about these depositions." She slowly returned her phone to the nightstand and came up and rested her head on my shoulder. I didn't think it was a good time to remind her that she had unfinished business I needed her to attend to.

I said, "I wouldn't worry about it. From what I could hear, he did seem stressed." Honestly, I wish he had to get off quickly every time he called. Honestly, I wish he'd stop calling her altogether. Jim called her again to say goodnight but it wasn't much more than, 'Hello' and 'Goodnight.'

At around 1am, Angie was on her back with her head resting on my chest. I was massaging her clit, running my finger down to put inside her, wetting my finger with her, and then back up, moistening her clit. I would also occasionally use my wet fingers on her nipples, watching them enlarge too. She was still breathing normally but I'm a patient man. She said, "Maybe I'll just tell him I'm visiting Sally or Lisa, at their homes. No clubs or bars. That's what I'll tell him if he comes home and I'm not there. That I was visiting one of my girlfriends. That way I can still see you even if he's in town."

Angie paused, "Sorry, I didn't mean to be presumptuous. Are you seeing someone else at night. Are you already busy?"

I kissed her breast, "No, I see someone some afternoons. Have been for years. Old friend. She's the only other woman I'm seeing."

"Is the woman you're seeing in the afternoons the reason why your friend is having problems with his marriage?"

Fuck, where'd that come from? I said, "No. They don't know each other." None of Angie's business that I play golf with the husband of my afternoon hookup.

She continued, "I'd also like to go somewhere for a weekend too. I need to get away, relax and unwind. Are you up for that?"

"Sure."

"I'd have to tell Jim that I'm going to a spa. I don't know how he'll react. It's not like I'd be going to clubs. Just facials and massages. Stuff like that. Maybe he'll be cool with that."

I said, "Let me know. I'd love to spend a weekend at a resort with you."

My playing with her pussy finally paid off. Afterward, we slept. I don't know when or if Angie and her husband talked in the morning. I left for golf around 7:30am. I was really nervous about seeing Dick. This would be the first time we've met up since he found out about Jane and me.

When I met Dick at the golf course the next morning he was buoyant, really upbeat. It didn't look fake, like he was putting on a show for me. I asked him, "What's up? Win the lottery?"

"Better. I was promoted." Dick is the manager of the techs for a local IT company. He's been working there since we graduated college. He loves his job and the working environment.

I asked, "What's the new job?"

"I'm now Director of Operations. The managers of sales, of purchasing, and the technicians report to me. I'll end up hiring a manager for the technicians who will also report to me. The only thing I'm not doing is the financial stuff. The controller and the boss do that with the accountants."

"Big raise?"

"Yes, but they're selling me an equity stake in the company. The guy whose been in the job I'm getting is retiring. He has 24% of the company and I'm buying his shares. Since he's retiring, he has to sell his shares. To his replacement."

"Where are you getting the money?"

"The company buys his shares back from him and sells them to me. I'll buy the initial stake with our savings. Then they'll take out money from my salary and put it toward the purchase of additional shares until I'm at 24%. We'll be living on what I'm currently earning until I've finished buying the shares. Then my salary will go up by a third and I'll own the stock which pays dividends. I'll be a part owner of the company and with more responsibilities and a bigger salary."

"Congratulations buddy. I'm really happy for you. Jane must be very excited."

Dick's face clouded, "Yeah, I guess."

I left it there. I was not about to discuss Jane with him. Our names were announced to begin our round and we were joined by a couple, a husband and wife, to make a foursome. They were in their mid to late thirties. The wife was real cute. Brown hair and eyes, maybe 5'6', great skin and terrific body. If I can get her by herself, I'll ask if she's free weekdays to golf with me alone. I'm always ready to golf and looking for new partners. Maybe she doesn't work. Another bored housewife with time on her hands.

We only did nine holes because I told Dick I had an important meeting. Dick had a spectacular round; maybe the best golf he's ever played. I had a good game and was a somewhat distant second. The husband, a jerk who cursed and complained every time he missed a shot, came in after me. His wife, Margo, was new to golf and it showed. She didn't seem to care about her score.

After we finished, the husband, still cursing under his breath, went to use the bathroom. Dick and I walked with Margo to where she had to return her rented clubs. I asked, "Have you played much?"

She smiled and said, "You can see I haven't. I like golfing but I'm mostly doing this because Jerry likes to golf. We can spend time together. Outdoors, fresh air, exercise, all that."

"Do you work?" Dick, at that point, excused himself to see about something. He knows what I'm up to so he left to let me do my thing. He'll wait until he sees Margo's husband return to re-join us.

"No, I don't need to work and Jerry doesn't want me to. You see how cranky he can get. You should see him if he comes home from work and dinner isn't ready."

I thought, 'This woman is ripe for plucking.' I said, "I'm a consultant so I make my own hours and I'm free some weekdays. If you want, we could play golf together. I'm not that good but maybe I could give you a few tips. You have a pretty good swing but you're lifting your head when you hit the ball off the tee. There's some other things I noticed that are easy to fix. Anyway, you can get some practice and maybe even give your husband some competition."