Second Hand Emotions

Will looked down at his phone as he walked to his truck. There was a text from Tracy.

"Sorry, I can't go to dinner tonight. I talked with Stephen about it and he wasn't comfortable with just you and I going to dinner."

Will responded, "OK, can I still stop by and see you?"

Tracy, "Yes"

Will was disappointed but not surprised. Her husband was controlling and confrontational in nature. Tracy had once told Will that during the first ten years of their marriage, Stephen wanted to keep her "barefoot and pregnant."

Will and Tracy had met at a satellite high school with vocational, technical and creative programs where they attended in the afternoons instead of their different home schools. Their respective classrooms were across the hall from one another. Will's in robotics, Tracy's graphic design. There was an immediate attraction but it took Will a few weeks to get up the nerve to ask about her.

What was a brief high school acquaintance, turned into a close friendship a year later after Will left for college and Tracy was a senior in high school. Tracy had dated Stephen for two years at that point and at times it was rocky. The fall of her senior year they had broken up for a couple of months. Will was someone she could confide in and even considered what it would be like to date. He had some maturing to do when it came to relationships though, something more would have been a challenge.

Will and Tracy's interactions were stressful and emotional at times. Will wanted to be close, but at times was distant, trying to hold back, not get hurt. Tracy had moments where she felt the same attraction, but resisted, fearful of losing what she had with Stephen. At other times, there was complete comfort with each other, just lost in the moment of being together and not worried about what it could mean.

By the fall of the next year, the stress of school, Will's desire to be closer to Tracy and his jealously of Stephen would be more than their friendship could handle. They would patch things up a couple of years later, but there would never be the same openness they once shared.

Fast forward almost twenty-five years, they had re-connected. The open and confiding relationship they once had redeveloped over a couple of years. Both been married almost twenty years, Tracy to Stephen and Will to a woman he met at the end of college. Neither were particularly happy, but neither were quite willing to blow up what they had and those around them.

Now Will was pulling into the parking lot of the home furnishing consignment shop which Tracy worked at. It was in a strip mall on the west side of town they had both grown up in. Will left the state for work after college, but returned home periodically and looked forward to having dinner with her.

"I'm sorry," Tracy said as Will walked in the door.

"No worries, it's nice to still be able to see you," Will responded.

It was closing time, only one shopper still left in the store. A young woman milled about as she waited for her ride. Will did the same as Tracy tidied up until the young woman left.

"Thanks for stopping by, you know how Stephen is. I should have told him earlier that I wanted to go to dinner, but I was afraid this is how he would react," Tracy said over her shoulder as she locked the front door so no one else could enter.

Tracy walked over and gave Will a hug. He was a foot taller, and had to lean down for her to get her arms around his neck.

"Why do you have to be so tall?" she teased.

"Why do you have to be so short?" Will responded. Tracy shot him the look she always did when they were younger and he would tease her. Eyes squinted, with a little bit of a curled smile on the right side.

Will followed her around the store as she finished straightening up for closure. The small talk continued, mostly about her oldest daughter getting ready for college the next fall or his oldest son and whether or not he should play tackle or flag football in the fall.

They found their way to the front of the store as she finished up. Will took a seat on a stool behind the counter as Tracy closed out the register. The conversation returned to Stephen and how controlling he could be at times.

"You know, I asked you to marry me once in college," Will said with a smile.

Tracy shot him a look of confusion and surprise as if to say, "Don't go there."

More serious, "You are an incredible, beautiful and caring women. Don't let him tear that down."

Tracy eked out smile and brought her hand up to her face, "I'm blushing."

That feeling of appreciation released a flood of emotions that had been building up inside of her for a few days.

"I really hate my life right now. A lot became clear when Stephen was gone last week. I didn't miss him and actually felt relaxed," Tracy said as tears began to well up.

"He wasn't around to scrutinize me or the girls about everything. I didn't have to justify going to see a movie and I could talk with my mouth full while eating and slouch if I wanted to. I feel like I've wasted half my life and don't have any options because I decided to not have a career," she continued.

Will could hear the anger in her voice now and reached for her hand to comfort her. Tracy felt guilty being touched by another man, but didn't want to pull her hand away, so she left it limp.

"Whenever something goes wrong it's my fault. No matter all the things I do, it never seems to be enough. Antidepressants aren't helping because they are treating my symptoms not the cause."

Tears started to flow down Tracy's cheeks as she recounted picking Stephen up from the airport after a few days away at a co-ed tennis tournament.

"I lost it on Stephen last week and bitched at him all the way home after picking him up. There is no way he'd ever let me go out of town with a bunch of men for four days because he's always suspicious. I didn't even question that he might be tempted to cheat, because despite everything I believe he's faithful. I told him he has a double standard and I'm tired of it."

"I do nothing for myself or if I do I feel guilty that I didn't get another load of laundry done or clean the house. I didn't even congratulate him on winning districts because honestly, I don't give a fuck and am jealous that he gets to devote so much time to something he loves and is good at."

Tracy paused and sniffed as the tears started flow more. Will reached out and gently wiped away some of the tears with his thumb.

"Sorry to dump on you, I just can't hold it in any longer. I should have just written this down on paper then burned it because that's supposed to help you release this kind of shit. I really do value you as a friend and that's something that Stephen will never get because he really doesn't have any friends he confides in. "

"At this point the only thing that I think would help me feel valued would be to sleep with Robert Pattinson and have him tell me I rocked his world," she paused for a few seconds, "I am being facetious of course. Thanks for being a sounding board, it does make me feel better."

"It's OK, glad I can be here for you," Will said as he reached out and wiped away more of the tears.

He didn't just leave it at that this time though. Will lightly caressed her cheek with his fingers. He ran his fingers up her jaw line and behind her ear before running them through her short reddish, brown hair. It was just as soft as he remembered from college.

He looked her in the eyes and gave a slight smile. She returned the smile, closed her eyes, turned away slightly and lowered her head.

Will's hand traced her jaw line and ran his fingers through her hair again. This time, he didn't stop at her jaw line as he trace the side of her face and instead followed her neck down to her collar bone.

Tracy let out a soft sigh as Will's fingers made it around to the front of her neck. She raised and arched her chin as his fingers pushed up the front of her neck and just over the chin, almost to the mouth.

"I don't know if that's a good idea," Tracy said quietly as she squeezed Will's other hand.

Will didn't respond, instead, his hand traced back down her chin and neck. He lingered at the base of her neck and then slowly continued down across her exposed cleavage.

"Yeah, that's really not a good idea," Tracy said as she let out a little sigh and squeezed his hand harder.

Tracy's skin was soft and warm to his touch and she felt her face go flush as Will's fingers slipped inside her blouse, moving across the top of her breast towards her shoulder. His fingers slipped under her bra strap and then back down along the top of her breast, this time inside of her bra.

Will pulled his hand from her bra and blouse before getting to the nipple. His fingers trailed further down her front then cupped her breast. In college, her breasts were small and firm, not that Will was ever experienced them. Now, they were larger and slightly sagging with age, but still felt firm in the hand.

Will's thumb found a hard nipple through the blouse, Tracy let out a slight moan and squeezed his hand again. She knew she should tell him to stop, but as she had admitted to Will the summer before, should couldn't have sex without love and if she was going to have an affair, she wanted it to be with him.

Will watched her face as he continued to squeeze her breast through the blouse and gently roll the nipple between his thumb and fore finger. The look on her face was one of resistance. Not wanting to give in, but not wanting to pull away either.

In his own mind, Will debated if he had gone to far or if he should continue. He didn't have the same anger towards his wife that Tracy had toward Stephen, but he had felt neglected for years. He was simply a provider a funds for her to live the life she wanted. Emotionally, he was as close to Tracy as anyone and the desire to share a deeper level of intimacy with her was strong.

Will released her breast and let his hand slowly fall down the front of her blouse. He lingered at her hip and studied her waist before continuing further. The black skirt she wore was loose fitting and went almost to her knees. He reached around and squeezed her ass through the light weight material.

"Oh fuck," Tracy said as Will's hand made its way down to the hem of skirt. His hand gripped her bare leg just above the knee and she anticipated where it would go next.

The skirt was too tight for his hand to go past the outside of her mid-thigh, so she pulled it to mid-thigh with her free hand. Will's hand continued its journey up the outside of her thigh until he felt the edge of her panties, following around her backside and giving her ass cheek a gentle squeeze.

The look on Tracy's face seemed to say, "I can't fucking believe this is happening," as Will's hand moved to the front of her thigh and then pelvis. The smooth texture of her panties was disrupted by the coarseness of her trimmed bush beneath them.

Tracy looked out the front window of the store, fortunately the parking lot was empty. She felt Will's fingers slip inside the front of her panties and tug at her pubes as his fingers ran through them.

She widened her stance as Will's hand slipped between her legs. Her outer lips were smooth, the inner lips just barely protruding and slick as he ran a finger between them. He thought about what it would be like to taste her.

Will penetrated her, first with one finger, then a second. His thumb found her clit and lightly circled it. Tracy reached out with her free hand and steadied herself against his shoulder. Her breathing became slow and heavy as she closed her eyes and tried to forget this was someone other than her husband making her feel this way.

Tracy leaned in, her cheek almost touching Will's. He felt her breath against his neck and heard her soft moans in his ear. She moved her hips in rhythm with his thumb as his fingers started to pump in and out of her. The sounds of her moans and grunts became louder as she started to cum.

"Ugh, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," Tracy grunted as she thrust her hips toward Will, driving his fingers deeper into her.

As her orgasm started to subside, Tracy found Will's mouth and kissed him deeply. Her tongue darted into his mouth as her hand ran through the back of his hair. She continued to ride his fingers until she felt all the tension release from her body.

"Thank you," Tracy said in between brief kisses. She ran her fingers along the side of Will's cheek as she felt his fingers slip from inside of her.

"Fuck it," Tracy said, ready to fully embrace the moment. She took another peak out at the parking lot and pushed her skirt back down.

"Let's get these down," Tracy said as she smiled and reached out for the belt of Will's pants.

They worked together to drop Will's pants and boxers. He sat on the edge of the stool, cock already semi-erect. Tracy took it in her hand as she dropped to her knees in front of him. She stroked him a few times before taking him in her mouth. Impressed with his full size, the length didn't matter so much, but she looked forward to being stretched by his girth.

Will watched has her head bobbed up and down on his shaft. He reached out and ran his fingers through her soft hair as he cupped the back of her head. Her pace slowed as she worked different parts of his cock. First running her tongue and lips the length of the underside, then edging just the head with her lips, before taking it deep within her mouth. He had wanted this for so long and couldn't believe it was actually happening.

"Let's go to the back room," Tracy said as she released him and stood up. "There are no cameras there."

"Cameras?" Will asked. Tracy could sense some panic in his voice.

"The ones up front here don't actually record," she said with a smile.

Will pulled up his pants and fastened his belt before leaving the front of the store. "Parking lot empty," Tracy said with a smile as they both looked out the front window again.

They made their towards the back of the store which was divided up into three separate rooms, each with different collections of furnishings. Tracy grabbed Will's hand and lead him to the one with a couple of bedroom sets and chaise lounges.

Tracy stopped in front of one of the lounges and turned to face Will. With a smile, she pulled her skirt up in the back, then grabbed each side of her panties and pushed them down to her knees. She let them fall the rest of the way to the floor and stepped out of them.

"Do you want me?" Tracy asked in a teasing voice. Will couldn't say anything, he just leaned down and kissed her hard again.

Tracy pulled her skirt up to her hips, exposing her pussy. Will couldn't wait to taste her and dropped to his knees. Tracy sat down on the lounge, leaned back and spread her legs.

Will slipped his hands under her thighs, grabbed her hips and pulled her to the edge of the lounge. Her pussy was gorgeous, a small patch of dark hair on her mound, the outer labia was completely smooth and covered most of her inner.

He wasted no time tasting her. Her slit was warm and wet to his kiss. Will ran his tongue up and down its length before trying to penetrate her with it. She had a slight musky taste and he felt her juices run down his chin.

"Oh god," Tracy blurted out as Will started to suck on her clit. She grabbed the back of his head with one hand and exposed a breast with the other.

"Fuck yeah!" Tracy exclaimed as Will sucked harder on her clit. This caught him by surprise, even though she had once told him she could be loud during sex. He always found her talk of sex to be curious as it seemed the opposite of her otherwise reserved personality.

The exposed nipple was engorged and Tracy pinched and tugged at it. It wasn't enough though, she needed that fat cock inside of her.

"I want you to fuck me," she said as she pushed his head from between her legs. Will leaned forward and drew the exposed brown nipple into his mouth.

"Enough, fuck me," Tracy said after a few hard sucks at her nipple.

Will remained silent as he stood up and hastily undid his belt and pants. The pants dropped to his knees as he watched Tracy get on all fours and lean over the raised back of the lounge.

She wiggled her pretty little ass playfully as she looked over her shoulder. It was round and shapely. Yes, he could see the effects of age and four children from this view, but it didn't matter. In his eyes, she was still the beautiful young woman he met in school.

Will moved in behind her and rubbed the head of his dick against her slit. It moved freely in the slick folds and tried to draw him in.

"Don't tease me," she told him and he laughed.

"Oh yes!" she exhaled as the length of his shaft entered her in one swift motion.

Will grabbed Tracy's hips and began to slowly pump in and out of her. She matched his rhythm as she enjoyed how full her pussy felt with him inside of her.

"What a sweet little butt hole," Will thought as he separated her ass cheeks. He wished he could spend an entire night with her. No distractions, conflicts or other ties. Just the two of them and the feel of her naked body entwined with his.

"Fuck it," Tracy thought again as she reached between her legs to rub her clit. She wasn't having just meaningless random encounter. She loved this man and knew that he loved and cared for her. Was there a romantic aspect to this friendship, maybe, that had always been difficult to tell, but there was trust and comfort and a desire to feel the intimacy that only those things could bring. She couldn't expect Stephen to approve or even understand, but that moment, it didn't really matter to her.

The lounge started to squeak with the rhythm of their in and out. Tracy could feel his balls slap against her hand as she rubbed her clit and this turned her on even more. Will could hear her breathing start to change as if she would cum again soon.

"Ahhh! Oh god, fuck!" Tracy exclaimed and rubbed her clit faster as she started to shake. Will continued to fuck her, even after her front half collapsed on the lounge. His thrusts became harder and the sound of his hips slapping against her ass became louder as she worked her way through the orgasm.

"Incredible," Will thought when she was spent. He fell back into a steady rhythm as he enjoyed the sight of his cock moving in and out of her.

"Don't cum inside," Tracy said, fearing Stephen might find it later.

"Huh? Where?", Will asked as he looked around for some place to shoot his load.

Tracy pushed herself up onto her hands and leaned forward so that he slipped out. She quickly spun around and faced him, taking his cock in hand.

"In my mouth," she replied as she took the first three inches in her mouth.

The taste of her pussy was mixed with that of his pre-cum. She work the head of his cock with her mouth while she stroked the shaft with her hand. Will grabbed the back of her head as he felt himself approach the edge.

"Uh, uh," Will snorted in a hard breath.

Will released a flood of cum into her mouth. It was warm, salty and more than she was used to and it made her feel powerful. His legs started to shake as his cock twitched. She steadied him with her free hand as she swallowed and worked the length of his shaft to ensure she got everything.

Tracy didn't release him until she felt him start to relax and his cock started to soften.

"I have wanted that for so long," Will softly blurted out then paused. "Sorry, I shouldn't say that."

"It's OK. Deep down, I wanted that too."

"We better get dressed," Tracy said as she found her panties. "Stephen is going to start to wonder where I am at."

"Heh, yeah," Will said in a slightly worried voice.

"It will be OK. No one ever has to know but us," Tracy said before reaching up to place a hand behind his neck and kiss him again.