Adultery When We Were Married by DanielQSteele1

[Ramesh_Rocky]

“My God, Bill....I never thought... ”

She was about to cry.

I grabbed her shoulders.

“Don’t. I’m glad you’re here. You’re here now. We can spend time together as long as we’re careful. You and I both know he sees other women. But you’ve never been embarrassed by him, have you? He’s been discreet.”
She nodded.
“We have to be careful, that’s all. As long as we don’t embarrass him, he won’t do anything. He can’t. Even in France, a mother has rights in regard to her children. And if he loves you the way you say you love him, he won’t throw away your marriage as long as you don’t humiliate him publicly. So we just have to make sure we don’t go worldwide.
“Fortunately,” I said stroking that thick black mane that I could never keep my hands off of, “I’m not that famous yet. If I was Bill Clinton, or Johnny Depp, we wouldn’t stand a chance. But get away from the courthouse and I’m just another short, bald guy.”
She gave me a quick peck on the lips.
“You will never be just another short, bald guy, Bill Maitland. AND.  it’s
mean and low of me, but I would love to see the expression on your Debbie’s face the first time she sees us together.”
I couldn’t help answering the grin she was flashing. “You are mean, girl. A real bitch.”
“But I’m YOUR bitch, and I’d like to let your old bitch know somebody else is playing with her old toys. ”
She reached down and ran her hand over my cock and felt the hard bulge there. I was hard again only hours after cumming in buckets inside Heather. Aline was magic. Better than Viagra.
“Make that. her old toy. Which still works fine, by the way. Remember?”
“Yeah, I remember,” I said, reaching down and moving her hand off me. “But I need to walk out of here in a little bit and if I’m sticking straight out I’m afraid that might launch some rumors about the pretty dark haired woman who came into my office.”
She shrugged. Even that motion made my dick twitch.
“Alright, Bill. What kind of cloak and dagger intrigue will we indulge in?” “No intrigue. Just walk out and go on down to the Starbucks on the first floor.
Order a coffee and give me a couple of minutes. When I get down there you’ll see me and just follow me out to my car.”
She kissed me on the side of my face and said, “This is exciting. I’ll be the lady getting all hot and bothered at the Starbucks when you get down there.”


I opened the door and walked her out so that Susie could see me shake her hand and hear me say, “I promise you that I’ll be available for an in-depth interview with your correspondent before the end of the week. If you’d just send a formal request through Mr. Edwards’ office, my secretary will arrange it all. Is that okay?”
She gave me a cool, business-like smile and said, “That is very kind of you, Mr. Maitland. I look forward to working with you, very closely, in the future.” And she stuck her tongue out at me at an angle that I’m sure Susie didn’t catch. I had an almost irresistible urge to swat her ass, but I am not a disciplined attorney for nothing. I just nodded and walked back into my office.
I had walked back into the office and was trying to wrap up about 20 different loose ends with my head completely not into it when the phone buzzed. I punch the intercom button and Susie said, “Mr. Maitland, I’m sorry, but you have some other people out here that say they need to speak to you.”
“Susie, I really am trying to get out of here. Who is it?”
“Uh....one of them is your...Ms. Bascomb from the Public Defender’s office. And the other is...Ms. Martinez, from Mr. Edwards’ office. Who....who do you want me to send in first?”
I don’t know. Maybe I was shell shocked after the day I’d just had. Maybe I just wanted to see if they could both fit through the door at the same time. But I said, “Send them both in, Susie.”
A moment later the door came in and sure enough, what the hell, they both came through at the same time. It was one of the few times I’d ever seen them together in the same room. It was, I admit, kind of breathtaking.
Debbie was....Debbie was dressed in a fairly sedate business outfit but she still could have aroused pornographic fantasies in a 90-year-old. She was about four inches taller than Myra and looked bigger, except in a couple of very important places.
Myra, hair blonder and brassier than Debbie, was preceded in by her chest by a few seconds and when she stopped in front of my desk, parts of her kept moving for several seconds. I got ready to duck in case any of the buttons on her stressed blouse started heading my way.
Choosing which one to look at was an impossible dilemma so I focused my gaze at a spot about midway between their heaving bosoms. Debbie shot Myra a sideways glance and Myra glanced back without moving her head. Something was going on in the indecipherable language of females, but damned if I could tell what it was.
“I have had a long day, Debbie, and I need to get out of here. Is it personal or does the Public Defender want to send me congratulations? If it’s the latter, tell

Mr. August that I appreciate the compliment. If it’s the former....you didn’t need to come by.”

“It’s both. I talked to Johnny—Mr. August, and he did want me to send you his congratulations. And he wanted me to give you a special message.”

“Yes.”

She stared at me as if she was looking at a stranger and for some reason that made me start to get hard. It was as if she was some gorgeous wet dream of a stranger who had walked into my office for the first time and I could imagine the impact she would have had on me if I’d never seen her before.
“He said, ‘You did a great job today, Bill. You handed Lew his head. But don’t expect our guys to roll over for the Angel of Death in the future. You just painted a big bull’s-eye on your back, and expect all our guys to be gunning for you in the future. Good luck’.”
I couldn’t help smiling. It sounded like Johnny. He’d probably take on a case against me just to try to get his licks in. And he might not exactly be in Lew’s league as a trial lawyer, but that blind country-boy, aw shucks act he put on for juries always made it hard to gain the jury’s sympathy against him. Still, it would be fun.
“Tell Mr. August that I look forward to going up against him at his pleasure, Ms. Bascomb. And...”
“I just wanted to tell you that...you were impressive. Lew is flashy and I made the mistake of underestimating you, Bill. I wish...I’d done this before. Seen you work. I don’t know why I never did.”
I just stared at her. There was a time when those words would have warmed my heart. Now they just made me remember what I’d lost.

“Thanks.”

She glanced over at Myra who was just standing there breathing in and out and flashing a smile at me. Debbie looked like she wanted to say something else, then shook her head a little and turned around and walked out. As usual, she looked as good going as she did coming.
Myra gave her a little glance as she walked out the door, then sat down in a chair across from me and crossed her legs. I valiantly resisted the impulse to look up her dress and focused instead on her heaving chest.

“And what message do you bring from the Big Man, Ms. Martinez?” “None.”

“Then-“

“Would it surprise you, Mr. Maitland, to know that I have had erotic dreams about you?”

I stared into those emerald eyes and thought she was joking, but I wasn’t quite sure.

“Actually, quite a lot, yes. Like, learning that Sister Teresa had had erotic dreams about me.”

She tried to be stern, but that twinkle remained. “You’re comparing me to a very old nun?”

‘No, it’s just that the idea of you have erotic dreams about me is as—unthinkable—as Sister Teresa having the hots for me.”

“I’ll admit, Mr. Maitland, that I’ve always liked you. You are one of the good guys. But...let’s say you’re much more visually appealing than you used to be.”

“Hot?”

“You’ll get a swelled head, among other things, but...yes. And, I’ve thought, over the years, that you might...have a secret yen for me.”

“Like every other male between 15 and 90...well, yeah.”

She leaned back and took a deep breath that caused my blood pressure to spike.

“But you’ve always been married. And I knew you would never mess around, and I don’t mess with married men.”

She flashed a quick smile and added, “except....you know. But, now you’re single. And available. And I...uh...thought that perhaps you might be free sometime this week. To go out for drinks. Or supper?”

I couldn’t help being incredulous. “You are asking ME out?”

“It’s the 21st century, Mr. Maitland. Women do that now.”

I looked at the promised land she offered and it physically hurt me to say it, but I told her, “I’m sorry Myra. But...I will be tied up.  for a couple of weeks at
least. And maybe a lot longer.”
“Someone moved in that quickly?” she said with an incredulous look on HER face. “You’re not going back to-“
“No. And, there’s nothing definite about the next couple of weeks....but...there is someone. And I don’t think anything will happen, but. ”
“But even when you’re single, you’re a decent guy. You could have stepped out on her and played both of us, but you’re not that kind of person. God damn, why didn’t I move quicker?”
She was out of her chair and enveloping me in acres of warm breast and I couldn’t keep my hands off that ass as she pressed herself into me and then kissed the side of my face.
‘It’s okay, Bill. I didn’t think I could respect you any more than I do, but....Just remember that if things don’t work out with her  I would definitely be
interested in going out. Don’t forget.” “I won’t.”


And just to make sure I didn’t, she created a female symphony of moving parts and pneumatic flesh as she maneuvered her way out of my office. I didn’t realize how badly Aline had set her hooks into me until I realized that even now, I didn’t regret turning something like that down for a chance to be with Aline.
When she left I still had to wade through six phone calls that had to be returned, several court documents that needed signatures and two ASAs who wanted to talk. And then I could FINALLY call an end to the day and get out of there.
I glanced over at the Starbucks as I walked toward the street that would lead to the private parking lot where courthouse officials could park without having to hunt for a free parking meter. It had been recurrent chaos for years until the state had finally decided four years before to build us a covered garage next to the jail facing the St. Johns River.
As I walked past her, I sneaked a quick look at her and without her being too ostentatious about it she gave the round seat she sat on a hot, and slow, lap dance. I grinned at nothing in particular and walked out the courthouse doors.
Five minutes later she was sitting beside me and we were headed out toward Chez Alexandre, an Avondale restaurant that served the best and most authentic French cuisine in Jacksonville. The owner and Chef had been in this country twenty years chefing for a number of restaurants until he finally got up the courage and money to launch out on his own five years before. It wasn’t Paris, but it wasn’t bad.
He had managed to keep his doors open in a city where barbecue joints outnumbered every other kind of restaurant by almost two to one. Somebody once said that Jacksonville was really South Georgia, and judging by culinary tastes, I had to concede the point.
I didn’t eat there a lot, especially since just looking at most of the entrees added a half pound where I didn’t want it going, but I had always liked the food since coming back from Paris and I thought Aline would welcome a taste of home.
Alexandre Auvray was about 50, tall and lean with dark hair turning a distinguished silver. Despite being the brains, heart and soul of the kitchen, he greeted guests in a tux so that every time you came in you felt like you attending a special event.
I didn’t think he’d remember, but he gave me a strange look as he took in the dark haired woman at my side and said, “Mr. Maitland, a pleasure to see you again. I believe...you were here last with. ”
I nodded.
“My wife. The tall blonde. She’s not my wife anymore. Let me introduce you to my friend, Aline des-Jardins.”