Adultery When We Were Married by DanielQSteele1

[Ramesh_Rocky]

“Hi, Dad.”

“Hi, BJ. What’s happening?”
“Look Dad, I know you said you didn’t want to do anything for your birthday, but Kelly and Mom and I were talking. We would really like to take you out Saturday night for your birthday. Just a quiet dinner at a restaurant. A couple of hours. How about it?”
“BJ, I do thank you and your sister....and your mother...but I’m in the middle of two really big cases right now. You know how it is when I get a hot one. I don’t have the time to see or talk to anyone. I promise you that in two weeks—say Mid-September—I’ll make the arrangements and we’ll do something nice.”
“But you’re going to be working until all hours Saturday night?”
“Probably, and if not, I’ll be at my condo sleeping. Running like this is really taking it out of me. I’ll probably just go to bed very early. I’d be rotten company. Come on, the birthday will be appreciated more in a couple of weeks when I come up for air. Please, do it that way for me, okay?”
“Okay, I’ll pass it on to Kelly and Mom. But it’s a promise that in two weeks
—no later—we’ll go out for your birthday. Right?” “I promise.”
It was past five thirty and I was in the middle of three phone calls when Susie buzzed me and I put everybody on hold.
“That lady is on the phone again.”
“Oh....I’ll take it. Aline, I’m sorry. I just realized it’s almost 6 p.m. I never meant—but shit. I said I wasn’t going to say those words again. Give me 15 minutes to clear up and I’ll be out of here. I’ll meet you back at condo.”
“It’s okay, Bill. I know how it goes. You think that’s the first time I’ve ever heard those words. I’m back at the condo. I went out looking around today. That will give me time to shower and get naked for you.”
I tried. I honestly tried. But it was 7 p.m. before I managed to get out the door. And it was nearly 7:30 before I walked in the door. I could have called her on the condo phone, but I wanted to be looking into her eyes when I apologized. No one could be that stupid on a continuing basis.
She really was naked, a symphony in pink and red and black as I walked in the door. Five minutes later I was inside her. Fifteen minutes later I was lying next to her while we talked about where we’d go and eat. Thirty minutes later I opened my eyes and realized I was lying in bed and her head was nestled in my groin and I felt very good down there.
“Oh, God Aline, I’m such a shit. I fell asleep on you. I really am a hundred years old. But you don’t have-“
“Shut up,” and she went back to sucking and licking. I wouldn’t have thought I had it in me but in about five minutes I was bucking upward while she tried to


stay with me. And she did. I lay back and debated sticking myself with an ink pen to keep my eyes open.
Then she was lying with her head nestled against my shoulder. “You deserve so much better than me.”
“You’re no spring chicken,” she said with a small giggle. “An old man needs his rest. And you were up very late last night and I kept you very busy.”
I pulled her mouth up to mine and kissed her for a little while.
“Not that old, I hope. You want to go out now? We can still grab a bite.
Maybe hit a club. And then come back for  ”
Her face was buried against me as she whispered, “You’re not an old man. But you’re human. I kept you up almost all night working very hard at making me cum, over and over. And then you got up and went for a workout. And if I know you, you’ve been busy every minute of this day on things that are life and death to a lot of people.
“And you’re trying to meet those obligations and still be a true lover to a woman who shows up with no warning on your doorstep. You are a very strong man. And you just screwed me—as you Americans say, I think—cross-eyed and then I got you to come in my mouth one more time.”
She literally climbed up me until we were eye to eye again.
“I’d rather be lying here next to you, listening to you breath, than eating in any restaurant and dancing in any club. You don’t have to entertain me. I came here to be with you, not to be entertained. Understand.”
“Understand. Yes ma’am.”
“Now go to sleep. You need your rest. And I believe we’ve got a birthday to celebrate Saturday. I need you rested for that, because I intend to celebrate you straight into the ground on your birthday.”
I don’t remember anything else. Not until four a.m. by the alarm clock. I found myself awake and rolling over onto her naked body. Somehow I was hard and when I slid between her legs she was already wet and welcoming. She came awake slowly as I slid into and out of her warm, liquid center. I felt and smelled and tasted the femaleness of her body and skin, then held the globes of her ass in my hands as I pushed deeper and deeper into her.
I think she came, shuddering against me and I came without much force inside her. Then I slid down beside her and we both drifted off into sleep again. And I remember thinking that this was what I wanted.
It was married sex. Easy, undramatic sex. No dining and dancing and getting a woman drunk until you got into that pussy and rammed it hard while the woman under you screamed. There was no conquest.
Just two bodies naked and comfortable together, drifting into and out of sleep. How much more boring and middle aged could that be. But I realized it

was what I needed. What I wanted. Before it had gotten bad, it was what I had had with Debbie. And I hadn’t realized until this moment how badly I missed it.

And then I was asleep again.