When Barry came home that night, Jill was extra solicitous. She felt as if he must know what had happened. She was waiting for him to say, what happened today, honey? You look different somehow. But he didn't notice a thing. He was busy telling her a long and, to her, boring story about some case he was working on. And when they went up to bed and he snuggled in beside her, she was afraid again that he would notice, sense that she had been with another man. Of course she had showered; a long hot shower with lots of soap, but still she was afraid somehow the man had left his scent, some kind of mark on her that would give her away.
Barry didn't notice a thing as he climbed on her. His cock entering her reminded her of Ken, and her body responded despite her worry. This time she didn't have to fake her orgasm, though poor Barry didn't know the difference anyway. He was asleep before she even reached over to turn off the lamp by the bed. She lay in the dark, eyes open, for a long time after that.
She wouldn't call him again. No way. It was a one-time fluke. An aberration. He must have caught her at an especially weak moment. As she lay by the pool, working on her already perfect tan, she let the book she was reading fall to the ground. The sun was warm on her body, but she felt too drowsy to even slip into the pool for a cooling swim. She had tried not to think of Ken; to busy herself with cooking and shopping and working out so she wouldn't dwell on the stranger who had come into her house and fucked her and then disappeared. She had sworn she wouldn't call, but she was half hoping somehow that he would call her. It had been a week and she hadn't heard a word. Maybe he was a one-time kind of guy and she'd never see him again. But he had made that comment about house calls. Call me anytime ... No, she wouldn't.
But somehow her fingers were punching in the number she hadn't meant to memorize. And Ken was on his way. Before he could even ring the bell, she pulled the door open. She was ready to make a speech—she didn't know why she had called him. She must have been temporarily insane; he would just have to leave. She was a married woman. But then she saw his face, his dark eyes intense, his smile lazy and laden with sex. Her words died as his mouth found hers while he kicked the door shut.
After that, she stopped making excuses. They rarely spoke; they just fucked. Any and every which way, in every room of the house, they had sex. He didn't ask her permission for anything and he took just what he wanted. He even fucked her in the ass, something Barry had never asked her to do. She didn't mind it, even kind of liked it because it was so taboo, so very naughty.
They were on the kitchen floor, and Ken's cock was rammed up Jill's ass. She was still wearing her sundress. This time he hadn't bothered to remove it. He'd just pointed to the ground, and when she was kneeling, he'd flipped up the dress, pulled down her panties, and entered her ass after he had her suck his cock to make it wet. That's how Barry found them when he came in through the backdoor, having forgotten some important papers in his study that he needed for a court appearance that afternoon. He had thought he would surprise his wife, and maybe make love to her before returning to work. He was excited at the prospect.
Now he just stood there, staring, his mouth open, while some strange man fucked his wife from behind on his kitchen floor. Time seemed to gel and freeze into this one horrible moment. Then his mind clicked back on and he thought, Rape! She was being raped! He had to save her. “What the fuck!” he exploded, coming fully into the room, the screen door slamming behind him. Ken leaped up, zipping his pants as he did so, tucking his shirt into his pants.
Jill had jumped up as well, hugging herself and crying out, “Oh, my God!” leaving no doubt in Barry's mind that this was no rape. This was consensual. Before he could yell for Ken to get the fuck out of his house, Ken was gone. Jill was gulping, breathing in little panicked gasps. What would happen now? Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. Barry had crumpled into a chair, his head in his hands. Jill wanted to comfort him, but she was afraid to touch him. She sat near him at the table and burst into tears.
"Oh, Barry! God, I'm so sorry. It was so stupid. It was just something that happened. I—"
"Stop. I don't want to hear it right now. Just be quiet. I can't think. Just shut up.” She did, putting her hand over her mouth, tears spilling over her cheeks. After a few moments he said, his voice tired, “How long, Jill?"
"What?” she said, stalling for time.
"How long have you been having an affair?"
"Oh, Barry! It isn't an affair. Please, I don't know what happened. A one time thing. It will never happen again. Oh, honey, I'm so sorry. Oh, please forgive me.” She was sobbing now, her world crashing in around her. She tried to put her arms around him, but Barry shrugged her off.
"No. Don't touch me. Just give me some space here. I need to think. I have to go to court right now. I don't have time for this. How could you do this to me, Jill?” He didn't expect an answer, wouldn't listen when she tried to explain. He stood up and said, “Look, I have to get some papers and I'll see you tonight. We can talk then. Stop crying. Stop. I'll see you tonight.” And he was gone.
It took a few weeks, but Barry actually forgave her. She was so truly contrite and sorry, swearing that it would never happen again, and she really meant it. A little wild sex wasn't worth losing a marriage! Sex with Barry had settled back into its usual dull routine. The first week after he had caught her, it had been exciting. Because he was so needy, so aware of having almost lost her, and she felt the same for him, they brought a certain desperation to their lovemaking that masqueraded as passion. But as he became complacent, he relaxed, and she began to make grocery lists in her head again, or daydream while he made love to her body.
Still, no more Ken. She wasn't going down that road again. She did think about him though. About the wild sex they had, and how alive she felt when she was with him. If she'd known that was out there before she married Barry, she might have thought twice before so readily accepting his proposal. Her fingers would idle down to her pussy while she was lying by the pool, alone, sipping a glass of wine. She would make herself come with visions of Ken, his cock buried in her pussy or her ass, his strong arms keeping her from getting away...
To channel this excess sexual energy, Jill started working out more at the club. She joined a cycling class taught by Andrew, a cute young guy who was really built. One day after class Andrew called to her, “Jill. Could you stay after for a second?” Jill nodded, still sitting on her cycle as the other people filed out of the class, heading off to shower or swim.
"Thanks. I just wanted to say I really like your style on the bike. You have excellent stamina and great form."
"Wow. Thanks. I enjoy it. It relaxes me.” She flushed with pleasure at his compliment.
"I was wondering, we have an opening for a teacher for cycling in the afternoons, on Mondays and Wednesdays. Mandy's taking a leave of absence to travel and we have a spot to fill. Any way you'd be interested in teaching the class?"
"Me? Teach?” She started to say no automatically, that she couldn't possibly. But then she thought, why not? It would be fun.
Before she could say yes or no he hurried on. “It'd just be for a few months, and your membership fee would be waived, and we can pay you a small stipend. It isn't much but—"
"I'll do it."
"You will? That's great!” Andrew grinned at her, and it made him look like a 12 year old boy. A very handsome 12 year old boy.
"How old are you?” Jill blurted without thinking.
"What? Oh, I'm 22, why?"
"I don't know. You look so young!"
"Well, you aren't much older, are you?"
"Not much,” she laughed, feeling rather ancient suddenly at her ripe old age of 26.
"Well,” he said, his expression quizzical, “could you start on Monday? We can meet when you have time to go over the routines and stuff. It's really easy; you won't have any trouble."
"It's a deal."
She hadn't meant to do it. She had been sincere when she promised Barry never again. But something about Andrew intrigued her. He didn't come on to her the way most guys seemed to. He was all business when he was training her for the class. He didn't respond to her little flirtations. Somehow this seemed to challenge her, and she stepped up the charm. Was she too old for this guy? Was that the deal? Never a very secure person, despite her beauty, Jill felt he was rejecting her.
In point of fact, he would never have responded to flirtations from a member of the club, no matter how gorgeous or available. He'd had plenty of opportunity as rich idle women selected him as their personal trainers, and then dressed to kill, posing suggestively as they did their workouts in front of him. Usually he ignored it, or was mildly amused, occasionally flattered. But he liked his job too much to risk it, and company policy was very clear about dating the members.
He did sometimes date staff, but Jill was still off limits. And the rings on her finger spoke clearly of her status as a married woman, and therefore taken. He accepted her invitation to lunch, however, because she was so sweet, and she had helped him out of the scheduling jam with the cycling class.
They met at a little Italian place, and over wine she became overtly flirtatious. Andrew was having a very hard time resisting this lovely woman. Being off his home turf of the club, he had lost his bearings somewhat. He decided to confront her on it. “What exactly are we doing here, Jill?"
Jill looked flustered and had the grace to blush. “Whatever do you mean?” she managed, eyes wide and innocent.
"Well,” Andrew said, “unless I'm totally misreading you, you seem interested in me. As more than a friend. But I know you're married, and I don't know what's going on."
Jill was hiding her face in her hands. She was mortified! God, she was so obvious. What was wrong with her! Here she was going after this kid! Why? Because he didn't slobber all over her, and that was a challenge? It was so embarrassing. She looked up and said, “I'm so stupid. I hope you can forgive me. I don't know what I think I'm doing. I don't think I'm thinking very clearly. I'm really sorry if I've offended you."
His heart melted. “It's ok. Really. I'd love to have an affair with you. God, who wouldn't. It's just you're a member of the club and—"
"An affair! I wasn't looking to have an affair!” She felt affronted, righteous even, but a part of her knew he was dead on the money. She
was
looking again, feeling needy, deprived by her lack of sexual connection with Barry. It was like a drug. Ken had opened something in her she didn't know existed, and now she was looking for it on the sly. Not even admitting to herself that she was after that thrill again.
Andrew was slightly annoyed. He knew he hadn't been misreading her. Now she was just defending herself, backtracking to keep from being humiliated. “No hard feelings,” he said, smiling. “I must have misread your cues.” But he knew he hadn't. He was going to test this girl out, see if she was thinking with her head or her pussy. “Hey, I have the afternoon off; what say we go back to my place? I have some neat new equipment I'd love to show you. Not many people appreciate the finer distinctions of a really good stationary cycle."
Jill thought of the otherwise long afternoon at home alone and said, “Sure, why not?"
After they climbed several flights of stairs, Andrew unlocked the door, opening it to a loft—one large room with concrete walls and floors, half of which contained exercise equipment to rival any gym. He bowed slightly, smiling toward Jill, gesturing her in. The other half of the room contained stereo equipment and a double bed covered with a hand stitched quilt. There was a small kitchenette and an even smaller bathroom. The room was saved by a large window that ran the length of one entire wall, letting in lots of sunlight and a beautiful view of trees and a well tended garden below.
"This is great,” Jill said, swirling around as she took it in. “And your equipment, wow!” Andrew showed her his exercise equipment, puffing up proudly over his new Z2010 Nautilus Aerobicycle. As she bent over to examine it, he lightly circled her with his arms. She twisted around to face him, her heart beating with excitement. She didn't care if she had promised Barry to be good. What would it matter, anyway? One little fling with this guy, that's all it was. It wasn't an affair, for heaven's sake! Just scratching an itch. It had been over a month since she'd seen Ken. She had never heard from him again once Barry had discovered him, nor had she tried to call him.
But Andrew was so young, so fresh. His body was hard and well-muscled. She wanted to feel that body against hers. She leaned in, closing her eyes, waiting for a kiss. When there was none forthcoming, she opened her eyes, pulling away from his embrace.
Smiling, acting unaware of the sexual tension between them, Andrew said, “Would you like to see my new free weights? You could try them out if you want.” Embarrassed that he hadn't kissed her, but feeling grateful for the out, Jill nodded. In the corner of the room hundreds of pounds of steel lay waiting to be lifted. Andrew had Jill lie on the bench, on her back. He stood over her and handed her a pair of small weights that he had her raise and lower a number of times. He handed her a heavier set.
"Now, Jill. I want you to hold the weights just like that, yes. A little higher. Good. Now don't move. You might get hurt if you drop those weights.” All of the sudden his hands were on her stomach, moving in slow, sexy swirls across her midriff. She gasped at the unexpected touch, but had to admit it felt wonderful. Then his hands slid slowly upward, till they found her breasts. His fingers were relentless as they slid under the fabric of her bra, pushing it up so that her breasts were exposed to his probing fingers.
She was still holding up the weights, though her arms were getting tired now. His fingers rolled her now rock-hard nipples in a tight grasp, till she moaned with pleasure. Smiling, he leaned forward and gently took the weights from her hands. Her arms fell limply to her sides, the muscles spent from her exertion.