Adultery

"How long have we been hanging out?" He asked.

"Two, Two and half years?" She said reluctantly. 

They both went quiet and calculated the time between the first time they met and now. He was 31 and now he was 34. She was 39 at the time. 

"Eight years is a good number of years". She said. He agreed. 

They sat at the kitchen's breakfast nook, she's sipping a glass of kombucha and he was drinking a beer. He loved beer. He brewed beer at home and drank it after work. She found that she liked men who drank beer. He had grown his facial hair back so that he was looking the way she remembered again. He was very tall, with blond hair and blue eyes, the typical Swede look. She was admitting to herself that his good looks was what kept her in this relationship, for as long as she did. 

He was trying to start a family with his wife. And they had started fertility treatment. She asked him, "Are you still going to fuck me when you have a child?" He said, "Of course, that's the plan." 

"You know, children are over rated. You will miss me more. Your wife will pay less attention to you." She said it not to convince him but to convince herself. She had none of her own children, but she had two step children from her marriage to this man who was seven years older than she. That made the two men fifteen years apart, she calculated the gap between her lover and her husband in her head. 

The young man smiled and started to strip his clothes, then he was taking off her dress. She giggled and laughed. He positioned her on the top of coach, and started going down on her. She moaned.

With him, she climaxed easily and readily. It did take almost a year, but once she was able to do it, she did it every time, it took that long to get used to this man's body, and vise versa. 

Earlier this evening, the man showed her a park where it was often deserted at night. "We should go out there and fuck." He suggested.

"I'd like that." She concurred.

"When was the last time you fucked outside?" He asked her.

"In my twenties. I was twenty five. He lived in Telegraph Hill. We hiked the Coit Tower. I fucked him on the path going up the hill and then sucked him off." You always remembered the first of everything, apparently.

She made a mental note of future activities.

In her bedroom, the house where she lived alone sometimes, she turned off the overhead light and turned on the bedside lamp. He tried a few positions with her and kissed her non stop. 

Kissing was always a funny business. To some it was an expression of emotional connection, to many others, she and he included, it was a way to express lust, and intensity. When they had been together for as long as they did, sex was always good, but intensity was getting harder and harder to achieve. But at least, their sneaking around added the excitement.

Her roommate was out. She used her roommate's spare key to open the greenhouse patio. There laid a day bed where she was able to lay out, spread eagled, facing down, as he entered her again, this time, from behind.

An hour had passed. She climaxed and he did too, shortly after. 

They took out their calendar to see what's available to them. Hard to know, and he told her about his pending surgery. She would leave town just as he was out of the hospital. she apologized. He did not mind, he would need time to recover.

When it was all over, she was putting her knee high boots back on. He touched her toned legs and marveled at her calves. "Your calves are amazing. You have some athletic legs." He meant it as a compliment. She was always soft and feminine, but her exercise regiment had gained her muscles she did not know existed. She was always in shape, but in her middle age, she found men thought of her as athletic. She liked that term more, a lot more.

"I will see you soon." She said. He had to leave as well and she was feeling exhausted. it was only seven, but the day was getting shorter and the evening was getting longer. She thought that she was coming down with something as well and she needed to nap before heading home, to her husband, who's almost fifty, and his teenage kids.

On the way home she thought about how he answered yes to the question her posed earlier about whether or not he'd still want to have sex with her after his child was born. This was what happened with men who became addicted to her. She was always a good lay. She demanded very little and she supplied what they needed and did not get often from other women. She loved giving heads, hours on end, skillfully she gave heads. She let men be men and experiment with her. And she was kind, nice and comfortable with the gray area in life.

"Are you going to have sex with me after your child, children were born?" She asked.

"That's the plan. I still want that from you." He quickly answered before covering her lips with his kisses.

"I'd like that too. I like being the other woman. It's always more fun to be the person who's cheating, than to be cheated on." With that, she unzipped his pants and covered his erection with her mouth.