Chapter 3

Robert:

I hang up the phone and sigh. Two and a half hours to drive, yet. Lilith tries to be understanding, but underneath she sounds pissed. I will undoubtedly have to pay for this. It was bad enough that I had to snub her sexual advances before work this morning. She is always coming on to me at the most inappropriate times. She could see that I was running late. I hate to be late for work, especially if we are starting our workday with a meeting.

If I had known that my boss would choose to cancel the meeting that was planned for first thing this morning, that would have made a difference. Now he is asking me to go to Concord tonight. I would not have had to be in promptly this morning. When I make love, it should be a slow and sensuous affair, not a rushed ‘wham, bam, thank you ma’am’. Two or three nights ago, I wanted sex and she was too tired. Most of the time when I want sex, she is either tired or has a headache, or ‘on the rag’, or PMS cramps or something. Too often she is just not in the mood for sex. Our marriage feels like it is getting stale. She is just not as passionate when we make love as she used to be. Is that what happens when you have a couple of kids, a mortgage and are approaching middle age?

Lilith is in great shape, thanks to her Tai Chi and Yoga, but her body is not as supple as it used to be. The skin on her back and buttocks has gotten thicker and harder and brings to mind the feel of old rawhide. Her breasts have changed, too. They are flatter and her areolas have grown larger than they were when we were first married. Even her pussy has changed. It’s not as tight as it used to be, probably due to having passed two children through it. But it has grown flatter and is not shaped as nice. Her toenails sometimes poke me when we are in bed together. It helps just to focus on work and not to mourn what is lost. There is no going back.

Susan, one of my associates, is complicating matters. She is recently divorced and ten years younger than Lilith. She is flirting with me and she even says that she thinks I am attractive. She calls me “the silver fox.” I am not looking for an affair, and it is not a good idea to get involved with someone from work, anyway. Things inevitably get messy. I have to admit, though, that it feels pretty good to know that I still have it and that even younger women want to be with me. At a weak moment I briefly wondered what it would be like to be with Susan. She is younger, so I bet her skin is buttery smooth to the touch. What would it be like to put my dick into her and fill her pussy with my warm cum? Oh, and did I mention, she has really nice tits? Please don’t judge me. I mean what do you expect? Still, it’s a bad idea.

Susan is going to the meeting in Concord too. She even asked to ride with me, but that would not be smart. From a practical aspect, it does make sense to car pool. I was inclined to do it and not say anything to anyone else. It was hard to come up with a compelling excuse to Susan for why it would not work. Telling her the truth would never work; That I did not trust myself to keep my dick in my pants. In the end I told her that there was not enough room in my two seater sports car with all the presentation materials that I have to bring along. Truth is that my presentation materials would fit behind the seat, but I don’t trust myself to be alone with her. Sometimes my dick just wants what it wants.

In my wildest fantasies, I wonder what it might be like to get it on with two women. It might be fun to have a three-way with Lilith and Susan. As jealous and possessive as Lilith is, I can’t see that happening. We are not that adventurous. It is fun to think about though. We need something to spice up our marriage. Being more realistic, maybe Susan can hook up with Stanley. He is single and lives in Concord, so not as entangled with her in the workplace. They would make a cute couple. An image comes to mind; Susan and Stanley in bed, banging like there is no tomorrow.

Lilith:

In no hurry to get back to an empty house, I drift through the darkened streets, full of nervous energy. Turning down the street where Mark, the security guard lives, I decide to cruise past just out of curiosity. He has been eye fucking me for weeks, and lately I have been teasing back, with great satisfaction. Spotting his house, I see his old beat-up pickup, sitting in the driveway, but I don’t see his wife’s white Lexus. She’s a nurse and sometimes works nights at the hospital. It looks like there is a light on in the front room. They don’t have any kids, so that probably means that Mark is home alone. Turning around in a cul-de-sac, I can’t help speculating what he is up to. Maybe watching TV? Or eating dinner alone? Or maybe he is thinking of me in my sundress and our little teasing game. Maybe he is fantasizing about me and wanking off.