Stolen Moments, Part 2 of 2 MF Infidelity

     Over the next few days I found myself listening hard for every 
hint of gossip. There was plenty, but not much about Barbara. A few 
people had been out to the residence, but Barbara had greeted them 
fully clothed and fully business. Speculation there was beginning to 
die out. I listened, but didn't talk. I still had no clear idea of 
what happened between us. But the more I replayed it, the more I knew
it should stay private between me and Barbara and maybe that little 
kid's face I'd seen in the pool.  
     Julius was a different matter. He'd been in and out of town 
repeatedly, and the inner circle noted an increase in billing from 
some of his dummy companies. Some of the more pathetically righteous
wanted to expose the whole thing, but cooler heads prevailed. A move 
against Julius and the battery of attorneys he could afford was 
almost certain career suicide, regardless of what could or couldn't 
be proven.
     There was some talk about approaching Barbara directly, but a 
few cold facts quashed it. The Cor-Tec board had met only three weeks 
prior, reviewed his performance, and awarded him a massive bonus. 
Barbara chaired that board, and clearly had unshakable faith in her 
husband.
     The following Tuesday I got a call to go to the residence. I had
no idea what to expect, but I was tired of thinking about it. I'd do 
my work and that's all I'd expect to do. Whatever she had going or 
needed was her problem, and the further away I got from it, the better 
off I'd be. 
     Good decisions. Solid stuff. About time.
     When she opened the door, I was relieved to see her dressed in a 
jacket and skirt. I met her eyes with a clear conscious. 
     "Good morning, Barbara." I said in my best ostrich mode, 
"Shouldn't take long today."
     She smiled at me, somewhere between business and gracious. "Good
morning."
     She led me back to the study. "Would you like some coffee?" she 
asked.
     "Sure," I said. "Thanks."
     She left the room and I began pulling papers from my briefcase. 
When I had everything, I spent a few moments shuffling them on the 
desk, waiting for her to return with the coffee. Ten minutes went by. 
And ten more. I gave up on the coffee and started to work. 
     It must have been another twenty minutes before I heard a sound
behind me and turned around. Barbara stood there with a cup and saucer
in her hand. She'd done it again, watching me from behind until I 
noticed her.
     "Ah," I said, ignoring a small annoyance. "I'd about given up."
     "I had to brew it," she said. "It takes time."
     "Now you've done it, clod," I said to myself. "Insult the boss. 
Good idea."
     I put on my best apologetic smile, "Uh...I didn't mean it took 
too long...I just..."
     She smiled again. Amused. No fair. Bosses aren't supposed to 
smile while employees squirm. 
     "I know." she said. The smile stayed there while she put the 
saucer on my desk. "Enjoy. I'll come back later with a refill." 
     I watched her leave, and then watched the door she'd gone 
through. Minutes went by. Thoughts came and went, but they spoke too
softly to make sense of. Then a louder thought came. "Snap out of it,
dummy. Do your work." So I did.
     Another hour went by. The work was done and the coffee was cold. 
I sat there knowing it was time to leave, and knowing if I tried to 
find her, she might not even be in the house. I spread out the papers 
on the desk and spent more time than I needed to marking each 
signature blank with an x. But that was it. Nothing else to stall with.

     I rose from the desk and closed my briefcase. There'd been no 
sound from the pool, but I looked through the window anyhow. The water
was smooth, and the deck was dry. 
     "What the hell are you waiting for?" I asked myself. 
     A minute later my answer walked in the study door with a fresh 
cup of coffee. She was in the bikini again, with a towel over her 
arm, and nothing at all on top.
     She stood facing me, offered the cup with a small smile on her
face, and said, "More?"
     I can't tell you romance filled the room. I walked over to her,
took the cup and put it down. I felt like a robot, and she spoke like
one. "Would you like to make love to me?"
     "Barbara, I....I don't...." Those were all the words I could 
manage before her neck and cheeks flushed with embarrassment and her 
eyes fell to the floor. "No, please don't be embarrassed. You're a 
beautiful woman..."
     She looked up at me, first raising her head, and then her eyes.
Beautiful soft green eyes. "It's all right," she said.
     "No, it's not," I answered, and lost myself in those eyes, and
pressed my mouth to hers. The kiss was chaste at first, but hunger 
overcame me and I slid my hands around her waist, pulling her to me. 
Now I caressed her lips with mine, and her mouth opened to me.
     I can remember every moment of what followed. The memory of her
wonderful naked body is a treasure I keep alive in my head, filled 
with image, touch, sound and taste.
     She began willingly, but distant somehow.  I traced her lips 
with my tongue and then slid my mouth across her cheek to nuzzle and 
lick her ear. She responded, but without energy, loosening my tie 
and unbuttoning my shirt slowly, a vague look in her eyes. I found the 
hollow of her neck and sucked gently on the tender skin there. Her 
skin rose in a light scattering of goose bumps and her nipples began 
to harden. 
     As soon as my shirt and tee shirt were gone, I pressed her to me,
feeling the wonderful pressure of her breasts against my chest. Again
I found her neck and ears, licking, tasting, drawing stray wisps of 
her soft hair through my mouth. 
     I parted from her slightly to give my hand access, and began to
lift and fondle her breasts, thumbing her nipples until they grew 
hard, then pulling on them, listening with erotic villainy as she 
drew in air sharply at each gentle pull.
     A part of me knew she wasn't responding fully yet, but a far 
larger part didn't care. I slid my head down her chest kissing the 
soft smooth skin until my mouth reach the tip of her left breast. 
I circled it with my tongue and then began sucking gently while my 
right arm pressed her in close to me again. 
     Now as I licked and sucked each nipple, I felt her hand slide 
around my neck, squeezing my shoulders. The effect was startling. 
I'd been so busy worshipping her breasts, I had no idea how much I 
wanted her to respond. But as I felt her hands begin to caress me, 
my passion doubled, the hardness between my legs insistent now, 
demanding we both be naked. 
     I stepped back from her, unbuckled my trousers and slid out 
of my slacks and shorts. I kicked my shoes away and pressed myself 
to her again, my thumbs sliding under the waistband of her bikini.
As I pulled her bikini bottom down, I bent to slide my head down 
her chest and began kissing her stomach lower and lower until the 
bikini had fallen to the floor and my cheek nuzzled against her 
soft pubic hair. 
     I knelt on the carpeting, and held both of my hands up to her.
She put her hands in mine, and I drew her down with me, covering her
face with kisses while my hands caressed the small of her back, and 
then slid down to squeeze the mounds of her ass.
     Kneeling there on the carpet we kissed and stroked each other 
for a long time. At first I took the initiative, exploring the feel 
and taste of her, but soon the distant vagueness she'd shown earlier
ended, and her hands found my cock.  She began stroking it, gently
at first, her hand open and sliding easily, then harder as she closed
her fingers to feel the heat and pressure she'd aroused in me.
     I needed her then, but not before she was ready. I didn't know 
her as a lover, had no experience with the path her arousal might 
take, but I knew the taste of her, and wanted more. Guiding her 
with my hands, I lowered her to the floor. Her legs were parted only
slightly, but gave no resistance as I slid my hand between them and
stroked her moistening pussy. 
     Now as my hands pressed her legs wider, the sweet pink lips of
her pussy  were fully exposed. I paused a moment, my eyes hungry for
every detail, the delicate folds of skin, the elongated triangle of 
soft dark hair. 
     Leaning over her now I stroked and massaged her breasts with 
one hand while the fingers of the other found her clitoris and 
pressed in gentle circles around it. 
     Her eyes were clenched shut and she sucked her lips inward, 
then let out a gasp as I pressed in directly on her stiffening bud. 
I lowered my head between her legs and traced the full length her 
lips with my tongue. Her breathing grew heavier and more rapid, and
as I ran my tongue the length of her again, those sweet delicious 
lips opened, exposing the innermost flesh. 
     I slid my fingers inside, stroking her, feeling the need in both
of us, letting the pressure build until she took hold of my erection 
again and pulled me toward her in silent demand. I knelt and turned
to let her bring me between her legs, my fingers still pressing and
circling her clitoris. She lifted her head and looked down at us, my
cock in her hand, my fingers playing at her pussy lips, and I could
feel her body shudder with new arousal.
     "Come in me now," she said, "please now." I guided myself to her
as she thrust her pelvis forward, but I held back, teasing the swollen
lips of her vagina, stroking them with the head of my cock. Then 
slowly I pushed into her, resisting the impulse to thrust forward 
fully. Her hips rose to meet me and I trailed a hand down to slide
it between her ass cheeks, trailing a finger over her anus. 
     She thrust harder at my touch. Sensing her pleasure there, I 
lifted her higher and slid my cock down to stroke between those cheeks.
I squeezed and kneaded her ass while I held her, sliding my cock back
and forth across her anus, then thrust upward to drive the full length
 deep into her warm, wet
vagina. 
     She was near. I could feel it. I moved to hold her with one hand,
massaging her clit with the other, finding the nub with my fingers and
pressing back and forth against it, then circling, then pressing again.
     Her breath was ragged now, my fingers urgent against her, 
needing the release, needing her to explode with me. And then it came,
crushing and overwhelming us both. 
     With a great intake of breath, she cried out in a deep hard 
voice, "Yesss!  God, yesss! Hard, please hard in me!"
     After that everything was a blind thrashing of our bodies against
each other, demanding and finding release from a crushing need. I 
can't remember it ever lasting as long as it did with her....and when 
we finished, all I could do was collapse beside her, kissing her arms 
and stomach. 

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     We lay there together for a few minutes, our breath slowing. I 
found her fingers and traced them with my own. I turned to kiss her, 
but she rolled to her side away from me. 
     "Barbara?" I asked, propping myself up on one arm. "Are you okay?"

Silence. 
     Barbara?" I said again, and leaned over  to kiss her cheek. It 
was wet with tears. 
     "Barbara, what's wrong?" I asked.
     Despite the tears, he voice was firm. "It's just the orgasm. I do
that sometimes. Stupid." 
     Another long moment of silence passed, and then she spoke, her 
voice still quiet and controlled.
     "Please don't tell anyone."
     "I won't." 
     "But....don't hide it either. If people find out, then....they 
just find out."
     "What?"
     She didn't answer, still lying there, her face composed and her 
eyes staring into the distance. But the tears kept flowing.
     "If I did something..."
     "You haven't done anything. It isn't you." She wiped at the tears
with her forearm. "My Dad always said I was a spoiled brat. I guess 
I am."
     "I've seen spoiled. And you're not it."
     She turned to me then, and sat up, covering her breasts with her 
arm.
     "I haven't been very fair with you. I'm sorry. Do you know why I 
wore that stupid swim suit? I didn't want you to take off my clothes. 
I didn't want you to undress me. It seemed like too much. I thought I 
could .....just....do it. And that's all."
     And then I knew. But I asked her anyhow. "Why?"
     "Maybe if I loved Julius enough I could let it go, but I'm too 
god damn proud to be taken that way. So the spoiled brat in me said, 
"What can I take from him? How can he feel it? Everything he has is
 mine. Except this." 
     She stood now, wrapping a towel around her. "But you were so 
sweet...I enjoyed it way  too much." And she smiled for just a moment.
     I think I was flattered, but it was hard to tell. I had to ask, 
"Why me?"
     "I'm sorry. Please don't be insulted, but those first days....you 
know, with the oil, you were so wonderfully inept. There were others...
harder men. I could feel they wanted to take it from me. I couldn't 
have that. I needed someone I could give to ...steal for....hide it 
with."
     All right. So I wasn't flattered. 

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     It was time for me to go. We could both sense it. She watched me 
put my clothes on in silence. Nothing else to say or do, except one 
thing.  For the record, I'd counseled myself against saying it. She 
was calmer, her tears were down to a trickle and the door beckoned. 
Stupid.
     "Your husband's an asshole," I said. "Sorry." 
     Big mistake. I turned to go, but I'd opened it all up again and 
she couldn't leave it.
     "I know why he does it," she said from behind me. "He just needs
it  for himself. Just to say it belongs to him."
     I turned back. The tears were a flood now, her eyes red and 
swollen. 
     "You tell me what's right!" The control was gone. She was 
shouting at me, or maybe herself, her breath catching, her mouth 
twisted, slurring the words, "I just...Christ, why can't I do it 
right? I only ever wanted him to love me!!"
     That was all. Watching her stand there so absolutely alone while 
that jerk danced his ego, water streaming on her face....again.....
Jesus, that little kid, totally lost. Don't you dare trust, honey, 
don't you dare do it! And the anger boiled up in me and spewed out, 
"Where the hell is he?"
     "No!" 
     "Never mind. I think I know." 
     And I was gone. I think I even slammed the door.

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     Fifteen seething minutes to the office, another five to find him 
in the third floor conference room. I wanted my fist deep in his 
asshole face, but a shrimp tray with a bowl of hot sauce came to hand
first. I picked it up, palmed it upward like a waiter, pushed three 
very important clients out of the way and smashed it square in his
face.