DOCKSIDE
We didn't get home from the club until after two in the morning and I was sort oflooking forward to a simple quickie and a good night's sleep but I could see that Jeannie had something on her mind when she got into bed and sat up against the headboard. I'd been married to her long enough to realize I'd get neither quickie nor sleep until she had told me all about whatever it was.
"Honey," She began, "I had quite a chat with Stella tonight - while you and the boys were looking over Norman's new sloop."
"It did take you quite a while." I commented. "What was on her hummingbird mind?"
"That wasn't nice." Jeannie gave me a playful slap on the shoulder.
"I apologize." I conceded. "Stella is a wonderful person, built like Venus and with a pair of jugs that drive men wild. She merits my most reverent adoration. What was on her hummingbird mind?"
Jeannie laughed. "She's been having an affair."
That got my attention. "Not Stella? Who with?"
"She wouldn't say. It wouldn't be you, would it?"
"I should be so lucky." I mumbled.
She slapped me again - a little harder this time. "You might be sleeping in the guest room tonight."
"Ok OK, so Stella's been getting a little on the side. Why was she telling you about it?"
"Because I'm her friend and she just had to tell someone."
"Yeah, well good for her. I'm glad that all that pulchritude isn't being wasted on just Norman but why are you telling me? I thought girl secrets are supposed to be secrets."
"Well, that isn't all of it." Jeannie was quiet for a moment. "She's afraid that Norman might find out."
"That's always part of the game isn't it?"
"Well, yes, but Stella has this twisted idea that if she could get Norman into bed with some..."
I didn't hear the rest of what Jeannie was saying. A dim bulb went on in my sleepy head. Jeannie had never concealed the fact that she and Norman had been considered an item during senior year at high school They'd broken up when he got a football scholarship at State and wound up marrying the most voluptuous cheer leader, Stella.
"I get it." I interrupted. "Stella figures that if you could be talked into considering a temporary renewal of an old affair, she can feel safe in indulging in a new one?"
"That's about it." Jeannie nodded her head a few times. "The damn thing is, I didn't immediately say 'no way'. I don't understand myself."
I sat up against the headboard beside her. "Honey, it's simple. You and Norman had some great times together. If I read it right, he was your first and it's right that you should always remember those times with affection and if you feel that a revisit to old ecstasies would add value to your life, go for it."
The smile Jeannie gave me more than paid for my hypocrisy. "Darling, I still don't know but I love you for saying that." We both knew she was lying through her teeth about the 'still don't know' part.
I was any longer in the mood for a quickie so I kissed her sweetly and crawled back under the sheets.
I awoke in mid morning with a glorious erection which I joyfully shared with my mate. As we lay in the afterglow, gathering each other's delicious sweat with our tongues, I raised my head from between her still-trembling thighs and announced "Honey, I have one condition. You must first find out with whom Stella is sharing those marvelous yumyums."
Jeannie grabbed me by the hair and pulled my face up level with hers. She looked quizzically into my eyes for a moment and then smiled. "You hate loose ends don't you?"
"Well, yes." I said. "Stella is of the type who would consider it undignified for a married lady to take up with a single man so while she is entertaining her paramour and you are busy reliving adolescence, there is some desolate damsel out there deserving of some small measure of consolation."
Jeannie pursed her lips cynically. "To supply which, you would generously sacrifice your poor self? - Well lover, while I am weighing Stella's proposition, I will take that into consideration. Just bear in mind that one way or the other, the resolution of my dilemma has just been simplified."
We both laughed and I ducked down beneath the sheets again.
Wednesday morning, as I was leaving for the office, Jeannie kissed me goodbye and smiled as she said "Don Adams".
My heart sank. Don Adams is a man's idea of what a woman would consider a 'hunk' - six- one, hundred seventy pounds, long blond hair, perennial club tennis champ - I should have guessed him as Stella's choice for a fling. Ruth Adams however is not what you would expect.. I wouldn't call her exactly 'mousey', just colorless - small but not petite, wide hips, small mouth, long straight black hair. I couldn't remember if she has a bosom; I had never looked. If she weren't heiress to a micro brewery, it would be a mystery how she landed Don.
Oh well, a deal is a deal even if only implicit. At noon I managed to just run into Don and over a martini, maneuvered him into inviting me and Jeannie to sit at their table at the Saturday club dinner. I accepted gracefully and innocently suggested we include Stella and Norman. Don quite smoothly agreed.
Saturday evening we had a table for six and I took the chair next to Ruth, placing Stella beside Don and Jeannie between me and Norman. I slipped Eric, the steward, a ten spot to see that the wine glasses were kept topped up and by the time dishes were cleared and the orchestra set up, we had a rather merry party under way. Jeannie boldly led Norman onto the floor so I turned to Ruth and asked if she would care to dance. She said she was not much of a dancer and would prefer to wait for something less energetic than the Samba the orchestra was playing. Stella and Don were already out there stuck together by the suggestive music. Ruth and I sat quietly and watched them for a while.
In an attempt to establish communication I broke the silence. "That dance is definitely erotic , isn't it? It's almost as if they are in bed together."
"No it isn't." Ruth's flat statement caught me off balance.
"You don't find the Samba to be erotic?"
"Oh the Samba is almost pornographic." Ruth uttered a cold laugh. "It's just not Don in bed."
"Excuse me if I touched a nerve." I flustered.
Ruth ignored my apology. "Don is completely self centered when it comes to sex. He doesn't know how to 'make love'. Any woman in bed with him is expected to screw him and gets nothing in return. I used to think it was my fault but I've demeaned myself by searching out and talking to some of his many women and they tell me the same thing."
I couldn't think of anything to say and she turned to me and smiled. "Pardon me for the outbreak. It's none of your concern but your comment on the Samba just triggered the thought uppermost in my mind at the moment."
I took her hand, gave it a slight squeeze and immediately released it. "I know how that happens. My fault."
Ruth smiled again and from then on I no longer thought her to be plain. For one brief second I had glimpsed a very lonely lady - a tinderbox of frustration.
She shook her head. "Nobody's fault. It's life. As a young girl I had a fantasy that I was walking in a dark woods and was seized from behind by a dimly seen man who tore off my clothes and raped me on the soft bed of the forest. It would be mildly uncomfortable at first but ecstatically beautiful before he was through. I could achieve orgasm with that fantasy long before I lost my virginity. Then when I met Don I believed he was the man of my fantasy. I only wish I had tested that belief before I married him."
The Samba ended and the other couples returned to the table. Eric refilled the glasses and merriment resumed. I had the next dance with Ruth and then danced with Stella and managed a brief encounter with that pneumatic bosom. She's a tease who enjoys giving a man a hard-on in public and then laughing in his face. I'd love to rip her clothes off and rape her on the soft bed of the forest.
The after-dinner crowd was beginning to arrive and the dance floor was getting crowded but I asked Ruth for another dance and we moved out to the soft strains of a waltz. A rowdy group of dancers crowded us off the dance floor into the bar area and we gave up.
"A drink?" I suggested.
"No thanks. A breath of fresh air would be welcome though."
We exited through the patio and walked slowly down the docks. There was a loud party going on in Dave O'Brion's big Egg Harbor and soft rhythmic thumping could be heard coming from Fred Thompson's thirty foot sloop. Ruth put her hand in mine and we continued down past the dimly lit docks. At the end we paused under the fantail of the commodore's big sixty five footer. I slipped my arm around her and she turned up her face for a kiss. I placed my free hand gently around her throat and in mock ferocity hissed. "If you cry out, I will strangle you and throw your body to the sharks. Do you understand?"
Ruth's eyes were wide with surprise but she nodded silently as she reached down to gather her dress up under her armpits. I eased off her panties and took her down onto the long fiberglass dock box. My trousers were around my knees and she just stared wide-eyed and silently into my face as I drove into her. I paused for a moment, enjoying that exquisite ecstacy of full immersion before beginning the slow strong strokes. Ruth's eyes half closed and her mouth opened as she began to respond. I slid both hands down around her thighs to hike her knees up a little and began a soft massage of the lips and nerve centers as I continued the deep invasion of her receptive body. From the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of her panties slowly sinking in the salt water.
In less than a minute she began gently coming to me, murmuring soft mewing sounds.
Suddenly her eyes opened and I turned my head to see what had startled her. Standing on the fantail of the big boat, looking down at us, stood a silent couple, arm in arm, each with a drink in the free hand.
Ruth giggled and the spell was broken but we gave the silent spectators a good show. We had the dock rocking and the mooring lines creaking when finally it became obvious that I was blowing my full wad and our silent audience placed their drinks on the rail to give us a big hand.
We stood up, took a bow and ran laughing back to the clubhouse. On the way back up the dock, Ruth kept saying "Oh dear." and when we arrived at the clubhouse, she said, "I really must get to the ladies' room. You're leaking all down the inside of my thighs."
I ambled back to the table with a fresh drink in my hand to find Don and Norman the only occupants. "What happened to our ladies?" I asked innocently.
"They've all gone to do whatever it is ladies do in the ladies' room." Norman replied. "Where have you been?"
"I just went down the docks to get some air and a look at Dave's new boat."
Later, as I climbed into bed, I gave Jeannie a brief kiss and innocently asked, "Is Stella really having an affair with Don?"
She quickly turned toward me. "You've been talking to Ruth - and quite intimately if she's confided in you about Don."
"A little more than just talking." I confessed. "And yes, quite intimately."
"You silver tongued devil." Jeannie laughed.
"You made all that up just to compromise me and get a free pass to Norman?"
"No honey, you have that wrong. Let's just say that you owe me one; which, incidentally, I just might pick up at some later date; but you are a victim of a much more devious conspiracy. You guessed right about Stella. She has not been having an affair with Don. We made that up when we got the girly gossip about what a deadhead poor Ruth got stuck with. It just didn't seem fair - Ruth being such a plain Jane. A group of us girls got together and drew lots to see who would sacrifice their husband to a good cause. You lost."
"Oh, I wouldn't say that."