Deluxe Motel

Its very name was an oxymoron
thin towels and no velour robes
or chocolates on your pillow.
But it was clean, air conditioned
and Monday through Thursday
you could rent a room
for the afternoon for $ 40 cash
and no need to sign in.
Plus, it was just off the Interstate
on one of those strip mall
service roads that no one
ever knows the name of.

We'd meet there a couple times
a month to fuck our brains out.
Sue was definitely the most
orgasmic woman, I ever met.
Once for her birthday, I tried
to give her a big O for every year.
I stopped at 39, partially to be
polite, but also because my cock
was spent, my tongue and fingers
cramped and the vibe out of juice.
Usually, we'd break after an hour
for lunch and a beer at the diner,
then back to the room for
the repechage, a quick shower and
back to our married middle class lives.
Until one of us would text the other.

It got so my cock would twitch
when my cell buzzed in my pocket
in case it was her, rather than a
grocery list or kid's pickup schedule.

Perhaps it was "just" physical but
at the time it was enough.