A Happy Accident

I could hear the grin in his voice. "You're in for a big surprise, sweetheart."

***

I spent the rest of the week going through my normal routine. Somehow I managed not to make any major errors at work, but I was beyond distracted. It felt as though my entire body was tense, waiting for Evan.

I couldn't sleep at night, and when I woke in the mornings, I was tired but on edge. In the shower, I sought relief by making myself come, but my satisfaction was only temporary. By the time I arrived home, I was overcome with the need for another orgasm.

When Saturday finally arrived, I showered and shaved my legs and underarms, but I didn't trim my pubic hair. I also skipped my usual ritual of applying makeup. After opting for a light moisturizer for my face, I dried my hair and decided to wear it down.

I chose a dark blue blouse and a pair of jeans. Evan seemed to prefer me looking natural, and I was willing to oblige him in any way I could.

I stopped at a store on the way to Evan's house so I could buy condoms. I hadn't done so in years, not since before Aaron's vasectomy. I felt self-conscious as I placed the box on the counter, but the young woman ringing me up didn't pay any attention to my purchase.

The drive to his house felt endless. The gravel road seemed to offer up several new potholes, and I drove slowly to avoid them, enjoying the feel of the sun on my skin. When I finally spotted Evan's driveway, I took note of the new mailbox and smiled.

After I parked my car beside his truck, I got out and headed toward his porch, trying to slow my breathing. I hadn't been this nervous since my wedding day over twenty years ago.

Evan opened his front door before I could knock. "Hello, beautiful," he said, grinning as he gave my body an appreciative glance.

I laughed and shook my head. "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, I guess."

"It sure is," he murmured. I wanted to hide behind my hair like a shy schoolgirl, but he didn't give me the chance. Instead, he grabbed my hand and drew me to him. "I can't wait another minute for you."

Evan led me into the house, closing the door behind us. His lips met mine, and I opened my mouth to him. He slipped his tongue inside, his hands buried in my hair, and I weakened, leaning against him to steady myself. His mouth, so hot and wet as it tasted mine, brought more pleasure than I could have imagined. How many times had I fantasized about him kissing me during the past week? And yet reality made my imagination pale in comparison.

"You're trembling," Evan said. His fingertips trailed over the ridge of my brow, my cheekbones and the line of my jaw, as if he were seeing me for the first time.

"I'm excited," I told him, "and a little scared, too."

Evan buried his face against my neck and licked my skin. I felt a brush of teeth and would have welcomed a nip from him, but he was gentle.

His palm slid down my back and then rested on my left buttock. He cupped my flesh and pressed my body against the length of him so I could feel his erection. "Feel what you do to me, Justine," he moaned. "I've been in this state almost constantly since I met you." I rested my forehead against his chest, trying to catch my breath. "Tell me you want me," he said.

"God, more than anything," I replied, feeling lightheaded as his hands explored my body, making a path from my hips and belly to my breasts.

I thought he would take me to his bedroom, but we didn't make it that far. He guided me to the living room sofa, its upholstery worn to a soft sheen. I didn't mind this room, with its curtains stirring in the breeze, the sunlight catching dust motes in the air. I would have fucked Evan on the hardwood floor if that was what he wanted.

All the windows were open, and a ceiling fan circulated the air. "Sorry about the heat," Evan said. "The house doesn't have air conditioning, and I'm normally comfortable with leaving the windows open, but it's warmer than usual today."

"It's fine," I assured him. "We're going to get sweaty anyway." I withdrew the box of condoms from my purse and held it up for him to see. "I hope this doesn't dampen the mood for you, but I'm not on the pill."

Evan laughed. "I bought some, too, so we are well stocked." He stood before me and hurriedly stripped out of his clothes.

I took a minute to drink in the sight of his naked body before unbuttoning my shirt. Evan sat down next to me, and his eyes grew hot as he stared at my breasts. I'd chosen a lacy black bra, and he lowered the straps down my arms.

Evan lifted my breasts from the bra, holding my flesh in his palms. I looked down at myself, trying to see my body the way he did.

He groaned and lowered his mouth to my right nipple. I cried out, running my hands through his hair and clasping him to me. His lips traveled to my left breast, sucking and nibbling it until I rocked my hips against him. "I want to see all of you," he told me, his voice urgent.

I couldn't look at him while I unhooked my bra, then kicked off my sandals and removed my jeans and panties. When I finally raised my head, I found him staring at the hair between my thighs with lust he didn't try to hide.

Evan eased me back against the sofa, and I moaned when he slipped a hand between my legs and coated his fingers with my juices. Then, as if my skin were a canvas, he used his glistening fingertips to stroke my nipples until I could smell my sex on those hard peaks of flesh. I gazed down as he took my right nipple in his mouth, still caressing my left.

"Your smell is driving me wild," Evan said. As he lapped at my nipples, I whispered his name, and when he licked his fingers, I felt my pussy contract. "Press your tits together," he urged. I gathered them in my hands and held them out to him like an offering.

He stood between my open legs and used the tip of his cock to tease my nipples. The feel of his silky flesh against my own skin made me cry out. "Oh fuck, Evan..." I watched his cock head stroke my breasts, leaving traces of pre-cum on them.

He knelt on the floor between my open thighs and parted the outer lips of my pussy. For a moment he only stared at that most intimate part of my body, his chest rising and falling with rapid breaths. Then he leaned forward.

His soft wet lips fluttered against my inner thighs, and I heard him inhale my scent. Evan didn't simply use his tongue to pleasure me. Instead, he pressed his face into my folds, moving his head so his skin was covered with my juices. No one, not even Aaron, had ever delved into my pussy with such abandon. I grasped Evan's hair, unable to look away from his face between my legs.

His tongue explored my inner lips. When his mouth circled around my clit, I shrieked and lifted my body several inches off the sofa.

Evan grinned and cupped my ass in his hands so he could hold me still. Then he thrust his tongue in and out of my opening, moaning as he tasted my fluids. "I could never get enough of this," he murmured, and then he went back to licking and sucking my clit. I writhed in his grip, but he held me firm.

When he looked up at me, his eyes revealed just how much he wanted me, and I came hard, grinding my pussy against his mouth. Evan's tongue showed me no mercy; even after I climaxed, he licked me, slower now as he coaxed several little aftershocks from my body, leaving me shaking.

He sat beside me on the sofa and kissed my mouth, and then it was my turn to kneel before him. My lips were just inches from his erection. "I've wanted to do this since I first saw your cock," I told him. He gave me a tender smile and brushed my hair back from my face.

I wrapped my hand around his cock and stroked slowly from base to tip. Evan's breath caught in his chest, and he held it for a long moment, then released a sigh as he watched me touch him.

I let a pool of saliva gather on my tongue and then coated his cock with it, licking slowly around the head, savoring the taste of him. My mouth watered even more, and spit escaped from my lips to slide down his shaft. I took a deep breath, exhaling as I lowered my lips, and inhaling again when I drew back.

"Oh god, Justine," Evan said, his voice stilted as though he had trouble getting out the words. "Let me taste you again."

I kept my lips wrapped around his thick cock as I reached between my legs. When my fingers found my clit, I released a moan, and then I offered him my wet fingers. He sucked them eagerly, and the pull of his mouth made my pussy gush even more. I bobbed my head up and down, relishing the feel of his cock growing stiffer between my lips.

"Wait, wait," he finally begged. "I'm about to come in your mouth, and I don't want to do that."

I raised my head and let him pull me back onto the sofa, where I sat next to him in silence as he removed a condom from its wrapper and sheathed his cock. Then he pressed his mouth to mine, slipping his tongue between my lips, and I could taste my own cunt in the kiss.

I grabbed him then, desperate and eager, and we fell back against the sofa. He lay on top of me, his weight feeling like shelter. I hooked my legs around his thighs. "Now, please. Fuck me, Evan," I pleaded.

He never looked away from my face as he took hold of his cock and got it wet with my juices. I reached between us and helped him guide his cock into my pussy, and we both cried out. My muscles immediately tightened around him, and he began moving slowly.

"You're really thick," I said through my teeth.

"Are you okay?" he asked, and I quickly nodded.

"I'm fine. You feel incredible," I assured him, and he grinned.

His thrusts were gentle at first, and I bit my lip, relaxing into the sensation of him filling me. When I clenched my pussy around his cock, he whimpered and began moving faster. I delighted in the slapping sound our bodies made as he drove himself into me, buried all the way to the hilt. "Harder," I gasped.

He lowered his mouth to mine. I drew my nails over the tender flesh of his buttocks, trying to pull him even deeper inside. Evan pounded into me, grunting and panting, and I savored the twinge of pain in my core. The force of his thrusts made the sofa slide across the floor.

"Evan," I cried helplessly, as if I were lost. "Evan..."

"Justine, come for me, baby," Evan begged. "Please. Let me see you come."

His voice, and his cock, which filled me completely, stretching my pussy, made my body obey. I screamed as the orgasm seized me. "Oh fuck, Evan! Oh my god!" I managed to shout before I was reduced to moaning, unable to form any more words.

I clung to his body as I writhed beneath him. Evan took hold of my hips and thrust even faster, pumping his cock into me and drawing out my climax. His muscles grew rigid under my palms, and he became still before thrusting a final time. With a long, low groan, he gave in to his own orgasm before he collapsed against me, and I held him in my arms.

"Oh Christ, Justine," he breathed.

I couldn't help but laugh. "I know, baby."

"Thank god for the condom," he said. "It felt so fucking good being inside you, I was afraid I wouldn't last, and then you would have been disappointed."

"You could never disappoint me." I lowered my head to kiss his hair. Even though I was spent and finally satisfied, Evan's hand moved to caress my nipple, and I eagerly leaned into his touch. We were slick with sweat. "I need a shower," I told him.

"I don't ever want to wash the smell of you off my skin," he said. Reluctantly he withdrew his cock from my tender opening, but he still rested his head against my left breast.

I heard his breathing grow deep and even, and I realized he'd fallen asleep. How many restless nights had he spent during the past week? I longed for sleep as well, but my eyes wouldn't stay closed. I was so happy, I couldn't stop smiling.

Evan stirred after a few minutes and lifted his head. "Christ, I'm such a typical guy, falling asleep after sex," he said.

I laughed and tousled his hair. "I like lying here with you." I wanted to stay there on that sofa with him forever, but my left leg had fallen asleep, and I shifted beneath him. He lifted his body from mine, and I immediately missed his weight.

I sat up and reached for my clothes. When I grabbed my panties from the floor, Evan rested his hand on my wrist. "Can I keep those?" he asked, and I gaped at him. "Please?"

"Evan, they're soaking wet, and they're... dirty." Even after all we'd just done, I still found myself blushing.

"More than hearing or sight or touch, the sense of smell is most closely associated with memory recall," he told me. "I want to breathe in your scent as I'm jerking off, so I can remember this afternoon even more clearly."

My face burned like I had a fever, but I handed him my underwear. He folded them carefully and placed them on the table beside the sofa.

I pulled on my jeans, still feeling naked without my panties. Evan's stare was heavy on me as I put on my bra and blouse. He didn't bother getting dressed, and I was secretly glad. I loved seeing all of his body. While I was busy straightening my clothes, he removed the condom and tossed it into the trash.

I looked around the living room, studying the paintings on the walls. They were beautiful, rich in color and texture—a still life, two portraits, and a landscape—but I knew he hadn't painted them. "This isn't your work," I said, gesturing to the paintings. Evan raised his eyebrows, surprised I was able to recognize his art. "Oh, come on," I told him. "I've been obsessed with you for the last week. You think I didn't go to your website to see your work?"

Evan laughed. "You're right—I didn't paint these. There are so many artists I admire, and I choose to display their work in the house. Painting doesn't come very naturally to me. If I didn't feel such a drive to do it, I doubt I would choose it even as a hobby, but it's like I have no choice. That being said, once I'm finished with a piece, I find I'm absolutely sick of looking at it, at least for a while."

He turned to me and pressed a hand to my face. "You're hot, sweetheart. I'll get you some water."

I waited for Evan as he went to the kitchen, and then he returned with a glass for me. "Thank you," I said, and took large swallows of the water, which was so cold it made my teeth ache.

"I don't want you to feel guilty about this," Evan suddenly said, and I was caught off guard at his ability to read me.

I couldn't look at him. "I'm just wondering what you must think of me. I'm married, and I only met you a week ago and here I am, fucking you. I hope you understand I've never done this before. Ever. But Aaron and I... sometimes it feels like we're husband and wife in name only."

"Then why do you stay?" Evan asked. "You're still young. You could get a divorce, start over. You deserve better, Justine."

I shook my head and sighed. "I've seen friends go through divorces, and the process always wrecks them, even if they swear to keep it amicable. No one ends up better off except the divorce lawyers." I stared down at the glass in my hands. "Aaron and I have been married over twenty years. I can't honestly say that I'm still in love with him, and I doubt he's in love with me, but we still care about each other. We have a son together."

Evan was quiet for several long moments as he sat next to me. "I understand that you have your reasons for staying with your husband, even if you lead separate lives," he finally said. "And honestly, I'm a temperamental bastard who does better living alone, so I won't try to convince you to leave him and come out here to stay with me. But I care for you, and I will always be here for you to use me as you see fit."

I couldn't help but laugh, and then I grew quiet. "This sounds like goodbye," I said.

Evan clasped my wrist. "Not unless you want it to be, and god, I hope that's not the case. Please don't misunderstand me, Justine. I will always want you, but I also need you to trust me and know that I'm not going to interfere with your life."

I blinked back tears as I leaned to kiss him. "Thank you," I whispered against his mouth.

"Can I call you again?" he asked, his voice pleading.

"Yes," I told him, touching his face. "If I don't answer right away..."

"Then I'll wait until you do," Evan said.

***

The fall season was spectacular that year, a welcome respite from the summer heat, but it didn't linger. I managed to see Evan several times during those months. We made the most of our hours together, learning each other's bodies the way we would a new language, discovering what excited us most. He became an expert at touching me just the right way to make me climax.

"I'm painting again," he revealed to me in mid-November. "Every day. And it doesn't feel like such a struggle now." His eyes were bright with excitement as we curled up together in his bed.

"So now that you've gotten me out of your system, you're able to paint?" I teased.

"Oh, I'll never get you out of my system," he assured me with a grin, "but you've certainly inspired me."

"You still haven't cashed my check," I reminded him.

"Hell no, I haven't cashed your check. You could run into a hundred of my mailboxes; just promise me you'll keep coming here."

I kissed his mouth and whispered, "I promise."

Winter elbowed its way into our area and dumped a foot of snow on the ground in early December. This weather trend continued in the weeks to follow, rendering the road to Evan's house impassable at times. I didn't dare risk going to see him.

One night in late January, Aaron and I were in bed. The lamp on the nightstand glowed, and I tried to concentrate on reading a novel, while he skimmed over some article on his phone about investing.

I found myself thinking of Evan, and I longed for him with such force, it was as if my body was addicted and now going through withdrawal. I was desperate for some kind of fix.

Setting the novel aside, I turned to Aaron, studying the graying hair at his temple. When I said his name, he looked at me expectantly. "I want to watch you touch yourself," I told him. "Right now."

He stared at me, uncomprehending. The investment article no longer held any interest for him. "Justine," he stammered. "What...?"

"You heard me. Take out your cock and stroke it for me."

Aaron's eyes widened. In all our years of marriage, he'd never once let me see him masturbate. "Wouldn't you rather just make love?" he asked.

"No," I said, growing impatient. "I've told you what I want."

Aaron placed his phone on the nightstand, along with his glasses. I could hear his breathing grow faster, but I couldn't tell if he was excited at all or only nervous. He tugged his boxers down around his thighs and took hold of his flaccid cock.

I propped myself up on an elbow and watched hungrily. "Show me what you do to make yourself come," I said.

Aaron gasped at my words. "Justine, I don't understand. What's gotten into you?"

I grinned at him. "It turns me on to see you do this. Don't you want to turn me on?"

"Of course." He used his free hand to brush a strand of hair from my face. "I, uh, need to get some lotion, okay?" I reached across him and retrieved the bottle of lotion from the nightstand. "You want to put it on for me?" he asked.

"No, I just want to watch you."

Aaron hesitated, then pumped a small amount of lotion into his palm and coated his semi-hard cock with it. A low groan escaped his parted lips. "I had no idea this sort of thing turns you on," he said.

I shrugged and focused on the rhythm he used to stroke. His fingers lingered over his cock head, massaging the sensitive skin. "You never asked."

"No, I guess I didn't." He swallowed hard. "Don't you want to touch yourself, too?"

"Not yet. You're getting me so fucking wet right now, though."