But Hon It Was Only Sex

"Steve, Steve Moore," I replied. "Do you come here often?" I asked.

"Not really. I had a bad day at work, and decided to have a quiet one before I went home to the hubby and kids. Are you married?"

"Yes. For the moment," I told her.

"Your wife cheating?"

"Yup. I caught her trying someone new on for size," I told her. "After twenty- five years, I never would have expected it, I guess I was too naive."

"Sorry to say that it happens every day," Sue said while nursing her drink. "I caught my hubby with his pecker somewhere that it shouldn't have been, and almost threw him out. It took us a while to work through it, though. I made the bastard pay, but we finally came to an arrangement and have gone foreword."

"What did you do? Kick him out for a while?" I quizzed her.

"Something a whole lot better. I brought home lovers and had sex with them in our bed," she said in a cold matter of fact tone.

"I gave him a choice; suck it up or leave. At that point, I didn't care which. After a couple of weeks, he asked me to talk. Hell, he begged me on his knees to take him back. He said that if I gave him another chance, he would never stray again. To make a long story short, that was nine years ago, and to the best of my knowledge, he's been faithful ever since. However, he knows that if he screws up again, it's all over, but the crying. Well, I wish you the best of luck, and remember that, we are all human and we all make mistakes," Sue said while grabbing her purse. "Some mistakes you can forgive, and others are deal-breakers. Only you can decide which is which," she told me, as she turned and left.

"Interesting," I said while finishing the last of my beer. "I could really get into that kind of payback, but did I want to take it to that extreme?"

The next day, I flipped through the Yellow Pages until I came to Escorts. I found an ad that was on the small size, and gave the agency a call. "Lovely Lady Escorts," a girl on the other end answered. "How can we help you today?" she asked.

"Good morning," I replied. "I've got a couple of questions about your services," I told her.

"Have you ever used our agency before?"

"No I haven't," I replied.

"Can I get your name, address, and a phone number that, I can call you back on?"

"No problem," I said while giving her everything she had asked for.

"Someone will call you back shortly. Have a nice day," she said before hanging up.

Twenty minutes later, a man returned my call. "Good morning, Steve, sorry about the run-around, but we can't be too careful these days now can we? My name is Dan. What can I help you with today?"

"I'm looking for a girl between the ages of 28 and 40 who can satisfy my needs, if you know what I mean."

"White, Black, Hispanic, or any preference?" he asked.

"Not really. Just so she's good looking. I want to really piss my wife off," I said with a laugh.

"Looks like someone got caught with their hand in the cookie jar," he said with a snicker. "This happens a lot. Believe me." We set up a time and Dan said he would take care of the rest. "Don't worry. If your not completely satisfied, just let me know."

I was on pins and needles throughout dinner with Beth that night. At 7:30 someone rang the front doorbell. I let Beth answer it as I cleared the table. "Steve, there is a girl at the front door, and she says she's here to see you," Beth said with a puzzled look on her face.

"She's a bit early," I replied as I walked to the door.

"Hi Steve, I'm Kathy," she said as she held her hand out to me.

"My, my, my. You sure are a lovely, little, lady. Aren't you?" I said holding her hand and twirling her around. "Let's go somewhere, where we can get a lot more comfortable," I said while leading her up the stairs to my bedroom, as a shocked Beth looked on.

Kathy was about twenty-eight, and had what I would call the body of a sixteen year old. She was thin, had small, breasts, and a tiny, but firm ass. What she lacked in size, she made up in enthusiasm. To give you a quick blow-by-blow, she balled my eyes out. Within twenty minutes, she had given me the best blowjob, I'd ever had, and she was feverishly working on my dick to get it hard again. Thirty minutes later, she rode me, cowgirl style, until I got off for the second time. We took a shower together, and though try as she might, she couldn't get me up a third time. I paid her the agency fee, and gave her a $50.00 tip on top of that. She kissed me at the door and said to call her, if I felt the need again.

The same story played out twice more that week, with a big titted black girl, and a short, but plump, oriental sweetheart. Through it all, Beth said nothing. After the second time however, she refused to answer the door. The girls were nice, and took me to new sexual heights, though there was something missing.

"Morning, Dan," I began. "I need to discuss the girls that you're sending over," I told him.

"What's the matter Steve? Are they not doing it for you?"

"Hell, Dan. I think they could get a dead guy off, but I was expecting something a bit more. They don't watch the clock, but there's no personal connection, if you know what I mean."

"I think I know what you're looking for. It's called a girlfriend experience. Let me send over another lady tonight, and tell me tomorrow what you think," he told me. "I want to make sure that you're satisfied. After all, I've got a reputation to uphold. By the way, how is your better half holding up?" he asked with a laugh.

"She's not saying a word," I told him.

"Give it two to three more girls, and I can guarantee that she's going to want to talk with you; if for no other reason, to see where the two of you are going."

I thanked him and told him that I would call him in the morning. He was probably right. Beth was giving me the teary look, every time I took one of them to, what used to be our bedroom. I wasn't ready to talk to her just yet, but it would have to be soon. I couldn't keep this up forever. It was costing me a bundle.

"Right on time," I said to myself as I walked to the front door and opened it. There in front of me, had to be the most beautiful Hispanic women I had ever seen. I think I stood there staring at her for twenty seconds, before she spoke.

"I see from your expression that, you like what you see. Aren't you going to ask me in?"

"Excuse me. Of course, come right in. It's just that you're so beautiful," I said babbling like a high school kid.

"I'll take that as a compliment. My name is Ann, and you must be Steve," she said while holding out her hand. "Dan never said that you would be so good looking, too."

I think I blushed. Hell, I know I turned bright red.

"I brought us a bottle of wine for tonight. Do you have a corkscrew handy?" she asked.

We moved into the kitchen, and I found the corkscrew in our junk drawer. "You have a lovely home, Steve, did you decorate it yourself?" she asked.

"Yes, my wife and I did it ourselves," I replied before realizing what I had said.

Taking a small sip of her wine, she grabbed my hand and said; "Maybe we should take this somewhere a little bit more private."

I led her upstairs and closed the bedroom door. Ann surveyed the room and looked into the bathroom. "What do you say we take a quick shower, and get to know each other a bit better?" she asked while moving over to me and pressing her lips to mine.

We didn't screw. We made love, in a fashion. There was some kissing and a whole lot of caressing. She let me lead the way in the beginning, but took over when it came to the actual act. She wanted to be on top to, control the action. It was wonderful, and when I closed my eyes, I almost felt like I was with Beth, which made me sad.

Ann and I were together for almost two hours. We both knew when it was time for her to leave. She showered again, got dressed, and I walked her out to her car. We kissed, like parting lovers, and then she was gone. It was nice, but it wasn't Beth. As I walked in, I could see Beth looking out from behind the drapes.

"Dan, she was nice, but it still felt like I was screwing a hooker. A gorgeous hooker, but nonetheless a hooker," I told him.

"Steve let me make a call and get back to you. There is someone else I can offer, but she's an independent and calls all the shots." Thursday afternoon, he called me back.

"Are you available Saturday?" he asked.

"Yes. Why?" I asked.

"Her name is Sandy, and she has agreed to meet with you," he told me. "She has made dinner reservations at Anthony's for 8:00, and she will meet you in the bar at 7:30 sharp."

"What does she look like? How will I know her?" I asked.

"As I said, Sandy does it her way. She'll be carrying a flower, and she told me to tell you that, she'll be the best looking woman there."

"That's all?" I asked.

"That's it. The rest is up to you. Oh, by the way. She's about $200.00 more than any of the other girls, and it's payment up front."

"I gave Dan my Visa number, and closed the deal. What happens if I'm not satisfied?" I asked.

"If Sandy doesn't do it for you, you're dead," he said with a laugh before hanging up.

"Going out tonight?" Beth asked, as she looked into my room.

"I need a night out, and away from the house to think," I told her.

"Can we talk tomorrow?" Beth asked.

"Are you going to give me the same bull shit like before?" I asked.

"No," she said while looking down at the floor.

"Well then, tomorrow afternoon it is. And if you'll excuse me, I have a dinner reservation that I don't want to be late for."

I walked into the bar, and saw four couples and six single women all at different tables; and three of them had flowers. The blond was built like a brick shithouse and had a set of knockers that would make a grown man cry. The brunette was a bit shorter and built more like a hard-bodied athlete. Finally, the redhead was about 5'6", with shoulder length hair wearing a conservative skirt and white blouse.

I walked over to the redhead. "Good evening, Sandy, I hope that I haven't kept you waiting too long," I said while holding out my hand.

"What makes you think my name is Sandy?" was her only reply.

"Dan said to look for the most beautiful woman in the bar, so it was pretty easy," I said still wondering if I was right.

She took my hand, gave it a gentle shake, and asked what I would like to drink. "Just a glass of Crown Royal neat," would be nice.

For the next three hours, this red-haired beauty mesmerized me. She wasn't shy and I found that all topics were on the table. I told her about Beth, and her cheating, but she came back at me with both barrels firing. "What is the difference between what she did, and what you are doing right now?" she asked. "You are still married, and two wrongs, still don't make it right, in my book, anyway," she told me. "But, I think that it goes a little deeper than that. You haven't decided whether you want her back, have you?" she asked.

"No, I haven't," I told her while finishing up my desert and asking her if she wanted coffee or an after-dinner drink.

"Coffee would be great, but getting back to Beth; how long are you going to leave her hanging?" she asked.

"I don't have an answer for that question right now. I also was a virgin, and was perfectly happy, sexually that is, with Beth. Yes, I wished she had been a little bit more daring, but I also loved her the way she was. I don't know if you can understand, but Beth took something away from me when she cheated. She took away my innocence, I guess you could say. I was living in a dream world, something like being in a bubble, and she burst it," I said while playing with my coffee cup. "She released a new me, who doesn't want to go back to his old life, but doesn't know if what's out there, is what I'm looking for either," I told Sandy.

"It was a lot easier for me because, my husband died of cancer. We had a good life, and now I find that once a month or so, I can let my hair down, have some fun, and then go back to my normal life. Also, the money is not bad either."

The next thing we knew was that, the waiter was telling us that the restaurant was closing and that we would have to leave. "Do you want to head over to your place?" Sandy asked.

"I've had such a wonderful night. Maybe next time," I told her.

"But you've already paid," she replied.

"And so?"

"What makes you think that there is going to be a next time?" Sandy quizzed me.

"I don't know, but I hope there will be one," I said with a smile.

"Give me your cell number," she asked. "If I am interested, I'll call you. Ok?"

"I guess that's all I can ask for," I told her.

I walked Sandy out to her car, and told her again how much fun I'd had. She responded by giving me a full-lip kiss with a lot of tongue. "You still have time to change your mind," she told me.

"I think that taste, will make me want you even more the next time," I told her. "That is, if there is a next time," I said just before I walked back to my car.

I slept in on Sunday morning and it wasn't until almost 11:00 when I came downstairs. Beth was on the back deck reading the paper when I found her. "Have you eaten yet?" I asked.

"No, I was waiting for you, but there is coffee made," Beth told me.

I got a cup of coffee and took a seat next to her. "Beth you weren't the only one who came to our wedding night a virgin. I was one also," I began. "I didn't want to say anything because of my macho pride and especially after you went on and on about what a great lover I was," I told a shocked Beth. "So when you said you wanted someone to compare me to, how do you think I felt?"

"I never knew. Why didn't you tell me? Even after what I did?" she replied.

"I told you why. It's a man thing. Ok? I wanted you to think that I was experienced enough to please you, but that's not the point now. Is it?"

"I'm so sorry. I wish I could take it all back, but I can't," she told me. "Would I have stopped seeing him? Yes. I was getting ready to end it," she now said looking down at the ground to avoid looking at me. "I felt so dirty afterwards, and I knew it was wrong. I just couldn't say no to him," she sobbed.

"Why don't I believe you, Beth? Do you know, that the women at your work suspected that you were cheating on me? Hell, Greg was the one, who called me, to ask if our marriage was in trouble, because you were screwing the coffee salesman. How embarrassing is that? To have one of our friends, call me to tell me my wife's a slut," I said now screaming. "I wanted to wring your damn neck," I told her.

"All right, I screwed up. But now you have whores coming here, day and night. How do you think that makes me feel?"

"Bad, I hope. I hope you feel awful, that you've driven me into others arms," I said staring at her.

"When is it all going to end, Steve? When can we to try to pick up the pieces and start over," she said in a now pleading manner.

"I don't know, Beth. Maybe when the hate I have inside me goes away, or when I just don't care anymore. I don't have an answer for you right now."

"Well, I can 't live with you bringing hookers home every night, so you can rub them in my face. I'll be out by the end of the week," Beth said while standing up.

"Where will you go?" I asked.

"Does it make a difference? I just need to get away," she said as she walked back into the house and went upstairs.

When I got home on Tuesday, she was gone. No note, or anything else, to say where she had gone. I tried to call her at work but Greg said that Beth had taken a leave of absence and hadn't left a forwarding address or phone number; I was getting a little worried. A casual call to her parents and sister didn't provide me with any more information and I wasn't about to call our kids and ask. "Did I push it too far?" I asked myself. "No. I didn't think I had."

Sandy called me on Thursday night to see what I was doing on the following Friday. "I know a quaint little place, outside of town on 318 West Street, that I've been dying to try," she told me. "Are you game?"

"What time on Friday do you want to meet?" I asked.

"Why don't I pick you up at about 6:30? It'll take us about forty-five minutes to get there. Bring a change of clothes. You owe me. Remember?" she said with a laugh. I started to give her my address, when she stopped me, "I know where you live. Just be ready."

As I looked out the window on Friday night, there was still no word from Beth. "What the hell am I doing?" I said to myself. "My wife has taken off to who knows where, and I'm waiting to be picked up by a sexy woman who wants to bed me tonight. What is wrong with this picture?" I asked myself. It wasn't ten minutes later, that Sandy pulled into my driveway and honked.

"Get your butt in gear," she shouted. I grabbed my bag, locked the front door, and threw my stuff on her back seat. "Better buckle up, because I drive pretty fast," she said, as we roared off down the road.

"Easy girl," I pleaded as she flew down the road. "I don't want to lose my appetite before we even get there," I said with a concerned tone in my voice.

"If my driving makes you nervous, please close your eyes, sleep, or pray. Take your choice."

I tried to do all three, but by then, we were almost there. "Are you sure your husband didn't die of a heart attack?" I said in a joking manner.

"Please just get the damn bags while I check in," she told me while heading for the office.

It was a bed and breakfast, and I found out that we were only one of three couples, spending the night. The room was Victorian in style, and had a huge, wrought iron, king- sized bed. "This looks interesting," I said while bouncing up and down on the bed. "Maybe we should just skip dinner and go directly to desert," I said trying to hide my nervousness.

"You can't be that horny, and besides, I'm starved," Sandy said as she grabbed my hand.

The restaurant had only four tables and the food and service were impeccable. "I've never seen a place like this before. How did you ever find it?" I asked.

"I friend of mine told me about it and suggested that I give it a try," she said while sipping on her wine. "Kind of romantic, isn't it?"

"I'll say," I replied.

"How are you and your wife doing?" She asked.

"Beth left me last Tuesday and just disappeared off the face of the earth," I told her. "With the exception of calling the kids, I've spoken to everyone else and nobody has heard a word from her, I'm getting more than a little worried."

"Not worried enough to cancel our date for tonight?" she said.

"Believe it or not, I almost did, but I had no way to reach you; remember? You have a blocked number, and Dan sure as hell wasn't going to give me your home phone number," I told her. "I put a message on my answering machine for Beth to call me, because we needed to talk. I'm afraid she is looking to divorce me, because of all the women that I have been parading through the house. I wanted my pound of flesh, but I think I went a little overboard," I told her.

"So, have you made up your mind about her yet?" Sandy asked in a serious tone.

"Yes, if she's still willing, I would like to try to save our marriage. After twenty five good years and raising two wonderful kids, I'm ready to give it another shot if she is willing to make some concessions and wants to move forward," I told her. "There is only one problem. I haven't a clue where in the hell she is at," I said while finishing my drink.

"So in other words, no hanky panky for us tonight?"

"Sorry, babes. As much as I know I would love it, you were right, two wrongs don't make a right," I told her while almost sounding disappointed.

"Well, lets go up to the room anyway, because I understand that there is a beautiful view from the deck off the bedroom," she said as she grabbed my hand.