Faithless

I checked my makeup in the mirror, and brushed a wisp of newly coiffed hair from my brow. Taking a deep breath and swallowing my pride, I stepped out onto the patio. The click of my favorite Manolos echoed in the Sunday quiet of another warm, southern California night. The white satin hem of the long, elegant evening gown swished on the concrete as it trailed. A few slow, sultry strides brought me to the edge of the pool. My husband stopped his laps and wiped the water from his eyes, gawking when I took the first, then the second step down the curved staircase into the backyard pool, fully dressed.

"Ellen?" he asked, cocking his head in confused wonder.

My only response was to keep my eyes locked onto his. My hands slid gracefully along the rail as I continued down the steps. The water rose past my waist, chilling my belly as it soaked through my expensive gown, the chlorine ruining it forever. I waded toward him, deeper and deeper, until I stood only a few feet away, bathed in the shimmering blue light. The gentle, flickering waves licked at the strand of pearls dangling in the deep 'V' of my cleavage.

He gazed back, perplexed. "Ellen? What the hell...?"

"Max," I began, "until yesterday, these were my most valued possessions. Last night I discovered something more valuable, more precious to me than expensive fabrics and handmade shoes. These..." I took a handful of Mikimoto pearls and shrugged, "These are only things." Hooking two fingers through the necklace, I jerked. Beads flew, and the strand slid off my neck into the water.

"Jesus!" he shouted, "Are you fucking crazy? What's the hell's going on, Ellen?"

"I have a conf..." The rehearsed words stuck in my throat. "I have a confession, Max. I have been an unfaithful wife, and I'm asking your forgiveness."

All expression left his face. An icy silence fell over the pool.

"Before you jump to conclusions," I continued quickly, "you should know that I have been with no one else, and that I love no one but you. Mine was a sin of omission, that I committed against you. I allowed my faith in you to falter, and my disloyalty shames me beyond measure." I lowered my head, tears blurring my vision. "Now I know that I never should have doubted you."

He cocked his head. "What - in - the - hell are you talking about, Ellen?"

I began the story of my downfall. "Let me explain, and then you can decide what we should do. One evening last week, Celine and I were talking in the kitchen."

"Oh, Celine," he muttered, beginning to understand. "I should have known. What did she tell you?"

"She hasn't said anything...yet. Please, Max," I asked. "This is hard. Let me finish, okay? While we were making dinner last week, she told me about breaking up with her latest boyfriend, how he'd been banging another girl the whole time. Then she asked me, 'How do you handle it when Uncle Max screws around on you?' "

"That little shit... Tomorrow, she's out the door. She can go back to your sister-in-law in Michigan."

"No, Max, wait. We can deal with this. My niece has had a rough life. Celine's never been close to a man who could keep it in his pants. She's learned the hard way that she can't trust men. My brother was a shit who fooled around, and her mother's second husband ran off with someone else, too. "

"Yeah, I heard a rumor that her stepfather had cornered her, and tried to..."

"Yes, I know. That's part of why I agreed to let her come here to stay with us after college, so she could try and find a job here in the movie industry. She's certainly got the looks."

"And a damn good actress," he added, under his breath.

"Anyway, we can decide about Celine later. Let's deal with our problem - my problem - first."

"Okay, so what did you say when she asked you about all of my 'lovers'?" he chuckled.

"I couldn't say anything at first. I've always believed you were true to me, even though I know your eyes wander sometimes."

"I look - I don't touch," he said. "Especially when I see something as attractive as that."

I followed his eyes to my breasts. The peaks of my chilled nipples were clearly outlined under my wet gown. I had to smile.

"Yes, well," I continued. "I'll be honest - I've had flashes of doubt through our fourteen years together, Max, but I have never seriously felt that you were cheating on me. When I gathered myself and told Celine that you had never done anything like that, she just giggled and said, 'Aw, c'mon Aunt Ellen. Uncle Max is so hot. I mean, even for an older guy. I'll bet all the ladies are after him. Hell, if I had the chance...' and she stopped herself, and left the insinuation hanging. I said, 'What do you mean?' and she just said, 'Oh, nothing. I mean, he's just a man, Aunt Ellen. You can't trust any of them'."

I could see Max's jaw tighten. He was prepared to march up to her room and throw her out on her keister, right then and there.

I diverted the conversation back to my failure, "I don't know why, but the way she said it, I suddenly felt insecure. You know how imaginations can run wild. I began to think that maybe, well, maybe you were just exceptionally good at keeping secrets. You really are hot."

He sucked in his stomach.

"For an older guy," I added, grinning. He released, and grinned back.

I went on with my confession, "Anyway, I didn't think about it for a few days, then on Thursday, Celine came in from her workout at the gym and asked me to rub her legs. As I kneaded the liniment into her young, lithe muscles, I absently mentioned how good you are with your hands, and without thinking, I suggested that she should get you to give her a massage. She looked back over her shoulder with a strange expression, and I suddenly realized what that could lead to. At that moment, a crazy idea came to me, a way to find out for sure if I could really trust you."

"So, what is this cheating detector you dreamed up?" he asked.

"Remember when Cleo and I drove down to San Diego yesterday?"

"Oh. Yesterday." His eyes immediately lowered, shamefully. "Yeah, I remember."

"I knew Celine was going to the gym that morning, and figured you'd be home from golf by 11 or so. After the two of you left, I set up cameras around the house. I taped over the red lights so you wouldn't know."

"Cameras? You hid cameras in the house? Yesterday?" he gulped.

"I borrowed one from Cleo and one from Sarah. I made sure they covered the pool, the living room, and the two bedrooms."

"So, you saw..." His forlorn eyes gazed helplessly.

"Yes, I saw the whole thing. Start to finish. And then some."

"Ellen, I'm sorry. It wasn't supposed to..."

I shushed him, and whispered comfortingly, "It's okay, Max. You didn't do anything wrong. I'm the one who is guilty."

His confused expression begged for an explanation.

"Do you remember that I stayed up late last night working at the computer?" I asked.

"Yeah. I wanted you to come to bed, but you seemed so distant," he said, still unsure.

"I must have sat staring at the screen for a half hour, trying to get the nerve just to click 'play'. At first, I couldn't force myself to look at the videos. I kept telling myself I didn't want to know."

Max remained silent, still convinced that this was not going to end well for him.

"After I was sure you were asleep, I finally got the courage to watch them. One showed Celine swimming here in the pool. She dried off and sunned herself for a while, then went inside. On the camera in the den, you were watching football."

He sighed, searching my eyes for some sign of what I had seen, and what I was going to do.

I continued with my narration, "Right on cue, Celine came in and complained about how sore her legs and back were from her workout. She mentioned how she needed a rubdown. You jumped at that didn't you?"

He dropped his eyes again.

"Look, but don't touch? Max. You couldn't wait to get your hands on that firm young body."

I immediately regretted teasing him. He stood in the water sullenly, saying nothing, waiting for the hammer to fall.

"She laid on the sofa and untied her bathing suit top. I watched you run your big hands all over her perfectly tanned back, massaging her shoulders. You worked on her shoulder blades, and I could see when your thumbs grazed the side of her breast."

"Accidentally," he said.

"She didn't think so. She tilted up to offer you better access."

He was genuinely surprised by that. "I...I didn't notice."

"Of course you didn't, dear. You probably didn't notice how she rolled her hips and moaned, and told you how good it felt when your fingers on her inner thighs got close to that sweet little bald pussy."

"No, I didn't, uh...what? What do mean, 'bald'?"

"We'll talk more about that later." I reached out under the water and stroked the bulge in the front of his bathing suit. "Mmm, getting a little excited, are we?"

"It's those perfect little erect nipples of yours," he said. "You know I can't resist them."

"Let's talk about nipples. After you worked her muscles over, she re-tied her bathing suit. She didn't do a very good job, did she?"

"Um, no, I guess not." His voice was weak, and I felt his erection soften.

"When she stood up, incredibly, it fell right off her neck." I shook my head, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Wardrobe malfunction," he mumbled.

"Right. Probably learned that in a Janet Jackson acting class. And when you saw her beautiful pink flesh, those dainty nipples, at that moment, do you know the first thing you did, Max?"

Noticeably embarrassed, he shook his head, searching my face for some clue of what I wanted him to say.

I answered for him.

"As soon as your eyes fell on those two perfect globes staring up at you, you put your hand up like a blinder and turned your head away. Yes, that's what you did, Max. That's what I saw. If the light had been right, I'll bet I would have seen you blush."

He chuckled nervously, "Oh, yeah. I guess I did."

"She got you to look at them again, though, didn't she?"

His defenses went back up, "She asked me to give my opinion. You know, as a man."

"Purely scientific, I'm sure. You finally turned around to look at her, and like a perfect little porn queen, she cupped them and raised each breast to her mouth, licking those tiny brown nipples to make them shiny and hard."

He pinched my nipples through my dress. "Just like yours."

I trembled and sighed as electric jolts shot from my tits straight to my crotch. I recovered and continued, "No, Max, they were not like mine at all. Her boobs were young, firm and bouncy, not saggy and drooping like my old girls."

"I like yours better. Especially when you don't wear a bra." he commented, squeezing them gently.

Despite the cool water, I was feeling warmer. "Mmm, I guess my panties fell off somewhere, too. Wardrobe malfunction."

"A lot of that going around." One of his hand dropped to cup my mons through the gown, running his finger lightly along the widening slit. I gasped, and my eyes fluttered.

I took a deep breath and went on with my story. "Celine wanted you to do something else, didn't she?"

He dropped his gaze again, and his hand left my crotch. "Yes," he admitted, eyes down.

"She put your hands on them. And you stood there, holding her delicious boobs." I stepped closer, pushed down the sides of his bathing suit, and cradled his balls. He groaned as I said, "It's okay, Max. I'm not angry. You were surprised. She was manipulating you. We both were. Tell me the truth: did you like the way her boobs felt?"

He reminisced behind closed eyes, his cock growing against my caresses. "I guess they were okay for a girl. They were small and rubbery, like grapefruits." He looked back at me. "I held them for a second, but that's all I did."

"I know, Max, I know exactly what you did. And I know what she did. She put her arms around your neck. You turned your back sideways to the camera, and she was partially hidden, but I saw her pull herself up on her toes. I think she tried to kiss you."

"Yeah, but I didn't let her. Really."

"I know you didn't. At least that's the way it appeared on the camera. I saw your head draw back. Then she rubbed herself against you, just like a pro. Got you nice and hard, too, didn't she?" I circled his cock and my thumb inscribed small circles underneath the head. "Just like now. Hard and ready."

"Mmm, yes. I mean no, I mean...I wasn't ready then."

"I know it was hard for you to resist that ripe young body, Max. She was all but begging you to fuck her, but you pushed her away. Then you said something to her. You were so quiet, it took me a long time at the computer to filter out your voice. It was so touching, Max. I memorized what you said, and I swear I will remember those words until I die."

My husband cocks his head and scrunches his brow, trying to recall.

Closing my eyes, I recited, " 'Celine, You are a lovely and sexy woman, and your invitation is flattering to an old guy like me. If I were a single man, I would carry you upstairs and ravish you until the sun rises two days from now. But I love your Aunt Ellen more than my own life. I would never do anything that would hurt her, and what you want me to do would do be worse than killing her. You are a sweet and beautiful person, and you'll make some lucky man truly happy. Go out and find that man. He's looking for you.' And then you kissed her."

"On the forehead," he interjected.

"Yes, that's what it looked like, on the forehead," I agreed. "And then you lifted her bathing suit top and tied it for her, and sat down to watch the rest of the ball game. When you turned around, the camera could clearly see the shadow of your hard dick." I stroked his cock. This time I could see his blush in the light from the pool.

"I'm sorry, Ellen," he apologized. "I shouldn't have..."

I interrupted, "Stop right there, Max Harmon. You didn't do anything wrong. You were a perfect gentleman. This was all my fault. I put the idea in her head. I left the two of you alone, knowing her intentions. All the blame is mine. When I came home last night, I knew you wanted to fuck me, and I kept pushing you away."

"I could hardly stand it, Ellen. I tried everything I knew to get you into bed," he admitted.

"I know," I said. "You must have been so desperately horny, and I made you suffer for my own petty jealousy. I was so afraid that something had happened between you and Celine."

"You're not mad about, you know, the 'touching' thing?"

"Angry? No, Max. How could I be angry?. I'm so ashamed for doubting you, and making you prove that you loved me. I will never again question your love or loyalty. Please forgive me for ever thinking you could be unfaithful, as I have been unfaithful to you. I love you beyond words, Max. I am yours, for now and forever."

"So, what do we do now?" he asked.

"I owe you an everlasting debt for my unfaithfulness. I will pay, today, tomorrow, and every day for the rest of our lives, in any way you choose. Anything you want. And I mean, 'any'-thing. Any time. Any where. Ravish me until the sun rises two days from now, or twenty years from now."

He laughed, "How about just until I get worn out."

"Sure, ten minutes is fine with me. Whatever you want." We both laughed, and he put his arms around me and we kissed, long and deep.

"We need to get you out of these wet clothes," he suggested.

I kicked off the heels and they floated to the surface. I opened the side zipper on the gown, and slipped the straps from my shoulders. "I need a little help. This thing is sticking to me like plastic wrap."

"Here? Are you sure? Celine is inside. What if she sees us?"

"So what if she does?" Actually, I was hoping she would.

Max held each side of the gown and peeled it downward over my broad hips, holding his breath as he went underwater to pull it all the way to my feet. His hands wandered up my thighs and over my pussy, and he burst out of the water, laughing.

"You shaved!" He rubbed the freshly denuded skin, inserting a finger between my lower lips.

I shivered with pleasure, "That's only the beginning. I'm all yours, Max."

He laid me backward until I was floating, holding me at the surface with a single hand at the small of my back, the fingers on his other hand busy between my legs. I closed my eyes and relaxed, letting him take me wherever he wanted. I felt the water moving past me as he guided me around the pool while caressing my clit, and sucking and kissing my breasts.

Max let my feet gently sink, and I opened my eyes to find us at the shallow end of the pool. He lifted me onto the side of the pool, went to his knees, and put his head between my legs. As he licked and sucked the engorged labia, a flash of light caught the corner of my eye, and I glanced up in time to see a slight movement in the curtains at Celine's window.

"One more thing, Max," I said as he nibbled on one of my lower lips.

"Mmhmm?" he mumbled.

"Do you know what Celine did while you watched the rest of the game?"

He lifted his head, "No. Is she okay?"

"Oh, she's fine. She went straight up to her room and kicked off her bathing suit." I put my hands under his armpits, leading him to stand up. "On the camera in her room I saw her reach between her mattresses and pull out a curved dildo."

My legs wrapped around his waist, drawing him toward me. I held his cock, and we both groaned as I slid him into my drooling pussy. He grabbed my hips and rocked slowly. It had been too long since I felt so moved, and totally fulfilled with our lovemaking. Never again would I take my husband for granted.

"So what did she do with that dildo of hers?" he asked, suggestively.

I threw my arms around his neck, pulled myself up to him and kissed him as we fucked, slow and lovingly. Between quickening breaths, I whispered, "Sweet little Celine...she fucked her own...her own shaved cunt...all the way...to a butt-raising orgasm."

He threw his head back and laughed, "Oh, my fucking god."

"She was fantasizing about you," I said.

"Really? You think so?"

"I'm sure of it. That's what I would have done. I'll bet she's up in her room right now, drilling her tight little hairless hole with her plastic, artificial Max, whispering your name just like she did yesterday."

"Oh, God..." he gasped, fucking me harder and faster.

"Would you like to see it? The video's still on the computer. We can watch it together. I want you in my mouth while you watch her perfect little white ass squirm, squeezing those perfect, rubbery grapefruit tits, and ramming that vibe into her perfect little shaved cunt, moaning, 'Max, oh, Max'."

"Oh, God, Ellen," he begged, his breathing ragged, "you're gonna' make me come."

"Yes, Max. Do it. Give it to me."

He stopped pumping and kissed me. He pulled my hand from around his neck, and slid it between us.

"No, Ellen," he said. "First, I want you to make yourself come for me"

I caressed myself as he began thrusting slowly, gradually fucking me harder, faster, to match the quickening pace of my fingers. It didn't take long. The first blush of my own climax began to spread under my skin. I shuddered, my eyes rolled back in my head, and Max groaned and lunged deep. We wrapped arms tight around each other as he bucked, emptying himself into me, and tears trickled down my cheeks. How did I ever deserve this man in my life?

We held each other a long time.

"Screw that video of Celine," he finally whispered in a low, earthy voice. "I want the camera on you while you get yourself off, Ellen, so I can watch the bliss on your beautiful face any time."

"You don't need a video for that, my love," I replied. "I'll finger-fuck myself for you whenever and wherever you want. Just say the word, and I'll be there. In a restaurant? At the mall? How about tomorrow at work?"