The Cat's Out Of The Bag

ALL CHARACTERS ARE ADULTS.

"When women are secret they are secret indeed; and more often then not they only begin to be secret with the advent of a second lover." THOMAS HARDY

Jack Grant was surprised to see Elizabeth sitting in his lobby with her daughter. Elizabeth was his neighbor and a close friend for many years. Jack and her husband were best friends since childhood. Consequently it was unethical for him to treat her but it was Sunday night, no one else was available to see her, and she trusted Jack.

The daughter had a family waiting at home for her so Jack dismissed her with a hug, assuring her that he'd take care of mom. Plus the daughter didn't need to know the details of mom's distress, until mom wanted to talk about it.

Jack brought Elizabeth to his office and closed the door. She sat on the sofa, he sat beside her and handed her a box of tissue. She dabbed at the tears and mascara running down her cheeks.

"So what's up?" He asked, and she let fall a fresh flood of tears.

A few minutes later she mumbled, "Dick left me for another woman," and started crying again.

Jack was surprised since Elizabeth was an attractive woman, intelligent, a professional with a good income, and a good mother. Dick didn't share information about their intimacies but Jack had heard them in the grips of passion on a few occasions, especially when the girls were away visiting relatives.

Dick had been an athlete in school, had blonde hair, owned a successful business, and was active as a baseball and swimming coach. He was attractive and in good shape for 43.

Elizabeth was 42 with short brown hair and gray eyes, five-six, 140 pounds, size 6. Jack thought she looked good in a bikini.

After the tears stopped, and she blew her nose, the story continued:

"He threatened to leave before, unless I was willing to swing. So I did it. Every weekend we went someplace different, with different people; then this evening, after we came back from Miami, he says, 'I met someone and want a divorce'; I fell apart. She was one of the people we were with."

"Where is he now?" Jack asked.

"With her, that's where he said he was going," she replied.

"What's your plan for tonight?" Jack asked.

"I don't want to be alone in the house," she said.

"So you plan to stay with your girls?" He asked.

"God no! They're upset enough without hearing all the details, and knowing what a whore I've been, trying to hold on to their father," she said. "I don't want them to ever know what went on."

"Do you want me to admit you to the hospital?" He asked.

"No, I just don't want to be alone right now," she said.

"Want to ride home with me when I get off, or want me to call a taxi?" Jack asked.

"What time do you leave?" She asked.

"At midnight, in two hours," he said. "You can take a nap next door unless you want me to call a taxi," he suggested.

"I'll wait, if it's OK," she said. Jack rubbed her thigh, patted her knee, and put his arm behind her; expecting her to jump or flinch. She didn't.

At midnight he woke her. "Time to go," he said. She looked startled and confused. Outside light rain dusted everything.

In the car he asked," You hungry?"

"Not really," she said, and was quiet during the ride home. It was raining steady now.

Jack parked in his driveway, opened the car door for Elizabeth, and walked her to her front door holding an umbrella above her; she unlocked and opened the door. "Want to come in?" She asked. He followed her inside.

"Mind if I change? And would you be a sweetheart and make us a drink?" She asked.

"Of course not," he said.

A few minutes later she returned in a housecoat, Jack handed her a high-ball, "It'll help me sleep," she said, and sat beside him while she sipped the drink. Outside it thundered but not close-by.

She didn't say much. When he heard the ice cubes rattle in her glass he got up and made her another drink. Then, glass in hand, she got up, opened the front door, and switched OFF the lights in the house.

Jack returned to his spot on the sofa and Elizabeth sat close beside him for a moment, then tossed a throw pillow onto his lap for her head. "Mind if I lie here listening to the rain?" She asked.

"Not at all," he said.

"I appreciate you coming over so I can vent. The last year isn't something I can talk to anyone about, because it's so depraved. Was Dick so debauched when you guys were in high school?" She asked.

"I have no idea; you dated him, and he didn't reveal anything to me, or anyone else, then I went in the military, and you guys got married," Jack said. "And you've never said anything till now."

"He's always been a little strange when it comes to sex, but I never said anything to anybody, because I was embarrassed, gullible, and I don't kiss and tell," she said. "I'm probably boring you."

"Not at all, hon," he said.

"I hope I can trust you, because if it gets out, I'm ruined; do you understand?" She asked. Jack had a good view of her cleavage when she rose up to talk and supported her body with her elbows resting on his thighs.

When she lay her head in his lap again Jack stroked her hair with his hand. She took a sip of her drink, then draped her arm across his knees and pulled her knees closer to her body.

Jack played with the hair on the back of her neck then messaged her shoulder. "That feels good," she whispered, and took another sip of her drink. "It seems so hot! Do you mind if I get out of this coat?"

"Not at all," he said. She sat up, unbuttoned the coat and pulled it off. Under it she wore a fishnet nightie with no panties.

"That's much better," she whispered. "Normally I don't wear anything."

"I believe you," he said.

"I can trust you, can't I?" She asked.

"You always have," he said.

"I mean, later, if Dick comes home; you won't hold tonight against me will you?" She asked.

"Not at all," he said.

"Do you think I'm pretty?" She asked.

"Yes, very sexy," he said.

"I know you've always wanted me," she said. "And sometimes I wanted you, too; like now. I noticed how you look at me. A couple times I put on my bikini for you. I even imagined I made love to you, a few times. Can I ask you something personal?" She asked.

"Of course," he said.

"Would you make love to me?" She asked.

"In a heart-beat," he said.

"Did you bring any protection? Doesn't matter, if anything happens I'll deal with it later." She stood up, "C'mon."

In the bedroom she switched ON a lamp and set the alarm clock, pulled back the spread and sheet, and lay on her back. When Jack was undressed and in the bed beside her she switched OFF the light and cuddled against him.

"I love the sound of the rain," she whispered.

Jack put his arm around her to feel her back, and kissed the top of her head. She moved closer, to press her tits close to his body. They kissed. Her mouth was warm, and her hand was warm when she wrapped her fingers around his cock and stroked him to hardness.

Then she lay on her stomach, opened her legs, raised her bottom, and guided him in with her fingers, sighing when his cockhead slipped through her lips. She was loose and wet, but quiet, and trembled a little when he pumped his load inside her twenty minutes later.

Then they fell asleep and slept for a few hours until he awoke with her sucking and licking the head of his cock. His load soon went down her throat and came out her nose, like strings of runny snot.

She wiped her face with her hand, laughed, and licked it clean, then straddled him, and swallowed his cock with her wet pussy, humping him furiously until she shuddered and moaned softly.

Later, "I need to shower. Go back to sleep, sweetheart," she kissed him.

Jack slept until he heard the screen door open and slam shut. Elizabeth was gone.

"Is that you, Dick?" Jack heard Elizabeth speak from another part of the house.

"Beth? Where are you, baby?" Dick asked.

"Dick, I'm over here," she said from somewhere in the dark, and Dick approached.

"I'm back. I did some serious thinking and decided to come home," he said.

"You mean she didn't want you." she said.

"No, baby! I kinda lost my mind for a while, until God made me see what I was losing with you," he said.

"Life is full of surprises, Dick," she said.

The first bullet dropped him.

Jack flew out of the bedroom.

Elizabeth was dressed in pajamas and a quilted housecoat. "That's what happens when you leave the door open and unlocked," she said.

She snuggled against Jack and he held her. "Sweetheart, go home now and I'll see you later, probably late tonight. You won't ever leave me, will you? I can trust you with my secrets, can't I?" She kissed him. "I mean our secrets. I mean the secrets we'll make together."