Lustly(9)
Author: Jennifer Foor

Shock and embarrassment overwhelmed me when I trampled in front of two people clearly having sex on a large fur rug. The room was huge, with plush sofas and lavishing décor surrounding, but my eyes wouldn’t leave the couple.

The blonde, Ms. Cybil, was on her knees and her elbows. Her naked body posed for the man behind her. She’d clearly had some work done to look as good as she did. His hands were on her tiny hips and each moan was coming from his thrusting deep inside of her. She looked back at him, never seeing me standing there. Her face disheveled, like they’d been going at it for a long time. “Harder,” she ordered.

He smacked her on the ass so hard that even hearing it sounded painful.

I leaned against the wall, secretly spying on their hot encounter. I don’t know what made me keep watching. Perhaps it was the fact that I was shocked that someone her age could be with someone so young and handsome, and keep up. Maybe it was the fact that it made my sex life seem so mundane. Before I’d been aware of his cheating, we’d had sex at least once a week. In my opinion it seemed healthy. Once in a while, when all three kids weren’t home we’d take bubble baths, or I’d dress in something sexy.

Okay, that only happened once a year on our anniversary.

In my defense we just got used to being with each other. No matter what either of us tried it was always the same. I’d be on top, and then we’d flip. Once in a while he’d take me from behind. We’d had sex so many times with no foreplay. Hell, we’d had sex without ever kissing.

Who does that and feels satisfied afterwards?

Afterwards, he’d turn over and fall fast sleep, while the ache between my legs was so irritating that I’d have to bring myself to a climax to be able to relax.

I was pathetic.

Watching this older woman turn around and take it from the front, baring all of her assets to this younger man only reminded me of how miserable I’d been. Realizing that I was standing there spying on the couple, I ran back to the room and grabbed my purse. I wasn’t some sick voyeur. This was obviously a bad idea and she’d for sure not expected me to show up, contrary to what the woman at the door had addressed.

I made it to my car before I saw her, walking out of the house with only a robe wrapped around her naked body. Her br**sts, a result of plastic surgery, were perky and supple. I’d kill for tits that looked like hers and she was much older than me. “Darling, wait!”

“It’s fine. I didn’t mean to impose. I should have called before I came.” My heart was beating out of my chest, and secretly I’d gotten a bit hot watching the two of them having intercourse.

Maybe I was voyeur, in an inexperienced kind of way, obviously.

She never covered herself up as she got closer to me. With only a van door between us, she wet her lips before she spoke. “My massage ran over. I apologize.”

I wanted to laugh, because that was much different from any massage I’d ever gotten. “It’s fine. I need to get home to my kids.”

“You mean the teenagers at nine-fourteen Magnolia Avenue?”

I hadn’t given the woman any of my information; the fact that she knew who I was and where I lived rubbed me the wrong way. “How did you -.”

“When I invite people to my home, I need to know everything about them, including the fact that they’re still married to their cheating spouses.”

That was a smack in the face. How embarrassing. “I don’t understand. I gave you no information.”

She laughed. “I had you followed, love. My business is very private. I needed information to hold over your head in case you think about discussing my personal matters with other people. All I needed was your tag number. The internet is an amazing place.”

The internet, where  p**n  could be found as fast as a click. Where lives could be ruined from one social media page. Where I probably shouldn’t have gone to look for presents to buy my husband, because he was such a douche.

I felt intimidated, angry, and a little afraid. Here was this woman, standing in front of me half-naked, telling me that she needed information to hold over my head. Why? Why would she need that?

I had nothing to show for, except my kids and the clothes on my back. My life was in shambles.

“Are you part of the mob? I want no part of that, even if it is to open doors and clean toilets.”

She laughed again. “Darling, I didn’t invite you hear to clean my toilets. I invited you to here to offer you a different type of position. You see, I have several companies, and within those companies are different jobs. There is one in particular that I feel someone like you could benefit from. You definitely have the body for it, that’s for sure.” Was she complimenting me for being thin and taking care of my body? This was getting even weirder. “I took one look at you and knew you’d be perfect. It’s convincing you of it that’s going to take time.”

She seemed so certain that she knew me and it pissed me off. “You may know that I’m still married, where I live, and how old my kids are. Anyone can find that out on the internet like you said. That doesn’t mean you know me. You know nothing about me.”

“I know you’re going through hell. Obviously you have no means of income, and risk losing it all because your husband, that you’ve probably devoted yourself to, is out f**king other women. You can stop me whenever I’m wrong about something.” She took a second and smiled, looking me right in the eyes. I didn’t know whether to pull off and possibly run over her foot, or hear her out. “I’ve been exactly where you are, Lily. I’ve felt that pain you’re going through. I know what it’s like to look at my children and feel like if I didn’t stay I was failing them.”

Another woman who understood. The instant connection was inevitable. I needed a friend. Naked or not, I wanted to hear that I wasn’t alone. Now I’m being creepy.

My hands gripped my steering wheel and I let my head fall against it as she spoke. “It was many years ago, and I don’t like to revisit that time in my life, but it’s always there, reminding me how far I’ve come.”

“Was your husband rich? Did you get this in the divorce?”

She motioned her hand in a wave, as if to say my assumption was wrong. “Hardly. We lived paycheck to paycheck. My two kids got what they needed, but it was never without struggle. I caught my husband with my sister, on Christmas Eve. They’d stayed up while I put the kids down and went to bed, after wrapping presents until I couldn’t stay awake any longer. When I woke up to an empty bed I figured he’d just fallen asleep downstairs. Right in the middle of our living room floor, where our children could have walked down and seen, they were making love. I suspect it had been going on for probably years. The way they knew each other’s bodies only came from plenty of experience together.”