“Ouch. That had to hurt.” Ella remarked.
“Stick a fork in ‘em he’s done,” was Deni’s. “When was that?”
“We went for a weekend to the shore.”
“Ooooh. We just went there! We left the kids with Josh’s mom for the weekend.” Ella smiled dreamily. “We had such a nice time…a romantic walk on the beach…and afterward…I haven’t had an orgasm like that in ages!” She blushed, then asked, “Did you have a good time?”
“Too many people. After he got the burn, we ended up coming home. No sense in staying if he had to stay inside all the time.”
“God, they’re getting old.” Deni whined.
“We all are. But, there are bonuses to being older.” Ella fiddled with her glass.
“God, what?”
“We don’t have a problem going after what we want.”
“Damn right!” Deni scanned the bar for likely suspects as she grinned.
“The stud at the next table – damn right – I need a good screwing.” Betsy commented as she raised her glass.
“Don’t we all?” Deni quipped. ” I mean, what is it with men? I could get just about any male in here. Flash a little tit, a little thigh and they’re drooling like mental patients. Marry them, and you need to drag them kicking and screaming to bed.” She paused to swig the rest of her tequila. “It’s been three weeks since I’ve had any. And then? I literally was on my knees in front of him begging. Hell, when it comes to sex, I have no pride.” She raised her hand to signal the waitress for another round.
“My problem is wham bam thank you ma’am and too bad you didn’t get a chance sweetie – I’ll try harder next time – but he never does.” Betsy answered.
“Exactly. But with a stranger? Hell, fireworks, and excitement and everything sex should be. You know what it is girls?”
They both watched Deni for her answer.
“They take us for granted. They don’t have to work to please us anymore, they already HAVE us.” The waitress put the tray down as she handed out the drinks, grinning at the women and silently nodding her head.
“Well, DUH. Tell me something I didn’t figure out after the first two years of marriage.” Ella nearly choked on her drink laughing.
“So why do we put up with it? If a stranger would treat us better, why do we put up with it?” Betsy asked.
“Because we don’t want to be alone?” Deni replied.
“Aren’t we little miss cynical!” Ella exclaimed. “You know why as well as I do. We love them. God only knows why, they certainly drive us insane, but there it is.” She took another swig of her drink. “Topic change; when was the last time your husband did something sexually surprising for you? Could be romantic or whatever.”
Betsy spoke first, “Ummm Lets restate the question. When did they EVER do something to surprise us?”
“Ethan used to bring me cards home. Used to bring me flowers for no reason. Last year after a really and I mean REALLY bad fight…he arranged for mom to take the girls while we went to a really fancy restaurant. One where we could actually hear each other, and had tablecloths.” Deni said.
“Denise Louise Richards. I said sexually surprising, I already said mine.” Ella nudged her.
“Fine. At least he’s willing to do something more than missionary. Doesn’t like anal, but he’ll play around a few times a year since he knows I do.” Deni thought for a moment. “Last year he shaved me! That counts, doesn’t it?” She grinned.
“You like anal? My husband would kill to try that out…nope, no way. Not in this lifetime.” Ella retorted.
Betsy moaned. “This is almost more than I needed to know.”
“Fine then, what does Daren do to get your motor going?” Ella answered.
Betsy laughed. “Does baking me chocolate chip cookies count?”
“Well, lets see, chocolate, sex. Chocolate. Sex.” Ella held her hands face up as though weighing the subjects. ” Close enough I guess.” She paused, “Actually, I think chocolate may be better.”
“Bite your tongue! Better than sex?” Deni said.
“Fine then. Better than bad sex. And before you start, YES there is such a thing.”
“Well, duh,” she replied, mimicking Ella, “of course there is. That’s what we’re complaining about, isn’t it? Well, quality AND quantity. What’s the longest you’ve been without?”
“Honestly?” Ella answered.
“No, lie to me,” Deni said, exasperated, “Of course honestly.”
” 20 months, 2 weeks and 3 days.”
“I think she meant since you’ve been married.” Betsy said.
“That WAS when I was married.” Ella countered.
“Ouch! And I complain about 3 months. Jesus. How did you live through it?”
“Thank god for Rechargeables and cyber is all I’ve got to say.” Ella shook her head and took a big gulp of her drink. The question ‘Why?’ hung in the air, but no one wanted to ask.
“Have you ever considered women?” Ella broke the silence.
“You mean become bisexual? What woman hasn’t?” Deni joked, then seeing the looking on Ella’s face, “You’re serious?”
Betsy answered quietly, “I’ve thought about it. I mean, hell, men aren’t doing it for me.”
“I’ve thought about it a lot. A Lot.” The women waited for her to continue. “I’ve been sorta seeing this woman online.”
“REALLY? What does Josh have to say about that? Does he even know?” Betsy asked incredulously.
“He knows. Not happy, really, but surprisingly, he’s pretty understanding about it. But I think he thinks it’s some sort of stage I’m going through.” She paused a moment, “or he thinks he can get a ménage going on.”
“Deni,” Betsy suddenly hissed, “there’s some guy staring at you.”
“Really? Where? Is he cute?” She grinned then turned around.
“Jesus, girl where were you in Clubbing 101? You don’t turn and LOOK!”
The guy was good looking. Tall, with a sexy smile that lit up his eyes. Older too, not some college brat. He raised his glass in her direction when he caught her eye. She smiled at him, and he started to walk toward their booth.
He stopped at the booth and looked down at the women, or more specifically, at Deni.
“Hi.”
It wasn’t much, but that one syllable melted over her body like rich, warm chocolate. Betsy and Ella gave her an imperceptible head nudge.
“Hi.” She managed back.
“Would you like to dance?” he held his hand out to her.
She began to stutter her apology when Ella answered for her, “Oh, go on Deni! Just remember what we had the conversation about.” She grinned at her friend as she was led out on the dance floor.
“Do you come here often?” He asked her.
“No, just once a year. You?”
“Just passing through. I like the scenery.” He smiled down at her again, revealing an adorable dimple on his right cheek. She flustered as they continued to dance on the miniscule dance floor, until she caught the eyes of her girlfriends who were egging her on. Ella’s words came back to her, and she replayed the conversation in her head as his hand softly caressed her back. She followed Ella’s advice, remembering the words she’d spoken earlier. “But with a stranger? Hell, fireworks, and excitement and everything sex should be.” Guess she was saying follow my own advice. Her body closed the gap he’d allowed, and felt her breasts brush against his chest. A quiet intake of breath was her acknowledgement. His hands continued to wander her back, up and down slowly and seductively. Each pass brought his hands lower and lower until his palms were resting over the curves of her ass, and his fingers squeezing her pelvis closer to him, feeling his own reaction against her stomach. She gasped. Maybe this is too much she thought, looking over his shoulder to her friends.
Who were no longer at the table. She could see the bills fluttering beneath the empty glasses, her own purse and bag missing. Damn them!
The song ended, and she stepped away. “I’m sorry…but my friends just left, and they have my purse. I need to go hunt them down…but it was lovely meeting you.” Deni smiled, as she stepped away.
Quickly, he fell into step with her. “That wasn’t a nice thing to do! Let me help you find them. At least this way, you have someone to help you with a plan B.”
She nodded and smiled, “Thanks. I might just have to take you up on that.” She wandered up to the bank of elevators, and pressed the floor she knew Betsy was staying on. He followed her into the elevator, rubbing her tense shoulders. “My room and car keys were in my purse…they know I can’t get home without them. What made them think this would be amusing?” she ranted idly, even while her body’s nervous system was going on overload at his touch. The elevator stopped on the floor, and she walked up to the door. It was slightly open, so she pushed it in.
“Okay guys! This isn’t funny!” The empty room echoed as she wondered where they could be.
Her purse was sitting on the closest bed with her keycard and she sighed heavily in relief, as she heard the door click shut behind her. She heard him come up behind her, and knew what was coming. She tossed the momentary qualms aside and turned into his embrace. His hold was strong, sure and sensual, as his lips kissed first her eyelids, her nose, her cheek, her jaw, before settling over her mouth.
His tongue teased her, drawing a moan from her, as his arms tightened around her suddenly slack body. Her hands drew up to play with the hair curling at the collar of his shirt. His lips left hers and skimmed down her neck to the hollow of her throat, kissing softly and making her shiver in his embrace. The buttons quickly fell open as he skimmed lower. His touch was electric. She moaned softly as his fingers tightened against her back, her hands running down to his broad shoulders. She fell back onto the bed, as he pulled off his shirt, returning to her quickly. She could feel the heat of his chest burn through the satin of her bra. It teased her already turgid nipples. Quickly, she reached behind to unclasp the bra, desperate for the feel of his hot skin against hers. The cold of his belt buckle hit her stomach and caused her to shiver again. She reached down to undo it, feeling his thickness press against her thigh as she did so. Her own skirt had magically disappeared. She lay nude beneath him, his touch causing frissions of tension to course through her body as his slacks slide down to puddle on the floor. With a moan, he fell forward on top of her, his hands running down her sides.
Slowly, he slid down her body, softly worshipping her body with his mouth as he moved until he was kneeling between her thighs. His dark smiling eyes caught her lust hazed ones before dipping into her femininity. Once, twice his tongue slid widely over her slit, dragging across her already engorged clitoris. Her breathing caught, and he felt her thighs vibrate against his cheeks. Three times, and she shrieked loudly, her inner lips fluttering spasmodically against his tongue. He pressed his tongue against her quivering flesh, and held still until the spasms passed. He rose to his knees, pressing his shaft against her humid core, and gradually slid inside. He groaned, pressing up against her pelvic bone. His hands pulled her hips against his own, her clitoris stimulated by the contact and she bucked against him. He slid and out of her relentlessly, a steady rhythm, not too fast or too slow. They both panted, moaning, otherwise silent. Her body arched as he brought her closer and closer to the brink, each breath becoming more ragged. In a sudden blaze, Deni shrieked as her body began to convulse about the bed, in the throes on a massive orgasm. And still, he kept pounding away like a metronome. His breathing was coming in hisses now, and his constant rhythm began to break down, as he roared his own completion. He fell against her, his head against her breast, while they both caught their breath.
“Wow,” she breathed.
“Wow is right,” he answered as he slowly stood up, “that was wild.”
“Mmmmhmmm,” she agreed still in post orgasmic bliss.
“I need to work in the morning, so I better get going.” He zipped up his pants.
“Okay sweetheart, I’ll see you when you get home from work.” She stood up and slid her naked body against him.
“Thanks for fulfilling my fantasy…Yours is next.” She murmured against his cheek as she let him out the door.
Ella and Betsy were never going to believe it.
