HAIR DO
Jeannie has a poor sense of timing. Or maybe she has an exquisite sense of timing and I just don't appreciate it.
She had just got herself nicely adjusted on top of me and was dreamily rotating her hips to get me stirring around inside her. That's her favorite position and from the way she had so patiently inserted me and slowly slid down until she had a hundred fifty percent of me involved, I knew I was in for a long delicious treatment before being allowed my night's sleep.
"Darling, I kissed my boss today."
That got my attention but I allowed a full minute before responding. She continued with her slow hypnotic Hula, raising herself occasionally to peer down and inspect my rigid shaft. "I suppose that sort of thing is going on all over town this National Secretary's Week." I finally mumbled, placing my hands on her hips and forcing her back down. "Tell me about it."
"Well, he took me to lunch at Diamond Jim's and after, when we got in his car, he leaned toward me and I turned toward him and met him half way. It started as a friendly peck but neither of us backed off." A slight smile appeared on her lips as she shifted from the rotary stirring to brisk forward an back trot.
"And?" I prompted.
She paused and closed her eyes as I sensed the beginning of mild contractions of her inner muscles. "He dropped his hand to the inside of my thigh."
"Which you immediately removed." I suggested.
"No.. I did place my hand on top of his and kept it from moving up but I didn't remove it. In fact I crossed my legs to trap both our hands so he couldn't remove his." She sat up straight and leaned back until I feared she might snap me off at the root.
"Whoa there!" I slid my hands up her back and pulled her upright. "And then you went down to the Brookside Motel and rumpled some sheets."
"No, silly. You know I wouldn't do that without clearing it with you first." In one smooth maneuver, she dropped forward onto me and rolled us over then wrapped her legs around my hips and began hammering on my ass with her heels .
Three minutes later we were fighting for breath and bathed in perspiration. I turned toward her and planted a kiss on her left breast, followed by one for her right. Damn, they are both so beautiful.
"I suppose you are referring to that conversation we had about forty years ago?" I said.
"Darling, it was exactly twelve years ago. Forty years ago I wasn't born yet. But yes, maybe we should continue that discourse."
We both knew and understood the reference. Jeannie had rejected my proposal for marriage but agreed eagerly to a less binding proposition and moved in with me the day I graduated college. "But I'm not your love slave or anyone else's." She had stated firmly. "It would ruin my sex life to feel I was obligated to restrict all expression of affection to just one person. At present I have no desire for sex with anyone but you but I still like and even love many people and who knows how I might wish to express it thirty years from now."
A year later she relented and agreed to a simple civil ceremony and when Timmy entered elementary school she went back to work as secretary for Roger Blackford. We did need the second income. Roger and his wife Esther live just three blocks from us and we met at a homeowners association get-together. He is a large but not excessively overweight man, slightly balding but quite handsome while Esther is a tall thin woman who invariably appears to have just left the hairdresser's. Since Jeannie began working for Roger, we've all become good friends, share a babysitter while we have dinner-out together about once a week or take a turn at serving dinner at home. We've also gone skiing together a few times. This report of Jeannie's is the first indication of any possible personal involvements.
I tried to imagine Roger and Jeannie together in bed. I was slightly ashamed to find I did not find the picture altogether repulsive. I tried to imagine Roger and Esther together in bed. That was more difficult. How would he manage to not mess up that fantastic hair-do? I tasted again the sweet salt of my beloved's body and went to sleep.
Friday was our turn to host dinner so I fed Timmy early, walked him down to the Blackford's and brought Roger and Esther back to a ton of Jeannie's special Lasagne and a gallon of cheap red. We all ate too much and the gallon was down to a few drops when Jeannie gathered up the plates and I retired to the den to make up some after-dinner drinks.
I had just finished arranging four Rob Roys on the coffee table when Esther came in. "Jeannie has Roger helping with the dishes." She announced. "Do you think it's safe to leave them together?"
"Well, Jeannie's on the pill and that's about as much safe as I'd vouch for." I quipped.
"Yes, aren't we all these days." She picked up one of the glasses. "But I think Roger is developing a more than platonic interest in her."
"She's mentioned something about that - and it's not all one way."
Esther took a sip of her drink and looked at me over the rim of her glass. "And what did you have to say about that?"
"I didn't have anything to say about that." I smiled. "We went all over the matter years ago and concluded that love, sex, marriage and friendship should not be fenced off into tight little compartments, separated from each other. They're all part of the beautiful soup of life and we should have the intelligence to enjoy them in almost any combination without destroying the individual flavors. I can tell you one thing about Jeannie though; she won't be leading Roger off to bed without your blessing."
Esther looked into her Rob Roy and shook her head slightly. "If only Roger and I'd had the intelligence to have such a discussion. It would have saved us a lot of trouble when I had my affair. We got all tangled up in how we thought we were expected to react rather than how we wanted to handle it. It took us months to discover that Roger was actually happy for me - that I'd had a joyful experience. Of course by then we'd destroyed the beauty of it." She put down her glass and picked up the remaining two. "Well, I'd better take these to the others - and give them my blessing."
I barely recognized her when she returned. Gone was the towering hair-do and a bushel of rich
auburn hair cascaded down to her shoulder blades. She grinned at my amazed expression. "I noticed your quizzical glances at the coiffure all evening and could see your were wondering if it could be an obstacle."
There was humor in her smile as she took the glass from my hand and placed it beside hers on the coffee table before turning to me and pressing her breast against my chest. "Surely you didn't expect me to spend the rest of the evening just getting smashed with you on this ruined Scotch while those two are upstairs having a ball?"
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