Chapter 37, Tit For Tat, Lover’s Spats

Enrico being married could only see me on the sly which suited me as we both were secret puppet shadows hiding affair from spouses.

Enrico worked all over Silicon Valley fixing equipment. He told me who was hiring and paying top dollar and I switched companies with a raise.

It was before cell phones. We tried CB radio contact but it was too open ended. Our arrangement settled into he called home during the day and I him only at his work number. Both paranoid we briefly mention an alignment machine needing a fix and when it would be repaired with the Holiday Inn understood. Our relationship settled into a brief phone call which resulted in a weekly noon time tryst, and on occasion a late night "date" after my swing shift. My pre planned pat excuse if questioned about coming home late was I stopped for breakfast with the girls but it never was needed.

Enrico and I drove to the Holiday Inn in separate cars and our rendezvous was not that much different than "F & F". I brought food to eat after sex for noon romps. Enrico suggested we have sex in his car. My reply was.

"No hotel, no honey".

After a few motel meetings Enrico wanted sex sans condom.

“Why aren’t you on the pill like other women? My wife’s on the pill. What makes you special? I don’t like using them.”

"Let's screw without one. I 'm sure your wife will be pleased you’re going to be a father again."

"Why don't you just take the pill?"

"Why don't you just get fixed, like my husband? You need to be snipped. Perhaps I should suggest it to your wife so she doesn’t need to take the pill every day."

Thereafter while complaining, he bought them and rolled them on.

We went for lunch now and then at a Lyons restaurant after a tryst but his nervousness made it unpleasant. In public with me he lost his alpha veneer, nervous someone might see us, think we were having an affair and tell his wife. My original suspicion he had been caught before became verified when he confessed after I asked him.

He didn’t drift randomly into my mind even though Vixen enjoyed his company. I did tell my husband an engineer was flirting. With tryst times limited and my routine normal he only worried an engineer was interested in me, not I in him.

I did tell him the engineer was reported to have an 8 inch penis and when he asked how I knew, I told him the girls at work told me and had nicked named him "Super 8". If we passed a Super 8 Motel I would say.

"Look another Super 8!"

I figured the best camouflage was having an open joke.