In January 1981, hubby switched jobs
to work for a national company requiring travel. His "swinging" was
limited to pornographic videos, Beta no less.
Memories of Edward and even Enrico flashed unexpectedly before me. I started to play with myself on the bed in the morning thinking of how Edward would stare from between my knees and spur me to climax. The words, "I am bored, bored, bored", echoed as I stared at the drizzle outside the window. I missed the excitement of two men. I had a fever, the wanton fever.
As the good wife character effaced Erica urged me on when I confessed to her. She knew "A. T." was faltering and asked me to accompany her dancing at The Corral, a country western bar, when her husband went out of town. I agreed to go, just for dancing, if hubby was on an overnight business trip too. It was early summer before they were both out of town.
Erica and I went shopping. Hot pants
were in and she bought one which showed cheek and a slinky see through blouse
so the cowboys could see her bra and front end assets. I purchased a flair
skirt for dance twirling, lacy peasant blouse and 3 inch pumps with gold bow.
We bought red bikini panties, wore
red lipstick and had our nails painted red. I put on large gold hoop earrings
from belly dancing days and Enrico's trophy ring but we both kept our wedding
As we entered the country western
bar I reminded myself dancing would be exciting enough but as soon as we sat
cowboys showed up at our table insisting on buying drinks. Knowing it was not
the place to order wine or a Singapore Sling I ordered gin and tonic and Erica
After two drinks I agreed to a fast
dance request with Alabama playing but
sat out the slow ones until It’s Like We
Never Said Goodbye by Crystal Gayle and a looking cowboy asked. In addition
he met other requirements, no cowboy hat, big silver belt buckle or cowboy
boots. On the dance floor I was shocked to see another married woman I knew who
was also bar hopping sans husband. She came over and told me she never expected
to see me there. I didn’t like my image questioned and wanted to leave but
Erica had someone at the table she was sweet talking.
"Good Looking" sat down
and bought another round, my third. Once the drinks were gone Erica took me to
the ladies room.
“Here, take this honey, better safe
She handed me a little box of 3 Trojan condoms.
“You’re joking. I don’t need them.”
I put them in my purse.
Back at the table Erica announced we
were going to get coffee. Getting up, I kept my hands to elbows so "Good
Looking" wouldn’t try to hold my hand as we exited. Erica drove and her
newest conquest clambered in front next to her. "Good Looking" opened
the back door and slid next to me once I was in.
He put his arm around me and tried to kiss but I turned, opened the window and looked out. Instead of coffee Erica drove to a secluded spot she knew and parked without answering my question of where was the coffee. She turned around, looked back over the seat.
"Don't do anything nasty."
She wasted no time doing so going from kissing to sex under the steering wheel.
I let “Good Looking” kiss me while
listening to crickets chirping from the open window. We started slow but with
drinks my resistance was down. Erica doing it up front also aroused me. He
turned me toward him, lifted my blouse and the cups of my bra to get to my
breasts and sucked on the nipples until he thought me warmed up. He then opened
his car door and pulled me down on the seat and lifted my skirt up around my
My legs were spread from the seat
crevice to the seat edge as he pulled the panty crotch aside to reach my
vagina. He had a clever tongue and twirled my clitoris as I looked at the car
ceiling. I remembered high school lover's lane nights with my fiancé and knew
this would end differently.
I struggled for a comfortable
position, clothes twisted around me, semi open, ankles dangling outside.
Technically I was still fully dressed. He hurried his advances, afraid he
wouldn’t get it if he tarried. Up front they were already rocking the car.
After a couple last nipple kisses and clitoris tongue twirls he got out, pulled
his pants and underwear down to his ankles, and tried to enter me.
Instead while he was fumbling with his pants I pulled Erica’s condom package from my purse and held it up.
"No rubber, no honey."