Swinging Saved Our Marriage (2 page)

The sun had just set and the parking lot was empty enough that no one bothered them as they made out like horny high-schoolers. She was wearing a light jacket over her peach sweater and he slipped his hand inside it, cupping her breast. He probably couldn’t feel much through her sweater and lightly padded bra, but
she
felt something. Her body responded to his touch. It was hot to be illicitly groped like that right there in the parking lot. Bill pulled his lips from hers and sucked hard enough on her neck for Kyra to whisper, “Be careful.” The last thing she needed was for him to leave a mark!  He did have nice lips and his kisses on her neck made her yearn for more. Her pulse was pounding and she was getting damp down below. It didn’t help that drinking had always made her an easy mark.

Going back to college, Kyra always got frisky when she’d had too much to drink. She was in that state when she first met Ethan, and let him drag her back to his off-campus apartment. She had left him satisfied that first night, but she was also impressed that he didn’t try to sleep with her. He might have been successful if he’d tried.

Bill tried slipping his hand under her sweater and that’s when she brought things to a halt. If they hadn’t been standing out in public, maybe she wouldn’t have had the willpower, but she was not going to go any further in public. “Bill, don’t,” she’d breathed, putting her hand over his. He made another half-hearted attempt, then stopped.

“Sorry,” he said. “I don’t know what came over me.” Kyra knew exactly what came over him, because she was feeling the same way, but one of them had to assert their sanity.

“It’s okay,” she said, kissing him. They said an awkward goodbye, then she sat in the minivan for another twenty minutes before she felt like she could drive. She hoped breath mints hid the alcohol on her breath and went straight upstairs when she got home, telling Ethan she did not feel well.

Kyra could have just chalked it up to drunken foolishness if things had ended there, but their make-out session only seemed to inflame Bill, and his advances became stronger. Something had been touched inside her as well and, to her shame, she encouraged his advances even more. The next day he sent her an email:

            Kyra,

            Last night was amazing. You have no idea how much I wanted to pull you into the back seat and take you. I could tell you wanted it to by your kisses. Touching you like that was even better than I imagined. I couldn’t take my mind off you all night. I couldn’t stop thinking about what it would be like to touch you without clothes in the way, to kiss your soft skin everywhere. I don’t think I can look at you now without imagining how you’d look in the heat of passion!  Don’t try to tell me you’re not feeling it too!  I can’t wait to do it again.

Bill

When she read that email, and a strong need and dread surged through her simultaneously. Obviously this was no longer an innocent office flirtation. Despite the fact she was playing with fire, Kyra could not help herself and replied to the email, telling Bill that she had been thinking about him as well and wondering what it would be like to have him inside her. It was an incredible thrill for someone who never did the wrong thing. She kept their relationship at erotically charged emails for the next several weeks, although she did start dressing differently for work, wearing tops that would show off her breasts, which she considered her best asset. She was lucky they stayed perky after her pregnancies, and even grew a little, although she did not need the help. She had been a solid C-cup since she was a freshman in high school. She’d always had a nice, round ass too, although these days she wished it were a little smaller. Her flirtation with Bill actually got her to drag out her old exercise videos and started working again to get in the shape she truly wanted to be in.

“Are you still with me?” Melanie asked. Kyra was so caught up in reliving her misdeeds that she forgot her friend was even talking.

“Sorry, I was lost for a second there.”

“You looked like you were a million miles away. You’re right, I don’t think Ethan needs all the details, but if you’re going to confess, you need to make sure you tell him enough that it qualifies as the truth. If more comes out later, or he finds out some other way, it will be worse.”

“You’re right. Don’t worry, I still love Ethan and I will do whatever it takes to make sure my marriage is whole.”

“Be careful when you say
anything
. Ethan could come up with some crazy punishment.”

“Ethan would never hurt me, even though I’ve hurt him. He’s just not vindictive,” Kyra said, looking at her watch. “Wow, we’ve been here way too long.”

Melanie checked the time on her cell phone. “I told Jack I would be home a half hour ago!”

The women quickly finished their drinks and grabbed their things. As Kyra worked her minivan into traffic, she thought about exactly what she was going to tell her husband. She resolved to do it tonight, before she lost her nerve. If Melanie knew everything that had happened, Kyra was sure her friend would never counsel her to tell Ethan
everything
.

Melanie only knew about everything that led to the kissing outside the pub. The truth was that Bill had lured her out once more, and that time things got out of hand.

After weeks of pleading from Bill, Kyra finally relented and agreed to go to lunch with him. It was just the Thursday before. He drove and she didn’t realize they weren’t heading toward a restaurant until he turned in to the parking lot of the Sheridan near the airport. She sat with her hands clasped in her lap and would not look at him. Finally, he said, “Kyra.”

“Bill, what are we doing here?”

“Isn’t that obvious?”

“But we shouldn’t. We never talked about this.”

“I know, but I thought if we did, you would get scared and turn me down flat. I know you want this, Kyra. You’re just afraid.” He took her hand.

“For good reason. We’re both married, Bill. We both have kids.”

“And no one will ever know about this. I know you’re not happy. I haven’t made love to Julie in months. This is just for us, Kyra.”

“Bill, I don’t know.”

Before she could say anymore, he pulled her into a hot kiss and she did not hesitate this time. She responded wholeheartedly. Honestly, just sitting in the parking lot and considering going up to a hotel room with Bill had her heart pounding. Deep down, underneath the girl who always did the right thing, was a bad girl dying to break out. She was a girl who had sexual fantasies full of danger and forbidden excitement, of things she could never tell her husband. It was that girl that kept kissing Bill, then told him to park the car.

Bill already had a keycard, so they went straight through the lobby and up the elevator to the room, which held two double beds and a long, low dresser and a small sitting area with a loveseat and desk. The bathroom was larger than she expected and she locked herself in, telling him she wanted to freshen up. She checked her hair and make-up, but really she needed to steel herself. She wanted this, but fear gripped her stomach and she couldn’t decide if she should run from the room or go out there and tear Bill’s clothes off. It had been a long time since she had been the sexual aggressor. She came out of the bathroom and stood in the short corridor, halfway between the bedroom and the door and he called to her.

The room was unnaturally quiet and she bent over between the beds to turn on the clock radio on the nightstand. It was just another stalling tactic, but she didn’t know what else to do. She was waiting for him to make the first move. Kyra found an adult contemporary station and when she straightened up, Bill was standing behind her. He put one arm around her waist and handed her one of those tiny bottles of whiskey from the mini bar. It burned her throat, but she drank it down and felt its warmth spread through her chest. He was kissing the back of her neck and chills went down her spine. She closed her eyes, leaned into him and only released as he unbuttoned her shirt and she felt his warm hand on her stomach. She was self-conscious about the shape of her tummy these days, but Bill’s soft lips on her neck helped her put that out of her mind. When her fitted blouse was unbuttoned, he pulled it apart and caressed her from her stomach to just below her breasts. Kyra shivered every time his fingers brushed the cups of her lacy, ivory bra and she wished he would go higher. She was not wearing one of her plain, padded white bras, and she couldn’t help but wonder if she
wanted
something to happen when she'd dressed that morning.

Kyra moaned softly when Bill finally cupped her breast and kneaded it. She just knew he could feel her hard nipple pressing into his palm and it was confirmed when he gave it a light pinch through her bra. They were a very pale pink, almost a pastel, and puffed out from the tips of her breasts. It was embarrassing because if she was not wearing a padded bra and became chilly, or aroused, it was patently obvious, even through a sweater. She loved having her nipples teased, but Bill only spent a moment there before going back to massaging her whole breast and then working on the other. Too many men, in her experience, were too rough and ready to maul her breasts rather than gently tease them.

Bill concentrated on getting her black slacks unsnapped. She was rubbing her ass back against his crotch and could feel his erection through the fabric and she was excited to know she’d caused it. She almost unsnapped her slacks herself out of frustration, but he finally got it and slipped his hand down inside them. Her slacks were tight, tighter than she would have liked, but he still worked his hand down and rubbed her through her silky panties. God, she was already so wet. He pressed his fingers against her mound and she jumped, unprepared for the feeling that surged through her. Kyra bit her lip, but couldn’t keep quiet as he rubbed her down there. She grew weak in the knees and turned in his arms, pulling his lips to hers. She couldn’t just stand there anymore while he touched her.

Tugging his orange polo shirt out of his pants, she pulled it over his head, then fell right back into his arms. His chest was nice, with a sprinkling of hair, which she ran her hands through while they kissed. He eased her back, and when she felt the bed against the backs of her knees and pulled him down to it. Bill was draped over her, with a leg between hers, and tilted her head back so he could kiss and suckle her neck. He had trouble with her bra clasp. She did help this time because she had no patience. She threw her bra to the side and he cupped both breasts while going back and forth, kissing them both. His lips kept brushing across her nipples, driving her mad. She wished he would take one in his mouth and suck on it. With her hand behind his head he finally got the point, but he suckled her more gently than she would have liked.

Still, she was burning inside and thought of nothing besides their coupling. Together they worked her slacks down to her knees, dragging her panties with them. The silky hair over her mound was so fine and sparse, Kyra never had to do anything with it and Bill had no problem finding her lips down there and slipping a finger between them. She cried out and gripped him tightly to her breast when he pushed his finger deep inside her.

Bill added a second finger and she worked her hips to meet his movements. She was so drenched she could hear her pussy wetly sucking his fingers inside her. It had been so long since she’d felt like this!  She hadn’t wanted it so badly in such a long time. Kyra pulled at his khakis and had to roll him onto his side to get his belt and pants unfastened. He stopped touching her long enough to help get his pants off and she kicked out of hers as well. Suddenly, they were both naked on the bed.

Being nude in front of Bill gave her pause. It was the first time in years that any man other than her husband was seeing her naked, and her body had been very different then. But Bill was not deterred and that made her want him even more. Seeing his lust for her was the perfect aphrodisiac. But guilt tugged at her heart when she thought of Ethan. She shouldn’t be doing this. She knew that, but the need had become so strong it was too hard to deny. They lay side by side on the bed, only inches apart, kissing and touching each other. Kyra wrapped her hand around his cock and found it hot and hard. He was slender and long. What would he feel like inside her? The thought of Bill actually fucking her added more guilt, but then he was curving his fingers inside her, finding her g-spot and she couldn’t think clearly. She did not
want
to think clearly. Her mind was spinning, her entire body seemed to crackle with energy and she felt her climax closing on her.