The Other Other Woman (7 page)

I don’t think she bought it, but like a good friend, she never let on.

Once a few days had passed with no concerned phone calls from my in-laws, I felt safe to tell Matt what had happened. He agreed that this was only the sort of thing that could happen to me, and we both got a good laugh out of it. Lucky for him, it didn’t discourage me from sending him future pictures. I was just very careful not to ever use that app again.

I was finding my confidence and becoming so sexually charged by him now, saying and discussing things I would have never considered before. I liked to joke with him that I couldn’t wait to wrap my legs around his neck when I saw him, just to get a rise out of him. When he would ask me what I was up to at night, I would tell him I was just thinking about him and wishing he was lying there on top of me. His reply back was
On top of, next to, underneath, on every side, it’s going to be great, babe. Miss you and want you xoxo.
I told him I missed him every single day, and I did. I really did. And there was no doubt that I wanted him desperately. He seemed to feel the same way.

Our conversations may have been like one big dick tease, but I was starting to worry about his actual expectations for when we finally saw each other again. I really didn’t know if I could be an adulterer. That sounded so filthy and depraved. I definitely wanted to sleep with him, more than anything. But wanting to and actually going through with it were two different things. I had a constant internal struggle going on because I still considered myself to be a very honest, moral person. Judgmental of others who weren’t, in fact. Yet I knew that as soon as I saw him, well, I was going to be on him like flies on shit. But I didn’t even have a separation agreement in place yet. He was obviously still going home to his wife every night. How could we do this? Did he forget that we were married to other people again? I couldn’t blame him. It was easy to do, given how wrapped up we were in each other.

After several more indecent conversations that left us both practically basking in the afterglow in our offices, I finally broke it to him. “Matt, you know we can’t do that this time, right babe? You know, when you come up here… I mean, you know how bad I want you, I do, but we can’t… can we?”

“What? Make love?” he asked.

I’m pretty sure that in my head I just fell out of my chair and roared with laughter. Oh my God, did he really just call it that? Who, other than old people, calls it that anymore? Oh… wait… go on.

“Uh huh…”

“Yeah, I don’t know, sweetie,” he replied. “I’d have to think about that. That’s a really big step.” He didn’t sound that convinced, looking back.

“Look, I definitely want to see you. I cannot freaking wait to see you and get my hands on you, to be perfectly honest. I’m going to eat your gorgeous face when you get here, but I don’t know about… that… yet”

“I just want to spend some time with you, Mal,” he replied. “To kiss you, and see what happens. You know that I’m crazy about you, but I have no other expectations, okay? We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.”

“Do you still have that scruff on your face like before? You are going to have to shave that. You know I have sensitive skin!” I warned him.

“No, ma’am. It’s gone… I got rid of it weeks ago.”

“Okay, good, because even a little bit of stubble will scratch my face all to pieces.”

“If I have to stop and shave in a restroom sink, I will do that for you, sweetie.”

“This is going to be one hell of a built up kiss, isn’t it?” I teased. “It better be good.”

“Oh, it will be. I already know that. Who knows, it may end up being incendiary.”

I found him so incredibly sexy when he used big words. Especially when I could understand them.

“Maybe we should plan an activity or something, so we can spend some time together outside,” he suggested. “Aren’t there a bunch of wineries out near Burlington toward Greensboro? Or we could go shopping at the outlets?”

As long as you don’t mind me kissing you in public, repeatedly
, I thought to myself. After all, I did want to make out with him at least a little. I agreed that either of those would be a great idea, but that they might add considerable travel time.

“Let me check out some places and I’ll get back to you,” he offered.

“Okay, you just tell me where to be.” God bless that man for always taking control of everything.

“Hey, Matt?”

“Yeah, sweetie?”

“I just can’t wait to see you,” I gushed.

“Ahhh, me too, sweetie,” he sighed. “I feel like a lovesick teenager!”

He found a little family-owned winery that was almost midway between here and Burlington. Perfect. The plan was that he would drive up on a Sunday and spend the night in a hotel in Burlington. I would take the day off of work Monday and drive out to the winery to meet him once he was done with his appointment. That would give us a few hours together before he had to head home. I didn’t know how I was going to survive the next six days until he got here.

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Each morning was a new text.

6 more days until I see you!

5 more days until I kiss you!

4 more days until I hump your leg, LOL!

3 more days XOXO!

2 more days OMG!!!!

The day before he was supposed to drive up, the plan changed slightly. He called me that morning. “You know, I was just thinking… Why am I spending the night in Burlington? Couldn’t I just stay in Raleigh tomorrow night and drive out to Burlington first thing Monday morning? It’s only an hour or so, right?”

“Yeah, I would say so, depending on if you stay somewhere right off of 40,” I replied. “But that’s taking you a little out of the way, isn’t it?”

“Yep.”

It took me a minute. “Wait… If you stayed in Raleigh that means that you would be spending the night like 10 minutes from my house.”

“Why, yes ma’am, it does.”

“I see.”

“Depending on what time I get there, perhaps you would like to come visit me for a little while tomorrow evening before we hit the winery Monday?”

“Are you serious? ‘Would like to’ would be a bit of an understatement, don’t you think?” I fussed.

“Well, I plan to be there around 7 p.m.”

“Well, then I plan to see you at 7:05 p.m.”

I had full custody of my kids at this time. My ex was staying in an extra bedroom at a friend’s house and was not in any shape for me to be asking any favors. I told the first of what would be many lies to my mother; she was going to be spending that Sunday with us anyway. I told her Brady had asked if I wanted to get some dinner Sunday night, (something we did fairly often anyway) and would she mind staying to watch the girls for a little while? She was happy to do it.

I forewarned Matt that it was no problem for me to get away, but I only had a short amount of time and I had to basically come “as is.” My mother would certainly raise an eyebrow if I was getting changed into some whorish get-up to go out to dinner with my gay boyfriend. He assured me that I could wear a burlap sack and it would be fine with him, as long as he got to see me.

I woke up Sunday morning with a giant smile across my face. 12 hours. I was finally going to see him in 12 hours. I went about my day as usual with my kids, trying to stay as busy as possible. I couldn’t believe I managed to be around my mother all day long without giving it away somehow. I was absolutely about to burst in anticipation of seeing him again. I couldn’t wait to see his dimpled grin when we laid eyes on each other and to finally feel his lips against mine, knowing that this time we were so much more than work friends.

12:18 p.m.: Hitting the road, babe, see you in 6 hours…

12:19 p.m.: Drive faster.

Mom and I had gone to the pool with the girls that afternoon, so I had the perfect excuse to take a shower and redo my hair and make-up. My outfit was typical for a hot summer weekend, fitted aqua V-neck tee and white capri jeans with my black wedge sandals. And with white jeans, well, I had no choice but to wear a lacy light pink thong; but I wasn’t planning on letting him see that this soon.

It was about 5:30 p.m. when I heard from him, he had just passed Greensboro and had made reservations at a Holiday Inn Express on I-40, which was not far from my house. I probably could have waited until he at least got to the hotel and got checked in, but I was so excited that I left when he was still about 10 minutes away. Then I had to drive around aimlessly trying to calm my nerves until he finally texted me the room number.

6:37 p.m.: Room 207… see you there

I pulled into the parking lot and smiled like a maniac when I spotted his Georgia plates parked there too. My heart was racing uncontrollably when I ran in and pushed the elevator button multiple times.
HURRY UP HURRY UP HURRY UP!!!
I hung a left off the elevator and as I approached his door I noticed he had left it cracked open for me. I didn’t want to barge in, so I knocked quietly and nervously yelled out “ROOM SERVICE!”

He was already laughing when he came to the door, and he pulled me inside so quickly that my sunglasses on top of my head flew to the floor. My heart leapt as soon as my eyes met his; he was even more handsome than I remembered.

“Well, hello, Miss Mallory.”

I started to answer, “Hey Troub…” but he had already taken my face firmly in his hands and drew me in for a kiss. First a couple of sweet little brushes across the lips that were nothing short of delicious, and then he swept his tongue into my mouth and pulled me up tight against his chest for a long, deep kiss.

It was like no kiss I had ever had before, with a deliberate intensity that made it clear a kiss like this couldn’t exist between people who were actually married to each other. His tongue was gigantic, surprisingly so. It filled my entire mouth, leaving me lightheaded and practically gasping for air yet desperate to go back for more of his sweet taste.

As our lips finally parted, he made a motion to politely pick up my sunglasses from behind us, but I forcefully pushed his arms back, and with a muffled “LEAVE THEM,” I grabbed the back of his head and went in for another. I wrapped my arms around his neck and we collapsed on the bed next to us. He placed his hands securely around my hips, “Here, babe, come sit next to me,” and set me beside him on the edge of the bed. That was all fine and dandy, but I proceeded to grab him by the ass and pull him right on top of me instead.

We both giggled as we continued to kiss and wiggle ourselves closer to the middle of the mattress. I wrapped my legs around him while we lay there, grinding into each other and making out like two teenagers in love. He removed my T-shirt within minutes and then his own. I immediately pointed out his farmer’s tan (he said it was from his cycling shirt) and ran my fingers over his meaty biceps and down the very prominent veins his arms. His arms were fantastic, strong and lean and currently unhooking my bra… But his chest… oh his chest made me weak. I pressed my face right into the top of it and inhaled deeply. He smelled so, so good. Clean, with a hint of Tide, which just happens to be my favorite laundry detergent. I began running my hands through his chest hair. It was also salt and pepper, more gray than black, which I found extremely sexy. I could feel him bear down harder into my hips as I began to give him little kisses all over his chest. Moving my hands lower, his stomach was defined but not too taut, and the slight softness of it felt so good as I lay back and let him press against my bare belly with his.

I didn’t even tense up as he casually tossed my bra on to the floor. He put those gorgeous fingers all over my breasts and gently squeezed them, taking each one in his warm mouth and licking and kissing them with great care.
Why did I try to avoid this for 22 years again!?
He ran his firm hands all up and down my chest from the top of the waistline on my pants to the dips in my shoulders and then around my back, which sent a tingle right down to my toes. We continued to kiss each other and roll around the bed for several minutes. Then he paused for a moment, looking into my eyes with a sexy stare and whispered, “I want to taste you.”

He backed off the bed and very kindly removed my sandals for me, complimenting my hot pink pedicure. I couldn’t take my eyes off him as he bent down in front of me and ran a slow finger around my waistband. He unbuttoned and unzipped my capris and began to leisurely shimmy them down off my hips, taking his time to kiss my stomach as his hands drew them lower and lower. They were rolled up on my calves tightly at the bottom. Running had given me very solid calves. I don’t think he was expecting the argument he was getting from them as he tried to peel them off my legs. I started giggling and asked him, “Are you having some trouble, trouble?” Finally, when he muttered, “Where the hell did you get these pants?!” I jumped up to help him take them completely off. He was delighted by the thong that he wasn’t supposed to see this soon. He grabbed me by the ass and pulled me in tight for another deep kiss, just before sliding that off too. Then he picked me up and tossed me playfully back down on the bed. I reveled in how fun we were together.
This is how it’s supposed to be
, I thought.

He settled in beside me and explored every contour of my now bare-naked body with his hands. He was still in his cargo shorts. As I clutched his sides and pulled him closer to me, I could see the waistline of his black boxer briefs and feel the firmness in his pants pressed up against my thigh. I was so curious, but I didn’t want to put my hands on him just yet. I didn’t want to seem too aggressive, plus I was enjoying letting him set the pace for now. He circled over my breasts again with his mouth and ran his hands all over my legs and around my ass and thighs, spreading them apart just slightly. He lowered his body further down the bed as he finally began to slide his fingers down inside me. A soft moan escaped my lips as he stroked me, filling me with desire for him. I had been waiting for months for him to touch me there; I was already so wet for him. He shot me a glance and murmured, “Excited to see me?”