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  But deep down she knew what she really wanted was Thad’s hands on her, and Thad’s kisses.

  Out of the corner of her eye, she was watching him again as she danced with a new admirer, and she noticed Thad when he left the table and went into the back. She thought he was probably on his way to the men’s room, and she broke from her dance partner immediately.

  “Excuse me,” she said. Her partner looked unhappy, but she didn’t care. She made her way into the back and into a deserted hallway. She found the ladies room but it was not the ladies room she was looking for. Instead, she went past it to the men’s room. She looked around her nervously, but there was nobody around. She didn’t know what or who she might find in the men’s room but the wine gave her courage, and she pushed open the door and stepped in.

  The room was empty except for Thad at one of the sinks washing his hands. He looked up shocked.

  “Hope,” he said. For a moment he looked around as if he might have made a mistake and entered the wrong room. He looked back at him. “Damn, this is the men’s room.”

  “I know,” she said.

  “What the hell are you doing?” he asked.

  “I wanted you to know,” she said. “I’m available.”

  “You’ve available,” he said. “What are you talking about?”

  I know you broke up with your little friend, and I know you have needs. I’m available. I’ll take care of you if you want. Just say it’s for old time sake.”

  “Are you drunk or crazy, Hope? You’re in the men’s room.”

  “I know exactly where I am,” she said

  She turned to leave and he called to her. She stopped. Her heart was pounding. This was the most incredible, adventurous thing she had ever done, but she had a feeling it wouldn’t be the last. She had meant it when she told Thad that she was willing to do anything.

  “Turn around,” Thad said.

  She turned to face him. His eyes dropped to her cleavage and she could see a new spark of interest.

  “I never dreamed you’d be capable of doing anything like this.”

  “I guess I’m a desperate woman,” Hope said. “I want to please you.”

  “What if someone comes?” he asked.

  “I guess we’d better be quick.”

  She saw the interest in his eyes. He was excited about what she was doing. She was excited and scared.

  “You’re right,” he said. “I haven’t been with a woman in two weeks. But please understand, Hope. I might use you, but I still want a divorce.”

  “I understand that.”

  “And you’ll still let me fuck you?”

  She had never cared for gutter language in bed or out of bed, and she knew he had used the word fuck intentionally. He was trying to humiliate her and also trying to see how far he could go. She understood it was some kind of a test. She also realized it might be her only opportunity to win her husband back.

  “Yes.”

  He came closer, practically pinning her against the bathroom door. He kissed her, but it was not the gentle kiss of a husband. His kiss was demanding and he immediately thrust his tongue into her mouth. He lifted both hands up and peeled down the front her gown and covered her breasts with his hands. He fingered her nipples until they were achingly hard. Reaching down, he undid the buttons on his tuxedo.

  He took her hand and pressed her fingers against his cock.

  “This is a cock,” he said. “Yeah, I know you’ve felt mine before but it was always like it was a chore. Feel it now, baby. Squeeze it. Rub it. Make it really hard because I’m going to stick it in your pussy.”

  He was still talking dirty to humiliate her, but she didn’t care. She wrapped her fingers around his prick and slowly moved her hand up and down. His fat cock grew in her fingers, the loose skin tightened. He felt sweaty and hot, and it pulsated like the beat of his heart. She tried to remember the things she knew he liked. She wanted to anticipate his needs before he spoke. She wanted to show him that she wanted nothing more than to pleasure him.

  She moved her hand down lower on his shaft. Her fingertips stroked his heavy balls. She took both his balls into her hand and squeezed gently, and then moved her hand back to his shaft again. Some of his pre-lubricating cream wet her fingers.

  And then someone knocked on the door.

  Hope panicked but Thad pushed her back harder against the door and their combined weight kept it closed. A man’s low voice cursed but then they heard the footsteps going away. There was another men’s room on the second floor but they both knew they were running out of time.

  She tightened her grip around his staff and started jerking him faster. He groaned and she knew her hand would soon bring him off, but he didn’t want just a hand job. He pulled her hand away from his cock.

  “Turn around,” he commanded. “Lean against the door.”

  She did as he asked. She leaned against the door and moved her legs back a few inches and spread them. He pulled her tight dress up. She felt cold air on her bottom and she wiggled a little. She was glad she had worn the wispy black panties because it was no problem for him to move them out of the way. He moved up and pressed his swollen cock against the lips of her pussy.

  “Move back another few steps,” he said.

  She was already bent awkwardly, and stepping backwards meant she would fall if he let her. He didn’t. He moved forward again as she came back and his cock slipped easily up into her snug, wet pussy.

  “Oh,” she whispered. “Oh, that’s deep.”

  She had allowed her husband to enter her from behind before but it had never been like this. His cock head felt like it was deep in her belly. Her legs felt weak. He stood there for a few moments, just enjoying the feeling of her pussy but he couldn’t contain his excitement long. He started to thrust in and out rapidly, his heavy cum-filled balls making a slapping sound.

  She had not expected she would feel anything. Usually, it took a lot of foreplay before she could enjoy sex. She liked romance and soft music and champagne. This was like nothing she had ever imagined doing. There was nothing romantic about a men’s room.

  And yet she felt a slow tingling starting in her legs and working up through her belly and then back down to the center of her pleasure. His position put a lot of pressure in places she had never felt pressure before. The thick part of his cock popped against her most sensitive parts each time he pulled back for another thrust.

  Another few moments and she might have come, but the excitement she felt was nothing compared to what her husband felt. He began thrusting into her faster and finally there was one last deep thrust and he grunted like an animal.

  His prick began to jump inside her again and again. His cream filled her and started leaking out onto her thighs. He gave another gentle thrust and stopped.

  “Fuck,” he said.

  He slowly drew his prick out of her. She almost collapsed onto the floor. She straightened up and let her dress fall back into place. Thad had not removed her panties and now she could feel them getting wet and uncomfortable from their combined juices.

  Thad looked surprised and happy.

  “I never would have expected this of you,” he said.

  “I want to be everything you need,” Hope said.

  For a moment it looked as if he was tempted to say something else, perhaps a tender word of endearment, but instead he shook his head. He opened the door and looked out into the hallway and then told her to hurry out. It was safe now. She was back at her table before Thad appeared again.

  Amy and Jim returned from the dance floor.

  “Where have you been?” Amy said. “You almost missed the drawing. They’re giving away one of those new high powered vacuum cleaners tonight.”

  Hope smiled. . “I sure wouldn’t have wanted to miss that.”

  3.

  Despite what Thad had said about the divorce, Hope half-expected him to change his mind after what had happened in the men’s room at the country club. But he did not call and
the divorce papers remained on top of her dresser drawer like a snake about to bite. She thought of calling him but what could she say? She had already said it all, but he still wasn’t convinced.

  In the back of her mind she still had the glimmer of an idea that seemed totally outrageous, but it might be her very last chance to win Thad back.

  But she wasn’t sure how to go about putting her plan into motion.

  She knew someone who might help.

  She knew it was an act of pure desperation that made her drive downtown to the small office building where she knew the former teenage mistress of her husband worked. Amy had been a wealth of information. She parked outside and waited. At lunchtime the plump young girl came out of the building and walked next door to a sandwich shop. Hope followed. The young man had barely sat down in a booth when Hope slipped in the bench across from her.

  Up close Missy looked even less attractive. She was short and top heavy, and her face still had a few traces of teenage acne. Her teeth were not completely straight. She had a sad look about her, like a puppy that had been kicked a little too often by her master.

  She got a look of panic when she looked up at Hope.

  “I’m not going to harm you,” Hope said quickly.

  “You’re his wife,” she said. “I saw a picture of you once in the society column.”

  “Yes, I’m his wife.”

  “I’m not with him anymore,” she said.

  A Hispanic waiter came and took her order of burger and fries. Hope ordered coffee.

  “I know,” Hope said. “He told me he broke up with you.”

  Missy shrugged. “Yes. He dumped me.”

  There was bitterness in Missy’s voice and Hope understood. Thad was a dream come true to a love-starved teenager like Missy. Thad was handsome, charming, sophisticated and rich. What girl wouldn’t want to be with him?

  “So you can go away,” Missy said. “I’m no threat to you. I’m really not a threat to anyone.”

  “Why do you say that?”

  “Look at me,” Missy said. “Then go home and look into the mirror. If your husband leaves you, there are dozens of men who would desire you.”

  “I don’t want dozens of men,” Hope said. “I only want my husband.”

  “Well, he’s not with me anymore,” Missy said. “So why are you here?”

  “Because I’m trying to understand some things,” Hope said.

  “You mean, why was he with me? Why would he be interested in a chubby little girl like me?”

  “I didn’t say that.”

  “But it’s what you mean. It hurts your pride that would even think about leaving you for me. Well, I’ll relieve your mind on that score. He would have never left you for me. Men don’t marry me.”

  “Why not?” Hope said.

  “I’ve known for a long time what men are interested in about me,” Missy said bitterly.

  “So explain it to me.”

  “Come on, lady,” Missy said. “Get the hell out of here and let me eat my lunch in peace. I’m not in your league. I never will be. So go away.”

  “Please tell me what he likes to do with you,” Hope said. “I love my husband. I want to please him. If I offered you money, would you tell me?”

  Missy looked up with sudden interest. “You’ve really got it bad?”

  “Yes.”

  “Maybe you won’t like hearing what I’ve got to say.”

  “Maybe not,” Hope admitted. “But I need to hear it.”

  A manipulative, greedy look came to the young girl’s eyes. “So how much money are we talking about?”

  “How much would it take?”

  “Give me five hundred dollars and I’ll give you every dirty detail.”

  “I’ll have to draw the money out,” Hope said. “I don’t want to write you a check that Thad might see.”

  “Then let me finish my lunch and we’ll go draw some money out,” Missy said.

  …..

  The five hundred dollars cash was in Missy’s purse and they were sitting in a bar near Hope’s bank. Missy was having a gin tonic and Hope purified water. Hope wanted to make sure her head was clear for every detail. Earlier, she had asked Missy if she wanted to call her boss and make arrangements, but Missy had only shrugged.

  “Sometimes I take a really long lunch,” Missy said. “He doesn’t mind.”

  “He sounds like a considerate boss,” Hope said.

  Missy made a face. “He’s considerate as long as I suck his dick whenever his wife is out of town.”

  Missy took a long sip of gin. Then she took another. The second sip seemed more to her liking.

  “Okay,” she said. “What is it you want to know?”

  “Everything. For example, how did you and my husband meet?”

  “At a gentleman’s club,” Missy said. She saw the expression on Hope’s face and she shook her head. “Are you sure you want to hear this stuff?”

  “I have to hear everything,” Hope insisted.

  “Suit yourself. Yes, I met him at a gentleman’s club or a titty-bar if you prefer. It’s a place called Sacco’s on Fourth Street. It’s a special kind of place as men bring their wives or girlfriends and sometimes they get up and dance on the stage. There are a lot of little private booths and sometimes girls make a little extra money giving a guy a hand job in the dark.”

  “That’s what you were doing,” Hope said.

  “I’ve done it before, but that night I went with a friend. Your husband was there. With a guy named Eddie who was throwing money around. My friend and I sat at their table. My friend ended up giving Eddie a hand job while he watched the show, and I offered to give your husband one. He declined. We sat and talked for a while and then he offered to take me home. My friend was still busy with Eddie, so I shrugged and said why not.

  “In the car outside in the parking lot, your husband became a different person. He was all over me and I didn’t refuse. He pulled my clothes off and fucked me in the front seat and then he pulled out and came all over my face. I knew then he was going to be the kind of man who liked to treat women rough and humiliate them. I didn’t care. He was the best looking man I had ever been with.”

  “Plus, he had money,” Hope said.

  “You’re damn right,” Missy said. “I like money.”

  Hope thought over what Missy had told her. Her husband had never even suggested that he come in her face, but she knew that a facial was very popular in the porn movies. It was something to think about. If he wanted to come on her, she would have preferred having it on her breasts, but if he wanted her face … she would not have refused.

  But he hadn’t asked.

  Damn him, Hope thought. He could have asked. She would not have refused.

  “So how did the relationship develop,” Hope asked.

  “Relationship?” Missy made a choking sound. “You think we had a relationship. That’s a fucking trip. Women like me don’t have relationships with men.”

  “So how did you two become an item?” Hope insisted.

  “Because I let him know right away that he could do anything to me he wished without any resistance on my part. Men get off on having that kind of power.”

  Mentally, Hope made a note. Power. Thad liked power. She had never discussed anything like that with him, but it hadn’t been she wasn’t willing. Thad had always polite and respectful to her, but maybe that was part of the problem. She had not given him the opportunity to act like an animal.

  “So tell me more,” Hope said.

  “He took my number that night, but he didn’t call me for a few days. Then the phone rang and he was on the other end. He asked me to come to a certain address. It was his office. I took a second to think about it and then I went. It was his lunch hour. There was nobody in the lobby. I went in. He went to his couch and picked up a pillow and dropped it on the floor.”

  “A pillow?” Hope asked.

  “For my knees,” Missy said. “He was always considerate that way.”


  “I see,” Hope said.

  “There was no need for conversation. I knew why he had called me. I got down on my knees and he took his cock out and I started sucking him. He came in my mouth. I swallowed. He told me he’d call me, and I left.”

  “Just like that,” Hope said.

  Missy shrugged. “I know what men want from me.”

  Hope took a deep breath. Thad’s cock had been in her mouth a few times, but she had never sucked him all the way. She had certainly never swallowed. He had never asked. He had always pulled out and then it went into her pussy. She thought of it as foreplay, just a part of the familiar process that led to lovemaking.

  Except Thad might have craved coming in her mouth, but again he never told her.

  “So what then?” Hope asked.

  “He called me a few times and I went to his office and serviced him. But people started noticing me coming in so he decided to rent a small apartment near his office. He bought me some lingerie and toys and gave me a cell phone. He called me whenever he had a free moment. I never knew what kind of mood he was going to be in, but a lot of times he was frustrated by work and he was rough.” Missy finished off her drink. “To make a long story short, Mrs. Wainwright, your husband fucked me every way he could think of. He was an animal. Sometimes he left me with bruises and I didn’t care. I hated it when he dumped me and I’d go back to him now if he’d have me, on my hands and knees.”

  Hope could tell the young woman meant it.

  “I grew up on the wrong side of the tracks,” Missy continued. “I was not pretty. I was not classy. I was a girl boys used for their pleasure. Your husband saw it immediately and he took advantage.”

  “You make him sound so predatory,” Hope said, shivering.

  “He is a predator,” Missy said. “Most men are. Even now you’re still asking yourself what he could possibly want with me. I’m dull. I don’t look all that good in fancy clothes or lingerie or naked. You’re still asking what he could want with me.”

  Hope didn’t answer, but it was true.

  “And I’m explaining that it was control. He had no emotional involvement with me. I was just a little bitch he could use to get his jollies. He put me up in a cramped little apartment and he came by when he wanted. There wasn’t a lot of conversation. Two minutes after he opened the door, I was usually swallowing his cum or taking it in the ass. Have you ever had it in the ass, Mrs. Wainwright?”