Insatiable-Part 1
The text, as usual, was short and sweet. It simply gave a time and a place that we were to meet. I smiled discreetly and cleared the screen before my husband noticed. Not that he would have. I was always on my phone, and anyway, he was unaware of my extra-curricular activities and in a pretty heavy state of denial about our relationship as a whole.
It was more than a little annoying, his inability to pick up on what should have been obvious at least on some level, but whatever. I had more important things on my mind at the moment and I had to start getting ready. I mentally dialed through the excuses I had used most recently, trying to settle on one I knew he'd buy and that also would give me more than enough time.
"Crap!" I said loudly. He glanced over at me but did not pause the video game he was engrossed in. "What's wrong?" he asked, eyes darting back to the television.
"I forgot to fax my boss my time log for the pay period. If I don't do it tonight I won't get paid!" I answered semi-frantically, playing it up just enough to get away with it. My office was half an hour away and provided the perfect time frame. I probably needn't have bothered, time wasn't something he paid attention to. Especially when he had pot and video games to occupy his.
"You can't do it tomorrow?" He offhandedly asked, the true source of his focus clear as he yelled out "NOOO!" in the direction of the television. I rolled my eyes and continued laying out my alibi.
"Payroll closes tomorrow morning, I have to do it now," I finished, kicking down the footrest on the love seat and scooting off of it. I stood up and he finally paused the game to look up at me.
"Do you want me to go with you?" He asked, blatantly insincere, as I knew he had no desire to leave the house and his PS3. Which was fine, his presence was neither desired nor welcome.
"Nope. I'm good, do you want me to pick up dinner on the way home? I doubt I'll want to cook," I offered, knowing that would buy me more time and that later the food would distract from any unwelcome questions. It was telling how much effort I put into this subterfuge.
"Yeah, sure. Be careful please," he lectured lazily before again turning his attention back to his game and Kobe or Lebron, or whomever was currently "playing". I rolled my eyes into my head again.
I walked back to the bedroom, a smile playing on my lips. Even though this was not the first time, somehow it always felt like it. My heart was beating faster, I felt lighter and happier just knowing I was going to get to see him. I would have liked to have worn something slutty, but somehow I didn't think my husband, unaware as he was, would understand my leaving the house to go to "work" in a short skirt and low cut top. So I settled on a pair of tight white capris and a purple t-shirt that was tight without being ridiculous. It was something I wore all the time and was therefore inconspicuous but still looked good on me. I changed and ran a brush through my long brown hair and touched up my make-up a bit before deciding I looked presentable enough. I stopped briefly to give my husband a peck on the cheek, slip on my flip flops and grab my keys before heading to the garage and my car.
The text had directed me to a movie theater in town, the matinee movie being one I had already seen as it had been out for several weeks. A perfect choice I thought, nothing like time alone in the dark in a hopefully deserted theater. I paid for my ticket and briskly followed the signs to the correct auditorium. The lights were just bright enough for me to spot him sitting in the middle of the back row, looking at his phone. When he sensed my presence he lifted his head in my direction and our eyes met. Even at the distance we connected and a smile took over both our faces.
I climbed the stairs to the row of seats and he stood to greet me with a big hug. I sighed with contentment into his chest as I breathed him in. It felt so safe and warm to be in his arms again and when I felt his erection already growing against my hip I felt wanted and wet too. It was a wonderful, magical feeling that I never tired of. After a minute or two we reluctantly disentangled ourselves and sat down. I pulled up the armrest that separated us so we could sit directly next to one another, legs touching, his arm around me, my hand on his leg, my right shoulder next to his left as we waited for the lights to dim further. We didn't have to wait long; soon the previews were starting and we were submerged into near darkness.
His hand started roaming my body, running up his fingers up and down my side, stopping briefly at my breast before moving back down and repeating the process. I turned my head towards his and our mouths met, kissing with the hunger and urgency of the time apart. Our tongues danced together and again his hand came to grasp my breast, to seek out the nipple and begin to awaken it as we kissed. One of my hands was on his head, grasping at his hair while the other stayed on his leg, kneading my hand into the firm muscle of his thigh. We had lost ourselves, again, in the intoxication of reconnection and nothing could have been more blissful.
He pulled apart from the kiss and I turned so that I was lounging against him, both his hands moving to cup my breasts, above my shirt, as he kissed the sides of my neck with his hungry mouth. He was pulling on my nipples gently but with urgency and soon he was climbing underneath my shirt with his hands to the front hook of my bra, a lucky guess I suppose, and unclipped it, letting them hang free so he could gain better access. I moaned at the feel of his hands on my skin and I sucked in my breath. I moved my mouth back to his so I could feel his tongue in my mouth as he skillfully manipulated my nipples and I moaned into his mouth when he dropped one hand lower to rub the quickly warming area between my legs.
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