That evening, Bob called again and talked all about the fun he had fishing.
"Pete tried to seduce a woman who lives with a truck driver who was away on a trip. He has been friendly with both of them in this very bar. Although he bought her drinks, she refused to let him fuck her."
"How about you? Were you tempted by an intoxicated woman losing her inhibitions?"
"No. I danced with a woman once. How was your day, boring?"
"I've been bad, a bad wife!"
"How have you been bad? What's the matter?"
I told him about my muscles becoming sore from a swimming lesson by Mark and my legs becoming sore from a long walk with him.
"He suggested giving me a massage. He seduced me with his hands!"
I began crying.
"I wouldn't blame you if you took some woman from the bar somewhere and fucked her! It would pay me back and make me feel less guilty!"
"Did you enjoy what he did to you?"
"Yes! That's the worst part! My body got pleasure and I felt flattered. Morally, I feel revulsion and guilt!"
There was a long silence.
"Did he enjoy you so much that he'll want to do it to you again?"
"Yes, he enjoyed me a lot and praised my sexuality! He will do it to me again, if I let him and don't avoid him."
"Well, you should be sexually satisfied enough now to resist temptation until I return. Then, I'll want all of the details."
"Can you forgive me?"
"Right now, I don't know whether I'm more jealous and repelled or excited and proud of you. I hope to sort that out by the time I get home. Actually, I've fantasized about you exciting another man to fuck you, while I watched. Sex is a helluva substitute for alcohol, physically healthier, at least. Goodnight, dear."
So I fulfilled his sexual fantasy about me! I took a double whiskey and ginger ale, read a mystery, and got ready for bed. I definitely needed a sleeping pill!
Monday, I went grocery shopping with a woman friend. There was a message on the answering machine from Mark. I deleted it and his earlier one.
Tuesday, I devoted to housework. I vacuumed, dusted, and scrubbed the kitchen and bathroom floors.
That evening, when Bob called, he had a surprise for me.
"Now, I have a confession to make. I hope it makes you feel better, less guilty."
"Will it make you feel better?"
"That depends on you. Do you want the short version or the long one?"
"I always felt I was missing something important in the Reader's Digest condensations. Give me the True Confessions version."
"Last night, Pete and I finished up at the Moose Club, as usual. Usually, the bartender is a man, but this time it was a barmaid, a comely woman. She is a tall, voluptuous brunette, 38."
"Is that her bust or the age she admits to?"
"Her age. I'd estimate her bust at 44". I leaned over the bar for the full picture. Her dress was a few inches above the knees and clung to her shape. Pete, halfway soused, asked if she'd let him in if he knocked on her door. She looked at me and said, 'I might let him in!' I thanked her for the point in my favor. That silenced Pete, for a while.
"As closing time, 1 a.m., approached, Pete said, "You're not making progress.' I said, 'We fishermen have learned patience.' 'You had a nibble, but you need the right lure to get a bite!' He replied, as he left for his car while he could still walk. He was probably tired of waiting for me to score. Soon, the clientele had all trickled away, except for me.
"Janet was her name. She gave me an arch look, 'Don't you have a home, or did you think you'd visit mine?' I replied, 'If I've been a fool, it's nobody's business but ours. I hope you don't kiss and tell or tell when you didn't kiss.'
"I got off my stool and turned to leave. Janet said, 'I said I might let you in to silence your lecherous cousin. I'd taken a liking to you. You're a gentleman. I've been bored lately, so Pete gave me the chance to flirt with you and deflate him. I was amused from then on wondering if you were interested. Wait a few minutes for me to close up. Then you can follow me home in your car.'
"She lived in an old, wood-framed, two-story house on a street darkened by boulevards of trees. The lights were out in other homes. I followed her up her front steps and got my first good look at her long, shapely legs. Inside her door, she turned to me with our bodies almost touching. Her glance at my lips was a signal in countless movie scenes, so I embraced and kissed her. She kicked off her shoes so that we were eye-to-eye, and I kissed her again.
"This time, she felt my erection against her belly. Janet's eyes widened, and she asked, 'Am I so exciting? As a gentleman, you won't expect me to fall immediately into the sack. After watching everybody else drink, I need one myself to relax. Do you want one?' 'No, I'm intoxicated by you!' 'Oh, you know how to talk to a lady! Let's get more acquainted on my couch. You can sweet-talk me some more, and we'll find how you make out with me.'
"So, we sat close together. The couch was a fading green and soft, which caused the hem of her dress to rise and reveal a generous sample of her lovely thighs. 'I see by the wedding ring, a beautiful one, that you are married, so maybe you're more like your cousin than I thought, except that he doesn't wear a wedding ring. Or maybe I just remind you of your wife. Does she look anything like me?' 'She's blonde, blue-eyed, and petite, but like you, voluptuous.
"'So do you like voluptuous women?"
"'They are my favorite shape!'
"'As for my cousin, Pete leaves his wife home in Michigan, and tries to seduce women here. I don't try and no woman has tempted me, until now. Should you favor me, tonight, I'll ask myself what Tom Jones would do? He would consider it ungallant to refuse a woman's invitation. What would Zorba the Greek do? He said, 'If a woman invites you to her bed, and you don't go, it's a sin against God!'
"'I remember seeing the movie, Tom Jones. It was raunchy!' Janet said. 'It was a great novel before it became a great film. I don't see a wedding ring on your finger.' 'I tried, but my husband liked booze and other women too much.'
"I put my arm around her shoulders and kissed her; this time our tongues touched. I kissed her neck, unzipped her dress down the back and pulled it off her shoulders. I kissed her shoulders, slipped the straps of her bra down and kissed the swell of her breasts. I began caressing her thighs."
"You certainly were busy, but a big woman has a lot of territory to explore!"
I was becoming aroused by my husband's true story of seduction. I put my hand under my mini skirt and began to rub my pussy.
"Janet broke our clinch to get another drink. Then we resumed kissing and caressing. Instead of letting me undress her further there on the couch, she rose and said, 'Let me change into something more comfortable, as they say. This is your lucky night, but don't brag to your cousin!'
"She went into her bathroom to prepare for bed. When she entered her bedroom, I went into the bathroom to prepare. When I entered her bedroom, wearing only my undershorts, Janet stood up, looking statuesque in a short, transparent negligee, which enhanced the length of her legs and gave a preview of coming attractions.
