Life with a Nympho Pt. 8. The past resurfaces
"Are you almost ready? We're supposed to meet them in 15 minutes."
As usual, we were in a bit of a rush to get out the door. Maybe if we had less morning sex, it would be possible. But for Kelly and me, that was easier said than done.
I was channel surfing while she finished with her hair and makeup. Sunday morning television is pretty bleak, and I wasn't surprised to come across a telethon begging for money for the disease of the week.
"You know what I'd really like to see?" I said to Kelly as she emerged from our bedroom, looking stunning as usual. "A telethon to raise funds to find a cure for nymphomania."
"Uhh, I thought you enjoyed living with a nymphomaniac," she said feigning outrage.
"Don't get me wrong. I love it. But the eye candy on a nymphomania telethon would be incredible. And I'm highly confident that any cure is decades away, maybe longer. Surely we'll have fucked each other to death by then."
"You can only hope," she said, wrapping her arms around my neck and pressing her body up against me.
"Please give generously, so that the forgotten partners of nymphomaniacs can get a moment's peace in the bedroom," I said, mimicking the voice of a telethon host.
"It seems to me it was you you started things this morning. I was the innocent victim when you got on top of me and slipped that big cock of yours inside me."
"Is there such a thing as a male nymphomaniac, or are we just sex fiends?"
"I prefer male sluts," Kelly laughed. "Let me be specific. I prefer the male slut I'm engaged to."
"I'm not sure I'm a slut. I only have sex with you."
"And Jess and Jennifer and Amanda and those two hookers on the yacht...."
"Correction. One was a hooker. The other was a porn star. But I only fuck other women when you're watching."
"You'd better keep it that way."
Kelly's right hand was rubbing my crotch and mine was squeezing her nipple under the low-cut wool crop top she was wearing. As usual, she wasn't wearing a bra, something my friend Brad would certainly appreciate when we joined them in a few minutes. She had on a short brown suede skirt and matching boots. I wasn't sure how his wife Mary would react.
"In case you've forgotten, we have a brunch date," I said. "We'd better get going."
Thankfully Brad and Mary had gotten a day pass from suburbia and parenting duties and were coming to our part of town. They'd planned to drop their girls off with their grandparents and spend the afternoon hanging out with us.
"I'm so happy we were finally able to do this," Mary exclaimed as we joined them in the restaurant. "I can't remember the last time we went to a place that didn't have a kids menu and crayons to colour the placemats."
"I kinda liked the crayons when I was single," I joked.
Mary was looking way hotter than I remembered her. She was never unattractive, but was carrying around a bit of baby weight after having her kids. She also dressed like a soccer mom.
Today, she was wearing tight jeans, black boots, a white t-shirt and a navy blue jacket. She'd clearly been working out and had lost a fair bit of weight — everywhere except in her boobs.
"You're looking great Mary," I found myself saying.
"I had to get in shape or Brad would have left me," she smiled. "Half my mom friends are getting divorced, and the other half are just turning a blind eye to the fact that their husbands are sleeping with younger women."
"Hey, I'm not like that," Brad protested. "And you know damn well that some of those marriages are ending because the wives fucked around!"
"Life is so much more interesting in the suburbs," Kelly observed.
"Unlike the concrete jungle downtown where nobody ever has sex," Brad added. Kelly and I looked at each other knowingly, and the four of us cracked up.
We placed our orders and settled in. Kelly was aware that Brad knew about her past — and her association with Connor — but neither of us were sure he'd told his wife all the details. Either way, there was no awkwardness in the conversation.
"I don't want to rush things, because we haven't even eaten yet," Mary said. "But Kelly, I was wondering if we could break away from these two handsome dudes this afternoon and do a bit of shopping. Brad thinks I need to update my wardrobe and that you could give me some good advice. He even gave me his credit card and told me to go nuts."
Brad gave me a knowing look. He was clearly relishing the idea of Mary 2.0.
"Sure, that would be great. There are a bunch of cool shops around here, and there's always the mall if we can't find anything there."
We heard all about their kids' busy lives — I honestly don't know how they managed to fit in so many dance classes, soccer games and piano lessons — but we also talked about our recent trip to visit my parents, and our plans to get married just after Christmas.
"We'd love it if you guys could make it," Kelly gushed. "I know it might be hard with the girls, but they'd be welcome too, of course."
Mary looked at Brad and smiled. "They treasure their time with their grandparents, and we loved spending time alone in Mexico. We used to go every winter. And truth be told, Maddie was conceived during our last trip."
"Hope you didn't have too much tequila that night," I joked.
"Who needs tequila when you're with this sexy woman on a beach vacation?" Brad said, squeezing Mary's hand.
"Well, let us know," Kelly said. "It's going to be a pretty small affair. So far we just have Tony's parents and a couple we met when we were down there a few months ago."
We'd all had a couple drinks and were in a relaxed mood. The girls excused themselves to begin their shopping expedition. They promised to meet up back at our condo around 3.
"I'm not sure I want to hang out here any longer," I told Brad. "Want to go grab a drink someplace else? Or just go back to the condo for a beer? There might be a ballgame on TV."
"Why don't we just go for a walk," Brad said. "There's something I need to talk to you about."
It sounded a bit ominous, and as it turns out, it was.
"Remember the last time we ran into each other?" he began.
