"Coming, Mom!" Marty called to his mother. Jeanie and Marty came out of his room and said hello to Selena from the top of the stairs. She greeted them both affectionately and took her bags of groceries into the kitchen. She set everything on the counter and went upstairs to her room, passing the two of them on the way to the living room, already involved in a debate about what kind of music they were going to listen to.
Selena went up to her room and kicked off her heels on the way to her bathroom. She turned the tap on and adjusted the temperature, then quickly stripped off the rest of her clothes and got under the hot spray. She stood there for a moment, letting the water spill over her, then grabbed the soap.
As she lathered herself, Selena thought of her experience with the officer who had pulled her over. She was still surprised at her behavior, but she didn't regret it. She had enjoyed being cuffed and fucked hard while bent over the seat of the officer's car. She had liked how he'd ripped off her panties and fucked her with his nightstick, making her feel so nasty for agreeing to fuck him.
Selena finished her shower and dressed while she thought about the wild things she'd done lately. Howard hadn't noticed there was anything different about her when he'd been home for the weekend. There hadn't been anything different about him, either, she sighed.
She went downstairs to the kitchen to fix dinner for herself and her children. Howard wouldn't be home until Friday, so frozen pizza would do. The kids would love it, and she didn't mind. Maybe they could make popcorn later and all watch a movie together. It had been a long time since they'd spent an evening together like that. Selena smiled.
* * * * *
Howard Wilson was restless. Three of his clients had canceled appointments this trip. He had one more meeting at 11:00 in the morning and then he could go home a day early.
"To what?" he asked himself. He didn't know what was wrong, but things between Selena and himself seemed even more distant than usual the last time he was home. He wondered if his marriage was headed for divorce. He didn't think Selena was happy.
Howard called room service and canceled the dinner he had just ordered and left his room. He didn't know where he was going to end up, but he wasn't going to stay in his room for another boring night away from home.
He flagged a cab at the curb and got in. "I'm looking for someplace to go have a few drinks," Howard told the driver. "I'm tired of sitting in my hotel night after night on these trips."
"I've got just the place for a guy like you," answered the cabby. "Lucky's is a good bar. I think you'll like it."
"Sounds fine," Howard replied. He didn't really care. He just wanted to get out for a while.
"Promises, promises," Howard thought as he saw the flashing neon sign when they pulled into the lot. He walked into the place and noticed there seemed to be a surplus of women. The sign on the specials board announced "Ladies' Night".
Howard laughed to himself. Wouldn't you know... ladies' night at Lucky's. That was too funny. Not much good for a guy like him to hit a place like this on ladies' night. He had never even thought about being unfaithful to his wife, ever.
Howard took a seat at the end of the bar. The place wasn't overly full, but seemed to have a good crowd. The music wasn't so loud you couldn't hold a conversation with someone. Not that he had anyone to converse with, but he could at least order a drink without shouting.
He ordered a rum and coke and sat sipping it and watching the crowd. There was a good mix of ages amongst the patrons, so he didn't feel any more out of place than any other man who never went to a bar at night without his wife. He was well into nursing his second drink along when he noticed someone had walked up beside him.
"Is this stool taken?" a feminine voice asked. Howard turned to see a pretty young woman standing next to him. She couldn't have been more than thirty.
"No, no one's sitting there," he replied. "Have a seat." He couldn't figure out why she'd want to sit here at the bar next to him when there were still a couple of empty tables and other empty seats at the bar including the next stool over, but he wasn't going to be rude.
"Thanks," she said as she sat down. "My name's Kelly, what's yours?" she asked him. Kelly had watched him from across the room for about an hour before she got the nerve to approach him. Kelly had waited for two reasons. She figured either he was married or gay, and she wanted to see if anyone joined him. He didn't look like he was used to being out by himself.
She thought he was the best looking 'older' man she'd seen in ages. She'd always liked older men. She hadn't dated much in high school, being uninterested in the boys around her and too young for most of the men she did like.
"I'm Howard," he replied, suddenly wishing he was 10 years younger.
Kelly was pretty, her blue eyes seeming to dance at some secret amusement, and the corners of her mouth naturally upturned. Her long dark hair fell over one shoulder and sexily across her face when she turned. Howard had noticed her great figure right away. She wasn't quite as big breasted as his wife, but almost. Her trim waist curved into full hips, and he felt a sudden flush of desire to know what it would feel like to hold her naked body against his, then swept it away as quickly as it had come. He was married. Besides, she had to be at least 15 years younger than him. There was no way she would be interested.
"So what are you in town for," he heard Kelly ask. "Business or pleasure?"
"What makes you think I'm a visitor?" Howard asked her.
"The suit, for one," she answered laughing. "And maybe the fact that you looked like a scared rabbit when I asked if I could sit down beside you. You're married, I see. Don't worry, Hon, I won't bite... unless you ask real nice," she finished with a wink and a grin.
Howard smiled back at her. "This wasn't so bad," he thought. She was nice, as well as pretty to look at. It would be fun to spend a little time with her.
Kelly looked pointedly at Howard's glass. "You're almost empty," she said as she signaled the bartender. "Another one of those for him," she said, "and I'll take one too."
She looked at Howard after she paid the bartender for the drinks. "That's to keep you from buying me one and thinking I'm just paying for my drink by sitting here with you. Now why don't you tell me what you do that brings you to our city?"
Several drinks later, Howard couldn't believe Kelly was still sitting there talking to him. She'd coaxed him into telling her all about his job and what he disliked about it as well as liked, and into talking about his family as well.
