Next morning, I kissed Davy goodbye when the taxi came to take him to the airport. He'd been hired to play on an album on the west coast. When we'd made love one last time very early, I'd told him Claudio was coming over day after tomorrow and that I'd make his damn movie for him.
I had a bit less trouble focusing at the rehearsal that morning. Desperation for a musician is having the conductor's notice – for the wrong reason. Somehow I stuffed what I was going to be doing in twelve hours into a small mental box, locked it, and threw away the key – at least doing the rehearsal. To aid me, I never once looked at Claudio and stayed well away from him during our break, staying in a cubicle in the women's washroom.
As I was leaving the building just after noon, Claudio caught up to me.
"Is everything all right? Are we still on for Wednesday?"
I shrugged. "I guess so."
"May I take you to dinner beforehand?"
I thought for a moment. "No. I'll be too nervous. Why don't I throw together a bit of munchies for before?"
"Great idea. And I'll bring the Champagne. When one is about to make love to a beautiful creature like you, one should always ply her with Champagne."
"Don't tease me, Claudio, please. I'm nervous enough as it is."
"See you at seven, then?"
"Yes," I said as we separated at the entrance to the subway. As I went down the steps with my cello, I mumbled to myself, "I can't believe I'm doing this."
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What does one wear when her lover is coming over for a tryst? Every other time I'd been with someone in a situation like this (John, that guy in university who took my virginity, Davy, Claudio), I'd just been wearing what I was wearing and when things started happening, I removed my clothes – or they did it for me.
Tonight was no seduction. It was harshly premeditated – so I was dithering as to what to wear. Should I meet Claudio at the door in something slithery? Davy had bought me all kinds of "seductive clothing". Or should I wear my normal, everyday clothes? No, too hard to get off. Or should I just be naked when I open the door? Somehow I couldn't wrap my brain around being that blatant.
In the end, I decided to wear this lovely sort of sari-like dress Davy had bought me while we were on vacation a year earlier. It went down to my ankles, was very simple, just elbow-length sleeves, no waist, comfortable, and the the greens of the fabric really worked well with my skin and hair. Davy said that seeing me in it always gave him a stiffy. I think it was because my nipples really showed if I didn't wear a bra. That night, I did leave off the bra, but had some lovely French panties on – another favourite of my husband's.
When I opened the door to Claudio's ring at seven sharp, I might as well have had nothing on the way he looked me over.
He was dressed in chinos and a nice light blue shirt, open at the neck. We'd both grown up since that summer, no longer kids. He looked to me like a male in his sexual prime, fit, handsome and very desirable. I could feel myself moistening. This might be a lot easier than I thought.
"God! I haven't been able to get you out of my mind the past two days, Jill." He shook his head. "You look absolutely divine."
I walked forward and we kissed, not chastely, but not like two people who were going to fuck each other's brains out, either. It felt natural and very familiar, and my heart-rate dropped a bit.
"I've got some wine and cheese and crackers," I said.
He held up a one of those wine gift bags. "And I've brought the Champagne."
"I'll be right back," I said as he hung up his jacket on one of the pegs by the door. "Make yourself comfortable."
My hand was hardly shaking as I put down the food and Champagne flutes, sitting next to Claudio on the sofa. Across the room, I'd already set up the camera as Davy had directed. He wanted his movie to start in the living room and move into our bedroom later. All I had to do was turn it on.
We made small talk through the first glass of really excellent bubbly. The alcohol buzzed into my brain and further calmed me down. Claudio poured a second glass.
"Claudio, there's something I want to say to you before we take this any further."
"What's that, Jill?"
"You know why I invited you here tonight. Well, it comes with a caveat."
"Caveat?"
"Yes. I want you to know that I'm not doing this to cheat on my husband. I did that once with you and I will not do it again. He's going to know every move I make. If he has any problem, I will stop and that will be it. Period."
Claudio nodded.
"And another thing, I'm not doing this as a power trip over my husband. Ours is not one of those sub/dom relationships you hear about. At all times you are to be respectful to my husband – whether he's present or not. Yes, you do have a bigger cock than he does. Yes, you do give me marvelous, toe-curling orgasms. We both know that. He won't get off on you questioning his manhood or saying that you're so much better than he is. If you are ever less than respectful to David, that is it. We're done and I will never so much as look at you again. Do you agree to that? If you've got a problem with those rules, then tell me now."
"Why is your husband willing to let me be with you again, then?"
"Because he knows I love a big cock, specifically yours. He likes the idea of me enjoying myself and he knows he doesn't own me. I'm not his property, same as he is not mine. There isn't a power struggle going on here. He's willing to give me space to enjoy love in all its forms. And that includes you. You know how much I enjoy everything you bring when we go to bed. But I am David's wife. I know how lucky I am to get this chance, especially since I did cheat on him with you. Do you get everything I've just told you?"
Claudio leaned forward and kissed the tip of my nose lightly. "I love watching your face when you're being really sincere, Jill. I would agree to nearly anything in order to make love to you again. I will do whatever you say." He smiled. "Now that we're on the same page, can we move on to more... enjoyable things?"
Showtime. I downed almost the entire glass, then took a deep breath, crossed the room, and turned on the camera. One memory card would film for an hour and a half. Davy had left three. I could feel Claudio's eyes burning into me as I crossed back to the sofa and leaned back.
"You are such a beautiful woman, Jill. The man who has your heart is a very lucky man indeed."
I snorted. "You're only saying that because you want to get into my pants."
"No. I mean it. I have never seen a woman more beautiful and sexy than you."
"That's very flattering, but I stand by my original statement."
"May I kiss you?"
"Certainly. I'd like that very much."
Claudio put his glass down and leaned toward me. Our lips met and that spark of electricity that had been there the first time we kissed ran through me again, making me shiver.
"Cold?"
"No."
"Horny?"
"Yes. Very."
