From erotic987@aol.com Sun Jan 26 03:23:21 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: --> E987 "my wife's afternoons - part 2"
From: erotic987@aol.com (Erotic987)
Date: 26 Jan 1997 08:23:21 GMT

[1/97 - posted 1/97]
[
WARNING: This story contains strong sexual themes.  It is intended as a
work of fiction for ADULTS ONLY, and the writer does not in any way
suggest or condone similar
behavior.

This is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to persons living or dead is 
coincidental.  All names are fictitious.  The acts described herein are 
illegal, and are not condoned by the author.  This work is to be read by
PERSONS 21 OR OLDER ONLY where such topics are not against the law.

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----- start of 2 "my wife's afternoons"

	J put his coffee cup down.

	"The last thing on my mind is a divorce.  Of course, I was shocked
to see you there.  And angry about how easy it was for me to make it with
you there when I was a stranger while it was impossible at home.  But
then, you have the right to throw me out for being there in the first
place, don't you?"

	Anne didn't look at him.   "It's hardly comparable."

	"Maybe not to you.  But, I've been giving it a lot of thought.  I
mean, we haven't really talked about it since you went running out of the
house that night I traced it on your back."

	It was true.  She'd turned around and given him a shocked look,
then bolted past him, ran down the stairs, and left the house.  She'd been
gone for three days before she called. When she did, she begged
forgiveness and cried about what she'd done.  Then, she'd come back and
they'd avoided the subject for the next five days.  This morning, he'd
taken the day off work and driven her to a small diner.

	"I look at it this way.  Our relationship is pretty good in every
area except sex, right?  You've said that yourself over and over."

	She nodded.

	"So, once I got over the shock, it hit me: what a great
opportunity!  For one thing, it proves beyond the shadow of a doubt that
you like sex.  In fact, it proves you like it a lot."

	"How does it prove that?"

	"Two reasons: first, why were you there and second, the kind of
men you took on.  Point one:  You certainly weren't doing it for the
money, you haven't had to work for over eight years and we're still
rolling in money from my stock investments."

	She didn't say anything.

	"And you weren't doing it to get back at me or make me jealous
somehow, like you could with an affair.  And it wasn't just a fling.  I
know for a fact you were there at least three weeks before I came, and
that was another eight."

	"It's been a while."

	"Point two;  I know from the owner that you actually requested
some of the more demanding customers.  Hence, your pose in the photo and
some of the wording on the card.  Antonio told me that those comments were
geared toward three specific customers.  Three who a lot of the other
girls wouldn't take."

	She looked up at him.  "OK, Sherlock, so you've figured a few
things out.  Where does that leave us?"

	"Well, I know from your reaction in the past that you aren't going
to give me the things that I want in bed and I understand that. I just
don't seem to turn you on.  It's been tough coming to grips with, but I
think I have.  And, I don't think that you're going to change now that I
know what you've been up to.  If anything, it will make you more resistant
because you'd see anything "extra" you give me as penance for some kind of
guilt.  And neither of us needs that crap."

	"So, where does that leave us?"  She repeated.

	The young man who was taking the orders came back to tell them
that there was no pecan pie left.  J ordered apple for both of them.

	"I have a proposition.  I don't know if you know how turned on I
was watching you with those other men.  Or taking you after they were
finished.  Seeing the look on your face after a full day there at the
house, the things you were willing to do for them."

	"I knew.  You talked about it before, remember?  While you were
reading one of those stupid internet newsgroups... alt.sexy.stories or
something like that."

	"Well, let's see what we have here.  A sexual outlet that you find
exciting, that I find exciting, that Antonio is providing safe space and
customers for and that he's willing to let us continue to use..."

	"YOU TALKED TO HIM ABOUT THIS?" she yelled, raising slightly out
of her seat.

	J's face grew more serious.  "Well, no.  I wanted to get you to
buy into this thing first.  I just asked him if you were there, he said
no, and I said did he expect you back and he said yes."

	"He doesn't know who you are?"
	
	"Oh, no!  That would be absurd for me to even consider.  It's so
much nicer this way."

	She relaxed in her chair, took a sip of the coffee.  She knew that
she should feel upset, somehow feel that this was not the right thing to
do.  She felt resistance coming up, but couldn't identify where it was
coming from.

	"What's your first reaction?"  he asked.

	"Let's get some of the parameters correct here.  What exactly are
we talking about?"

	"That you go on as you were before.  That I maintain my position
as a regular customer.  That you and I use this as a way to maintain some
kind of sex life.  That we have a real win-win kind of decision to make."

	"It won't work."

	"Why not?"

	"It'll be different knowing you're there."

	"Of course it will, no denying that.  But, can you get over that? 
Face it, if not, you're looking at spending the rest of your life living
the way we have been before."

	She shook her head.  It was coming at her too fast.  When she'd
originally taken on the spot at the whorehouse, it had been out of a kind
of fascination.  After the first few weeks,  she'd become used to it, then
started looking forward to it.  That had been the time she'd progressed
and taken on the three customers who'd become her regulars.  

	She'd regretted not bringing some of that new-found sexuality home
but had never seen an opportunity to bring it up with him.  They seemed to
have reached a silent non-agreement that they were going to have mediocre
sex twice a month and they'd lived that way for over a year.  He had made
his resignation to that fact known, and she'd subsequently stopped trying
to add any spice.

	"And you're not going to try to get me to do those things at
home?"

	He thought that she might have brought that up.  And when he'd
considered it, he hadn't come to an answer.  On the one hand, if she was
willing to do it at the whorehouse, why not at home?  On the other hand,
he saw no need to push his luck.  Who cares where you get laid?

	"No.  If you want to bring it home, that's your perogative.  I
kind of like having a special place to go..."

	The waiter brought the two slices of pie and refreshed their
coffee. J sliced off a piece and stabbed it with his fork.  He raised it
to her lips and she ate it.

	"So, romance at home and sex at Antonios?" he asked with a smile.

	"More or less," she answered.  He felt her right ankle rubbing the
inside of his left calf.  She smiled at him, lowered her eyelids slightly.
 "More or less."

	He smiled, took a sip of his coffee.  It had been a good
conversation.

	They finished their dessert at a relaxed pace, laughing about
having seen the film "Jade" just a few weeks ago and what both of them had
been thinking.  How she was uncomfortable hiding what she had no choice
but to hide and how he felt her discomfort but wasn't able to let her know
that he knew it's source.

	He raised his watch.  "Oh, it's nearly nine.  You know Antonio's
expecting you. It's a Tuesday."

	She stopped chewing.  She realized it hadn't hit her that this
agreement would actually BEGIN sometime.  "Today?"

	"No time like the present.  And..." he said, leaning forward,
"...tell the truth.  You haven't had it in over six days.  Aren't you
getting a little anxious?"

	She leaned closer.  "Horny, you mean."  She gave him a kiss on the
tip of his nose.  "If he's closed, you promise you'll fuck me?"

	J smiled and nodded.

-----

	" Tonio?"

	Antonio rose from behind his desk and walked across the room with
open arms.  "Ciao, bella!"

	"You missed me?"

	"I missed you!  Peter missed you!  Ron missed you!  Gaylord missed
you!" He wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her tight.  "Are you
back or are you brining bad news?"

	She smiled and unbuttoned her coat.

	"Ah, so nice!  Want to tell me...?"

	"No.  Family things.  Unexpected."

			"I will ask no more.  Has anything changed?"

	"Nothing.  Do you want me to phone anyone?"

	"You know the three of them have been asking for you. I had to
send them to Connie and Kay the other night. They were less than
satisfied.  They said the others lack a  special something'.  Do you know
what they mean?"

	His eyes twinkled and she gave him a smile.  "Of course I know
what you mean."
	
	He motioned for her to sit at his desk and use the phone there. 
She punched up the three numbers on his phone bank.  It took only five
minutes for all three of them to select times, all around the lunchhour.

	"The first one will be here at eleven," she said, as she wrote the
three names on his desk calendar under her name.  "In the meantime, I'll
be glad to work the room for you."

	"Oh, you're such a doll!" he said, giving her another hug.  "Go
change into something and  find a seat." 

	She picked up her coat and walked to the door.

	"Oh!" he called.  "You're room 212."  He threw her a key.

----- end of 2 "my wife's afternoons"