The normalcy of being seated, and giving the waitress their drink order
settled Roberta, at least a little. She couldn't believe
what had happened. Even more, she couldn't believe how she felt
about it. She was hungry, but what she really wanted, right now,
was Jeff's body, pinning her to the bed in her room. She knew she
should feel like a slut, or bad for cheating, but she felt
neither. All she felt was like she had been let out of prison,
and was able to breath fresh air.
"You OK?" he asked, when she had sat silently for so long.
"I'm actually wonderful," she said. "How about you?"
"I don't know how to feel," he said, looking down.
"I think I know what you mean," she said. "I know how I'm
SUPPOSED to be feeling right now, but I don't feel that way at all."
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"I'm not sorry," she said. "Not at all."
"Wow," he said. "I think I feel a little bad, but not as bad as I should ... you know?"
"Yes," she said, picking up her water glass. "I've suspected for
a long time that I married the wrong man, for the wrong
reasons. This kind of confirms that for me."
"Really?" he asked, clearly astonished. "Are you saying you're ready to throw in the towel?"
"I may as well," she said. "He doesn't make me feel like that. I don't know if he ever did."
"Yes," said Jeff, "but sex isn't all there is."
"I know that, but it should be just as good with your husband as it is with a complete stranger ... don't you think?"
"I don't know what to think. I've been expecting Melanie to file
for divorce for over a year. I never thought of leaving her,
because I always expected her to leave me."
"I'm not asking you for anything," said Roberta. "I wouldn't ask you to leave her."
"Are you going to leave your husband?" he asked.
The waitress arrived to take their order, and that gave Roberta time to
think. She hadn't thought that far ahead. She had
just submerged herself in Jeff's physical embrace, like a woman dying
of thirst, who finds a pool of clear, cool water. She
thought about Phillip, and wondered what he was doing. Probably
working. He hadn't even kissed her goodbye when she left.
He had just looked up from the computer and waved and said "Have
fun." Well, she had done that, she thought wryly to
herself. How would Phillip react if he knew? Would he
even care?
She realized Jeff had already given the waitress his order, and that they were both waiting for her to speak.
"Pick something for me," she said.
She went back to thinking about Phillip. Could she leave
him? She had no idea. She knew he'd resist that ...
strenuously. But she also thought it was just as likely that he'd
resist because of pride, as it was because he wouldn't actually want
her to go. There was the scent of perfume ... strange
perfume ... that she sometimes smelled on his shirts, when she
laundered them. There was that too. If the woman who was
wearing that perfume hadn't rubbed up against his shirt, she was
wearing so much perfume that no one would be able to stand anywhere
near her without coughing.
She realized that the waitress had left, and looked at Jeff, who was
staring at her. She tried to remember the last time she and
Phillip had made love. It had been a Sunday.
She knew that because the stock markets were closed, and there was
nothing for him to look up on the computer. He'd actually
mentioned that during their foreplay, such as that had been.
Jeff was still just looking at her. What was he thinking?
"What are you thinking right now?" she asked, on impulse.
"I'm thinking about how I can explain to Melanie what happened," he said.
"Do you have to?"
"Yes," he said. "I owe her that. At least I think I do. I've never done this before."
"Are YOU sorry?" she asked.
He blinked. "I don't know how to answer that," he said. "Why? What are you thinking?"
"Are you sure you want to know?" she asked, looking closely at him.
"Yes," he said, but there was a tinge of doubt in his voice.
"I'll tell you," she said. "But I'm only telling you this
because we're supposed to tell each other the truth. I'm not
trying to break you and your wife up."
"Go on," he said, leaning forward.
"I'm thinking about how, if I have no remorse at all for cheating on
Phillip, that there's nothing left there to cheat on," she said.
"It's already over, whether I leave him or not. I haven't
thought about that yet. All I can think about right now is what I
want to do with you when we're done here."
"Really?" His eyes widened.
"I don't want to sleep alone tonight," she said softly. "But I will if you want to try to save things with your wife."
"You know this is crazy," he said.
She nodded. "I know. I also know what I felt back in that
room. I want to feel that way again ... and again ..." She
shrugged.
"What did you do with Roberta?" he asked, smiling. "You
look just like her, but you have to be her twin sister or something."
She kicked off her shoe and reached out to slide it up his leg.
"You might see her later tonight," she said, her voice low. He
jerked as he felt her foot. "But I doubt it," she added.
Then, suddenly, neither of them knew what to say. They sat, just
looking at each other, until the waitress brought their food. He
had ordered her lasagna, which she loved, but couldn't make to suit her
own tastes.
"Do you have oysters on the half shell?" asked Jeff, as the waitress set down his plate.
"Yes sir," she said brightly. "Flown in fresh daily."
"Bring me a dozen, please," he said, smiling up at her.
Roberta felt her pussy dampen.
They ate quickly and efficiently, and they left, hand-in-hand, no
longer caring who saw them. They went straight to her room and,
without words, stripped again. They made love until she
couldn't revive him, no matter what she did. Then, arms
entangled, they talked, until sleep claimed Jeff. Roberta
studied his face as it went slack in sleep. Her whirling thoughts
kept her awake for another half hour or so, and she finally fell asleep.
In the morning, she woke first, and woke him, to drag him into the
bathroom. She adjusted the water and stroked him lovingly, all
over, as he reciprocated. They tried to have sex in the
shower, but it didn't work well and, still wet, she took him back to
bed. She felt like she must have gained five pounds, just due to
his strong spurts inside her, since dinner the night before. She
wondered if he'd made her pregnant. As she kissed his panting
lips, she realized she didn't care. No ... that wasn't
true, she realized. She hoped he had. If nothing else
happened after this week, at least she'd have a little piece of him to
love when she had his baby.
Then, unhurried, they went to breakfast, hand-in-hand.
