Mine, too. After yet another rapturous and sweaty afternoon romp in their favorite six hundred dollar a day Midtown hotel room, curtains closed, the cacophony of traffic far below them, Colin looked at his cell phone and got pissed. “Fuck!”
“Again?,” Bea teased, “I don’t know if I want to go back to the office walking like a rodeo cowboy….”
Colin wasn’t playing along. “No, it’s my wife,” he said, “she texted me an hour ago and I didn’t respond.”
“Well, how could you,” purred Bea, stroking her lover’s wavy blond hair. “You were wearing my ass like a hat. Tell her you were at the gym and your phone was in your locker and you….”
“Bea,” Colin interrupted as he thumbed a reply—in meetings all day..c u ltr. “I don’t go to the gym during lunchtime on a Tuesday, and when I do go to the gym I don’t put my cell phone in the locker.”
Bea, annoyed at Colin’s tone, turned cold: “Did you check your sense of humor in the lobby downstairs?”
“Yeah, sorry,” replied Colin. “I just want to make sure we stick to our plan so our others don’t catch on. We don’t deviate from patterns. We erase all texts, incoming and outgoing, immediately, and never text each other by hitting reply, always create a new message.”
“I know, I know,” said Bea, her black lace bra hanging off her shoulder, rolling her eyes at once again hearing Colin’s refrain, “and never call at the house, when possible use a payphone, always pay cash at the hotel and at meals…yada, yada, and yada. You know, you fuck me like an animal and then you get all nervous and brainy, like you forget what your balls are for as soon as you’ve shot your load.”
Colin rubbed her shoulders and fingered the pearl necklace she left on. “Sorry, I just want to make sure our agreement still stands. We meet for lunch, an occasional business trip out of town, hot tub, anal sex, and that’s that.”
“And you’ll lick my ass,” interjected Bea, playful again.
“And I’ll eat you out like I’m a starving Somalian because your husband forgot where your vagina is,” replied Colin.
Bea shot back: “And I’ll worship your cock like the religious idol it is because your wife’s turned into a cock atheist.”
“Yes,” said Colin. “Yes. But if you’re gonna start asking for more, then I….”
“Shhhh," said Bea, hushing her lover with her finger planted on his lips. “This is the way it stays. Since we got together my marriage has never been better.”
Just then Colin’s cell phone vibrated; it was a text from his wife—will be home late tonight…Angie’s in town, goin' 4 drinks…c u later.
“Mine too," said Colin as he slid his hand up Bea’s thigh.—M.T.
