Sexy Re-Union :: Mature

Sexy Re-Union

Date: 04.02.2010

Keywords: Sexy, Re-Union,

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She must have stopped at the store on her way home because I could hear the loudspeaker and then someone talking to her about the weather. What I had originally thought to be an hour and a half of Bill and Serena screwing in the hotel room was actually less than 30 minutes. The rest was nothing.

I reviewed what I had just heard. I think Serena wanted me to hear this because of what I said to her about quitting her affair. I told her that I had no idea whether she had any intention of quitting. This was her answer. I didn't know yet how I felt about what I heard. I would have to let it stew for a while.

I slept fitfully that night, hearing the words over and over in my head. I would hear Serena saying goodbye to Bill and hear Bill's anger and humiliation and I would smile, but then I would hear Serena telling Bill to fuck her hard and fast like a whore. It was like being lifted up to the peak and then falling down to certain death. I woke several times drenched in sweat. I finally gave up, went into the living room and turned on the TV. Eventually I fell asleep on the couch and woke sometime late the next morning, exhausted.

The next morning, I called Ben to set up another meeting with Serena. I told him this time to make it somewhere private so that we could talk openly and at length. I had enough of the public settings. He said he would talk to Serena and call me back.

After what seemed like hours, but in fact was only 45 minutes, Ben called to tell me Serena would be coming to my apartment just after lunch. She told him to tell me she was coming whether I wanted her to or not. When I replied in some anger that it wasn't her decision, he said he told her that too, and she said that I could just leave if I wanted to. She would know then that I didn't want to talk to her very badly and she wouldn't bother me again. That left it up to me. I would be there.

At 1:30, Serena knocked on my door. I sat there in my chair, suddenly very nervous and agitated. I wasn't at all sure what I was going to say or do. I wondered what she would do if I just didn't answer, and realized that I didn't want to know. I pulled myself together and went to the door.

I opened the door to see a very different Serena from the one at the restaurant. This Serena was pale, with red eyes and no makeup. This Serena was one I hadn't seen before. Gone was the calm and collected woman I remembered so well and the one that I spoke with four days ago. I was shocked at the difference in so short of a time. I noticed with a start that she still had on the necklace that I had given her the night of our anniversary party. That moved me for some reason.

"Hi, Serena, come in please." I held the door as, saying nothing, she moved past me into the open room that served as living room and dining room. The kitchen was open and separated only by a half wall with stools that served as a dinette. I had a bedroom and a bathroom and a pretty large closet. This was home.

Serena looked around without much interest and then went to the couch. She took off her coat and sat down in the very center, leaving no room for me. It was clear that she wanted me in the chair facing her and not beside her. After that cursory glance around the apartment, she looked down at her hands in her lap.

"Did you listen to the tape? Did you hear the answers to your questions? I knew you wouldn't believe me so I listened to all of that garbage until I found the part I knew was there somewhere."

Serena said all of this with a voice devoid of any emotion or feeling. It was as if she were doing something she felt was necessary but had no real interest in the details.

"Yes, I did. I never had the stomach to listen much past the first few minutes before. I just assumed the rest of the tape would be more of the same. As it was, it was still fairly painful."

"But you wanted to know, so now you know. Since you have no trust in me anymore, I knew I had to prove anything I say about that time." Same flat voice and same lack of emotion.

"I still can't for the life of me figure out why you did it in the first place. OK, so our sex life was in the tank, but I never thought you were so crazy about sex that you would go out looking for it with someone else. I never would have believed that of you."

Serena continued looking at her hands with that same dead look but smiled a little. Apparently I had said something funny to her. I didn't know what it was.

"Is something about that funny? Something I should know about? It seems that there is a lot about you that I didn't know."

I spoke with some anger. Her seeming lack of concern was beginning to piss me off. Why was she even here? What was the purpose of all of this?

"It isn't funny John. That's not what I was smiling about. I was just thinking of the same question myself. Why would I do what I did? It made no sense at the time and it makes no more sense now when I think back on it. It was so out of character that it's almost funny. And Bill: he was a joke and a pretty lousy one as well. If I was that crazy about sex as you put it, I would certainly have been disappointed after the very first time. So, it certainly wasn't the sex. That's for damn sure."

She just shook her head and continued to look down at her hands, clasped together in her lap. She had not moved or looked up since she sat down.

"Serena, look at me. I need you to start at the beginning and tell me what happened to us. I need to know what I did to drive you away and why you let me. I need to know how you were able to put aside the promises we made to each other. I need to understand. Please help me to understand what happened."

Serena briefly looked up at me and I could see the pain and the hopelessness in her eyes. I had never seen that before, even on the morning I walked out on her: panic, some hurt, but not this. I was taken aback for a moment and I felt a jolt of pain myself.

"If I do this, you have to let me do it my way. I'm not going to get into a shouting match with you and I don't want to answer questions until I have said all I need to say. If you can agree to that, I'll try to do as you ask."

"I agree. I'll try to keep my cool but I may get angry and break in. If I do, just wait till I calm down and then go on. OK?"

She just nodded and paused, collecting her thoughts before beginning.

"I began to see that my life was twisting out of control the day you saw Bill and I at the hotel. That was the first time we had been together when you were not traveling to Johnsonville. It was a break in our pattern; one that we had begun about 6 weeks before. We would meet at the hotel only on the Wednesdays that you left town and we had met 4 times before then. Bill was going to be gone the following Wednesday when you were traveling and he wanted to get together that day to make up for it. I have no idea why I agreed to that day."

Serena stopped and asked if I had any water to drink. I rose and went to the fridge to get her a bottle of Poland Springs. She took it without meeting my eyes. She drank a large swallow and it seemed as if she were trying to maintain her composure.

"The problem was that I realized that day at home that I had just had a "quickie" with a man that I really didn't like much and I had no idea of why I had done it. That may sound strange to you, but you have to understand that I had never really thought about what we were doing as cheating on you. It was simply something that I was doing to get back at you because of your ignoring me."

She must have seen me from the corner of her eye as this last statement agitated me, because she spoke without looking at me.

"Before you interrupt, you have to let me finish. You promised."

"You're right. I apologize. Go ahead."

"The first time with Bill was on the day after you and I had an argument about sex. You came home that night and I was feeling good and I was really in the mood to make love. I wanted you so bad but you were too tired. I remember we fought about it and you finally went into the spare room to sleep, telling me that I didn't understand how tired you were. I was left alone in bed without even your arms to comfort me and you didn't seem to care at all."

"You got up the next morning as usual and left for work, telling me that you would be home as soon as you could but that day was your planned trip to Johnsonville. I had forgotten all about it until then. There would be no sex that night either since you would be exhausted by the time you got home. So, I was hurt and angry at you and what I considered your lack of consideration for me or my feelings."

She stopped again while she took another long swallow of the water. She still seemed detached and almost bored with this story. Maybe she was but felt she owed me this much.

"Bill and I had been meeting for lunch every Wednesday after my class for the past 4 months or more. We just had lunch but neither of us told you or Sally. I don't know why. I continued to meet him because he was very complimentary about my figure and he seemed to enjoy my company. I needed that because you had stopped any kind of social activities when the FDA thing happened. We never went out and we never did anything other than talk to the boys from time to time and maybe see them on the weekends. Bill often said that he couldn't understand how you could ignore me the way you did and he always flattered me."

"Anyway, that was the first time he asked me to sleep with him and I agreed. It was exciting and dangerous and it seemed that I was getting even with you in some way. After the first time, I agreed to meet him again the next time you traveled. The second time was not as good as the first but that was because the novelty was gone. The second time was just cheating for no good reason. I thought later that it was like mutual masturbation except that I didn't succeed, nothing more. I had already punished you and there was nothing left to do that would make it different so I don't know why I continued after that but I did.