Chapter 8

Knowing that he only had to set the hook Clint grinned then let his smile morph into a rejected indication of hurt. As a young man, he read a book entitled, THE SALE BEGINS WHEN THE CUSTOMER SAYS NO. As he started practicing what the book told him he found that most denials were simply ways of saying, “I’m interested in what you’re saying but I need more information to make my decision.”

“I apologize if I’ve offended you in any way, Miz Lydia.” His countenance took on the aspect of a remorseful child as he said, “Please don’t go.”

Distrustful of this assertive man she knew she shouldn’t but sat back down. “I can’t stay long Clint,” she said in a conciliatory tone. “I need to go home and have dinner.”

“I have a better idea, Lydia. Have you ever been to the restaurant at the McClintock Suites? It’s first-class.”

He’s not asking me to have dinner with him, is he? Poor guy, he’s wasting his time. She’d had nice, romantic dinners with Pete so many times but never anything as elegant as Elegance the five-star restaurant at the McClintock. She thought about those dinners and realized that most of the romantic ones had been in their first three years of marriage. Over the last couple of years, the restaurants were just that, restaurants, not romantic ones. They had gone the way of the romance that, until recently, had filled their marriage so completely. Sex with Pete had gotten better than ever, he was a skilled lover but now there was no romance in that either. It had simply become a passionate exercise, a way to keep their horns clipped. She felt guilty as she thought why am I even thinking about this?

“Are you ignoring me, Lydia?”

“Are you asking me to go to dinner with you Clint ... at the McClintock, at ELEGANCE?” “Elegance came out a little too excitedly which she regretted.

“I AM Lydia.” Waiting for an answer his eyes became hypnotic.

Compelled by his mesmerizing gaze she thought Oh shit then... the hell with it. “But I’m not dressed to go to Elegance.”

Clint eyed her and said, “Nonsense Miz Lydia. There are tons of women there who are dressed in work attire just like you, they’re all wearing business suits these days ... classy ones I might add. And you look more elegant in yours than they will anyway. Of course, you’d probably look elegant in a bath towel.”

Her face turned bright red at the suggestive compliment. “Don’t overdo it, Clint. If you keep blowing smoke, you can shove it.” It was said with humor, but she meant it—at least she thought she did.

“Where,” he challenged.

“You know where MR. Murdock.”

“Sorry I made the pun Lydia.” Then like an eager teenager, he asked, “Do you mean you’ll GO?” He said it like a boy asking for his first prom date.

Gosh, she thought can he be that excited? Does he think I’m THAT appealing?” She’d been excited by him the moment he’d first spoken to her in the grocery line. Like so many of us who tend to deprecate ourselves, she answered, “If you want to take me there ... and if you think I’m presentable enough...”

“Presentable?” He said, “You’ll knock their socks off.”

She told him about a shortcut to the hotel and asked him to follow her. When they pulled into the hotel entrance, she started to make a turn toward the self-park. He honked his horn and pointed to the valet. “Wow,” she said having rarely used valet parking, and moved over to the valet line. Clint insisted on taking the ticket.

When the Maitre’D at Elegance saw Murdock with the slim, sophisticated-looking lady in the dove gray business suit he appraised her by subtly rolling his eyes and giving Clint the faintest smile of approval. “Welcome back to Elegance Mr. Murdock, your table is ready, elegantly emphasizing it for the lady’s benefit.

When they had been seated and the Maitre’D left them Lydia asked, “When did you have time to make reservations? Or were you so sure of yourself that you made them in advance?”

“No such thing MIZ. Santori,” he said with a chuckle to let her know that he caught the sarcasm. “I am working for the company that owns this hotel; this is my table. It’s one of the perks for employees they value.” It was a boast. “If I’m not going to eat at the restaurant, I call the front desk and tell them to release the table if they need to. We’ve all got to think about profits you know,” ending with a warm smile.

Suspicious that Clint was just a smooth guy who trying to get into her knickers she was hoping for something more, not quite knowing what “more” might entail. While she had fantasized about other men before she never actually considered making such a fantasy happen. She valued her relationship with her husband, something she was beginning to think he didn’t value as much lately. Pete’s work lately was making her feel like she was a rival, something she resented and was lost in not knowing how to combat such a threat. Not since she first met Clint in the grocery line, and he had called to thank her for recommending Veronica to do his sister’s hair had she ever obsessed with one of her fantasy men. With Clint though, it had been happening numerous times during the day. There was no question she would have loved to be bedded by him, wanted him but would I go through with it if he wants it too?

Dinner proved that the name “Elegance” was well chosen. They started with white wine, ate Chateau Briand, and drank an expensive Cabernet. They had Crème Brule for dessert and after two hours finished off with a glass of Port. They talked of their lives, their early lives, and their hopes for the future. Lydia was amazed at how comfortable she had become with Clint—the alcohol certainly helped. His well-placed compliments and praise didn’t hurt either. During dinner, he never once alluded to anything more than having dinner. Though not naïve she wondered what his approach would be when the time came. Whatever it would be she was sure she would turn him down.

Reverting to the way he had first referred to her he said, “Well little lady this has been a far more wonderful evening than even I expected.” He looked at her with longing eyes. “I supposed if you were single, it would be appropriate for me to expect the evening to continue.”

Impressed that he was honoring her status as a married woman she thought he was right, it would be inappropriate. She was so relaxed that it was as if he had been massaging her all evening. Imagining the feeling of his hands caressing her body caused her to shiver which made her realize how wet she had gotten between her legs. Found it difficult to imagine that this confident man seemed so shy in the presence of a compliant woman, but it had an even more endearing effect on her. A brazen thought, “screw fidelity,” made her want to take his hand and lead him to the elevator. Placing her hand tenderly over his she fixed his eyes and murmured, “The evening doesn’t have to end now Clint ... does it?” She wanted to at least see what his room looked like.

Acting like a child at Christmas when he’d opened his most sought-after gift he asked with wide eyes, “Are you, SURE Lydia?” She gave him a languorous smile and simply nodded. On the way up in the elevator he smiled inwardly about how Lydia, after asking him to see his room, seemed to take charge by taking his hand and leading him away from the table. With his hand still in hers, he played back the numerous seductions in which he’d been successful and felt smug at the different kinds of women he’d been with. He counted the married women he’d been assigned to and how they always proved to be the most eager of his prey. He had assessed Lydia properly; she went for the less pressing approach but took over when he wasn’t aggressive enough. He sensed that though she came across as submissive but was probably the initiator of sex with her husband where she probably took the more dominant role. He was looking forward to what would happen when they went into his room.

Opening the door, he let Lydia go in first. She went to the middle of the room, carefully assessed what was there commenting on what an elegant suite it was. He doubted that she had ever been in a suite like this with her husband and that she was probably affected sexually by the opulence. Just as he expected she turned to him, fixed him with deep, hungry eyes, and made her lips sensuously available for a kiss. When he planted his lips on hers, she parted her lips. When he expertly slipped his tongue inside her mouth, she eagerly sucked it tightly in. Clutching his butt with both hands she pulled him against her like she was tightening a wood clamp.

For Lydia who had been fantasizing so intensely about this man for the past six months, she was enticed by his compliments along the way, overwhelmed by the elegant dinner, and warmed to heightened sensuality by the alcohol. Feelings were enhanced by the pull of adventure which heightened her hunger for the exploration of another man. Beyond cheating, it was the need to walk through a new gateway, a coupling opportunity with a delicious, forbidden stranger. It was something she had imagined from the time after the newness began wearing off in her marriage.

At the moment her open lips were melting into his, their tongues exploring each other’s, snaking into the humid recesses of their conjoined mouths. Her skirt had been hiked up far enough to allow his thigh to press between her legs. With ragged breaths she humped against it, working her clitoris against his solid thigh muscle, grinding on it in an agitated state of exhilaration. Her ecru silk blouse having been pulled out of the waist of her skirt allowed Clint’s fingers to fumble with the hook on her bra.

As the first male lips other than her husband’s pillowed against hers the electricity beckoned her hand to brush Clint’s fly, find his zipper, and struggle to zip it down. The excitement caused her nipples to knot and another surge of wetness to flood her vulval petals. Any guilt that was trying to horn in on the experience was rapidly being washed away. She wanted him, wanted his kisses, wanted his hands to explore her body, and wanted to feel his penis that was now pressing against the back of her hand. As she grasped it, she thought Oh GOD what a WONDERFUL thing. It was so hard and stiff, feeling to her more rigid than Pete’s, though it didn’t fill her grasp the way Pete’s did. He’s not as large she thought but a bird in the hand ... Clint’s knob felt strangely larger though, strikingly so. Wanting to feast her eyes on the essence of her lover’s maleness she needed to see what he would be thrusting into her body, that marvelous male presence that would be massaging her insides so deliciously. I can feel his PULSE. It matched the beat of his heart against her chest, the same as in his lips that had become so incredibly soft. I want him so much.

As Lydia murmured an anxious moan and struggled to create space between them Clint thought God, I love the way married women are so predictable. He eased his embrace, pulled his thigh from between her legs, and put his hands under her arms to help her as she began the drop to her knees. He watched as she inspected his erect phallus in her grasp while mouthing an approving “yes,” smiling up at him in the accustomed surprise he experienced with all his women for the first time.

Though she had been a virgin when she got married Lydia always loved feeling the bulk of a boy’s or a young college student’s erect cock in her hand. Whenever she saw one clearly, she viewed it as a work of art. Sometimes she even secretly sketched what she remembered seeing and put it in her memory book. In her view, Pete’s was the prettiest: large and fully veined with a surrounding, suede-like circumcision scar and a beautifully sculpted helmet-like glans. What she had in her hand now was nowhere near as beautiful. It was almost comical. Resembling a xylophone mallet (a smaller shaft and a very large, round head). Stifling an amused chuckle, she imagined a medieval battering ram and wondered what the unusually large roundness of his head would feel like as it opened her vagina and moved inside her. To maintain her virginity before marriage she would often accommodate her boyfriend by fellating him. It gave her early satisfaction in knowing how much this act pleased each partner which led to oral gratification becoming an important part of sex for her. So, it was second nature for her to suck Pete almost every time they had sex, either before or after he’d come inside her vagina. Closing her eyes she licked the lip-like opening of Clint’s knob and sampled the offering of his silky precum. Savoring the taste of the delicacy she licked her lips and then slid them over the head his orb-like cock, easing them halfway down his shaft. Shaping her tongue into a trough she dragged it back to his head where it fluttered between the lobes on the bottom. His reaction was the same as every man she’d ever sucked; he winced, and his knees seemed to weaken. As she looked up with flirty eyes he gazed down and whispered, “Yes babe do it, do it,” whispering, “just like that.”

Strangely she resented that he had been sucked by other women, hoping that she did it better than any of those had done. Accepting that he was a man of many conquests she experienced the strange feeling that she was now part of a sexual sisterhood. She wasn’t a jealous woman but wondered if her husband was being sucked by other women as well. He had better NOT be. Because she was engaging in illicit sex at the moment she almost laughed out loud at her thoughts of denunciation. At least I hope she isn’t better than me. Bobbing rhythmically on Clint’s cock and feeling it fill her mouth and tantalize her tongue; she felt the need for the caress of his naked skin on hers. As if she were hugging herself, she crossed her arms, peeled her blouse over her head then reached behind and unsnapped and shed her bra. Feeling freed by her boldness she bobbed faster on his cock, causing her breasts to jiggle and bounce with her enthusiastic repetitions. Having gotten Clint’s pants and boxers down past his ass she fondled his loose and low hanging balls as her mouth continued in slurping exhilaration.

Though Clint was accustomed to having sex with numerous women there was an enhanced excitement with Lydia that he hadn’t felt when with most of the others. To begin with, she was one of the most beautiful women he had been with—classy and demure. Though she had originally tried to resist his advances it was apparent that she enjoyed sex to a more sophisticated degree than many married women he’d known. He was accustomed to women who sucked him because they knew he expected it. But few women seemed to enjoy it as much Lydia appeared to be. Because his excitement was more than usual, he was doing his best not to pop prematurely. Cautioning restraint he said, “I can’t hold back much longer Lydia.”

His admonition simply increased her desire to both please him and confirm her fellatio skill. She wanted him to come in her mouth, wanted to feel the gushers of his pleasure bending her uvula and splashing against the back of her throat. At that moment though, she wanted to feel the unique ball-shape of his penis inside her pussy. Though she wanted to satisfy the man she had been fantasizing about sex with for the past six months she was more interested in pleasing herself. While breaking the rules and cheating on the man with whom she promised to love, honor, and obey; there had to be a payoff for to be putting herself at such risk.