Chapter 6: Discussions

It turned out they needed to get dressed after all. Cullie found a concierge book on the dresser, and they looked through it until they found the room service phone number and menu. Janet called down for a steak and sides dinner for two, along with a bottle of champagne, and they were informed dinner would be brought up in forty-five minutes. Then they decided to clean up. Both Janet and Cullie showered and dressed and then set about trying to ‘hide the evidence’. There was a small table with a couple of chairs in the corner and that was brought out and placed where they could sit at it comfortably.

The waiter who brought their dinner wasn’t fooled by Cullie and Janet’s attempts to look innocent. There was a distinct aroma of sex in the room and there were some obvious wet spots on the bedspread. Still, it wasn’t his place to comment so he rolled the cart in and placed everything on the table. He simply rolled his eyes as he left the room and left the cart in the hallway.

Cullie lifted the lids to the trays and set everything on the table. Then he turned to Janet and said, “Turn around.”

“What are you up to?” she asked as she turned away from him.

She learned a second later when he unzipped her dress and pushed it off her shoulders. Janet giggled and stepped out of the dress and turned back to find Cullie stripping off his shirt and pants. “Just be careful where you are aiming when you open the champagne,” she warned.

“Ouch!” Cullie peeled off the foil on the bottle and then looked at the cork in its cage. He had never actually opened a bottle of champagne and had to figure out removing the cage and then twisting off the cork. A loud POP ensued and the cork flew up to the ceiling and bounced down to land in his mashed potatoes. “Holy shit!”

Janet laughed and held out her wine glass. “Like I said, watch where you are aiming! Think that might ruin the evening?”

“Give everybody a lot to laugh about over at Albany Med!” he agreed.

“Well, sit and eat. As soon as we finish, we can have dessert.” Cullie looked at her curiously and she said, “Sixty-nine makes for a delicious dessert!”

He smiled and nodded. He started cutting up his small rib eye and took a bite. Then he looked at her tits jiggling slightly as she cut her own steak. “God, you are gorgeous.”

Janet blushed. “Thank you.” She looked down at where his eyes were staring, and she shook her tits at him. “Like them?”

“That’s a trick question, right?” He looked at her tits and lewdly licked his lips. Janet’s breasts were large, C or D cups, that sat high and proud on her chest and sported pale pointy nipples. “They look perfect!”

She laughed. “Thank you. They should, considering how much my husband paid for them.”

“Really?”

“I’ll show you the scars when we go back to bed. He had me do them about ten or twelve years ago.”

“Really? He made you get implants?”

She shook her head. “No, it wasn’t like that. I was actually for it. I was twenty-nine at the time and the girls were starting to sag and get flabby. He suggested and I agreed. The results are pretty nice.”

“Wow!”

“The marriage was starting to slip at the time. I suppose I was hoping this would bring us together again.”

“And did it?”

Janet shrugged. “Not really. He was becoming more and more immersed in his business, and I was becoming less important as a partner and more important as a sexual outlet.” She saw the confusion on his face. “Ask your mother someday. A good marriage is more than just the sex, which is a lot of fun but isn’t everything. It’s a partnership, hopefully a partnership of equals. Your parents had that. Greg and I don’t.”

Cullie said, “But you are still married.”

She nodded. “It’s not so much a marriage any longer. It’s more like we share a house he can crash in when he’s in town, a house where he gets to bang the landlady.”

“Sounds sort of strange. I’m not trying to be judgmental, but is that good? For you? Do you want more?”

“What do you think tonight is, Cullie? This is the more!” She reached over and squeezed his hand, and then reached under the table and fondled his cock, eliciting a groan. “You’re right, it’s not a great marriage. He cares more about his work and his business than me, and you’re right, that isn’t great. He’s on the road for a week or more at a time, and when he comes home, I’m the housekeeper. I wash the laundry and take stuff to the dry cleaner and cook some home-cooked meals. And we have sex, a lot of sex, and trust me, it’s not bad. He fucks me and I cum. But Cullie, there is no passion left. I’ve had enough. I want passion again. That’s why I’m here. You, you are passion!”

He finished his dinner and wiped his mouth. Cullie poured some more champagne. “Did you ever try sharing his travels? Go with him on his trips?”

Janet gave a wry smile and nodded. “Back at the beginning I went with him on a few trips, but it got really boring. He’d spend the day in business meetings and then might see me for dinner, or not. Sometimes he would end up hitting some clubs with the guys.”

“Clubs?”

“Strip joints,” she explained. “Anyway, I’d spend the entire time sitting in a hotel room or traveling. Sorry, not interested. I can miss my husband here or I can miss him there. Here is a lot easier.”

“Why do you stay married? Why not get a divorce? You’re already separated,” he asked. “Or is that not a good question?”

She shrugged. “I’ve wondered at times. We probably will divorce at some point. Right now, it’s comfortable. I mean, I don’t have to put up with him that much and we do get to have sex every week or two. We’re more like friends with benefits, sort of. More benefits than friends. Now, I want some passion. I find the right passionate person, maybe I get a divorce and try something different.”

“Huh.” Cullie didn’t know what to say.

“Not sure Greg would notice. It’s not like he isn’t getting his own on the side.” Janet laughed at Cullie’s expression. “I’m on the pill and he knows it, so why did I find a condom wrapper in a pants pocket when I was doing the wash one weekend? Hmm?”

Janet finished her dinner and they gathered up the dishes and put them on the tray. That got pushed out the door and they finished off the champagne. “Enough of this! I did not come here to hash over my husband’s issues.” She pulled the bedspread off and dumped it on the floor. Then she pulled a tube of Astroglide from her purse and set it on the nightstand. She turned the light on over the headboard and said, “Turn off the room light and get over here. I need some of that passion we were talking about!”

Cullie smiled and did as he was ordered. The orders he received the rest of the night brought even more smiles. When they checked out Sunday both Cullie and Janet were in a state of advanced carnal exhaustion. He walked her to her car and Janet asked, “So, how did we do? Pleased or disappointed?”