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Good for the Gander - in progress
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Good for the Gander - in progress Author's note:This post will be periodically updated as new chapters are added. The newest chapter will always be a separate post. "Dammit, John, another business trip?" Janet slammed her coffee mug to the table, splashing liquid across her crumb-covered breakfast plate. "You just got back from the last one the day before yesterday. Two weeks I was without my husband! It gets so lonely here without you." John frowned at the disapproving look in his wife's dark, stormy blue eyes. "I know, dear, but its my job. The company's been opening new stores and I'm the guy in charge of opening new stores. We're in a period of expansion right now, so I've got to stay on top of it if we want to continue being the market leaders. And the word on the grapevine is that I'm in line for a promotion after this! I don't think we'll be having to deal with too many more of these long business trips." "But this is the fourth trip this year," Janet squeaked annoyedly. "And its only May!" "Yes, dear. Its not easy on me, either, you know." John set his tablet aside and steepled his fingers under his chin. "Living out of a suitcase, crappy take-out meals snuck between meetings, long drives around unfamiliar cities, coming back to the big, empty bed at the hotel..." "Drinking with until 2am, catered opening parties, pretty girls..." Janet interrupted ruefully. "Laughing at jokes that aren't funny, fake smiles hurting my cheeks, pretending to be interested in stupid stories from uninteresting people and no wife!" John sighed deeply. "Seriously, Janet. I don't really like these trips. I'd much rather be here with you enjoying the fruits of all my hard labor." "Is Lindsey going?" John gave Janet a long, hard, silent stare, then finally said, "yes, Ms. McKenna will be going, too. She is the most knowledgeable and helpful assistant I've ever had at the company. I'm not sure the current expansions would be half so successful without her. She is very good with people." Janet rolled her eyes and blew an errant wisp of auburn hair off her forehead. "I bet she's good with people." "Not this again?" John got up from the table. "Look, I have to get packed and ready. I leave in the morning." "She's twenty-six years old and has a body most supermodels would be jealous of, with those emerald green eyes and that huge rack. And I've seen the way she flirts with you. Right in front of me at the Christmas party like that. Shameless!" Janet wagged her finger accusingly at John. "I don't like it!" "There is nothing going on between us!" John stormed out of the kitchen, and without looking back, said, "Its just work." Janet crossed her arms furiously and kicked the leg of the table. "Looks like another couple weeks with my battery-powered boyfriend. Damn these business trips!" She shoved her chair back so hard as she stood up, it clattered over backwards. "And damn that Lindsey McKenna! I swear if I ever find out she's been with my John, I'll skin her alive and wear her tits as earmuffs!" She hugged herself tightly for a while, then sighed and set about clearing up the breakfast mess. ---------------------------------------------------------------- "I'm sorry, John." John looked up from the half-packed suitcases surrounded by shirts and slacks on their bed to find Janet leaning against the doorway wearing a clinging, diaphanous ivory-colored silk nightgown. After a moment's pause to consider, he turned towards her and opened his arms wide. "Its alright, honey. I understand. Believe me." She crossed the room and crushed herself into John's embrace. "I just miss you so much. You haven't been around a lot the last couple of years since you moved into management and I'm starting to feel like I'm married to my phone calls from you and not you. Late night sexy talk only goes so far, even with a webcam. I need to feel you. I need my husband!" John kissed the top of her head. "It won't be for much longer, love. I promise, once all of these trips are done with it'll be just you and me. We can move into that big house on Sunglade Drive that I know you've had your eye on. We'll buy you a sexy, new bikini, take a nice long vacation and I'll give you every bit of my attention." Janet wriggled against him like a kitten, nuzzling her nose into his scruffy, unshaven neck, relishing the feel of his dark stubble against her cheeks and lips. "I could use some attention now. We haven't made love since you got back from the last trip, and I'm not letting you leave me behind, empty and frustrated." She kissed behind his ear and sucked his earlobe between her teeth to give it a gentle nibble. "Let me send you off with a nice memory to keep you warm." John's protest came out, breathless and weak, "but the bed is covered and I've got to get this packing done." He gripped her shoulders, but was almost pulling her close more than he was pushing her away. "I'll help you pack in a bit." With one long swipe of her arm, the bed was clear of cases, clothes and blankets. "Get naked, mister, right now!" She yanked open the front of John's shirt, sending buttons flying in all directions. "Janet!" John sounded scandalized. "What's gotten into you?" "Its more what isn't in me." Janet climbed up onto the bed and began displaying herself like a stripper, writhing in time to her own pulse of desire, squeezing her plump breasts and aiming sword-sharp, seductive eyes at her husband. "Why don't you come over here and let me present you my strongest, uh, oral arguments?" She ran her tongue around the red oval of her mouth and bit her bottom lip. "But my plane leaves at five o'clock in the morning and its already nearly eleven p.m. I've still got to shower and pack and get some sleep before I drive to the airport!" Janet already had his belt undone and was tugging him towards the bed. "The way I'm feeling, I don't think this one will take too long." She pulled his zipper down and dropped his slacks to the floor in a puddle around his ankles, leaving only the thin fabric of his boxer shorts between her and her prize. "Oh, Janet. I don't know...," he said, looking uncertain. But Janet wasn't listening. She hooked one finger into the opening at the front of his shorts, pulling the flap aside and John's thick member sprang free like a beast lunging at its prey. Janet gave an appreciative "Oooo" and waggled her eyebrows, pulling him towards her. She opened her mouth and made a bubbly, closed-eyes sighing sound as the smooth skin of his manhood slid along her tongue, pressing towards the back of her throat. She wrapped her manicured fingers around his backside and pulled him closer until his hairy, wrinkled sack was pressed against her chin and the tip of him was nearly against her tonsils. "Mmmmmmmmm," she moaned happily around her mouthful of husband. "Oh, Janet...," John pulled up the tails of his shirt with one hand and wrapped a fistful of Janet's hair in his other so he could watch his wife work. He let his head fall back as he slowly rocked his hips back and forth, remembering what had made him want to call Janet for a second date so many years ago. Any protests he still had quickly melted away as his passion mounted and he pulled Janet off of his rod and up to cover her face in lustful kisses. Janet lay back on the bed, pulling up the skirts of her nighty and letting her knees fall wide apart. She ran a finger along her steamy, hot slit and beckoned her husband to climb on. She felt as though her lower half would melt off completely from the heat rising between her legs if John didn't come take care of her needs. She already felt on the verge of orgasm and needed him pressing her into the bed, crushing her mound against the base of his cock and bouncing her soft breasts in time to his thrusting. "Now, John. Take me now. I need it so badly." John stripped off the last of the cloth containing his body, and moved onto the bed between his wife's legs. He stroked his hand along her cheek, pressing his thumb into her mouth. He moved his hand further down to squeeze one of her pendulous chest globes and tweak the eraser-stiff bump at the center of her puckered areola that was pushing against the sheer fabric of her nightgown. He put his hands on the back of her knees and put his weight down over her, spreading her eagerness further open and ready for him. Without his hands to help guide it, he had to move slowly and deliberately with his hips to make sure he was lined up with her opening. Janet was nearly<b> vibrating </font></b>with excitement, ready to feel him slide into her sex, needing that little painful pop as the head pushed past the gripping muscles trying to keep him out of her tender, wet hole. She reached down between them and grabbed the base of his shaft to help guide him in. She gasped, then sighed as she felt the head of his rod pressing against her labia, beginning to stretch her open. The ringing of the phone broke the moment like an avalanche of broken glass and ice water. "No!" Janet screamed. "No, no, no! Not now!" Janet felt John pull away from her and his rapidly softening member slipped from her grip. "Don't answer it, John!" John already had his phone to his ear. "Hello? Yeah, its me. What's up?" John furrowed his brow angrily at what he was hearing. "Now? Are you sure?" "No, John. Don't." Janet looked at him pleadingly. "Please, John, not now." John held up a finger at Janet, asking for her silence. "Can it wait? I'm kinda...," his voice trailed off. "I see. Yeah. Yeah, but...yeah, I'll be ready in thirty minutes." "Thirty minutes? What's going on, John?" John set his phone down on the bedside table, not meeting Janet's gaze. "That was my boss. One of our competitors showed up in the town where we're opening the new store and is wining and dining some city council members to try and get the permits through to open up their store before ours, or maybe he's trying to get our permits delayed. I don't know what he's doing, I just know I have to leave tonight to try and put a stop to it." He looked up at Janet helplessly, "like right now, Janet. They're sending a car for me so I can try to get some rest on the way to the airport." Janet shrieked like a harpy being offered a bath. "How could you? In the middle of this? You're just going to leave me here?" She flung a pillow at John's head and stomped out of their bedroom, kicking John's pile of clean clothes across the floor on her way by. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Janet leaned against the living room window watching a pair of crimson lights disappearing into the night. She closed her eyes and rolled her forehead against the cold glass forlornly. She couldn't decide if she'd rather break something, collapse in a sobbing heap, or vomit. For a brief moment, she considered pushing against the window until the glass broke and she tumbled out into the front yard onto the bushes below. She thumped the window-frame with her fist, then sniffed hard and scrubbed away the tear crawling down her cheek. "No," she decided firmly, stamping her foot. "Nope. I won't give that bastard the satisfaction." She pushed away from the window and turned towards the empty room behind her. What could she do? He was gone, her emotions were a wreck and her body was churning with a mixture of unrequited passion and a very upset stomach. "Another night trying to entertain myself." Janet barked a humorless laugh and shook her head sadly. "I should have something to eat, but I don't think my tummy can handle it." She wandered into the silent depths of her house, lost like an amnesia victim, turning off lights and feeling as empty as the rooms she passed through. She stepped into her bedroom and through into her bathroom, pulling the door closed behind her. Why could he not understand? She was so terribly lonely. Didn't he have needs, too? She turned on the tap in the sink and splashed cold water on her face, then looked at herself in the mirror. "And he's going off with that bitch for another two weeks! Sure, she's younger than me and has bigger boobs, but I'm still tight and toned like I used to be, and I have a much better face. I bet that face of hers looks awful without makeup." Janet stood back from the sink and considered her reflection in the long, three-panel mirror. At thirty-seven years, she had kept her high-school figure...nearly. She pressed her hands against the slight bulge of her lower belly and stood all of her five-feet-and-seven-inches up very straight, pushing her shoulders back. She turned back and forth, watching her doppelganger in the glass mimic her moves as she critically assessed her own merits. She pulled her nightgown off over her head and took a couple steps back so she could see even more of herself. Long, wavy, hair tumbled like the glory of autumn around her lean face, framing her alabaster skin and accentuating her vivid cerulean eyes. She had classically chiseled, almost porcelain features, with full, high cheekbones and a slightly upturned little nose. Her soft breasts were still firm, full and supple...though not as high on her chest as they used to be. Her hourglass shape was still mostly intact, thanks to eating right and her almost daily walks down to the riverfront. She turned a bit further along to admire her pert, curvy bottom, which she often felt was her best feature after her eyes. In ages past, her beauty may have started wars. "Gorgeous," she pronounced, standing proudly with her hands on her flaring hips and her feet apart. "I'm crazy to think he'd want that little girl when he could have a real woman, like me." But she couldn't maintain the facade to herself for long and she sat down hard on the edge of the tub, burying her face in her hands as she quietly shook, fighting back tears. After a slow infinity of minutes had passed, she felt as hollow as a cheap chocolate rabbit with the ears bit off. There was no more sad that she could squeeze out and frankly, her eyes hurt. Janet leaned back and twisted the knob to turn on the shower, holding her hand under the splashing water until the temperature had reached a level that might turn a lobster red. She stood up and stepped into the tub, sliding the frosted door into place, then she leaned into the stream of water, letting it cascade over her, hoping it might burn away her feelings and carry them off in a cloud of steam. "Damn him," she said, grabbing her loofah and viciously covering it with a tropically-scented gel. "And damn her, too." she went to work scouring her epidermis until it felt as if at least three layers of skin had been removed. "Ruining my night and leaving me here while he runs off for two more weeks with Lindsey 'look-at-my-tits' McKenna. Its not fair!" She stayed in the shower, angrily scrubbing every inch of her body and cursing the two suspected lovers until the water ran cold and she couldn't stand it any longer. Then she wrapped her hair in a towel, meandered out to her bedroom and flopped face-down on her bed. She lay there for several long minutes, just trying to keep her mind empty. But it soon began to wander to her unsatisfied desires and she began to picture John's firmly muscled body in her mind. The smell of him was still on the sheets and it was intoxicating to her. She writhed along the soft cotton, inhaling his essence and grinding her body against the mattress. "Looks like this is a job for old reliable." Janet smiled blandly and reached for the drawer of her bedside table, pulling out a slim, pink wand. She lay back on her pillow and twisted the dial at the end of her toy causing it to buzz to life somewhat weakly. "Ugh. I forgot to get more batteries. Nothing wants to cooperate with me tonight!" She slid it down into the old familiar spot and cupped one of her boobs with the other hand in the old familiar way. She ground her hips listlessly up against the vibrator and ran her other hand across her neck, her chest, around her belly and along her thighs as though searching for something. She twisted and squeezed one nipple painfully and jammed her toy hard against her less-than-slick opening, trying desperately to get her mind out of the real world. Finally, in a fit of frustration, she made an animal noise and flung her useless lover across the room where a loud "crack" marked the death of the decorative vase her mother-in-law had given her and John as a wedding present. She flailed her arms and legs against her bed in a childish tantrum, then lay still, staring at the ceiling. Suddenly, an idea she thought she had left far behind her in her crazy high school days snuck up and clobbered her mind. "I need a drink." ---------------------------------------------------------------- Janet slid into the backseat of the red and white taxi still undecided as to where to go. She had started off thinking of just raiding her husband's entertaining stash in the kitchen, but she wanted to be around other human beings for a while because there was no way she was surviving a night drinking alone. There was no one she could call, she didn't have any friends that weren't some work connection from John and she wanted nothing to do with them tonight. So she had to go out. As much as she wanted touched, she was a faithful wife and in no mood to be hit on by strangers at a bar. No matter how much she wanted to punish John, she had no proof he was doing anything other than what he claimed, so even a one night affair was out. She was equally uninterested in having some stripper humping his bulging, dollar-bill-crusted crotch at her face and she didn't want to be wasting that money anyway. Where could she go that would let her enjoy an eyeful of man-candy, where she wouldn't get hit on and most importantly where she could get good and sloppy drunk? "To The Rodeo, please," Janet said firmly. 'Gay men should be safe and mostly good looking,' she thought to herself as she leaned back into the stiff seat. The driver tossed her a curious glance in the rear-view mirror, then drove off without a word. As the streetlights and stop signs rolled by, the quiet minutes stretched on and Janet's pensive mood hung in the air as thick as the smell of sweat, old leather and stale cigar smoke. "Penny for your thoughts, lady?" The driver's thick Brooklyn accent was almost alien this far west and Janet gave him a strange look. "Um, no," Janet said politely, looking back out the window. "Thank you." "Look, lady," the man shifted the unlit cigar he was chewing on from one side of his mouth to the other without taking his hands off the wheel or his eyes off the mirror. "There ain't a lot of us left, but I'm old school. Cabby's like me, we gots a code, see? A kinda oath. What happens in dis cab, what's said in here...it stays in here, and that ain't just some crap-ass slogan from Vegas. I take pride in keeping the confidences of my clientele." He looked back down at the road ahead as another light turned green. "So, what's up? What's eatin' yous?" "No offense, but I don't think I want to share my problems with some cab driver." "Hey, none taken. But, uh, I know from experience, sometimes it can help to say it out loud. Just get it outsida ya. Know what I'm sayin'?" Janet considered for a little while, then exhaled as though her stopper had been pulled. "My husband is a work-a-holic, traveling all the time. I never get to see him any more. He just left on another trip two days after getting back from the last one." She picked fitfully at one of her fingernails, mumbling, "And he has this gorgeous, young assistant..." "Oh, and you t'ink he's bangin' dis broad?" "Um, yeah. Well, no, not really. I...I don't really know. I think so, but I don't have any proof, just a feeling that something is going on" "Hmph." The cabby wisely proclaimed. "So, now you're going out to shows yourself a good time wit'out him, is dat it?" "Yup. That's the plan at least." Janet looked down at her shoes, nervously picking off an invisible piece of fluff. "Its been forever since I've been much of anywhere outside my house alone. God, I'm such a freak." The driver twisted around in his seat as the car came to a stop in front of a building with a plethora of homosexual stereotypes milling about outside and loud, twangy music blaring from inside. "Don't be too hard on yourself. A good man should be taking care of all of his woman's needs. You just stay true and be careful, eh? Keep your eyes open, and maybe start armorin' up your heart a little, in case it all goes south." Janet furrowed her brow considering her oracle's sage advice. "I...I will." She stepped out of the cab, feeling strangely better, and pressed a wad of bills into the driver's meaty palm. "Thank you." "Hey, no problem. Name's Mack, by da way," he said, tucking the money into a narrow slot in his dashboard. "Mack Rizzo. And, no, dat ain't some nickname or joke, dat's da name my mama gave me." He turned back around with an oddly crisp and clean business card. "Need a cab? Yous call on me, I'll take care of ya. Make sure no perverts try to take ya home or nothin'." "I'm Janet. Janet Claudsen." She offered her hand to shake. "It was nice meeting you, Mack." Without taking her hand, he drove away with a "Fugedaboudit" and a cough of acrid fumes from his tailpipe. Several emotions from confusion to appreciation fought for control of Janet's face as she blinked and vaguely waved at Mack's receding tail-lights. She looked at the card in her hand for a moment, then carefully filed it at the front of the collection in her small clutch behind her cash and turned toward the crowd beside her. She inhaled deeply, steeling her nerves and smoothing the fabric of her little black dress over her fluttering stomach. A few hours and a couple of daiquiris later, Janet was feeling much better. Everything had melted into a pleasant, drunken haze and the beefcake walking around had teased her agonized libido into a frenzy. She was just collecting her belongings and thinking about going home, when a familiar pair of boobs bounced across her vision. She couldn't believe it. Was that really her? "Lindsey?!?" Janet lurched off her stool and moved unsteadily towards a woman in a tight red mini dress. "Janet? Oh my GOD!" She took Janet's arm and helped her sit back down and steady the room. "Does John know you're here?" "John's here?" "Oh." Lindsey screwed her face up with an apologetic look. "You didn't know." Janet's face was turning red with anger and hatred. "Is he here with you?" Without thinking her hand closed on a nearby fork. "No, no." Lindsey put her hands up. "Wait, you really don't know?" Janet was totally confused. "Know what? What's going on here?" Lindsey bit her lip and thought for a moment. She wrestled with several conflicting ideas, then found one she liked and smiled wickedly. "There's something you should know about your husband." ---------------------------------------------------------------- |
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