Chapter 13
When Dwight called to say he wanted to see her, and that they had to talk, Barbara knew what was coming. And she was ready. He chose the time and she picked the place -- the same hotel room where they had first gotten together. He arrived just after one in the after-noon.
"I think I would have preferred somewhere else," he said candidly.
"I know," Barbara answered, moving onto the bed, adopting a come-hither lounging position. She had on a slinky white dress and high heels. Her legs, with plenty showing, were bare.
"You know?"
"You're here to dump me, aren't you?" she said without malice.
She surprised him, but he recovered. "I wouldn't put it quite that way," he said.
"No matter. I intend to talk you out of it. Or at least to prove something."
"What?"
"That I can have you, despite your supposed commitment to your wife."
"There's nothing supposed about it."
"How nice for both of you." She patted a space in front of her on the bed. "Come tell me all about it."
He hesitated, but then to prove he was not afraid of her, or himself, he went over and sat down, facing her. She shifted closer, more around in front of him, but seemed to only want to listen.
"Rachel's changed," he said. "She actually seems interested in taking care of me."
"I wonder what came over her," Barbara said.
"Well, it might have something to do with an anonymous note I sent her, say that I was having an affair."
"You what?"
"I had begun to have my doubts about her. I wanted to see how she'd react, what she'd do about it, if any-thing."
"And?"
"I expected her to confront me, but she didn't. She apparently assumed it was true, and that she was at fault, and ever since has been trying to win me back. She's been doing a heck of a job of it too."
"Well, aren't you the clever dick."
"I have to admit it has turned out rather well. And that's why I shouldn't go on seeing you. She wants me, and it's making me want her all over gain."
"I want you too," Barbara said.
"I'm sorry."
She lay her head down on a pillow, gazing up at him. "Are you sure it's you she wants, or is she just protecting her future?"
"Don't be catty."
"I'm serious. I know her in ways that you don't. Think about it."
"What are you trying to do? Break up the marriage?"
"No. Keep her, if you want her. Just be careful. Don't go back to where she can start taking you for granted again."
"Again?"
"You didn't feel it? Why did you let me seduce you then? Where did your doubts come from?"
"I guess you're right. I did feel taken for granted."
"You were too devoted to her. There has to be a balance of give and take in a marriage and you were putting it out of whack. Right now you sound in danger of going back to that."
"You're telling me to be more selfish."
"Not selfish, exactly. Just be more of your own per-son."
"And I should do that by continuing this affair, huh?"
"We don't have to see each other every week. Just every now and then, just to keep you from getting swept away by Rachel's dubious charms."
"You seem angry with her," he observed. "Are you sure you're not just trying to get back at her for some-thing?"
Perceptive rascal, Barbara though. But the less said about her motivations the better. Not that she had them all sorted out yet, although she did know that she wasn't going to be ordered around by Rachel, and she wasn't ever going to let the bitch get away with anything where Dwight was concerned.
"We have had a falling out," Barbara answered. "But that's between her and me. As for wanting you in my bed, well, you don't really think there's anything phony about that, do you? And you don't think I'm faking it, do you?"
He considered her as if from a distance. "Just every now and then, huh?"
"Now sounds especially good."
"It'd be dirty. A bad thing to do to Rachel."
"If she's forgiven you for one affair, she'll forgive you for another -- if she finds out."
"Isn't that taking her for granted?"
"You could always write her another note."
Dwight showed a wry grin. "You've got an answer for everything. Is that why we wind up in bed each time we have a serious talk?"
"We wind up in bed because we're hot for each other. This conversation is just a springboard. We seem to need excuses or reasons to actually do it."
"It'd be simpler if we didn't care."
"We're doing okay."
His eyes appeared to consider her again, rather intimately this time around. A half-smile on his lips, he slowly bent down and kissed her on the mouth, softly, taking a sample of her tempting offer.
"You're a bad girl," he murmured, "bringing a married man to a hotel room and luring him into bed. Making him want things he shouldn't want, and forget things he should remember. You're a very bad girl."
"I must be. I'm not wearing anything under this dress."
"Damn," he whispered. "I knew it."
"I'd rather not be wearing anything."
"Me too."
Barbara rolled over onto her stomach, close to him. Her leg was bent, tilting her hips, showing off her ass. "Unzip me," she breathed.
He pulled the zipper to her waist, then reached up to grasp each shoulder of the dress and peel it down. Barbara twisted and rocked and lifted portions of her body and helped him work the dress off.
Naked to her heels, she rolled onto her side. There was a smile on her face as her sharp eyes darted over Dwight's clothed form. "Now you," she purred.
He stood beside the bed and undressed. Barbara watched, her head remaining fixed as she rolled onto her back and slid the fingers of one hand down onto her pubic mound, eagerly caressing herself.
She felt wonderful. She had outsmarted Rachel, and in her own way was standing up to the bitch. She was helping make up for all the cheating Rachel had done on Dwight. She was helping to keep Dwight from being taken advantage of. And she was getting a piece of him for herself, which may have been what she'd really wanted all along.
His cock was almost erect when he joined her on the bed. She felt it harden between their bodies as they lay together on their sides, legs entwined, arms embracing, mouths fused together. She forgot about Rachel then, and ulterior motives, and let the sweet, rich feelings of being naked in the arms of a sexy man wash over her.
Barbara ground her pubic mound against Dwight's shaft, causing it to burn hotter and stronger. His arms pulled at her with increasing lust, his mouth hungering for her.
She managed to make enough room between them for her hand to slide onto Dwight's hard-on. "I like that cock," she said against his lips. "I can't explain. When-ever I get near it I just want to fuck."
"Then fuck," he breathed.
"Not yet. I want to play with you first." She slid her hand off his shaft and onto his balls, and cradled them in open fingers.
"Two can play at that game," Dwight responded, his hand brushing down between Barbara's thighs. She parted them for him and he worked caressing fingers over the responsive folds of her pussy.
They had had all different kinds of moments together, from passionate to shameful, from patient to ardent quickies. The best were this kind, where it was easy going and open and carefree. Barbara couldn't recall the last time she'd giggled in bed, before Dwight, but it was delicious to go back to it. Dwight liked it too, she could tell.
She brought her clutching fingers up from Dwight's nuts and curled them about his shaft again. She whisked them up and down on his pecker, the friction making soft rasping noises, the sexy sound of skin on skin.
Dwight's hand was silent, with Barbara making the sexy sounds. Her throat gurgled and crooned with all kinds of delight, and she gasped with pleasure when he sank a bold finger into her moistened lining.
His deep-reaching digit twirled and twisted with purposeful strokes inside her, stirring up wilder and wilder excitement. Her hips wouldn't hold still on the bed, and her hand started pulled at Dwight's pecker with a purposefulness of its own.
"You want it?" he said against her ear.
"I want it," she answered. "Mmmmm, do I want it."
He moved and was in position on top of her. Barbara kicked her legs up on either side of his body, her knees coming most of the way to his shoulders, her feet in the air.
His hands slipped from her twat and she drew his raging hard-on toward her totally vulnerable, waiting hole. When first contact was made, Barbara moved the tip up and down her outer furrow, rubbing her pussy lips with the hot smoothness of his glans.
She then centered his cockhead in the lower part of her outer slit and held her fingers against his shaft, as if to guide him straight into her when he pressed forward. His sweaty balls slid into her grasp as he sank into her chute, and she applied light squeezes to them. Her hips lifted and she ground herself against Dwight where they joined together, seeking every last fraction of his length.
"Ohhh," she said in a hush, and Dwight kissed her mouth, a firm kiss she answered with a fiery one of her own.
"Fuck me," she breathed. "Fuck me so I can cum all over you."
He claimed her anew with another kiss, his body undulating into action. His cock went dragging way up out of Barbara, only to come plunging in again and again and again.
A lewd grin spread her lips, and his. "You're good," she said. "You're very good."
"We're good," he corrected.
"I almost want to ask if it's as good as with Rachel."
"Don't get any ambitions now," he cautioned easily.
"You're persuasive, but I'm going to stay married."
"It's gonna be rough for me, having to get by without you for days on end."
"You should look for someone else to fill in the empty spaces."
"You wouldn't be trying to get rid of me, would you?" she teased.
"Just trying to help."
"Got anyone in mind for me?"
"I trust your judgment. You do have excellent taste, after all."
She smiled widely. "I do, don't I."
Dwight picked up the slowed-down pace and ran his hard length into Barbara in a series of deliciously provocative thrusts. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held on tight as he rocked her to her very soul with his virile fucking. An impassioned whine rose out of her throat, capping off with a rasping cry and a dramatic twist of her head.
Dwight went slower and she seemed to calm. She wriggled under him, her ass hunching up at his driving hips, bucking against him to find out what else she could provoke from him.
He maintained control, drawing out the kicks for them both. It wasn't really fucking unless it was made to last. Together they reveled in the age-old rhythms and the tireless pleasures of good fucking.
"Change," Barbara said suddenly, without saying to what.
Dwight pushed himself up and away from her, his cock withdrawing in the process. His ass settled on his heels and he watched Barbara swing a leg over and bounce up onto all fours in front of him, kicking her lower legs back to flank his.
Dwight went erect on his knees and easily slid his cock into Barbara from behind. She breathed a phrase of approval and wriggled into motion, rocking to and fro on his extended rail.
Dwight joined in on the fun, sliding his hips to and fro, gliding his pecker in and out of her moving cunt. But as he grew more excited he became less satisfied with position and the action itself. There had to be some-thing that would add to it.
He put an open hand on Barbara's lower back and pushed. At the same time he pressed forward with his hips and succeeded in pushing her down flat on her stomach, with him on top.
Well, not totally flat. Her hand and shoulders were up, her sumptuous body curving down to a raised back-side that was shifting from side to side against Dwight's pressing pelvis.
Dwight was up on straight arms over her, his hips hitting her ass cheeks as he ground his cockmeat at her depths. Barbara clutched at the bedding with spread fingers, a lewd grin on her face. Her feet rose into the air and twirled in lazy circles behind Dwight.
"You took me by surprise this time," Barbara murmured. "You're getting quite a sense of initiative."
"Ladies seem to like it."
"Dwight Studly -- that's what we should call you."
"Careful -- the kind of talk will go to my head."
"That would be awful. I better shut up. Better yet, you shut me up."
His hips pulled well away from the clefted cushion of her ass and swooped down and into the meaty crescents, his cockshaft surging deep into her streaming lining. She groaned in speechless pleasure.
He continued with long, hard drives, jiggling the flesh of her writhing haunches with every collision. Barbara squirmed under him, writhing on his pumping joystick, pushing herself at its every forward slide, wanting more, more, more.
Dwight poured it on and soon had Barbara whimpering, "Oh baby, this is great. I think this is gonna make it happen for me. Yeah, I know it is."
"Me too," Dwight responded in near breathlessness. His thrusting hips and ass only worked harder, faster.
Barbara squealed with rising pleasure, her nether region pumping almost frantically against Dwight. Her breath rasped out of her throat in quick bursts.
"Give it to me, give it to me," she panted.
The torrid friction inflamed their loins and built the inner pressure to the boiling point. Amidst quaking anticipation the cap came off with a terrific surge of climactic energy, leading a chain-reaction of explosions that blasted through their straining bodies with breath-taking force.
Spasming and jerking out of control, and hunching and bucking with urgent fuck strokes, Barbara and Dwight claimed mutual completion in all its searing, blinding glory. Then Dwight rolled onto his side, pulling Barbara onto her side in front of him, and they rested together.
Barbara watched him dress, thinking how he would now go back to Rachel's bed, but not minding too much. She was even ready to give the bitch the benefit of the doubt and allow that Rachel might be playing it all on the level with Dwight. But she knew that she would never fully trust Rachel, and she would go on making sure in her own way that Rachel wasn't getting away with anything. It was a lousy way for two friends to wind up, and she wasn't altogether sure what had started it or why it had started, but there it was.
She would goon seeing Dwight, from time to time, for reasons both ulterior and pure, never able to give him up or claim him completely for her own, for reasons both obvious and obscure. But what was she going to do in the meantime?
Dwight straightened his tie in front of the mirror and pulled on his jacket, then came over to sit again on the now rumpled bed. He bent over and kissed Barbara softly on the lips.
"I'll call you in a week or two," she said warmly.
"And I'll come running," he said resignedly.
"Until then," she answered, and watched him get up and leave with one vaguely anticipating look back over his shoulder. Then she went back to wondering about the meantime and Patti kept insinuating herself into Barbara's thoughts. She remembered the call she had gotten the other day, the offer of friendship and more.
Hell, she decided, she had done worse things, and reached for the phone to dial Patti's office number. Why should Rachel have all the fun!