The other woman There are only two reasons why your husband or boyfriend stops fucking you. Either he became impotent or he is cheating on you. I suspect Jacques is fooling around since he hasn’t touched me in six months, and I tried! Lingerie, leaving the bathroom door open when I showered, standing naked inviting him to join me in the Jacuzzi. I made a big deal preparing a surprise party for his 40th birthday. I was to pick him at the airport at 6:00. He called to let me know he missed his flight and would get back home on the red eye next day only. That morning he admitted that he had missed the flight on purpose. “It was hard for me to turn forty. I needed time alone” “I bet you did. Who was she? Some cheap slut? Or one of your post grad students perhaps?” I thought to myself. I picked Sondra out of a dozen other women at a gay and lesbian bar. She had the perfect looks and body to match for the mission. She noticed I was staring at her. Misinterpreting my intentions she signalled me her invitation to join her by letting the side slit of her sarong slip over her slim legs revealing her neatly shaved cunt. I passed her the envelope with the money we agreed on. “You will find him at Boccaccio every noon hour having lunch. Usually alone. Here is my cell number.” I passed on to her a picture of Jacques. “Not bad looking. But don’t worry. No danger from me. I belong to Chantal. She has everything I want and she gives of herself generously, I might add.” Sondra volunteered. That’s a relief, I thought. “That’s why I picked you.” I added out loud. I waited unnoticed outside Boccaccio until Sondra sat at an empty table facing my husband. She was devastatingly enticing with her jet black hair cascading down to a deep cleavage that put in evidence the eggshell white of her full breasts. I motioned to her that she this was the right prey. Jacques was sipping his cappuccino reading a magazine. I left Sondra to carry out her mission. Her first report alarmed me. : “I didn’t ask you to talk to him. That wasn’t part of the deal. I didn’t want you to go to him.” There was a brief silence. “Do you know even what you want lady?” Sondra hissed back. Over the next while she reported faithfully her encounters with Jacques. First they met at Boccaccio, then in private secluded meeting places. He had bought her a gorgeous silver and gold hair pin. They talked mostly and then one day he kissed her. As he drew her body to him she felt his erection against her. She ran her hand over his crotch rhythmically moving it until she felt a spasm traverse Jacques’ entire body as he came. I hung up, sick over what I heard. I ran home under a torrential rain. Jacques was coming out of the shower. I watched his strong muscular body as he walked naked past me. I could not help staring at his nudity. That’s what always did it for me. I get aroused not when it is fully erect yet, but just like this. Full with some engorgement, dark, inviting me to take it in my mouth. And by then fully erect I would let Jacques slip it between my spread thighs into my waiting, hungry, dripping cunt. I remember how many times I woke Jacques like this some mornings from his sleep. In those days we slept naked. “What are you doing in the middle of the day showering at home?” not expecting of course that Jacques would reveal his secret little tryst earlier in the day. I imagined how pathetic I must have looked standing in a pool of water in my dripping cloths with my hair clinging like vines to me. Jacques didn’t reply at first. “You look like you might need one too” he added. Was that a signal for me to take the hint or waht? A few days later Sondra called: “Meet me at the King’s Knight Hotel, room 622. I just fucked your husband. I won’t get in the shower until you get here to let you in.” She was naked getting ready for her shower. I sat on the edge of the bed where a few moments ago Sondra and my husband had sex. I passed my hand over the ruffled sheets. They were still warm. I recognized his scent. Some spots were moist from perspiration and his or perhaps even her drippings. Even a lesbian can be pleasured by a man sometime. “How was it?” I asked in an icy cold voice. She shrugged. “Did he use a condom?” “ matter to you?” I felt a searing pain go to my very soul as the words tore through me. Sondra let her towel slip from her hands and sat next to me. She must have read the pain in my eyes. She stared at me intently looking into the depth of my being. I felt her pass her hand gently over my hair. Our lips touched. I was so grateful for this comforting human warmth that what happened next did not shock me but seemed so natural. As my lips touched her cunt my mouth, my tongue explored her looking for leftovers of my husband’s cum. I dressed and I left the envelope on the night table next to Sondra. She grasped my hand before I let go the envelope: “ No” … My secretary said as I walked in that she had put Ms. Sondra in my office to wait for me. How did Sondra know where my office was? I felt my stomach churn with a mixture of strong conflicting emotions rushing through me. “Are you all right?” my secretary asked. Alone with her after I closed the door to my office and told my secretary that I didn’t want any interruptions I stared down at Sondra sitting smugly in my chair behind the enormous mahogany desk. “Are you upset because I came here today?” she asked coyly. “Sondra what happened yesterday between us was nothing.” “Oh I wouldn’t say that Jill. You seemed to have enjoyed it as much as I did.” “I was vulnerable and you offered me human warmth. That was all. It will not ever happen again…” Sondra looked at me pretending to be offended. “O.K. how much do you want?” I asked reaching for my check book. “I don’t want your money, or your husband. Keep them both.” Sondra placed in the palm of my hand an exquisite silver and gold hair pin. “Then what is it you want Sondra?” I asked in a rough voice even I didn’t recognize. A long heavy silence followed. Sondra looked up. A tear was rolling down her cheek. I read in her eyes the painful look of a badly wounded little animal which couldn’t comprehend the hurt. “O God Sondra No! I am sorry; I really am if you got the wrong impression yesterday. I hired you to spy on my husband and that was all. And what happened after that we did it all to ourselves. It was not supposed to be like this.” Then grabbing her by the arm we left my office. I was determined to put an end to this entire charade. He was sitting sipping his cappuccino at Boccaccio reading a magazine. Sondra and I stood at his table. “Hi Jill! I didn’t know you were having lunch with a friend here today. Wonderful surprise! Jill, would you introduce us please? Sit down, I’ll order a bottle of white wine” I looked at Sondra dumfound. Suddenly she ran out and disappeared in the lunch hour crowd. “Yes let’s have that bottle of wine. She was leaving anyways. Another commitment.” I added adjusting in my hair the hair pin Sondra had given me. “What a beautiful piece of jewellery. When did you get it Jill? It must have cost a lot?” “Yesterday. Yes it cost me a lot …but it was worth it. Let’s go home right now Jacques and make love to me!” He paid the bill and we ran home like two teenagers.