Teaching My Younger Husband Sin(III)

She was watching him towel off, fresh out of a hot shower. Marie’s eyes travelled the length of his white body, taking in his curly pale hair, blue eyes, thin pink lips. She always lingered on her favourite parts of him, his thick, firm fingers, his long, curved cock.

Then Gavin’s eyes began to linger on Marie. Her right foot was firmly planted on a red-velvet-seated golden chair. She was wearing a black vinyl thong and nothing more. She was holding a purple silk scarf. Marie had something in store for him.

She reached down and pressed play on the stereo. From the speakers came a song, slow and sensual. Her body began to move to match the tempo. She swayed from side to side, lowering herself to grind in an exotic dance. Then she rose back up, teasing her younger husband with her moves. It was like watching her fifteen years ago. Gavin dropped his towel and walked towards her. Marie took her foot off the chair and nodded towards it.

‘Have a seat,’ she said. ‘I’ve got something special for you.’

Gavin did as he was told, placing his naked ass on the velvet seat. Marie stood in front of him, gliding up and down and side to side to the music. Watching her expert moves, Gavin felt that nothing had changed in fifteen years. True, they had both gotten older. But you couldn’t tell it from the way she moved.

Marie leaned back, way back. Her body remembered how it used to be when she was dancing and teasing for dollar bills. He had never begrudged her that, had never made her feel bad about the way she made her money.

To Gavin, when she was on that stage, she was the most powerful woman in the world. She had a room full of balls just resting in her palm and all she had to do, if she wanted, squeeze.

She quit, the day after they first kissed. Gavin hadn’t promised her a thing. That was how he knew she wasn’t after his money.Marie smiled when she achieved her goal, when she felt his stiff-as-steel erection against the slickness of her thong. And, as she would have done all those years ago, she simply kissed him on the cheek and thanked him for being such a generous and loyal customer.

Then she cut off the music and sauntered away.

* * *

Gavin trusted Marie enough, but he began asking questions around town.

After all, a man did have his pride. Both his mother and his sister had heard from Sarah at the cable place that his services had been disconnected for almost 24 hours before he had gone down to pay, and they had demanded to know why.

Damn it, he wasn’t a little boy, and he wouldn’t be treated as such. So he went down to Neiman’s to see if his wife had made any big purchases lately. The answer turned out to be no, nothing more than a sweater and some perfume. And he asked Helen over at Bergdorf’s if Marie had special-ordered any suits or bags, but she hadn’t done so much as walk by the department store in the past six months.

He suddenly realised that, since Marie had begun covering up her spending by giving him the most intoxicating and mind-blowing sex he had ever experienced in his life, she hadn’t bought a single ridiculously overpriced thing.

It began to make him wonder. If she wasn’t buying anything for herself, what was she doing? Was she buying something for someone else? Was she buying something else?

Out-of-the-way hotel rooms perhaps? Expensive dinners for a new boy toy maybe?

How foolish of him to think that a woman like her could be satisfied with just him for the rest of her life. Of course she was getting bored. Of course she wanted something new and exciting to tickle her fancy.

Dear lord, was some other man tickling his wife’s fancy? Gavin was pacing back and forth across the living room. He couldn’t bring himself to go to work that morning, he was so upset with worry. It had all gone too far now.Was she … But there she was, coming through the door.

‘Marie, are you buying cock?’

He walked straight up to her and screamed it in her face. He didn’t care about her shock. He didn’t care that she looked hurt. Marie was an older woman, a smart woman. She was good at playing on his feelings.

‘Buying what?’ Marie took a few uneven steps backward and placed her hands on her thin waist.

‘You heard me. I asked you if you were spending your damned money on some fucking new stud. Now you answer me.’ Gavin’s face was flushed with rage.

He had never been an insecure man, not like this. The emotion felt foreign to him. He didn’t like it at all.

Marie looked him up and down, as if he was a stranger, and stormed out of the room.

She returned just a few minutes later with an envelope. She dropped it on the coffee table between them.

‘Open it,’ she spat out.

Gavin hesitantly obeyed.

He found what appeared to be a very elaborate and very expensive fishing trip to Alaska, complete with lessons.

Gavin was speechless.

Marie was not.

‘You should feel like a complete pile of shit,’ she said.

He nodded.

‘Another man, indeed,’ she continued.

She took off her uniform apron and hung it on the coat-rack near the front door.

‘I know,’ Gavin said.

‘How the hell could you?’She glanced back sharply at him.

‘I know,’ Gavin said again.

‘I ought to slap the hell out of you.’

She drew her hand swiftly back to do just that, but Gavin grabbed it and pulled her to him instead. Then he kissed her, squeezing her ass, finally and silently agreeing with his older and wiser wife.* * *

‘It’s not all about the money, honey.’

Gavin listened to the words roll off Marie’s sweet little tongue. She was right; it was hardly about the money at all. It was mostly about him and her, her and him, which was why they were mostly into fishing these days, rather than punching a clock and bringing home a check. Fishing and making love, that is. Gavin put his line down, reached over and did the same to Marie’s. They could wait for a tug while he lay back and stroked the few strands of grey in her hair.

That sure was sexy. She sure was sexy, with her bare feet and long, flowing skirt. She didn’t bother with a bra underneath his sleeveless shirt. She was always wearing his shirts, and sometimes his shorts too. Gavin thought that was sexy.

He eased Marie onto her back on the damp spring grass. Fuck the line. Fuck the fish. Fuck the money. Right now, he wanted to thoroughly fuck his forty-six-year-old honey.