Falling for Him (Stories of Serendipity) (3 page)

Mommee_dearest:  Um…no thanks.  That might be overstepping a l
ittle bit.

Cool_Hand_Luke:  NP.  LOL.  It never hurts to t
ry.  I ain't nothing but a man…

M
ommee_dearest:  I've got to go.

Cool_Hand_Luke:  I didn't offend you, d
id I?  I really didn't mean to.

Mommee_dearest:  LOL, no.  If that's what I'm going to do,
I've got to go get ready…

Cool_Hand_Luke: Oh.  Okay. 
Let me know how it works, okay?

Mommee_dearest:  Okay.  TTYL.

She logged of the website and looked at the time.  Bryan would be home for lunch in an hour.  Amy couldn't remember how long it had been since they'd had a nooner, and suddenly the prospect was exciting. 

Amy hopped in the shower and shaved, everything.  She blow-dried her hair and actually fixed it in a sexy, tousled style she'd seen in a magazine.  Digging through her underwear drawer, she came out with a thong that had been a gift from Kathy that she'd never worn, and slipped it on.  Then she pulled out a silky robe from her closet that had been a Christmas gift from Bryan years ago.

Wearing panties and the robe, she waited for Bryan to come home.  The thong was an odd sensation. And the constant presence of the fabric between her cheeks was a reminder of why she'd worn them, building the anticipation of seeing Bryan's face when he saw what she was wearing.  She put on some soft music, and turned off the lights, letting the faint light streaming in through the windows be the only light in the room.  As she walked around the house getting ready, she allowed the sensations of the silky fabric of the robe, caressing her bare backside to build up a hot desire inside. 

She quickly fixed Bryan a sandwich, hoping he would spend his entire lunch break in bed, and need something to eat on the run.  The anticipation of his arrival home for lunch and possibilities of what could happen, had Amy so excited, she could feel the wetness between her legs.  She throbbed.  She honestly hadn't been this horny in years.  It felt good.  She planned to meet him at the door, kiss him senseless, then drop to her knees to give him a blow-job of epic proportions, before letting him take her on the floor in the entry way.  She’d just mopped it yesterday.

If today worked out like she was hoping, it might be something they could do regularly.  Maybe that would put some spark back into their marriage.

A text message on her phone interrupted her thoughts.

Won't be home for lunch today.  Client meeting.

Disappointment surged through Amy in waves.  She stomped into the bedroom to take off the thong and robe and put on her regular jeans and t-shirt.  She was still horny and incredibly frustrated.  She couldn't be mad at Bryan.  She
shouldn’t
be mad at Bryan.  He was just doing his job, but tears threatened to spill anyway.  Amy pressed the heels of her hands against her eyes and sniffed hard, willing the tears to go away.  Then she went to her bedside table drawer to pull out her bullet.

If Bryan wasn't coming home for lunch, this was the only way she would be able to relieve the ache between her legs.  She didn't try to enjoy the experience.  Amy just held the vibrator on her nub until she experienced an intense orgasm that washed over her in waves.  Quick and dirty.

She went to the kitchen to eat Bryan's sandwich before going to the grocery store.

Chapter 3:
 

The next morning, after getting everybody off to work and school, she logged onto MovieTime to check in and see what she'd missed.  A message awaited her from Cool_Hand_Luke.  She sighed, not really wanting to tell the stranger about her failed attempt yesterday, but curiosity got the best of her, and she clicked on the message to see what he said.

Cool_Hand_Luke:  Well?  How did it go?  Did it work?

Mommee_dearest:  No.  He didn’t come home for lunch.

She sent the message, and waited for his response.  Instead of staring at the screen, she got up and went into the kitchen to get chicken breasts out of the freezer for dinner.  The braised chicken had gone over so well the night before that she was going to try a new chicken recipe tonight. 

She was trying desperately to bring meaning to her life by creating enjoyable food to feed her family, in an effort to get them to open up to her.  Amy was tired of being the bad guy, the only one who disciplined the kids, the one who craved attention from her husband in more than a "did you iron my blue shirt" sort of way.  All she wanted was someone to appreciate her, and if cooking good food was that way, then she would try it.  She went back to her computer to see another message.

Cool_Hand_Luke:  That sucks.  I'm sorry.

Mommee_dearest:
  It's okay.  I'll get over it.

Cool_Hand_Luke:  You
seem like a really nice woman.

Mommee_dearest:  Thanks?

Cool_Hand_Luke:  Sorry, I was just trying to give you some validation.  Not all men are like your husband.  Some men appreciate a woman's efforts.

Mommee_dearest:  It's just that, all day long, I do things for other people, and in return, I would like some appreciation for it.
That's all.  It's frustrating.

Cool_Hand_Luke:  I can understand that.

Amy was about to do something that made her nervous.  This Cool_Hand_Luke seemed like a nice guy.  Granted, she still didn't know anything about him, except he'd already complimented her more than Bryan had in a year.  He seemed interested in her as a woman, and she craved that.  She wanted someone to be interested in her.  She hadn't felt like a real woman in so long, and this guy seemed like he might be able to make her feel that way again.

Mommee_dearest:  What do you like about women, Cool_Hand_Luke?

His response wasn't immediate, but she didn't get up from the computer.  She sat there and waited for the little ding to chime, letting her know he'd responded.  Her heart thumped.  He could take it as a come on, or he could take it as a general question.  Amy's problem was, she wasn't sure how she meant it, herself.

Cool_Hand_Luke:  I like a woman who is real, who doesn't pretend to be someone else.  I like a woman who is generous with her emotions, who is giving and loving, and a woman who can cook.  I like a woman who can give as well as take.  I like a woman who is sexy and feels that way to herself.  Women who feel sexy give off a vib
e that is such a total turn on.

Mommee_dearest:  Oh…

Cool_Hand_Luke:  Did I take that too far?

Mommee_dearest:  No.  LOL.  I
was expecting you to say boobs.

Cool_Hand_Luke:  What do you like in a man
, Dearest?

Mommee_dearest:  I like a man who desires me, who can make me feel like the prettiest woman in t
he room, just by looking at me.

Cool_Hand_Luke:  You're
the prettiest woman in my room…

Mommee_dearest:  Haha!  I'm probably the only woman in you
r room.

Cool_Hand_Luke:  Nah.  I'm at work, there's other women here.  Bu
t you should see them…*shudder*

Mommee_dearest:  Y
ou don't know what I look like.

Cool_Hand_Luke:  Fair enough.  So tell me.  What do you look like?

For some reason, this wasn’t something she wanted to share.  If she told him, he would reciprocate, and the mystery was part of the allure.  If they had been on a site like Facebook or something, she would have already looked at all of his pictures dozens of times.  The relationship they had though, was built on their interests and conversations.  She didn’t want to know what he looked like.

Mommee_dearest:  I don’t want to tell y
ou.  It would ruin the mystery.

Cool_Hand_L
uke:  Okay.  Mind if I ask why?

Mommee_dearest:  I’m not sure I can explain it.  I don’t w
ant to ruin the mystery of you.

Cool_Hand_Luke:  You mean the fantasy image you’ve built up.  Okay, you tell me what I look like?

Amy bit her lip while she leaned back and thought.  If she forced herself to picture him, the picture that came to mind had a not-so-vague resemblance to her husband.  Probably because that’s who she wished she were talking to. 

Mommee_dearest:  I’m n
ot sure you would want to know…

Cool_Hand_Luke:  That bad, huh?

Mommee_dearest:  Not bad, just…not how you picture me imagining you.  I’m not sure you would enjoy knowing that I picture my husband inside my head when we’re talking, because I wish more than anything that he would talk to me like you do.

Cool_Hand_Luke didn’t respond for a while, and Amy wondered if she’d offended him somehow.  Maybe he pictured her as his own wife?  Where had they gone wrong in their own relationships that they were talking to strangers, imagining them to be their spouses?

Cool_Hand_Luke:  I can see your point.  I’m probably doing the same thing.  So, no physical stuff.  Can I ask you something else?

Mom
mee_dearest:  Sure.  Fire away.

Cool_Hand_Luke:  What are you wearing right now?  Can we do this?  Is it okay if I flirt with you a little?  I'm enjoying your company, but I don't want to go too far if it makes you uncomfortable.

Amy looked down at her pajamas.  She still hadn't gotten dressed today and was a little embarrassed to admit that, although it wasn't as embarrassing as admitting to herself that she was feeling a little flirtatious.

Mommee_deare
st:  I'm still in my pajamas. 

Cool_Hand_Luke:  Will you describe them to me?

She wasn't about to tell him they were a mismatched pair left over from her grandpa's estate.  If she was going to flirt, she might as well make it good.

Mommee_dearest:  Black silk shorts with a mat
ching chemise…Do you like them?

Cool_Hand_Luke:  Yeah, I do.  They sound really hot.  You're turning me on…

Her breath caught at the idea that something she’d typed turned him on.  Why couldn’t Bryan be that easy?  Why did she constantly think about her husband?  Because things had suddenly taken a dangerous turn with Cool_Hand_Luke.  If she pursued this line of conversation, the relationship would no longer be friendly.  Her purpose would be more sexual, and that qualified as cheating, didn’t it?  Yes, it did.  But that didn’t stop her from continuing.

Mommee_dearest:  Your turn…

Cool_Hand_Luke:  I'm wearing a suit.

Momm
ee_dearest:  Well, that's sexy.

Co
ol_Hand_Luke:  LOL.  You asked.

Mommee_dearest:  Well, yo
u could have lied.  I did.  LOL

Cool_Hand_Luke:  So you're not really a housewife wearing sexy lingerie in front of the compu
ter?  My fantasies are crushed…

Mommee_dearest:  LOL

Cool_Hand_Luke:  What's your favorite part of the male anatomy?  Besides the obvious, of course.

Mommee_dearest:  The obvious?

Cool_Hand_Luke:  Never mind.  I went too far.  I'm not trying to be creepy.

Mo
mmee_dearest:  The money-maker.

Cool_Hand_Luke:  The money-maker?  I guess I was wrong about going
too far.

Mommee_dearest:  Haha.  It's the part of a man's abdomen, on the outside that's shaped like a "V"
that leads down to the obvious.

Cool_Hand_Luke:  Well, you learn something new every
day.  I'm a breast man, myself.

Mommee_dearest:  What man isn
't?

Cool_Hand_Luke:  LOL.  What size are your breast
s, if you don't mind me asking?

Mommee_dearest:  34C

Cool_Hand_Luke:  Perfect.

Amy needed a break.  This man was getting turned on by what she was saying.  He had a sense of humor, and he wasn't her husband.  What in the hell was she thinking?  She just told a perfect stranger her bra size.  Ugh…

Amy decided to immerse herself in house work the rest of the day.  She had no business flirting with a guy online.  Never mind the fact that he seemed to like her.  He knew nothing about her, really.  And she didn't know anything about him, except he's married.

While she vacuumed, her thoughts were consumed with her betrayal.  She was flirting with this guy, and he was making her all hot and bothered by his interest in her.

When was the last time Bryan had shown that much interest?  She thought long and hard about that one.  It had to be at least ten years ago, when Brad was a baby.  He'd told her she was beautiful, the mother of his children.  He'd seemed to be so proud of his family then, and he'd wanted her.  But she'd been so sleep-deprived.  Brad hadn't slept through the night once until he was almost three years old, and Amy had rebuffed Bryan so many times when he'd wanted sex that eventually he'd stopped asking.  They'd had sex since then, but it had always been frantic pawings while the kids were distracted, or exhausted duties after they'd gone to bed.