Later that evening, Bill was reading in bed when Shelly came out of the bathroom. He looked up as she dropped her nightie to the floor. It was obvious what she wanted. Bill said, “God baby, you’ll wear me out, I only have so many bullets in my gun now, I’m getting older you know.” Shelly climbed into bed and pressed herself to him, reaching down for his cock.
Bill pulled his head back a bit until he could see her entire face and eyes. “What’s up babe? I’ve never seen you so amped up for sex. I don’t suppose it is that young stud staying with us? I see the interplay between the two of you. Admit it, he is turning you on.”
“Oh Bill,” Shelly protested, “of course not, you know how much you mean to me, I would never do anything to push us apart. I want you for the rest of my life.”
“I know babe, you might not do it, but you do want to do it. There is very little difference. Was it Jimmy Carter who admitted to ‘lusting in his heart’? Face it, you have an itch that you want scratched, and sex with me is not helping. Maybe you better let him scratch it for you.”
Shelly pushed up on her elbows to peer into her husband’s eyes. “I can’t believe that you just said that! I admit, I flirt with him and he looks at me like he wants to eat me. But that’s all there is to it.” She had decided to admit only so much about her interest in Jim; their exchange earlier that day would remain a secret with attached guilt.
Bill shrugged, “Whatever, suit yourself. But hear this and take it however you wish. I just swallowed a sleeping pill, you know how I react to those, I’ll be bye-byes until morning.” Bill had always been a sound sleeper and particularly here on Maui. She had seldom known him to take one of her sleeping pills and knew it would be lights out for him until morning.
She released his cock and rolled away from him. “God Bill, whatever do you think of me?”
He pulled her to him and kissed her softly. “I think that you are beautiful and desirable and I love you and plan to keep you forever, no matter what happens.”
Shelly’s heart was pounding, both enraged at her husband’s comments and thrilled at the apparent permission to live out her dreams. Her mind was made up despite her denials to herself and to her husband. She wanted to feel that young man on her and in her. And then she thought, ‘what if he turns me down?’
Jim was reading an E-book in bed; sitting with his back against the bed-board clad only his undershorts. His packsack was open on the floor beside him, all ready to leave early tomorrow for home. He had called Clare to see if her hubby had left town again. She had responded, “Yeah babe, he’s gone. Why? Got a problem that I can help you with?” Jim said, “Oh yes, big problem, might be too big for you to handle.” She responded, “Ah damn, hurry home babe. I love solving that sort of big problem. I’ll let myself in and wait for you in bed.”
He looked up as the folding door was pushed open with Shelly standing hesitantly in the opening. She wore a sheer nightie, her naked body highlighted by pink nipples and the shadow of her bush. “Can I come in?” she pleaded.