Taking Chances Pt. 2 - Sex Stories

Taking Chances Pt. 2

... challenged her with his questions in the café, his bluntness, his smile, the twinkle in his eyes and she found herself comparing the two men who were now in her life. She watched Martin reading, taking bites of his tuna and noticed how he narrowed his eyes as he read, then looked at the few gray hairs coming from his earlobe. She watched how he turned the page, folding it back and continued reading, not looking up at her. She sighed and nibbled at her dinner. As the weeks passed, the contrast between her life with Martin and her life with Tom became increasingly dramatic. Catherine found it challenging to balance the two, but managed to keep her two worlds apart. At home with Martin, they had breakfast together before he left, kissing her on the head then driving his Volvo to his office in Norristown, while Catherine left fifteen minutes later, driving her Subaru to the Chestnut Hill train station to catch the train and go downtown. She would take the ten minute walk to her office, enjoying the park, and always glancing at the bench where Tom and she first met, but now she would rush to his apartment at lunchtime for a quick, passionate rendezvous, or meet him at the café, or take a walk through the park, though that made her nervous, not wanting to be seen by any of her friends. Martin and Catherine spent their evenings together when he didn’t have meetings, she reading one of her romance novels, he, either watching the news on TV, or doing the crossword puzzle. They ...

... met friends for dinner, or an occasional movie, and he always asked if she wanted tea, or would she like him to massage her shoulders. They often took turns doing that. He would massage her and then she would massage him. In bed they cuddled and she loved how tender he could be, but it was different from the way Tom held her and kissed her, at first gently, but then passionately, and she loved Tom’s imagination when they made love, unlike the familiar routine that she and Martin had. She was confused and tried not to feel guilty for her adultery, sometimes thinking she should try to save their marriage. She wondered if she should do things that would make Martin know she wanted to have fun with him, wanted to revive the romance they once shared, do something that would make her hold onto her marriage of thirty-four years and forget Tom. For a few weeks, she made delicious dinners on Saturday nights; dishes she knew were his favorites: sweet and sour meatballs, eggplant parmesan, chocolate cake with raspberry jam between the layers, or her special carrot cake, served with vanilla ice cream. She brought home different wines to try, cabernet, chardonnay, even buying Muscatti, the Italian red wine they always had on their anniversary dates at the Avalon. She lit candles, put on the old Frank Sinatra records they used to listen to. She changed her clothing, wearing low cut blouses that revealed her cleavage, put on perfume. She tried starting conversations, often reminiscing, or ...