The Legendary Mrs. Olsen's Next Day - Sex Stories

The Legendary Mrs. Olsen's Next Day

... lasted not as long, seemed not as deep. Yet another factor was the time she’d found the proverbial lipstick on her husband’s collar. There could, of course, be an innocent reason, the comforting of a widow, an unexpected bumping into of an old college chum, but when combined with absences of an evening, quiet telephone conversations in the den, Gayle leapt to the most likely interpretation. She kept silent of course, for what’s good for the gander is certainly fine for the fowl. So over the years, when an opportunity had risen, Gayle had sometimes accepted it as a gift. Particularly when she was out of town, an illicit evening or three with a stranger she never expected to see again was to be cherished. And four times she’d had affairs, lasting from a dozen encounters to a bit over four years, always with married men, for single men, she realized, would never have an appreciation for the prudence required. She’d learned that an extended liaison was better in some ways than a one night stand, in that intimacies develop, sexual satisfaction seems deeper and more sustained. But she also discovered the grinding pressure of the constant need for caution, the frustration of finding safe times and places, and the heartbreak that accompanied the eventual end of the affair. It had been fourteen months since the last time she’d found herself in a compromising situation, a lover of two years had finally given it up when his wife discovered Gayle’s presence and presented the ultimatum. ...

... Gayle had been gracious, had even screwed his brains out one last time, then had tried to forget him. And then she’d been celibate (except, of course, for her husband,) until the two boys had shown up on her barstool and incited her. The lecturer wound down, and the next session was a panel. Although the topic was mildly interesting, the questions from the audience ranged from the inane to so esoteric that one of the members rolled his eyes and laughed out loud. Gayle used the hour allotted for lunch for phone calls to clients and the office and was only forty minutes late to the next session. Thankfully, it was of greater interest to her and so her fidgeting was kept to a minimum. At the break she was selecting her can of diet soda when she heard the voice, "Hey, adorable, enjoying yourself?” "Staying awake most of the time, at least. How about you?" she asked Ron. "Oh, the only reason I’m here is one of my top clients wants me to usher a new VP around. Otherwise, I wouldn’t come near this place. Unless, of course, if I’d known you were going to be here. That makes it all worthwhile!" Gayle dimpled at the compliment, Ron continued. "How about dinner tonight? I’ve got a cocktail party I just have to go to, but I could pick you up about eight. Let’s catch up.” "I’d love to," she agreed, and then someone jostled Ron’s elbow, he flashed the international symbol for ‘I’ll-call-you.' During the final session of the day, Gayle brooded more over what her evening would be like than ...