Never Too Late to Play: Awakening 4

This is it, the finale of the first part of this series. Let me know what you think of Julianna and Stephen, and where you think their adventure takes them next!

Chapter 5

Julianna watched her husband actually leave the restaurant, still thinking this was all a joke. She sat there and waited for him to come back. When he didn’t, her disbelief gave way to something more acute, like she’d been in an accident and only now, as the shock began to wear off, did she realize she was injured.

Looking around in the sea of people all having their quiet, intimate conversations, Julianna felt very aware that she was at a table of one. She was abandoned. Her husband had left her.

She finished off her glass of wine and looked around to make eye contact with her server. Time for the check. This wasn’t fun. She was already thinking about seeing if there were any movies starting soon, so that she could sit in a theater and make Stephen squirm, when someone came over, picked up the bottle of wine, and started to refill her glass. 

“No, I—”

It was Anthony, smiling down at her as he emptied the last bit of the bottle. Looking at the label, he smiled. “Did you enjoy it? It’s one of my favorites. I love the subtle notes of spice mixed in with the grapes.” He glanced at her, and her breath caught. “Thought you were traveling alone.” He set the bottle down. “Or was that not your husband?”

“He… met me out here.” She wasn’t sure why she was lying. “He was able to make it out after all.”

“And he left?”

She picked up her refilled glass. Her hand didn’t tremble. “Work followed him here. He works way too much.”

“I’d never choose work over a beautiful woman like you.”

“So if I asked you to buy me a drink someone else’s restaurant…?” Julianna couldn’t believe that she made the suggestion, but this man’s arrogance just begged to be challenged.

“Is that an offer?”

“It’s a question.” She sipped at the wine, this time tasting the aforementioned spice lingering on her tongue.

“Wait here.”

She watched him go, wondering what the hell she was doing. It was flattering, no doubt. Anthony was a good looking guy, who cleaned up even better than she’d expected. With that jaw, those eyes, and all that confidence, he could have his pick of women, yet here he was, trying to get off of work to spend time with a fifty-something woman.

To fuck that fifty-something woman.

Her stomach fluttered. You still have it, she thought to herself. 

The server came by first, and she nearly jumped out of her seat. “Can I get you anything else?”

“Just the check please.”

***

Stephen couldn’t believe he was walking out of the restaurant. He couldn’t believe that he was just going to leave Julianna alone. The emotions were as confusing as they were powerful. He didn’t even need to close his eyes anymore to imagine them together, their naked bodies entangled, Julianna’s mouth agape as she moaned.

It kept him going, driving forward like a drum beat. He hailed the taxi. He went back to the hotel. He immediately went to the bar and ordered a stiff drink. He didn’t want to be alone. Not immediately. He didn’t want to be totally lost in his swirling thoughts and the dark of his room.

“Here you are,” the bartender said, setting a cocktail down before him after what felt like the blink of an eye. That’s how the last half hour had felt, ever since he’d left. A blink, like time skipping, and here he was. “You okay, sir?”

“Um, yes. Sorry, just… interesting night.”

The bartender nodded before floating away, not interested in lending a sympathetic ear. Which was fine for Stephen. He wasn’t sure how much he could articulate, anyway.

Stephen had his phone out, his Messages app open, staring at the last text message thread that he’d had with Julianna—an exchange about their groceries list. He was asking what kind of tomatoes she wanted; she responded with her request, along with a warning not to buy potato chips. It all sounded so mundane in light of what was happening right now. It was dizzying.

His cocktail came and went without memory. He ordered another, along with a glass of water, and forced himself to sip it as he snuggled into the warm, comforting blanket of his buzz. He opened his photos, browsed pictures of Julianna and the life that they shared. 

Like the texts, most were mundane. Pictures of the two of them on hikes, posing with their dog, a smiling one of Julianna at dinner for her 52nd birthday. She wore a dress much like the one she had on now, showing off a healthy amount of her cleavage… cleavage that another man was enjoying right now, no doubt.

He took a deep, wavering breath, feeling light-headed at it all. He was so hard, and so tied up in knots at the same time. This was a mistake. This was awesome. Was it possible to hold both truths?

“Is this seat taken?”

Stephen was startled out of his thoughts by the question, delivered in a smoky, suggestive woman’s voice. 

“I…” He stuttered before realizing that it was Julianna asking the question. That feeling of relief and disappointment was becoming a familiar one. He quickly recovered. “Not anymore. Can I get you a drink?”

It was now Julianna’s turn to appraise him, flicking her eyes across his broad shoulders before locking gazes. “I don’t know. I’ve already had a lot to drink tonight.”

The suggestion hung in the air between them—she’d had drinks, but with who? How long had they been apart? How long had she been alone with Anthony?

“Then one more drink won’t hurt.”

She seemed to consider shooting him down, and even though this was all a fun lark, Stephen felt the jittery fear of rejection that he used to feel all the time with Julianna, long before marriage and kids and life.

Her eyes drifted about the bar, as if taking in her other options, before refocusing on him.  “One more would be lovely.”

Stephen’s heart raced. Did she even realize what she was doing to him?

“So what brings you into town?” he asked.

The role-play slipped for just a minute as the familiar Julianna-smile shined through. “Visiting my son.”

“Alone?” He shifted, pretending to have the confidence that a guy like Anthony wore so naturally.

The way Julianna’s smile lingered, the way she paused before answering, was delicious. “Tonight I’m alone.”

He glanced at her ring. “Where’s your husband?”

“I’m not sure.” Her smile fell as she waved her hand before her like clearing away a bad smell. “I don’t care. I’m upset with him.”

“Oh?”

“He made me feel like a piece of meat.”

Uh oh. “Did he now?”

“Mmm hmm.” At least she was smiling, seeming to enjoy needling him. “He’s a good guy, but sometimes he doesn’t think things all the way through. He sees something he wants—or thinks he wants—and doesn’t consider me in the process.”

Double uh oh. The blood drained from Stephen’s face. “That… doesn’t seem good. I’m sure he didn’t mean it.”

“Such a typical guy thing to say.” She seemed to take delight in his discomfort. “But you’re probably right. I don’t get it, but he does want me to have my fun.”

Her tone shifted, getting deeper, sultrier. Stephen gulped. “Did… did you?”

“Did I what?”

“Have… fun?”

“You know what?” Again, the dramatic pause. Again, the tightening of everything in Stephen’s body. Julianna leaned in, tantalizing him with her cleavage in those crossing straps, with her raw sexuality. “I did. My husband wanted me to have a drink with a handsome stranger. Can you believe that?”

“Doesn’t sound so bad for you.”

“Oh, it wasn’t,” she purred. Stephen’s balls tightened enough that he nearly groaned. “But that doesn’t excuse him.”

“Want to get back at him?”

“I do. You have an idea?”

Again, he imagined he was Anthony. Again, he put on the mask of a man who went through life with a big dick. He looked her right in the eyes, not seeing the woman he’d been married to for three decades, or the mother of his son, or the capable working professional, but the way guys like Anthony saw her—a smoking hot woman with a killer body and a great smile.

“I’ve got a great idea…”

***

They could barely keep their hands off of one another on their way up to the hotel room, and were all over each other as soon as the door latched. It hadn’t been like this between them for many years—if ever, Stephen thought.

Julianna’s mouth was wet and willing as they kissed, her tongue wrestling with his as they made out and stumbled through the room.

His hands roamed her body, and he could feel the heat of her beneath the thin dress. He traced her panties, a plunging thong, and wondered if he was the first to discover it. 

He’d done the calculations on their way upstairs. They had been apart for a little less than an hour and a half. The hotel was about ten minutes from the restaurant. Factoring in the time it took to get the check and to find a taxi or get an Uber, that left maybe 45 minutes of unaccounted time. Too short for for much to happen, long enough that maybe something did. A drink? Did he offer to wait with her as her Uber arrived? Did he offer to drive her back to the hotel, and if so, did they make out in his car?

She wouldn’t do that, of course. Even in his wildest fantasies, he couldn’t actually believe that she’d get in a stranger’s car in a strange city. But a drink at the bar, the two of them getting close, his hand sliding along her hip and into the small of her back as she drank in the smell of his cologne. Maybe they were in a booth. Maybe his hand slid in between her legs, along the inside of her thigh, right up against her—

“Oh!” Julianna gasped as Stephen pressed his fingers against her thong-clad pussy. She was damp. He could feel how balmy she was, how her panties slipped along her lips and soaked the lacy material. She may have been upset at him, but something had turned her on.

He pushed her panties aside, needing more. She was wet. So exquisitely slippery. Like running his finger along a damp bar of soap.

She gasped again as he pushed first one finger, then a second, inside of her. Teasing her was second nature. Like breathing. Like kissing. He ran his thumb up over her clit, just grazing it before sliding up along her landing strip.

“Ngh!” Julianna gasped. Was she remembering how Anthony had touched her here first, his large, unfamiliar digits slinking up beneath her dress, touching her in new and exciting ways.

Stephen moved them to the bed. He couldn’t wait longer, and knew that he wouldn’t be able to last long. Normally they took their time to get naked. Normally they drew out the foreplay, kissing, caressing, stripping.

Not this time. Neither of them seemed interested in sharing a tender moment. When Stephen climbed atop Julianna, who was still wearing her dress and her panties, his pants unzipped and pushed down just to his mid-thigh, he expected his wife to laugh and push him away so she could undress.

She didn’t. She welcomed him, as desperate to feel cock as he was to fuck her. He pushed her dress up to her waist, exposing her stockings, lacy banded and as sexy as her panties. Garters were clipped into the tops, and as he pushed the dress higher, he saw the garter belt.

He didn’t admire long. Not with Julianna holding her thong to one side, her pussy glistening beneath her dark landing strip. He lined up and drove into her as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close. He heard her orgasm before he felt it, a low growl that came from deep in her throat before spreading through her. She tossed her head back, squeezed her legs around him, and crashed against his driving dick.

***

Julianna was aware that this was the third time that they’d had sex in as many days, which was a real feat after being married for so long. Not that she complained. She loved it, and she loved having sex with her husband. But it was noteworthy.

She still couldn’t get her head wrapped around Stephen’s fantasy, but there was no doubt that it turned him on. She had six inches of hard manhood driving in and out of her to prove it.

It turned her on, too, although she didn’t like to admit it. Not after the trick he’d played on her by leaving. He’d set her up, then left her alone. She could hardly blame Anthony for making assumptions. Or taking her up on her offer to buy her a drink. Or moving in to kiss her.

Her orgasm took her by surprise, like stepping outside thinking it would be cold, only to feel the sun kiss her face. She welcomed it. It was only fair after Stephen’s stunt. She let it radiate over her, emboldened with each thrust of her husband.

It had been over thirty years since she’d kissed another man on the mouth. She had forgotten how exciting that could feel. A kiss held so much promise and vulnerability and anticipation. That moment started long before his lips actually touched hers, and in the moment, she saw the possibility of all that could come. His face felt different. He tasted new. He smelled spicy. She wondered what he looked like naked. She wondered how he fucked, and realized with frightening clarity that she could easily find out.

“Gah!” She arched back, touching her face with one hand, pinky and ring finger tugging at her lips as she lost herself in the fever dream.

‘Let’s get out of here,’ he’d said.

‘I can’t. My husband…’ She couldn’t even finish that sentence.

‘I live just a few blocks away. We’ll be quick.’

“Oh!”

In her head, behind her tightly shut eyes, the man inside of her wasn’t Stephen, but Anthony. They weren’t on the bed, but the cool, hard surface of a desk, her dress hiked up around her hips just like now, her thong pushed to one side as Anthony took her right there in the illicit dark of his office. 

“I want your come,” she hissed. It was an un-Julianna thing to say, but tonight she was behaving very differently than Julianna ever had. “Come, Baby. Come—OHHH!”

She couldn’t escape the churn of her illicit thoughts. About Anthony. About the things he wanted to do to her. About the things Stephen apparently wanted him to do to her.

Stephen’s come, hot and wet and pulsing as it flooded through her, was a welcome familiarity. She laced her legs around him and welcomed him home, no longer fighting the lust and her climax, but going with it. If this was what he wanted, she could go with it. For now.

They drunkenly climbed into bed together, wiggling out of their evening clothes beneath the high thread count sheets. Julianna’s post-orgasmic high abated, leaving her once again confused and more than a little exasperated. She snuggled up to Stephen, pressing her naked body against his, and caressed the soft hairs on his chest.

“Stephen?”

“Hmm?”

“Never do that again.”

He didn’t try to play naive. Stephen knew that what he’d done was wrong. “I shouldn’t have left you alone—”

“Correct—”

“But you also didn’t seem to have minded that much—OW!”

She twisted his nipple, not too hard, but hard enough to get his attention. “I'm serious, Stephen! I felt… used. Like a piece of meat between you two.”

Stephen processed it quietly. He took her in his arms and squeezed her tightly. “That sucks. I’m sorry. Not what I wanted at all.”

And that begged the question that she wasn’t sure she wanted to ask. She did anyway. “What… what did you want?”

Stephen’s sigh was long and full of meaning. “I don’t know.”

Julianna knew him so well. He couldn’t lie to her, and what he was saying wasn't the full truth. She could have let it go, but this felt like an important moment in their lives. A lot hinged on getting clarity. “You wanted one drink to turn into more.” She felt him tense. “You wanted him to take me somewhere private and then… take me.”

Her tummy quivered as she said it.

“Yes,” her husband said breathlessly.

“He… kissed me.”

“No.”

She winced, afraid that this whole thing was a ruse. Afraid that he’d throw her out of bed. “Yes.”

“Did… was it… wow…”

“You’re not upset?”

“No.” It was a drawn out no, like he was testing it out. “Unless it was unwelcome.”

She was back in that moment again. They’d gone to a bar across the street from the restaurant—a crowded spot, trendy and fun and full of laughter. He’d ordered her a drink, and she’d accepted. It was fun to get lost in the crowd like that, having to yell to be heard, getting caught up in the moment. It had been years since she’d felt that kind of energy.

They were sharing some forgotten anecdote when Anthony was jostled close to her, one hand gliding across her hip as he steadied himself, their bodies pushed closer.

She remembered looking up at him, ready to accept his apology—because that’s what Stephen would have done—he would have apologized. Instead, Anthony touched her face, leaned down, and kissed her.

Julianna returned to the present and smiled at her husband. “No, it wasn’t unwelcomed.”

“You kissed him back?” Stephen said. He looked manic, much like he had when confessing his fantasy earlier.

“Yeah, kind of. Yeah.” She grinned, feeling his cock harden against her hip. “We were in a bar. It wasn’t like, you know, a full on makeout thing.”

“Right.” Stephen released a heavy breath. “That’s very sexy.” The way he was looking at her was like a starving man seeing a hot meal. “You’re so sexy.”

“Thanks.”

“Did anything else happen?”

‘Let’s get out of here.’

‘I can’t. My husband…’

‘I live just a few blocks away. We’ll be quick.’

The memory was still there, lingering like a stranger’s cologne. “He… wanted it.”

“And you didn’t?”

“I wanted to come back to you. I only stayed out to punish you.”

“And I loved that you did. But… you really weren’t tempted?”

“Stephen, give me some credit. I’m not an animal, completely driven by the whims of my impulses. He’s not the first good looking guy to flirt with me, you know, and I’ve never slept with any of them.”

She knew that even admitting to that—that others have hit on her in the past—would land like a gut-punch to her husband. She’d always been careful in the past to keep those observations to herself. What she was checking for was lust, and she found it in his racing heart and once-again hard cock.

“That really does turn you on, though,” she observed. It was no longer a question, even if she didn’t fully understand the answer.

“Yeah, it does.” They cuddled together, intimate while giving space for quiet thought. At last, he said, “It’s weird, I know, but it… it feels good to tell you. I’ve been holding onto that for so long.”

Stephen was a stoic man who kept so much to himself. Here he was, putting his guard down. Here he was, exposed before her, and she appreciated how hard that was for him. “Thank you for telling me.” She kissed him sweetly, looked him right in the eyes, and said, “If we’re going to explore this thing, it’s going to take that kind of open communication.”

He looked both confused and excited all at once. “We’re going to explore… this thing?”

Julianna grinned. “If you want to.” She kissed his forehead, his cheek, his jaw. “Do you want to?”

Before he could answer, she started kissing down her body, where his cock waited, hard and ready for her mouth.

It was amazing that even after thirty years of marriage, you could still learn something totally, wildly, erotically brand new about your partner.

End of Part 1

This story is designed to be a slow burn—a more realistic journey of this couple into the hotwife fantasy. Sorry for the tease! But don't worry, we'll get there. I'm currently working on the second part, and have quite extensive amounts of the third part complete, but as you all know now about my process, a lot can change in the writing.

Please leave comments and thoughts on what you liked, what you'd like to see happen, and ideas for future episodes. I like this couple. They're different than others that I've written. Hope you like them, too!

As for when the next part will begin, I'm going to try and get this in as soon as I can, without much delay. We'll see how my writing time today goes.