They were missionary position. Bill had learned there were many ways to make Lorraine explode with pleasure. Missionary style was more work than some, but when she came this way it was stronger, deeper, and she could have multiple orgasms. If Mary had multiple orgasms, it almost always happened when he was using his tongue and kept on after the first one. Personally, he liked it when Mary’s knees were up and he was settled on top of her. He liked it when she purred in his ear, when he could kiss on her face wherever he wanted, however he wanted.
He liked it when Lorraine’s knees were up too. They had talked about it, about the ways to please each other, and they had decided there were many ways to do this. One time she had asked him what he liked most. That was the only time he could remember being somewhat shy with her and when he’d told her what he wanted, she blushed and said for sure he could have it.
“So tell me,” Lorraine said when they were getting dressed. “Tell me what you feel for me.”
“Ah, shit,” said Bill.
“What?”
“When we get to your house.”
“When we get to my house we have to be quiet to not wake the girls. You’re gonna sleep on the sofa and I’m going to bed. Then I’m going to wake you at five-thirty, wake them at six-thirty, and after all of you are gone, I’m going back to sleep and dream of how good you make me come.”
“That sounds awesome.”
“What would happen if she found out?”
“My fiancé?”
“No, mine.”
They were putting on their coats now and making sure they’d left the apartment clean and neat.
“I’d probably be a free man. She’d probably be a lot better off.”
“You really think that?”
“You don’t know me, do you?”
“Wait a minute. Do you really think that?”
Bill didn’t answer.
“You’re not gonna tell me, are you?”
“Maybe.”
“When?”
“Can’t say.”
“I’m going to keep asking.”
“You know, I think you probably will.”
Outside, the snow had stopped falling and not much of an accumulation covered the grass. The sidewalks and streets were almost clear already which meant the temperature was probably somewhere close to the freezing point, maybe just a touch above it. This was a good thing. The roads would not be too slippery and if it didn’t snow again the restaurant would be busy.
They entered Lorraine’s apartment quietly. First thing, Lorraine went in to check on her girls. She did this even before she took off her coat, before she set down her keys and her purse. The two girls were fast asleep. She fixed the covers on her youngest then softly closed their bedroom door and came out to where Bill was. He had taken off his coat and his shoes and was sitting on the sofa in the living room. She sat next to him and kissed him. Bill kissed her back, softly, fondled her ample breasts.
“You’re good for me for right now,” said Lorraine. “I needed to get back on the bicycle.”
“Seems like you’re riding pretty steady now.”
“That bastard totally devastated me, us. I was left speechless, heartless, broken. All those years I’d given to him and that’s what he gave back.”
“You doing better now?”
“I’m healing, maybe, just a little bit. I wasn’t mad at you that day, you know. He had called and pissed me off. I was just plain mad.”
“I didn’t take it personally. But I would have made sure they got rid of you. There’s no room for a first cook letting a waitress get over on him. You put me in an awkward position. I had to act.”
“Would you have fired me?”
“You’d have been gone right after that shift.”
“See. It all worked out well,” Lorraine said. “On many levels.”
