The Affair

The Elevator

John was on his second club soda when he saw Marlena walking towards him. He downed the rest of his drink and headed for the door. She followed him at a discreet distance just long enough to see where she needed to meet him. John left the room and walked straight to the elevator. He pushed the button and got in. Marlena turned around and walked back to the bar. She ordered a club soda and slowly drank it. No one would ever guess she was on her way to meet John or that she was so aroused she didn’t know how much longer she would last. As soon as she finished she casually walked to the elevator. She pushed the button. The door opened…he was waiting for her. She stepped in and stood next to him. John pressed the button for the bottom floor. They rode down in silence. Three-fourths of the way down he hit the stop button effectively stopping the elevator between floors.

Suddenly John pushed Marlena against the back wall. He knew what she wanted. There was no time to waste. His hands went to the back of her dress and unzipped it. He helped her step out of it. He slipped off his jacket and placed it on the floor. He removed his tie and put it in his pants pocket. Next he unbuttoned his shirt. When the time came he wanted to feel her skin against his. She stood before him in her heels, stockings and a garter belt. John knelt down in front of her and placed one of her legs over his shoulder. Marlena closed her eyes. He couldn’t wait any longer. Before she knew it, she felt his tongue moving in and out of her. She ran her fingers thru his hair. It wouldn’t be long and they both knew it. He could hear her gasping for air. His tongue found her c******s. She was in heaven. Her hands held his head in place…his tongue licking and sucking her faster and faster. She couldn’t catch her breath. He was so good.

“There, right there,” she moaned. “Don’t stop….p l e a s e d o n’ t s t o p.”

John felt her body begin to tremble. Her juices flow freely from her. Marlena was over the edge. With her body still tingling all over John suddenly lowered her leg from his shoulder and stood up. His hands went around her waist as he lifted her up…her legs wrapped around him. He leaned her into the wall and with one hand unzipped his pants. She was still feeling the effects of her orgasm when she felt him enter her. He immediately began to thrust in and out of her. She held on tightly to him…her n*****s pressing against the hair on his chest. This is what they both wanted…instant physical gratification. It wasn’t enough…he needed to go deeper…she needed him to go deeper. Without withdrawing from her body, John pulled away from the wall and knelt down on the floor. Still kneeling, he sat back on his legs allowing Marlena to continue to sit on his lap. Marlena arched her back and placed her hands on the floor behind her for leverage. His hands went around her waist. Now he could go deeper…he could control her movements. He began to thrust in and out of her body. With his hands on her waist he was able to go deeper and deeper inside of her causing Marlena to moan out loud. He was the only man who ever made her lose control each and every time they were together…the only man who could ever reach her G-spot…in fact she didn’t know she had one until John. He watched as her breasts bounced up and down every time he entered her…begging him to take them in his mouth. Never one to pass up an opportunity John leaned over captured her n****e in his mouth. He began to suck on it as hard as he could. The sensation of him pumping in and out of her faster and faster and him sucking on her n****e was driving Marlena over the edge. He was right behind her. He could feel her walls tighten around him. John let go of her breast and prepared for her orgasm. Marlena suddenly leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his neck. It had begun. Her body was trembling, her heart was beating a mile a minute, she couldn’t breathe, spots appeared before her eyes and there was a loud roaring in her ears. It was glorious, it was magnificent, it was everything she ever wanted…but then it always was. Now it was his turn. With one last thrust he emptied everything he had into her. He couldn’t move; his body was frozen in the rapture of passion; everything seemed to come to a stand still, time had no meaning, the only thing he knew were the incredible waves of pleasure washing over his body over and over. And finally it was over. Slowly, regrettably he withdrew from her warm body. They both stood, neither saying a word. John watched as she slipped back into her dress. He never got tired of watching her dress after they made love. There was always a glow about her. She turned and waited for him to zip her up. His hands brushed against the small of her back as his hands went to her zipper. The touch of his hand against her skin sent a small shiver throughout her body. John buttoned his shirt, fixed his tie and slipped on his jacket. As soon as he was finished he pressed the elevator button. Once again the elevator began to move.

On the way back up, John pressed the button for the top floor, the floor the Ball was being held, and for the floor right below it. He would get off one floor below the Ball and walk up the flight of stairs. No one would be the wiser. The elevator stopped, the door opened, John stepped out, the door began to close, Marlena blocked it with her hand, she leaned out and said, “We’re not done yet, not by a long shot.” John simply nodded his head in agreement. He turned and walked to the stairs. Marlena leaned back against the wall and smiled. She had him right where she wanted him…tonight he was definitely her personal f*****g machine. When the doors opened Marlena stepped out and walked back into the Ball.

Marlena headed straight for the bar and ordered a tall glass of water with a twist of lemon. She stood there drinking it slowly…her body was still on fire and she needed to cool off before she faced everyone. The memory of her rendezvous with John in the elevator was still fresh on her mind. As crude as it sounded and as hurt as she was when he first said it…it was true…he was her personal f*****g machine. The things he did to her…the things she wanted him to do to her…the way it felt when he touched her body… was incredible. He did things to her she never knew was possible. The longer they were together the more she wanted him…and it was becoming a bit dangerous. They were taking unnecessary chances. His hand between her legs as they sat at a table full of their friends…him stroking her while Roman stood just a few feet away…it was madness. And just now in the elevator. The feel of his tongue inside of her… she could feel the heat spread throughout her again. They would have to come to a whole new understanding in their relationship. She would not go to him again tonight…she would not let him touch her. Marlena order another tall glass of water. The first one hadn’t done the trick. She needed another one.

John walked into the Ballroom and looked around. He needed a drink…something to help him cool off.

Marlena downed her second glass of water and just about ready to leave when she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around and was surprised to see Rebecca standing in front of her. “Well hello again Rebecca? Don’t tell me you still haven’t found John yet?”

Marlena was the last person she wanted to see right now. “No I haven’t.” She hated to ask but she had to know, “Have you seen John?” She looked all over and she still hadn’t found him. This place was larger than she first realized.

“As a matter of fact I have.” She could see Rebecca was desperate to find John and also desperate to know if they had been together.

Rebecca tried to hide her annoyance at this bit of information. The last thing she wanted Marlena to know was except for arriving together they hadn’t spent any time together. “Really…where?”

“He was at our table for a while but I left to dance with Roman and when I got back he was already gone. I think Hope said he went to look for you.”

The fact that he spent time at Marlena’s table irritated her but hearing that he went to look for her did help a little bit. And least they weren’t alone…other people were also there. Maybe she was wrong…maybe there wasn’t anything going on between John and Marlena except for a history they shared. She made a promise to herself…John would not leave her side for the rest of the night…in fact he wouldn’t leave her side until tomorrow morning. Someone seemed to have caught Marlena’s attention. She turned around. It was John…or course it was…who else would it be?

Marlena spoke before either one of them could say a word, “I was just telling Rebecca you disappeared while I was dancing with Roman and I hadn’t seen you since then.” She just told him everything he needed to know.

He smiled at both of them, “I’m sorry Rebecca; I looked for you after I went to the bar but this place is so damn big I couldn’t find you. I ran across Marlena and sat at their table in the hopes you would find me but after a while I left and went looking for you. I guess we were going in circles…not to mention I kept running into people I know.” It wasn’t natural…he wanted her again…right now.

Marlena could see Rebecca was still questioning their relationship. They had gotten away with it already and there would not be a repeat performance…not here…not tonight. “So I guess I should get back to my table, you guys are more than welcome to sit with us.” She looked directly at Rebecca and said, “Actually you’ll probably be sitting with us because all the guys seem to do is stand around and talk.”

Before Rebecca could object John spoke up, “We’d love to. And like I told Maggie earlier, why would I want to stand when I can be surrounded by beautiful women.”

All three headed back to Marlena’s table with Marlena leading the way, Rebecca following her and John bringing up the rear…but the truth was he was watching Marlena’s rear the way it moved with each step he took. As they weaved their way through the crowd he noticed more than one man do a double take as she passed. Age was irrelevant…although the majority of the looks came from guys in their early twenties. It always amazed him that she never noticed any of the men looking or a better word would be leering at her. She never paid them any attention…just like now. Any other woman would have reveled in all the attention but not Marlena.

Again Rebecca noticed the attention Marlena received as they walked through the crowd and again she was amazed Marlena never paid any of them any attention. This wasn’t exactly how she planned on spending the night but she couldn’t very well say anything.

Finally they arrived at the table and everything and everyone was the same with one exception…Hope and Bo were on the dance floor. She watched as they danced. They were really good for one another. He was the same hot head Bo Boaty, maybe a little calmer, and Hope was his anchor. She loved them dearly…they were family. Marlena turned back to the table and speaking to no in particular said, “I see the guys are still talking.”

Maggie answered, “All except Hope, she went over there and dragged him on the dance floor.”

“Good for her,” Marlena responded.

John pulled out two empty chairs…one for Rebecca and one for Marlena. Rebecca sat first and then Marlena. “Excuse me ladies, I’ll be right back.”

Marlena looked up at him, smiled and said, “I thought you wanted to be surrounded by beautiful women.”

He knew she was kidding him, “Oh, I do…I’m just going over to say my hellos and I’ll be right back.” He turned and walked towards Roman and the rest of the husbands. He would never understand how they could stand around and talk about work or sports when they were out with their wives…especially Roman. He liked Roman but it was becoming clear to him that Roman didn’t fully understand the woman he was married to or what she needed. He did…if they were still married; there was no way he would be that far away from her. In fact if she wasn’t in his arms on the dance floor they would have found some place for them to be alone. But not Roman…he was too busy socializing with his buddies to pay attention to his wife. He walked up to Roman.

Rebecca sat there silently. That exchange between John and Marlena seemed totally innocent. She was beginning to analyze everything they did or said and that wasn’t healthy. No man had ever captured her interest the way John Borne did. Enough worrying about John and Marlena…obviously she was mistaken. “So tell me, do the men always talk about work or whatever it is they’re talking about while you guys just sit here?”

Hope walked up just in time to hear Rebecca’s question, “All the time, every time unless we drag them on the dance floor and then it’s right back to the men’s club.”

Everyone started laughing.

“The men’s club…what do you mean?”

Lexie spoke up, “That’s what we started calling it…the men’s club…they’ll stand there all night until we go over there or…”

Maggie finished her sentence, “or they look over here and see the dirty looks we’re giving them and then they’ll be over here in a flash.”

“And it’s always been like this, they’ve always been like this.”

Now it was Hope’s turn, “Oh no…only after you’re married and the honeymoon is over. Dating and newly married, they’re very loving, very attentive and extremely affectionate but as time goes by….” she pointed in the direction of the men, “that’s what happens…they join the men’s club.”

“And they all do this…every last one of them.”

“Not all of them,” it was Maggie. “John was never a member of the men’s club.”

Lexie chimed in, “No, he was always at Marlena’s side.” She looked at Marlena and continued, “I swear it was like the honeymoon never ended…remember the time…” Suddenly she stopped talking. “God, I’m so sorry…I shouldn’t have said that.”

“It’s ok Lexie…I was married to him after all.” She felt sorry for Lexie…she knew it was an accident…she didn’t do it on purpose.

Rebecca sat back and listened. She’d heard stories about the love John and Marlena shared and apparently it wasn’t an exaggeration. But if they loved one another so passionately; could a love like theirs ever really be over? Could they really move on? These were questions she desperately wanted answers to. Looking at them tonight they appeared to be two people who were no longer married to one another but found a way to be friends.

An awkward silence settled over the table. No one knew what to say to ease the tension…that is until Marlena spoke again. “It’s true, we were very close and now we’re good friends. And speaking of the devil, here he comes.” He looked so handsome in his tuxedo…he took her breath away.

Everyone turned and looked as John approached the table. He felt all eyes on him. “Is this a private conversation for ladies only or can I join you?”

Smiling Marlena answered, “It’s safe for you to sit. We were just talking about you.”

“In that case, maybe I ought to go back by the guys.”

“John, if I didn’t know you better I’d swear you were fishing for compliments.”

“Who me? Never.” He pulled up a chair and sat next to Rebecca.

Marlena and John’s kidding helped to ease the tension from around the table. Soon everyone was laughing and talking once again. John became an attentive escort to Rebecca. Any doubts she had were slowly being erased by his behavior towards her. As the music continued to play, John noticed Rebecca tapping her foot. He wanted to dance with Marlena…just to hold her in his arms but he could hardly ask her to dance when he hadn’t danced with Rebecca yet. And so he asked, “Rebecca, may I have this dance?”

“I’d love to.” She stood and they walked to the dance floor. It had been worth the wait to feel his arms around her. He moved so effortlessly. If he was this good on his feet she couldn’t help but wonder how good he was in bed. If she had to make a guess, she’d say he was wonderful…maybe she’d get the chance to find out. She moved in closer and laid her head on his shoulder.

Marlena watched as John and Rebecca danced. She watched as Rebecca laid her head on John’s shoulder. There wasn’t a doubt in her mind Rebecca wanted to get John in her bed tonight. That wasn’t going to happen…not tonight…not ever. The music ended and they headed back to the table, his arm around her waist and she was leaning into him. He was playing the part of the attentive date and it was getting under her skin.