The Affair

Dancing

All of a sudden her view of John and Rebecca was blocked. She looked up and standing before her was a young good looking guy who looked somewhat familiar.

“Uh, excuse me Dr. Evers but I was wondering if uh, you would…” he was so nervous he couldn’t finish his sentence.

Now she recognized him…he was an intern at the hospital. He’d actually been quite helpful to her. She racked her brain trying to remember his name…Michael…Mitch…no it was Mike. She smiled and said, “What can I do for you Mike?”

He was beaming…she remembered his name. His buddies were standing off to the side watching everything. They all noticed her the minute she walked in the ballroom. He already had a slight crush on her but when she walked in wearing that gown he couldn’t help himself. He’d bragged to them he worked with her and he knew her personally. Of course they called him on it and dared him to approach her. So here he was standing before her and she remembered his name! “I was wondering if you would do me the honor of dancing with me.” He rushed on before she could say anything, “Of course I understand if you can’t.” God! He was babbling like an i***t. She would probably tell him to get lost.

She could see buddies standing off to the side watching everything. Maggie and Lexie were sitting back enjoying the show. He was a nice guy and she didn’t want to hurt his feelings. She knew how much courage it took for him to approach her and she would never embarrass him in front of his friends. “I’d be delighted.”

His friends watched in amazement as they walked arm in arm to the dance floor. You could have lit the entire city the way he was beaming.

By the time Rebecca and John and made it back to the table Marlena was already gone. He hadn’t noticed when she left…he’d been so busy trying to be the perfect escort so he could eventually ask Marlena for a dance. And now she was no where in sight. He tried to hide disappointment. Rebecca was so happy with the way her dance went with John she didn’t even notice Marlena was gone or the slight change in John’s demeanor.

Feeling a little giddy with anticipation for the rest of the evening, she excused herself and headed towards the ladies room. She needed to freshen up her makeup. John would only see her looking her best…even if that meant touching up her makeup every so often.

It was killing him not to know where she was but he didn’t dare ask. He didn’t want to make anyone suspicious. Instead he simply sat down…waiting for her return to the table.

They finally made it to the dance floor. He was so nervous he didn’t know what to do…how to breathe or where to place his hands. Honestly he never thought he would get this far. He thought she would blow him off but at least his friends would have seen him talk to her. She could sense his nervousness. It was up to her to help him up.

“Relax”, she said. Her voice was soothing. “Look into my eyes and listen to my voice.” She took one of his hands and placed it on her back and the other she held in her hand. She pulled him closer to her. “Ok, now take a deep breath, close your eyes and pretend I’m someone you dance with all the time.”

“Every year it never fails.” It was Maggie speaking.

“I know…and every year it’s always the same,” replied Lexie.

For some unknown reason this exchange between Maggie and Lexie captured John’s interest. He looked in the general area their attention was focused. In his line of sight was Marlena dancing with some young man. He smiled…everything was suddenly clear to him. While married to her, he, himself, had faced this very problem. There was always some young upstart who always wanted a dance with his wife, Marlena. He used to tease her saying, ‘he was married to the hottest woman on the planet’. It never ceased to amaze him she was completely unaware of her s*x appeal…which made her all the more desirable to the opposite s*x.

He watched as they danced together. Whoever she was dancing with would remember this night for the rest of his life. He would tell this story over and over again…the night he danced with the older sexy psychiatrist.

After a few minutes it was obvious the young man was in over his head. His first instinct was to rescue her himself; instead he glanced in Roman’s direction to see if he was aware his wife needed to be rescued. Roman was too busy laughing with his buddies…it was up to him. That was just fine by him…he wanted her in his arms. He stood and slowly walked over.

To anyone looking, Marlena seemed to be captivated by her dance partner. The truth was she was trying to make him as comfortable as possible. He was a nervous wreck. She saw John out the corner of her eye. She should have known…he was fully aware of the situation and was coming to her aid while giving Mike a graceful way out. There was a tap on Mike’s shoulder…he looked relieved. He thanked Marlena for the dance and graciously allowed John to take his place. She watched as he walked back to his buddies and waited while John took his place.

He stood there for a moment staring at her…taking in all of her beauty with his eyes. She was so beautiful…so irresistible…he wanted her again. Marlena watched as John’s eyes devoured her…her heart began to beat faster…she could feel her n*****s begin to harden…she wanted him again. They made a move towards one another. Almost shyly their hands met…afraid to touch one another…afraid of what they would feel. He pulled her to him. With their hands intertwined he placed them over his heart…it was the way they always danced. He once told her he did that because he wanted her to feel his heartbeat…that she was the reason he was alive. The other went to the small of her back…the place on her back that seemed to have been created just for him. Slowly they began to move to the music. His body craved her…he needed her closer to him. She felt it at the same time. Her body needed his…she needed to be closer to him. They held on tighter to one another…their bodies touching in perfect alignment. He could feel her breasts pushing against his chest…she could feel the beginning of his erection pressing between her legs. They danced slowly…enjoying the feel of each other’s body…knowing that they would find a way to be together again…tonight. The fire in both of them was too hot to be ignored.

Maggie and Lexie watched as John and Marlena danced. They marveled at the way they moved together. Lexie was the first to speak.

“After all this time…it’s still there.”

Maggie nodded her head in agreement. “I know.”

Hope was busy looking at Bo and hadn’t noticed John and Marlena were gone until she turned in her seat. “What are you guys looking at?” She followed their gaze until her eyes settled on John and Marlena. “Oh…now I understand.”

Maggie and Lexie immediately turned to Hope. Neither one wanted to suggest anything inappropriate was going on between John and Marlena. “Hope,” Maggie began, “John just rescued Marlena from another young admirer.”

“It’s ok Maggie, I know.” She understood everything clearly. Roman was Bo’s brother and she loved him. She was glad he was alive and well but even she had to admit that what John and Marlena once shared was special. There was nothing else to say.

The music would end at any moment and they both knew it. There wasn’t much time left. He closed his eyes…he imagined himself kissing her neck and moving slowly down her body. His hand began to trace small circles on the small of her back. She closed her eyes and imagined his hand was moving between her legs…ever so slowly. The heat between them was becoming unbearable. The music stopped…neither one wanted to let go but they knew they had no choice. John pressed her into him one more time…needing her to feel his desire for her. She gasped as she felt his growing erection find its place between her legs.

Rebecca returned to the table just as the music was ending. She looked around and noticed both John and Marlena were gone. Where were they?

Lexie saw Rebecca’s confusion and began to explain, “John went to rescue Marlena from an admirer.”

Rebecca still didn’t understand.

Lexie continued, “It usually happens at least once a year. Some young intern will get enough courage to ask her dance and being the person she is and never wanting to hurt someone’s feelings she accepts.”

Maggie took over the explanation, “The problem is the guy is so surprised she accepts he really can’t concentrate on dancing so…usually someone has to rescue her. Tonight it’s John’s turn. And here they come now.”

Rebecca turned to see John and Marlena making their way back to the table. He pulled a chair for Marlena, two seats down from Rebecca, and sat between them. Marlena pulled her chair closer to the table. She knew what was coming and she couldn’t wait. Almost immediately she felt John’s hand on her leg, slowly making its way up her thigh. Her legs opened just a bit wider. He was amazing…no one would ever guess what his hand was doing underneath the table. He was telling a story about work while his fingers were ever so gently stroking the outer lips of her opening. She was already wet with anticipation. It wouldn’t take long. His fingers began to move in small circles…the same pattern he traced on the small of her back. Without warning his fingers entered her. He began to thrust them in and out of her causing her an enormous amount of pleasure. She bit her lip to keep from crying out. John seemed intent on bringing her to an orgasm right there at the table. His fingers went deeper and deeper inside of her. Marlena had to grip the sides of her chair in order to keep her body from jerking with every movement of his hand. He had to stop before it was too late…she was afraid her rapid breathing would soon become noticeable. Somehow she managed to grab his thigh…squeezing it tightly. It was her signal for him to stop. John, however, had no intention of stopping. He wanted her to come against his hand…he wanted her to sit there and explode into ecstasy with just the two of them realizing what he was doing to her and then they would slip off together and he would have her again. She squeezed his leg again…she was on the verge and if he didn’t stop she wouldn’t be able to control herself. She attempted to close her legs, trapping his hand between her legs but he was ready for that. Now that her legs were closed together he was able to rub her c******s with thumb. Just a few more strokes with his thumb and she would explode. John could see she was fighting the pleasure he was creating within her with all her strength. He could feel legs begin to tremble against his hand…it was time. He needed to create a distraction. With his free hand, John leaned over and attempted to pick up his drink. The glass slipped out of his hand and the club soda spilled on the table and on him. With everyone focused on the glass, she was able to come against his hand while everyone moved to wipe up his spilled drink. He thrust his hand in and out of her a few more times and then slowly withdrew it. By the time everyone finished wiping up the spill she was finished. No one had any idea. Her release was indescribable…but she needed more…she needed him inside of her…now.

John stood up; his hands placed strategically in front of his erection…the front of his tuxedo wet with club soda. “I’m so sorry. It looks like I caused a mess.”

Rebecca was the first to notice his jacket and shirt were wet. “John, you’re all wet.” She looked around the table for more napkins but they had all been used.

He looked down and pretended to be surprised. “Damn! I didn’t realize I was wet. I’ll be back…I’m just going to the restroom to dry my clothes off a little faster.” He headed towards the bathroom, but as soon as he was out of their line of vision…he doubled back and headed towards the elevator once more. His erection was throbbing.

Marlena sat there a few minutes more. She couldn’t rush off immediately…as much as she wanted to. She picked up her glass and finished her water. Finally she figured enough time had passed. “I’ll be right back…I’m going to the bar. She headed off in the opposite direction of John. She passed the bar and headed straight for the elevator.

The door opened, he was waiting. She stepped in. As soon as the door closed her hands went to his zipper and pulled out his throbbing erection. Her hand hit the button for bottom floor. John sat down…Marlena straddled him. There was no time to waste. Immediately she began riding him. His hands went to her waist. They were both in a state of frenzy…no time for anything but the release they both wanted…no time for words. The only sound that could be heard as the elevator spiraled down to the bottom floor was the grunts both made as she rode him as hard as she could. She was almost there but she knew John wasn’t ready. There would by multiple orgasms for her on this elevator ride. The first one was already beginning. He held on to her tightly as her walls tightened around him. He began to thrust upwards as her orgasm intensified. She was riding the wave and still he pumped inside of her. Slowly her orgasm began to dissipate and still he pumped inside of her. He was moving faster and faster…she was so warm. He could feel himself losing control…and still he pumped inside of her. Once again she felt her walls begin to tighten around him…it didn’t slow him down…in and out…in and out. The elevator reached the bottom floor and stopped…and still he pumped. Finally he was ready to explode inside of her. She was reaching that plateau once again. They would explode together. He continued to pump in and out of her. They both rode the waves of ecstasy together. His pumping in and out of her began to slow down until finally he was done. Marlena slumped against him. Eventually they were both able to stand. Marlena pressed the button for the top floor. John pressed the button for two floors below. Four times he had brought her to ecstasy and each time it was done in complete silence. This was not making love and they both knew it…it was satisfying a need they both possessed…it was f*****g.

She’d been back for a while now…sitting at the table…waiting for the night to end. Her glass of wine sat in front of her…hardly touched. Her mind wandered back to her and John in the elevator. Once again they’d gotten away with it but that was the last time. She had to stay away from him for the rest of the night…no contact whatsoever…definitely nothing physical. They were out of control and it had to stop. The problem was the s*x was too overpowering…it was their connection…love had nothing to do with it. s*x couldn’t break her heart the way love did.

John was in the men’s room waiting for his shirt and jacket to finish drying. His thoughts returned to Marlena…they always did. He couldn’t stay away from her…she was like a drug to him. And as satisfying as their encounters had been…it wasn’t enough. He wanted more than just s*x from her…he wanted what they had before he ruined it. It was up to him to make it up to her. She was using s*x as a means to an end…a way to help ease her pain. He’d said some hurtful things to her the other day…things she didn’t deserve…he hurt her deeply. s*x without any emotional involvement was what they were doing but it wasn’t enough. Before the night was over he would talk to her…he made a promise to himself. He wouldn’t touch her again until everything was worked out between them. John headed back to the table…but first he needed to check a few things out.

Except for the fact John had been gone longer than she thought; Rebecca was having a really good time. She liked Maggie, Hope and Lexie. They were nice people. She even liked Marlena…and if it wasn’t for the relationship she and John once shared they could probably be really good friends. She felt a tap on her shoulder. It was John.

“It took my clothes longer to dry than I thought it would.” He’d made a little detour after he left the men’s room. All he needed was the right time. He slid in the chair next to Rebecca. Marlena was no longer sitting next to him…while he was gone she moved to the other side of the table.

“No problem.”

“Well how about I make it up to you? Would you care to dance?”

“I’d love to.” Rebecca took his arm and they headed off to the dance floor.

Marlena watched in silence as John and Rebecca took to the floor. She took a sip of her wine and turned to Maggie. “So Maggie, I guess you’re my date and Lexie is Hope’s date.”

Maggie stood up. “Enough is enough. This is ridiculous.”

They all watched as Maggie headed over to their husbands. Even though they couldn’t hear the conversation, it was evident by the way they all looked back at the table; she was giving them a piece of her mind. A few minutes later she headed back to the table.

Hope was the first to ask, “Aunt Maggie, what did you say them?”

“I simply told them enough was enough and we didn’t appreciate sitting here alone while they were apparently having a good time.”

“That’s all. It looked like you were saying more than that.”

Maggie started laughing, “Well I might have mentioned something about them sleeping alone for a long, long, long time. I think I made my point.”

“From the looks of it, I’d say so.” Lexie pointed and said, “Look.”

They all watched as every last husband made his way to the table…each sitting next to his spouse. Pretty soon, one by one they all headed to the dance floor until it was just Roman and Marlena left.

“Doc, I’m sorry…I’ve been so selfish tonight.”

“Roman, its okay, don’t worry about it.” The truth was she didn’t miss him at all.

“No, it’s not okay. We’re supposed to be spending more time together and instead of being with you, I’m with Bo, Abe and Mickey.”

“Really, Roman, it’s okay.”

“If it’s not too late, I’d like to make it up to you…would you like to dance?”

No, she didn’t feel like it, but she couldn’t say that. Instead she said, “That would be lovely.”

He took her hand and they headed to the floor. She followed his lead as he took her into his arms. There was a time years ago that she loved the feel of his arms around her body. She could remember when she thought she would never tire of dancing with him…but that was a long time ago. That was before John. It seemed her adult life was divided into two halves: pre-John and post-John. And now she no longer had that…what they had now was just s*x…anything else was too painful for her.