“The part about your husband suggesting you’d find yourself a lover wasn’t a lie though, right?”
“No, that is true. Don’t you worry, it won’t be a problem. But now it’s my turn to ask you that question, young man. I saw the photos of you and that woman in your living room. You look like a couple in them.” she said, and suddenly her grin turned mischievous. “And she seems older as well.”
“Yes. She was my girlfriend.”
“Was?” she asked, and I sighed.
“She ... died. Three months ago.” The smile instantly vanished from her face.
“Oh! I’m so sorry!” Nora immediately apologized.
“Thank you.” I got out of bed and rummaged through the pockets of my pants, looking for my cigarettes. “I know I should probably just take those pictures down again. Someone else asked about them before and my answer ruined the mood then too. But when I tried to take them off the wall, I just ... couldn’t. Though, it’s kinda funny. I only hung them just a few weeks ago.”
My voice had grown quieter as I continued speaking. She studied me for a moment, before she got up, stepped close to me, and hugged me from behind. Her mouth close to my ear, I heard her whisper.
“Can I ask what happened?”
“Pancreatic cancer. She was already in stage four when they found it, so there was nothing they could’ve done anymore. She lasted five months.”
She was quiet for a while.
“So, you live all on your own away from your family, work that dangerous job, your girlfriend just passed ... And all that while you’re still in high school.” she sighed. “No wonder you act a lot more mature than my children.”
I just shrugged my shoulders and gave up on finding my cigarettes. She let one of her hands slide up to my chest to lightly caress it, placed a kiss on my neck, and just held me with her other arm still around my waist.
Seriously, though, what is it with mothers? Do their prenatal classes include seminars on how to give comforting hugs, or something!? I had been hugged before, sure, but the way Claire had held me that night in my bed, the way Aunt Danielle had held me that night on the sofa, and now the way Nora held me just standing there, was simply ... soothing. And why was she even doing it? I was just the guy she paid to chauffeur her daughter around, not to mention the guy who knocked out her son! Why would she even concern herself with me?
A look at my watch told me we had been in bed for almost an hour, and now we had been standing there for a few more minutes. I turned around to look at her as I asked myself that question, but seeing our mixed juices run down her inner thighs gave me an idea.
“Wanna shower together? Can’t drive you home with my cum dripping out of you and smelling like sex.” I suggested with a half grin.
“No, Lover, I can’t. I have to get home and present this to George.” she said, matter of fact, while placing her hand right above her leaking Pussy.
That statement confused me immensely. Was she going to taunt her husband? Even if she said he suggested she’d find some extramarital fun, this didn’t sound like she was planning on having a civil conversation about that topic.
“Is that ... won’t that just provoke him?” I asked carefully, causing her to look at me in confusion before she started chuckling.
She pulled her panties back on, her skirt back down, and started buttoning her blouse. Then she stepped closer to me and gave me another wet kiss before talking.
“Darling, when I said that George found himself a little mistress, I didn’t mean a lover. He found himself a Mistress!” she explained with a meaningful look, and I finally understood what she just told me. “I don’t have that in me. I love that man with all my heart, so I tried, but I couldn’t be that for him. I just don’t know how. Finding a lover for myself was also not actually his idea, but hers when I asked her how to go about his needs. Something about showing him that I’m in control of our marriage as a first important step. I’ll need you to take me home now, so I can show him the proof of me doing just that. And, apparently, if I’m convincing enough, even make him eat that massive load of yours.”
My eyebrows shot up as I stared at her. While I really didn’t have much of a problem with tasting myself on a woman’s lips after she had swallowed my cum ... actually eating it? Well, it wouldn’t be that much of a difference, I reckoned, but someone else’s!? No fucking way! My thoughts must have shown on my face, because Nora displayed an amused half smile and shrugged her shoulders.
I got dressed myself and we moved to the car. Throughout the entire drive, I thought about what Nora had just told me about her husband. I didn’t know how to feel about that. On one hand, when I mentally placed myself in George’s shoes, I was sure I would blow a fuse. Especially with my own precarious past, knowing my family had excluded me for years from their sexcapades. Imagining then having a wife who does the same, but in addition even taunts me about it, simply made me sad. I could not understand how anyone could possibly enjoy something like that, much less get aroused by it. On the other hand, I also couldn’t imagine being with another guy, but wouldn’t even dream of condemning someone for being gay, so ... whatever flips your pancakes, I guess?
Despite being absorbed in my own thoughts, I still noticed that Nora was unusually quiet throughout the ride, with her hands folded in her lap, until the car came to a stop in her driveway. She didn’t move for a moment, but then leaned over to give me a rather demure kiss before fixing me with a piercing look.
“Now, I need to make sure we are on the same page, Timothy.” I immediately noted the way she addressed me, and she must have seen the confusion on my face. “Finding a lover was more for my husband to know that I have a lover, than for me actually pursuing it. Though, as I said before, I had a lot of fun with you, and I wouldn’t be against doing it again. Please understand that I do not wish for Mia or Jack to learn about this. Neither what happened between us today, nor that their father encouraged it. So, we most likely won’t be able to get together on a regular basis. Can you live with that?”
I mulled it over for a second, and then nodded.
“Absolutely. You are married with children after all. I wouldn’t expect this to suddenly turn into a relationship.”
“I knew I could count on you!” she smiled before kissing me again. This time, however, the kiss was anything but demure, and despite what she had just told me about keeping it a secret from her children, she certainly didn’t care about who could see us. I felt her tongue fishing for my tonsils within seconds, and I was absolutely ready to go again when she finally stepped out of the car.
I waited until I saw her enter the house, and then drove off towards my own home. I couldn’t stop thinking about her husband, and suddenly realized something. I had no fucking idea he was that way in private! When we had met and talked, he was always presenting himself as that powerful and successful businessman he actually was. Even after he had to call Bill to catch the stalker and secure his home, there still wasn’t even a hint of him not being in total control of the situation.
Maybe my demand for Ava to get her shit together and restrain her submissiveness to the bedroom wasn’t unreasonable. Maybe, if Mr. Miller could enjoy himself in the bedroom without carrying it into the outside world and let it influence his businesses, there really was a chance for that to happen with Ava as well. Without even realizing it, I started thinking about how I could support her to reach that goal.
The next morning, after I arrived at their house to pick up Mia again, George Miller suddenly pulled me aside and led me into his den.