Bad Anniversary

The drive home was quiet. It wasn’t that Lidia and Sam were mad at each other, but dinner was clearly a bust.

“I guess even upscale restaurants have off nights.” Sam said, hoping to liven up the dreary atmosphere.

 “Yeah.” Lidia answered perfunctorily.

 Lidia stared absently out the window and Sam didn’t push the conversation further. It had been a long week for both of them. Maybe a fifth anniversary didn’t need to be a big deal.

 They pulled into the narrow driveway of the small house. Sam parked in a way to give Lidia extra room to exit. He intended to rush to her side of the car and open her door, but his door was too near to the neighbors’ bushes. By the time he unwedged himself, Lidia was already climbing the porch steps and reading something on her phone.

 Sam still held out hope for the evening. It was the first time in months that they had a babysitter for their toddler, and he didn’t want to waste the night. Even on the couple’s third anniversary they ended the night on an intimate note after having a seemingly insurmountable argument.

 Lidia intended to ‘put out’ that night. Even she had to admit the two of them were in a bit of a dry spell. Work had been grinding her down over the past month and a half and she just hadn’t felt the energy or desire to be with her husband. But it was their anniversary, and it wasn’t Sam’s fault that the waiter at the fancy restaurant was an ass.

 --

 “Did you remember to take Lizzy for a walk before we left?” asked Lidia.

 The moment they stepped into the house the couple was struck by the unmistakable odor of dog shit. Lizzy happily greeted them at the door with her tail wagging, completely unfazed by the foul smell. Sam rushed into the living room to see the damage.

 “She got sick on our new carpet.” Sam said, disappointed.

 “Can you clean it, so it doesn’t stain?” asked Lidia.

 “Yeah, it will take a while. It’s pretty gross.”

 “Alright. I guess I’ll log on and get some work done. Leah finally sent me the files I’ve been waiting on.”

Before they stepped inside, Sam had hoped that he could convince Lidia to do something special, like slipping into an old set of lingerie. She hadn’t worn anything like that for him since their kid was born. A woman couldn’t be blamed for having a little shyness post childbirth, but Lidia’s figure clearly rebounded. In fact, the only noticeable difference with her body was that her once modest breasts were now heavy with milk. Sam squatted and cleaned the soiled carpet and worried that the evening was already lost.

 Lidia was annoyed about the carpet. Sam acted offended when she reminded him to walk Lizzy earlier. But she was happy for the excuse to get some work done. There were a ton of things piling up and they’d been worrying her most of the day.

 It took a solid twenty minutes for Sam to adequately clean Lizzy’s mess. He peeked in the office after and found Lidia concentrating intensely on her work.

 “I’m done in the living room and think I’ll take a quick shower.” he said.

 “Uh-huh.” she replied distantly.

 It was obvious that Lidia was in the middle of it and Sam assumed the best plan was to give her more time. He went upstairs and started the shower. When Sam got in and the hot water rushed down his back, he realized just how horny he was. Even though his wife seemed almost completely uninterested in him the whole night, she did look fantastic in her dress. It was tight around her hips and midsection and, even after years together, he still spent most of dinner ogling her. He wanted her badly and, by the end of his shower, he was resolved to make it happen.

 Sam toweled off and slipped on a pair of boxers. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and was disappointed that he didn’t cut a more impressive form. He wasn’t overweight or in horrible shape but being shirtless emphasized the slightness of his body. He put the shirt he wore to dinner back on and exited the bath and checked if Lidia was already in their room -- no luck.

 Earlier that day, one of her coworkers, Hazel, asked Lidia if it was her birthday or anniversary. Lidia was somewhat confused how Hazel knew to ask.

 “You haven’t been back to your desk, have you?” said the overly-familiar Hazel.

 When Lidia reached her desk, she found an embarrassingly large bouquet of flowers waiting for her.

 Hazel offered to help Lidia with her work so she wouldn’t have to stay too late on her ‘big day.’ Unfortunately, Hazel’s help was no help at all. The woman apparently spent the afternoon ruining a mostly-finished file that Lidia needed for a meeting the next day. Lidia furiously rewrote the file while her husband showered.

 “How’s it going.” said Sam at the door to the office. He was trying his best to sound nonchalant, but it didn’t matter.

 “Hey honey, I’m gonna be a minute.” she said without looking up from the screen.

 “No problem. I’ll just be upstairs when you’re done.”

 “Yup.”

 --

 It was nearly two hours before Lidia finally came up. Almost any other night, Sam would have nodded off over an hour ago, but he was determined. Exhausted, Lidia went straight to her bathroom and closed the door without looking at Sam. Sam didn’t know what to think and became a little agitated. He knew she was working hard, but it was their anniversary, and he felt like they’d barely seen each other that day. In his mind, he couldn’t help but imagine her exiting her bathroom wearing some obscenely erotic set of lingerie, but he knew how unlikely that hope was.

 The door to the bathroom opened and out came Lidia, dressed in her comfy flannel pj’s and thick-rimmed glasses -- her hair done up in a loose bun. She was ready to sleep. Lidia switched off the overhead light and was about to switch off the lamp next to the bed --

 “Goodnight.” she said to Sam in a tired voice.

 “Yeah, goodnight.” he replied. There was just enough edge to his voice to stop Lidia from turning out the light.

 “Is there a problem?”

 “No, I just thought we might -- you know. And I was disappointed.”

 “I thought you were asleep.”

 “Well, I’m not. If it’s not too tacky to ask, do you want to have sex?” Sam said.

 Her look told him that she wasn’t thrilled by his proposition.

 “Is there any chance for a raincheck?” she gave him a wide-eyed look that Sam usually struggled to say no to.

 “It’s not like I’d force you.”

 Lidia was tired after an exceptionally long day and mulled over her options.

 “I really don’t feel like sex, is there anything else you want?” she asked.

 Sam reddened a little at the question. Lidia sat next to him on the bed and waited for a reply.

 “The thing we did on the road trip, in Santa Fe.” he said in a meek voice.

 “Really? I don’t remember that going very well.”

 “Sure, but what I said is still true and I’d appreciate another try. If it doesn’t work, I get it.”

 Lidia exhaled heavily before asking, “How should I start?”

 “Just do your best to make it convincing. And really, don’t spare my feelings.”

 --

 When the couple was on vacation in New Mexico, they had an incredible amount of time to talk while driving across the state. At some point the topic of sexual fantasies came up. Sam alluded to something he was embarrassed to admit. After a bit of cajoling, Lidia convinced Sam that she loved him enough that he could be open with her. He finally confessed that he occasionally fantasied about Lidia with other men.

 She was a little surprised but took it in stride. Sam continued, explaining that he genuinely didn’t want her to be with anyone else, but the fantasy of it turned him on. After talking for a while, it occurred to Lidia that they could still have fun with his fantasy, if he wanted to role play a little.

 Once the couple reached their hotel that day, they gave it a try. The premise of the fantasy had Lidia admitting to a horrible past indiscretion which Sam didn’t know about. The secret was tearing her up inside and she needed to tell him all the sordid details. Lidia tried her best but was awkward and nonspecific and generally unsure what to do. She gave Sam head while telling him how bad she’d been. The role playing wasn’t working and Lidia eventually stopped completely and finished Sam off with her mouth.

 --

 Deep down, Lidia was aware she ditched Sam on their anniversary. Even though she was tired, she relented.

 “Lie down.” Lidia said, trying to hide her irritation. She considered what to say. “I hope you like how good I look in my frumpy pajamas.”

 “You look great.” replied Sam.

Lidia laid down next to her husband and undid a few buttons on her top and rubbed her hand over his crotch.

 “How should I start? I’ve been a really bad girl and need to tell you about it.” she said, her voice drawn and sultry.

 It was the same problem they had the previous attempt. Sam couldn’t complain about her effort, but the cheap porn affectation Lidia adopted ruined the effect. He rolled his eyes, disappointed with her performance, but immediately regretted it.

 “Is there a problem?” Lidia asked. She caught his reaction and removed her hand from his boxers while waiting for Sam’s reply.

 “No, it’s great. Thank you.” he said.

 Lidia’s husband was not convincing, and she pushed him. “What is it?” she said.

 “Really, I’m being selfish. Sorry.”

“None of that. I’m exhausted but staying up so you can live out your weird fantasy. Explain to me how I’m ruining it for you.”

 Lidia’s acidic hostility put Sam in an awkward spot. Uncertain what to do, he went with the truth.

“You’re not ruining anything -- but you kind of become a character.” Sam said. He knew he was playing with fire.

 “Yeah, in our role playing, I’m playing a character.” Lidia shot back.

 “Right, but that person isn’t you and that defeats the point of the point of the fantasy. This was probably all a bad idea though. My fault.”

 Sam was sure that was the end of it, but Lidia laid on her side and processed what her husband said while he waited for her to respond.

 “Fine. I get it. But I don’t want any complaints afterwards.” she said.

 “Alright.”

 “Sam.” said Lidia. Her voice was small, unsure.

 “Yes?” he said.

 “So, there’s something I never told you and -- I think I need to.” Sam nodded but kept quiet. “I cheated on you.”

 She was quiet and uncomfortable, and Sam was surprised by his nervousness.

 “What happened?” he asked, nestling closer to her. He hoped that she might start to touch him again, but she didn’t. Lidia seemed upset.

“In May, there was this guy --” she said.

“Oh, at your work conference.” Sam said, trying to help the story along. Lidia had left town for a week-long conference that month.“No, I didn’t cheat on you at the conference.”

“Well obviously, but, sorry. Please continue.”

“It was at work. Where else do I even go? Sales hired a consultant, and he seemed like just a dumb sales guy, and you know how I hate dealing with people from sales. Anyway. He contacted me directly about getting some numbers and he wasn’t totally awful.

He was only in our office a couple weeks and whenever sales needed something from our group he stopped by my desk. He was chatty and, probably the third time he came over, I told him that he could just send me an email, but he said he liked my company.” At that point Lidia smiled, but it was a distant smile, not meant for Sam. “I told him I was married, and he told me that he was only in town for a couple weeks. And later that night we were drinking in a bar and then we were in his hotel room and, as much as I wouldn’t have thought I would let it happen, it did. We had sex.”

Sam’s mind was split on how he felt about hearing Lidia’s story. It felt real. It felt dangerous. But her words stirred a reckless piece within him and he let it take the lead.

 “Can you give me details?” Sam asked.

 “Details?”

“Yes. What was he like? What did you do? Was it just once? Did you like it?” While he rattled off his list of questions, he took her hand a guided it towards his boxers. Sam was solidly erect and wanted to feel her touch.

“I didn’t think you’d want the exact specifics. It would be too embarrassing.” Lidia said. Sam started to unbutton her top further. “I’m serious, you’re going to get upset.” She sat up and removed her hand from his shorts and stopped his half-finished try at undoing her top.

“I’ll be okay.” said Sam resting his own hand on his shorts.

“I bet you won’t.” She sat for a while and mulled over her options. “Fine, where should I start? -- I did like it. -- A lot. He’s charming and funny and he’s in really good shape.”

“Really?” Sam gave her a sarcastic look of shock and started rubbing himself. It irritated Lidia.

“Yes, some guys actually go to the gym once in a while.

We went to his room, and it was so surreal. I had a hard time believing we’d actually have sex. The two of us sat on the couch and he started kissing me. It was sweet and gentle at first, but I was really turned on and it became hotter and more intense. I remember him taking his thumb and running it down my lips and I opened my mouth and let him slide it in.

This is too embarrassing.”

The couple lied next to each other. Sam had his hand in his boxers and stimulated himself unapologetically. He stared at the deep neckline of his wife’s half-opened shirt -- her cleavage just visible. Lidia thought he looked vile and regretted agreeing to do this.

“Are you going to keep going?” he asked.

Lidia laid back and closed her eyes. She didn’t want to look at Sam, but she’d continue, if that’s what he thought he wanted.

“After a few minutes, we stopped kissing. We just sat there and looked at each other and I admitted how nervous I was. He told me he understood, and we hugged.”

Lidia raked her fingers through her hair. A meaningful look crossed her face, and she continued. “We were quiet for a long time. He just held me in his arms, and I felt safe. When we finally separated, I think he assumed I was going to leave. But I didn’t. I undid his tie and his shirt and he was just sitting there. I told him he needed to help me because I’m not good at taking the lead with that sort of thing.”

Sam watched his wife dip her hand below the waistband of her pajama pants. He should have been thrilled to see her getting excited. This was the first time he’d seen Lidia spontaneously stimulate herself, but Sam’s arousal was joined by a discomfort that grew deep in his gut.

She continued, but her words now carried a desirous edge to them. “He definitely got the message and took the initiative.” Lidia smiled as she teased her finger along the moistening line between her legs. Sam was in awe, his usually reserved wife was masturbating in earnest. Lidia’s movements caused her right breast to slip free of the half-undone top, exposing her erect pink nipple.

Lidia spent months since May trying to convince herself that she was horrid, awful. But, as time went on, she couldn’t bring herself to look back at those memories as a mistake. Now, she found herself sharing the details with her husband who, fool that he was, didn’t seem to be catching on to the truth of the situation. While Lidia painted the scene for Sam, she luxuriated in indecency of her memories.

--

Arturo, the coworker in question, didn’t know what to think of Lidia when he met her. It didn’t need to be said that she was attractive, but she was also married and, according to the sales team, uptight. He stopped by her desk a few times because he really needed access to files she had. She became one of the few familiar faces in that office and she seemed nice to him. So, he continued to find reasons to stop by her desk.

There was never an expectation on Arturo’s part that anything would happen with Lidia, even with his playful flirtations, but she agreed to go for drinks with him. The two of them talked for hours and the conversation was organic and engaging. Eventually, Arturo mentioned which hotel he was staying at, and Lidia went silent. He worried that he made her uncomfortable, but when she spoke again, Lidia said she heard it was a nice hotel and would love to see it sometime.

Things moved naturally from that point. The city was warm that night. They walked side-by-side for the two blocks to his hotel, allowing their fingers to interlace as they went.

Then they were in the room and then they were kissing and then they stopped. She started taking off his shirt and tie. He let her make the choice. He wanted her badly but understood how much more she risked than him. When she asked him to take the initiative, it was like a dam burst. He pulled her onto his lap and kissed the nape of her neck and worked feverishly at the buttons of her top. Two broke off during these efforts, but she didn’t care.

Lidia was panting from the adrenaline. Her shirt was off and then her bra and her skirt. Her upper chest blushed as he swirled his fingers firmly against the front of her red panties. She’d hoped he would see them. He was intoxicated by her scent, and she could feel him getting bigger beneath his pants. Arturo grasped her breast and teased her nipple, and she cooed, delighted by his touch.

It was time to switch gears, and Lidia rose from his lap. She was wobbly-legged, and the front of her panties were damp with her fluids. Lidia bent and peeled off her wet underwear and knelt in front of him. She got to work on his belt. He admired her neatly kept patch of pubic hair as the belt buckle jangled metallically. They worked in tandem to remove his pants.

Arturo wasn’t sure what to expect, but Lidia wasn’t shy. It was the task she’d been fantasizing about, and she bent to it eagerly. He groaned with satisfaction as she ran her tongue along his sack and up the bottom of his erection. She allowed his large member to rest on her face while she licked the underside. This wasn’t how she acted, not typically. Sure, she gave her husband the occasional blowjob, but those were rare concessions to her spouse’s enjoyment. This was something she craved for herself.

The corners of her Lidia’s curled in a mischievous smile. She continued to taste the base of his erection. Arturo had never witnessed such an erotic scene. This married woman was now touching herself, the diamond ring on her left-hand winking in the light as she massaged her clitoris. She bathed his penis with her tongue while his precum smeared on her dark eyebrows.

Lidia hadn’t pumped her breastmilk since lunch and her tits hung, full and sore. When she finally took his dick in her mouth, she could tell she was leaking. Warm white drips of milk spilled from her nipples, wetting the tops of her legs. It had previously been one of her greatest worries, leaking like a cow in front a male colleague. But Arturo’s expressions of pleasure gave her confidence. She half-choked herself, taking him as deep as she could.

Arturo stared into her eyes as they became pink and teary. His dick felt unbelievable as it pressed into her throat. After a long moment where Lidia’s cheeks crimsoned and almost turned purple, she fully withdrew from him. Her face was sloppy as she bent to catch her breath. The drool dribbled from her mouth and comingled with the drops of milk on the floor beneath.

“Wow, that was crazy!” said Arturo.

“Yeah,” replied Lidia, wiping the spittle from her face.

“You want to have sex?”

“I shouldn’t, but I think I’m going to.”

 Arturo stood up and walked to his work laptop case and pulled a condom from a side pocket.

 “You hook up with so many girls at work you carry them in your laptop case?” joked Lidia.

“I put them in last night. There’s a coworker I like, and I didn’t want to take sex off the table by not being prepared.”

 She watched him unwrap the rubber and hold it to his penis.

 “Wait.” Lidia said. Arturo stopped.

“I won’t say I’m not disappointed, but it’s your choice. It’s pretty late in the game though.” said Arturo indicating towards his erection.

“No, we’re going to have sex.” She paused and gave him an embarrassed smile. “I’m going to sound like a slut but, I hate condoms.”

Arturo happily dropped the condom and approached her. They kissed and she grabbed his delightfully firm ass while his dick pressed against her abdomen. He lifted Lidia and sat her down on the desk next to the couch. Her round ass rested on the desk’s cold black surface. She butterflied her legs, explicitly inviting her new lover to have her completely. His hands rested on her smooth thighs which shuddered severely when he pushed into her.

--

Lidia told her husband every detail she could remember. Sam was no longer touching himself. He eventually caught on to the reality of her words but was too afraid to stop her. He feared what would happen if he confronted her about the adultery. Even though his wife’s confession was destroying him emotionally, he was more aroused than he’d ever been.

She continued with her story, “It felt so different. You know how quiet I am with you. When Ar -- he entered me, I orgasmed instantly and, even after, I kept screaming and moaning.” As Lidia progressed through the details, she became increasingly more demeaning towards Sam. “One of the things I remember most was how he sounded going in and out of me. He’s a lot bigger than you and honestly, I was a wet mess at that point. I looked down and his dick was covered in this white residue and I realized that it came from me. Probably because I came from him.” she giggled.

Sam was in shock. Not only had his wife’s infidelity come to light, but it was like something uncorked within her. Lidia never used the word dick, and she was reserved whenever discussing the specifics of sex. Sam’s worry was reaching a pitch. He loved Lidia and would forgive her nearly anything. He might even be willing to play the part of her fool and turn a blind eye to ongoing extramarital mischief. But embarrassingly, her betrayal wasn’t the prime issue. Lidia seemed freed, happy, like the memory of her indiscretion fulfilled her in ways Sam couldn't. He may have already lost her.

“The whole experience was kind of a paradigm shift for me. I didn’t have to hope he would last long enough. I didn’t need to rub myself and pretend to feel his small erection.” said Lidia. She still masturbated, her two middle fingers now deep inside. Sam couldn’t tell if she forgot he was there, or if her cruel words were because of him. “Right before I came a third time, his pace changed. He went long and slow and fucked me deep. I loved it. I could tell he was about to cum, and I should have made him pull out, but I didn’t want to.” Lidia knit her brow, and a severe aspect crossed her face. “I wasn’t -- even -- on the pill, but -- I wanted to feel it -- for -- his cum to f -- AHHH!!!!”

Lidia’s body shivered. She orgasmed hard on her fingers, crying out in an ecstasy she’d never shown to her husband. Sam watched his wife in confusion. Semen seeped through the cotton of his tented boxers.

The silence from earlier returned. Lidia laid still and calmed herself from the climax.

“Umm, we probably need to talk about some things.” said Sam. Lidia’s eyes blinked open. She looked at her husband in dull annoyance. “If nothing else, I have to admit I’m feeling a bit self-conscious.”

“I told you you couldn’t handle it, but now you’re ‘self-conscious’. Self-conscious about what? That there are men out there who are bigger than you, better looking than you? Smarter? Funnier? More charming? Or maybe it worries you that it wouldn’t be too hard for someone like me to find a man who’s all of those things.” said Lidia hotly. Sam nodded his head hoping the gesture would somehow placate her. “So, you have a choice. We can stay up and have a long talk about everything. Like what I can’t get from my husband, why I haven’t wanted sex for almost two months, and what I was doing this afternoon that made me so late for our anniversary dinner. Alternatively, you can appreciate the fantasy I helped you live out, and we can go to bed.”

Without a word, Sam reached for the lamp and turned out the light.