When Susan brought his name up to me almost a decade later, saying he was one of my employees and a new volunteer for one the charities she was involved with, I didn’t recognize his name. Miss Davis had to look him up for me in the company directory. I stopped by his office later that week to say thanks for volunteering his time to the charity and for helping maintain our company’s partnership with the community. I still didn’t remember who he was.
It wasn’t until our company picnic that I remembered. Jason had come over to briefly speak with Susan while we were filling squirt guns for the annual interdepartmental water fight. He basically said hello, made some small talk and left. It was after the water fight was over that he caught my attention. He and another large man (large round, not tall) were talking with one of our first year interns. I didn’t remember her name. At first she seemed to be enjoying the casual flirting, but as Jason started moving closer and touching her arms she seemed to be a bit nervous.
I asked Miss Davis who the intern was, and armed with her name I made my way through the crowd to where the trio was standing.
I will say this. Jason Smith was a good looking guy. The rumor was that he had done some fitness modeling to help work his way through college. I didn’t doubt that the rumor was true, he definitely looked the part. Stop thinking about me like that, I don’t swing that way. Jesus, you’re just like my father.
“Hello, Jason. Nice to see you. Who is your friend?” I asked pointing to the man standing next to him.
“Hello, Mr. Stephens. This is my friend Big Mike. I mean Mike Thomas.”
“Nice to meet you Mike, I hope you enjoyed the picnic. Say Molly, if now is a good time, we can go speak with my wife about that children’s literacy group you were asking me about earlier.”
“Now is a perfect time, Mr. Stephens. Lead the way. See you around guys. It was nice meeting you both.”
I am pretty sure the dynamic duo was fuming as we walked away, but we didn’t stop to check. Once we were out of sight, just on the other side of the carnival tent, I stopped and held out my hand.
“David Stephens, Miss Stuart. It is very nice to meet you.”
“Please Mr. Stephens, it’s Molly and believe me the pleasure is mine. Thanks for that.”
“No problem, Molly. Do you have a way home?”
“Yes, sir, I do. But if it’s not too much trouble I think I would like to speak to your wife about that literacy program. I know that volunteering is big on the list of company priorities.”
“Well, I am sure she is around here somewhere.”
Molly and Susan chatted for the rest of the afternoon while I said my goodbyes. On the drive home, Susan seemed to be a little annoyed.
“Molly is a very nice woman, but a little young for you don’t you think?”
“Well, you know me, always looking to keep things fresh.” She didn’t laugh.
“Anyway I was just getting her out of an uncomfortable situation. Speaking of which, do you work closely with Jason Smith at any of your charities?”
“I run into him from time to time, but we don’t really work together that often. Why do you ask?”
“I just get a bad feeling about the guy, Suze. Nothing specific.”
“Oh, David, that is a bit too much paranoia don’t you think?”
“Probably.”
It seemed as though she wanted to say something more. I honestly have no idea what she would have actually said. But I did wonder, looking back, if that was the moment that our marriage was doomed. Did she want to ask me a question? Did she need reassurance? I love my life, but I sometimes wish she would have told me whatever was on her mind. But she let it drop, so I’ll never really know.
***
Susan and I had an above average sex life. We made love on our first date for goodness sakes. During the first six months of our courtship we rarely went a single day without giving each other pleasure. We christened every room in her apartment and mine and nearly every piece of furniture we owned. Our coupling was passionate and fun, but I always thought Susan was holding something back. Not that I was concerned. Sex with Susan was always fantastic, but was just this side of calm.
She was noisy but not talkative, creative but not wild, naughty but never dirty. It was more than enough for me but I knew there was more and it was pretty clear so did she.
Our lovemaking on our wedding night was slow and gentle. Champagne while in the bubble bath, rose petals on the bed with long tender kisses, staring at each other as we rocked back and forth together and caressed every part of each other until we climaxed together.
But, it was a new woman that greeted me on the first day of our honeymoon. It was like the ring on her finger released all her inhibitions.
Our early morning flight to Las Vegas was relatively short, but we were still in celebration mode, so we had a few drinks on the plane. Susan was constantly touching me, kissing me, rubbing her body against me. On the plane, waiting for our luggage, in the cab, checking into our room, and especially in the elevator.
And she was constantly whispering things to me.
“I love you so much, David. You make me so horny.”
“Are you going to pleasure me, David? Is that what you are thinking about?”
“My pussy is dripping wet, David. I have never wanted anything as much as I want you.”
“You can do anything you want, David. I’ll never say no to you.”
“I am going to fuck you so hard, honey. I need you to pound me, show me that I am yours.”
“I am going to be your personal whore, David. I’ll be a lady in public. No one will know. But behind closed doors I am going to be a nasty slut. I hope you don’t mind.”
Our plan was to check into the hotel and hit the pool. A day of nothing more than rest and relaxation. So that is what we did. She came out of the bathroom, ready to hit the pool in her new swim cover and off we went.
Susan was never going to be confused for a runway model but to me she was perfect. She was beautiful but most people described her as cute. Cute hair, cute eyes, cute face. She was much shorter than me, somewhere between 5’5″ and 5’7″ depending on the height of her heels. In some areas she was almost tiny, especially her hands and feet. They were so small compared to mine. But where it mattered most she was voluptuous. Her ‘D’ cup breasts looked massive on her small frame. They defied gravity. When she was aroused her nipples hardened to just about the size of the tip of my pinkie finger. And that ass! Wow! Round and tight with dimples on the small of her back. Perfect. She would never have been considered fat and she was very healthy and active, but at the same time she was soft and sensual. Absolutely perfect.