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Nervous
Date: 1/30/2016, Categories: Cuckold, Author: Adamgunn, Rating: 11, Source: LushStories
you," I softly say into his ear. I feel a rush of warmth as my bosom meets his chest, wonder that soon, hopefully, we'll be this way without the hindrance of clothing. I find I want to be bold, I'm impatient now that I'm in the lair. As the cliche goes, I want it bad. I move in, and while the men are shaking hands, I scan the environs. We're in a foyer, off-white and sterile. Lou says, "Go on up," and I traipse up the half flight of stairs, I bet Lou's watching my ass. I lead into the living area, beige carpet, grey traditional sofa, matching armchair, large flat-screen. The end tables and a couple of bookcases are inexpensive dark painted wood. There's a couple of awards on the shelves, some contemporary art on the walls, pictures of two young men, probably his sons. In the dusky light outside, I spy a patio, woods. "Welcome," Lou says, "can I get you guys a drink?" "Do you have wine?" I ask. "Sure. White or red?" "White, if it's open." "It will be soon." Kevin requests a beer. While Lou goes into the kitchen, I talk to him through the breakfast bar window. "Have you been here long?" "Just a couple of months, I moved here right after we agreed to divorce. It's not final, yet, but everything's decided. We're just waiting for the lawyers to do their slight of hand. I guess you can tell, huh? I needed some furniture, don't know how long I'm going to be here, decided not to spend a fortune." "It could use some color," I remark. "A woman's touch, 'eh? Something that's sadly ... lacking." I accept my wine, our fingers linger, he gazes intently into my eyes. "If you don't mind my asking," I query, "why did you divorce?" "It was a long time coming. We stayed together for the kids, until finally the guys told us we were so unhappy that we should just split up. I'm trying to do right by her, she's staying in the house, it shouldn't be too bad on the finances. We both had a couple of affairs in the last few years, but that wasn't what caused the problems, they were just a symptom. We just don't much like each other anymore." "I'm sorry." He came back into the living room, Kevin and I sat on the sofa, Lou took the easy chair. "Thanks. How long have you two been together?" I let Kevin take this one, try to make him feel a part of the group. "It'll be thirty next year." "I don't believe it," Lou remarks, staring at my body. "What did you do, get married in high school?" I know the compliment is a sham, but I feel enlivened by it nonetheless. I can tell Lou is interested in me, in what I've got for him, and the feeling is shared. "Any kids?" "Two," Kevin goes on, "A girl who's married to a lawyer in Louisville, a son that's got a job in tech on the west coast. You?" "Two boys, Jake's at Ohio State, Jim's a senior in high school." The conversation continues, Lou is a logistics manager at a hospital, he likes golf and tennis, is thinking about joining a gym. "That's a good place to meet girls," I prod. "I'm nowhere close to being in a place where I could be fair to ...