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8
Harper waited in the small Manhattan bagel shop, sipping a coffee. She stood next to the counter that was situated along the shop-front windows and glanced periodically through the glass to see if he was coming. It had been a slow process, but Harper wanted to avoid mistakes, she wanted to get it right.
It was always going to be Mathias. It just took Harper a while to accept that reality. She wasn’t sure how to break it to Kyle and, after thinking through her options, she decided not to tell him. Harper could let him know what she was doing and when she did it, but, if she was supposed to be in control, she could keep private, who she was doing it with. But all of those considerations were Harper getting ahead of herself. It was over five months since she’d been in contact with Mathias. He could have found someone else in the interim. He could have gotten married for all she knew. It was ironic that his marital status might have an effect on her plans.
The bagel shop was already her second attempt at trying to feel out the Mathias situation. The first time Harper reached out, she was too indirect. She texted him, asking if he could meet for drinks sometime because she needed career advice. The two of them met, and Harper did have some real questions for him — a recruiter had reached out to her and she wasn’t sure if the opportunity was even worth considering. Mathias took what she said at face value and didn’t convey any flirtatious behavior. Harper wondered if maybe he was seeing someone but didn’t ask. Her uncertainty led her to act in a more platonic fashion than she planned.
On the whole, their meeting didn’t go poorly, Mathias was his usual charming self and Harper slipped into her typical outspoken nature which seemed to amuse him. The two of them talked for quite a while and the only disappointment for Harper was how decorously they both acted. For a week after the meeting, Harper tortured herself with regret, feeling like a coward for not broaching the obvious subject. After long consideration, Harper knew the only thing keeping her from moving forward was pride. When she got up the nerve to message him again, she invented no context, she just wanted to see him.
They agreed on a casual date. Harper could buy the coffee, and Mathias would get the bagels. They chose a spot convenient for him, a couple blocks from where he worked — a couple of blocks from where Kyle worked. Harper got there a few minutes early, feeling nervous and trying to calm down. The caffeine probably didn’t help. Mathias strode in punctually and bought some bagels and met her at the counter she’d staked out. Harper invited the man, she knew why she invited him, but she didn’t know how to start the conversation.
“Thanks for inviting me out. It’s good to see you again.” said Mathias, easily breaking the ice for her.
“Yeah, we didn’t really catch up the last time we met.” said Harper.
“I didn’t want to assume anything and not be on the same page.”
“Well, kind of the same for me. I didn’t want to assume, and I sort of chickened out.”
They chatted, the two of them quickly losing track of time. Harper felt relaxed and happy and could feel herself blush when Mathias smiled at her. He told her that he’d wished she reached out sooner but was glad she reached out at all. He pressed her hand. Lost in the moment, Harper was confused when she saw a familiar face through the adjacent window.
“Harper!” said a young woman on the other side of the glass enthusiastically.
It was Stella, one of Harper and Kyle’s good friends from college, one of Harper’s bridesmaids. Stella entered the bagel shop.
“Hi, Stella.” said Harper, moving out of intimate proximity with Mathias.
Stella noticed the tall attractive man standing next to Harper and, her brain tried to piece together what affiliation her friend would have with him.
“Oh yeah, Stella, this is Mathias, he’s my — colleague.” Harper’s voice was unsure.
“Nice to meet you, Stella.” said Mathias, confidently shaking her hand.
Harper stood defenseless as Mathias talked to her friend. Two parts of her world which were supposed to stay very separate had collided and Harper was waiting for the other shoe to drop.
“Unfortunately Harp, I’m running late and need to get going.” said Stella. Was it possible that Harper would escape the uncomfortable situation? “But we need to get together soon. We haven’t really hung out since before your wedding.” Stella unintentionally dropped a bomb as she left the shop.
Shit.
Mathias kept it together as he said, “Why don’t we take a walk?”
The two of them silently left the restaurant and walked side-by-side down the bustling Manhattan street. The din of the city offered them its own type of privacy. Harper was out of her depth. She spent her entire life following the rules — sometimes to an annoying degree and her own detriment. But, because that had been who she’d been as long as she could remember, Harper was wholly unaccustomed to a situation where she was so baldly in the wrong.
“I’m guessing it’s Kyle and it happened before we met.” started Mathias, quickly putting the pieces together in his head.
“Y-yeah,” admitted Harper. Her face was flushed from embarrassment.
“Was it some weird joke the two of you were playing that I was too dumb to pick up on? Do you do this a lot?”
“No, we — You weren’t the butt of any joke. I’m sorry I lied. Yes, Kyle has a kink, and I thought I would tease him when I met you. But I was attracted to you and Kyle wasn’t stopping me. I warned him in Germany, and he still didn’t stop me. And I wanted it. And I got so confused.”
Harper started crying and, as strange as everything was, Mathias couldn’t help but comfort her, hugging Harper close as she calmed down a bit.
“I think I understand most of it, but where does us meeting today fit into everything.” said Mathias.
“Maybe the best way to put it is that Kyle and my relationship has evolved and I’m acting on that.” It was hard for Harper to admit. The likelihood of anything happening with Mathias again seemed impossibly remote. She was merely telling him because it felt cruel to keep any more secrets.
“You have what, an open marriage?”
“Well, he doesn’t!” Something about the incredulity with which Harper said it made Mathias laugh. “Yeah, but I guess I do, essentially.”
The pair walked in silence a bit longer. Mathias wasn’t angry, he just needed the time to mull over the significant bit of information which was dropped in his lap.
“I could imagine ignoring the whole confusing start of this, but there would still be a major problem.” said Mathias.
“What?” said Harper.
“When we slept together in Germany, it was because I was attracted to you. But I met with you today because I like you.”
“I think it’s good that you like me. That’s why I met with you.”
Harper was playing dumb. Not with Mathias, but with herself. They were both smart enough to grasp the problem, but she was so pleased to have her feelings reciprocated that she ignored it.
That Friday, Kyle was working to a usual late hour. By quarter to seven it was obvious he wouldn’t get home until after dinner and he wondered what to do about food. He went to the lobby and purchased a yogurt and banana and a coffee from the little store. He was hoping for a sandwich, but the available varieties looked suspect. When he exited the elevator back on his floor, he saw someone leaned over Joan’s desk talking to her. Whoever the woman was, she looked incredible from behind. Remembering himself, Kyle averted his eyes from the stranger’s butt. He wasn’t one to ogle women, but he had been sexually frustrated as of late.
Digging deeper into Kyle’s fantasies, Harper had found that her husband got off on her teasing and denial. Several days earlier, she took her pants off and had him go down on her. Kyle assumed they would have sex and stripped naked as he ate out his wife. But, after climaxing, she stood and pulled on her pants and told him to ger ready for dinner. She’d been playing with those little frustrations and coupling them with offers to relieve him.
A few nights prior, Harper offered to give him a hand job if he gave her a back rub. Kyle was so desperate he jumped at the opportunity. She did give him the hand job, but not that evening. Instead, Harper waited until he was about to leave for work the next day. She rubbed him out in the kitchen while Kyle tried to steal a glance down her nightshirt. He made a mess on the cabinets and his work pants, and Harper was sure to tell him to clean it up before he left.
As Kyle walked to his desk, he was stopped when he heard a familiar laugh. He turned and looked once more at the woman with the distracting posterior and realized it was Harper.
“I should go so I don’t make us late.” said Harper to Joan.
“You two have fun.” answered Joan.
Kyle watched Harper cross the bullpen. She was dressed in an elegant evening dress. It was a silver off-the-shoulder style which she accompanied with a black faux fur shawl. She wasn’t looking for Kyle. Mathias met her at the door to his office dressed sharp, even for him. He wore a snug fitted dark gray suit with a pink dress shirt beneath and matching pocket square. He took Harper’s arm in his and the pair walked to the elevator without ever glancing Kyle’s way. Kyle must have done a poor job hiding his feelings as he watched the two of them leave.
“I bet it’s weird having your roommate dating your boss.” said Joan noticing her coworker’s state.
“Yeah, I didn’t know.” said Kyle absently. He was overtaken with confusion.
“Well, you had to know they were hooking up in Germany.”
“Mm-Hmm”
“Crap, I’m sorry. Do you like her?”
Kyle looked at Joan with a pitiable expression on his face.
“Shit, I’m sorry.” said Joan. “Look, they’re just going to a show, and maybe I ‘m just making a bunch of assumptions. I get bored sitting at this desk all day.”
Joan was trying to be generous and they both knew it. Kyle went back to his desk. When he sat down, he opened his text thread with Harper and thought a long time about what he should say. If he was a self-respecting person, he would have called her or stopped her before she reached the elevator or never would have been in this position in the first place, but he wasn’t a self-respecting person:
K- !
An exclamation point was all he could manage. He waited urgently for her reply:
H- You saw us. We’ll catch up tomorrow.
H- <3
She sat in Mathias’ car and texted Kyle back. As uncomfortable as the disclosure of her marital status was, she was glad to not have that secret hanging over her head any longer. They valeted at a garage near the theater and did a pretty good job timing the outing, so they didn’t have to wait in line outside the theater for very long. After her run-in with Stella, Harper was worried that a similar situation might occur, but not so worried that she’d avoid going on a very public date with her husband’s boss.
Mathias made his intentions very clear when they had their long walk and conversation. He wanted to see her, but he didn’t have any special respect for her marriage. If she wanted to see him, it would have to be on his terms, he wouldn’t sneak around or pretend they were only professional acquaintances. She agreed to his request, giving it less thought than she ought to have, and Mathias invited her out for Friday. The two of them were seated in one of the few private boxes in the theater and Harper teased Mathias about what a tremendous waste of money the tickets must have been.
“It’s no big deal. I’ll just expense it.” he joked.
“Interesting. I’ve never been with a guy who’s been to prison.” said Harper.
The show was an enjoyable spectacle, but both Harper and Mathias spent most of it looking at each other. She playfully “fixed” her bra several times, attempting to maximize her visible cleavage, and each time Mathias would shake his head and laugh and, inevitably, take a peek. They held hands, and Harper rested her head on his shoulder and, like the first night they were together, she gently rubbed her foot along the along the side of his leg.
“Do you want me to get us drinks?” said Mathias as intermission began.
“I could go for dinner.” said Harper. The show was great, but she’d seen it before.
“Yeah, we could go out somewhere or –“
“Eat in.” they both had the same thought.
Mathias’ place was nice, too nice. A high-rise uptown location with a large patio and view of the park. The whole building was modern with floor-to-ceiling windows.
“Hello, Fernanda.” said Mathias as he and Harper entered his home.
“Hello Mr. Sewell. The food is out and ready.”
Mathias anticipated that he and Harper might make an early night of it and made sure they’d have dinner ready. Fernanda came into the large entranceway to greet him. She was a short, robust older woman who looked sharp in her white chef’s coat.
“Thank you, Fernanda.” said Mathias noticing the chef’s appraisal of his date. “Oh, this is my friend Harper. Harper, Fernanda.”
The three of them exchanged quick pleasantries as Fernanda made herself ready to leave. The older woman’s eyes told that she thought more of Mathias and Harper’s pairing than what was said. Harper tried to avoid eye contact until the woman left.
“You have a private chef?” said Harper in a hushed voice after Fernanda was out the door.
“Not quite. I have a friend with a private chef. Sometimes Fernanda is available for extra work.” said Mathias. “I doubt she likes me enough to work for me full time, but she’s an incredible cook.”
They dined on the patio which overlooked the park and the twinkling city behind. The clamor of the street below was far enough away that it diffused into a relaxed murmur. The large patio included a lawn on about half of it and a fireplace next to where they dined. The food was incredible. Fernanda had prepared seven varieties of tapas, and, as hungry as Harper was, she overfilled her plate and wound up only eating a small fraction. They chitchatted while munching on croquettes and salad, and the firelight danced and flickered over them and set an undeniable mood.
“This is really romantic.” said Harper, sipping her wine and looking at Mathias and the view behind him.
“It’s meant to be.” said Mathias placing his hand hers. “I know I already said it, but it bears repeating. You look beautiful tonight.”
“You don’t look so bad yourself.” Harper was never great at accepting compliments and made her typical inelegant reply.
Things were becoming heavy rather fast, and Harper stood and explored the patio, asking if the grass was real as she slipped off her heels and tested it with her bare feet. It had been simple, easy even, the first time she and Mathias were together, and she had no problem enjoying her dalliance with Shane. But now there existed a different context with Mathias. For lack of a better euphemism, they weren’t in Germany anymore. That change of context was, admittedly, exciting for Harper, but it also made her scared. She felt like she was changing.
Mathias came up behind her and encircled her with his big warm arms. She closed her eyes and leaned back into his embrace and, in spite of her fear, knew that this was what she wanted. Harper turned to face him, and he leaned down and kissed her. The kiss wasn’t charged with lusting passion, but was, instead, tender and sentimental. It took Harper aback and she rested her forehead on his chest for a moment as he continued to hold her. She considered what to do and decided sex was the best path forward. The romance of everything was making it all too complicated. Sex would simplify things. She took a step back from him and reached behind herself and unclasped and unzipped the back of her dress. The shimmering gown tumbled from her body into a soft pile about her feet.
Harper wore only a small pair of lacy underwear and an adhesive bra. In the dim, flickering light of the fire, in the open air of his patio, in front of anyone who might look, she was offering herself to him. He stepped forward and held her and kissed her with passion, and her fears dissolved into the heat of the moment.
She found that the grass was real as she and Mathias rolled around on the soft, well-manicured lawn 150 feet above street level. Mathias cradled her face and kissed her red lips while Harper focused on unfastening the buttons of his shirt. He had such a beautiful body, and it had been so long since she last saw it. When the shirt was open Harper leaned in and kissed him along his strong hairy chest and down to his stomach. She raked her fingers over his body and caught hold of his belt and undid it. Mathias watched the woman while she moved down his body, her naked back arched and her butt stuck out as she bent low and hastily worked at removing his clothes.
When his pants were down to his hips, he took over their removal. Harper sat up and went about removing her adhesive bra. She didn’t typically use that type of brassier but the woman at the store convinced her it would make her bust look good in the new dress and she wasn’t wrong. Harper was a little overeager and pulled off the bra too quickly. The sticky material pulled harshly against the sensitive skin of her breasts. Her discomfort showed on her face and a sympathetic Mathias took her in his arms once the garment was off. He gave her a roguish smile and bent his head and kissed her on the right breast. It was a small, gentle kiss as though he was helping to heal a child’s booboo. He looked up at her and inclined his head, asking if his ‘remedy’ had helped. In show of her approval, Harper cupped her breasts in her hands and held them up to his waiting lips.
He started by kissing the tops of her upheld breasts in tender mimicry of the first remedying peck. Harper cooed favorably and Mathias kept going. He took her breasts in his hands and kissed and sucked and tasted her nipples as they hardened on his tongue. Harper’s hands raked through his hair while he refamiliarized himself with her body. As he slipped lower and lower on her, and she buzzed with animal desire and admired the well-developed muscles of his shoulders and back.
He pulled off her dainty underwear and bent and kissed and licked her moistening vagina, brazenly inhaling her womanly scent. Harper moaned and laid back on the soft grass and stared out at the city. She quivered euphorically in consequence of Mathias’ tongue. Across the way and a floor up, far enough away that Harper and Mathias’ deeds remained unnoticed, Harper could see a woman working in her kitchen, probably cooking dinner for her husband, the man who leaned on a counter near her. The two of them were chatting. They seemed happy. Mathias’ tongue rounded Harper’s clitoris and her body commenced a begging shudder which preceded her orgasm.
“MHAAHHH!” Harper bit her lip and moaned, and her legs spasmed and then contracted — the fine muscles of her thighs and hips becoming pronounced as they tightened around Mathias’ head.”
He gave her a minute to complete her rapture and then unyoked her stiff legs from around his neck. He was on his knees, and she laid beneath him on the grassy bed — naked and perfect and wearing a coy smile. She reached up and tugged his dark gray boxer briefs down.
“You’re going to get us both arrested.” said Mathias.
He stood and walked to a side table and picked up the remote control for the fireplace, killing the flames and giving them a, still imperfect, but darker privacy. While he moved, Harper watched the substantial cock that hung between his legs with visible interest. He returned to her on their small green Eden. Harper reclined back, her arms above her head. The low-paling light that remained gave her skin a luminous, almost silver appearance. There was a purity of nature to her that made Mathias feel a sense of guilt over what he was about to do. Not because she was a married woman, but because her beauty and earnestness and passion made her unique among any woman he had known. But the misgiving he had was overcome by her choosing. Her dark, wanting eyes tempted him forward and he met her on their bed of grass.
She took his face in her hands and kissed his lips and then bent to find his member. Harper adoringly kissed and spit and suckled upon his large cock, remembering its familiar taste and smell as it grew to its full indelible form. She straitened herself to meet him. They were each on their side and facing one another, just inches apart. Harper was panting from adrenaline. They kissed once more, but now with unfettered intensity. Mathias took her by the hip and pulled her close. She lifted her leg and let it rest on his him and he teased his erection along the excited entrance of her vagina.
Harper caressed his muscular midsection with torrid interest and moved her hands lower and held his cock and positioned it between her parted legs. Neither of them forgot the rules which Harper established months earlier — about a one-time affair and their fastidious use of protection — but they each understood those rules were being discarded. They were established to maintain the dignity of her secret marriage. Mathias wouldn’t pretend he respected that marriage, and Harper was done pretending she was a good wife who was doing these things to please her husband.
Her leg shuddered in unrestrained pleasure as he parted the lips of her vagina with the great head of his cock. He pressed into her gradually, and Harper moaned and kissed him and urged him to drive deeper inside. She no longer held any fear or reservation when it came to sex with this man, be it from his physical endowment or from its life altering circumstance. His naked erection was hot inside of her. He moved his hips in an oscillating pattern and Harper began to verbalize her pleasure, making a sound which was somewhere between a squeak and a moan every time Mathias reached the apex of his motion.
They each felt a degree of physical connection which was uncharted in their lives. Harper’s arms were hooked about Mathias’ shoulders, and her breathing mounted in ferocity as his pace escalated. He gripped her left butt cheek firmly with one hand and used that purchase to roll her atop him and lever her up and down upon his dick. Harper’s breasts swung and rebounded in time with their frenzied lovemaking, tracing antic patterns in the air as she allowed Mathias to direct her every move. In her reverie, she looked over her lover’s body with a plain, shameless interest — the way the sweat shown on his arms and how the muscles of his abdomen flexed to drive himself into her.
In expectation of her forthcoming climax, Harper’s body grew warm. The previous times she had extramarital sex, her mind became a confusion of dreadful thoughts, both hating herself for what she was doing and raging at Kyle for pushing her to that point. But this time, she was at peace. She regretted no part of what she was doing and wasn’t thinking about Kyle at all. Her heart raced in her chest, and she flourished the sway of her hips as her body electrified with arousal.
Mathias was riveted by the moment, the jounce of Harper’s breasts and her libertine cries of rhapsody. His breathing roughened, becoming rumbling and guttural, and his brow knit and he grasped the intoxicating woman’s hips firmly so he could press into her with savage passion. She could see the turn in his gaze as his arousal transformed into ceaseless want, and under that insatiable stare, her body exploded in ecstasy.
“Fuck I — AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!” screamed Harper.
Her body spasmed in glorious rapture, but, even in the throes of her climax, she could feel the powerful form of Mathias below her as he tightened and slipped towards his end.
“MMMMMM!!!!” he groaned from deep in his core.
He held her shuddering body fast to his and jarred his hips upwards with brutal necessity. His unyielding cock throbbed deep inside her and gushed a hot torrent of jism. Harper relished the moment and adoringly kissed his face while she felt the warm jet of semen pooling within her.
Back at home, Kyle was a nervous, helpless wreck. He did nothing but pace the house and check his phone and peer out the front window, waiting for Harper to return. He was like a miserable neglected dog whose attention alerted at each passing car, and was then disappointed to find that none of those headlights were his master returning. He waited in vain. By 5:30 Kyle was passed out on the couch, more exhausted by the anxious unknown than the missed night’s sleep.