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The Very Close Call

Lee was one of my many high school boyfriends…you know, the ones I used as a facade, so that no one would catch on that I was having a very inappropriate, very mature relationship with a man twice my age.

We started seeing each other when I was fourteen and he was fifteen.  It was puppy love (from his perspective) and we were together every day.  His home-life was not the best and I think he enjoyed being around my family as much as he did me.  And don’t get me wrong…we did have our share of escapades.  Although he was older, I out-experienced him, but we learned a lot together.  In fact, with him I learned how to give head upside down, with my head hanging off the bed.  Not bad for a freshman.

We were on-again, off-again all through high school.  In college, we had a steamy affair (neither of us married, but both of us were seeing other people).  By that time, he had gained more experience and the sex was amazing.  I recall one tryst.  HE was living with his older brother.  It was mid-afternoon and his brother was scheduled to work until 7:00, but he came home early.  Lee and I had been at it for hours.  I was a sweaty mess.  My long dark hair was stuck to the sweat on my face.  I was wearing nothing but a t-shirt as I was perched on his cock, grinding my body into his.  We were listening to Whitesnake (yes, it was the early 90’s) and I was consumed with lust.  I noticed his brother walk in.  Our eyes met and I didn’t shy away.  I didn’t stop fucking Lee.  I lifted the sweaty t-shirt from my body and took it off as I maintained eye contact with his brother.  I used the shirt to wipe the sweat from my face and smiled devilishly at his brother, as I threw it in a heap of our clothes on the floor.  Lee then noticed and dismissed him from the room.  We finished soon after and that was the last time we were together until 2005.

We ran into each other at a Chamber of Commerce breakfast.  Both of us were networking our businesses.  We had lunch a few times. The chemistry, the connection was still there.  Our first “reunion” was at a local biking trail.  Lee is an avid cyclist and we rode our bikes to a secluded spot and picked up where we left off 14 years earlier.  We fucked outside, in broad daylight, as if we were the only people around.  I wondered if the other cyclists could hear us, but neither of us cared.

That was just the beginning.

We embarked on a journey of lust and debauchery that lasted an additional 8 years.  We couldn’t get enough of each other.  We went through phases.  We would see each other often and then we would be apart for several months.  It was the ebb and flow of our dynamic.  It worked for us.

One spring day in 2012, we reconnected.  I woke up that morning, hungry for Lee.  No one else would do.   Especially not the man I was married to at the time.  He was consumed with addictions and spent his days gambling and drinking, as he plowed through our life savings.  Our relationship was over, but neither of us had the initiative to start divorce proceedings.  All of that aside…on that day, all I wanted was Lee.

The hubs had two doctor’s appointments back to back.  He worked very hard at being unemployed, so it was rare that he was out of the house for any length of time.  I welcomed the break and knew how I wanted to spend the four hours he would be gone.  With Lee.  I called him and told him the situation.  He cleared his schedule and headed over to my house.

He parked in front of a house a few doors down.  It was for sale on the market and always had different cars out front, so it wouldn’t bring attention from any of the neighbors.  He walked through my front door at 1:00 and immediately afterwards, the doorbell rang.

My heart sank.  OH SHIT!!!!  Who is out there????

I opened the door, and there was a young man standing there from TruGreen (a landscaping service) looking to sell me a lawn maintenance plan.

“Good afternoon, ma’am.  I am Chris from TruGreen.  I was trying to catch up to your husband before he came in, but looks like he got in here before me.  Do you guys have a few minutes to talk about your lawn?”

OH SHIT!!!  My husband?  Oh…he thinks Lee is my husband.  Okay.  I can handle this.  But what if he comes back by and my actual husband answers the door?  So I reacted quickly and said, “Oh no.  That’s not my husband.  He’s a co-worker and we are late for a conference call.  Can you come back another time?”

Chris bought the story and excused himself to return at later time.  Soon afterwards my legs were behind my head as Lee fucked me relentlessly. About an hour into it, we almost lost track of time and finished our afternoon delight in a frenzied state of climax that made me shake all over.

We cleaned up, got dressed, fixed the bed, and as I was walking him to the door, I heard the garage door open.  HUBS WAS HOME!!!! Over two hours early.

Lee went into stealth mode, slipped out the front door and got to his car in record time, just as hubs was coming in from the garage.  Seems the last doctor’s appointment was rescheduled for another time.

We pulled it off.  Barely.

Later that evening, the doorbell rang.  Guess who was back?  Chris.  The eager-beaver salesman from TruGreen.  Hubs and I both arrived at the door at the same time.  Chris was all smiles.

“Hey there again.  Sorry for intruding on your conference call earlier.  Is now a better time?  Is this your husband? he chuckled.

I could have DIED!  I kept my composure and said, “This is my husband! I am glad you came back!  Come in.  Let’s talk about that plan.”

My husband didn’t even catch on.  He was too inebriated to notice anything.  And I felt like I’d dodged yet another bullet.

From that day forward, Lee and opted to see each other in neutral places.

And Chris sold me a great plan.  My lawn was perfect that Spring.

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