Once a week, Daily Intel takes a peek behind doors left slightly ajar. This week, the Married Westchester Mom Who Hates Her Husband, Screws Her Former Colleagues: Female, business executive, 30, Westchester, straight, married.
7:15 a.m.: Wake up to Baby crying; let Horrible Husband sleep (in his separate bedroom) out of guilt for upcoming overnight trip into the city and what I’m about to do.
10:00 a.m.: HH wakes up and we fight, which means less guilt for me. My friends and even my family have all said I need to leave HH. He’s an asshole to everyone, me most of all. I’m going to do it, but Baby and I need a little financial security first.
2:00 p.m.: E-mail Former Colleague (FC) my role-playing idea: He’ll accidentally run into me at the hotel and say he’s checking in for a nap. I’ll say that I’m killing time waiting for my sister to get off work and would love to take a shower and change. He’ll offer to share his room and then …
9:30 p.m.: Baby finally sleeping and HH wants to fuck me. I say I’m tired but really just want to be extra tight for FC. HH can fuck his secretary or a stripper or one of the girls he meets at “networking” events like he did when I was pregnant. We actually have somewhat of an agreement, not an open marriage, but more of a “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” policy we’ve discussed on two separate occasions.
11:50 p.m.: Can’t sleep; planning what to wear for FC. He likes the idea of my DD bras, but my breasts pop so much more nicely out of single D.
2:00 p.m.: On my way, thinking sexy thoughts about FC. He’s eight years older but somehow he still has the sex drive of a 19-year-old. We messed around a few times when working together, but I stopped him short of sex. After years of occasional e-mails, we met for lunch six months ago and ended up having very sweet afternoon sex. He was so nervous. I’ve tried to feel bad about his wife, but I met her years ago and really disliked her. On my most recent overnight a month ago, the sex was amazing, unreal (his role-playing idea was doing my performance review where there have been complaints about my distractingly sexy outfits), and I’m craving it.
3:00 p.m.: Arrive in Manhattan, go directly to hotel FC has chosen because it’s right around the corner from his office. Sit in lobby with view of door and pretend to read.
3:15 p.m.: Where is FC?!? He said to meet here between 3 and 3:30, and it’s not like him to delay gratification.
3:28 p.m.: There’s been some sort of mix-up or he’s playing some game. I call his cell, he answers and says he thought we were meeting later and will be there in two minutes. He’s not the forgetful type so this seems like a game to me, and I don’t like it.
3:30 p.m.: I’ve moved to a more discreet area of the lobby and watch FC check ,in. He sees me and motions with his head for me to come with him to the elevator. I roll my eyes. This is not the plan, and I say so. He says he was going to play my game and then says flatly, “Haven’t seen you in years, what have you been up to?” I’m not really enjoying this.
3:40 p.m.: I sit on a bench and take off my boots and stockings in front of him. He presents his cock for my mouth before I can even get out of the boots. I look up to watch him enjoy it while simultaneously slipping out of my tights.
3:45 p.m.: We talk the whole time we’re having sex. During missionary, I say I want him to come in my mouth (I’ve never tasted his before), but he says he’s going to come inside me. He does but then pulls out to put the last drops in my mouth. Sweet.
4:00 p.m.: Sex again, lying on my stomach with him holding my breasts and whispering in my ear that I’m his good girl (he knows I want to hear this). I say he owns me and he’s my master (I know he wants to hear this). I orgasm very hard and so does he.
4:30 p.m.: He begins fingering me with his legs wrapped around my waist so I can’t move. We both get turned on and we talk about handcuffs while he enters me. I say we should use his tie. Instead, staying inside me, he takes off a pillowcase, rolls it up, and ties my hands. Who thinks of this?? It’s either scarily experienced or impressively creative. Or both. Another pillowcase becomes a blindfold and causes me to orgasm intensely. The sheets are drenched.
5:00 p.m.: My sister calls. I tell him that she and I will just stay in his room unless he objects. He sees no problem. We kiss, and he says I should thank him for the room. I refuse for some reason (maybe because he didn’t carry my bag?).
5:47 p.m.: Ex-Boss calls and is down for drinks. We decide on a very corporate type bar near his midtown office. I jump up and down like a schoolgirl after we hang up. I’ve had a puppy-love crush forever. He’s always been married with two kids, very responsible.
7:30 p.m.: Wishing Sister was not here so I could more fully hit on Ex-Boss. Help arrives in the form of her friend, who distracts her and allows me the full attention of Ex-Boss.
8:30 p.m.: Ex-Boss pays tab, Sister and friend leave. He and I decide to stay for one more drink. We talk about how responsible he is, and I begin asking if he ever gets to be happy.
9:30 p.m.: I’ve dragged Ex-Boss to my hotel and taken off my clothes. He’s impressed with my body, and I’m shocked that he’s not leaving. We’re both very drunk, and the room is spinning; we can’t even have sex, but we roll around naked for a while trying. I feel super dizzy, but I sit on his lap and tell him I’m in love with him. To my huge surprise, he says he’s been in love with me this whole time, too. We kiss passionately.
10 p.m.: Sister has been calling nonstop, and Ex-Boss convinces me that I have to meet her or we’ll be caught. I also have to attend this party, which was my original excuse for sleeping in Manhattan.
12:00 a.m.: Sister and her friend want to leave party but I drunkenly think I’m having fun so I stay.
2:38 a.m.: I’m banging on the hotel door and calling incessantly, but Sister is passed out. I can’t get the front desk to let me in because the room is in FC’s name. Luckily, I’m with a couple I know from school who were at the party (I’d convinced them we would post-party in the room) and decide to crash at their place. In Brooklyn.
4:00 a.m.: Drinking absinthe with the couple, who are both bisexual, in their apartment. They’re both hitting on me, and I’m not feeling it but don’t really have a choice so I make out a little.
9:00 a.m.: Wake up in Brooklyn wearing only panties. Feel thankful I’m even wearing those and call a car to get back to my hotel.
9:30 a.m.: Sister answers hotel-room door, and I’m just settling into bed when she drops a bomb: She ordered breakfast from room service, and the name on the bill was FC’s. I have no answer but mumble something lamely about the room being under his name. I don’t give a reason, and she’s kind enough not to pry.
11:00 a.m.: I’m showered and dressed but feel lousy. I notice a text on my phone from unknown 917 number at 7:55 saying, “Good morning.”
12:00 p.m.: At ABP with Sister when same unknown 917 number calls, and I answer. It’s Ex-Boss. He’s concerned about me but has no regrets. I don’t, either, except I’m feeling bad that he knows FC but would never guess that we fucked like mad the day before. He asks me to stop by his office before I leave the city. I chicken out and don’t but call to say I keep thinking about kissing him.
9:00 p.m.: Snuggling with Baby and thinking of Ex-Boss. I wonder if Baby and I will move once I save the money to get us away from HH.
9:00 a.m.: Can’t stop thinking about Ex-Boss, how kind, considerate, and perfect he is. He’s also sixteen years older than I am … by far the oldest guy I’ve been involved with. I worry that he’ll think I like him for his money.
10:30 a.m.: E-mail Ex-Boss funny story from theonion.com. He replies immediately, and we go back and forth about how nice our time together was.
3:00 p.m.: Ex-Boss calls and says he hasn’t been able to sleep for worrying about me. He says he’s also concerned that this thing between us can’t be contained, and he’s struggling not to get carried away. I want to be swept away but tell him that I’m strong and can resist.
10:15 p.m.: HH wants sex, but I refuse because he’s been such a jerk all day and my pussy still hurts.
7:00 a.m.: Up with Baby, Ex-Boss on my mind. I don’t have work so I doubt there will be contact. I think about how Baby would love Ex-Boss, but I’m trying to stop thinking of such irrelevant things!
12:15 p.m.: Obsessively checking e-mail. I feel like a loser, like Ex-Boss doesn’t care, but then I really think he does and I’m just being insecure.
7:45 p.m.: Shopping for new outfits and lingerie I think Ex-Boss would like, very girly and slightly more conservative than FC prefers.
9:00 p.m.: Checking Facebook. Ex-Boss doesn’t have a profile (no shock) and neither does his wife. I’m feeling very heartbroken but decide to touch myself to older men/younger women porn. I think about sitting on Ex-Boss’s lap and jacking him off while I touch myself. I orgasm twice before going to sleep.
9:00 a.m.: Happy to be back in the office because Ex-Boss has more access to me here.
9:25 a.m.: Check private e-mail set up for FC and see that he’s written. “You miss it though, don’t you?” I find him arrogant and yet appealing.
11:45 a.m.: Feeling insanely horny, even though I’m still sore. Begin IM’ing with work friend, who is happy to exchange work-safe innuendos with me.
5:28 p.m.: I’ve got to leave the office to pick up Baby, but I’m miserable that Ex-Boss made no contact. What do I even want from him? I decide I would like to meet one weekend a month, but I know this is going to be trouble.
8:30 a.m.: Baby is miraculously still sleeping so I tiptoe into HH’s room and have sex with him. I can’t do it when he wants it, but I also can’t stand the constant pressure to do it when I refuse all the time. Afterward, I go back to my room.
2:20 p.m.: HH agrees to take Baby on errands so that I can get some work done. As soon as I have the house to myself, I switch to my private computer and look at porn. Orgasm before I want to while watching a blow job.
2:55 p.m.: Try to do some work but go back to the private computer to masturbate more. Orgasm again and decide to take a nap.
4:00 p.m.: Wake up still wet and decide to take advantage and touch myself again, thinking of Ex-Boss at first and then ending with Former Colleague. I have to speed through my orgasm and rush to the bathroom to wash my hands when I hear HH and Baby come home.
TOTALS: four acts of intercourse, seven orgasms, two make-out sessions, four masturbation sessions (three while watching porn), one refusal of sex.