Orson Steps Out

He was in the kitchen when his cell rang. It was Lizbeth. “Hello, Beth.”

“What time are you coming over?”

“I thought I told you on Thursday that I can’t come over this Saturday. Alice and I are expecting our daughters Ann and Meghan for dinner. It’s Ann’s birthday.”

“Yes, you did mention to me that we couldn’t see each other today because it’s your daughter’s birthday but Orson, I can’t go two days without seeing you.”

“It’s hard for me not to see you for a couple of days too.”

“Can’t you come over before they get there?”

“I suppose I could but–“

“What time are you expecting them?”

“Around 7:30.”

“It’s 4 now. You can come over and leave at 6:30. It wouldn’t take you a whole half-hour for you to get back to your house, would it?”

“No, but–“

“Good. I’ll see you at four-thirty.”


“I’ll be waiting for you, Orson.” She laughed and then hung up.

He slipped his phone in the pocket of his trousers after pressing the End button. I must be out of my mind, he thought, as he grabbed the car keys from the kitchen table. Alice was in the bedroom putting away the laundry and looked up when he walked in. “I have to run out,” he said.

“Oh. Will you be gone long?”

“I’ll be back before the girls get here.”


“Would you like me to pick up anything?”

She thought for a moment. “A bottle of Ariel Cabernet Sauvignon would be nice. It will go very well with the steaks.”

“All right. I’ll be right back.” He kissed her on the cheek and left. To be sure that he didn’t forget the wine, he stopped off at the liquor store before heading to Lizbeth’s flat.

She was waiting for him as she said she would. When she opened the door, she grabbed his arm and pulled him inside. The door barely shut after him before she reached up and pulled his head down. He put his arms around her waist and held her close against him as he responded to her feverish kisses.

The frenzied exchange of kisses lasted for several minutes before she pulled back. “Let’s go to my room,” she suggested breathlessly.

After quickly removing his shoes, he followed her and when they got there, she removed the dressing-gown she was wearing and tossed it on the chair. He swallowed hard when he saw that she was completely naked. Heart pounding, he frantically removed his clothes and when he too was naked, he pulled her roughly against him, making her gasp and his mouth hungrily sought hers.

He broke off the kiss, breathing harshly to scoop her up and take her over to the bed. He dropped her on top and grabbing her hands, he pinned them above her head while he ravaged her mouth before leaving it to press his against her neck, eliciting a moan. Her hands were free when he dragged his mouth down her heaving bosom to close his lips over each nipple. Her fingers gripped his hair as he drove her wild with desire.

He pressed his lips down her stomach and parting her legs, he buried his flushed face between them, making her writhe and make loud noises. She convulsed violently against him. He raised his head and his eyes met her dazed ones before he moved between her legs. He slammed his hips forward, thrusting himself inside her and she cried out, her hands clutching his arms. The lovemaking was intense and when it was over, he collapsed on top of her, spent. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him on his damp forehead. “I love you,” she murmured huskily.

“I love you too.” He lay there for a while longer and then, he rolled off her and sat up.

She rolled on to her side and reaching out, she caressed him on his back. “I wish you didn’t have to go,” she said.

“I wish I didn’t have to as well.” Reluctantly, he stood up and got dressed.

She climbed out of the bed and stood backing the window. “Will I see you tomorrow?”

“Of course.” He leaned over and kissed her on the lips before he turned and walked out of the room.

After he was gone, Lizbeth went over to the chair where her dressing gown was and pulled it on. She went back over to the window and looked out. The flat always felt empty when he was gone. She leaned against the frame and wrapped her arms around her.

Their current situation was becoming increasingly harder for her. She hated sharing him with his wife and their daughters. Falling in love with a married man had the be the most foolish thing she could have ever done but when they met, the attraction was immediate and she couldn’t get him out of her head.

Was it selfish of her to want him to leave his wife for her? He said he loved her enough to do that. Should she ask him to?

Source: Liquor

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