As they left the ice rink area, Owen pulled himself up next to her, delighting in the excitement that seemed to flow from her.
'What does Bob… your husband… what does he do for a living?' Owen asked, thinking that it would be a little better if he made sure that he and Tina remained just friends. He didn't want her to get the idea that he would fuck her. Even though he was certain he could get a lot of pleasure out of it, he had never been able to handle more than one girl at a time. He would go from one to another… sometimes rather quickly, but he would never have more than one girl at a time. Things could get out of hand then. And having an affair would be harder than having two girl friends. A wife can get pretty mad…
What are you thinking about Owen, he thought. You can't even be considering fucking this woman. Just forget it. You're not in college any more. You have a wife and a job and a home…
'Something tells me that you weren't listening to me,' Tina's voice broke in on his thoughts. 'That's not very nice, asking me about my husband and then drifting off like that.'
'Uuuuuummm? Oooooohhh… I'm sorry,' Owen said, remembering that he was talking to her, and not trying to work out his whole life around her. 'I was thinking of… of a personal matter.'
'That's all right,' Tina said. 'Like I was saying, Bob is a computer programmer with several banks in Buffalo. If I may be allowed a little wifely pride, his services are in great demand.'
And as she said that, she broke up into peals of laughter. It had been unintentional humor, but the pun fit. At all the gatherings of the group, most of the wives wanted Bob's 'services', and would sometimes fight to get them.
'What's so funny?' Owen asked, feeling a little left out.
'Ooohhh… I was just thinking of a personal matter,' she said teasingly, evasively.
'Your personal life is that funny?'
'It can be… sometimes.'
They reached her car and Owen opened her door for her. Larry was sitting in the back, reading a comic book.
'Hi, coach,' the young boy said.
'How's it going, Larry?' Owen said, both glad and a little unhappy that Larry was around. He would have liked to spend a little more time with Tina, but having Larry around sort of took that decision away from him. It was probably for the better, since he knew he could get into a lot of trouble with Tina. He wasn't sure but that she might still be coming on to him, in her own way, and he would like to have explored that possibility. Well… there was plenty of time to get to know her better.
'You and Rita will give us a call soon?' Tina asked as she climbed into her car.
'You bet,' he said, just a little too quickly. Damn, he might still be attracting women, but he was losing the touch once he had them. He was being just a little too obviously anxious, and he remembered a lesson he had learned long ago… Never tip your hand too early. That was what he was doing now, and as he watched Tina drive away, he felt like a little school boy talking to a girl for the first time.
And then, again, he remembered that he was married…
His mind was becoming confused with several conflicting thoughts. If he were still single, he would probably have made a pass at Tina. The more he thought about what had happened, the more he was convinced that he had done just that. He had made a pass at her, though it had been a very mild and clumsy pass. And he hadn't wanted to do that anyway.
'Jesus,' he said out loud as it suddenly dawned on him that it was colder than a witch's tit. Skating around the rink had made him work up one hell of a sweat, and that sweat was making him feel chilled now.
He hurried across the lot to his own car, feeling a little better, now that he was out of the wind, and remembering that he was hungry. Rita had better have quite a meal ready for him. He felt as though he could eat a horse.
Rita stared at the clock, wishing that Owen would come home soon. She had been walking around the neighborhood, trying to think of the words she would use to tell him that he was failing to satisfy her. She had run through dozens of conversations in her mind, but none of them had turned out the way she had wanted. She had a fair idea when he would be coming home, and as that time approached, she could feel herself getting anxious and nervous. She really had no idea what Owen would do when she told him. Nothing like this had ever happened to her and she was pretty certain that a man like Owen would take it pretty hard. He might not even believe her. After all, he had been one of the most popular men in college, and she knew he had pleased a lot of women. His pride was at stake, and he was liable to lash out at her.
That's silly, she thought to herself. Owen loves me. There's no reason why he shouldn't know about his failure. There was nothing wrong with him. He's just under a lot of pressure, that's all. He was all right in the beginning. There's no reason to think he can't be all right again.
Her heart skipped a beat and her breath quickened as she heard his car pull into the driveway. She stood up from her easy chair and faced the doorway, desperately trying to calm herself down. If she acted a little funny, he might suspect something right off. That would put him on the defensive, and the last thing she wanted him to think was that she was attacking him in any way, shape or form. She wanted to be calm and rational about the whole thing. That was the best way to handle it, she decided.
She met him at the door as it opened, giving him a big hug and a kiss as soon as he was inside. This took him by surprise, though he was quick to recover. They embraced for a long time, until finally Owen pushed her away just enough so he could close the door.
'Well… I'd say you missed me while I was gone,' he said in a chipper voice. During his ride home, once he was away from Tina, he could feel only happiness that he had made a new friend in the neighborhood.
'Of course I missed you,' Rita said, bringing in her training as a cheerleader. She took her husband's hands and held them away from his body, smiling as though she didn't have a care in the world.
'What's for dinner honey?' he asked, dropping her hands and getting out of his coat. 'I really worked up an appetite with those kids. By the way, I met one of our neighbors… Tina Reed. She says she and her husband would like to have us over to their house sometime soon.'
Rita smiled. 'That's nice. Uh… before we have dinner, though, there's something I'd like to talk to you about.'
'Can't it wait until after dinner,' Owen said in a tired voice. 'I'm kind of hungry, and I think better on a full stomach.'
As Owen walked away from her to get a little cleaned up for eating, Rita sighed to keep her courage up. He was acting like he were back in college, where nothing was very important.
'I'd rather not wait until after dinner,' she said, her concern coming through in the tone of her voice. 'I've been thinking about this all day, and I want to get it over with.'
Even now, Owen didn't appear to be taking her very seriously. He came out of the bathroom drying his hands on a towel. 'Okay, honey,' he said in a chipper voice. 'I'm all ears.'
'This is no laughing matter,' Rita said, turning away from him. She couldn't look at him, and she still didn't know where to begin. Owen wasn't making this any easier on her either.
The silence behind her told her that Owen was waiting for her to say something. She took a deep breath and spun around.
'You don't satisfy me in bed,' she said quickly, getting the words out before she had a chance to change her mind.
Owen looked at her, his hands still running through the towel. His face carried no expression, and Rita didn't know what he was thinking. She looked at him wonderingly, as though he was supposed to be saying something.
'Is that all?' he said, blandly.
'Isn't that enough?'
'Well… suppose you tell me what your problem is,' he said, letting Rita know he hadn't understood what she meant.
'It's not my problem… it's yours.'
'Mine?' he said, raising his voice and smiling as though she were pulling a joke on him. 'You're crazy.'
'No I'm not,' she snapped at him. 'You haven't made me cum since we've come back from our honeymoon.'
