television flickered weird lights across the room and somebody sang about Pimlico being Balmere’s best racetrack.
“I did, Red,” she said. “I was on a break, and I thought about how you and I were in the booth of that restaurant out in the country, what was the name of it, where your supervisor Norman took us?”
“The Horse’s Head Inn?” I said, and I knew the whole story and held her closer.
“Remember when we just sat there and Norman was talking about the plant … and I just looked at you and I felt myself getting so excited and you put your foot up under the table and touched my thigh … Do you remember that, Red?”
She was starting to breathe heavier now, and I felt icy, filled with dread.
“Do you remember what you used to say about my thighs, Red? How they felt? How they were hard and soft at the same time? Do you think they’re still pretty, Red?”
She took my hand and put it under her dress, and I shut my eyes and felt like I was in the trash barrel, spinning down the street, smashing into the wheels of flashy cars. Billy Bramdowski in there with me, blood pouring from his eyes …
“Sure,” I said, “I remember that.”
“But am I still pretty, Red …?”
“You know you are, Wanda,” I said. “You know you are.”
She sat up next to me, then rubbed her hand on my cock, and I thought of Crystal as much as I could, thought of her bending over, and I began to get hard.
“You still like me, Red?”
“Yes, Wanda,” I said.
“Red, oh Red … is it going to be all right?”
“It
is
all right …”
“Red, take me upstairs. Right now.”
I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t stand to see her breasts sagging and the way her stomach looked.
“Wanda,” I said. “I feel …”
But she was gone now, rubbing me, moaning. “Red. Please … come on, baby … Red … “
I held my breath and thought of Crystal, and of Wanda in bed, her clothes off, wanting it to be romantic, and I said, “I want to make love to you right here, Wanda, right here …”
And I reached under her dress and put my finger on the inside of her pants and shut my eyes and thought of Crystal and kept thinking of her when Wanda unzipped my pants, and then we were sitting on the couch, and she was down on the floor in front of me, taking my cock in her mouth, and I felt embarrassed, I don’t know why, just embarrassed, like I was too old for this kind of shit with my wife, and my cock just wouldn’t get hard, and I brought her up to me, and she sat on my lap, and I thought of Crystal, and then finally it got hard enough to go inside of her, and she began to rock back and forth, holding on to me, and I could feel the tenderness in her and how much she really did love me. I could feel it, and I knew she had worked all day down there for me, and she smelled like fish, crabmeat, and it made me sick, but she had done it for me and Ace. This is your wife, Wanda, and you have to keep thinking of Crystal to keep it up and not Billy and his kid in the backyard, no, no way … And then she threw her head back and came and held her hands around my neck and put her head on my shoulder and said, “Red, you know I love you. We’ll get through this together. We will, thank you, Red.”
“Why are you thanking me?” I said, stroking her cheek.
“Because,” she said softly. “I know you didn’t want to do that. I just had to have it, that’s all.”
“I did too want to do it,” I said.
“You don’t have to lie. I know you didn’t want to. But it’s all right. Did you enjoy it just a little?”
“Hey,” I said. “I loved it. You know I’ve always loved it with you. Remember down the Magothy on the company picnics?”
She smiled then and looked younger, and for the first time I knew I had faked my way through.
“Red,” she said, climbing off of me. “Don’t hurt me, Red, okay?”
“How? What are you talking about?”
“You know, with those girls you and Dog run around with. Don’t let me catch
“I did, Red,” she said. “I was on a break, and I thought about how you and I were in the booth of that restaurant out in the country, what was the name of it, where your supervisor Norman took us?”
“The Horse’s Head Inn?” I said, and I knew the whole story and held her closer.
“Remember when we just sat there and Norman was talking about the plant … and I just looked at you and I felt myself getting so excited and you put your foot up under the table and touched my thigh … Do you remember that, Red?”
She was starting to breathe heavier now, and I felt icy, filled with dread.
“Do you remember what you used to say about my thighs, Red? How they felt? How they were hard and soft at the same time? Do you think they’re still pretty, Red?”
She took my hand and put it under her dress, and I shut my eyes and felt like I was in the trash barrel, spinning down the street, smashing into the wheels of flashy cars. Billy Bramdowski in there with me, blood pouring from his eyes …
“Sure,” I said, “I remember that.”
“But am I still pretty, Red …?”
“You know you are, Wanda,” I said. “You know you are.”
She sat up next to me, then rubbed her hand on my cock, and I thought of Crystal as much as I could, thought of her bending over, and I began to get hard.
“You still like me, Red?”
“Yes, Wanda,” I said.
“Red, oh Red … is it going to be all right?”
“It
is
all right …”
“Red, take me upstairs. Right now.”
I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t stand to see her breasts sagging and the way her stomach looked.
“Wanda,” I said. “I feel …”
But she was gone now, rubbing me, moaning. “Red. Please … come on, baby … Red … “
I held my breath and thought of Crystal, and of Wanda in bed, her clothes off, wanting it to be romantic, and I said, “I want to make love to you right here, Wanda, right here …”
And I reached under her dress and put my finger on the inside of her pants and shut my eyes and thought of Crystal and kept thinking of her when Wanda unzipped my pants, and then we were sitting on the couch, and she was down on the floor in front of me, taking my cock in her mouth, and I felt embarrassed, I don’t know why, just embarrassed, like I was too old for this kind of shit with my wife, and my cock just wouldn’t get hard, and I brought her up to me, and she sat on my lap, and I thought of Crystal, and then finally it got hard enough to go inside of her, and she began to rock back and forth, holding on to me, and I could feel the tenderness in her and how much she really did love me. I could feel it, and I knew she had worked all day down there for me, and she smelled like fish, crabmeat, and it made me sick, but she had done it for me and Ace. This is your wife, Wanda, and you have to keep thinking of Crystal to keep it up and not Billy and his kid in the backyard, no, no way … And then she threw her head back and came and held her hands around my neck and put her head on my shoulder and said, “Red, you know I love you. We’ll get through this together. We will, thank you, Red.”
“Why are you thanking me?” I said, stroking her cheek.
“Because,” she said softly. “I know you didn’t want to do that. I just had to have it, that’s all.”
“I did too want to do it,” I said.
“You don’t have to lie. I know you didn’t want to. But it’s all right. Did you enjoy it just a little?”
“Hey,” I said. “I loved it. You know I’ve always loved it with you. Remember down the Magothy on the company picnics?”
She smiled then and looked younger, and for the first time I knew I had faked my way through.
“Red,” she said, climbing off of me. “Don’t hurt me, Red, okay?”
“How? What are you talking about?”
“You know, with those girls you and Dog run around with. Don’t let me catch
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