Modern Love story. Chapter 10

A routine was established and it seemed to be working out for all concerned. On Friday nights Kelly would go out with Carl and would stay overnight at his place. I had got used to her weekly absence. I missed her, of course, but I could look forward to the Saturday morning when she returned, when our passion knew no bounds, especially on those occasions when she would leave Carl in his bed, drive home and immediately get into our bed with me. But there was a change to the established routine when they spent a couple of days in Paris!

Carl had to go there on business and asked her if she'd like to go with him. She asked me if I would have any objection. It meant flying out on the Friday morning and returning on the Saturday evening. In some ways it was not that much different to the normal routine, she just be away for a little bit longer, that's all. Since it was unlikely to happen on a regular basis I agreed.

On the Thursday evening I helped her pack her case. I was naturally interested to see what clothes, and especially what underwear she was taking. There was no doubt that Carl would be pleased with her wardrobe. She wanted an early night because Carl would be round early in the morning and she needed to get up at about six to get herself ready. We went to bed and we held each other in a close embrace. We made love but as was now the norm on Thursday nights, I refrained from ejaculating inside her.

The following morning I went off to work and Kelly went off to Paris. I experienced conflicting emotions. I knew that I'd miss her and yet I couldn't deny it turned me on. What was wrong with me? Why couldn't I be normal and enjoy Kelly's sexuality directly rather than vicariously?

In the evening I put on some porno but I couldn't get into it. Instead I watched some old comedy videos. I went to bed quite late, and I had a couple of drinks too, but I was still unable to get off to sleep for some time.

I woke up on the Saturday morning, happy that she would be coming home that day, but wishing that I didn't have to wait until that evening. I occupied myself doing odd jobs around the house, finally getting round to fixing the external lights but the hours really dragged.

Kelly and Carl returned from Paris at about eight. He came in carrying Kelly's case, said a quick hello, apologized for having to dash off and then left. She came in and gave me a long loving kiss.

"Have you missed me then, Ben?" she asked in that soft sensual tone I loved to hear.

"Yes, Kelly, I really have. It's strange when you think about it. In theory your being in Paris should have made next to no difference. You're not with me Friday nights anyway and if I have to work late I don't see you from the time I leave on Friday morning until the time you come home on Saturday. But I know where you are and I know I can contact you. But in Paris you were out of reach and because of that, you seemed to be away for much longer. And you know what they say about absence, don't you?" I knew she would be pleased to hear this but it was also true. I asked her if she'd missed me.

She was much more succinct. "Yes, Ben, of course I did." I didn't know if it was just as true, but I was certainly just as pleased to hear it.

I made a cup of tea and gave Kelly a bouquet of flowers I'd bought for her. She asked me what I had been doing with myself. I told her that contrary to what she might be thinking I had actually got round to doing some of the jobs that I had been putting off for ages. She smiled at me as she suggested she should get away on her own more often if that was the result.

She disappeared for a moment and returned carrying a gift-wrapped bottle of Remy Martin, which she gave to me. They say, 'it's the thought that counts', and it's true. It was the thought I most valued, not the expensive brandy. She had thought about me whilst she was in Paris and I was really happy.

Kelly said she would take a relaxing bath and suggested that we have an early night. We were tucked up in bed, her pert bare bum nestling in my lap, when I asked her about her weekend. She had enjoyed herself and the hotel was excellent.

Yesterday they had explored Paris, taking in the Notre Dame, the Arc de Triomphe and the Eiffel Tower. Last night they went to a cabaret and had eaten out afterwards in Montmartre. They had a late breakfast this morning, had strolled along the Champs Elysees and had then taken a taxi back to their hotel and thence to the airport. She told me that she would like to go back but that she would want it to be with me next time.

She was expecting me to then ask her about her sexual activities and she was pleasantly surprised when I told her I didn't want to know. But I did want to make love to her. She made herself more accessible and I entered her from behind. I guessed she'd be a bit tender, (she had said something about a late breakfast, a euphemism I presumed, meaning that they had been too busy shagging to notice the time) so I was gentle with her. In the event I came quite soon anyway, the inevitable result of two days celibacy! We were still joined when we went to sleep.

In the morning I woke up to see that Kelly was already awake and was staring at the ceiling. I kissed her and she started to cry.

"What's the matter, Kelly?"

"Oh, Ben!"

"Please tell me what's wrong."

"It's not right, Ben. What I'm doing with Carl. It's not right."

"What do you mean?"

"What do you think I mean, Ben? My affair with Carl of course. I think I should finish it."

"But why, Kelly?"

"Before all this began we were very happy and content with each other. We didn't need anybody else. But now there is Carl. And I feel like I'm cheating on you. I love you Ben, I really do. I don't love Carl, in fact I'm not sure I even like him that much, but there are times when he excites me so much that I would do anything he asked. And then I feel guilty about it when I come home to you. I want it to end before it goes any further."

Once again it was my cock, rather than my brain, that influenced my reply. She was still quietly weeping. I kissed her eyes and tasted her salty tears. My voice was very soft.

"Come on Kelly, there's no need to cry. How can you be cheating on me when I know you're with him? And why on earth should you feel guilty? I don't mind what you do as long as it is of your own free will. It would be different if you were being forced to do things that you didn't want to do. I admit I would prefer it if you didn't go away with him anymore, but that doesn't mean you can't stay with him on Friday nights. Look Kelly, a relationship based on love will always be stronger than one based on sex. And ours is based on love. By all means end the affair with him if that's what you wish, but do it for the right reason. Do it because you want to do it, because you've gone off him for example, and not because you think you ought to do it for my sake."

She didn't answer but at least she'd stopped crying. She turned round to kiss me and I felt her hand on my face. She again told me that she loved me. And then she told me something else. She said she wanted me in her mouth.