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Last week, we
met Joseph Hunter, a handsome young banker, and his beautiful wife, Valdy.
Happily married, Joe’s eyes occasionally stray… not to another woman, but to a
man. Rick Ailman, a contractor customer of Joe’s bank, sends him into a panic
whenever he’s around. Last week’s installment ended with Rick announcing that
he wasn’t interested in Valdy. He was interested in Rick. As this second
installment picks up, they are still on the golf course where Rick made this
astounding revelation.
*****
BIFURCATED MAN
“Joe, modesty aside, I’m something
of a cocksman, but occasionally I’ll spot a certain kind of a guy and my
interest kicks in. Right now, you’re that guy.”
Mental pictures of my curly-headed
lieutenant danced before my eyes. “Get over it.”
“Come on, are you telling me you’ve
never made it with another guy?”
“That’s none of your business,
Ailman, but I’ll answer you anyway. No, I haven’t. I’m happily married and in
love with my wife.”
“What’s that got to do with it? I’m
not suggesting we fall in love. But I want you, and just thought you ought to
know. If you’re going to tense up,” he added, easing the cart down the fairway as
the last putter strolled off the green, “then do it for the right reason.”
Rick had been two holes down on our
side bet, but after that
announcement, I literally felt his eyes on my butt whenever I addressed the
ball. I never slice but did an excellent imitation on four of the last six holes.
After we settled up on eighteen, I grabbed a quick beer in the clubhouse, it
would have been unseemly to refuse, but begged off the customary gin rummy game
in the card room and raced home.
Valdy and I usually made love; that
night we went at it like animals… with powerful images of Rick spurring me on. And
that set the norm… an invisible hunk joined us in bed, except he no longer directed
his attention to my wife… he offered it to me!
I tried to keep our relationship on
a business basis, but eventually I accepted Rick’s challenge at racquetball,
figuring it was a public, manly undertaking. Unfortunately, I forgot about the
shower in the locker room afterward. The guy was built like he was sculpted
from granite. According to my night visions, he was hung like the proverbial
horse, but in the flesh he looked little better equipped than I was.
Later at the bar, he stirred his
drink absently and gave me a smile. “I measure up okay?”
“What?” I struggled to keep the
alarm out of my voice.
“Hey, it’s natural. Checking out the
other guy in the locker room’s a time-honored tradition. By the way, you check
out A-okay.”
I’m sure I blushed. “Rick, will you
quit this homo bullshit!”
His calm gaze unnerved me. “Not
homo. Bi. Bisexual. Bifurcated…one limb with two branches. Every man alive has
some female traits, and I’m pretty good at picking up on those with more than
their share. You claim you’ve never been with a man, but I’m willing to bet
there have been a few who caught your interest. Deny it if you want, but you’re
intrigued. Next you’ll turn curious. Then you’ll be interested. And one day, we
can enjoy one another. In my candid opinion, that meeting will be cataclysmic.”
Like a certified idiot, I sat in
the bar and got so looped he insisted on driving me home. We were silent until
he pulled up to the house.
“Thanks,” I mumbled. “I’m not
really drunk, but I appreciate you hauling my ass home.”
“I’m going to claim a reward,” he
said. “I’m going to touch you, okay?”
He took my stunned silence as
acquiescence. His hand landed on my inner thigh and slid over to explore my
equipment.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he
whispered. “One of the handsomest, sexiest men I’ve ever seen. Golden blond. Great
green eyes, sorta cloudy. Not like green eyes usually are. Good build. A real
man. Your pheromones talk to my pheromones, Joe. They scream like crazy!”
I pushed his hand away roughly and
swallowed hard. My throat was so dry I couldn’t muster an objection.
“Thanks,” he said quietly, “I’ve ached
to do that from the first moment I saw you. I gotta confess, I go crazy imagining
you with your wife.”
My temper finally flared. “You
leave Valdy out of this!” Was the guy
psychic? However ephemeral, had he shared our intimacies?
“I intend to, Joe. This is just between
you and me. I don’t want anyone else in the bed.”
“Fuck you, Ailman!” I snapped,
opening the car door and bailing out, dead sober now.
“You’re beginning to get the idea!”
he laughed, driving off and leaving me standing on the sidewalk with my mouth
gaping.
Valdy became the most sexually
sated woman in New Mexico New
York
I avoided Rick for a few days, but
on Friday we both ended up at the same reception at the country club.
“How are you holding up, Joe?”
“Ailman, you’re the only person
alive who calls me Joe.”
“I know,” he replied with aplomb. “And
Valdy? I hear she’s back in New York
“Thanks,” I said, grateful that he
moved on.
I left as early as I decently
could, which was a mistake. Unwilling to return to our big, empty, abode house,
I drove around aimlessly, but when I passed the gay cruise section of East
Central Avenue for the third time and caught the eye of a cute teen hustler, I
came became frightened I fled home to a darkened house. Lord was I bifurcated, just like he said?
I held out until almost midnight Sunday. Before I quite knew
what I was doing, I dialed the phone and prayed he wouldn’t answer.
“Hello?” came the smoky voice.
“R-Rick?”
“Joe? Joe, is that you?”
In some dark corner of my mind I recognized
I had kicked over the traces to something I could not control. I was right the
first time… Rick Ailman was dangerous! My voice box paralyzed with fear,
I hung up, hands shaking violently.
I could have simply refused to
answer the chimes, but I was standing in the foyer dressed only in my robe when
he rang. I opened the door and backed away.
“Joe!” he breathed, crushing me in
an embrace.
All resistance collapsed. I wanted to be in those strong arms. I yearned
for that full, sensual mouth. I needed his hard body against me. I kissed a man
for the first time and was rattled to the core. He laid me on the plush burgundy
carpet and opened my robe.
*****
Well
there you have it. Is it a one-time thing, or will the two of them find a way
to keep the fires burning? Does Joe have the stamina to satisfy both Rick and
Valdy? Use your imagination to finish this any way you wish.
Abaddon’s Locusts,
the
fifth in the BJ Vinson mystery series, came
out last month. The book received several positive reviews. I hope you’ll
consider buying a copy. If you do, please post a review of the book on Amazon.
Each one helps… as do letters to the publisher.
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