Never Too Late to Play: The Profile 7

Chapter 7

“Happy birthday, honey,” Stephen said as he carried her a mug of coffee into the bedroom.

“Ugh, don’t remind me.” She wanted to crawl back under the covers and go back to yesterday—or last year, or maybe ten years ago. “Can I still say that I’m in my early fifties at 55?”

“You don’t have to say anything. You’re gorgeous, no matter what age you are.”

“Says you.” She took the coffee from him and sipped. She loved that aroma, enjoying the bitterness on her tongue, sweetened just a touch by the oat milk creamer.

“Not just me.” The way Stephen was smiling was very suspicious.

“What did you do?”

“Check your phone.”

It had been a few weeks since he’d sent her that guy, AJ. She’d actually laughed out loud when she saw the photos. He was a pretty boy, that was for sure, but not one that she could actually take seriously. Stephen hadn’t sent her any others since then, and she was starting to worry that she’d spooked her husband.

She should have known there was little chance of that.

There were five new messages on her phone, in Kik. Only one was from “the husband.”

COLE: Hello, Julianna, this is Cole from Debauch. Happy birthday! Your husband gave me your contact info: nice to make your acquaintance. I enjoyed your very thorough profile and find your relationship exciting and refreshing. You’re absolutely stunning. I would love the opportunity to chat sometime and possibly get to know you better. Maybe we even grab a drink or a coffee when you’re in town. I’m in Chicago, but travel frequently for work, and would love to meet up, city of your choice. I’ve included a couple photos so you can see who’s messaging you. Hope you like what you see, and I really hope that your birthday is a special one!

She scrolled down to find a couple photos of this guy, Cole, and she did, indeed, like what she saw. He wasn’t as cocky as the last one that Stephen had sent, and he kept his shirt on—not that she minded shirtless men. He was probably in his late forties or early fifties, judging from the gray at his temples and his fit body. 

In one photo, he was leaning on the railing of a boat, wearing a pair of sunglasses and a golf shirt. A glittering marina stretched off in the distance behind him. She could practically hear the sea gulls and smell the salt of the water. The other was a tighter shot of Cole, taken somewhere indoors. The sunglasses were off, and his warm brown eyes smiled back at her.

“He’s handsome,” she said, her heart beating a little faster.

Stephen scooted closer, running a hand along her body. “Write him back. Tell him, not me.”

Julianna glanced at her husband like he’d just told her that he wanted her to strip on the corner of Times Square.

“What?”

“Write him back.” Stephen was all smiles. “There’s no harm. You don’t have to think of him as real. He doesn’t know you, and if you don’t like him, just block him.”

“Okay.” She said, although she wasn’t sure about any of this. She picked up the phone, hesitated one last moment, and typed a reply.

ANA: Hello, Cole. Thanks for the birthday wishes, and thanks for the compliments. You’re pretty stunning yourself.

She didn’t know what else to say. This felt super awkward. She showed Stephen, who nodded, and before she lost her nerve and deleted it, she hit send, her heart in her throat.

To her shock, his response came back almost instantly.

COLE: I don’t think I’ve ever been called stunning. How’s your birthday been so far?

Julianna looked at her husband, who was reading over her shoulder, and said to him, “It’s pretty pretty unexpected.”

“Keep reading,” he said. “I’m just going to…” And with that, he sank beneath the sheets, kissing along her body.

ANA: You know, I’ve never had a birthday like this one.

Just as she hit send, Stephen pulled her pajama bottoms down and opened up her legs. She felt the soft hairs of his goatee on her thighs as she scrolled on to the next message.

OLIVER: Hey there. Hubby gave me your contact info. Happy Birthday

This one had no photo, and the shortness after Cole’s response was striking. Still, she wasn’t one to just ignore the gesture, so she wrote back a shorter response:

ANA: Hello, Oliver. Thanks for taking the time to wish me a Happy Birthday. Enjoy your weekend.

Oliver didn’t write back immediately. She moved on.

JOHN: Hey. Happy Birthday. I’m John.

That one was followed by a dick pic. Julianna laughed out loud. Okay, so maybe they all didn’t need responses.

The other happy birthday well wishes were something between Oliver’s and Cole’s. She responded to them, some wrote back, but it became harder to keep the conversations straight—especially as Stephen started to run his tongue along her slit.

ANA: Thanks, I enjoy working out and definitely try my best to stay in shape. I think it would be nice to chat and get to know you. Enjoy your weekend. 

ANA: You really think I’m turning 45?

ANA: I may be traveling to your area in the next few months. Let’s keep in touch.

“Uhhh…” She groaned, the phone sliding from her grasp. She shut her eyes as her husband teased her clit with his tongue and pressed a finger against her g-spot. She saw stars. She also saw the smiles of all these new men—men who were real, men who wanted her, men who she could actually have if she wanted to.

Her phone kept buzzing as more and more messages came in. Her body shuddered with each vibration.

“Oh, Stephen…”

He lifted her thighs onto his shoulders, and she imagined it was Cole or Mason or Chris doing the same, lost in a hotel room far from home. 

“Uh! Uh!”

She wanted that.

“Ohh, yesss…”

She knew that she was going to have it.

Stephen pressed a second finger into her, timing his tongue with his rapid jabs. He worked her with his whole head, the familiar practice that came after so many years of knowing exactly what she liked.

Those other men wouldn’t know that, and she couldn’t wait to feel the difference. How would a man with a clean shaven face like Cole eat her out? How would Chris’s hands feel as they ran up her body? Would they be smoother than her husband’s callused fingers? She even thought of John and his dick pic, wondering how different that would feel inside of her—

“Uhhn! I’m… I’m… ahhh!”

She crested. Stephen didn’t relent, knowing how to wring every last ounce of pleasure from her.

“Uhhhnn!”

Her body convulsed with pleasure. She shut her eyes, thinking of the men, the others, their strange touches, all of their illicit promise. She ran her hands over Stephen’s smooth scalp, pulling him against her, squeezing her thighs around his head so hard she wanted to break him.

He pulled back, gasping for air, his familiar face bright red from exertion. Her phone continued to buzz in the background as their eyes met. He cracked a smile first, and hers followed right away. It felt good to do this with someone. With her husband.

She picked up the phone as Stephen wiped his face on his pillow. 

COLE: I will actually be in San Diego that same week. I’d definitely be willing to drive up and meet you for a drink. I’ll research places.

She blinked at the message, revisiting the back-and-forth she’d shared with the man. Apparently she’d told him about her LA trip and had offered to meet him. She didn’t remember any of that specifically, carried away by Stephen’s tongue and her wild imagination.

“This is your fault,” she said, but she couldn’t help but laugh. She thumbed through some of the other messages. More had arrived since she’d checked, and most came with a few hot profile pics, a smorgasbord of attractive possibility.

“What’s my fault?”

“Apparently I may be meeting one of these guys next month.”

“Really?!” His surprise filled her with joy.

“I guess I got caught up in it all.” Another message came in.

MASON: Happy Birthday, beautiful. My name is Mason, and I found your profile on Debauch. Your husband—a great guy, by the way—was kind enough to send me your info. Guess I passed the first test, and I sure as hell am not going to fail the next. Write back or not, no pressure, but you’re one special lady. Hope you’re having a great day.

Mason, apparently, was an attractive black man wearing a sharp, tailored suit and a bright smile. Something moved inside of her at the thought of him.

“Yummy,” she said to herself, then blushed when she realized that she’d said it aloud. “You picked quite the range.”

Stephen peered at her phone and grinned. “Well, after my initial failure, I figured it best to just flood the field. Someone would stick.”

Julianna laughed.

ANA: Hey, Mason. Thanks so much for the happy birthday and the photo. So far, you’re doing just fine.

“You’re like a different person when you’re on there,” Stephen said.

She flushed and darkened her phone. “Yeah, I know. I feel more at ease.”

“But it’s still you, right? You’re not… you’re not just doing this for me?”

“No. Oh no. Not anymore.” She reached out and drew him in for a kiss. “Not entirely, anyway. Can a thing be both for you, for me, and for us?”

“I think we’re experiencing some of that right now.”

Julianna pushed him onto his back. “And if I do meet up with Cole, will you really be okay with it?”

“I really will be.” He slid into her easily, and he was so thick and hard. “So it’s Cole who’ll be your first?”

Julianna laughed, and when she did, her pussy squeezed around his shaft. They shivered together. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. I’m not even sure I want to meet him, and even if I do, it’s just a drink.”

“It can be more…”

If anything, he actually seemed to harden even more.

“It can be. And if it does, I’ll make sure you know.” She set her hands on his shoulders, rolling her hips.

“I had a good feeling about him,” Stephen said. It was a funny reminder that all of those men who’d sent her messages had gone through her husband first. She wasn’t sure how she felt about that. “He seems pretty well-off, smart, and he absolutely loved your photos.”

Julianna ground into him as she thought about all those same men seeing photos of her in lingerie. She’d approved all of them, but it had been so abstract then. Now, they’ve seen her—and she may meet them.

“But let’s take things one step at a time,” she said, trying to slow herself down as much as she was her husband’s racing mind.

“One step at a time,” Stephen repeated. “Yes. But just so we’re clear where we’re walking…”

Julianna bent over her husband, pressing her tits into his chest as she rested her forehead against his. Their eyes locked. She moved to kiss him, then drew back before their lips met. “To one of those men taking me to bed.”

“Uh God,” Stephen groaned, his cock popping off inside of her.

She exhaled with a smile, kissing him softly as he filled her with his heat. She wasn’t with some other, imaginary man this time. She was feeling her man come with her, enter her, be a part of her. And it was wonderful.

“Thank you for my birthday present,” she whispered, snuggling over him, listening to his racing heart and heavy breathing.

“You liked it?”

“I did. More than I would have thought.”

“You’re so sexy, Julianna. I love you so much, and I want you to experience… well, everything.”

“You know I don’t need everything. Just you.” She kissed him, already hearing his incoming protest. She headed it off before it arrived. She scooped up her phone again. Three new messages from three new men had come in. “But honestly? This is pretty exhilarating. I’m 55-years-old now, and all these guys really want me?”

“They really do, and that’s just from your photos. They’re going to go crazy when they actually get to know you.”

“You’re crazy.” She opened up the messaging app, snuggling closer to him. “But it’s okay. I think I’m a little crazy, too.”

“So you think you’ll meet Cole?”

When she breathed in through her nose, she felt her chest flutter. “Yes.” Her heart sang. “Just a drink, right?”

She didn’t hear the answer to her rhetorical question, however. She was too busy staring at the second new message on her phone.

It was from Anthony.

“What’s this, Stephen?” she asked, her voice much calmer than the fluttering, frenetic beating against her chest that his name elicited.

He looked back at her, awash with an odd mixture of guilt and eagerness. Weakly, he smiled and said, “Surprise?”

Thank you all for reading this slow burn. Next up is the novella that I've been essentially writing toward this whole time, called "Layovers". Next week being Thanksgiving week here in the US, I may or may not get them up then. We shall see how my writing goes.