Page 28 of Indulgence
“It’s going to be fine, Mom,” Emma reassured me with a hug. I swished her not-so-little body a bit harder than usual. “We’ve been doing this for years. You’ll see us in two weeks.”
It didn’t matter that we’d been sending them off to this camp for three years, I was saying my good-byes to my babies. My heart was sad. It already missed them, and they hadn’t even left my sight yet.
The first year they went to Oakville Sleepaway Camp it was for the four-week program. The second, they begged us to stay for six weeks. And then a few months ago, the dreaded request for increased camp time hit us. They wanted to stay the full eight weeks.
All the campers started at the same time, but they left in staggered groups, and Emma whined that they missed so much when they left early.
So, we agreed to the whole summer. They were twelve, going on thirteen, but at the same time, they were still four to me.
Jackson came up and wrapped his arm around my shoulders. As if I wasn’t feeling they were slipping through my fingers as it was, my son had to come stand next to me, reminding me that he was an inch taller than my five-two. “She’s right, Mom. The first parents’ weekend is just around the coroner.”
Two weeks wasn’t “just around the corner,” but I refused to be “that” mom who was a mess at drop-off. The last thing I wanted was to embarrass the kids. Taking a breath, I sucked it up and smiled.
“I know. I’m just going to miss you, that’s all.”
Jackson kissed my cheek. “We’ll miss you too, Mom. But we’ll be fine and having fun. That means that you and Dad should go have fun. You’re always doing everything for us, enjoy some time to yourselves.”
My sweet little boy. He was just like his father, and nothing could make me prouder. “You’re a good boy, Jackson.”
We stood at the end of the sidewalk leading to the cabins. The kids were itching to get to their friends. We’d already helped carry their bags up, and they wanted to go see who they were bunking with this year.
Matteo reached for my hand, pulling me out from under Jackson’s arm and against his body. “I’ll keep your mom distracted so she doesn’t miss you guys too much.” He nodded toward their cabins. “Go on, have fun.”
Smiles lit up their faces as kisses and rushed good-byes fluttered all around us. Then they were gone, running out to where all the other kids were grouping.
“How do you plan to keep Mom distracted?” I asked, bumping my shoulder into Matteo’s arm as we headed back up the path toward the parking lot.
Matteo smirked as the rocks of the parking lot crunched under our feet. “Well, you heard the boy. You’re supposed to have fun and do things for yourself.” He clicked the button, unlocked the car, and opened the door. After I sat, he peaked his head in. “We did join a sex club a few weeks ago. There are plenty of ways we can have fun while the kids are away.”
I hadn’t thought about how much more we could explore with the kids not home. We were about to have eight weeks of living the no-kids life again and a new hobby. Things were about the get interesting.
Matteo got into the car, and his aura might as well have been the sun. “We’re meeting Adam for dinner, and then we’re going to the club.”
The squirm of my butt was involuntary. It was a new conditioned response already. The club meant pleasure. It meant another delicious evening, to join a handful of others, where Matteo made my body sing new notes. “What’s on the agenda for today?”
His eyes smoldered. A lightning storm crashed in their depths. “I think it’s time my cock becomes acquainted with your ass, no?”
A shiver danced down my back and fluttered deep in my womb.
Well, that was certainly one way to keep my mind off the kids.
* * *
Before we madeour way to the club, we stopped to have dinner at one of the guys’ favorite bars and had a quick beer and burger.
Adam, Matteo’s best friend, told us about a structure fire his station put out last week while Matteo attempted to inch his fingertips under the skirt of my dress, trying to start a small blaze of his own. Adam seemed oblivious to me smacking away Matteo’s hand. Either that or he was too busy checking out the waitresses’ asses.
I’d known Adam as long as I’d known Matteo. He was one of Matteo’s two roommates when we started dating. Trevor, who lived in Napa Valley with his wife and two young daughters, was the other guy. Those two were there when we found out we were going to have the twins. Trevor joked that he always thought it would be Adam who knocked someone up, not Matteo. Adam was the clichéd ladies’ man of the group.
He was friendly and had a healthy appetite for women. Adam wasn’t ready to settle down, and he was enjoying his life as it came. I couldn’t fault him for that. Especially since he was good-looking, single, and a firefighter, who was definitely calendar worthy. I understood the appeal. That also meant that his attention wasn’t solely focused on us which allowed Matteo to rub my clit through my panties under the table on several occasions.
Then we were on the way to the club where Matteo wanted to have anal sex.
I was impatient and nervy at the same time. We had only gone to the club a handful of times since we joined last month. Date night was our fun “sexy” time.
On those nights, and a few at home, we’d worked on making our way to anal. Just like I told the girls, so far, I’d liked everything. The fingers. The beads. The plugs.
Even still, the idea of a dick in my ass made me edgy.
