It’s true; Edna is not my wife. We’ve been living together for five years now, but we never did get married. Perhaps I should stop introducing her as “My girlfriend”, but I don’t know what other title to use, exactly.

That’s how I introduced her to Mr. Ho. Possibly that’s why he thought it was OK to flirt with her the way he did.

Edna’s a long-legged blond, with the kind of breasts that men long to wallow in. While we were inspecting the premises of our future restaurant, the landlord, Mr. Ho, couldn’t seem to keep his eyes off her cleavage. I don’t begrudge him that; few men can. But it was funny because his Coke bottle glasses were only slightly higher than her nipples.

We were sitting in a café afterwards, to see if we could come to an arrangement about the lease. It was close, but Mr. Ho just wouldn’t come down to a rent that we felt confident with.

I could see that Edna was doing her best, blasting him with her irresistible smile, batting her big blue eyes, and keeping her chest in view. The man wavered, but didn’t come down far enough.

We shook hands and left, agreeing to think it over.

“It’s exactly the location we need. Even at his price, we might be able to make it work.” I said.

“No, Matt. We don’t want to start our business and then have it snowed under by the overhead. If we can’t get his price down, we’ll just have to wait until another place comes along.”

Edna was right. She’s a woman with both beauty and brains. That must be why I love her so much.

“This is the first decent place we’ve seen in six months.” I said in despair.

“I bet if I had the old guy alone for a few hours, I could change his mind!” She said, half-joking. But only half.

“He sure couldn’t keep his eyes off you.” I observed.

“Not to mention his hands.” She added.

“You’re kidding!”

“You didn’t notice? He was running his hand up and down my thigh under the table the whole time we were in the café. I thought if I just kept smiling, he’d take our offer.”

“I think it’ll take more than a little feel and a smile for that man to waver.”

Ho phoned the next day. Edna took it. “Yes. Alright. Yes, that would be nice. I’ll see you tomorrow then. Bye-bye.”

“He wants to meet me tomorrow at six.”

“Do you think he’s dropped his price? We should decide what we’re going to tell him. How high we can go, I mean.”

“Not ‘we’, Matt. Me. He wants to meet me tomorrow at six and take me to dinner.”

“You’re kidding. You agreed to that?”

“If we want to break out of this hole we’re in, we’re going to have to go the extra yard. I’ll get dressed up and have dinner with the old guy. What’s the harm in it?”

We went to work. I cooked, and she waitressed at the same restaurant. We lived together in a dingy apartment, saving all our money for the big push: starting our own place.

It’s not that we had a terrible boss or that we were really suffering. But our dreams were beckoning to us.

Edna looked fabulous as she put the final touches on her makeup before going out to meet Mr. Ho.

“Are you sure this is what you want to do?” I asked. She looked completely cool, but I was almost shaking.

“I’m sure. Are you sure?” She looked at me in the mirror as she tilted her head to one side, letting her long blond hair fall out of the way as she brushed it.

“I suppose.” I agreed, not feeling sure at all. “You seem to be a little excited about it.” I noted.

“It is a bit of an adventure. Our lives have been so boring for so long. I’m feeling like someone special tonight, a woman of mystery or something. On a mission.”

“But do you really think that that wily old Chinaman is going to be willing to come down to our price just because you go to dinner with him?”

She gave me a hard look; “Don’t be naive, Matt. There’s going to be more than dinner. If we want to change our lives, there’s going to have to be more.”

“Are you telling me that you’re actually willing to go all the way with that old fart? Is that how badly you want to get ahead?”

I guess I am naive, as she said. But I truly was shocked. I guess I just hadn’t had time to think it all through. Everything was happening so fast.

“Oh, what’s the big deal? It’s just our upbringing that’s taught us we shouldn’t do these things. People have sex all the time, it’s not like I’m a virgin or something. And even if I was, this might be worth it. Get real, I’m a waitress and you’re a cook. We can’t afford that kind of highbrow morality.” “I thought we had agreed to be faithful to each other.”

“I am being faithful. I’m doing this for us.”

“But, Jesus Edna, he’s like, 60 years old or something.”

“That’s why you don’t need to get jealous, honey. You know I could’ve had my choice of men, and I chose you.”

That was true. We were the hot couple in high school, the girls were all after me, and the boys were all after Edna. Who would’ve thought that we’d still be stuck in place five years after graduation?

“He’s got nice shoulders though.” Edna said.

“Nice shoulders? That guy looks like a little cube, he’s only about five feet tall!”

“Come on, Matt! Help me out here. I want to go and do this, and I just won’t be able to go through with it unless I can find a way to think of Mr. Ho as at least a little bit attractive. Now I say he has nice shoulders, and nice thick black hair.”

“But Edna, what if he gets ... well, violent or something.”

“I thought about that and I went to the electronics shop and bought a little bug I can carry in my handbag. You can drive along after us, and listen in. How do you feel about that?”

I kept my distance as I followed Edna to Mr. Ho’s office at their arranged meeting time; 6 p.m.

They came out of the office together and got into his car. They were a funny couple, the way she towered over him.

Mr. Ho was wearing a crisp gray suit and elevated shoes that didn’t help him reach Edna’s height.

They went to a restaurant some distance from town. She stayed in the car as he walked around and opened her door.

The innocent little ritual made me feel strange; I never walked around and opened Edna’s door.

They went inside, holding hands.

I parked around the corner from the restaurant and relaxed into my seat, listening to my headphones. The bus broadcast a weak FM signal; I had to stay close. I wondered what the odds were of someone else accidentally receiving the signal.

The scraping of chairs, the rustling of fabrics.

“Thank you, Mr. Ho. You’re so gracious!”

Gracious. Hmmpf.

“I’m so glad I could meet you again. And without your boyfriend.”

“Yes. I felt there were some things you would’ve liked to say if he wasn’t there.”

Silence.

“I like the way you touch me.” Softly, barely discernible. They ordered. They ate. They chatted. There’s something disgusting about listening to the sounds of people eating.

Edna made coy little remarks regarding rent prices. Mr. Ho made coy little remarks regarding Edna’s physical charms.

Ho kept quoting silly little Chinese proverbs.

They left. I followed.

“I’d better slide over here. If you keep reaching across like that, we might have an accident.” Edna laughed.

“Yes, this is much more comfortable. You like when I touch you here?”

“Mmmm, yes. That’s nice. Do you like it when I touch you like this?”

“Oh yes. Yes, yes. Very nice, very nice.”

I felt a burning in my heart as I pictured where they were touching each other.

They pulled into a motel. I drove around behind it, parking behind a chain-link fence that marked the rear of the motel property.

I listened to their car door open and close.

“I don’t know if you can hear me, baby. He’s gone into the office of the Sunshine Motel to get us a room. I’m feeling good, and I’m sure this is going to work.” Edna said into the bug.

The car door opened and closed again after some minutes.

“Room 6.” Edna said. “Is six a good number?”

“Very good number. After tonight, maybe my favorite number!” Mr. Ho giggled. I saw the curtains move at one of the windows behind the motel. I could see Edna’s voluptuous shape; her wide shoulders supporting her large breasts above a wonderfully slim waist that tapered out into the generous hips I’d always hoped would someday bear our children. She closed the drapes again, but not all the way. I got out of the car; I had to walk all the way around to the front of the motel, through the main gate, and then sneak back behind the building again on the inside of the fence.

Zippers. Fabrics. The sound quality was excellent.

“Do you like them?” Edna asked.

“Very nice. I like, I like very much.”

I could actually hear him kissing and slurping.

“I like the way you kiss me.” Edna said.

“I like it also.” Said Ho.

“Would you like me to suck your cock?” She asked.

She’d never asked me like that. She had done it once or twice, but never come right out and talked about it.

“Oh yes. Please.” He said.

“You have a very nice penis.”

“Oh! Very nice, you have a very nice mouth, Edna!”

Laughter, from both of them.

“Oh, Mr. Ho! I like that! Your tongue feels so good against me. Yes, yes.”

I got to the window and peered in. I could see the gray head bobbing up and down between my woman’s thighs. I could see her bright smile, and her hand on the back of his head. Her hips bucked up and down, meeting the Oriental’s tongue.

Edna had often hinted that she liked this. I’d only ever done it to her once; I didn’t like the taste, or the hairs that got stuck in my teeth.

Old Ho didn’t seem to mind. He just kept right on going, and Edna appeared to climax.

Then finally he crawled up and laid down next to Edna, his back to me, and she rolled over and kissed him. They kissed and stroked each other for a long time. She stroked his cock, and he couldn’t get enough of her big, young tits.

I could see his dick. She was holding and stroking it; I realized that she must have seen me at the window and was showing it to me intentionally. It was slightly smaller than mine but appeared to be no less potent.

Then he got on top of her, and she spread her legs wide. I could see her reaching down, guiding him into her.

His little ass began to bob up and down comically as he buried his head between her great white Caucasian breasts. She stroked his head, neck, and shoulders. I was sure it would be over soon.

I was wrong.

Edna started to cry softly, and she wrapped her long, shapely legs around him. She started to buck her hips again, and I saw her embrace tighten on his body. He kept right on fucking her at a steady pace while she appeared to have a powerful orgasm.

She lifted his head up from between her breasts to look into his eyes. She lifted herself up and forward to press her lips to his. I saw her tongue moving across the cavity formed by their lips.

He kept fucking her.

It didn’t take long before Edna was coming again. I have to admit that I’ve never been able to hold out when Edna comes. The way she squeezes me, the way she pushes her tongue into my mouth when she comes, always makes me pop. Old Ho’s ass just kept bobbing up and down, though. I guess it was his age. Libido decreases with age, they say.