I walked out of CeCe's duplex definitely a changed men. I felt invigorated, it was a beautiful day. What a perfect way to end a perfect day. I really had wanted to go and visit with CeCe for a short talk. I wasn't planning on this turning into an all-day affair. An affair? Oh God. Not an affair. Vickie had given me a hallpass so it really wasn't an affair, was it.
Shit, shit, shit. Why was my mind wrestling with itself? I loved my wife and had pledged my faithfulness to her and failed. Yes I know Vickie had given me permission but weren't those just jokes? Surely she didn't mean them and when I came home and told her about it was she going to visit a solicitor and file divorce charges against me.
The sudden buzzing coming out of my jacket on the passenger seat scared the daylights out of me, since my mind had been delving into possible scenarios about the unfolding events in Vickie's and my marriage. Tentatively picking up my phone, I saw 10 missed phone calls from my wife and easily three times as many texts.
Quickly hitting redial, I heard my sweet angel's voice say, "Oh, Michael, I've been so worried about you. You've not answered my calls this day and my head went to thinking about the bad things that could be happening to you."
"Vickie my love. I am so very sorry to put you in such a state, dearest. While at breakfast, I turned the ringer off and threw my phone in my jacket pocket. It had warmed up when we went to retrieve our cars and I had taken my jacket off and thrown it over the passenger seat. It wasn't until just now when I was heading home that I noticed it. Is there something that you needed? Is everything alright dear?" I was trying to act normal because I could hear the nervousness in my wife's voice.
"Oh, nothing too major, Michael. I'm making tacos for dinner and I was hoping you could stop by the store and pick up some shredded cheddar cheese, sour cream and salsa to go with the tacos, if you'd like, you could even pick up some guacamole, chips and anything else you'd like. Don't be too late. You know you don't like cold tacos." Vickie said though never a word asking where I had been all day.
After picking up the aforementioned items plus a six pack of Pacifico beer, I headed home. As I carried the bags into the kitchen, Vickie wrapped me in her arms tightly and clung to me almost like a leech making me feel guiltier than I already did. She didn't say anything, but she knew I had been with one of them. She didn't accuse me of anything or ask any questions, but I could see it in her eyes, the way she looked at me, always with a smile but nearly at the point of tears.
We went to bed that night as usual, after the late news and to my surprise, instead of putting on her C-pap, she snuggled up next to me, placing her head on my chest in the crook of my armpit and her hand softly caressed my face. I gently took her hand and kissed it, then I stuck one of her fingers in my mouth and sucked on it, then a second one. As I sucked on her fingers, my tongue played with them in my mouth, then I wiggled my tongue in between the two fingers, separating them like they were her thighs and she looked up at me and smiled saying, "Damn, you're a horny old goat."
I kissed her, smiled and asked, "Could I give it a try?"
My wife let out a big sigh and said, "No . . . I'd have to douche and wash up and besides I'm not sure I could cum anyway. If you want to see if you can cum I'll let you but I . . . " I stopped her tight there.
"Vickie, I love you and a big part of making love to you is pleasuring you, not just my pleasure. I really find it difficult to enjoy sex if you're not enjoying it. Does that make any sense?" I said.
A tear trickled down her cheek and she tried to turn away from me but I held her in place, kissing the tear away. "I love you," I said, "and always will. Besides, I'm too old to try to train a new wife." She playfully slugged me then kissed me before turning over and putting on her C-pap and turning out the light.
Like most mornings, I get up with the dog and let my wife sleep, put on coffee and read my emails. When she gets up, I will fix us cereal or soft boiled eggs then get dressed and work around the yard or out in my shop. Today I was in the shop, working on the lawnmower when my cell phone notified me of an incoming text. It was from CeCe. The first thing I did was to check and see if my wife was anywhere close.
Taking a couple of steps towards the house, I could see my wife sitting in front of her big TV so I went back into my shop. I read CeCe's text, It read, 'Michael, I feel more alive than I have in years. You have changed me and I like what I see and the way I feel. Michael, would you please have breakfast with me tomorrow. I really do make a killer omelet you know. What kind would you like? I can do ham, bacon, cheese, fried onion, you name it. Ok?' I sent back a grinning devil imogee. CeCe texted back 'What?'
'Well, my precious beauty, I just happened to think of what I really wanted to eat,' I replied, 'and that's your lovely little pussy as a start.' I just couldn't help myself.
'Mmmmmmm,' came across the screen, then 'and would you let me reciprocate if I wanted?'
I typed back, 'I definitely wouldn't object to that as long as it's something you really want to do.'
CeCe's reply came back, 'I've never been that good at it but maybe with practice and your guidance I might improve.'
I sent her a big smiley face and replied, "I'm sure you'll get an A+ just for trying."
