Debbie belatedly realized that she might have forgotten her evening ritual when she noticed her CycleBeads on her nightstand. She looked at her calendar and counted the days since the Monday over a week ago that she had circled when she started menstruating. That was eleven days ago. She then counted the beads on her CycleBeads from the brown bead. The marker ring was only on the ninth bead. She should have moved it to the tenth bead last night. As she advanced the marker ring, she took notice that it was on the third white bead. The realization evoked memories of four Fridays ago then the nervous wait a week ago Sunday and Monday that in turn provoked a disturbing combination of anxiety and arousal. She briefly contemplated canceling her date, but cancelling on such sudden notice would be unfair as well as frustrating. She rationalized that the marker ring was only on the third white bead rather than the fifth and that she had already gotten away with it once.
Debbie was setting her CycleBeads down when she heard David walking out of their bathroom. As he was toweling himself dry, her gaze was drawn to his penis and testicles nestled in his graying pubic hair. Her husband no longer seemed quite so... "adequate" as she had described him to her friends on a few occasions. As she turned towards him, she became acutely aware of her choice of lingerie for the day. She watched as her husband inspected her as she stood before him in her garter belt, stockings and shelf bra.
"Going commando again? This must be your Second Friday," David speculated nervously.
Debbie stammered, "You aren't angry with me, are you?"
"I promised you Five Fridays," David conceded reluctantly. "However; I was beginning to hope that there wouldn't be a Second Friday. I am also jealous. I can't remember the last time that you wore a garter belt and stockings much less that shelf bra for me. Is it going to be just dinner and dancing, then hanging out in your van for a few hours while you sober up?"
"I promise you that I'll wear a garter belt and stockings the next time we go out," Debbie said apologetically. "I thought that it would be just dinner this evening, probably without dancing, then hanging out in his hotel room."
David asked, "are you going to spend the night?"
"I haven't decided," Debbie answered truthfully as she noticed his penis swelling slightly. "Are you certain that it would be okay?"
"We already discussed that. Unless you cut your date short, a Friday evening almost inevitably becomes a Saturday morning. The only question is how much of Saturday morning. Just remember that this Cinderella turns into a pumpkin at noon rather than at midnight," David admonished her.
"I guess I should pack an overnight bag," Debbie speculated as the encouraging erection became more evident.
She felt her husband watching her as she chose a simple, bandeau style summer dress for Saturday morning and packed it into a small bag. She added a toothbrush, a hairbrush and a few other essentials. When she turned towards her husband, she was greeted by an undeniably erect penis. "What the Hell is wrong with him?" she thought to herself. "He should be angered rather than aroused by the situation. Thank God that he is aroused."
Debbie stepped towards her husband to give him a hug then whispered, "Thank you for being so understanding." She was rewarded by the sensation of his penis swelling to full erection against her sex. She felt him pressing between her labia as David maneuvered to penetrate her. She giggled as she felt him struggling to plunge of his penis into her but given the angle only his glans was able to penetrate her. She tilted her head to kiss him as he struggled.
Debbie was surprised by the realization that while she was aroused by her husband's obviously urgent desire for her, her desire was not for her husband. As their kiss ended, she glanced at her CycleBeads. She saw the disappointment in his eyes as his gaze focused on her beads. Although they had eagerly relied entirely on the Pull and Pray method during the early years of their marriage, it had been a question of when rather than if she wanted to get pregnant. Once she discovered CycleBeads, they had become somewhat more circumspect and often abstained or enjoyed other pleasures when her beads warned that she might be fertile.
Debbie's guilt compelled her to placate her husband. "May be tomorrow?"
"You have a date," David answered as he gave his wife a few more strokes before reluctantly withdrawing. He stepped back and watched as his wife put on her dress then dithered with the buttons at the bodice until she was satisfied that it revealed only a tasteful hint of cleavage. He suddenly felt embarrassed about being naked and humiliated by his arousal. He felt reassured when Debbie bent over to kiss his penis then take it in her mouth to fellate it for a few seconds before leaving for work.
David awoke to find himself alone in their marital bed. He had slept amazingly well once he finally nodded off. He glanced at the clock on Debbie's nightstand. He had slept until ten.
When David's gaze wandered from Debbie's clock to her CycleBeads, the sight of the marker ring on the third white bead revived the anxieties that had plagued him last night. He reminded himself that it was only the third white bead. He also took solace in the hope that Debbie had perhaps chastised her paramour for his recklessness during their First Friday. The Pull and Pray method had been reasonably effective during the first decade of their marriage. Debbie's CycleBeads were merely an extra precaution to remind them when he needed to exercise extra restraint. Unfortunately; David could not be certain that a wife's paramour would be more careful. He found himself thinking about an old slogan, "Gas, Grass or Ass, nobody rides for free." The exception to that admonition was when you are riding another man's wife. David took solace in the hope that Debbie would not have risked a Second Friday if her paramour hadn't agreed to exercise more restraint.
David checked his cellphone for messages.
WE'RE GOING OUT FOR BRUNCH
David was encouraged. Going out for brunch would keep them from lingering in bed where they would no doubt fuck again and may be again. It was humiliatingly easy for David to imagine that Debbie's paramour was exceptionally virile. She had described him as "younger" than she was and very athletic. Debbie had also confessed that her paramour was black and that part of his appeal was the thrill of violating a taboo that had been instilled in her by her somewhat backwards parents.
David had been surprised that Debbie's revelation that her paramour was black had provoked his panic and despair. He had until that moment been able to rationalize granting her an indulgence of Five Fridays as an alternative to a trial separation by reminding himself that she had only recently become a Born Again Virgin when he began courting her. She had confessed that if he did marry her, his penis would be neither the first or the only penis that had entered her. He had been able to convince himself that since she had been mildly promiscuous during her youth, having yet another penis inside her would not be so profound. He had considered himself to be enlightened to become so alarmed by the prospect that it would be a negro rather another white man that might be fucking his wife. However; the image of a big, black cock plunging into Debbie's vagina had terrified him.
