Stephen didn't waste any time taking up Charlotte. He kissed her deeply on the mouth. I looked away at first, not sure what to do. I just figured this was his way of getting back at me. But then he called my name.
"Charlotte needs help undressing."
I hesitated, wondering if he was weighing my actions...
"Com'on, get over here, now." He demanded, and so I did. His hands were all over her, and before I could do anything, she caught me up in a heated kiss.
So, there we stood before him, and he watched with a hunger, hands on both of us now. Charlotte started on my buttons before I had a chance to think. With my blouse gone, her hot lips met my bare skin, heating it as she continued to maneuver me onto the bed beside Stephen. At first he just sat and watched, telling me once more to undress her. Then he gave specific instructions of what to do once she was bare before me.
'Suck on Charlotte's nipples. Lick Charlotte's pussy.' He had me work her up, and then he took her away. I had never been with a woman before, and as strange as it was, I was enjoying it...but as soon as Charlotte was about to cum, he said enough. Taking her to himself, he began to kiss her through her heavy breathing.
Charlotte begged him to fuck her. It sent tingles through me, and every time she said it, he looked at me directly. Stephen kept at this slow torture for sometime, until she was cuming from shear anticipation...at which point I watched as he entered her with a quick thrust. She loved it, and I loved watching. I was so wet, and needy. I wanted him to fuck me, it wasn't fair. I hadn't had him yet, and now I was forced to watch... That's when I remembered that I deserved this. I was about to cum myself, probing my pussy deeper. Charlotte moaned loudly...so loud, as she came for the second time, and our voices mingled as I too released. Then Stephen groaned, pulling from her, and called for me to kneel before him. The familiar taste of Charlotte's pussy on Steve's cock made me smile. This wasn't that bad a punishment. When he was finished, Stephen flopped on the bed beside Charlotte.
That's when the door flew open. It was Tom. I wasn't sure if he had that good of timing, or if he had been listening. Regardless, he looked like a madman from a horror film.
"Did ya enjoy her?" He asked with a twisted smile. Tom had no right to be angry, but still he was.
"Aye, and did ya enjoy my wife?" Stephen retorted with his usual calm...although you wouldn't have expected it in this situation.
"Oh Aye, she's the perfect slut." I was afraid of what he might reveal as he shot me a look. I was frozen in fear on the floor.
"Aye, only matched by your Charlotte. They're quite the pair." He teased, having not only had us both, but at the same time.
Tom half laughed, shaking his head. "You think you're so smart, don't ya? Ya really think I give a flyin' fuck that you've had my Charlotte? She's not my anythin'." I guessed he had said that without thinking, for as soon as the words were formed, his face changed completely. He looked to Charlotte who was clearly aggitated by the comment.
"Oh really? Perhaps I'll keep her then." Stephen joked at his brothers foolishness, deepening the wound for both, as Charlotte rose to gather her clothing. She was reaping the backlash of a war that wasn't her fault...and I felt terrible.
Tom tried to stop her as she left the room, but she would have none of it. Charlotte was a strong one, it didn't take much to see that. I still wondered how she could put up with him at all. I guess there really is someone for everyone, although by the looks of it, Tom just ruined his second chance with her.
"You're a real, manipulative prick." Said Tom through a grim of such anger.
"Me! Oh, I'm the manipulative one, am I, Tom?" I too, gathered my clothing and dressed. "Never mind that you came here with the sole purpose of getting at Terri while I was away...almost ended my marriage. You're the prick....the biggest prick I know. It's not my fault ya have no control of what comes out'a your mouth."
"Ya set me up, damnit. I just started fixin' things with her." Stephen, perhaps feeling awkward being the only one naked, dressed as well after I had taken a seat beside him.
"Well Tom, now we both have relationships to fix. Not that you deserve her, but I imagine yours'll be a lot easier."
There was a silence. Tom was at a loss for words I suppose, and Mike showed up nervously in the doorway. He knocked lightly on the framework. Tom glanced back, and then away again, rubbing his brows from the tension.
"Sorry to interrupt Tom, but the girls wanna go home." He paused to wait for a response that wasn't coming, "Are you staying or going?"
He was in a major jam...probably the biggest he had ever been in. It wouldn't be so easy to get out of this one, and I wondered if it would teach him anything, or if he would just go back to being his usual self once it all blew over. Most likely he would have to leave this part of his life behind for a while...if not longer, as Stephen wasn't likely to forgive him so easily...and Charlotte...how could she take him back after such a statement? Although, I never imagined Stephen to forgive me... or, at least accept me back as he had. The world turns in mysterious ways.
A pang shot through my heart, even if Tom deserved this, it was sad to see someone so broken. Perhaps this would give him reason to put himself back together, and be a better man....but who knew.
"Well...could I stay at your place, Mike?" He asked after mulling over his standings. Obviously he wouldn't be staying here...the ride home with Charlotte would be tense enough, he surely wouldn't be with her either. He had not wronged Mike though...that I knew of, anyway.
"Sure man, but we gotta leave now. They're getting restless." Mike was by far, the most loyal friend I had ever met. Tom had screwed him over before. Many, many times over the years, and perhaps even more that I knew not of...and still, he allowed him back into his life.
"I'll be right out." He answered low. Mike nodded, and with an awkward wave was out of sight.
Tom took a deep breath, "I'm sorry."
There was a whole lot more he could have said, but time was short. I imagined it was hard for him to say those words at all, much less put some feeling into them. He was gonna have to muster all that up for Charlotte though, if he wanted her to take him back. She seemed the sort to hold a grudge, and rightfully so in this instance.
Stephen wasn't going to answer. He was gonna need some time to even give thought of forgiving him. So with that, Tom left.
Alone now, Stephen and I sat there in silence for the longest time. At some point he laid back and fell asleep, but I was still frozen. We had a whole weekend to get through together. It was like... starting a new life, with a new person. Exciting...and yet, completely terrifying.
I would have to be delicate with this. But how much, was too much? I didn't want to make him feel weird, and yet, I had a feeling he would be much more bold with me then he had been in the past. I wasn't innocent Theresa anymore. I was Terri...the slut. He knew what I was capable of, and therefore knew what I could handle. I left him sleep. He stirred only slightly, not caring where I was going, I guess. Usually he would ask at least before drifting back. I wondered if things would ever be remotely the same. Probably not...and that hurt. None of this was worth what I was loosing.
After a while of sitting in the dark, lonely living room, I made some tea...but couldn't drink it. I cried. I tried to hold back, but it was useless. I know he had not left, but Stephen wasn't all there either. Not my Stephen, anyway, and I only had my self to blame. Movements roused me from my sobs. I didn't think I was that loud, but a groggy Stephen came to sit beside me.
"Sorry I woke you." I sniffled.
"Nah, don't be."
When he put his arm around me, I couldn't help curl against him. I could hear the steady beating of his heart through his chest. It was the same heart that had pitter-pattered in nervous excitement on the day we had married. The heart that had pounded with arousal at my very presence. Stephen was the same man from a week before. Just as I was the same woman, but we were...I wish I could say wiser. We had been altered...our eyes opened to bits of information that would change the course of our history. With that thought, I was glad we had the prospect of history at all.
"What'cha thinkin'?" He asked of me.
"Your heart, it's nice being able to hear it." He smirked, moving to my chest for a listen.
"Ah, ya do still have a heart, Amazin'." He joked through his pain. It was tough knowing that I had tainted his image of me.
I decided that I would give him just as much love as I had before...no...more. He would take it, or he wouldn't. But I knew that to treat him with a delicate disposition would be completely foolish. He needed to know that I still loved him. I squeezed him tight, and kissed his head. These jokes were his way of looking me in the eye, and I was lucky I could still hold him at all.
