I Can Only Love You Twice

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I Can Only Love You Twice

Raymond Simpkins

Our story starts off like a lot of others, a wild first three years of college and then settling on a lover for the last year. We got married right after graduation and began our careers in Dallas. Danielle worked in Campaign Design for an advertising firm, while I worked as an actuary. Both of us traveled, I was a junior consultant for pension plans and insurance companies, while she helped with client presentations for sales or marketing, no matter what the product. We both ended up with a lot of traveling throughout Texas and Oklahoma, with occasional forays into neighboring states.

Dani, as everyone called her, and I worked hard both for professional success, but also to accumulate a nest egg for when we began to have children. Dani was a little concerned about giving up her career, and even though I was sure we were financially secure, we were soon approaching our fifth anniversary without the presence of children. We finally agreed that we could hire a nanny/maid with our combined incomes and that she could take a three month maternity leave during the summer.

Dani

After three years of fucking almost everyone on campus with a cock, I decided to go for a double degree of BBA and Mrs. Ray seemed to be the man. He was a unusual combination of nice and sexy. It didn't hurt that he was smart and cared about my orgasms. We got married right after graduation and settled down to jobs in Big D.

Our plans for accumulating a nest egg for a down payment on a home came to fruition and we even had some extra for our future children' s post-secondary education. I also participated in the planning of the Regional Marketing Conference, which was a conference for coordination across the twenty-five offices in the Southwest Region. The conferences were rotated among the larger offices in the region, even though the regional headquarters was located in Los Angeles. I was well aware that influential executives from both the regional and national headquarters would be in attendance.

We decided that I would go off the pill at the start of the Summer, which would be after the Regional Marketing Conference. I was slated to lead a working group on Marketing Campaign Design, which was one of my strengths. Early in the conference I made it a point to meet C. Averill Hansen, the regional chief of Campaign Design. That made him my immediate superior in my functional area, although my direct reporting responsibility was to the head of the Dallas office.

Ray

It was our fifth Spring as man and wife and we decided that she would go off the pill in the middle of the next Summer and that should allow for delivery early in the following Summer after she returned to her normal fertility cycle. Our decision came just before the regional marketing conference which was being held in Dallas. The Southwestern Region contained thirteen states and was headquartered in Los Angeles, but the Regional Conferences were rotated among the larger offices in the region.

Virtually everyone in the Dallas office was working to make the conference a success, and their efforts were heightened by the knowledge that there would be executive contingents from both the Los Angeles Regional Headquarters, but also the New York City National Headquarters. The conference was slated to last five full days with the out-of-town contingents flying in Sunday afternoon and flying out Saturday afternoon. The social events, including a kick-off dinner Sunday night and a breakfast Saturday morning, which would be potentially attended by fifty or so out of towners, and thirty or so locals, including employees and spouses.

Dani

Both Ray and I met C. Averill Hansen at the Sunday night kick-off dinner, and I thought he was an attractive, confident, highly competent young man, probably a few years older than Ray and me. I looked forward to working with Avie. I looked at his attendance at the conference as an opportunity to make an impression on someone who could help me in my career. I hoped he would be impressed by my workshop leadership.

Avie and I ate lunch together several times during the conference and we seemed to have a special rapport. Some of it was just casual flirting, but even that was fun. I would also talk to him between presentations and workshops.

Thursday night Ray seemed to be a little put out with the two of us. I guess he thought he was afraid our casual flirting wasn't entirely harmless. That night I tried to reassure him by making love to him especially passionately. I have to admit that Avie did seem to be getting a little more serious in his flirting and even a little touchy, although it was still low-key, like placing a hand on my arm when he was trying to make an important point. The thought that it could become more than casual did cross my mind but I don't think either of us was very serious about it until the Friday night dance.

Avie was an excellent dancer and I very much enjoyed touching and being touched as we danced several dances together. I could tell Ray was getting a little upset. Perhaps he was justified, I don't think Avie nor I knew where we were going with this or if we wanted to go anywhere. I did drink enough to feel a bit tipsy, and I guess it was enjoying the mutual touching more than I should have. Perhaps I should have suggested the possibility of this being more than a casual work relationship before I introduced the possibility while dancing with Ray. Maybe I wasn't completely understanding what Ray was saying. At first, it seemed that he was fine with Avie and I going extracurricular, but then he got angry. When he got angry, I got angry.

Ray

I was pleased to see Dani revved up as she was leading a workshop on Campaign Design, and also that she wanted me to be at her side for the six evening socials and the Saturday morning breakfast. I fully expected to be dutifully entertained by advertising campaign mumbo-jumbo and repeated explanations of just exactly what it is that actuaries do. Beginning with the Sunday evening kick-off it seemed that Dani was constantly running into C. Averill Hansen, the regional chief of campaign design.

Avie was a very confident, somewhat brash, know it all. I could tell that he was intelligent, but he seemed more interested in slogans than substantive matter in advertising or anything else. He also seemed intent on forming a relationship with Dani, although it was difficult for me to decipher how much was professional and how much was inappropriately personal. He did seem to be very positive and complimentary about Dani's contribution to the company success. He also seemed quite aware that he was a good-looking guy at six-foot-two with broad shoulders and narrow waist, clearly the product of time spent in the weight room.

Early in the week, Avie's flirtations with Dani seemed fairly subtle, but as the week progressed, both Dani and he seemed to become more blatant in their flirting.

After the Thursday night dinner, I almost had to physically separate them so that I could take Dani home. I had no idea what was going on during the day. Thursday night in bed, Dani seemed to be her usual passionate self, and we even had seconds which was unusual, but had happened before.

As we got ready for the Friday night event, I was once again amazed at how attractive my wife was. Her little black dress showed off her assets, which were often muted by her chosen workday business attire. Her figure was displayed with nothing left to the imagination, when she wore her little black dress with her black hair released to its full beneath the shoulders length. It was clear that she had a hot bod with her 34C-23-34 figure and long tanned, fit legs supporting her five-foot-eight height.

My first intimation that this would be a long night occurred at the cocktail party when Dani was surrounded by male client personnel. Avie seemed particularly attentive continuing on to his sitting by Dani on the opposite side to me. Dani didn't ignore me, but she seemed to have more to converse about with Avie than with her husband who hadn't seen her through most of the day. The dinner was followed a congratulatory speech by the firm's CEO. We had time to get another round of drinks while the band was setting up. Dani and Avie went to get drinks and Dani brought my standard old fashioned, as she and Avie chatted both to and from the open bar.

As soon as the music began, Avie asked Dani to dance, and she quickly set her drink on the table and gave him her hand. After that, she only briefly returned to our table to gulp down a drink, before returning to the welcoming arms of Avie. I hadn't expected to have to compete for my wife's attention. On one of her brief breaks, I suggested I would like to get a dance or two in with her. As the band was beginning its last set, she did find time for a dance with me, with an unfortunate conversation.

As we began my first dance with her, she said, "We've never talked about this, but would it harm our marriage, if we spent a night apart?"

I stuttered, I was so surprised, although it wasn't a complete shock. I inquired, "Are you considering spending the night with Avie?"

She smiled happily, "I'm so glad you have such a good attitude; I was a bit worried about how you'd react."

I responded, "Dani, I never said I was on board with any such thing!"

She replied, "Darling, did I misunderstand?"

I explained, "Darling, I think you did. I don't think I'm ready for an open marriage."

She continued, "Dearest Ray, I'm not talking about an open marriage, just one night with Avie. I'd like to get to know him better. Besides, it could help my career, if I understand him better."

I was trying to maintain my cool, "I don't think this is the best way to go about advancing your career."

She agreed, "Probably not. I'd just like to do it with him."

It didn't think we were communicating well, "So you expect me to sit at home alone, while you screw him all night?"

She happily told me, "I knew you'd understand!"

I raised my voice a little, "I understand that you don't care about our relationship. I understand that you want to be another man's slut."

She spoke calmly, "Ray, don't make a scene."

I said, "Dani, don't do this."

She explained calmly, "Ray, you are the love of my life. I love you very much. I just want this night for me. In a few months I'll be fat with your baby. Is this too much to ask?"

I tried to speak calmly, "Dani! I think

it is too much

to ask!"

She raised her voice, "You'd dump me for one indiscretion! I don't believe you! Is that all our love means to you?"

The music had stopped between songs. She continued in a calm, steady voice, "You need to get your head on straight, mister. I'm neither your slave nor your personal handmaiden. Get over yourself!"

She stalked off. She walked in Avie's direction. He looked at her questioningly. She said something to him, as I stood on the dance floor, dumbfounded. He sneered at me, then took her hand and walked out of the ballroom. I hurried after them. As they entered the elevator, I called out, "Don't do this, Dani!"

I watched the elevator go up to the twelfth floor. It paused. I stupidly stood there watching as it returned to the main floor. The doors opened. It was empty. Just as empty as my heart. My phone beeped, indicating a message.

It was from C. Averill Hansen's phone, "See you in the morning, Babes. I love you. XOXOXOX. Dani."

Why didn't she just say, "Fuck off, asshole!" The semantic content would have been just about the same. I went home and packed my bag. I wouldn't be having anything to do with her until I talked to an attorney Monday. The only asset we had worth mentioning was the home down payment fund. It would be a simple divorce. I couldn't believe this was the woman I had loved with all my heart for five years. Not only that but I had been planning to have children with her and spend the rest of my life with her.

I called a friend from high school and asked if I could spend the night. I took my wedding ring off and left it on the table. I wrote a note, "Dear Dani, We're done. We can split without an attorney if we agree on a 50-50 split. Your former love, Ray."

Dani

I knew that some of the things that Avi and were doing were a bit over the line, but It was all in good fun. He was a good dancer, and I enjoyed dancing him. I knew I was attracted to him, but over the years both before and after I met Ray, I had been attracted to a lot of guys. Maybe I hadn't drunk quite as much alcohol, or maybe I was feeling the increased desire that comes along with ovulation, but for some reason this was different. I was feeling excitement in my stomach and arousal in my pubis. I was thinking that this is important. There was no reason to think it was important except maybe there was an unfortunate coincidence of pheromone production between Avi and me. When I danced with Ray, he seemed to get very pissed when I basically asked for a one-time hall pass. I thought he agreed, but either I misunderstood or he changed his mind. It felt like he wasn't totally on board with it, but when Avi and I entered the elevator to go to his suite, I did hear Ray shout after me, "Don't do this, Dani!"

For me, it was too little too late. We made out like bandits in the short ride to the twelfth floor. We embraced and kissed outside his room. Once inside, we kissed as we took each other's clothes off. I couldn't believe how hot I was for what he had. Even before I had his boxers off, I could tell how big and hard he was. Bigger than Ray, I wanted to feel him inside me. In my funk, I could think of nothing else. He swept the bed covers off and I lay prone diagonally across the bed. He presented what must have been eight inches of feminine delight to me and I kissed and sucked him enough for him to be well lubricated.

I rolled over to a more central supine position. I spread my legs inviting whatever. He lifted my knees over his shoulders and began licking my pubic area while massaging my breasts with his hands. He narrowed his pubic concentration to my clit and my labia. It wasn't long until I exploded into a great orgasm.

He decided that I was prepared enough and he moved his arms between my legs where he could hold my back while he kissed me and slowly penetrated me with his monster cock. The biggest cock I had ever had before was Ray's. This was one time I didn't really want to think about Ray. Avie and his equipment were helping me with that. He was filling me up and it felt fabulous. Each of his strokes was driving me higher and higher. It just felt great as I felt the signs of impending climax. He continued pumping me as I came, prolonging the delicious sensations of erotic delight.

His continued pounding took me over the top to another orgasm. It was wonderful. Again he continued ramming his pelvis against mine through my climax and on to the next one. A few minutes of steading pounding and increasing arousal, and we exploded together in mutual orgasm. Avie seemed to enjoy it almost as much as I did. We looked at each other and said, "Wow!"

My feelings were indescribably. I just felt wonderful, proud of my orgasms, proud of how I felt as I his cum slowly leaked from my cunt and onto the bedclothes.

I began cleaning him and possibly preparing him for an encore experience. He didn't disappoint me. Soon he was pounding me again, this time in the doggy style position. The effective was equal if not better to our earlier missionary position episode. As before he continued thrusting himself against me even when I was cumming which prolonged the experience. After another four orgasms and his ejaculation, I think we were both tired enough for some deep sleep.

I lay against him with his arm across my body, images of our next screwing going round and round in my mind. All I could think of was sleeping a little and then repeating the whole process again. It was still dark outside when I woke up. It was around four am. I was thinking I need to go home to my family, but before I left I wanted another session like the earlier one. His cock was showing the first signs of morning wood as he slept peacefully on his back, softly snoring. I went to work with both hands and mouth, one hand gently massaging his balls, one hand wrapped around the base of his cock and my mouth giving it to him up and down on his head and the next few inches. That gave him a very nice awakening.

All he said was, "Ohmigod, you're the best!"

His rod was like steel as I continued working it with one hand, as I slid up his body to give him a deep kiss, then I aligned my pussy with his monster manhood, and guided him in. Feeling his rod of joy slide into my well-used vagi was a sensation like no other. I could feel it in my nipples. I could feel it in my ass. Even my toes were tingling as I began my assigned task of thrusting my pelvis against him and enjoying the erotic pleasure of being full of a steel-like prick. I fucked my way to a memorable orgasm, paused a minute, and then went to work on the next one.

All I could think of was rubbing my cunt against that wonderful cock. Nothing had ever felt like the delicious sensation of that woman pleaser pleasing my kitty. I must have cum five or six times before I felt him spurting inside me. As I kissed him over and over, I congratulated myself on the greatest sex of my entire life.

Reluctantly I moved away from his face and began to clean his fabulous equipment orally. Soon he was not only clean but my magic mouth had him ready for action again. He lubricated himself in my ready and willing pussy, and then told me, "You're going to get it in the ass, slut!"

I spoke two words only, "Bring it!"

Avie was a little impatient and I hoped he wouldn't cause an infection, but he would push on my ass, penetrating a little with a couple of strokes and then stick his organ into my pussy for more lubrication. Finally, he was fully in my rectum, and the pain was passed and the pleasure began to increase. I supported myself with one arm and with the opposite hand I rubbed my clit, while his balls spanked my labia. He was grasping my boobs so I was getting multiple stimulations of my erogenous zones. I could feel myself getting higher and higher in preparation for a truly massive climax, and when it came, it was almost stunning in its completeness. For a few seconds I was only semi-conscious, but his steady stroking in and out of my rectum soon brought me back to the present, and I began enjoying the carnal pleasures of anal violation.

Finally, on the third or fourth of my convulsive orgasms, I felt him spurting against my rectal walls. I had one last massive body-shaking climax, and collapsed, prone on the bed. I think we were both finished. He was starting to put his clothes on. I knew I had to deal with an unhappy husband, and I needed to prepare myself for the breakfast.

I had breakfast in my cocktail dress. I suspect most of my coworkers who attended the breakfast had a good idea of what had happened. Added to that was the absence of my husband.

Avie wouldn't even give me a ride home after the breakfast. He claimed it was too close to his flight time and he needed to get to DFW. On the ride share home I belatedly fretted about whatever was I going to tell my darling Ray.

I knew I loved Ray and he was the one for the rest of my life. I didn't know how I was going to explain to him my justification for him no longer being my only. Ray had a warm and generous personality; I hoped his generosity would extend to allowing me one night of passion with someone else. I knew this would be a hard sale, but I also knew that Ray was genuinely a nice guy. Maybe he would give me an after-the-fact free pass, and not a 'Do not pass go; do not collect $200' card.