by JoelC
as told to
BrettJ © 2008
*
I hope this story can inspire some of you to believe that if you work on a marriage in trouble, you can put new life back into it. I know I did and I am happier now than I have ever been. It wasn't always that way. Let me tell you my story and perhaps you'll see what I'm talking about.
It had never made much sense to me, why after 5 of what I thought were very happy years, my wife Renee had simply walked out. Nary a word, I just got home from work at the magazine one day and there was a note: "I need to figure some things out, don't worry, I'll be in touch, love Renee." That was it -- no one heard from her, it was nearly 2 years until a little while ago. She
hadn't
been in touch and I figured she wouldn't be, life went on. I dated a few women, some of the secretaries at work, but Renee was the kind of lady that was hard to match. But it had been almost 2 years and I prepared myself for the divorce papers I knew would likely arrive some day soon.
Then Renee called, just out of the blue. She was back in town, she told me. She really missed me and hoped we could talk, perhaps try and work things out? She didn't want to be separated any more, she certainly didn't want a divorce. Maybe I was crazy, but I'd swim in an ocean of sharks for this woman. A schlub like me, with a tall, good-looking black sex goddess, with long dark hair, inviting bedroom eyes and legs that don't seem to end? A woman whose appetites exceeded mine in the bedroom, who didn't care I was 10 years older, a bit overweight? It never mattered to Renee that I wasn't ever going to be rich, she knew I loved writing. She knew all of this, but from the day we met, she took me at face value. She talked me back into coming back to her place for "coffee" and we didn't get out of bed until 8 AM the next morning. The woman fucked me raw in positions I'd never even used, her dark cunt swallowing me whole, her body fucking back and draining me until exhaustion.
"Just
why
is someone like you interested in a guy like me, aren't I a bit old and a bit too -- dumpy -- for you?" I asked her as I ran my hands along her leg.
"You've got experience and you're interesting, you make me laugh. I wouldn't say
dumpy
- more
rumpled
- and you have character, Joel. Stop worrying about it and just enjoy our relationship, all right?" Renee was very encouraging, including to my cock, which she managed to arouse for another round of intense fucking.
Renee came to my work two days later, a short mini and heels, wearing a floppy hat and shades. She looked spectacular. All the guys were envious, so were some of the secretaries I had dated before I met her. I thought a few of them were even interested in her, but this lovely lady focused all her attention on me. She took
me
to lunch and let's just say, I am glad that as a freelance writer, I can come and go as I damned -well please.
I deduced quickly that
this
was the kind of woman you marry -- so I did, almost shocked when she accepted my proposal. Until the day she left, I had no idea there was a thing wrong. We fucked like newlyweds every day and it was never enough -- my wife was my
beautiful black fuckbitch
, she loved screwing and was up for it, 24-7.
How sex-mad was my young wife? Renee gave great head, loved sex in the shower, loved to dress and tease, loved watching porn, loved to attack me and -- well, you get the picture. If it was sexual, she liked it. Thinking back on all of this, I knew that I wanted her back and I knew whatever terms she set, I'd agree to them.
Dressing nicely, I went to Sergio's, where we'd first met, and waited. I wondered how much she'd changed in 2 years, I was almost beside myself when I saw her walk in. It was as if time had frozen for her. Renee was wearing a lovely summer frock, a gauzy floral print that ended just above her knees. The sunlight hit her and I could see lacy lingerie underneath and the sensual curves of the body I knew all too well. She wore a straw hat but her hair was even longer. The Maitre D' pointed me out. She walked to the table, hips swaying slightly, hair swishing gently. I stood up and saw that
face
and all my old feelings came back.
Renee hugged me and there were tears in those beautiful eyes, they rolled down her cheeks. I was almost on the verge myself, I motioned for her to sit. She took both of my hands in her own and spoke.
"Joel, my darling love, first thing you must believe is that I loved --
love
-- you. From the day we met, you were the man I knew I wanted to be with."
"Okay, then why? What did I do? I don't understand."
"You did nothing wrong Joel, absolutely nothing. It was me. I loved you, I still do, our life was wonderful, our sex life was --
more
than wonderful, but ... "
"But?"
"Joel, you know how much I loved ... " Renee lowered her voice " ...
fucking
you. I love sex. But I couldn't help feeling something was missing and ... " Renee stopped speaking at that moment, something had caught her attention and within a minute, I saw what it was. Or rather,
who
.
A young woman had entered the restaurant. Clad in a green mini-dress and silver high heels, she was quite lovely. Dark, I assumed from her sensual appearance she might be Latina -- with nice legs and dark brown hair. The Maitre D' pointed towards us and she walked towards our table. She saw Renee and leaned over and kissed her, a kiss full of passion, tongues and all. The pretty girl, who I would've said was in her mid-20's, sat down and joined us. I am sure the shock and confusion was evident in my eyes.
Renee turned to me, a naughty smile on her beautiful face. "Don't mind her, she's a naughty little
slut
, aren't you dear? This is Anna Marie, darling, this is my husband, Joel." I offered my hand, but she pulled me close and her tongue slid along my lips and teased me. Renee was right -- she was a little minx, I had to admit I was taken aback.
Renee turned to us both and spoke, quietly. "This is what I discovered while I was away, trying to discover who I was, Joel. I met Anna about a year ago and I found that I like women sexually -- very much. I also like being in charge of them and using them as my little fucktoys." Anna giggled, Renee went on. "But after training this little bitch to satisfy me and do all the naughty, perverted things I craved, I also came to realize that I need a man's cock to fuck me just as much. Women are wonderful lovers, but sometimes darling, a girl just needs a good, hard pounding." This new Renee was quite a change, but I hadn't run away yet. I looked over at Anna, who was holding my wife's hand and hanging on her every word. I looked into her dark eyes and they met mine -- she smiled and turned back to Renee.
"So, hoping I hadn't burned my bridges behind me, I knew I had to try and make things right between us. I still love you -- I think you still love me, it shows. So, here I am, reaching out to you, hoping that you can forgive me and we can try to give our marriage another shot. I miss you, I miss my husband, my lover ... " Renee whispered in my ear " ... I miss his
cock
!" She licked my ear teasingly.
Trying to maintain some sense of decorum in this very public place, I indicated Anna , who had said nothing as of yet. "What about her?"
"I'm the
incentive package
" the girl said quietly.
I turned my head and looked at Renee, teeth grinning widely and then at Anna , demurely smiling at us both.
"It's true darling. Anna and I -- we have an understanding. If I come back and live with you as your wife again, she comes with me. I couldn't leave her behind, it wouldn't be fair and we'd both be heartbroken. Just think about it though Joel - you get us both. It will be like having two wives, two women to fuck --
any time you want
!"
I spoke directly to Anna . "You're okay with this?"
"I do as I'm told."