Last Chance

Thanks to chiefhal for his proofreading assistance.

I didn't know how this was all going to work out. I knew she wanted to try and fix us, at least now, that she'd had a taste of what she thought she wanted. But there was a lot that had happened that was going to have to be made up for. The last several years she'd been the ice queen; almost never wanting to be intimate in any way, that included kissing or snuggling. As a result, it was a surprise, for her to strip naked and do the things we did already today. After we got home, she stripped and pull me out into the yard. She undressed me right there on the patio and then settled a lounge chair in the shade, pulling me onto it with her. We lay there for a long time, just touching each other, and very softly, discussing the state of our relationship, and what both of us felt we needed to do to fix it. It felt like most of the changes were in her ballpark, and she didn't seem to mind that, at least not right now. I wondered how that would be in a few weeks or months' time.

When we'd talked things out pretty much, she rolled on top of me and guided my again hard, dick to her pussy. We were in no hurry this time. She slid herself up and down on me for a few minutes, and then stopped and lay on me so we could kiss. After we got tired of kissing, she'd go back to riding me for a while. It was pretty obvious, that she was trying very hard to draw this out as long as she could, and she was doing a very good job of it. We'd been at it, alternately making out and fucking, for at least an hour; when miss nosey neighbor showed up through the bushes.

"Amanda! It's you!" Martha, the fifty-two-year-old neighbor woman said, as she ducked through the bushes separating our yards. "I expected it to be that floozy Chinese girl again!"

"Oh?" Amanda asked, pushing herself up, to sit astride me. I could see her move her arms to cover her breasts for a moment, and then, intentionally, move them away, leaving herself completely exposed. "You didn't like her?"

"What was to like? She was a damn sex machine, and she wasn't quiet about it. I could hear her even through the bedroom windows, when she was having sex with him." She emphasized him, as if my name was a dirty word to avoid.

"You didn't approve of him having sex with his temporary wife," Amanda asked softly?

"He wasn't married to her, so why should they have had sex at all?"

"Well, that was part of the agreed intent. He was supposed to enjoy what she had to offer, and from what I heard, he had plenty to enjoy."

"And you're good with that? Him having sex with that little Chinese girl day and night?"

"Oh come now, day and night?" Amanda asked.

"It sure seemed like it!"

Amanda did something I didn't expect in the least. She chuckled softly. "Really Martha? You sure you weren't just jealous, maybe that John wasn't giving it to you that way?"

I could see the scowl on her face as she stood with her arms crossed over her chest. "NO! I'm not jealous. And you! Look at you. Sitting out here having sex for anyone to see? Aren't you ashamed of yourself? The Amanda I know would be!"

"The Amanda you knew, would have been. Am I ashamed, no. I'm doing what I need to do, to improve my relationship with my husband. Am I a little bit embarrassed being out here arguing with you, naked, yes. Am I ashamed? Not in the least. I'm trying to learn to like things that will bring a life back to our relationship. I completely underestimated how important a loving, sensual and sexual relationship can be. I want that back. I want that back with Barry, not with someone else who hasn't been through life with me." She looked back down at me, and smiled. "This is where I belong. Now I need to learn to do what it takes to stay here."

"Even if that means having sex, naked, in the back yard?"

She looked back at Martha. "Even if it means having sex naked in the middle of the street."

"I don't get you."

Amanda shook her head. "Martha, I spent three days with a man that used me as a tool to get ahead. A man that cared nothing for me except how I could help advance his career, even if it meant offering his own wife up to a client for sex, just to close the deal. That is something that Barry would never even think of doing. He would never humiliate and degrade me that way. He would bend over backwards to protect me and shield me from that kind of humiliation. I'd lost sight of just what kind of Barry was. I was trying to change him and what I didn't see, was that he was already exactly what I needed."

"I'll tell you what kind of man he is. He's a sex crazed...dick! He even spied on John and me having sex in our own yard with that little floozie of his!"

Amanda laughed. "God Martha. Listen to yourself. You're standing there complaining that he saw you having sex in your yard, and what the hell are you doing now?" She huffed, turned and ducked under the bushes again, into her own yard. "Was she always that much of a stuck up..."

"Bitch? Oh yeah. You just never saw it." I chuckled, as I pulled her back down to lay on me again.

"I should have flashed your dick at her." She giggled.

"Actually, Liang did just that." I answered with a soft laugh, remembering how she reacted. "But John did manage to get her into the yard after dark and have sex with her. That's what we watched."

"I'm surprised he could get her to do it."

"Me too. But he did. Now, where were we?"

"I think you were about to give me a loud, screaming orgasm." She grinned.

"That what you want?"

"Uh huh."

We uncoupled, rearranged ourselves so she was on the bottom and I was above her. Instead of going right back to screwing, I lowered my head between her legs, intent on using a few tricks I'd learned in the last week. I kissed her soft pussy lips and then slowly licked her slit, tasting her juices and teasing the tip of my tongue across her clit. She moaned loudly, clearly not trying to be quiet, like she usually did. Her moans and gasps encouraged me more. I used my tongue to tease her clit while I slipped two fingers into her sopping wet pussy, curling them up and stroking the tips along her vaginal wall.

"Oh my God Barry!" She squealed, as I teased her in ways that I hadn't had a chance to do in way too many years. Her hips lifted toward my face as I stroked my fingers in and out of her, seeking out and finding that perfect spot deep in her vagina. "OH SHIT!" she cried as my fingers slipped across that bundle of nerves. I pressed my finger tip against it as I rubbed and at the same time flicked my tongue, rapid fire, across her hard little clit. "OH GOD! You're going to make me come!" She cried loudly, as I assaulted her pussy. I felt her vagina clench around my fingers and knew I had hit the jackpot. I licked her clit and plunged my fingers in and out of her, as her climax grew, waiting for that perfect moment. I felt her body start to ease, start to relax the slightest bit, and knew it was time for more. I pulled my face from her pussy and climbed up her body. I aimed my cock at her pussy and thrust it into her sopping wet depths in one strong thrust. "OH SHIT!" she screamed, as my dick plunged into her. I started pumping my hips, driving my dick hard, in and out of her, feeling her climax reignite, her pussy once again spasming, but this time around my cock. In and out I thrust, feeling her tightness as I worked myself closer and closer to coming. She lifted and spread her legs wide, crying out for me to keep fucking her, her climax growing to new heights, as my own inched nearer and nearer.

"Oh shit," I grunted, as my climax pushed itself into being. My body spasmed and I started pumping shot after shot of cum into her, as I lay on top of her, panting, my body jerking, as she trembled and shuddered under me. I lost track of how long we lay that way, both of us climaxing in unison, until both of us started to relax. She used her hands to move my face to hers, aiming out mouths together. We tried to kiss and pant at the same time, both of us struggling for breath, before we both broke down into giggles at the attempt.

"Have you always been this good at sex?" She asked breathlessly.

"I have to admit, I might have learned a new trick or two."

"Well, something good came out of it then." She said, before letting her look turn serious. "Barry. Are you sure you still love me? After what I did?"

"I've always loved you. I just didn't realize how much until I was having sex with other women, wishing it was you."

"You did?"

"Yeah. I did. It seemed like every time I got done fucking someone, I felt guilty that it wasn't you."

"Aww, that's sweet. I kinda wish you hadn't been quite so prolific in your partners, but I understand why. Rachel told me flat out that part of Liang's job, was to get you to have sex with as many women as she could, even if she had to offer them money. She wanted you to realize that sex isn't the only thing that makes up a relationship. It sorta sounds like it might have worked."

"I actually told one young lady exactly that. That relationships are more than just sex. Sex is part of it, but it can't be all of it. I think I told Laing that too."

"It's good advice." She said pulling me down into a hug. "but it doesn't go far enough. A relationship without meaningful sex is just as bad. And I think that's what I was forcing on you."

"Well, we can fix that!"

"I think we already started that part," she giggled.

---o---

The rest of the day, and evening, were spent trying to make some sense of where we stood. At her request, I told her about every sexual encounter I could remember from the week, in detail, and she in turn told me about every time she had been with her boss, finally admitting that he had, on one occasion, stuck his dick into her for a few moments, fucking her for just a very few strokes, because he was already so close, from rubbing it against her pussy. He pulled out before he came so there would be no evidence of it later, though she admitted that after he came, he slipped it back in again, probably leaving some of the remnants inside her. She also admitted that she hadn't told me because she was concerned about what I would do when I found out, not violently, but publicly. That was before we reached the point, that she considered the point of no return. Though she said she hadn't had sex with him after that one time, and she wouldn't expound further. I told her exactly what I thought of the man. It was the chase, that excited him. Chasing another man's wife, coaxing her slowly, to give herself to him, by her own choice. He was a lawyer, and a good one. He'd know exactly what he could say and do, that wouldn't push over the line to sexual harassment. He used that on her, slowly, over several years, breaking down her resistance, until she offered herself to him, putting her in the position of being the sexual initiator, not him. Reluctantly, she admitted that was probably true.

---o---

We woke in the morning, snuggled together, both of us still naked. I felt her soft breast in my hand and kissed the back of her neck. It was Saturday morning, and if everything had gone as expected, I would be taking Liang back to Rachel's and my wife wouldn't be laying here in my arms, but preparing divorce paperwork. But that isn't how things went. Instead I was laying, spooned with my naked wife, her tit in my hand and my dick hardening and trying to push between her thighs, something we hadn't done or shared in almost two years, and I never really expected to do again with her.

"I know what you want." She whispered, letting me know she was awake and felt me. "Would you be terribly disappointed if I asked you to hold that thought until later?"

"Hold the thought until how much later?"

She rolled over in my arms and faced me, moving my hand back to her breast so I'd know she wasn't rejecting my touch. She gave me a soft kiss on the lips, and then laid looking into my eyes, like we used to so many years ago. "I have something I want to do, and I need you to have a good full load ready for me." She whispered, after some seconds. "Trust me when I say you'll enjoy it. And if you choose not to do what I'll be suggesting, I'll let you undress me and have sex with me anywhere you want, without complaint."

"Even if it's in the middle of the street?"

"If that's what you want, yes."

"Alright. I'll bite. What is it?"

She grinned a very naughty little grin. "You remember that day, that Kayle stripped her suit off at the lake and accused her husband of playing with me? Well, he was. He didn't just have his hand between my legs, he had his finger stuck in my pussy, trying to finger fuck me to climax right in front of you."

"I suspected something along those lines. But you didn't tell me that last night."

"No. I didn't. Because I stopped describing things on purpose. I started to get this idea, and I didn't want to spoil it. But now, I think you should know."

"Why is that?"

"Because I'm going to try and give you a chance to have Albert pay the bill for that."

"Pay the bill?"

"Albert golfs every Saturday morning, leaving Kayle home alone."

"And?"

"And how would you like to see Kayle naked again, only this time with my permission to do whatever you want with her?"

"Why would she want to do anything with me?"

"If I read her right, after I tell her what I know, she'll be in a very vindictive mood and be more than willing to let you take her, in a very public way."

"Okay. I'll play along."

"Good. How about we go down and get some breakfast and then you can pick which of those new dresses for me to wear?"

"Sure," I agreed, "I haven't seen you cook naked for...damn...years?"

"Did she cook naked for you?"

"She did everything she could naked."

"Then naked it is."

It didn't take long for us to head down to the kitchen, though not before Amanda called Kayle and suggested that they should meet at the office around ten. With that set, she set about cooking me a very nice breakfast of sausage and eggs, which we shared, sitting as close together as the kitchen chairs would allow. We both ate with one hand feeding ourselves, while our other hand stayed busy in each other's laps. By the time breakfast was done I was horny as hell, but she still wanted me to wait.

She dressed in a powder blue halter dress, that was so loose fitting, that if she bent over, the top would gap away and completely expose both of her sexy C cup boobs. She paused after dressing to show me that if she undid the neck strap, the dress, already riding so low on her rear that her butt crack was almost showing, would slide all the way down, leaving her completely naked. With her dressed in only that dress, and some high heels, I drove her to her office. True to her word, the first thing she did was to type out a letter or resignation, and then start packing the boxes she had me bring along.

Kayle showed up a few minutes before ten and knocked on the office door. "Kayle! Hello!" she said brightly.

"Hello. You said you needed to talk about my husband?" She asked tentatively.

"We do. Let's go down to the conference room though. Things are a little messy here."

"Are you moving offices?"

"Yes, and no. I'm leaving the firm."

"And this has something to do with Albert?"

"Oh, yes. But also, it has a lot to do with me. Come on, let's go get comfortable and talk." Amanda said, coaxing her out of the office. I followed and the three of us sat down, with the door closed, to talk.

"So, I first want to apologize. I have been very unfair to you, and I want to make it clear that I should have seen what was going on long before this and stopped it."

"And what exactly is that?"

"Your husband is a very good lawyer. He knows the law extremely well and he is as sneaky and conniving as any lawyer I have ever met. He likes to chase women, but he also knows how to protect himself. Barry actually saw it long before I did. Albert knows exactly how to make things happen, so that the woman becomes the sexual instigator, not him. He can't be accused of sexual harassment, if the woman is coming on to him, now can he?"

"I suppose not."

"Well, that's exactly what he does. Innocent comments in public places, that leave little thoughts in your head, like a comment about what some woman is wearing, leading to understand that he likes the look. Another comment about something you have on that is complimentary in an offhand way. Individually the comments are totally innocent. But after many of them, a woman starts to build a picture in her mind. She starts to see him as wanting something, but being unable to ask for it. And if she just finds the right way to entice him, he'd probably appreciate it, maybe in more substantial ways, if you know what I mean."

"I'm pretty sure I do."

"Well, it worked. It started as innocent little things. While on a business trip, keeping the conversation going, while I changed into my bikini, at first through a bathroom door, then with the door open and then even right in front of him. That took months, but it happened. I then suggested that he change at the same time, again, at first through the bathroom door, and then, in front of each other. Then we'd get undressed and touch ourselves in front of each other, and then, one day, I started touching him and inviting him to touch me back. That's about where we were at the lake. You were right. He had his hand inside my swim suit and his finger in my pussy, trying to make me climax, right in front of Barry. You startled him though, stripping and threatening him the way you did."

"I knew it!" she snapped, anger showing in her face.

"You did. But that didn't stop him. Eventually he 'paid me back' for giving him a blow job by licking me to climax, and then, well, the next time I let him rub his dick on my pussy to make both of us climax together. In the middle of it there was no doubt that I wouldn't object to him slipping it inside, just for a few strokes, pulling it out to come all over me before putting it back in again. We weren't really cheating on our spouses if he didn't come in me, or so the argument went. I'm still not sure who made that silly suggestion."

"So why are you telling me this?"

"I don't know if you know, but Barry and I were dangerously close to divorce. He pleaded with me to try one last round of counseling. I didn't want to, but I agreed. The counselor did something extremely unusual. She made us spend a week with what we described as our perfect spouse. As such, I got fixed up with a man that was completely consumed with his career and advancement. I was to be his wife, in all the ways that mattered, to experience what a man of that nature was like. She selected a man that represented everything that I complained Barry wasn't, and absolutely none of the things he was."

"Wait, wife in all the ways that mattered, including sex?"

"Including sex. Since we were going to be officially separated at the end of the week, it was no big deal, or so I thought. It turned out, that he was getting divorced from his wife, because he had suggested to her, what he actually did to me. He used me, used my body, as a way to put his client over a barrel. He dressed me provocatively, and when the client got handsy with me, he didn't object, which let the client believe that whatever went was fine. And the client did what he wanted, including to have sex with me. Once the deed was done, the client was led to believe that he had choices. Sign the contract and continue to enjoy the perks of having him as his agent, or be accused of sexual assault. It was a masterful piece of manipulation."

"So, this client had sex with you, to advance your supposed husband's career?"

"That's the size of it. As I stood in the shower, trying to wash off the dirtiness and humiliation I felt, I realized that I was doing the same thing with Albert. He let me believe, that if I wanted to be promoted, I could help my cause by being flirtier and more sensual with him. He never said it, but I knew that was what he was thinking, from all those innocent comments he made over months and months. And I was right there. I was ready to do something I'd never done, to try and please him and gain that promotion to full partner."