Once again, a reminder that while the story is a Gay Male story, it contains scenes between men and women, and that some of the material involves a degree of domination, submission and humiliation.
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The lime green swim trunks that Diane had hung over the curtain bar of the shower to dry last night were still there, and to Paul Lombardo they were an unnecessary reminder of not only what happened last night, but of what was going to happen later in the day.
Probably the end of my marriage, thought Paul as he reached up and took the trunks off of the bar and brought them to his face so that he could take in the scent of the man who had been wearing them last night.
The heady brew of body oil and manliness greeted his senses as he took a deep inhale, much like his wife Diane had done last night when she had taken the trunks off of the arm of the chair in the bedroom.
Paul had been following Diane as she walked down the hall, and although he took a step into the bedroom, he decided to go get a pair of boxer shorts to wear first, and it was then that he saw his wife.
Paul had stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Diane bring the worn garment to her face, and he could swear he could see her body quiver as she buried her nose into the inside of the trunks. He stepped back quickly before Diane could turn around and see him there, but the image remained.
What was it about this man Rawle Johnson, he wondered? What kind of magnetism could he possess that would take a prim and proper 38 year old school teacher and turn her into the woman she had become last night? Maybe it was this body oil, Paul thought with a cynical smile? Was it some kind of magical aroma that made people lose their minds and morals?
That was silly, of course, but there was no denying that some men have a certain something that makes them irresistible to people, and he himself knew that right after Rawle Johnson had taken over down at work, he had awakened feelings inside of him - some rekindling old memories of things done as a youth while other feelings were of a nature Paul didn't know existed within him.
Paul set the trunks down and went around the corner to the bedroom, when little Diane was still sleeping. They had been experiencing wild sex in recent days, more reminiscent of their newlywed days than of recent years, and it was all due to Rawle Johnson.
Thanks, Mr. Johnson, Paul thought sarcastically. You managed to revitalize my marriage and probably destroy it without even trying. The guy didn't even like Diane, and certainly didn't like me, he knew. The way he ridiculed Diane, mocking her tiny breasts much like he had mocked my body, but then again the way he looked at Diane - that wasn't the way a man looks at a woman he finds unattractive.
Poor girl, Paul thought. Tonight she would probably be in that very bed, and experiencing things that she had never dreamed of. She would have orgasms the likes of which she never had or never would with me, and I will be there, not long allowing it but encouraging and maybe even participating.
"It's what I wanted," Paul mumbled to himself. I wanted to do all of the things that I had done with Mr. Johnson - maybe not consciously but obviously subconsciously - and I had wanted him to join us in our bed in the same way.
But now, now that it was really about to happen? Nothing seemed the same now, and it was like being on a roller coater as the car inched toward the top on the highest rise, and there was no way to stop the inevitable now.
...
"You're as nervous as I am," Paul said as he stepped behind his wife, who was puttering around the kitchen, cleaning things that she had already cleaned before, and when he put his hands around her he could feel her fear.
"No - it's just a cookout," she said, shrugging off any suggestions that her hopping around like a hummingbird was normal, but while it was her nature to get a bit jittery at times, she was way beyond that.
"No it isn't honey," Paul said, kissing her on the back of her neck, noticing that she had on a different bikini - one she probably had back when they first got married - a tiny pink thing that was more revealing than anything she would ever wear in front of anyone. "You know it and I know it."
Diane said nothing at first but stopped what she was doing and looked out the window at the backyard; at the deck, the grill, the picnic table and the pool where their "party" would take place, and then she nodded slowly.
"I know," she whispered.
Hearing Diane agree was not what Paul was expecting. He had expected her to just keep shrugging it off, but hearing her admit that what he sensed and felt was real was sobering, and proved that if he were delusional he was not alone.
"Honey, I have to tell you something," Paul said, unable to keep living the lie he had lived the last week, hoping that coming clean would somehow help him. "Back before we got married, I did a few things. Things that I never told you about."
"A man gave me a ride, and took me to a secluded place and made me suck his dick," Paul related. "At least that was the way I always remember it, but in fact he only suggested I do it, and that was after he had gone down on me."
"Did you like it?" Diane asked.
"Yes," Paul admitted. "I wasn't too good with girls at that point anyway, but I did like it and I knew that if the opportunity ever presented itself, I would probably do it again."
"You should save this story," Diane said, wiggling her butt back into him and relaxing a little. "For our little fantasy times."
"This actually happened though, and you need to know these things," Paul said. "You need to know who you're married to. Anyway, I never did anything else, until the night of my bachelor party."
"Are you going to tell me that you had sex with that stripper?" Diane asked, looking back at him with sadness in her eyes. "I heard that the guys hired one."
"No, nothing like that," Paul said. "I swear, I've never done anything with another woman since we started dating. I swear to you."
"Good," Diane said. "Keep going with your story, because not only isn't it bad, but it's making me tingle."
"Well, after the bachelor party broke up one of the guys brought me home because I was a little drunk. The other guy said he was too, so I suggested he crash on the couch, but somehow we both ended up in my bed."
"Omigod. Was it somebody in the wedding party?" Diane chirped, suddenly very animated.
"I can't name names. Let's just say it was somebody that went to my bachelor party."
"So you and him did stuff to each other? With your hands?"
"Yes."
"With your mouths?"
"Yes."
"Omigod, this is so exciting," Diane said, smiling and shaking her crotch into her husband. "I told you how much that seeing those guys together turned me on. Why didn't you tell me this before?"
"Ashamed, I guess," Paul said. "Ashamed to admit to you, and maybe to me, about what goes on inside my head. Thought you'd be disgusted."
"Omigod no. This is so hot. Hey, you weren't married. Thinking about you and another guy sucking each other off - omigod! I'm dying to know who it was, and I'm trying to remember who went to your party."
"Honey," Paul said. "Please."
"Sorry. I guess this new thing of us being honest had really livened up my libido," Diane said.
"Well anyway, at work last week," Paul said. "They have been cracking down on a lot of things lately, and Mr. Johnson..."
"He called," Diane said, her chipper manner disappearing almost immediately at the mention of his name.
"Who?"
"Rawle. While you were at the store before."
"What did he want?"
"At first he was just telling me what he was planning on bringing," Diane explained. "But then the conversation changed. He started talking about last night and about how much fun he had."
"He said that last night."
"There's more," Diane said. "He told me not to tell you he called, so please don't..."
"I won't. Go on."
