Author's Note: This is another
FICTIONAL story
. All characters in the story are
FICTIONAL
with the exception of my wife and I. All of the actions and conversations in this story are
FICTIONAL
.
It had been eight months since I was released from hospital but I was still struggling to gain weight and build my energy level up. I was annoyed that, despite many visits to various doctors, nobody knew what had happened to me. Nonetheless, I knew that I had a lot to be grateful for. My wife had stuck by me and my boss was still paying me as if I was still working. I was also grateful to Darby for flying his doctor friend up from the US to see if he could help. His suggested change to my medication when I was in hospital may or may not have helped but, as far as I was concerned, he saved my life.
Darby had also had some gym equipment installed in our basement and my wife was still using it twice a day. I was also using it but I quickly became exhausted and had to stop. My sessions generally lasted only fifteen minutes or so whereas my wife did two hour and a half workouts every day. She looked much younger than her fifty-two years.
My days generally followed the same pattern. I would sit on the sofa to watch the news and then read but I would sometimes fall asleep before I'd read a dozen or so pages. When I woke up it wasn't unusual to see my wife watching porn on her laptop. Her porn of choice invariably consisted of white women stripping for black guys and then getting ganged by them.
One afternoon when I woke up, I saw that she was watching porn again.
"It's been a while hasn't it?" I asked.
She was a little startled. "What has been a while?" she asked.
"Since you had some fun. You want to be used and abused again don't you?"
"Used but not abused. Well, maybe abused a little." She giggled.
"Why don't you give Darby a call?"
"Maybe. I don't know."
She got up and went to the fridge to get me a protein drink. I decided that I was going to find a video similar to the ones that she had been watching and send the link to Darby and see if he could set something up. I knew which porn site she usually watched and I found a video on a different site that I thought fit the bill. I hoped that the video was exclusive to the site I found it on.
The video showed a wimpy husband taking his attractive wife into a club. Turns out the club was full of black guys and she gets well and truly fucked. I qualified as the wimpy husband. My wife reckoned jokingly that the neighbours four-year-old kid could beat me up. She certainly qualified as the attractive wife.
I sent the link to the video to Darby and a few days later he responded. It turned out that his daughter Ronnie and son-in-law Marcus taken advantage of a couple of foreclosures and now owned another bar and an establishment that they referred to as the Caribbean Culture Club. The club contained a gym, sauna and boxing ring as well as a reading room, a ten-seat movie theatre and a kitchen that served mainly Caribbean food. The parts that I was interested were the dance floor and an area that contained several armchairs and large sofas. It was an area very similar to what I saw in the video.
A few days later when Janice was out doing the grocery shopping, I had a quick conversation with Darby. He suggested that we leave it a couple of weeks but then he would call her to ask how I was doing and, if she said I was ok, he would invite us to the club for dinner one evening.
It was about three weeks later that Darby called. I couldn't hear what he was saying but when I heard Janice say "Oh, he's ok. He's still sleeps sometimes during the day but I think he's starting to get a bit more active" I knew that the invitation was about to be made.
"I'll think about it." Janice replied.
When she hung up the phone I asked as innocently as possible "Who was that?"
"It was Darby. Evidently Ronnie and Marcus have bought some kind of club and he has invited us to dinner there one evening."
"Do you want to go?" I asked.
"Do you feel up to it?" she replied.
"Well, it's been such a long time since we've been out. I doubt that I could eat much but it would be nice to get out for once."
"Ok, I'll call him back and fix a time and date."
A couple of days later she told me that we were to be at the club at 7.30 on a Wednesday evening exactly two weeks from now. She had the name and address of the club and we searched it on the web. She seemed to like the pictures of the inside of the club and looked happy to be going out for an evening.
"If you get tired or don't feel well when we are there you have to let me know and we'll come home. I know Darby will understand."
"I hope I'll be ok but I'll tell you if I'm not." I agreed.
