Three days have now passed since the events of Chapter 1. Susan and Marcus have had sex at least once a day since then. Although she still socializes with the rest of the housewives on the block, she has been careful to keep their trysts a secret. The story picks up Thursday night, after another bout of hot, steamy sex.
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Chapter 2: Three's Company
Marcus and Susan lay in bed, snuggled tightly under the covers. It had been three days since their first fling together, and it was only through a wide open gash in Susan's pre-nuptial agreement (because the word 'loophole' does not even begin to do it justice) that they were able to keep seeing each other without the threat of ending her marriage. "You want to hear something strange?" Susan asked.
"What's that?"
"Ever since Tuesday night, Randall has stayed home with us every night."
Marcus couldn't help but laugh. "What did you say?"
"He hasn't gone to see his other woman at all this week. I don't know if it's because he's sorry, or what."
"A piece of advice: People are never sorry for having affairs. A person can be legitimately sorry if he or she sleeps with someone else one time. An affair is more than just a one-night stand though, or something done under the influence of alcohol. If a person acts like he or she feels guilty over having had an affair, they're not lamenting the affair itself, just the fact that he or she got caught."
Susan sat up. "You certainly are a wise man. Do you know I don't even know how old you are?"
"That's OK, it's mutual."
"Well, would you like to know?"
"No lies, though."
"Of course not. I'm 46. Now it's your turn."
"I just had my 26th birthday three months ago."
Susan was so shocked she fell back to the bed laughing. Not only was she having the best sex of her life, but she was having it with someone young enough to be her own son. "Oh well, such is life sometimes," Susan sighed.
"Speaking of kids, how old are yours?"
"Tyler's fifteen, and Lynn is eight."
"Oh OK... well spaced out... great idea."
"Do you have any kids yet?"
"No, not yet. Natalie wants to get out of the Army first."
"How'd the two of you meet?"
"Well, we ended up being stationed together in Italy together. We got there on the same day about four years ago, and once we met we were pretty much inseparable. We hadn't really thought about marriage until about three years ago, when deployment rumors started swirling. This was around the summer of '02 and we'd been together about a year and a half, we figured it was better done sooner than later, because we'd be relocating shortly after returning from any deployments. So we got married, and we were glad we did, because two months later we were over in Iraq. We spent a year there, then went back to Italy. The rest of my term went well, but she still had a year and change left when time came for me to get out so she ended up getting deployed again. Before deploying, she said she wanted to buy our house, so that I could stay there, make any needed repairs, decorate, blah blah blah. This is, in a nutshell, how you ended up in our house in bed with me."
"Interesting… very interesting." They made small talk for a little while longer until Susan decided it was time to go home. Marcus watched her as she got dressed and accompanied her to the front door.
"Your wife sounds like a wonderful woman, although I wonder what she'd do if she knew you were having sex with another woman."
"She does know. What, you thought you were the first?"
"What?!"
"Natalie and I have what is commonly defined as an open marriage. If she wants to sleep with another man, or woman for that matter, she is more than free to do so. Just like I can help myself to all the women I can pick up. We even send each other photos and videos sometimes."
Now Susan was a little nervous. "You haven't sent her anything with me in it, have you?"
"No, but I've almost got enough footage. In fact, I wanted to ask you if you wanted to stay with me this weekend to go over it."
"How? How'd you turn the cameras on without me knowing?"
"I possess the technological means to observe any place at any time. Think I can't do the same in my own house? Every moment of every day is recorded in this house; all I have to do is edit the tape."
"Uh huh...well, I guess it won't do me any good wondering about it. But back to this weekend: that would be perfect. The kids are going to their grandmother's house until Sunday."
"All right, then I look forward to seeing you tomorrow night."
They kissed deeply for several moments before Susan left, squeezing Marcus' dick as she left. "Maybe earlier; I might not be able to last until then without this!" She bounced down the steps and across the street to her own house. She quietly unlocked the door and slipped inside, concerned more for hiding from her children than her husband. She made her way upstairs and into bed without as much as a peep.
The next morning Susan kissed her kids and husband goodbye for the weekend. Randall knew of her plans, so he had made arrangements to stay with his mistress until he had to pick the kids up Sunday night. Their car pulled out of the garage and down the street. Shortly afterwards, there was a knock on the door. She opened it, and her friend Marianne Washington nearly pushed her over trying to get inside. "Um, hi Marianne... is everything all right?"
The forty-two-year-old woman glared at Susan, her eyes full of rage. "You...filthy...slut! I saw you coming out of that house last night, late last night. Now you had better come clean or I will tell your husband and you will lose everything! Then I'm going to tell-"
"Honey, Randall knows about me and Marcus." Susan couldn't believe what she had just said, but it felt good. Marcus had self-confidence to spare; perhaps he had imparted some of it to her. Plus, Marianne lived right next door to Marcus, so it wasn't that hard to believe that she'd seen her.
"What? You've got to be kidding me!"
"No, I'm not. He found out and almost tried to divorce me, but thanks to a little clause in our pre-nup he decided that wouldn't be the wisest decision."
"I can't believe what I'm hearing. Why? Why are you sleeping with him?"
"For one simple reason: I NEED SEX! You cannot even begin to comprehend how it felt to be made love to for the first time in years. Let me ask you something: When was the last time you and Nathan had sex?"
"My sex life with my husband is none of your business!"
"Do you even really have one? How many nights a week does he call to say he's working late? How many times has he come home, ripe with the smell of another woman on him? Hell, when was the last time you even slept in the same bed together?"
"I'm leaving, and I'm telling the whole group about you! You better hope he never moves away, because you'll never have another friend in this town again!" She stormed out to leave, but Susan calmly took her by the arm. "Sit down, please. Let me make you some coffee and we'll talk about this."
Begrudgingly Marianne complied, and Susan set about making the coffee. "Would you excuse me for a moment? I have to go upstairs."
"Sure, I'll watch the coffee."
Susan went upstairs to her bedroom closing the door behind her. She quickly dialed up Marcus' number, and after a few rings, he answered. "Hello?"
"Hi, it's me."
"Hey, what's up?"
"Listen, do you have anything on Nathan Washington?"
"Yeah, I've got a tape with about an hour's worth of stuff on it, why?"
"OK, here's the deal: I'm got his wife at my place. Bring his tape over here, and ours also."
"All right, just give me a minute."
"Thank you so much! Bye bye!" Susan hung up and rejoined her guest. The two women leisurely sipped coffee and chatted until the doorbell rang. On the other side of it was Marcus, as Susan had expected. She and Marcus shared a quick kiss before he extended his hand to Marianne. She refused, saying coldly, "I know who you are."
"Well, so much for pleasant introductions. Listen, Marianne, on this tape is some pretty disturbing content. I wouldn't advise you watching it unless you're ready to accept the truth." He put the tape into Susan's VCR and handed Marianne the remote control. He and Susan stepped back while waiting for Marianne to make a decision. After an eternity of thought, she finally hit the play button. An image came up of her husband's office. He was in a meeting with someone, nothing out of the ordinary. She did notice him seated uncomfortably close to his desk, but still though nothing of it. After a few brief moments the visitor left, and Nathan was seen sliding back from his desk with his fly undone, and from underneath emerged a naked young woman. Apparently she had been blowing him during his conference, because she brought him to orgasm in no time. They continued having sex for several minutes before Marianne decided she had seen enough. She turned the tape off and remained seated on the couch, with a faraway look in her eyes. Susan sat next to her friend, offering her a shoulder to cry on, but strangely enough no tears came. "Well, at least I know why he's always home on time from work. He came home one night a few years ago smelling like he had put in a day in the perfume aisle. He swore he'd never do it again, but I never saw any reason to believe him. You asked me a question earlier; we haven't even slept in the same bed since then. I've had to start keeping my nails rounded, I used to masturbate so much. I'm so tight, I could probably stick a needle in my vagina and it wouldn't fall out." Marianne's head sank. "I don't know what to do; I mean I do still love him, plus our kids would be devastated if we got divorced."
Susan put an arm around Marianne. "I understand that, but let me tell you something that I realized a few days ago. When people get married, they have a responsibility to see to each other's needs. All of them, not just physically. However, if a man is neglecting his wife's needs, she has two choices: a) stew in an unfulfilled silence, or b) see to her needs herself. Now I understand how you feel towards your marriage, but what I can't understand is how someone can keep an unrequited loyalty to someone who doesn't seem to share the same feelings?
Before Marianne could answer, Marcus chimed in, "This might not be the best time to ask this, but when was the last time you actually had an orgasm?"
Marianne's jaw hit the floor. She couldn't believe that a complete stranger had the gall to ask her this, and if he thought he was going to have his way with her the way he had with Susan, then he was dead wrong. She began to give him a piece of her mind, but Marcus was already halfway out the door. "If it's been less than say, six months, I suggest you get one, and get one soon. They can be extremely therapeutic."
"What are you, a sex therapist?"
"Well, I do have a Ph.D. in Fuckonomics 117. You two have a good day." With those words and a wink Marcus left the two ladies alone. Immediately Marianne railed him: "The nerve of that man! To try and convince me to actually cheat on my husband! And shame on you for helping him!"
"Actually, he never did that, nor did I."
"'An unfulfilled woman should look after her own needs?' That is what you said, if I'm not mistaken."
"That is what I did say. What I did not say was how you should go about doing it."
"And telling me to have an orgasm, talking about how 'therapeutic' they are..."
"Whooo... honey, you have no idea."
