After a month of living my separate lives, I couldn't be happier. My relationship with Robert was better than ever, all things considered. Our only concern was his health as things continued to slowly deteriorate on that front. Despite all that, he continued to be loving and in reasonably good spirits. Other than asking how his cousin was doing, he no longer brought up the subject of my relationship with Rachel. He could see how happy it made me and that had always been the benchmark on which he made most marital decisions.
And things with Rachel? Glorious. We continued to fall deeper in love the more time we spent together. And, that consisted of every second we could fit in. On Mondays and Tuesdays, I would drive over to the gym where she worked and take her late morning exercise class. We'd then shower, change and go have lunch. Before I dropped her back at the gym, we'd often find a quiet place for me to suck her pussy. I'd become addicted to it since the first time I'd tasted her. We'd become quite adventurous in the number of places she'd had me go down on her. Some of the more risque locations included multiple changing rooms, bathrooms at the mall and a couple of restaurants. Once, in the dugout of a softball field in a public park. We frequently misused the showers at her gym and worst of all, an empty Sunday School classroom during an Easter Sunday service.
Hellbound lesbian heathens, right?
Wednesday nights we never left her house. We'd either spend them in her hot tub out back or in the playroom upstairs over her garage. Rachel was an expert in Shibari, the art of Japanese rope binding. I'd discovered fairly early in my marriage to Robert that I loved to be bound and suspended with rope. Having my movements restricted and feeling the bite of the rope in my skin as he fucked me from behind was a huge turn on. Whereas Robert was just winging it with basic boating knots and nylon rope, Rachel had mastered things. She used natural ropes made of hemp. They eliminated a lot of the friction burns I ended up with when Robert did things. Imagine being bound and suspended face up with your legs forced apart by ropes, your ankles hogtied to your hands while your Mistress sucks on your clit and fucks you with a large dildo. Not your thing? Well for me it's nirvana.
On Thursday we'd repeat our Monday and Tuesday activities. Friday nights we usually got together with a couple of other lesbian couples into the lifestyle. Most frequently, it was Olivia and Candy. Lacey and Francesca would come sometimes even though they were both between subs. Rather than face being excommunicated from her fellow Dommes, Francesca had chosen to disassociate herself from her sub. No one had seen or heard from Diamond since Candy and I had appeared before the leadership committee as witnesses against her.
Poor Lacey's sub had left her just days before graduating college. She'd used the poor woman to fund her education for four years. About a week before she was scheduled to graduate Lacey came home from work to find her sub had packed her things and moved out. The only remnant the former sub had left behind was the cell phone Lacey had provided her. There was no note saying thank you or fuck you. Nothing.
We even had the honor of having Daisy and Piece visit us one Friday night. I spent most of the night with my head plastered between Daisy's thick thighs while Piece intently watched. The girl stood there with a pen and notepad and took notes. It was surreal, to say the least. I finally gave her some first-hand experience by spending about forty-five minutes licking, sucking and nibbling on her sweet peach. I think the five orgasms I gave her in that time likely did more for her as a practitioner of cunnilingus than anything she wrote in that notebook. It also gave me an excuse to finally be able to play with her exquisite breasts. Daisy had spared no expense in having them done, sending the girl to Miami to a top plastic surgeon.
So, other than Robert's health issues, everything was going great in my two worlds. Their coexistence was going off without a hitch after six weeks. I should have known it wouldn't be that easy.
When I returned home that Sunday night, I recognized my oldest son's SUV sitting in our driveway. My immediate concern was that something had happened to his father. But that couldn't be the case since I was listed as his emergency contact. As I came through the door, I was greeted by my daughter in law Claire. She hugged me and started to say something but was cut-off by my oldest son's voice.
"Where the hell have you been Mom?" he growled, coming from the direction of the kitchen.
Rather than respond to my disrespectful, son I looked back at my daughter in law. Claire has always been a stunningly beautiful girl. Her long, straight black hair and blue eyes made for an extremely attractive combination. And her figure after having two kids was not to be believed. Still, she looked tired and a bit worn. I knew being the mom to two young kids could be that way so I didn't read too much into it at the time.
She'd lost her parents at a young age and grew up in the foster system. She had taken to Robert and me right away, always referring to us as Mom and Dad. She was, essentially, a daughter to us both.
"Where's Robert, Claire? Is he alright?" I asked her.
She never really got the chance to answer. Richard once again butted in demanding to know where I'd been all weekend. I made it clear that until someone told me what was going on in my own house I wouldn't be answering any questions. That's when he dropped a very sarcastic world-ending bomb. (but a bomb nonetheless.) Robert had waited until I'd been gone an hour before calling Richard and asking if he and Claire could be there early Saturday morning. He told them it was important and he was depending on them. When they'd arrived, he had explained how his health had declined to the point where he needed to be in a nursing unit. He said he'd waited until I was out of town to make the move to prevent me from stopping him.
Claire reached out, gently caressed my arm and said, "What he said was he wanted you to be able to live without having to worry about caring for him. He wanted you to be as happy as possible."
The tears pooling in her eyes as she said this finally brought what had happened home for me. I collapsed onto the couch in a state of shock. Claire sat next to me and placed her left arm around my back. Her right hand was still holding mine as she placed her chin on my shoulder and said, "What can we do for you Mom?"
Richard wasn't interested in consoling me, he simply wanted his questions answered. He went on about how if I'd been here with Dad the way I should have been perhaps he wouldn't have felt the need to go. Maybe then he wouldn't have gotten it in his head that he was such a burden. He said a lot of other things as well, but I wasn't listening. All that was running through my head was I needed to talk to Rachel.
"Again Mother, where were you instead of being here taking care of my father like you should have been?" he demanded.
I looked at Claire and said, "I need to call Rachel."
That set Richard off. Apparently in his household, he wasn't used to having his questions ignored. Claire was helping retrieve my purse to get me my phone. He was too busy stomping around and mumbling to himself. He finally grabbed his cell phone and headed outside.
