I took a deep breath and looked at Drew. His posture in the chair had changed to a slump, and his face went into a blank stare.
Mr Lowry commented first, "Drew, are you alright?"
"I feel tired, is all," Drew said.
"This is how it starts, and he'll get worse," I growled.
"I'm fine!" Drew retorted.
"Relax, Drew. Continue, Beth." Mr Lowry said.
"Anyway, Drew was suggestive after that day. He asked me if we should invite Alex for more than a kiss. It excited me and terrified me at the same time. Yet, Drew changed; he started going to work later and later, although he went to bed earlier each night. Sex was more on my mind, and we did have some. It wasn't as good as that day, but still, it was enjoyable for me.
The following week, he started bringing home half of his lunches uneaten, which caused me to panic. On Wednesday, I called his number one, Rick, at work. Rick told me Drew hadn't been going to the gym for a while and was taking naps in his office.
After that phone call, I needed to talk to someone. I saw that my neighbor across the street was home. Kitera was always happy, and I needed to be happy. Her husband, Mark, walked out the door just as I walked up. He told me to go right in, so I did.
Mark works as a handyman in the area, and people have told me he did great work, but I have yet to use him. Anyway, Kitera was her usual happy self in the kitchen. Her bright white smile was in direct contrast to her black skin. Her yellow sundress made me think of the sun. I know I went there to talk about Drew, but she made me feel so at ease that I started talking about myself. It was like a damn had burst in me, and Kitera just asked more questions until both of us were sitting on the couch talking about things, then sex.
Then she dropped a bomb. She said, 'I asked Drew if I could give him a blow job, and he turned me down. Said you would never approve of it.'
What about Mark? I asked.
She said,' Oh, we have fun with others; it's our thing. You said you kissed that boy, and Drew was responsive. We take it to another level. Mark is kind of a bad boy, and I.... I'm a naughty girl. Rrrrrr!'
An image in my head of Kitera sucking my husband's cock formed. 'Is that all you want to do with Drew?' I asked, but I knew just looking at her smile.
'I know Mark would love to taste you. I tease him sometimes that you are just across the street.' Kitera said.
'So you would with Drew? I mean, like, go all the way?'
Her smile disappeared,' Interesting, I suggested Mark, but how does that make you feel? Drew's dick, in my pussy, throbbing and pulsing. Tell me, Beth, how would that make you feel if you could see him inside me?'
'Jealous, angry....excited.' I confessed. Kitera took my hand off my right boob. I had been squeezing it unconsciously. She pulled my index finger from the rest.
'Drew's dick,' she said and put my finger in her mouth and started sucking on it.
My breathing increased as my imagination flew. Excitement flowed through me. I closed my eyes, but I felt my finger going in and out as Kitera sucked on the digit.
With my eyes closed, Kitera massaged my breast right through my blouse. It was just a minute, and with the image in my mind, the feelings from my chest were too much. I orgasmed, clenching my teeth so I wouldn't scream. When I finally calmed down, Kitera kissed me on the cheek.
'Did we just have sex?' I asked her.
'Well, you did, it seems. I need a little more stimulation for my kitty for me to consider it sex.' She said.
There was silence for a long time. I didn't feel pressured by Kitera, but I needed to know. 'How?' I asked.
'She told me, Tell him what you felt today, and bring him over tomorrow night at seven.' We made plans.
I felt guilty about the experience and tried to tell Drew about it, but he didn't listen. He seemed tired."
"So, did you listen, Drew?" Mr Lowry asked.
"Uh, no. My head was fuzzy then, like now. I'll be okay. Maybe if you have some coffee or something?" Drew asked.
"Cream or sugar?" Mr Lowry asked. "Black," I said.
I watched my husband as Mr Lowry called his secretary for some coffee. Drew was massaging his head. He drank the coffee down as his life depended on it. Its effects didn't last long.
"So, Drew, do you want to tell me about the meeting with the neighbors? Beth has been sharing so far." Mr Lowry said.
"Beth played cards and somehow I was on the couch with Kitera. I don't remember the details." Drew said.
My Lowry sighed, "Beth, I think you are right. I've seen men have heart attacks, and I don't think it's that. Plus, your husband is in great shape. I've got an idea. Why don't you tell me about the meeting with the neighbors? I can guarantee he'll see a doctor today. I promise you."
I nodded my head and said. "Anything. I'm just worried about him."
I took another deep breath, "So, we had dinner, and he had more energy than Thursday night to start. He had been getting lots of rest, so I assumed it was over. He was very pliable, which was unusual. He got a shower, and I had some brown shorts and a green T-shirt picked out for him. I wore a blue halter and lighter blue shorts that night myself.
He looked good, but I was anxious that nothing would happen. As we started across the street, Drew said, 'Maybe we should postpone this. I'm starting to feel weird.'
I took his hand and pulled him behind me to their house. 'You are not ruining tonight for me. I promised Kitera I was playing Mark's card game with him.' 'What am I doing?' Drew asked. 'Oh, Kitera is going to show her trip to New York with Mark. You are going to sit there and enjoy it with her.'
'Really?' Drew said as I rang the doorbell.
'If something else comes up, just go with it.' I said.
Mark answered the door, not wearing a shirt. His chest was covered in hair, which made his normal white skin look more bear. In tight black shorts, he took me into a hug and spun us halfway around. I could see Drew's expression change. He wasn't angry, just surprised. Mark asked while whispering in my ear, 'Is he mad?' Mark is a handsome man. He's never flirted with me or even hugged me before. I didn't feel any attraction to him until that moment. When I encountered Mark in the street or the store, he was always lovely and was a ghost to me.
'No.' I said out loud. Mark grabbed my ass, squeezed, let me go. Mark then shook hands with Drew. He closed the door behind Drew.
'In the living room!' Kitera yelled. Again, I had to pull Drew there.
I froze as I looked at Kitera. That night she was wearing a white mini-skirt and a white tube top that barely held her boobs. Her black skin in that outfit was exotic. I felt drab in comparison. She was playing with the remote on their giant TV, and although I could feel the AC when I walked in, I felt hot.
'I have the game all set up.' Mark announced from the table at one end of the room.
I pushed Drew to the couch to sit down. He said, 'I.. I.. I'm okay.' So I left him and sat across from Mark, where I could see the couch and the TV.
'Do you want anything to drink?' Kitera asked Drew. Drew declined.
I started paying attention to the card game Battle Line. Mark explained it to me for about fifteen minutes while we did some practice moves.
The TV initially showed Kitera moving through New York. It morphed into short video clips of her kissing Mark in the hotel room. Mark and I were about halfway into the game when I saw Drew jump from the couch. Kitera pulled him back down to the couch. 'Relax, it's just getting to the good parts, ' she said.
The volume on the TV rose a little. 'Stop.' Mark said to me softly.
'Huh.' I said.
'You don't have to do this. It can be painful to watch your partner fuck someone else.' Mark told me but didn't put down a card, pausing the game.
The video on the screen was now Mark fucking Kitera. The contrast between the two was dynamic. I was mesmerized by it.
