Jim's alleged friends had repeatedly argued that it shouldn't be the end of his marriage because his loving wife would be surrendering herself to the famous football stud for only one night. All eight of their so called friends had counseled him to acquiesce to his cuckolding. Dee had not specified exactly when Linda would revert to her normal life as a loving wife and devoted mother rather than just another sexual plaything for the famous football player. All that she had told him was that Linda would return to him only after she had indulged in her one night tryst with Marc Lavalliere. When does one night end and the next day begin?
Linda's infidelity was all the more humiliating because of the public prelude. She had eagerly accepted Marc Lavaliere's invitation to dance in front of eight of their closest friends. Their slow dances had been no more intimate than the dancing that the couples often indulged in when dancing with each other's spouses. However; there had been no tacit expectation of monogamy to assuage his anxieties. He had been compelled by precedence and the encouragement of their friends to remain passive as his wife shamelessly allowed the famous footballer to hug her petite body against his massive frame. He had been dissuaded from objecting when Mark Lavalliere's enormous hands wandered first to her shapely butt then to her breasts. He had even been compelled to passively endure his shame as his wife shamelessly allowed another man to passionately kiss her!
Their eight friends along with the barmaid and everyone else in the club had witnessed Linda surrendering herself to the famous footballer. It had been obvious to everyone that while she might have imbibed a bit, she was far from inebriated. It could not be claimed that she was succumbing to temptation only because alcohol had compromised her judgement. About the only thing that his wife might have done to make his cuckolding more publicly humiliating would have been to allow her paramour to actually fuck her right on the dance floor while everyone watched and cheered them on.
Jim yielded to his bladder that was asserting itself. He appraised himself critically as he stood at the toilet to urinate, carefully holding his now flaccid penis between his thumb and only two fingers to insure that he didn't urinate on himself. He had never suffered from delusions. Only when his penis was swollen to its full, five inch glory could Jim console himself with the rationalization that he was almost average.
Holding his penis as he stood at the urinal evoked Jim's memories of that previous, fateful encounter with Marc Lavalliere. They had met about three weeks earlier in the men's locker room at the health club. A furtive glance had revealed that the famous footballer was holding his ebony, male member with a thumb and all four fingers, yet a few inches of the flaccid shaft as well as the foreskin covered glans remained exposed. He was among the lucky few who actually measured up to the reputation. Marc's penis had been bigger when flaccid than Jim was when fully erect!
Jim had felt a disturbingly ambivalent combination of awe and humiliation as he retreated to the privacy of the sauna. He had been only somewhat dismayed when the famous footballer joined him a few minutes later. Marc had not been at all mindful of his towel. He had casually folded up the terrycloth into a cushion to sit on. He had sat on the wooden bench with his thighs carelessly splayed wide while he casually discussed his role in the recent the Super bowl victory with Jim. Jim had become overwhelmed by a premonition that their encounter was an evil omen.
Linda had been mystified by the urgency of Jim's desire when he returned home from that encounter at the health club. There had been a primal aggressiveness to his lovemaking that had both frightened and excited her. As was his habit, he had been considerate enough to bring her to orgasm with his lips and tongue during foreplay. Although his wife had pointed at her CycleBeads to remind him that she was in the middle of her cycle, Jim had rejected her offer of a blow job. She had dutifully submitted. Linda had been irate when rather than withdraw as was his custom, Jim had with one final thrust plunged his penis as deeply as possible into her vagina as he inseminated her. Her indignation had abated somewhat during the following days as they discussed the possibility of having a third child. She had been bemused when he finally confessed that his urgent desire had been provoked by the anxieties that had been triggered by his encounter with Marc Lavalliere. She had not objected when Jim was less than careful during their snowbound, Valentines weekend. She had been confident that she was late enough in her cycle to be safe if she wasn't already pregnant. Linda had been somewhat ambivalent when she began menstruating just over a week ago.
In the wake of their previous encounter at the health club, it had been impossible for Jim to not notice the menacing bulge in Marc Lavalliere's slacks as he asked Linda to dance. It was understandable that his loving wife had obviously been staring at that menacing bulge that was barely a foot from her face as she nervously overcame her embarrassment. She had reluctantly reached out her hand to accept the invitation implied by that extended hand. The Superbowl rings that had adorned that dark hand had not distracted Jim's attention from that menacing bulge.
Jim had been reminded of the classic lines from the movie ANIMAL HOUSE. "Do you mind if we dance with your dates? Why sure. We were just leaving." However; Jim had been deterred from objecting to his wife dancing with the interloper more by that menacing bulge in his trousers than the impressive, heavily muscled physique that loomed over him. The guy was at least half a foot taller than he was and probably outweighed him by a hundred pounds, but it had been the guy's penis that truly terrified him. He had been cowed by that menacing bulge into acquiescing to his wife shamelessly pressing her belly against it as she was slow dancing with the intruder.
His lingering hangover combined with the realization that semen was clinging to his genitals, pubic hair and inner thighs motivated Jim to shower again. He bathed thoroughly, even washing his hair again. By the time he got out of the shower, he felt almost human again.
Jim returned to the bedroom. As he glanced obsessively at his smartphone once again in the forlorn hope of finding a message, he once again noticed Linda's CycleBeads where she had left them on the nightstand. She had the app downloaded onto her smartphone, of course. However; she habitually left the string of beads on her nightstand at home as a more visual, tactile and tangible reminder of when they should maybe remain abstinent or at least be extra careful. In spite of her somewhat straight laced demeanor, Linda had overcome her aversion to pleasuring him orally back when they were engaged. Perhaps some vestige of sanity had motivated her to placate her paramour's lust without going all of the way with him? Jim doubted that the famously womanizing footballer would have been content to not fully consummate his conquest of another man's wife.
Searching for distraction from his angst, Jim turned on the television. The pornographic movie that he had allowed himself last night was still on pause. Jim had rationalized that his circumstances entitled him to the indulgence. He had even reasoned that he had picked out this movie because the petite redhead reminded him so much of Linda when she was younger and slimmer. He had become aroused while watching the white boyfriend, who might have been a younger, more muscular, better endowed version of himself, making sweet love to the redhead. The boyfriend had lovingly pleasured the girl orally before plunging his penis into her. The boyfriend had been embarrassed by his failure to bring her to climax before he was compelled to withdraw to spill his seed safely on her belly. The redhead had piously assured him that she cherished his eagerness to pleasure her orally. Jim had been to horrified to turn the movie off when the white guy left for work which allowed the redhead to welcome a much brawnier, massively endowed, African-American into her bed. Although his erection had instantly wilted, morbid fascination had compelled Jim to watch as the big Black man mercilessly pounded the redhead's pussy. The guy finally withdrew his ebony penis to reveal the copious volume of semen that was overflowing from her distended labia to saturate her crimson pubic hair.
Jim quickly deleted the movie then turned to the news. He settled back into the bed, carefully avoiding the wet spot. Since they resided in the reviving rust belt, the reporters were not normally as obsessed with the latest blizzard as reporters in other cities might have been. However; the snow had transitioned to sleet and freezing rain for a few hours last night before another cold front moved in. Another, foot thick layer of snow had been deposited on the half inch glacis of ice that now coated the foot of snow that had fallen yesterday afternoon and evening. It was expected that yet another foot of snow would fall before nightfall. It was pandelerium! The news crews were constrained by the Governor's declaration of an emergency and selected road closures. Only the Interstate was open. Anyone other than road crews, emergency personnel and critical workers would be fined or perhaps even arrested for driving on the roads. February sucks in the upper mid West. Everyone understood that February sucks. This third, major snowstorm of the month only demonstrated why February sucks.
