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Chapter. 2
In The Morning Light
Lori woke to bright sunshine on her face as she stretched and realized that she had slept alone last night.
She sprung out of bed and found Kyle on the couch, asleep in his boxers, with a half-dozen empty beer cans scattered on the coffee table. Lori glared at her husband as she shoved his leg with her foot to awaken him.
He slowly came too and perked up at the sight of her sexy sheer pink teddy.
"Fuck... Did I ever miss out last night," Kyle said in a droll, hungover voice.
"Yeah, you sure did. I was hoping you would teach me some of the things you learned from those
sluts you whored around with in college!"
she gouged.
Kyle didn't know just how to take that, but his morning wood had taken notice of his gorgeous wife, and he had to force himself not to reach for it.
"How about a good-morning kiss there, beautiful?" he asked.
Lori kissed him with a fiery passion that should have burnt down the cabin. She sucked, nibbled, and teased his lips with her tongue until he let her in. Then they passionately explored each other's mouths, battling over who was going to suck who's tongue, driving Kyle wild. Lori reached for the tent in his boxers, and his cock was as stiff as she had ever felt it.
Although,
Lori thought to herself,
she had never had another cock to compare it to.
Still, she seriously considered straddling him right there on the sofa. But then she thought,
no, if he wanted to have sex with me, then he would have come to bed when I offered last night,
as she squeezed his cock until he winced, let go, and spun on her heels.
"I'll make us some breakfast," Lori coldly announced as she lifted the back of her teddy, showed him her pantiless ass and sashayed away.
His hopes that Lori had gotten over being mad at him for something Kyle couldn't do anything about were dashed. But then he had a slightly more pressing issue as he grabbed his enlarged member and headed to the bathroom, hoping he could take a piss before his bladder exploded.
After a few minutes of splashing cold water over his boner while he thought about his grandmother naked, he was able to get the image of Lori's sashaying ass out of his head and take a piss. Then he grabbed his Dopp kit, did his morning routine, got dressed, and came out for breakfast, not sure what to expect.
Lori sat waiting at the small square table. She had made bacon with sunny-side-up eggs and toast, and he could not help but notice her splayed legs and fiery red bush on full display as he pulled out his chair and sat. Kyle could tell by the sour look on her face this wasn't for his pleasure. She was just making sure he got a good look at what he had missed out on last night and what he wouldn't be getting any of. Any time soon!
Kyle tried to lighten the mood with witty conversation and reminded her that they were going fishing on one of the best largemouth bass lakes in the country. Lori listened but seemed rather disinterested as they ate, and at one point, her right hand disappeared below the table.
Before long, her eyes fluttered closed as her head tipped back, mouth agape. Kyle had no doubt about what she was doing as her moans went from tiny whines to outright gasps. But unlike Meg Ryan in When Harry Met Sally, Lori was not faking it.
He could hear the wet sloshing as she rapidly fingered herself and came with a resounding crescendo of howling moans. Then Lori leaned forward, put her left hand in front of her face, and beckoned Kyle to come closer with a wicked smile.
Kyle cautiously leaned closer as Lori brought her hand from under the table and flipped him off with her glistening middle finger. Then she bobbled her head with a smug, how do you like me now loser look on her face as she waved it under his nose.
Until that moment, he never thought Lori could be so cruel, and his heart was splitting in two. Kyle was sure he had lost her to some twisted revenge fantasy that she had gleaned from one of those extreme sex blogs she reads.
Kyle stood and walked away before Lori could see the tears welling in his eyes.
"If you want to go fishing, be at the dock in thirty minutes," he choked out as he opened the door and left without looking back. He jumped in his truck and headed for the boat launch. It was about a five-minute walk from the cabin, so Lori would have plenty of time to
clean herself up
and get to the dock if she wanted to go fishing.
Kyle had the boat idling in their slip when Lori strolled up and stood there with her hands on her hips and a combative look on her face. She had on a bright tropical print wraparound dress that was very sexy on her. But it wasn't exactly (a day on the lake) fishing attire.
"Are you going fishing?" she asked.
"I thought
we
were going fishing?" Kyle countered.
"I want this argument settled now!" she sternly stated.
"What do you want from me, Lori?" Kyle asked in despair.
"I think you know Kyle. Don't make me say it," Lori growled through clenched teeth.
Kyle was at his wit's end. He knew she wanted him to give her Carte-blanche to experience other men. Then Kyle thought to himself,
why sugarcoat it. She wants to whore around the way she has convinced herself that he did before they ever met, no less.
Kyle had thought about things long and hard last night before he fell asleep on the couch. And as much as it would hurt him to do it, he knew he would have to set her free and hope she came back to him, like in that quote by (Richard Bach).
"
If you love someone, set them free. If they come back they're yours; if they don't they never were."
But Kyle wasn't going to give Lori Carte-blanche without some stipulations.
"I was really hoping it didn't come to this. But here we are," Kyle said solemnly, then bucked-up and laid things out for Lori.
"I'm going to give you three choices," Kyle said as plainly as he could through the twisting lump in his throat.
"First, you can drop this whole thing, and we will never speak of it again," Kyle stated, then paused, hoping that he need not continue.
"I'm listening," Lori said as she looked at him dubiously.
"Second, I will grant you a hall pass to fuck anybody you want while we are here,
on our anniversary vacation!"
he jabbed, hoping to stir up some guilt. "This is a one-time offer, and the second we leave, that's it. And we will never speak of it again."
Kyle paused, really hoping he didn't have to say the third choice out loud. But Lori had shown no reaction to his desperate attempt to reach her, and it seemed inevitable.
"And my third choice?" she asked with snide impatience.
That was just enough disrespect to overcome the pain that was desperately trying to stop him from saying the words.
"You can turn around and start walking... And don't look back!" Kyle choked out, then quickly turned away so Lori wouldn't see him cry as the words reverberated in his head and broke his heart.
Lori knew Kyle had put a lot of thought into, and meant what he said. She loved her husband dearly and hated to see him in so much pain, but she had already made her decision, and Kyle was right. This wasn't about what had happened in their lives after that day in the coffee shop. It was about all the things she missed being a good girl, keeping her legs closed, ignoring all her friends who kept telling her how great sex was!
"I'll take the hall pass," Lori declared as if she was ordering a grilled cheese sandwich at a diner.
As much as it hurt him to hear the love of his life say that, it was better than the third choice; and what he had expected. Then Kyle wiped his eyes and pulled himself together, taking solace in the fact that they were at a fishing resort full of mostly older couples and old buddy's who were here on their yearly 'get-away from their wifes' fishing trips.