As Jill recovered from her illness, she promised me a time I'd never forget!
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It was Monday, but my mind wasn't on work.
No, I was thinking of something else. I was thinking of how it was going to be the best day.
In comparison, the previous Thursday had sucked. Work was work but when I got home hoping for a good time with Jill, my wife of nearly twenty years, she met me with the bad news.
"Gregory, I'm sorry but I'm still feeling like crap. The antibiotic that Dr. Wylder gave me hasn't seemed to help a bit so I'm going back tomorrow to see if she can give me something else."
"So you don't feel like having a little fun tonight?"
She gave a little sigh and rolled her eyes. "Fun for you maybe
if
I don't pass this bug along to you. I'm sorry, honey, but I can't."
"I'm sorry, sweetie," I said. "I didn't mean to pressure you. Say, why don't you go to bed early and get some rest. I'll clean up downstairs and be up in a little while."
She'd been sick and moody for almost two weeks, so while I wanted to help her and help with the household chores because I loved her, I wasn't being entirely altruistic. After the dishes were washed, the scheduled household chores were finished, and Jill was in bed, I was able to go down to the basement and take care of a bit of my frustration with the help of a point-of-view video starring a bleach blonde with really nice tits, strong thighs, and a great looking pussy. Her eyes caressed the camera as if it was her lover as she fucked the lucky bastard whose body stood in for that of the viewer.
Then came Friday, of course, which was good only because it was the end of the work week. When I got home hoping that Jill would be feeling better and in the mood for a good time for a change, she said, "Dr. Wylder gave me a different antibiotic and said for me to monitor my progress."
"Think we can—"
"No. She said for me to get plenty of rest to let it kick in, hopefully by Sunday but she was sure it would be working by Monday at the latest. If it's not and I'm not feeling better by Monday morning, she wants me back there for a full battery of tests because it could be something worse. She doesn't think it will come to that, but it's still a little scary."
"I'm so sorry, sweetie," I said, worried about her but not telling her I was feeling almost as sorry for my lack of action as I was for her.
I love Jill but I tend to be a selfish bastard.
It was a redhead in the video later on Friday night. I swear, I think her tits were even nicer than the blonde's on Thursday and the freckles on her face and across her chest and breasts were practically hypnotic as they moved to her motions. With Jill asleep upstairs, I took it slow and steady, giving myself a delicious buildup as I watched her ride, imagining the motions, the feel, and the coming release.
When it came—well, they don't call it coming for nothing. As for those enticing freckles, oh, the dots I could have connected for her as my huge ropes flew in the basement bathroom. The pearl necklace with which I could have graced her! Still, my balls told me it wasn't nearly enough.
And then I realized what I'd done and had to clean the fucking bathroom!
Yeah, Friday actually sucked too.
Saturday, on the other hand, had been a very good day. I met some friends for a round of golf at 7:45 a.m. and then, with Jill out of commission, I headed home to put my main plans for the day into action.
Those plans centered on Elaina Muñoz, the brunette with big knockers from a few doors down, and easing my ongoing frustrations that the blonde and redheaded video stars hadn't quite taken care of despite the temporary relief. With her husband and kids having gone to see his parents, Elaina was available for the afternoon and she told me she was looking forward to making the most of it.
Elaina had been unhappy in her marriage to Manuel, a former single-A baseball player who now worked primarily from home as a product marketing representative when he wasn't visiting clients. Like so many athletes who have trouble adjusting their caloric intake and exercise level after retiring, Mani had put on a lot of weight over the ten years of their marriage, and Elaina wasn't pleased with him or where she feared they were going together if he didn't change. So far, he'd resisted her efforts and her nagging, which was probably at least part of the reason he'd seized the opportunity to get away from it all for a little while.
Like Elaina with Mani, I loved my wife but I'd become somewhat bored with my marriage and needed something more. Jill had been so much fun, so affectionate, during the early years of our marriage, but after we decided to not have children, she slowly changed, becoming more focused on her career and less focused on me and on continuing the fun times we'd had in the past. I missed that and it weighed heavily on me over time.
With the two of us at least somewhat displeased with the situation at our respective homes, Elaina and I had grown closer over the past three years since they'd moved into the neighborhood. Elaina laughingly claimed that her situation was worse in that Mani mostly drank beer, belched and farted, and then fucked her for fun whereas I ran and golfed to stay in great shape and got to fuck her for fun and fuck Jill for the practice.
Whenever Jill would let me, anyway.
Elaina was in her mid-30s, with an olive skin tone, dark hair, and almost-black eyes that reflected her Hispanic background and sometimes fiery temper that was usually directed at Mani. However, she had a ready smile at times, a frequently generous laugh, and a rather insatiable appetite in bed. Having given birth to four children and having to work at a desk job outside of the home, Elaina also had a generous ass and nice-sized tits that had probably produced countless gallons of milk over the years.
While definitely not wanting any rugrats of my own, I almost hoped that Mani would knock her up again while Elaina and I were involved so I could have a sample. The thought, which had become more frequent in recent days since Jill's illness had put her off limits, made my toes curl and my dick as hard as steel.
Telling Jill goodbye, I said that I was going to the office to catch up on some claims and would be home around 6 o'clock or so on Saturday evening. And just like that, I was off to continue the heated affair that Elaina and I had begun about six months before. I'd lost track of the number of times since starting that we'd pulled the wool over the eyes of our spouses, making up excuses that were never questioned, that were always believed.
This time, I turned off my cell as I pulled out of our driveway and then parked my car a few blocks away behind a business that was closed on Saturdays. The car was safe there and I knew it wouldn't be seen. It was a relatively warm but windy day in late March but I didn't want to be recognized by anyone in the neighborhood, so I slipped my plain black hoodie on and flipped the hood up before exiting the car and walking back to our street. I made my way straight up Elaina's drive, through her garage, and into her arms.
