Dear reader, you will want to have read part one of this story before proceeding with this part two...
The next month was both very busy and very enjoyable. My workload had picked up again as shutdowns were eased and factories came back to life. As for my wife Grace and my lover Cathy, both were back working their usual four ten-hour days a week hospital shifts. Grace had an established preference for having Wednesdays off, and knowing this, Cathy tried to make sure her day off wasn't on Wednesday. Cathy's husband Chris stopped doing six-days-a-week COVID care and resumed his normal schedule as well.
My Tuesday and Saturday nights belonged to Grace. She quickly became a complete pillow princess. On Saturdays, we followed the ritual we had established the first time. We began with a nice meal paired with a nice wine. After dinner we cuddled on the couch and watched a romantic comedy or drama with a handsome leading man. After the movie, a shower for me, a shower for her, a dab or two of Chanel No. 5, and we were off to the races. Whether quickly or slowly, my face always ended up buried between her legs.
Practice makes perfect, and I got better and better at bringing her to the brink of an orgasm, slowing the pace, and then increasing it again. My definition of a successful evening evolved from simply counting how many orgasms I could give her to including how long I could keep her on the edge of each.
To be sure, Grace was not always fully appreciative of my efforts to control her orgasms. More than once I had to restrain her from fingering herself to completion when I pulled my head away. She tried to lock my head in place with her thighs so that she could finish, but my hands remained free, and I knew her ticklish spots. Did you know that women on the edge of an orgasm become very ticklish?
Tuesdays were different. On Tuesdays we would experiment with new ways of pleasing my princess. It was my responsibility to come up with the ideas. It was a responsibility I embraced. A Hitachi MagicWand proved to be too intense for her liking, even on low speed with the vibrating head wrapped in a towel. On the other hand, a small vibrator pressed firmly against her clit seemed to hit the spot. I suggested we try the man-on-top sixty-nine position, but Grace was turned off by seeing my cock waving around near her face. Face-sitting proved to be a big success. With foam pads for her knees and me with my back on the floor, Grace was at the wheel and always managed to get to where she wanted to go.
You've perhaps heard the expression "happy wife, happy life". It was true with Grace. Twice-a-week sets of orgasms made her more relaxed, less inclined to complain, more affectionate, and in general more enjoyable to be around. There was just one thing. Grace never once offered to reciprocate in the bedroom. Post-menopausal vaginal sex was too painful for her. Me putting my cock in her mouth was too dirty. And the very idea of me putting my dirty cock in her dirty ass was too disgusting for her to even contemplate.
I'd be lying if I said I didn't get pleasure from pleasing Grace. I got a lot of pleasure from it. Arousing a woman and watching her cum because of you is a powerfully-addictive drug. She was my wife, and I loved her very much. But each night, after Grace had had enough and drifted off to sleep in my arms, I was left with my own unsated need. Most nights, I would disentangle myself from her, cover her with the blanket, and quietly head into the guest bathroom. There I brought up a picture of Cathy on my phone and jerked off into the toilet. I learned that aim is important. It is quite difficult to remove cum stains from walls.
There was really only one reason I was OK with this. Cathy.
Cathy and I were alone together only three times that month. I wasn't complaining though. I had new, deeply-intimate pictures and videos of Cathy now, and Cathy was greatly amused and a little aroused by the idea of me jerking off to her almost every night. She even recorded a five-minute JOI-style video for me. She wore wine red lingerie and acted the part of a lady in complete control. I didn't need five minutes to cum to it.
I spent a long afternoon at Cathy's house where we polished off a nice bottle of chianti before test driving a vibrator I had bought for her. It was a fancy one that I could control remotely via my iPhone. It even had a temperature sensor so I could tell if it was inside her or not. After we figured out which vibration patterns worked best for her, she carefully hid it away in her closet. Then we spent the next two hours in bed. In between orgasms, I found out where her ticklish spots were.
We made good use of that vibrator when we could not be together and the situation permitted. She'd turn it on, put it in and let it connect to her home network. And then she'd connect to a special web server. My web server, running on a dedicated computer. On my end, a different web page pinged the device every five minutes and vibrated my phone if Cathy was ready.
My favorite thing to do was to watch a close-up of her face via our Show devices as I would manipulate the vibrator controls. The differing looks of pleasure on her face were a joy to behold.
We made love in the park one weekday morning. We met at the trail behind her house. I brought a tarp, a pad, and a blanket in my hiking backpack. I also brought some cannabis gummies, which we ate before we set off. I knew the park pretty well after years of traipsing around, so we made a modestly-difficult off-trail climb to a flat and secluded spot well obscured by trees and rocks. We made out like teenagers for a long while before I laid down on the pad and let her ride me cowgirl-style. I love cowgirl-style, as it lets the woman control things while I stimulate her nipples and watch her expression. There is nothing more erotic than watching the strange smile on your woman's face as she builds towards an orgasm. Especially when everything is in slow motion because of the pot.
The third time we were together was a Monday. We were at her house. Cathy was giving me an impromptu fashion show using the contents of her closet. I got a call from my boss. He only calls when it's important, so reluctantly I took the call. He asked me how I was doing. I said I was doing well. I neglected to mention that a beautiful woman clad only in stockings had just unzipped my pants and taken my cock into her mouth.
My boss explained the issue. One of our customers was experiencing intermittent computer crashes in their factory. The problem was stumping our regular field service engineers. I had a track record as an ace troubleshooter, and my boss wanted me to get directly involved. It wasn't really a request. I said I had something important I need to take care of first, and I'd leave first thing in the morning. I ended the call as quickly as I could, and put my phone aside.
By now Cathy had my pants and socks off and was unbuttoning my shirt. I let her finish unbuttoning it before standing up from the chair and kissing her. I lifted her off the ground and carried her to the guest bedroom. That way she wouldn't have to wash the sheets in the master bedroom. Unlike Grace, Cathy was enthusiastic about the sixty-nine position. We took our time and managed to cum together with my mouth on her clit, and my cock in her mouth.
That night I told Grace that I'd be gone until the factory problem was fixed, whether it took a day or a week. She pouted about my not being there for Tuesday and maybe Saturday. I promised I'd make it up to her. I got in my car at dawn's early light and made the six hour drive to the factory.
The debugging didn't go well at first. I looked at crash dumps and system logs to no avail.
I was back in the hotel room late on the second night. I was naked in bed, cock in hand, using my phone to stare at a close up image of Cathy's breasts, comparing and contrasting the subtle differences in their shape and size. I remembered how nice it felt to move my lips back and forth from one to the other. Back and forth. Back and forth.
It hit me like a lightning bolt. The factory computer problem was likely being caused by timing issues as the control process randomly cycled back and forth between the two cores in the CPU. Every time the process changed CPUs the caches had to be reloaded, and this was enough to disrupt the high-speed timing loop. I figured out a simple fix to pin the key process to a single core, turned out the light and went straight to sleep. In my excitement, I even forgot to finish jerking off.
I had my fix installed first thing Thursday morning. Because the failures were intermittent, I still needed to wait around long enough to be sure that I had nailed it. Thursday came and went with no failures. By Friday morning I was feeling confident. I texted both Grace and Cathy saying that I was hoping to get home sometime Sunday. By early Saturday afternoon, the plant manager was feeling confident. He told me and my boss that as far as he was concerned, I could go home. I was soon checked out of the hotel and on my way. I figured I'd get home in time to surprise Grace and give her the Saturday pillow princess treatment she craved.
