Welcome to Chapter Six of my still-developing story, which is completely true. This story won't make any sense unless you read the first five chapters first. Click my profile for the link to those chapters. I love getting feedback from the readers, so please post a comment and let me know what you thought of this!
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Nate returned home from New York on Friday afternoon, bringing a pastrami sandwich and a bouquet of flowers as a gift for me. I know it sounds dumb, but I like pastrami and you can't get a decent sandwich outside metro-New York, so I thought it was an incredibly sweet gesture. What was more important was that Nate was TRYING. He did something very thoughtful by going out of his way for me. That night, instead of getting sloshed while watching a baseball game, we had a family night. Nate, our kids, and I got pizza and watched a movie together. After the kids went to bed, Nate and I snuggled on the couch while relaxing and watching TV. We hadn't done that in a long time, and it really felt nice. We went to bed at the same time, and when I thought he was trying to put the moves on me, I told him we should wait until tomorrow night in order to make it that much more special.
On Saturday, Nate and I spent the early part of the day doing a few household projects. I felt so much better about things- Nate and I were once again doing things as a team. He was showing interest in the house, interest in the family- and interest in me. The new, uninhibited Julie was ready to give her husband the night of his life both in and out of the bedroom. I couldn't wait.
After I showered, the time finally came for me to bring the kids to my Mother's house for an overnight stay. She lives about a half an hour away, and she loves having them. I told Nate that I'd stop and shop for "something special" for our date, but I'd be home by six. Nate said he'd try to look his best for the night as well. We had reservations at one of the area's best seafood restaurants, and there was a busy nightclub down the street from it. A little dinner, a little dancing, and a lustful night in bed was exactly what this stagnant marriage needed.
After dropping the kids off, I stopped at an upscale boutique and purchased a lacy push-up bra and matching underwear, and a short, tight, silver sequined sleeveless dress that zipped up at the front, leaving at my discretion the ability to show as much cleavage as I'd like. My plan was to show more and more as the night went on. From there I threw caution to the wind and bought a pair of black vinyl thigh-high boots that ended a few inches below the dress' hemline- that should illustrate how much leg that dress was showing, and I loved it. I made a detour to the Ladies' Room and applied liberal amounts of mascara, lipstick, and eyeliner. I hardly looked like a virgin, nor did I want to- I wanted my appearance to reflect the sexual, uninhibited being that I had become. For years, people insinuated- and sometimes flat-out stated- that I was Nate's "trophy wife". Tonight, he'd finally put that trophy on display in a proper manner.
As I drove toward my house, I imagined how I'd see my husband as I walked through the door. Nate was six years older than I, but he was still handsome and charming. I was wondering if he'd be wearing one of his business suits, perhaps with a fashionable button-down or mock collar to add a fresh air to his look? Or would he be wearing something new that he'd purchased in New York? How would he react upon seeing me in my new, sexy outfit?
I pulled into the driveway with my head spinning in anticipation. I wanted Nate to appreciate the new, sexy Julie the way John had 48 hours earlier. I slinked out of the car, still adjusting to walking in my new thigh-high boots, and headed toward the house.
I wanted Nate's jaw to hit the floor when I walked in. Instead it was my jaw that dropped.
I don't think I'll ever recover from the shock I felt after seeing what I saw. There were two men sitting on my living room couch, casually chatting and watching TV.
One of the men was Nate. He sat there in a drunken stupor, an unshaven, unshowered, boozed-out mess. He was in the same clothes he wore when we were doing house projects together.
The man on the other end of the couch was his tenant and my lover- John. As I walked into the room, John greeted me with a smirking smile, while Nate greeted me with an expression that could best be described as a "drunken daze". I noticed that they both had glasses of the punch made with the rum John bought in Aruba. A half a glass of that stuff had made me woozy- Nate's glass was nearly empty, and who knows how many he'd had before it?
While Nate sported a quizzical look, John smiled and was in full "treat her like the landlord's wife" mode when he said that I looked great, and asked if I would like to join he and Nate for a drink. He mentioned that he and Nate had been hanging out for a while and that it was nice getting to know his neighbors better. Nate then blurted out that I "looked like a goddamned hooker" in a disdainful tone.
I swear…if I had a gun I would have shot the miserable son of a bitch. I was angry, hurt, and betrayed beyond words. I went all out to have a wonderful night with my husband, and he thanks me by getting drunk and saying such a thing.
Was I angry with John? No, I wasn't. I'm sure John got Nate drunk on purpose- but Nate could have said no, or exhibited some self control. John once again had outsmarted everyone and was running the show. Whatever it is he wanted that night, I was sure he'd get it.
While Nate slurred out some incoherent nonsense, John politely asked me to help him carry the next round of drinks. I could barely face him, since I was so humiliated by my husband's callous remark. While in the kitchen John grabbed me and quickly gave me long, hot kiss. We ran our tongues in and out of each other's mouths - with my husband in the next room- when John pulled away and whispered "don't listen to him- I think you look incredible".
There's a "classic rock" song by a band named Heart titled "Magic Man". That was John- he performed his magic, and his actions and words completely changed my mood. What Nate had said suddenly meant nothing. John liked the way I looked, and that's all that was truly important.
John prepared three more drinks, despite the fact that his own glass was still half full. As we arrived back in the living room, Nate took his glass and guzzled half of it down. These were STRONG drinks, and he was already blitzed out of his mind. I sat between the two on the couch while John and I made the kind of pleasant conversation usually reserved for people who are barely acquainted. Nate quietly sat back and finished the rest of his drink in less than five minutes. As soon as Nate finished the last sip, John quickly offered him the full drink on the table. Nate slurred "no, that's yours", but John said he could make another. What a surprise…Nate accepted the offer.
As John and I continued to talk, it was obvious that we were like two magnets being drawn toward each other. We gazed into each other's eyes, talked and laughed. The only thing that broke that up was when John motioned for me to keep sipping my drink. Meanwhile, Nate was so drunk that I don't think he could stand up- he was probably more inebriated than I'd ever seen, and that is most certainly saying something. John whispered to me to finish half of my drink, and I did as quickly as I could. We all had a half-full glass remaining.
John then got Nate's attention and said "I want to make a toast- to the nicest landlords a guy could ask for". We all touched glasses and John exclaimed "Down the hatch!".
We all tilted our glasses back and drank, but I couldn't handle more than one gulp. Actually, neither could Nate, but John challenged him to finish it, and Nate forced the rest of his drink down. That was great, Nate- you really proved something there.
At this point John and I were making physical contact as we talked- I had my hands on his knee, and he would occasionally run his hand up and down my arm- all with my husband inches away. It didn't matter- Nate was completely oblivious to the rest of the world. At one point I noticed that Nate's breathing had changed. I looked back and saw that he was completely passed out. John and I looked at each other, and it was if it were the moment we'd been waiting for. We once again embraced and locked in a long, passionate kiss.
John then told me to stand up, and when I did he gave me a one-word command: strip.
I was startled by the request- my husband was within arm's length, and he could wake up at any time. Then I thought about the callousness Nate had shown earlier. Screw him, I thought…if he wakes up, fine. I looked at John, and I noticed that he was reaching underneath the cushion of the couch for something. Apparently, he'd planted a digital camera there at some point. He told me to go ahead as he pointed the camera at me.
I smiled, and slowly unzipped the front of the dress I'd purchased earlier that day as John clicked away. I removed it, and then I took off my bra and panties and was standing naked before him except for my thigh-high boots.
"I'll bet you want me to leave these on" I said to him. John nodded his head and asked me to put my arms behind my head and to do a dance for him. I readily complied by pushing out my chest and shaking my hips while he continued to take photos. John then asked me to turn around and bend over, and I heard the camera clicking as he took pictures of my bare behind. From this position I looked back and saw Nate with his head tilted and his mouth wide open, sound asleep.
John then told me to lie on the carpet and spread my legs. He took a few pictures, and asked me to use my hands to spread my pussy lips apart. I thought "wow, that's really x-rated", but I complied. It was easy since I had trimmed my vaginal hair earlier that morning, which is something I usually don't do.
John then had me sit up on my knees, crawl over to him, undo his belt and his pants, and start sucking his cock- again, with my passed-out husband sitting next to him on the other end of the couch. I had really come to enjoy having John's cock in my mouth. Until recently I had never really enjoyed doing that- I used to joke that there was a reason it was called a "job"- but with John I really got into it. I flicked the head of it around in my mouth, I licked up and down it's shaft, I sucked his balls, and looked right into his eyes as I did it to gauge his reaction. It gave me great pleasure to show him pleasure. While doing this, I would occasionally peek over at Nate, giggling to myself over the irony of the situation. I was giving John my best, as slurping noises echoed throughout the room.
I again peeked over at Nate- and his eyes were open! He looked confused as a squinted and tried to focus in on what was going on. Not only did I not care, I looked right at him and smirked while I sucked John's cock even more intensely. I finally looked up at John and said "do you wanna fuck me, babe?" John answered yes, and told me to get on top and ride him.
