My apologies for the error in the lead figures name. It was from another story that I was working on at the same time. If you save the story, please replace with this one. Thanks for your understanding.
While I was pleased that most readers accepted my rather novel way of shocking them out of their complacency, many were disturbed by John's failure to learn a lesson and to use that lesson compassionately when meeting another man's wife. How could he do to another what had been done so painfully to him? Read on dear reader.
Silver Anniversary – Epilog
Well, I see Bitsy turning my way. She removes her bulky robe and places it on the chair as she comes toward my lanai. Under the robe, she has on only that wonderful little bikini that she wore when we went diving. I was looking forward to peeling what little there was off. Today was the day, I was sure of it.
You will remember no doubt, that I was waiting for Bitsy to come over once her husband Phil had gone off to play his daily 18 holes. I had designs on Bitsy and once Phil was out of the way, I intended to put those designs in play. It would be salve to my hurting ego and it would be a wake up call to dear old Phil. It was criminal to treat a beautiful creature like Bitsy the way he did. He deserved to be taught a lesson and I was willing to be the teacher. It was a lesson I had learned all too well.
"Hi, big guy. Are you ready for little ol' Bitsy to make you feel better?" With hips swaying and boobs bouncing, Bitsy came around the low wall between our lanais and approached me. I watched in rapt attention as she moved toward me. I wasn't really sure how she did what she did with her body, but she did it very well. I was almost hypnotized by the swing in her hips and the bounce of her tits and the smile on her face. This was a vision that most men would die for.
"I was born ready. Would you like to come in for a drink or something?" I stood up, trying to hide my erection by tying a towel around my waist, even though I hadn't been swimming. She laughed and walked past me, in through the sliding glass doors to my condo.
I followed her inside as she looked around my place. It was no doubt a duplicate of her place but she looked as if it were all new. I just watched her from behind, admiring an ass that was perfect in every detail. She was perfect in every detail: I don't know if I mentioned that before. She moved toward the bedroom and I hastened to follow her. I wasn't going to be left behind. She turned to be sure I was following and moved over to the bed. She bent over and pushed on the mattress, expecting I don't know what. It bounced, just like I expected it would. She seemed satisfied and turned to me.
"Are you ready to be happy, John? Are you ready to begin your single life with me?"
I was taken aback by her comments. What did she mean, begin my single life? I was beginning to worry. What I thought was just a quick roll in the hay may not be what she had in mind. I was going to do to old Phil just what was done to me by my best friend Bill. Bitsy had to know what my plans were since I had told her my story, leaving nothing out. She knew I was cuckolded and she knew I divorced my wife because of it. She also knew that I intended to do the same thing to her husband but it didn't seem to bother her one bit. It was her own statement of making me feel better tomorrow that had me here in my bedroom with a hard on waiting for this beautiful creature to take off her bikini so I could take off on her. I was surprised that I could feel this way. I felt no guilt; no doubt that this was wrong. Even though the pain of my wife's betrayal was still strong in my mind, I felt no hesitation to do it to another man. The only thing I kept telling myself over and over was that while I hadn't deserved what happened to me, Phil certainly did.
"What do you mean by that? You know that I want to make love to you right here and now. You offered to make me feel better about living and I thought you meant this."
With that I waved my arm around the room, stopping at the bed. I looked at her standing there and I saw a smile on her face that made me uncomfortable. It was a devious smile and not a seductive smile, hiding something.
"Come here John. Let Bitsy make you more comfortable. You don't need to worry about anything. I said I wanted to make you feel better and that's exactly what I am going to do. I know the thought of my husband worries you but don't let it. I'm not. He doesn't care what I do and he wouldn't get mad about it even if he knew. You aren't doing anything behind his back. You can trust me on that."
Her words seemed to remove all of my doubts. Maybe I was just looking for something to hold onto. She moved toward me, took my hand and pulled me to the bed. She sat down, facing me with my now bulgeless crotch in front of her. She looked at it for a minute and then slid her hand under the bottom of the leg of my shorts and moved up to find me wearing no underwear. She smiled hugely at that and took my limp cock in her hand. At her touch, it twitched and began to resume its anticipatory size. She continued to minister to it until she was satisfied that it was worth seeing.
She undid my shorts and pulled them down to the floor. She looked at my manhood in appreciation and began to minister to it again. I never mentioned that I am about average in size and girth and I have never considered myself a stud, but I had confidence after 25 years of marriage that I could deliver pleasure. I knew I could hold my own. She seemed to like what she saw and she leaned forward. I held my breath as she did what I hoped she was going to do: she took me in her mouth. I was in heaven.
In spite of what I just said, I behaved like a teenaged boy and came almost immediately. I yelled to warn her and she moved back just in time. I was surprised that she simply held her hand over the head and allowed the semen to collect in her tiny hand. I expected it to fly everywhere but she caught all of it. She looked at it and stood, moving over to the bathroom where she got a washcloth and cleaned herself of my shame.
I was humiliated and sat on the bed with my face red and my cock limp. What a way to impress this woman. I was afraid to look at her as she came back out of the bathroom. She sat down next to me and put her hand under my chin. She lifted my face and turned me toward her. I looked into her smiling face and saw only kindness and understanding, not contempt.
"John don't feel bad. I am flattered that I could do that to you. Don't you know that a woman feels that way when a man can't help feeling the way you did? She is happy that she can still make a man react sexually the way you did. I was worried that I could please you and it appears that I certainly did." She laughed, but kindly. She moved her hand back to my limp cock and began to move along its length. "I don't think that will happen again, do you?"
"I can't promise anything with someone like you. You are one of the sexiest women I have ever met. You could do that to most men, I bet." I turned toward her, giving her more room to stroke me. I began to kiss her and I put my hand on her breast. She gave a little gasp when I did and that encouraged me to do more.
As she stroked my cock, I slid the straps of her tiny bikini top off her shoulders and pushed her top down, freeing those marvelous 36 DDs. I moved back to look at her and the sight was enough to make my limp dick spring proudly erect again. She grinned in pleasure as she saw my face and again reached for my cock. I pulled her to me to feel those globes pressing against my bare chest. This was what I had been waiting for. I pushed her back on the bed and lay down beside her as I slid my hand down under the tiny piece of fabric that covered her sex. I found her to be already wet and I slid two fingers between the folds of her labia and began to move them farther into her depth. She began to pant as I fingered her and her eyes closed in pleasure. This was what I had anticipated, not that embarrassing premature ejaculation. This was more like me.
