This is a continuation of a story by omyballs. He wrote 2 Loving Wives stories, this one in 2008. Attempts to obtain permission to continue the story were not responded to. I presume he is no longer an active member. Below is the address for the original story.
https://www.literotica.com/s/the-game-73
Please read the original so that my ending makes sense. It's not very long so I'm not going to summarize it here.
omyballs story was in the first person from the protagonist's point of view, though never mentions his name (unless I missed it). I have named that main character Drew and have switched to the point of view of Julia, his wife, though in the third person.
Also, the original story was meant to imply the protagonist was cool with what went on, at least eventually. That somehow the pain and humiliation made things deeper and more meaningful. That's not the path I followed.
Disclaimer: As you read this story, keep in mind that I try to include something for everyone, and some people are always looking for mistakes. So, if you find any errors, please remember that they are there for a reason.
Thank you: I would also like to thank all the people that take the time to send me personal emails, good and bad. I'd like to answer each one but life keeps getting in the way. However, I do want to let you know that I eventually read every single one (and respond where appropriate) and very much appreciate the feedback, comments, compliments, and even the criticisms.
BG33
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THE GAME, PART 2
A continuation of a story by omyballs.
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Julia came downstairs to look for Drew. She had just experienced the most amazing fuck of her life at the hands (and tongue and cock) of Susan's boyfriend, Gary. She had surprised even herself at how wantonly she had begged for him to make her cum. He had earlier pegged her as a 5-orgasm girl and they nearly doubled that. And she had done it while Susan and Jennifer watched every second.
She was barely able to walk as she stumbled into the shower to clean herself up. She was weak in the knees, and pretty much everywhere else, so she had actually spent a couple of minutes sitting on the floor of the shower to make sure she didn't fall. But she certainly wasn't going back to her husband stinking of Gary.
Even as she walked down the stairs she could hear Susan, or Jennifer, or both, getting the treatment from Gary. He may have been an asshole but he was a maestro when it came to getting women off. She doubted Susan would ever marry the guy but she was certainly going to stick with him until Mr. Right came along.
It was quiet as she descended the stairs. She assumed Drew had fallen asleep somewhere but none of the potential landing spots downstairs were occupied. She returned up the stairs and peeked into Jennifer's spare bedroom and was not surprised to find it empty. She doubted Drew would want to be so close to the action.
She went back downstairs and had the thought that maybe he just went home. He probably figured she would be busy for a while and there was no use him sitting around Jennifer's place all alone for who knows how long. She stepped out into the warm summer night, the temperature comfortable despite the clock reading 3:00am. Their car was still right where they had parked it last night.
She walked over to it thinking perhaps he had come out here to sleep. He wasn't in the car either and there was no note or anything suggesting, well, anything. She was just about to walk into the house when Jennifer's neighbor emerged on to the porch next door.
"Looking for someone, young lady?"
Julia tried to play it off lightly, trying not to give away the anxiety she was feeling.
"I seem to have lost track of my husband," she responded giving a forced giggle as she did so, hoping not to give away the anxiety that was building.
"Young man about your age, tall, with short dark hair and wearing jeans and a long-sleeve shirt."
"That's him! Have you seen him in the last couple of hours?"
"He caught a cab about two hours ago."
"How do you know that?"
"Because I'm old and nosy and can't sleep, and I keep an eye on my neighborhood, especially when your friend there has her get-togethers."
"I don't suppose he said anything."
"Not to me."
"All right, thank you."
Julia went back into Jennifer's house and found her purse. Or more specifically, her phone. There were no messages or missed calls. She asked herself, 'Why would he take a cab?' Then she realized he was probably just being considerate. He wanted to leave but didn't want her to be stranded, so he took a cab home and left her the car. That made perfect sense and so with a warmer heart she gathered her things and climbed into the car to make the drive home.
She walked into the house without having to unlock the door, but that could be chalked up to Drew being tired so didn't give it much thought. Or she didn't until she saw the ring and the note on the kitchen table. Without going to them she ran through the house looking for her husband. She tried the master bedroom first, finding no one but noticing his drawers were out of sorts and his side of the closet had been picked through. The bed was undisturbed.
"God no please!"
She ran down the hall, hoping Drew had simply moved himself and some of his things down to the spare bedroom but it was just as it had always been. That bed was also undisturbed. There was nothing left to do but face the note on the table.
She returned to the kitchen and slid the paper out from under the white gold band she had placed on his finger barely over two years ago. The note was clear if unsatisfying in its information:
Julia,
I've left. I'm sorry that I was too weak to deal with what happened. I hope you have a good life.
All my love,
Drew
The tears were flowing even before she had finished the short note. Why had she done this? She had known that including another man would be risky and that Drew would have to handled gently. His sensitivity was one of the things she loved about him, the thing that set him apart from other guys. Guys like, well, Gary. But in the heat of the moment she had forgotten that. Gary's talents had rendered her incapable of that kind of thought, and there was no small amount of envy that Susan got that all the time.
She pulled out her phone and called Drew's number but it just rung 7 times and then went to voice mail. She left a message pleading for him to come home or to at least call her. She repeated this process 4 more times wanting to make sure that when he did check his phone it was clear that she wanted him to come home.
She wasn't aware of the passage of time but as the need in her bladder became more urgent she realized it was light outside and the clock read just after 9:00am. She'd sat there for nearly 6 hours!
She finished relieving herself and was thinking that she needed sleep, but was afraid she'd miss Drew's call. She put the phone on the nightstand, turning the volume up to full, and stripped out of her clothes. She was just about to lie down when the phone rang, startling her. Her brief excitement drained quickly when she saw Jennifer's face on the screen.
"Hello."
"Hey girl. That Gary sure is something, huh? I was surprised you didn't stay for some more this morning."
"He left me, Jen."
"What are you talking about?"
