The Reality

Well, here goes. This part of the story was ready for submission with the first two installments. But I wanted to see what responses I would get. As usual some liked it, some didn't like it and then there was the usual naysaying group that probably needs help in writing their nasty comments. They definitely couldn't write a story, good or bad. For all their nasty efforts I am only encouraged to write more just to piss them off.

For those who liked the original, I'm sorry to add this because it probably doesn't go the way you would like but that's life.

Again, this installment will not make much sense if you haven't read the preceding stories: 'What Should I Do,' and 'What Happened.' This is the third and final account.

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I have to do it. I know that you don't like downers, but you deserve the truth. What I related to you in 'What Happened' is a true piece of fiction. Simply stated 'What Happened' should have carried the title: 'What I Wish Had Happened.' I don't believe I provided one piece of factual truth in the whole story beyond the fact that Ron and I had intercourse, and more than once.

The night that I effectively seduced Ron the first time became a nightmare for me. We cleaned up after our tryst and finished supper preparation and Bill came home very shortly after we returned to the kitchen.

I immediately went into a mild panic as I realized that had we taken just a little longer, Bill would have walked in on us or at least caught us cleaning up. How could I have explained that to him?

Ron and I were too embarrassed to keep our usual dinner conversation going and

Bill was aware that something was not right with me. During the course of the dinner he asked a couple of times if I was ok. I just told him that I just wasn't up to par. I don't think he detected Ron's conversational reticence.

After supper, Ron made his excuses saying that since I was not up to snuff, he would leave and let me get to bed. At first my panic became a little more intense. I was still carrying Ron's juices in me and I didn't want to be left alone with Bill for fear he might somehow find out.

As Ron left, Bill again asked about me and I used the occasion to tell him I wanted to take a good hot bath and get to bed. My wonderful husband gave me a kiss and told me he would go start the bath water to running. His loving and tender words and actions just made me feel worse. How could I have done this to him?

I didn't sleep well. My guilt was tearing at me and I wrestled with the question of confessing to Bill or not. To make things worse, interjected with my guilt feelings, I would have flashes of how good Ron had felt. I couldn't get the vision of his beautiful hunk of male perfection out of my thinking.

When I would think of Ron, I would try to think when the last time was that I had been fucked like that. In all honesty, it had been so long ago that I couldn't even remember.

Ron called at mid-morning. He was all over himself trying to apologize and asking my forgiveness. I kept telling him that he had nothing to apologize for; that I had been the one that started and pushed the situation. I was the one to be apologizing.

He wanted to know if Bill seemed to be ok. Had he seemed to suspect anything? I told him I thought Bill was perfectly ok and had no idea what had happened.

By the time Bill came home in the evening, I had shaken the grip of panic and fear that had consumed me last night. But I was still having a terrible battle with guilt and I kept asking myself what made me do it. My actions yesterday were totally out of keeping with the 'me' I had always known.

And now, I can't believe what happened to me over the next five weeks. It took over a week for me to mostly put what had happened behind me. I wasn't forgetting what happened, but the guilt was fading. However, shortly after finding some peace, I began to try to explain to myself again what happened. What made me, or allowed me, to act that way?

During the next four weeks I slowly began to push the guilt aside and replace it with justification. I can't tell you the steps but let it suffice to say that my thinking went from guilt to justifying what I did as not cheating but simply affording relief and help to a dear friend. Aren't we taught to love our neighbors? Well that is exactly what I had done and there should be no guilt associated with that.

Now how about that for a means to dump the guilt? Not only that, but now my thoughts not only turned from guilt to justification, but I began to think and remember how wonderful it had actually been. I began to think about Ron as more than just a really good friend.

At this time we invited Ron for dinner on Wednesday night and on Wednesday morning I called him and asked him if he could help me moving some furniture and some boxes. He readily agreed to help. I told him to bring a change of clothes and asked if he could come about two. No problem.

He arrived shortly after two and we proceeded to move the furniture and boxes. It took all of about twenty minutes to do the work and it wasn't very hard either.

I knew it wouldn't take long before I asked his help.

When we finished, I asked him if he would like to shower and change. He laughed and told me that he hadn't even worked up a sweat and he didn't need a shower. I told him I had not taken a shower in the morning figuring I would need one by the time the moving was done. He told me to take my time and that he would put his change of clothes back in the car.

Everything had gone just as I had hoped it would. I took my shower and then began to dress. However, what I was putting on was not the standard 'housewife getting ready to prepare dinner garb.'

I pulled on a pair of dark seamless hose and attached them to the lacy garter belt that followed. Next I stepped into a pair of lacy, semi-transparent panties. A lacy half-cup bra was next followed by a silk, flower print, slightly transparent, just above the knee length front-buttoning dress. As I put on my makeup I was pleased with what I saw in the mirror. I hadn't dressed like this in ages. I gave one last look in the mirror, unbuttoned a button on the top and one at the bottom as I left the bedroom.

I had a momentary pang of guilt squeeze me. I hadn't dressed like this for Bill in ages. The only times in the past few years have been when we were going out for special occasion. But, the pang went away quickly and I proceeded to the living room

Ron was watching television and when he turned and saw me he gasped, "God, Bernie, I didn't know we were going out for dinner. You look absolutely awesome. I wouldn't think Bill would dare take you out looking like this."

I thanked him for the compliment and proceeded to move about the room straightening and adjusting things (things that really needed no attention). As I moved, he was watching and I used every opportunity to move in such a manner as to show off my lingerie and body. I was really pleased, as I could see myself in the mirror over the mantle, to note that the old girl could still look kind of sexy.

I didn't say anything while doing this and then I sat on the arm of his chair letting the dress fall open to mid thigh. Then leaning over, I brushed his lips with mine and said in an almost whisper, "We're not going out. I dressed this way for you." As I said it I let my hand drop to his upper thigh.

He jumped slightly and was ready to bolt from the chair as he grabbed my hand, moving it to the arm of the chair. "Bernie, we did it once and it was a mistake. We are all friends and we need to keep it that way."

"Yes Ron, we are friends. And friends, or not, we have our needs. What good is a friend if we can't help one another? I know that you could really use some female relief on occasions and I can definitely use a little more male relief than what Bill is able to provide. So it seems we both have a need and now we have a means for satisfying that need."

"But what about Bill?"

"There is no need for Bill to ever know."

"Bernie, this isn't right, I can't do this. You are a beautiful woman and you are very desirable, but the three of us are friends, and friends don't do this."

I looked at him and almost pleading, "Ron, I know it probably isn't right. But if no one gets hurt, it shouldn't make any difference. (You can see where my justifications had led me over the past few weeks.) If Bill doesn't know, nothing will change. I know that you and I can provide wonderful relief for each other and not have to feel guilty as long as we are discrete."

He started to protest but I leaned down and covered his mouth with mine. My tongue probed for his and at the same time I put my hand on his tent where things were obviously getting hard.

I pulled back and said, "Ron, your lips are saying one thing but your love tool is betraying you."

With that I put my lips back on his, slid off the chair arm and into his lap, still holding his cock through his slacks. As I slipped into his lap, the dress slid up exposing the top of my stockings and my upper thighs. With my free hand I took his and placed it inside my dress on top of my partly exposed breast.

He put up a slight struggle and then I felt him relax as lust began to take over. His hand on my breast began working itself into my half-cup to pull the tit out. A moment later he had extracted his hand that had been trapped between us and I felt it start to stroke the bare skin between the top of the stocking and my panties.

We continued with the foreplay for several minutes when Ron finally pushed me to get up. I was afraid he was going to try to end our passion. But then, without a word, he took me by the hand and started toward the bedroom.

I started to unbutton the remaining buttons when he moved up to me and said, "Let me do that. For us older guys, unwrapping the package is a big part of the fun."

I laughed and stood there while he undressed me. I was beginning to quiver with anticipation of having him in me again. But before I had a chance to get him undressed, he dropped to his knees, pulled me to him and pushed his face into my steaming pussy. I held on to a bed post, draped one leg over his shoulder, and let him eat me out.

He worked me into a screaming frenzy and I had an orgasm like old times. I covered his face with my juices and then my knee gave way and I fell on him, pushing him backwards and we lay there for a moment with his face hidden between my legs.

Gasping for breath, I got up and crawled over top of him and undressed him. This was another stop frame for me. I wanted his cock in me in the worst sort of way. But he had both arms wrapped around my butt holding my pussy in his face and I was facing his stiff ramrod.

There was nothing I could do at this point but take him in my mouth while he continued with his tongue in my pussy. I quickly reached a point where I couldn't take it any more and I was afraid he was going to come before I got him into me. I let his cock slip from my mouth and moaned, "Please Ron, fuck me. I need you in me now."

He quickly disengaged his licking and then I felt the broad head of his cock searching for entrance. I reached down and helped him and received instant gratification as he popped in. In a matter of moments he was pumping me into a gigantic climax and shortly I felt him start to pump me full of his cum. It was fantastic and I didn't want it to end.

He lifted up and I reached down and began to stroke his long shaft. Looking at the bedside clock I saw that it was almost four. I knew that we didn't have time for a second helping and still be cleaned up before Bill came home and I was really disappointed. I was ready to go and I could tell that Ron was also.

As we were cleaning up, Ron looked at me and said, "This is terrible for me to say, but even knowing it isn't the right thing to do, I want more. Would you come to my place tomorrow?"

I threw my arms around his neck, gave him a big kiss and simply replied, "What time?"

This was the beginning. We were very discrete and allowed plenty of time so that we could compose ourselves before Bill would be with us. We got together every three or four weeks and about one out of three times we would be at Ron's.

As we continued, I could see a change in Ron. He was much like we knew him before he lost Natalie. I know that I was extremely happy. And, as time went on I was convinced that this was the right thing for all of us.

This went on for about a year. And then, out of the blue, at dinner one night, Bill asked, "Hon I have a question. I have noted for several months now that Ron has pretty much regained his old personality. I also have noted that you seem to be especially peaceful and happy. Am I missing out on something?"

I about choked. But keeping my cool I replied, "Sweetie, I don't think I can answer for Ron. But I can tell you that I am very happy and I'm sure part of it is having our Ron back."

Well, you can call me an idiot. Why I didn't catch the warning sign in that question, I don't know. I didn't and things went on as usual for the next month.

I say things went on as usual, that's not entirely correct. Our 50th wedding anniversary was coming up and the kids were bugging us constantly for information and they were not making it a secret what they were doing.

Bill had indicated some time ago that we were going on a second honeymoon right after the celebration. He was taking us on a grand tour of the U.S and Canada by rail and we would be gone for six weeks.

The celebration was to be on Sunday night and the kids all arrived during the day on Thursday. Bill had rented a block of rooms at the luxury hotel close to the country club for everyone, including us. We all settled in to the hotel on Thursday night.

Again, with the excitement of the celebration and the forthcoming trip, I didn't give any real thought to the fact that none of the grandchildren or great grandchildren would be in attendance. And the real kicker is that I didn't pick up on the fact that the kids, though polite and attentive to me, suddenly were no longer conveying a real sense of excitement that they should have been exhibiting.

I was befuddled when I learned that with the exception of Ron, the party would be strictly family. None of our long-time friends in town had been invited. But I wrote it off thinking that the kids were having to watch their pennies and therefore were keeping it to just family.

As the night of the party approached, I was getting more excited and was anticipating the wonderful trip Bill had planned. However, with the extended trip, I suddenly decided to make arrangements to be with Ron the afternoon before the celebration, Saturday. Bill had to work in preparation for the trip and the kids all had things to do, including looking up and visiting old friends. I really had nothing else to do on Saturday afternoon.

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Most of what I will tell you now, I learned during the week after the celebration.

As the celebration approached, I had no idea what was going on in addition to the preparation for the party. Everyone seemed to be busy. It never occurred to me that they might be avoiding me.

It seems that about two months before our anniversary, on a night that Ron was coming for dinner (and he had come early), our neighbor, Carolyn, had a neighborly talk with Bill as he was coming in from work. In the conversation Ron was mentioned.

Carolyn was effusive when she told Bill how much she admired us for taking such good care of Ron. "I know he must enjoy his afternoons coming over and having someone to talk with."

Well anyway, her comment triggered something in Bill's mind and he had Carolyn clarify what she meant by afternoons.

Of course not hearing the conversation the only thing I know for sure is that Bill learned that Ron was coming over early in the afternoon on some occasions, not the four o'clock plus or minus time that Bill was familiar with.

I don't know exactly when Bill's suspicions began to build or when he took action. I now know that he hired a PI who was a member of his Kiwanis club to do some investigating. I also now know that through the PI he found out about at least two of my last trips to Ron's house.

The results of the previous activities became crystal clear the night of the anniversary celebration.

Bill had reserved the banquet room at the country club and with the kids he planned a wonderful steak dinner with a beautiful fresh strawberry cake and ice cream dessert.

When we finished, Bill stood and announced that he had a surprise for me. At the announcement, the room became as quiet as a tomb. In fact it was so quiet and no one was moving to the point I became frightened. In fact, the lack of any apparent action, announcement, or anything from anyone else added to my discomfort. Something was strange.

He went to a table and picked up a beautifully decorated box about the size of a shirt box, but twice a deep. Without any ceremony he brought the box to me and saying, "Bernie, we are celebrating our fiftieth year together. I have put together some items commemorating the end of fifty years."

He then handed me the box and instead of sitting down, he stood slightly behind and to the left of me.

All of a sudden, I wanted to bolt. What he had just said did not seem to convey any love or companionship. In fact, the words, 'end of fifty years,' were screaming at me. His remaining standing didn't seem right either. At that point I looked around at him and asked him to sit next to me. He started to refuse and then just nodded and sat next to me.

With trembling fingers I began to open the box. Inside were three smaller, rather flat boxes with neatly inscribed numerals 1, 2, and 3. Obviously I was to open them in that order. They didn't look like jewelry boxes, as a matter of fact, they couldn't contain anything much other that papers, cards, or photographs.

I looked at Bill and said, "What have you done sweetheart?" while trying to rise the fear that was now setting in.

He gave a weak smile and told me I would see in a minute.

I opened the first box and was removing the lid when I glanced across at my daughter and could see tears in her eyes. When the lid was removed I could see there were two or three photographs laying face-down.

I couldn't continue. I was quite sure I knew why all of this strangeness as of late. Ron was sitting on the other side of me and asked if I needed help. As he asked, he was lifting the photos from the box.

He turned the pictures over so that they were facing him and his face went ashen. He dropped the photos back in the box and now being picture side up, I saw the first one. I let out a scream that brought one of the club attendants in to see what was wrong. I don't need to describe to you what the pictures were.

I turned to say something to Bill. He was gone.

I felt like someone had just shoved an ice pick through my heart. Ron was sitting next to me with his head on the table and his hands covering the back of his head. Even if you couldn't hear him you could see from his convulsive movements that he was crying his eyes out.

Everything seemed to go into still-frame mode for several minutes. I was aware of the kids coming to me and saying how sorry they were. They helped me gather myself together and leave the club and then went to the hotel. I don't know what happened to Ron.

I told them that I didn't want to stay at the hotel; I wanted to go home. With much arm twisting on their part they convinced me that it would be better for me to stay the night. They were right, I couldn't have handled what I would find at home right then. It was horrible enough after having a little fitful rest.

While we were in the hotel Friday and Saturday, Bill had packed all of his belongings and personal things and moved them out.