I didn't have a sequel to Time Out, which appeared in Loving Wives on July 28, 2016, in mind when I published it, and normally I would never consider doing a sequel to a story so poorly rated. However, because I REALLY like the story myself, and because I got enough comments and emails begging for a sequel, I have relented. What I do NOT do, however (at least I don't think that I ever have in the almost 130 stories that I have published on Literotica) is do the story from another character's (Loraine's in this case) point of view. This sequel is still all Dan, but Loraine's activities become clear from Dan's investigation.
This story will not make any sense unless you read Time Out first.
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Main Characters from Time Out (ages and relationships given are at the start of the sequel):
Dan Perkins; engineer, husband, and father; this is my first person account
Loraine Perkins; medical technician, my wife of 21 years, and the mother of my children
Judy Fettig; psychologist, counselor, and the one who recommended Time Out
John Braxton; psychologist, my friend and tennis partner, who recommended Fettig
Cheryl Perkins; my and Loraine's 18 year old daughter
Logan Perkins; my and Loraine's 16 year old son
Betsy Johnson aka Carol; the woman that I met at Time Out and fell in love with
After making passionate love to Betsy twice in her hotel room, she and I talked. I was afraid that my standing in the community would be destroyed, and that I would badly hurt Loraine, Cheryl and Logan; however I had fallen so hard for Betsy that I had no choice but to be with her. She had already divorced her husband hoping to be with me. While I seemingly was bewitched and couldn't help falling in love with Betsy, what I could control was how honest and above-board I was with Loraine and the kids about it.
There were tears in Betsy's eyes when I left her room. "I hate destroying your life – but I can't stand not to be with you," she said as she wrung her hands.
"We didn't ask for it to happen, we were both just trying to improve our lives," I philosophically replied as I kissed her goodbye.
As I walked back to my office a knot started forming in my stomach. My meeting with Loraine would be the hardest thing that I ever had to do in my life. I finished up at work about 6:00 p. m. and was home by 6:30. It was Loraine's turn to cook, and she had dinner in preparation. Logan was shooting baskets on our driveway with one of his buddies, and Cheryl was deep in her seemingly never-ending preparations for college; she was leaving in about a month.
Loraine could tell that something was wrong. "Why do you look like the dog died?" she asked.
"Let's talk about it after the kids go to bed," I replied.
"Since they seem to be staying up later than we are this summer, I don't think that's going to be practical – we both have to work tomorrow you know," Loraine responded with a smile.
"OK – then a trip to the park after dinner; how's that?"
"Suits me," she retorted, and then finished dinner preparation while I got changed.
Despite what was praying so heavily on my mind, the dinner conversation the four of us – joined by Logan's basketball friend, Jimmy, who was invited to stay for our meal – was pretty normally upbeat. Loraine gave me a strange glance, on occasion, and I probably did the same, but nothing that anyone else would notice.
Once the kids cleaned up dinner dishes Loraine and I announced that we were going on a walk in the park, and immediately hopped in my car, drove the 1.4 miles there, and walked to our favorite isolated bench and sat down. I got right to the point.
"Loraine, I love and respect you too much to beat around the bush. Time Out turned out to be a really bad situation for me. I fell in love, I broke my pledge by revealing my real name and residence to the woman I fell in love with, and today she showed up in town, having divorced her husband. I made love to her this afternoon in her hotel room. I can't cheat on you and the kids, but I can't give her up, so I'll be filing for divorce in the near future. I'm so sorry," I lamented.
I was near tears.
Loraine was not.
Loraine dropped a bombshell as surprising as when Judy Fettig had hit us with her "Time Out" one. Grasping my hands and staring into my eyes she said "I could tell since you got back that something was going on in your head, Dan. I understand your situation because I already anticipated it. However, this doesn't have to be the end for us. We have the kids, our position in the community, and our families to think about. Let's take the time to explore some other options lest we do something rash."
I was flabbergasted. As her stare and hand-holding continued I stammered out "W-what...uh...other options...could there be?"
"Well, I'm not really sure," she said with a wane smile, still making intense eye contact. "The point is that divorce is so drastic. I think that both of us need to reflect on the situation, that's all. Maybe we even go and talk to Judy Fettig again."
Loraine could tell that I was confused. After a short delay she said, "Look; why don't you continue seeing Carol for a couple of hours a day for a week or so until I think seriously about this? You can think of other possible options too, and maybe even discuss it with her. Isn't it worth some thought time, and probably seeing Judy, in view of our twenty one years of marriage and two kids?"
Although something was really off, I had to agree with Loraine's logic. I was more of a zombie or automaton than a human being as Loraine and I walked back to the car hand-in-hand; I made her drive home.
"The strange" kept happening for the rest of the night.
As I plopped down on my favorite armchair to watch some mindless TV to try and digest what had happened this day-of-days, I noticed Loraine going into Cheryl's room.
Not long after Loraine exited Cheryl's room, Cheryl came and plopped next to me and started asking my advice about a number of issues that she became aware of as she prepared to go to college. While I always thought that Cheryl and I had a great relationship, this one-on-one solicitation of advice was unusual, as was the big kiss, hug, and "Thanks, Dad – I love you," as she skipped away after our talk.
After Cheryl left, Logan and his buddy, Jimmy, joined me in watching TV and peppered me with questions and requests for advice. After about a half an hour Logan popped up and said "Thanks, Dad. I'm going over to Jimmy's house to spend the night – but there are some other things that I want to talk about tomorrow," after which he gave me a hug, and Jimmy gave me a high-five.
When I went into the bedroom to get ready to go to sleep, a candle was burning on each nightstand. Loraine walked out of her closet holding a teddy in her hand – but naked.
"What perfect timing, Dan," she sing-songed. "Why don't we save some water and shower together before we turn in? I know that it's been an exhausting day and that will help us relax."
"Uh...yeah...sure," was my startled reply. I had showered in Betsy's hotel room and wasn't really expecting to shower again before bed, but there was something unusual about Loraine's approach that had me intrigued.
In the shower, Loraine did her best to excite me sexually. While I had blown my wad twice that afternoon, and never had three times in a day since I was at Time Out and regularly fucking Carol/Betsy three and four times a day, my twitching cock indicated that I was up for it.
After we dried off, Loraine snuggled up to me, holding the teddy in one hand. "Do I really need this fucking thing?" she stated more than asked, followed by a giggle as she tossed it aside and passionately kissed me while massaging my testicles with one hand.
In the next twenty minutes, Loraine was a dynamo. She sucked my testicles, swore a blue streak, vigorously rubbed every part of her body over every part of mine, and then rode me cowgirl with an intensity never matched by anyone else in my life, except for Carol/Betsy. I came like a freight train, she screamed in orgasm, and we collapsed. We passed out more than fell asleep.
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The human mind works in mysterious ways. That was clear to me when I woke up with a start about 3:30 a. m. Naked Loraine was lightly snoring with her head touching, though not on, my shoulder, and one leg over one of mine. It seems that my REM-sleep brain had processed all of the information that I had accumulated, but was not able to analyze, that day.
To make sure that my mind wasn't playing tricks on me I carefully got up without waking Loraine, went to my computer, and looked up REM sleep. What I found was: "REM sleep facilitates the way creativity combines certain associative elements into new combinations that are necessary or helpful for problem solving. This has been attributed to the cholinergic and noradrenergic neuromodulation that occurs while someone is in a REM state."
While I can't say that I understood every word of that description, to me the meaning was clear – during sleep I had made logical associations between events that puzzled me during the day. The associations raised many questions that themselves suggested an answer I had never, ever, considered before. Those questions were:
–Why was Loraine so philosophical, bordering on blasé, about my revelation that I was in love with someone else?
–Why were there no tears, hysterics, recriminations, etc.?
–How did Loraine know the Time Out fake name – Carol – of the woman that I fell in love with since I never told her neither Betsy's real or fake names?
–How did the kids suddenly need to solicit my advice, especially when I thought about it the answers to 90% of their questions were obvious?
–Why was Loraine recommending that we see Judy Fettig again when I had come to the conclusion that she had steered us wrong?
–And, most perplexing of all, if Loraine could fuck like she did that night we never, ever, would have had any problems with the marriage going stale; so was she just going through the motions before? Was she capable of the passion of the previous evening all of the time? Was the "staleness" of the sex primarily due to her past attitude? Was she using ramped up sex to manipulate me?
I actually input all of those questions into a word processing document, with the following preliminary conclusion: "Situation with Fettig was a complete setup to further Loraine's purposes, and I have been, and am, being played."
My reaction to my preliminary conclusion was intense anger – and something else. My cock was rock hard again. I went back to bed, started licking and fingering Loraine's cunt, and when she woke up turned her on her hands and knees, penetrated her in one stab, and proceeded to fuck her with a vigor I only had had with Betsy/Carol over the last ten years as I simultaneously abused both of her nipples while feverishly stroking in-and-out. When I ejaculated into her she was rendered virtually comatose.
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I never told you what type of engineer I am. It's important that I do now. I'm an electronics engineer having worked on many sophisticated listening and computer data-gathering devices that are on the market. Also, I alone invented a secret listening device that is used by NSA. I never before had occasion to use that technology in my personal life – now I did.
Using – in one case the use was clearly in violation of law because the technology was only to be used by NSA and only those with the highest security clearance knew of its existence and capabilities – only the devices that I had solely, or as part of a team, developed and were readily available to me in my lab, by the end of the day I had everything in place to find out what I wanted to know. The only person I trusted was Betsy.
Betsy and I went to lunch the day after Loraine's unexpected response to my request for a divorce. During the ninety minutes we sat in the restaurant, touching one body part or another the entire time I told her what I suspected. While I had lots to do after lunch, and she had job-hunting to do too, we did have time to go to her hotel room. I pushed her against a wall of her room, pulled down her wet panties and lifted up her skirt, entered her from the rear with little foreplay, and we quickly fucked each other almost unconscious.
As I got ready to leave her hotel room she giggled. "You have a 'just-fucked' look; are you going back to the office like that?"
