I woke up out of a deep sleep, the pressure on my bladder almost unbearable. Quietly, so as to not disturb my wife, I slipped out of bed and padded down the hall to the bathroom. As I passed what seemed to be two gallons into the toilet I asked myself why I let myself drink so much beer so late in the evening. Especially, that now at fifty years old, it seemed to be a routine thing that I was up at night, at least once, to take a leak.
The last two nights my best friend Rick, stayed with us. We have known each other since kindergarten and we were inseparable until we graduated from college. He was the brother my parents never gave me and we shared everything we ever owned. Even now, although he worked out of Silicon Valley on the west coast, he always made it a point to visit us three or four times a year as he made his way around the country on business.
Last night, Harriett, Rick, and I sat up until almost midnight, drinking beer and reminiscing about our college days. Recalling old friends and wondering about what had become of them and all the new dirty details about Rick's latest romances. He had never married and he lived the life of a carefree bachelor. We didn't stop talking and drinking until we had finished half a case of beer and then the three of us staggered off to bed.
As I sleepily made my way back to bed from the bathroom, I heard the quiet murmur of voices coming from the bedroom at the end of the hall. The room that had been my son's bedroom before he left for college. In passing, I glanced into my bedroom to check and see if Harriett had been disturbed and to my surprise, she was not there. I guess she wasn't there when I got out of bed and I had been too sleepy to notice.
I continued down the hall to the last door and it was from there that the voices quietly emanated. It was too indistinct to make out the words so I carefully opened the door until I could understand what was being said and see what was going on inside.
The foot of the bed faced the door and so did my wife's back. The little night light that we keep plugged into the wall made it possible to see that she was obviously riding Rick's cock, cowgirl style. Her body was blocking any view he might have had of the doorway. Neither one of them having any idea that I was quietly observing them. Her hips were doing the slowest, most sensuous hula I had ever seen.
"Oh God, you feel so good inside of me Rick," I heard her say, "The times I get to enjoy you like this are too few and too far between. I wish that Tom would admit that he knows what has been going on between us. I almost jumped you right there in the family room the first time he dozed off."
A cloud must have passed away from in front of the moon and her back was suddenly spot lighted by a moonbeam. I was able to see as she reached a small climax and shuddered. The motion of her hips changed from the hula to an undulating rocking of her pelvis. "That's it," she breathed, "Not too rough, twist my nipples. Yes, yes, just like that. Oh yes, oh god."
She fell forward, gasping as an intense orgasm overtook her, collapsing on his chest. All I could see of her was her ass, broadened by her folded position, and the base of his cock where it disappeared into her leaking, cheating, cunt.
I heard him this time, "Harri, you are the hottest, sexiest woman I have ever met. How did I ever let you get away?"
"This pussy would have been yours if you could have kept your pecker in your pants when we were engaged. But then you might have been sharing it with Tommy. I love the way you use your cock but I can't love a man who can't keep it only for me. So Tommy's my guy but over the years you have been a wonderful, occasional diversion to break up the monotony of my marriage."
I had moved into the room now, quietly leaning against the door jamb. My stomach was a boiling, seething cauldron of hot acid. I could have killed both of them on the spot but that was not my style. I was through with both of them but it would be on my terms and my timing.
I turned on the light. Harriett, startled, sat bolt upright still impaled on his cock, her thighs still straddling his body. A momentary look of panic crossed her face as I walked towards them. Her expression changed when she saw the hard-on sticking out of my boxers. Hell, I had just seen a very explicit sex show and, although my rage had not abated, I was still aroused. She smiled, obviously thinking I wanted join them in a threesome, somehow excusing her infidelity.
"Rick," I said quietly, "get the fuck out of my house, NOW. I never want to see you again. Take the slut with you; you broke her vows, now you own her." Then I turned and walked out of the room.
A short time later I heard some shuffling in the hall and then I heard the front door close and a car pull away. Rick was gone but I doubted that she was. That doubt was confirmed when the door knob rattled as she tried to enter our bedroom. I had wedged a chair under the knob in anticipation of her trying to return to out marital bed.
"Tom," I heard her softly call, "please let me in. We have to talk."
'Yeah,' I thought to myself, 'so you can tell me how much you love his cock and how monotonous our marriage is.' I never answered her plea but I couldn't fall back to sleep either. My mind took me back to when we met her, back almost twenty five years ago, back when we were in college.
He was Dick then, it was before the name became a pejorative, and I was Tom just as I am now. We were both juniors, third year students at a mid western university checking out the girls in the incoming freshman class at their orientation. We both spotted her at the same time and we swooped in like a pair of hunting hawks on a helpless prey.
We separated Harriet from the rest of the flock and from that moment on we were the Three Musketeers, Tom, Dick and Harri. We ate together, socialized together, studied together and yes, even slept together, and we continued to do so even after Dick and Harri got engaged at Thanksgiving in her second year in school.
The engagement lasted only until April of the following spring when Harriet, upon returning to her dorm room because of a cancelled class, discovered Dick screwing her roommate. He was always a player and it was a rare coed who could resist his charms when he set his sights on her. For Harriett, it was the moment of realization that he could never be faithful to her. She cancelled the engagement and returned his ring within the following week.
Just two weeks following the breakup both he and I graduated and he was off to California to follow the magic world of computers and cyber space and I remained for two more years to get an MBA in finance. Harriett and I became a couple. I was her best friend now and I was the one she turned to for consolation. I was now her only lover and upon her graduation and my completing my MBA it was just natural for us to get married. It was also imperative since she was already pregnant with our son.
We settled in New York because I had gotten a good job with an investment bank on Wall Street and Harriett became a stay at home mother. Six months after Robbie was born, Dick, now renamed Rick, showed up after being absent for two and a half years. He was now a sales associate for IBM, traveling the country, selling and maintaining their computer services. He was still single and still the prime example of the modern traveling salesman. Thus began the three or four times a year visits with him staying with us whenever is was convenient.
My sudden epiphany, lying there in bed, was the realization that he probably had been fucking her every time he stayed with us. My God, how blind and stupid could I have been! I was soon to find out.
There was no way I could fall back to sleep, so at first light I got out of bed and made myself some coffee. I was on my second cup when Harriett came down and asked, "What do you want for breakfast?"
I replied with a question of my own. "Why didn't you leave with him last night?"
"Why would I do that?" she countered, "This is my home, you're my husband and you are the man I love. This is where I want to be."
