My gracious readers, this is a "grown people" story about a couple who have been battle tested and scarred by life but still find their way to build a life together. That reconstruction, was based on the understanding that "there always is so much good in the worst of us and so much bad in the best of us that it ill behooves any of us to find fault with the rest of us." My thanks to James Truslow Adams for his observation about us humans.
This is a love story about forgiveness and redemption, and the benefits that come when love triumphs! I have decided to place it in the "Loving Wives," category, because there is none for "Loving husbands," even though there are other themes that pull upon it for inclusion.
The most compelling message is the love and devotion showed by a man who didn't abandon his woman in her darkest moments and helped her to find herself again. Men are not generally known for this, but ladies, some do exist!
The story contains elements of spousal abuse, infidelity and bisexuality, so if these themes are abhorrent to you, please read something else more palatable.
If you plan on voting and or commenting on this story, which I hope that you are, please remember that this is just a story, not a doctoral thesis, so set your professorial red pens and mortar boards aside and give yourself permission to ride an emotional roller coaster and get off saying,
"Yes!!!"
WHERE FANTASY AND REALITY MEET
Cynthia writhed, arms extended, balled-up fists gripping the bed sheets, eyes rolled back, mouth agape, toes splayed, as a long low wail, wrestled its way out her mouth. She felt that she was on the verge of losing her mind and was trying but failing to close her legs in an effort to stem the sensations created by the marauding tongue that attacked her crotch!
"Ohh Goddd!!!!! Jess...Pleeaassee!!!!!" she screamed, "pllleeaaseee!!! I cannttt cum anyyy moreee!!!"
Her lover finally relented, and she collapsed in her husband's arms, gasping and panting as she tried to suck enough air back into her depleted lungs! He smiled as she tossed and turned, body consumed by roaring passion.
Much later, when Cynthia walked the earth again, she realized that she was in her husband's arms. She drew his face to hers and kissed him softly, then turned to her lesbian lover, and submitted herself to her embrace. She clung to her like a drowning rat on a floating log, while she stroked and peppered her with soft kisses, until she fell asleep.
That torrid session was the fruition of many intimate conversations and discussions shared between Richard and Cynthia over the past ten years of their marriage. It wasn't something that they had just dreamed up, but something that they had both worked long and hard for, as he tried to assist her in completing her bucket list. They had been disappointed on many prior attempts, but never gave up, even when the fantasy that they had conjured up didn't live up to the reality.
This time, they had struck gold, and Cynthia was still aloft, not yet having returned to earth in a condition to fully express her joy to Richard; but he knew that this time fantasy and reality had become comingled!
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Richard Carter, a six-foot four African American product of Stone Creek, Georgia, worked at a stockbrokerage firm in New York City. He had earned an MBA degree from the Wharton School of Business in Philadelphia. His record showed that he was not admitted because of affirmative action, like so many of his white fellow students assumed, but because he was a brilliant student. He had worked and scraped, driven taxicabs, hustled in stockrooms in department stores, cleaned toilets in hotels, all to support himself while matriculating.
He was no stranger to scut work nor menial jobs, and took exception to comments from those whose legacy allowed them easy access, while concluding that he had not really earned his admission, as they ignored the fact that they hadn't. People found him somewhat guarded and reserved, but a great conversationalist once you got him started, particularly about the things for which he had a passion. He had a great and somewhat deprecating sense of humor and in spite of his accomplishments, he maintained a humble but not servile demeanor.
By dint of his work ethic and expertise, he had been appointed supervisor in his department, a fact that galled many less qualified white men who tried to make his work experience a living hell. He navigated his career with the patience of Job, never losing his cool, thwarting all efforts to besmirch his character.
As he was entering his office building one day, he met a statuesque and elegant looking, dark-skinned black woman who was arriving at the same time. He held the door open for her and she smiled and remarked,
"You are indeed a true gentleman. I have not had a man open a door for me in ages."
"I always open doors for women," he said, "my mother would come get me if I didn't." Then, rolling his eyes, a la Groucho Marx, he added, "and the more lovely the woman, the more I have to extend the courtesy."
"I see you like flirting too, don't you?" she teased.
"Not really," he replied, "but I couldn't let you go by without at least trying to get to know you. I'm Richard Carter, may I have the pleasure of knowing your name?"
"You are smooth too," she chuckled, "I'm Cynthia, Cynthia Jordan."
"I don't know how I could have worked here so long and never seen you." he countered.
"Well, I just started a few weeks ago, maybe that's why." She responded.
"I am happy to know that my eyesight has not failed me." He laughed.
"Well, off to work, I go, being who I am, I cannot afford to be late." She shared. He innately understood the import of her statement.
Later he was to discover that she had been fired from her previous job because she had refused to be a barista for her boss and white fellow workers, even though she was the only one in her department with a college degree.
"I hope to see you again soon." She added.
As she walked ahead of him, his vision recorded the image of an elegant, dark-skinned woman about 5'10", with a very shapely body. She carried herself so regally that he wondered how she could possibly still be single.
Her hair was trimmed short, in the style of many African women. Her eyes were expressive, her lush lips made for kissing, and her bottom... my God!!!!, it was rambunctious. It was the epitome of the classical African woman's ass, conjuring up images of pleasure beyond measure! His brain embedded the vision within it, ensuring a permanent record for him to recall and savor whenever he chose.
Before entering the elevator, she turned to look back at him, knowing where he would be staring. She shook her head as the door closed, thinking,
"Like every man that I meet, all he sees is my ass."
He discovered that her office was two floors above his, but unfortunately, he rarely saw her after that, and when he did, it was mostly when she was going to lunch with one or other of her fellow workers. Not wanting to appear too forward, by breaking into their conversation, he never accosted her beyond a wave of hello. She was surprised by this, because she expected that like most men, he would not have wasted any time before hitting on her, but to her surprise, he never did.
The few times that he observed her in an unguarded moment, she had such a wounded and sad expression on her face that he refrained from bothering her. He often wondered what its genesis was. It seemed as if her cheery exterior with people was a mask to cover a deep psychic pain which she never wanted anyone to see.
She was a product of the New York State University system. Her tenure there was tortuous by virtue of the fact that she was a beautiful woman.
Many of her professors and male fellow students assumed, as they often do with beautiful women, that she was only at university looking for a husband and would be willing to trade favors for passing grades. They discovered quite quickly to their chagrin, that was not her game plan. She kept her nose to the wheel, studied hard and kept her legs closed until she graduated.
Her first job in a community center, located in the Bronx, placed her in an environment with some hard case individuals. One of them was a very handsome light complexioned "pretty boy" who was the epitome of the "bad boy" to which so many women seemed attracted.
Everyone knew that he was a skirt chaser, but the women loved him anyway. He was on her case from her first day at work and when he realized after a year of trying, that she was not giving up the pussy like so many other women had, he proposed to her and for some inexplicable reason, she accepted.
He turned her out!
He introduced her to porn, marijuana and coke and taught her some unbelievable sexual positions including anal sex, which after the initial break-in period, she thoroughly came to enjoy.
The beatings started when she refused to turn her paycheck over to him. Later she learned that he was known for this. Early in her marriage, she discovered that fidelity was not one of his strong suits, but she had committed herself and planned to stick it out in the hope that he would change. He even encouraged her to go to orgies and though she declined, he continued besieging her.
On one such occasion, he assured her that if she went, she would not have to do anything that she didn't want to. Hearing that and wanting to be a fly on the wall to see what one was like, she decided that she would go, even though she had no intention of participating. She thought that she would be fine, because after all, she was going with her husband.
It was her worst nightmare!
Unbeknownst to her, he had arranged for several men to have sex with her, to cover gambling debts that he had incurred with them. He took her into a room with several black men and told her that he wanted her to experience a "cluster fuck!" She didn't even know what that was, until he told her to strip! When it became clear to her what he was suggesting, and realized that she was the one getting fucked, she refused.
Seeing how upset the men were, and having her husband inform her that the men would rape her if she didn't co-operate, she submitted to being the centerpiece of a seven-man gang bang.
They introduced her to things that she had never heard of or imagined. One she learned was called, being "airtight." It was a condition where all three of her openings were filled simultaneously. It was a trying experience for her, to say the least, as several of the men had quite large dicks and were not too gentle. The abuse ended by her introduction to another word that she didn't know, "bukkake." This was what the Japanese called the process of men ejaculating all over a woman's body, including her face and hair!
When they were through with her, she was so bruised, battered and humiliated that she cried all night. He tried to apologize by telling her that he owed the men a lot of money and they had told him that would be the price for them cancelling the debt. He vowed that he would stop gambling and that it would never happen again.
Three months later, he asked her to go once more and when she refused, he beat her. It was then that she realized that he never cared anything for her beyond what she could do for him. Whenever she refused to go, he beat her, which earned her many nights in hospitals as he would often slap, punch and brutalize her. She was too embarrassed to let anyone know of her domestic situation and suffered in silence.
Two years later, he was arrested and imprisoned for having sex with a minor and she drummed up the courage to quit her job and divorce him.
For the next five years, no man got close enough to kiss her, far less lay between her thighs.
It took a long time for her to heal!
Unaware of any of this, Richard greeted her warmly whenever he saw her and teased her respectfully about how she had destroyed any hope of his interest in other woman. She always accepted it humorously, never letting on how difficult her past was with men.
His office party was two weeks away and he figured that a good way to get to know her better was to ask her to go on a date with him. For several mornings, he waited outside the entrance to the building in the hope of being able to speak to her alone.
Finally, he saw her as she arrived, and she said,
"Well, hello, Mr. Carter, I haven't seen you in a while, how are you? Are you expecting a beautiful lady to show up so that you can open the door for her?"
Laughing he replied,
