Thanks to Linda62953 for first editing and improving this story and Hockey25 for additional valuable suggestions.
Special thanks to editor extraordinaire and fledgling author
LovelyAnon
for later fixes and suggestions that challenged me to do better. And thanks to author/editor DarkTwistedDesires for spotting a mistake that I introduced when I was revising the story.
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Everyone agreed that Nelson was Mr. Cool.
What drew women to him was what finally made Gelsey file for divorce. In college, she had been among the many girls attracted to his personality. Unlike other boys she dated, Nelson didn't need constant ego stroking and attention. He never took anything seriously, including himself. Nothing ever bothered him.
They ran into each other again a few years after college. He was the top salesman for the software company where she headed the testing department. They dated and drifted into marriage. He knew Gelsey was more passionate about everything than he was, and he was fine with that.
They hardly ever had words. She catered to him, and he appreciated it. In bed, she knew what he liked and did it for him. He never remembered what she liked, but when she reminded him, he was glad to do it.
On business trips, he sometimes had one-night stands, not because he was looking for them, but because his nonchalance was still a magnet for women, whether clients or strangers at the hotel lounge.
He was an open book. Within a few minutes of conversation, the women knew he was a safe one-night adventure. There wouldn't be any messy complications because it meant less to him than to them.
Gelsey wouldn't have been happy to learn about these encounters, so he was discreet. It wasn't like he could tell her much anyway. How could he feel the guilt of cheating, shame, remorse or any other emotion if he forgot the episodes almost before they were over?
One day, Gelsey told him she had had enough. She needed more emotional nourishment than he was giving her and had found someone else to provide what she had been missing. Her announcement didn't faze him. He shrugged. Divorce? Sure. No problem. What did it really matter?
She told him that since they didn't have kids, the divorce should be easy. Though state law said she was entitled to fifty per cent of everything, her calculations showed he brought in sixty per cent of their income. She instructed her lawyer to ask for an allocation of only forty per cent of their assets and no alimony. Her lawyer thought she was crazy, and his lawyer thought the same thing but told him to shut up and not do anything to upset her until the decree.
They continued to live together until the divorce was final, with him sleeping in the guest room. The settlement day was three weeks away when a friend needled him while they were eyeing girls at a bar.
"How does it feel to lose your wife to another woman?" his friend asked.
"What are you talking about?"
"You know. Linda."
"Linda?" Nelson asked.
"I don't know her last name. I mean the woman your wife is -- I'm sorry. I thought you --."
His friend stopped in mid-sentence as he looked at Nelson. He had never seen him get angry or upset. But the man in front of him was turning purple. His nostrils were flaring like an angry bull's.
Nelson didn't say another word, but he slammed his drink down on the bar, turned around on his stool, jumped down and began striding toward the exit. As the crowd caught sight of the murderous expression on his face, it parted like the Red Sea to let him through.
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Gelsey was watching television when he got home, but he took the remote, turned it off and stood glaring at her. She was astonished. She had never seen his face like that in all the years she had known him.
"What is it, Nelson?" she asked. "What's wrong?"
He sputtered for a while before he could get any words out.
"Who's Linda?" he snarled.
She started when she heard the name.
"You never asked me anything, Nelson, so I thought you didn't want to know. I know you are a bit homophobic, so I didn't want to rub your face in it."
"You're leaving me for a lesbian!" he said angrily. "She doesn't even have a dick. You aren't a lesbian. A lesbian wouldn't want the things you ask me to do."
"You're being awfully crude about it, Nelson. I don't know what I am, and I don't care. All I know is that I've been putting up with lukewarm love for a long time and someone finally showed me what hot love was like, and I prefer it. It happened to be Linda.
"Our emotional connection is just as strong as our sexual connection. Unlike you and me, Linda and I fight sometimes, and I love it when we do, because the makeup sex is fantastic. She has blood in her veins, not ice.
"I'm not complaining about our years together. You are who you are, and I knew what you were when we got married. This is not about me hating you or betraying you. Once you calm down, you'll realize this means nothing to you. As soon as they know you're available, more women than you can imagine are going to swarm around you. I've already heard from some of them. You'll soon forget I ever existed."
She looked at him and saw that he was still fuming. She felt sorry for him. She had assured Linda there would be no problem with the divorce. Nelson would take it in stride, just like he did everything else. The last thing she expected was for him to react this way.
"It's disgusting," he finally spat out. "You're not in your right mind. How can you let one of those ugly rug munchers touch you? They make my skin crawl. I know I'm not perfect, but at least I'm a man. You are making a big mistake. You're going to ruin your life."
"Nelson, I'm going to forgive all the horrible things you're saying, because I see you're drunk. I know this comes from your mother deserting you when you were ten and finding out later that she ran off with another woman.
"I've told you this before, Nelson, but you won't listen. Not all gay people are monsters. They are the same as you or me. The only difference is whom they love.
"I'm sure there are gay men and lesbians who are just as emotionally stunted as you are. But Linda is not one of those. She's vibrant and full of life."
"You are talking nonsense," he said. "They are not like us, and they should stick to their own kind, and we should stick to ours."
"That's enough, Nelson," said Gelsey. "I'm not discussing this anymore. In all the time I've known you, I've never seen you so worked up. You know, except for what you say, it's exciting to see you fly off the handle like this. I wish I had inspired that kind of emotion before. But now, it's too late.
"I'm going upstairs, and I suggest you call it a night, too. You'll be embarrassed tomorrow morning when you remember how serious you got, and we'll have a good laugh. This is really nothing in the big scheme of things. That's what you always tell me."
She went to their bedroom, but Nelson wasn't in any mood to go to the guest room. He went to the cabinet in the living room, selected a bottle and brought it back to the kitchen. He poured himself a glass, and then a few more. An hour later, he still wasn't feeling any better, but he stood up anyway, although it was difficult.
He turned toward the guest room, but then he looked at the stairs. He stared at them for minute while he held onto the kitchen table. Then he aimed himself at the stairs and staggered to them. He held onto the railing and sat down.
It took him ten minutes to remove his socks and shoes and fifteen more minutes until he was naked, with his clothes in a pile at his feet. He looked down and saw that his cock was standing straight out. Being drunk wasn't going to stop him. He was going to save Gelsey.
He began climbing the stairs. He put one foot on a stair, and then brought the other one up while holding the rail tightly. It took him a long time to get to the top. Once there, he turned off all the lights. When he opened the door to their bedroom, his eyes were accustomed to the dark, and he could see Gelsey's form under the sheets. He slowly shuffled his feet across the floor until he stood over her.
She was lying on her back, and the sheet was at her waist. She was wearing one of her light nightgowns. Nelson knew she usually didn't wear anything under it. She was in a deep sleep. Nelson wondered what she was dreaming about. Could it be her lesbian lover? He had to wake her up from that nightmare.
He slowly pulled the sheet off her. Her nightgown had ridden up her body, and her shapely legs were exposed. He drew in a breath. She was beautiful. He looked at her in a new way. In the dim light, she was like a work of art. Why had he never noticed before?
He carefully crawled onto the bed below her feet and turned to face her. He gently lifted her legs at the knees and waited for her to stir, but she didn't wake.
He pushed her knees apart until she was spread before him. How exciting it was to see her like this! He couldn't remember being so aroused. He put his head between her legs and began licking her. She made a sound, and her legs spread wider.
Yes. This is what she wanted, a man to give her pleasure. He felt her juices begin to flow and her lower lips opening. He pushed his tongue between them and softly moved it around inside her until he felt her clitoris. He began licking it, and he heard a loud moan.
Almost immediately the moan was followed by a scream.
"Help! Stop! Who's there? Help! Help! Nelson! Nelson! Help me, please!"
She tried to push his head away with her hands as she continued to scream and call for him.
