Author's note. It is that time of year when the days grow dark and short and my mood travels along. This tale is shorter and darker and the characters possibly less likeable than some of my earlier offerings. I hope it isn't too jarring for readers expecting sunbeams and butterflies.
Fair Warning. Many of you won't like this series. It contains non-consent and certainly reluctance, cuckoldry, interracial sex, drug abuse or drug usage, cheating, impotence, mature, the problems of aging and is in general rather dark. Further, many of you will find my characters actions stupid, illogical, selfish and in many cases juvenile. I only want to say two things.
When people feel their lives crumble around them, they grasp at straws, they do poorly thought out and really stupid things. Welcome to humanity.
This is a work of fiction, not real life. Enjoy or not enjoy. Get over it. I welcome PMs if you want to chat as well as comments from regular Lit members.
John here. Note to my readers, while I wrote this second chapter in my own voice again, it is a work of collaboration between Suzan and me. I submitted this version to Suzan asking her to add her private thoughts at the time. Both my and Suzan's thoughts are to the best of our recollection and appear in italics.
Ch 2
Just what you want to be. You will be in the end.
As I drove away from my own home like the coward I was, all I could think was
you fucking idiot. What the fuck did you do! You had a perfectly wonderful relationship with a loving wife and you threw it all away. She told that fucker she loved him, Loved his Big black Cock. What did I do. What was I thinking. I thought I was giving Suzan something she wanted and needed. I hadn't imagined that she wanted it and needed it as much as she did. Oh fuck. Now what should I do now?
After posting my story from the office, I was not sure it was safe to go home yet so I went to a bar in the neighborhood and had a few stiff drinks. Once I had a moment to absorb the info and calm down, I thought back to that first night. All the signs were there when Suzan and I had our birthday dinner, but I didn't pay enough attention or properly process what I was hearing and seeing.
When I got back to the motel after dropping off Jordan, Suzan was almost ready to go to dinner and looking radiant. I changed quickly and we headed off to the restaurant, a high-end steak and seafood place. Suzan was smiling happily and wearing the dress easily flaunting her sexuality. She had put on makeup in a color and style that made her look younger, she could pass for 45 at that moment. Her face was relaxed and happy, minimizing any wrinkles she fought so hard to moisturize out of existence. She looked so hot and had that look of sexual satisfaction I had missed on her for a couple years.
Suzan wanted a dozen raw oysters and then we ordered one steak and one lobster tail to share. Sharing each other's food was kind of our couple's thing. Suzan was coming down from the high and was a little subdued at first. She had a cosmo and I bourbon rocks. The drinks were quite good. We were sitting at a booth for four, in the back side by side. "Are you OK honey?"
"I guess. But I think the drugs are finally wearing off and I am feeling, low, sad and somehow empty. I should have expected this, except someone decided
not
to share the plan so I didn't have any time to research and prepare. I was offered nose candy and willingly accepted, my bad for not asking about the downside first. I got caught up in the moment. Speaking of candy, am I up to your standards? Am I eye candy tonight?"
"Absolutely!" Her hand strayed to her lap, and I watched in amazement as My Wife pulled up her dress and ran her fingers up and down her bare slit. I saw her pussy and fingers glisten with moisture. I couldn't believe my normally conservative life partner was doing this in a public place without a hint of self-consciousness or embarrassment. I was Gob smacked. I reached for her hand and then pushed the dress flap down between her legs to cover her. She moaned at my touch.
"Should we cancel our meal and take you back to the room?" I asked her.
"NO. I am hungry, and the oysters are just making me horny. Besides, what would we do back in the room that would be as good as this afternoon?" This was the first inking I had that I had FUCKED up BIG TIME and hadn't bothered to think my actions through to the inevitable conclusions. My limited imagination never foresaw this as a possible outcome.
Fuck me. Fuck my ED. Fuck my imagination
.
"I smiled holding her hand. I suppose we could watch some more porn. I could eat your pussy and use more toys on you. I could try taking a triple dose of Viagra."
Suzan frowned. "That could kill you." Then with teasing sarcasm, "I suppose your life insurance payout would be nice. I could retire and find a new lover or lovers."
I was hurt by that but tried not to show it. "Yes. You could have all the BBC you could handle. Sounds fun. You could go wild with me out of the picture."
Suzan looked strickened and took a gulp of her Cosmo before smiling and saying, "Let's enjoy our meal and then you can eat me and stuff toys in my cunt." A thought occurred to her as she smelled the fingers that had been in her pussy. "Do you think you can eat me with Jordan's spunk oozing out of me?" She moved the fingers to my lips directly under my nose. I was surprised that the aroma didn't repel me. I smelled her usual good pussy smell with something new and different added.
My heart started to race, but my useless cock remained relatively inert, it just got slightly larger. I took a pull of the whisky and thought,
what the fuck is wrong with me why does this excite me. Smelling another man's deposit in my wife of decades. Pervert.
Aloud I said, "Not bad. I love the way your pussy smells, I always have. Today you have a hint of something different added. The combo isn't bad, I could and would eat you if you want. You must know I would do anything to make you happy." I picked up an oyster and using the tip of my tongue played with it in its shell before slurping it into my mouth. Noticing that Suzan's hand was back to her pussy and had two fingers in, I held the oyster in my mouth and went in for a kiss. Our lips met and I forced Suzan's open with my tongue and when she responded with passion, I transferred the oyster into her mouth. Suzan moaned and went rigid in my arms for a moment. "Did you cum, Babe? Did you just cum in a restaurant full of people? And dressed like a tart?"
"I did. And don't you think I make a good tart? That guy over there with the lovely blonde girl hasn't taken his eyes off me. I don't know if it is my tits and cleavage, or he can see my cunt under the table." Suzan then opened her legs wide and started to pull open her ample lips to show off her butterfly. She was proud of her butterfly. Her slit was shaved bare since she didn't think it was safe to dye her pubic hair to cover the grey. From my vantage point above I was unable to fully appreciate the butterfly. The guy watching took a big pull on his drink and then seemed to make a decision.
He spoke to his date and stood up, carefully and discreetly adjusting his trousers to accommodate the tent in his pants, he approached us. He was careful to walk a path that blocked our table from his date's view. When he arrived in front of us, he started a dialog, with no preamble or introductions. "Ma'am I couldn't help but notice that you forgot your panties at home. I have been enjoying the view and don't mean to be too forward, but this is an expensive restaurant and I doubt other diners would be as fascinated by your charms."
Smiling sweetly, Suzan blushed a little and closed her legs. "I am so sorry young man. I will have to be more careful. My husband and I are celebrating our birthday today and I think we went a little overboard with our partying. Sorry to make you uncomfortable. Was your date offended? If so, please apologize for me." Offering her hand she said, "I am Suzan, this is my husband, John."
"Hi Suzan, John, I'm Tom. Nice to meet you both." Feeling the pussy slime she had transferred to his fingers Tom was unable to resist the urge to bringing the fingers to his nose. He took a deep breath of my wife's scent and his nostrils flared and pupils dilated.
Suzan smiled sweetly, "You like? Can I get your contact info, maybe we can get together." In a daze Tom handed her a business card and stumbled back to his date.
I was dumbfounded. This was so unlike my normally proper wife. "Suzan, What is going on with you? I can't believe this day! What happened to My
wife
? Where did
she
go?"
"John, your wife is still here. You are just experiencing your real wife raw and unfiltered for the first time. I have always been a sexual being, remember what we had before the ED took you from me? I have missed my sex life badly. Somehow you knew what I needed and figured out how to give it to me, forced me to accept it. I tried my best to resist, be a good girl, but you kept at it and opened my Pandora's box." She threw her legs open again and spread her butterfly wings and said, "See? Are you having regrets?"
"Yes! Yes, I am. I never expected such a change in you. This is crazy!"
"Sorry honey, Man up. You chose this for me, for us. It's too late to go back now."
"Oh fuck, fuck me! What are you saying? You are going to call Tom and fuck him? Fuck Jordan again?"
The directness of that question startled her. She blinked at me and looked sad. "I am not saying I will and I am not saying I won't. Let's finish this delicious meal and go back to the room. We can snort a few lines and see what happens. Tomorrow we will see. I have no more idea what the future holds than you do." Then she kissed me. A long lingering kiss that took our breath away. Our food arrived and being famished we ate everything save the garnish, steak fat and lobster shells. Although Suzan pulled off the back swimmers and sucked out the tiny bit of meat they contained and cleaned the steak bone. When the bill came along with two Crème Brule with candles, we were surprised to see that the total was zero. The note said 'Happy birthday, Tom'.
