May was in Bart’s Place ruminating over the loss of Al in her life. She had spilled her guts to Bart, confessing her double life with a man other than her husband and bemoaning that it was over. Her perfect world had fallen apart.
Not only was her lover leaving her for another woman, but to make matters worse, her husband Bob, had kicked her out of their house and had a lover himself. She was disconsolate, especially after almost fucking the ex-boyfriend of her best friend. The future looked decidedly bleak.
Her spirits soared when Bob showed up at the bar and asked her to return home with him. Her anger at him immediately evaporated, and she jumped up to hug and kiss him.
They sat with companionable quiet while she explained her situation, and then she said, “I’m sorry if you were neglected the last several weeks. I thought you had just lost interest in me. You were so busy with planning for Tommy’s career, and with your golf buddies, I was lonely. I wish you had said something.”
“I’m afraid my ego took a hit every time you went to stay with Al. I know he’s a nice guy and I actually like him, but I became sure that I could not compete for your affection, and sex with me had become a necessary chore for you.”
It looks as if we both misunderstood the other. Let me go to the ladies’ room, then let’s pack up my stuff and go home.” Bob asked Bart for the check.
The barman said, “May seems like a nice lady. I have chatted with her quite a bit. It looks like you two will work things out, and I won’t see her again.”
“Perhaps not, but you never know. Do women ever come here with their husbands?” Bob sensed that Bart was attracted to May.
“Yes, sometimes, but mostly, they don’t leave with them. The motel down the street should pay me royalties.”
“Do you ever get any of the action?” Bob inquired.
“Occasionally, but it’s pretty late when I close the joint and can be available. Most have gotten where they are going by then.”
In the bathroom, May made a decision. When she returned to the bar, she handed Bob her wadded-up panties. Unlike the ones she gave Gerard, these were fresh and smelled of the soap she had showered with. It was a symbolic gesture that Bart watched with interest. He smiled, and they shook hands before they left.
As she and Bob walked to the hotel, he commented that Bart seemed interested in her. She said she hadn’t noticed, but she enjoyed chatting with him and thought he was attractive and nice. “He’s at least a bit more age-appropriate than your Al.” Then he asked her about Gerard.
“Well, I bumped into him here last night when I was in a bad place and a bit tipsy. When he heard that Al had dumped me, he bought me more drinks and asked me to dance. You remember me telling you that we danced at the charity ball; he is pretty good and he put a full-court press on me last night.”
“Did he kiss you?” They had reached her room.
“He did more than that; we danced very close; he put his hands on my ass, and he pressed his hard cock against my belly as we swayed to the music. I could tell it was big. We kept dancing and kissing, and he caressed my tits. I became very turned on, so in the ladies’ room, I took off my wet panties and handed them to him when I came out. He sniffed them like a dog.
“Then we came here to my room and started to make out some more.” Bob was getting quite turned on. May could see the bulge growing in his slacks. Maybe we should christen the room before leaving, she thought.
“After a lot of kissing—he is a great kisser by the way—I took out his cock and started to give him head. If he had kept his mouth shut, I probably would have fucked him, but he started boasting about his sexual prowess and how he would make me his married, white whore.
“I showed him the door. By the way, he does have a big, circumcised cock. I can see why Cindy kept him for so long.”
May pressed her hand on the bulge. “Do you need help with this?” She squeezed his cock.
“Oh yes! Give me everything you gave Gerard and more, please.” He undid his pants while May dropped to her knees. Compared with Al and Gerard, Bob didn’t quite measure up, but he was enthusiastic and she loved the way he licked her pussy after they she had been fucked. He could still make her cum on his tongue.
They made tender love and after cumming in her pussy, Bob went down on her and licked her to an orgasm. They decided to spend the night since the room was paid for.
While lying in his arms, she inquired about his woman friend, “How is she going to react to us being back together?” He thought for a moment.
“I think she will drop me; she is looking for husband material. Too bad really, I have learned that it is awfully nice to have some strange pussy now and then. I guess I should have learned that from Al.”
The worm of jealousy crept into her chest along with a tinge of anger. Would Bob go behind her back for more sex? Although she sympathized with his feelings, there was no equivalency with her and Al. She had been open and honest about her infatuation with him. “Well, let her down gently.”
Then Bob had an inspiration. “Hey, this is like a mini vacation. Let’s stay here for a day or two.” In the morning they went for a hike, took a coed spa session, and went back to Bart’s Place for dinner, disappointed that he was not behind the bar.
About the time they were finishing up, Bart came out of the back room, saw them, and came to their table. “What a surprise. I didn’t expect to see you again.”
“Well, my husband likes the place so much he wanted to come again, and he doesn’t often do that.” The double entendre was not lost on either man. Bob piped up.
“You have seen my wife leave here with a couple of men now, what did you think about that?” It was an audacious question, so Bart answered in a like manner.
“It made me want to see what the attraction is. You know, I have an apartment in the back. If you both would like to join me, I’m free right now.” He rose and held out his hand to May.
“Is this what you want, Bob?” she asked, taking Bart’s hand and standing up.
Bob said, “Sure, let’s do it.” She looked at Bart.
“My husband seems to want to pimp me out, but I’m not ready for that; first we have some issues to resolve. Bob, go pay the bill and let’s go home.”
When he left for the cashiers desk, she said, “Bart, I do find you attractive, but now is not the right time for me. Maybe another time.” He nodded and went into his office. May wondered what was going on.
On the way home, she asked Bob why he had tried to set her up with a virtual stranger.
“Well, I know you didn’t give Al up voluntarily, and you were willing to fuck Gerard the same day. I wondered: is it an age thing, or might a man more our age satisfy your needs? We already know that I can’t.” Bob couldn’t hide his frustration that he was not enough for his wife anymore, but he hated his passive-aggressive behavior.
May sighed. “Bob, darling Bob, if you wanted me to stop, why didn’t you just say so?” Bob’s anger bubbled up.
“You have already answered that question by telling me that Al was the most wonderful thing that ever happened to you. What would be left if you felt constrained to give him up for same old, same old me? Not much good, I think.”
The reality of no more Al began to press down on May again. She was realizing that she would have to make decisions about the future, for herself and for Bob. Do I want to try to replace Al? Can I find the same or a similar feelings with someone else? Can Bob ever accept me having a truly fulfilling relationship with a man? She didn’t want to cry in front of Bob, but she was feeling very sad.
They were silent for the rest of the ride. When they got home, Bob went immediately to the guest room and shut the door. He didn’t come out until morning. May was waiting for him.
“You were enjoying our threesomes and your clean-up duties at first. What changed?” She was tempted to hold Bob and use her feminine wiles on him, but refrained.
“What changed is you all but married him and wished he could move in with us. I bet you two played house in our marriage bed here whenever I was away.” He is not wrong, she thought. “He has been your primary lover for months now and I have been out in the cold.” Bob had tossed all night feeling sorry for himself and now he felt ashamed and depressed.
“I just want you to be able to have your extra-curricular fun without my feeling like a fifth wheel, if that is possible.” May took him in her arms and laid her head on his shoulder.
“If it isn’t possible, I won’t do it. Believe it or not, you are my primary husband, my only husband, and I want to keep you. Let’s try monogamy for a while and see how we adjust. Then, if you want, we can revisit the Bart idea.”
That night after work they had a quiet dinner and made love. May licked their juices from his spent cock while Bob laved her pussy.
As they drifted off, she felt a deep affection for Bob, but her mind, unbidden, kept asking, How will I fill those hours, those days, that were so full of Al?
