Chapter Five
The vacation, seven years later.
Despite my profound objections, Mark married Tressa.
We did not see each other as often, because I couldn’t stand the way she treated him.
A few years later, Mark was transferred to New Orleans. He was doing very well there, but I missed my teasing partner and best friend.
Garry and my sex life went on of course but, in my narcissistic mind, I imagined that Garry missed me teasing him, although I really didn’t feel like teasing him with anyone else.
It had been years since our ‘fun’ with Mark, and our girls were now five and six years old. I still loved my husband and thought of him as the sexiest man alive. There wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do for him.
He took my anal cherry a few years back. We had watched a porno movie together and the girl took it up her ass. She swore it was a fabulous experience. Well, duh, she’s a porn star trying to sell movies, but I went out and bought some anal lube and even a small butt plug, thinking that would get me ready for my husband. Garry isn’t small by any means.
One night Garry stuck a finger in my ass, then another one, then one more, using the lube I had purchased. After I was lubed up and stretched out with three fingers, Garry pushed his cock into my bowels, taking my last virginity. He stopped when he was fully sheathed in my ass. Then he waited for me to tell him to go ahead and fuck me.
He didn’t last very long with my tight sphincter squeezing his cock the way it was. He erupted inside of me, giving me my first cream pie enema. And boy did he come a lot. I remember setting on the pot for an hour, shitting out what he left inside me. But I was satisfied because I had given my husband everything I had. I had given him all of me and I thought he deserved every bit of it.
We still did it on occasion when we have a hair up our ass, pardon the pun (he, he, he). But it wasn’t a regular thing for us because Garry loved my cunt.
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Then we heard that Mark was getting a divorce. He had caught Tressa cheating on him, when he came home and found her naked on their bed, sandwiched between two black men. One had his cock down her throat, while the other one was fucking her cunt from behind.
He told me that the thing that shocked him the most, was that neither one of the men had a cock any bigger than his. He wasn’t bragging. I knew he was packed in that department.
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Feeling terrible, as NO divorce is easy or painless, I asked if he would like to spend some time with me.
He jumped at the offer and invited us to visit his apartment in New Orleans for a week or two.
I was overjoyed. I so badly wanted to see my best friend. I was over the moon when Garry agreed to go as a vacation.
It was our first vacation in years. We hadn’t gone away before for several reasons, one being the girls and that we had too much going on at home to be away for a week.
However, we deserved and needed a break, and I really needed to be there for my friend. Garry agreed to come, though I am not sure whether it was because he didn’t want me to be alone with Mark for a week, or if he thought we needed a break together.
The way I had teased him with Mark and all but made out with my friend right in front of my husband a few times, I was afraid to answer that question at the time. Perhaps I didn’t truly believe that he had cuckold tendencies.
I missed my friend more than I missed teasing my husband, but I planned to get some really hot sex from Garry in New Orleans.
We made arrangements with both sets of grandparents to babysit. I felt confident that the four of them would divide up the responsibilities fairly and equitably. We were assured that they would call us almost every night. Aren’t cell phones awesome? This was to be the first time that we had been separated from the girls for more than a few hours, so I was really going to miss them.
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Spending the week in New Orleans was going to be great. In my deluded mind, I had everything planned. I was going to make up for lost time and torture my husband by teasing him with Mark, while I got reacquainted.
We were going to go to Bourbon Street, in the French Quarter. I was going to earn, yes EARN, some beads and tease my husband mercilessly. Then come back to Mark’s apartment and fuck up a storm.
I couldn’t stop smiling when we landed at New Orleans International airport. We got off and walked towards baggage claim. When I saw my best friend for the first time in just over a year, I don’t know what came over me, but I ran to him jumping up then grabbing him around the neck and wrapping my legs around his middle. Then I laid a passionate kiss on him, driving my tongue down his throat. Only then did I realize how much I missed, wanted, and needed my best friend.
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After the kiss, and Mark shook Garry’s hand, I took a good look at him, and didn’t like what I saw.
The slut… Oh hell Tressa deserves more respect than that. That fucking piece of shit, bitch, slut, whore, cunt Tressa… that’s better … did a number on Mark. He had lost several pounds and didn’t seem well at all. He was extremely depressed, and it showed in every way. I decided to make it my mission to get him back on track. I talked to Garry and told him I needed to spend some extra time with Mark, especially at night.
Garry looked at me strangely, then said how he noticed how depressed and sickly Mark appeared. He didn’t seem to mind the idea of us spending time together. He didn’t question my proposal and I was so glad that Garry had never appeared jealous of Mark.
We drove to Mark’s apartment, with me in the front seat and Mark driving. Garry sat quietly in the back and used the time to call our daughters to let them know we had made it ok. He seemed to pay no attention to our conversation in the front seat.
When we got to the apartment, Mark offered us a beer and we sat. I sat right next to him and started telling him how much I had missed him since his transfer.
As we drank and got to know each other again, Mark got up and went to the restroom to pee, and I took the opportunity to corner Garry. I didn’t have to tell him how down Mark was, he could see it for himself. Garry told me that it would be ok to spend some one-on-one time with him. He even offered to go out for a few hours to let us have a real conversation.
However, I was NOT comfortable allowing him to go to some bar with all the horny women in and around The French Quarter. So, I told him that Mark and I would go into the bedroom to chat. I assured Garry that I would leave the door open, and perhaps he could watch some television. He agreed that would be ok.
After a few hours of chatting and drinking one-on-one in the bedroom with Mark, Garry gently knocked on the door jam and pointed out that he was hungry. So, we all went out to a very nice restaurant in the Quarter. Once again, I sat next to Mark with Garry across from us. I have to say I was hanging on him quite a bit. But he was my best friend, and I had missed him terribly since he had moved away.
I kissed him a few times, mostly because I was reunited with my friend, yet I was fully aware that I was teasing my husband. I knew it would have the effect I wanted with Garry, and I was so looking forward to that smile he always had when I teased him, not to mention that tent in his pants. But mostly, what I would get when we got a moment alone.
After dinner, we went back to the apartment. I sat out in the front room with my friend and eventually Garry seemed to get tired. We made the hide-a-bed up for him in the living room. He laid down, while Mark and I took our conversation back to his bedroom.
We talked, laughed, and had a terrific time for several hours. Then I came up with an idea. I knew Garry wasn’t asleep as I had seen him playing a game on his cell phone when I went to get us some more drinks. So, I decided to tease the shit out of him.
I asked Mark, “How do you feel about teasing my husband?” Well, I saw his cock spring up with the idea, though he didn’t know exactly what I had in mind. So, I explained, “Let’s get really quiet for about ten minutes, then what do you say about taking a shower together?”
We started whispering to each other well below anything that could be heard outside the bedroom, except maybe for some of my giggles. I even got up and down off the bed making noises, causing the bedsprings to squeak. We giggled and laughed a bit too. I considered moaning and crying out in pleasure but thought that might be too much.
After ten minutes, we got up and I undressed, for the first time since we took baths together as children, in front of my best friend. I was somewhat embarrassed and kept my back to him as I quickly donned a robe. I grabbed my nightclothes, turned, and smiled at my friend. “Are you ready?” I asked as I made my way to the open bedroom door. He nodded his head and we walked out the door, glancing at my husband, and noting his eyes were staring daggers right at me. Then I dashed into the bathroom with Garry in his robe right behind me.
I had to force myself not to break into a fit of giggles, then had to think quickly as I wasn’t sure where I was going with this. I got my new outfit ready, turned on the shower water, and told Mark that I would go first, just in case he thought we were going to shower together.
After some thought I figured, since he had already seen me topless while stripping in the room, I might as well drop my robe and give him a real treat.
I proceeded to get in the shower and started washing my hair. We chatted quietly with each other; he was at the sink shaving. He offered at one point to wash my back, but I said that I’d already done that. When I was finished showering, I told him we should leave the water on because I thought Garry would be listening. Then I wrapped myself in a towel and stepped out of the shower. I was rather surprised to see him as he walked by me naked. I was shocked that he would be that daring, but I guess he figured that I had undressed in front of him, so he felt safe to try it. Besides Garry had never acted jealous before, at least, not that I had been able to tell. I acted as normal as I could but couldn’t help myself, checking him out and playfully telling him he looked great in his birthday suit.
He did look pretty good. He was in good shape, despite the weight loss, had a nice ass and his cock, which was in a semi-chubby state but hanging, looked a very nice size indeed. He didn’t really seem bigger or smaller than Garry, but I could tell he was different.
He showered while I brushed my hair and my teeth. Seeing him naked had increased my interest in my little game of teasing hubby, so I waited in my towel for him to come out and was happy when he dried himself in front of me.
I had changed into a nightgown and put clean panties on. I stood with my back to him thinking that maybe he would enjoy a glimpse of my ass. While I stood there in the bathroom, he put on a pair of loose gym shorts. We giggled at what we had done, then headed out of the bathroom and started to go back to the bedroom.
To my horror, my husband had gotten out of bed and was in the kitchen when we came out, pouring us wine. He seemed cool, so far showing no signs of jealousy. What put the biggest smile on my face was that Garry wore the smile that he displayed each former time I had teased him. It was only on reflection, some time later, that I realized that smile never reached his eyes. I looked down and imagined that his cock was again tenting his pajamas. I smiled smugly and wanted to jump for joy at my successful teasing.
A short time later, as we sipped our wine and Mark was in the bathroom, I let Garry know that I had just let Mark see me undress and get topless, but that was all. I hoped to let him know that I was still faithful to him. I did admit it had been extremely sexy doing all that, knowing my husband was just outside the door. Mark came back from the bathroom before Garry could respond to what I had shared. Mark and I sipped our wine while Garry went back to the hide-a-bed without a word and appeared to fall asleep. I should have been concerned but I was too self-indulgent to notice at the time.
After Garry had gone, I walked back to the bedroom with Mark, but this time Mark shut the door behind us. Once he did, I whorled on Mark, “Listen to me!” I demanded. After seeing that I had his attention, I continued. “You have to promise me that you’re NOT going to try to fuck me. Give me your word of honor, on our friendship. You have to swear that you won’t try to fuck me!!”
He took my hand and swore, “On our friendship, I swear I won’t fuck you.”
I relaxed then and said, “OK, let’s go to bed.”
We laid together, my head on his chest with his hand wrapped around me. His fingers were on my side at first tracing random patterns on me. It felt great to feel him doing this to me. But I wanted more. I reached down and felt his cock. It was harder than it was in the shower. I pulled his shorts down and took it in my hand. Then I began to stroke it. I felt his reaction as his cock got even harder than it was. A few more light strokes and it spewed rope after rope of white gooey come all over his chest.
I figured he needed that. Both for his self-confidence that had been shattered, and because I had been teasing him for so long now. Of course, as a confirmed narcissist, I conveniently ignored the fact that I had just cheated on my husband and broken my marriage vows. But Mark was my best friend, so that was OK, right?
Chapter Six
Day Two, Monday
I woke to the sounds of kitchen noises. I got out of bed leaving Mark still sound asleep. Throwing on a robe, I went out to the kitchen and kissed my husband first thing.
I wanted to kiss him deeply and passionately, but he would only give me a quick peck, I assumed because he didn’t want to burn what he was cooking.
After teasing him last night like I had done, I hoped to make love to him as soon as we dropped Mark off at work.
Mark was letting us use his car while he was at work, so long as we picked him up at five every evening. I thought that was a great arrangement.
I talked with my husband as he cooked us some pancakes and bacon. He served them just in time for Mark to walk out and join us. I noted Garry’s smile was just as I had dreamed it to be. I couldn’t wait till we dropped off Mark. I was going to have some fun.
Breakfast was great, and though I wanted to wait in the apartment getting ready for my husband’s loving, he had me get dressed. We dropped Mark off and, instead of going back to the apartment, we went to a small park in the Quarter.
It didn’t take much for me to forget my earlier plans. The Park had all sorts of artists milling around painting different things.
One offered to paint me or my husband. But Garry didn’t like his work all that much. Another wanted to do just me. I posed for him for over an hour. Then Garry gave him fifty bucks for something that really didn’t look like me at all.
We did find a painting that I knew would look great in the front room of our home. I ordered it and paid to have it shipped rather than have us carry it around all day.
After the park, we went to a restaurant and ate lunch together. I was making sure I made a lot of contact with my husband, as I was beginning to think I overdid it with Mark the day before. Why did that occur to me? Because Garry was just going through the motions, being polite, as if we were friends instead of husband and wife. Any type of intimate gesture had to be initiated by me.
Lunch was fabulous. Oh my God, New Orleans has the most fabulous food I had ever eaten. And I was told that it had only just begun to get good. Boy, I was looking forward to trying everything! Though I knew I would be going on a diet when we got back home.
We eventually had a chance to talk about the night before. I told him that I was a bit upset that Mark had shut the door, and that I didn’t like breaking a promise to my husband.
He gritted his teeth and, in a none-too-friendly way said, “I know you will do what you intend to do, nothing more, nothing less. I dealt with the shut door in my own way.”
Garry didn’t elaborate on what he meant by his ‘own way’. Neither did I ask, reassured by that smile that I thought I loved. The smile that didn’t reach his eyes. We continued to talk, and he finally asked me why I had to take a shower with Mark last night.
I smiled at my loving husband. Then I kissed him hard on the lips forcing my tongue into his mouth. I reached down, felt his rock-hard cock and stroked it a few times over his pants, then broke the kiss and said, “This is why,” as I continued to stroke him. I was a little miffed when he removed my hand.
After lunch, we meandered around the Quarter listening to the heartbeat of the city. It was nice and relaxing knowing that we had no responsibilities for the next week. The girls were taken care of, work was on hold for the week. Everything was great, or so I thought.
I was very disappointed when we picked up Mark at work, right on time, as I didn’t have a chance to seduce Garry. From there we went to another five-star restaurant, and I prepared to feast.
After we ate. All three of us went to a club in the Quarter and did a little dancing. Garry started dancing with me, but Mark cut in on the second dance and… well I really didn’t notice but I guess I only danced with Mark after that.
Garry just sat at the table watching my purse and the drinks. He made sure they were fresh when we took our breaks.
I kissed Mark on the dance floor a few times, especially when I knew Garry was looking at us. He just sat there with the smile that I thought I loved so much. My heart was singing with joy having both men with me again.
It was late when we got back to the apartment. Mark and I ran to the shower, with me thinking I was playing a game with Garry. He had mentioned that he needed one, but Mark and I ran past him, teasing him by beating him to the shower. I half-expected Garry to come inside and insist on showering with me, kicking Mark out.
However, he didn’t, and I threw modesty aside and showered with Mark. I even let him wash my back. We laughed and played in the water a bit; I noticed his cock got extremely hard. I really wanted him, but I wondered if that wasn’t because Garry and I hadn’t made love today, or yesterday either.
After we finished, Garry took his shower. I told Mark that I should sleep with my husband that night. He offered us the bedroom, saying he would sleep on the hide-a-bed. I kissed him for the kindness.
When Garry came out of the shower, I told him the news and we went off to bed. I wanted to get frisky, but Garry told me that he took some sleeping pills just before his shower to help him sleep as he didn’t sleep well the night before. So, sex was out of the question. Another warning sign that I chose to ignore.
I was disappointed, but I lay in my husband’s strong arms. I felt his cock and it was hard. I thought of mounting it, but then I heard him snoring. It wasn’t fake. So, I lay on him and fell asleep rather quickly. It never occurred to me that he could get an erection without my stimulus and that, perhaps, my teasing wasn’t having the effect that I imagined.
Chapter Seven
Day Three, Tuesday
Again, I woke to kitchen noises. I also woke up alone. I got up and made my way to the kitchen where Garry was making us some French toast and sausage. I started towards him for my morning kiss, but Mark beat me to Garry, offering a friendly handshake. After that, I kissed my husband good morning very patiently. I was hoping to get the idea in my husband’s head that I wanted intimacy with him today. That being my husband, not Mark, as Mark and I had been closer than I had ever been before, but he wasn’t my love match like Garry.
However, Garry broke our kiss quickly and just continued making breakfast with that same smile on his face and a chubby in his pants that he’d had all week so far. In my delusion, I couldn’t see that Garry was avoiding me like the plague, and his constant hard-on was due to not having sex for quite some time … and nothing to do with my actions.
Well, this time I would insist on waiting at the apartment and being ready for him when he got back from dropping off Mark. Well, so I thought.
After breakfast, I made sure to speak first, “Garry, I am going to wait here while you take Mark to work. Is that, ok?”
“Not really, we will be late. I reserved two tickets for a six-hour tour on the Mississippi. We will be on the Natchez. It’s one of the very few paddle boats left on the river today. There will be a complimentary lunch for us on board.
Well, that sounded romantic as it could be. I smiled, letting all my earlier desires fly away, looking forward to a romantic day on a paddleboat cruise of the Mighty Mississippi with my husband.
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On the boat, I was as excited as I could be. It was just like one would expect to see in Huck Finn. It was an old gambling boat with a paddle to propel it up and down the river. It was so awesome I could hardly contain myself. The engines were steam-powered, and the boilers had been converted from coal burners to diesel. The whole second deck was loaded with gaming machines. I put a twenty in one of the poker games and played it all the way up to two hundred dollars. Hindsight being twenty-twenty, I wish I cashed it out then, but instead I played on. I was about to cash out again when I was back to the twenty, I originally came in with, but I hit a straight flush and played on.
Garry tapped me on the shoulder and told me that I had missed lunch, and they were docking so I had to get off the machine and cash out.
I was happy to walk off the boat with thirteen hundred dollars more than I walked on it with. But I had missed the entire cruise, the romantic time I had planned with my husband, not to mention the romantic lunch. It never occurred at the time that something was wrong with me.
I insisted that my husband walked off the boat with me, hand-in-hand. We walked to the car and went to pick up Mark from work.
I jumped in the back seat with Mark as Garry drove us to another restaurant for dinner. Let me tell you I was hungry after missing lunch.
We ate a divine meal. The people of New Orleans can surely cook. Then we made our way back to the apartment, where we watched a movie together.
Garry was falling asleep on the hide-a-bed, and I led Mark back to the bedroom. This time, I shut and latched the lock on the door with a loud click. I worried that Garry might have heard it. But thinking he was probably asleep, didn’t give it much mind. I led Mark to the bed and began making out with him. I figured that I really needed something after Garry had pretty much ignored me for the last few days.
This time though, I took off my top somewhere in the middle of it all, and Mark jumped right on my breasts, sucking and fondling them. I had been so damn worked up by him the last three days, and with Garry not giving me any, I couldn’t take it anymore.
I pushed him on his back and pulled down his boxers, taking his cock in my hand and then I put it in my mouth. I used one hand to cup his balls while the other hand helped me stimulate his shaft as my tongue worked the head of his cock.
It only took a few moments before he stiffened and shot his load into my mouth. I swallowed all I could before I sucked the remaining cum off his shaft, then I smiled at him.
He kissed me again. I sort of liked it, as Garry wouldn’t kiss me after he came in my mouth – until I brushed my teeth – so it was quite different for me.
He then rolled me over and pulled my panties down. He had promised not to fuck me, and I knew he was a man of his word, so I wasn’t worried when he got between my legs. He dropped his head to my cunt and began to eat my pussy.
Oh yea, I had to grab a pillow as my orgasms began to fill me right away. First one, then another, then another, they came crashing down on me until I had to push him away. I panted for a long time until we snuggled together and fell into a blissful slumber.
Chapter Eight
Day Four, Humpday
They say that if something is going to go bad, it usually happens on a Wednesday.
I woke again to kitchen noises, and I smiled at myself feeling so sexually sated by Mark’s tongue the night before. But now it was Garry’s turn and I told Mark just that.
He told me that was great, and that he would take the hide-a-bed tonight and let me and Garry have his room.
I got excited about it and jumped out of bed to get my breakfast.
This time I didn’t care whether Garry had any plans for us because I was going to be all his, all day and all night.
I had dressed more provocatively that morning and pressed myself against Garry several times before we even took Mark to work. No reaction. Zero. Zilch.
It was then that I started to become concerned. Back home, Garry had always made love after I had teased him with Mark. But here, he hadn’t touched me intimately. Not even a proper kiss. The last time he had kissed me passionately, was before I mentioned this trip.
I started to wonder whether I had misunderstood his ‘jealous’ reactions to my teasing.
My thoughts were quickly pushed aside when we finished breakfast and Garry took us back to the Quarter.
We toured some art galleries and took a ride on the tramway. We walked around the park some more, but I wasn’t going to pose another hour for a painting to be finished.
That is when I noticed a painting in one of the artists’ areas. It was ME. Exactly me. I couldn’t believe it. and I was wearing a very nice red dress that looked… HOT AS HELL… on me. Holy cow it was great.
We both stared at the painting for ages before we had it wrapped and shipped home by FedEx. Taking NO chances on marring it.
I have no idea how much he had paid for the painting, but it was so damn great that he did it for us. I wouldn’t let him just peck me this time. I raped his mouth with mine and drove my tongue down his throat to show my gratitude. I also told him that I would give him an even more special surprise tonight. I hinted that the bedroom was open for just him and me that night.
But my heart sunk as he only nodded at me. And here I was thinking that he would be grateful that I wasn’t including Mark in my plans that night. The nerve!
When it started getting late, he took us back to the apartment and asked me if I would pick up Mark, and take him to dinner, without him. Garry told me that he needed time to come to terms with some things.
Of course, my first thought was that ‘some things’ meant me spending nights in Mark’s bedroom.
He tried to tell me that it had nothing to do with us, but somehow, I didn’t believe him. Which was very strange because, as far as I knew, Garry had never lied to me.
I hurried to pick up Mark and he drove us to a Poppies fried chicken. We bought enough for three people, and I had Mark hurry back to the apartment.
We found it empty.
There was a note saying, “I need to get away tonight. Will be in bed by morning. Have a great time you two.” He had signed it, ‘Garry’.
Mark and I stayed in the apartment that night, we ate the chicken but didn’t do anything.
About nine o’clock, Mark’s phone rang. He answered although the display showed the number was unknown.
The male caller told Mark that he had his friend Garry Von in the back room of his bar. He told him that Garry had picked a fight or three and would need help getting back to the apartment.
Mark knew New Orleans and it would have been senseless to take his car, as there was minimal parking, so we called an Uber. When we got to the bar, Mark tipped the driver and asked him to circle the block a few times.
When I saw Garry, I became concerned as he had blood all over his face and a few obvious bruises.
Between Mark and I, we got him out to the Uber, loaded him in, and took him back to the apartment.
Thank God Mark only lived on the second floor, as carrying Garry up the stairs was hard to do. We made it through. We took him inside to the bedroom where we laid him on the bed. Then we stripped him to check the damage, and I cleaned him up with warm soapy rags. By the time I was done, no one would have known he had ever been in a fight, except for some bruises here and there.
I lay with my husband that night, holding him tightly. Hopefully, I communicated that I still loved him.
Chapter Nine
Day Five, Thursday
I woke alone in bed to kitchen noises, again. I got up, put a robe on, walked to the kitchen, and kissed my husband. I could tell he was hungover as hell, and again, he only let me give him a peck. He smiled that smile again, and said, “Breakfast will be ready soon. Hope you’re hungry.”
I tried to kiss him again, but he pushed me aside to grab something that was going to start burning on the stove. I was sad, as it wasn’t that long ago, he would have burnt down the house for one of my kisses.
Mark joined us for breakfast. We ate and I wanted to wait home to seduce Garry but, yet again, he had plans already. I was surprised that he’d had time to make arrangements, as drunk as he had gotten the night before.
We went on a swamp tour. It was in a town called Laplace. Some thirty miles out of New Orleans. But it was worth it. We got to pet alligators and saw many species of turtles and snakes. It was sort of creepy, but very educational and fun.
When we got back to town, we ate a great lunch, then walked around the Quarter a bit. We found a place to dance with each other, and I was having a great time with my husband when it got late, and we had to go get Mark.
Again, I got in the back of the car with Mark. I bragged about the day we’d had as Garry drove us back to Laplace to eat at a restaurant that came highly recommended; Frenier’s Landing.
It was unbelievable. It was built on stilts and stood on top of Lake Pontchartrain. The steps to the restaurant were lined with cypress knees, and hand-carved pelicans. It was beyond awesome just walking to the place. The service was great, and the food did not disappoint. I really enjoyed it.
Mark and Garry got in a friendly competition eating oysters on the half shell. We had ordered five dozen for the two men. I much preferred my food cooked, so I didn’t partake in the oyster eating contest.
By the way, it was a draw.
However, I had a feeling I was going to be well taken care of tonight, with all the natural sex hormones that oysters have in them.
We went back to the apartment very late again. Garry told me because he had gone out drinking the night before, he had to hit the hay early. Then he told me, “You only get to see him very rarely now, so make the most of it.” Then he went off to his hide-a-bed to sleep.
I joined Mark in the bedroom. I closed and latched the lock again with a loud click that I knew Garry would hear. Then I walked to him and said, “Mark!”
“I know, I have to promise not to fuck you,” he interrupted me.
I smiled, kissed him, and said, “No, but you have to promise you’ll make love to me.”
That was it for the next two hours. It was like I wasn’t married, and my husband wasn’t on the couch just outside the locked door.
He started by just kissing and touching my breasts, and then he caressed everything from my neck down to my pubic area with his fingertips and his hot tongue. He spent extra time on my nipples, which made me crazy. Then he slowly licked my legs and inner thighs, finally putting his tongue on my lips and clit.
I was on fire and came quickly. He softly caressed my skin after my orgasm and went back to teasing my nipples and kissing me, and then he slowly rubbed me with his cock, teasing at first, then slipping the head in for a little but quickly taking it out. He did this a few times and finally, on the last one, I wrapped my legs around him hard and whispered, please don’t take it out, and he didn’t disappoint me.
He plowed his hard cock inside me and started a slow long stroke. The slowness didn’t last long as I felt myself cumming again and felt him tense up and explode inside me. We both rode out our orgasms like animals in heat. As our orgasms subsided, we slowed down and caressed and kissed. I felt his cock softening inside me and sperm leaking out of my pussy around him.
We stayed like that for a long while and then I got on top of him and kissed and caressed his body as he had mine, ending up with my soft lips wrapped around his now semi-erect cock. I made love to it with my mouth, for as long as I could, before he lifted me up and had me straddle him. With his cock now deep inside me I rocked myself on him as he played with my breasts. We continued in this position until I had another orgasm, then he flipped me down and took me from behind. We fucked that way for quite a while and I came again, this time even more intensely than before.
Finally, we ended in the missionary position where we slowly fucked and kissed each other for what felt like an hour until we ended with a mutual orgasm, which was out of this world.
After that, we cuddled and drifted off to sleep. As I was falling asleep, I briefly wondered whether my husband had seen or heard us, and what he had felt about the situation. Of course, I had experienced a great night sharing myself with a great friend and someone who, I guess, I had always been very curious about. But … did my husband enjoy it? That was the question, and how would this change my marriage?
Chapter Ten
Day Six, Friday
I woke very late because there were no kitchen noises, as opposed to the previous several days. The apartment seemed rather quiet, too quiet. I got out of bed and put on a robe ready to go out to see my husband and find out what he thought about what Mark and I did last night. It was the first time I had ever truly cuckolded him. I knew he could easily hear some of the noises we had made the night before.
Quietly walking to the bedroom door, I had butterflies in my belly, but I felt great. I was sated and felt wonderful after the experience of the previous night. But then I unlocked and opened the door.
I couldn’t miss the note attached to the other side of the door, mainly because it had a large butcher knife from the kitchen firmly driven through it, and well into the wood.
I lost my breath and took a step back, gasping for air. I fell to my ass still gasping and pointing to the knife that was pinning the note to the door.
Mark heard the commotion and jumped up out of bed quickly. He came to my aid, holding me for a moment, then getting me to my feet. I broke down and began to wail and sob as the words on the note started to sink in.
The note read, “I can’t be here anymore. Garry.”
~~~
It took quite a while to get me calmed down enough to think and speak coherently. I had screwed up, and I had done it in a major fashion.
Mark tried to call Garry. He used both my and his phone, but the calls kept going to voicemail. We checked outside and found Mark’s car parked in the driveway, exactly where we had parked it the day before. We walked around the complex and checked every nook and cranny looking for Garry with no success.
This is when I started to get mad at Mark. I screamed at him, telling him he had broken his promise not to fuck me. I knew that I had asked him to make love to me, but I needed to blame him right then. If he hadn’t fucked me my husband would be here, but he wasn’t.
Since it was after 9 am when we woke, Mark was late for work and called to arrange a personal day. I was still angry with him, as I paced the apartment trying to guess where my husband had gone, hoping it was to another bar to get drunk again. I knew New Orleans bars never closed. Most stayed open twenty-four hours.
By the time I had even slightly calmed down, Mark was looking like a beaten puppy, as I was really hard on him. I didn’t know what to do. I loved Mark as a friend, but I was in love with Garry. In my mind, I loved him and wanted to grow old with him. I guess my emotional intelligence was severely lacking because I certainly wasn’t demonstrating that love when I fucked Mark all night long. Now I didn’t know if I would ever see Garry again.
My phone rang about 10:30 AM. It showed my father’s phone number. I thought it was the girls calling and didn’t know what to tell our daughters if they asked to speak to their father.
I answered it warily, “Hello.”
My father’s voice boomed out. “You want to tell me what the hell is going on Gale?”
“What? Who? I don’t know, can you be more specific?”
After an audibly deep breath, he elaborated. “Garry shows up here, then sets the girls down and tells them that he is taking a job out of state, so he will be moving out of the house!!”
‘Oh my God, what have I done?’ I thought.
“…but then he tells the girls that ‘It’s OK, because Uncle Mark will be moving in with them and taking over as their daddy’.”
I took a panicky breath before calling out, “Oh God, NO. Is he there? Put him on and let me talk to him, please,” I begged.
“No, he is not here. He took the girls to a hobby store. From there he said he was going to make the home ‘Mark-ready’. Whatever the hell that means!”
“Oh God, no!” I called out again. “No dad, Mark isn’t going to move in with us. But I need to talk to Garry. If he shows up, please have him call me.”
“I don’t know if it would do any good. He was very upset. But I will try.”
We hung up and I turned on Mark again, but he was already in action.
He had heard my side of the conversation and quickly used his laptop to change my flight from Sunday night to the next available flight. “I have you on a flight leaving in forty-five minutes. So, get ready fast, you have to check in thirty minutes early.”
I ran into the room to grab my things but thought, ‘Screw it.’ I ran back out of the room and told him “Get me to the Airport, NOW!! You can send me my bags by UPS.”
I didn’t talk to him all the way to the airport. He told me that it was Southwest Airlines and gave me the gate number. He pulled up at Southwest’s terminal. I jumped out and ran inside to get my ticket, never looking back. From there, I made the plane and began to sweat. The five-hour flight seemed to last forever, especially with the two-hour layover in Denver.
When I landed in Colorado Springs, I ran through the terminal and out the front door, finding my father in his car waiting for me to arrive. I jumped in the car and told him to take me home as fast as he could.
I was grateful that my father didn’t try to get me to talk about what had happened in New Orleans. But he wasn’t giving me any of the information I needed, so I asked, “When did he get here?”
After a long pause, he said, “It was about seven this morning. He came in on a midnight flight. We picked him up and brought him home. He got his pickup truck, then drove back to the house to get the girls.”
“Is that when he told you that I was going to move Mark in with us?”
“Yes, he had already secured the transfer from work before he arrived home. I have to say, I was shocked.”
I didn’t really know what to tell my father after that.
When we arrived at our house, I broke down in tears and began to cry uncontrollably. OUR home (Was it still ours?) was covered with construction paper signs and banners, all of them welcoming Mark home, and most of them being very demeaning to my husband Garry.
“Welcome home Mark”, “Winner Mark, Loser Garry”, “Cuckold Garry is OUT. Superstud Mark is IN.” There must have been thirty or forty of them posted all over the front of the house. But the sign that affected me most was the one on the dining room table. It was made from a white tee-shirt and was shaped like a flag. On it, was written, “I concede to the better man. Way to go Mark.”
~~~
Nothing I could do would get Garry to talk to me. He used my parents as intermediaries when wanting to see or speak with the girls. He refused to speak to me at all. When he arranged for the girls to travel to see him, he would have round-trip tickets waiting for them at the airport. He knew my hours and would always call to talk to them when I was working.
I tried to talk to him on many occasions, but he would simply hang up on me.
The closest thing to a conversation we had was when I bought a ticket and boarded the airplane with the girls. He was waiting for them when we got off the airplane. I begged him to talk to me.
Finally, he told me, “Can you even tell me why I left that day? If you can do that, I will stay and have a talk.”
“Because I fucked Mark with you in the next room,” I said with great humiliation, right in front of the girls.
“No, that isn’t it. That isn’t it at all. Had you just fucked him, I may have eventually overcome the heartache caused from being betrayed by the person who was supposed to love me above all other men. Maybe. But that isn’t what you did, now, was it?”
He walked away leaving me confused. I stayed in the airport hotel for the week he had the girls. When he brought them back to fly back home, I was waiting with an answer.
“Garry! I know I made him promise to make love to me.”
“Yea, that’s right. You wanted his love. Not mine. You left me hanging for a week, going to his bed every night, and doing God knows what. I knew you were fucking him, one way or the other, nearly every night. With your tits, your hands, your mouth, or your cunt. All of that was supposed to be mine. Mine exclusively. That was the sacred vow we made to each other on our wedding day. Remember? Not only did you leave me high and dry, but the only thing you hadn’t given him … that I thought belonged to me … you finally gave him … your romantic love. Didn’t you!! You love him!! Now I have NOTHING!!” Garry thundered.
I stood there taking the rage he was projecting at me, as he continued, “Do you know why Mark was transferred to New Orleans. Did he ever tell you?”
“No.”
“I had him transferred because you making out with him every time, we were together was turning my stomach. He was winning you, so I had him transferred to save our marriage, to save us. But you had to go to him the first chance you had. I went along to see for myself if it would continue. If you wanted him. I made myself a solemn promise, I wouldn’t stand in your way. I refuse to be a third wheel or a consolation prize. But a consolation prize is all I am to you… isn’t it? So go back to fucking Colorado. Take care of the girls. I will keep sending you money.”
“If you didn’t like it, why were you always smiling with a hard-on when I teased you?” I tried to rationalize my actions.
He took a few breaths. “My erections were because of, in layman’s terms, ‘Sperm competition’. I had to see a psychologist to find out myself. When a man’s woman is being threatened by another man, he becomes insanely aroused. Whether or not he wants to be. It sucked for me.”
“Why did you always smile though?”
“I wasn’t smiling. Did you ever look at my eyes? Really look? It was a defense mechanism. You were obviously too preoccupied with ‘marvelous Mark’ to notice. I smile like that when I’m tense, but it isn’t a smile. At all.”
“Please, Garry, please let’s try again. I promise never to stray. I learned my lesson.”
“You promised me that several years ago. I am sure you remember our wedding day? But you did it anyway.”
He turned and left then, leaving me with two crying girls and three tickets back to Colorado.
Epilog
That was the last I saw of my husband for nearly a decade. But our daughter, Jacy, was graduating high school and Garry had traveled to watch his first-born daughter receive her diploma. He flew into town the day before the ceremony and stayed in a motel.
I had stalked him and stayed in the motel’s parking lot overnight, hoping to get a glimpse of the man who I had given my heart to, yet screwed up and lost his love.
I haven’t dated, as no one could ever replace Garry, nor have I even gone out. My life has just been working then straight back home to take care of the girls. Well, as best as my broken heart could do it anyway.
He was now setting down about seven feet away. I couldn’t stop staring at him. My eyes were bright red from persistent crying, with tears flowing down my cheeks. If nothing else, I just wanted to gaze at the man I was still in love with.
I knew he didn’t date much, if at all. The girls never let on that they had seen anyone with him on their visits. I gave him all the time he requested with the girls. He welcomed it, and when it came to their teen years, I welcomed the breaks.
I was amazed when Kacy told me that Garry refused to tell either of the girls what caused our separation. What had caused the rift that broke us up so completely? In fact, he told them that the fault was more on him because he couldn’t forgive like he should have.
I still love him. I don’t think I will ever stop loving him. But there was more to the story and no way that Garry and I would ever be together again. Something I hoped to hide from Garry but, realistically, I knew that the girls would eventually tell him, despite trying to keep the secret. One way or another Garry would find out about my pregnancy to Mark. You see, Garry had had the ‘snip’ after Kacy’s birth, so I didn’t need to use birth control. With all the distractions while teasing my ex-husband all those years ago, I forgot about the possible repercussions while fucking my best friend.
Mark doesn’t know anything about Elsey. Nothing at all. I haven’t talked to him since I boarded the flight home. Elsey is a constant reminder of what I lost. Yet she helps fill the hole that losing Garry left in my soul.
It had been only me and the girls, alone, for nearly a decade now. I haven’t dated or gone out. I work and take care of the girls. That’s my life since I screwed up.
I still carry a deep hatred for Mark. He promised not to fuck me, but he did it anyway. I blame him still, even though I know it wasn’t all his fault. I know I asked him to make love to me that night, I also realize that my words caused Garry to leave that night, even more than the deed. But Mark should have stopped it. We should have never done it.
Going through the family photos one day, the girls explained the difference between Garry’s pained smile – when I had been teasing him – and his happy smile. With his happy smile Garry’s blue eyes lit up like the sun, and I never noticed anything else but his eyes. When he was in pain, his eyes reflected that pain, but I only ever watched his mouth. The smile looked genuine until you looked into his eyes. His level of pain was clear from the photos. Had I known then, I would have stopped. I can’t say I would have quit seeing Mark at that time, but I would have quit teasing Garry.
I wondered why Garry didn’t just tell me that he didn’t like it? Why didn’t he try to stop me? Really, I suppose, I know the answer. He never wanted to stand between me and my best friend, and he kept his vows true. I didn’t.
I watched Jacy take her diploma from the principal and walk off the stage. I turned again to see him, the man I wanted to grow old with, the man that I wanted to have babies with. The man I wanted to live my life with and be a part of. He smiled a genuine smile at me, one that lit his eyes up like the sun, then turned away, and I let my tears go.
Both the girls were going out with friends for the evening, and my parents were watching Elsey, so I was glad to be at home by myself. I needed to finish the cry I had started at the ceremony. It was easy for me to start crying again, as I realized that it would be another year before I would see him again. Then three years after that, for Jacy’s college graduation. Then a year after that for Kacy’s. Then he would be done with me forever. I would never see the man that I wanted to grow old with again.
Marriages are made for two people. I am living proof that adding another to the mix is trouble. The day I started teasing my husband with my friend essentially ended our marriage. So, it wasn’t what Mark did or didn’t do, it was what I did. It was me that ruined my marriage, slowly allowing another man into our lives.
Then I got a call. I glanced at the screen and saw that it was Garry’s number. I was shocked because there was no need to call to make arrangements, just to make sure the girls were available.
I answered the phone and spoke softly, “Garry?”
I heard him take a deep breath, then swallow hard. “Gail, can I take you to coffee? Or maybe for something to eat?”
END?
Or is it?