Chapter 5: A Marriage Tune-Up

One of the things that attracted me to Terry, besides her incredible looks, was her intellect. It’s been said that 90% of sex is between the ears, and my wife knew all the ways to inspire me. I thought it would be weeks before I would get over being angry with her.

It was only twelve days. She followed me into the master bedroom.

“Every day, Charley, I apologize to you. I think you know by now how much I regret hurting you. I was careless and let my body overrun my brain. You know this. But I want to talk about your body for a minute.”

“My body?”

“I see a painful amount of bulging going on. Every time we walk past you, your eyes are bulging out. You are very obviously following our every movement. Every tick tock move of our asses and every jiggle of our tits. Meanwhile, there’s that other bulge behind your zipper. It’s just about constant, isn’t it?”

“Terry...”

“You know this is the longest time we’ve gone without since we started. I’m sure you remember that first evening. I asked you how often you masturbated, remember?”

“I remember.”

“So, how often since Nancy moved in?”

“Terry, I’m not telling,” I growled, exasperated. It didn’t matter; she knew me better than anyone else. It wasn’t really in doubt; the answer was every day, and she understood that.

“Sweetie, I miss you too, and I’m horny.”

“What? I don’t understand. I figured you and Nancy were...”

“The only thing Nancy has done is hold me while I sniffle and snivel. I’m aching for you, Charley, not her.”

“Are you serious? This is hard to believe.”

“Don’t get me wrong, I still love Nancy, and I’m still attracted to her. But when my mind starts going in that direction, uh, feeling drawn to her, something happens that stops me cold.”

“What?”

“I remember seeing you standing in the door, with that ghastly look on your face—shock, pain, anger, all of it. That vivid image overwhelms my mind and dries me up down there like I was sitting on a hair dryer. I wish it never happened.”

In spite of the dryness she just described, she turned on the waterworks then. That sounds like I thought she was manipulating me, but I knew Terry was sincere. In spite of our recent troubles, she was my true love, and I didn’t doubt her.

We sat on the edge of our big bed and cuddled while she soaked my shirt. Finally, when she slowed down to sniffles, I spoke to her with what I hoped was a reassuring voice.

“Honey, please look up, look in my eyes.”

Reddened, but still gorgeous.

“Do you want to be here with me tonight?”

“Oh, God. Charley, I can’t tell you how much. Please accept me back again.”

“On one condition.”

“Anything!”

“I think you ought to kiss me like you mean ... Mnph!”

She was on me like a house cat on a songbird. For a few minutes, I was pinned to the mattress while she writhed on me with crazy enthusiasm.

“Honey, honey, ease up! You have the rest of our lives to kiss me.”

Terry burst into tears. Oh, hell, now what’s wrong?

“I’m sorry! What did I say?”

“Happy tears, my wonderful husband. You are going to get so much sex tonight!”

“Only tonight?”

“Don’t be dumb. I’m your love slave forever. Snap your fingers and I’ll give you a blowjob any time you want.”

Well, we started with that. A brief one, then she rushed off to the bathroom and brought back a towel; she laid it across the bed while winking at me. Then, she urgently finished undressing me, hopped on the mattress, and spread her legs wide.

I hadn’t admitted to it, but I had been masturbating. Therefore, I had some self-control. She came quickly while we were in missionary, then she flipped over and waved her ass at me like a matador’s cape.

As her eager bull, I plowed away until both of us cried out our climaxes, loudly. Then we collapsed side by side and struggled for oxygen.

“Do you think Nancy heard us?” I asked.

“Are you kidding? I’ll bet Mrs. Mendoza heard us. She’s probably got her vibrator stuffed up her pussy now and is trying to come up with reasons to invite herself over.”

The Latina widow across the street knew us well. Carmen Mendoza was in her 50s but could pass for late 30s. Vibrant and confident, with only small silver highlights in her long hair, I was surprised she hadn’t remarried. When she noticed naked Nancy in the window, she came over and begged to hear the whole story. Terry told me later that she confessed to coveting all three of us, to the point she suggested coming over for a naked visit so she could “fit in.”