The Marriage of Dorian Grey
Copyright© 2025 by Reltney McFee
Chapter 2
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Suppose The Ex aged enough for both of us, and I aged not at all?
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Cheating Gang Bang Revenge
I took Emily home (her home), and we celebrated our friends’ wedding (nudge, nudge, wink, wink).
We had grown accustomed to spending weekends together, and so it was no great leap for the two of us to meander into her apartment, and, having locked up and closed up, find ourselves together in her bedroom.
I had tossed my clothes into my usual corner, and hers had landed in her hamper. I had finished brushing my teeth and washing my face, and departed the bathroom, rubbing the water from my face. I dropped the towel, and beheld a naked pixie, seated, grinning on her bed.
“Well, somebody took long enough in the bathroom! Somebody does not appear to be in any sort of a hurry to share the pleasures of the flesh with me. Somebody does not seem to want to have me guzzling their baby batter! Any idea who this somebody might be? And, how I might convince him to get his head out of his ass?”
I surveyed her pretty face, her upturned breasts, her firm hips, and answered her question.
“Well, I certainly hope that this ‘somebody’ is me. Should I be that lucky fellow, all I can say is that your offer of pleasures of the flesh is certainly enticing. Now, in my defense, had you clued me in to your plans, I would be this very moment mustache deep in your cooze, and on my way to your climax coating my face. So, I plead ignorance!”
I shucked my shorts, and joined her on the bed.
Several years later, I brought Emily to my high school ten year reunion. It was held at a country club in my (Annie’s as well) home town. Emily and I had been dating, and then living together, for going on to 5, maybe 6, years by then.
We arrived, and were directed to the registration table. I picked up our name tags, and noted that mine had a photo, likely from my senior year yearbook, prominently displayed. I glanced over the table, and it appeared that everybody who was here as an alumnus, similarly had their photo immortalized on their tags.
I returned to Emily, handed her her tag, and began to secure my own.
Emily asked, “How did they get a current photo of you? If they could get a current photo of you, how come you didn’t give them one of me?”
I shrugged. “I didn’t provide any photo. I guess they simply took a yearbook photo, and copied it onto this badge.”
Emily gave me a once over, looked again at the tag, and gave me a helping of stink eye. “Hmm. It certainly looks like a current photo. Once we get home, you have to excavate your yearbook, and then we shall see!”
We circulated through the crowd. Most of them already knew how Annie and I had wound up. A few did not, and asked me where “my better half” was.
I introduced those folks to Emily.
Eventually, Emily took my elbow, drew me in closely, and murmured, “Guess who has arrived? And looking much the worse for wear?”
I shrugged. “If you are looking daggers at the woman who I think you are, well, she is not my problem, and has not been my problem for, what?, seven years now. Why should I care?”
Emily smiled, malevolently, and drew me closer, whispering, “Well, guess who looks like she is your mother’s classmate?”
I looked over my shoulder. The individual I beheld appeared to be several years my senior, and hard years at that. There was a faint resemblance to my ex, but the stooped posture, the lined face, all appeared to be quite different from the lively, bright eyed woman I had once been married to.
I had no desire to have any contact with her, but it appeared that kismet had other plans.
I was chatting with a guy I had been on the swimming team with, when I felt a tug on my arm. I turned, and another schoolmate stood there, smiling.
“How come I haven’t seen you and Annie together tonight? Trouble in paradise?”
Idiot.
I sighed internally, and pasted a smile upon my own face. “Well, you know, Annie and I have not been an item for, um, around six, seven years by now. So, if there is trouble in her paradise, I would not know anything about it.”
Not following along all that closely, this cretin carried right on. “Really? You two were quite an item back in school!”
“Yeah, I remember that all right. So, something happened, and we decided that we would go our separate ways. We really have not kept in touch. Maybe you could ask her about it yourself? Isn’t that her, right over there?”
I nudged him in Annie’s direction, not particularly gently. He did not really stumble, but he did sway on his feet a bit. Sort of.
He turned, and then smiled at me some more. Just about the time that I was wondering if four knuckles just above his upper lip might improve his smile, he stepped off in her direction, and threatened (I mean, promised!) me with more of his company. “Let me continue to make the rounds. Why don’t we catch up later? If we met for drinks, we could chat at more leisure!”
(which I thought was an awful idea) “You bet! Give me a call!”
I did recall Not having provided my phone number. So sorry!
I returned to my conversation, and Emily slid over next to me, so I wrapped my arm over her shoulder.
The swimmer glanced at the two of us, and asked, “So, is this young lady the personal trainer who has chased you away from middle age? You look like you have taken very good care of yourself! Not all of us can say the same!”