Chapter 3

Friday night, June 26

Tammy stood inside our bedroom door, looking nothing like the woman who’d left our house hours ago. They say a well fucked woman has a glow about her, and Tammy has glowed the last week-plus. But this was entirely different. I can’t explain it, this woman was ALIVE with her raw sexuality, the adrenaline still flowing through her, clutching her torn blouse to her.

“You saw?” were her only words.

I numbly nodded, “You never warned me ... what it would be like ... you knew.”

“You were warned, you read,” she answered, “yes, I knew, it was what it’s always been like with him, why I was so afraid, why I’ve been wanting him so badly. You wanted me to, too.”

“I can’t ... fuck you like...”

“And I don’t want you to fuck me like he does. I want you to fuck me, make love to me like you, only you.”

She came to me then, dropping her blouse and skirt, completely naked, with copious amounts of dried cum on her inner thighs. She saw my hard-on, “I can’t,” she said, “not now ... too sore,” and climbed in bed beside me, kissing me. “I love you, you’re the only one ... ever.”

We didn’t have sex that night. Tammy and I lay in bed together for a long time with her finally dozing off. I lay wide awake for a long time replaying it in my mind, seeing her inside that door, another man’s dick driving inside her, her screaming out her orgasm, then her screams later while I stared at his ceiling on my phone. Fear gripped me, my stomach nauseous as I remembered, the images, the sounds so fresh in my mind, my erection hard. I finally dozed a little before morning, then didn’t wake up until after nine.

It’s amazing how different the world is in the light of day, how the dark of the night evaporates in the light of day, both literally and figuratively, especially after your wife wakes up, rolls over, straddles you, and lowers her pussy down over your engorged cock.

Tammy’s rocking back and forth, how fucking hard my dick was, and how it was feeling inside her can change one’s perspective. Suddenly, my fears the night before seemed like exactly what I had been hoping for; instead of the nightmare of last night, hotter than hell! She hadn’t done anything wrong, my only issue was the surprise, the intensity, the suddenness of it.

Suddenly, my reaction last night seemed so ... I don’t know, totally whacked out, groundless at best. I’d never imagined that the difference between what one wants and should want could be so fucking convoluted.

The one thing I did know, though, I wanted to see it again, this time all of it, through completely different eyes. I groaned with my cock inside my wife, feeling the intensity of a building orgasm, seeing Ian Dixon’s cock thrusting into Tammy’s bare pussy, and let out a blood-curdling scream as my orgasm engulfed me.

“Again,” I told her after I’d recovered enough to talk, “I want you to see him again, and this time set up your phone so I can watch it all.”

Tammy rolled off me and for once I don’t know if she came. I was totally out of it with the fire that had deluged my senses for those minutes. It was the kind of orgasm a man could spend an entire fortune, sometimes a lifetime trying to recreate and never succeeding.

“What? You sure? You seemed pretty upset last night.”

“I know. That was last night but this is now. Now, I know what to expect, my emotions just weren’t ready for the magnitude. Now I’m ready and I want to see it, experience it with you, even if it is only through your phone video.”

She just looked at me, those piercing eyes, not responding, “Do YOU want to?” I finally asked her.

“Yes,” she answered, with no more elaboration.

“Was it good for you? Last night?” I asked her. I already knew the answer, just wanted to hear her say it.

She took a deep breath, “Jason ... let’s not go there, okay?”

“No, I want to know, how good was it, scale of one to ten?”

“Honest answer ... about a fifteen, maybe twenty. If you asked a recovered drug addict how good her hit was after several years when it was the best stuff she’d ever had, what do you think her answer would be? And how much do you think she’d want to do it again?”

“Seriously good, huh, tell me about it?” God, I was feeling almost sick with jealousy all over again. But fucking horny, too!

Tammy hesitated a long time, her eyes closed. “I can’t ... read my diary in a couple days, I might be able to write it, at least some of it.”

“Think he’s going to ask you out again?”

“He, umm, already has, next Saturday.” She was looking at me, expectantly.

My heart was suddenly pounding, “And ... you told him?”

“That I had to talk to my husband.”

“I guess I already gave you my answer. Call him, tell him you’re going to. It going to be like last night, straight to his hotel?”

She shook her head, “I don’t know, he said he wants to go out, it’s his last night in town, but the other time was supposed to be going out, too.

“His last night? Why, what’s going on?” My excitement grew, a bit of disappointment, too.

“I don’t know, he didn’t give me any details, just said that Sunday morning he’s driving to Denver to fly out in the late afternoon - and that he wanted our last night to be ‘memorable’, he said.”

Hell, I thought last night was pretty memorable, at least from my point of view. “He didn’t elaborate?” I asked her.

She shook her head, “No, just said ‘memorable’. He’s never said anything like that before, so I’m really curious. Makes me a little nervous too, knowing him. But, Hon, you need to be really sure. I don’t want you upset again like you were last night, with whatever happens.”

God, what she was leaving unsaid! It made me shiver with anticipation.

We sat together a little longer, both of us just thinking. I was expecting her to call him. “You going to call him?” I asked, getting a little impatient.

“Have another call to make first,” she answered, then got up and went upstairs. I turned Netflix on, that series Tammy and I started watching the other day, “Sexy Life”, sitting transfixed and getting horny as hell. I’ve never seen anything quite like that on television, anywhere else, either.

It was fifteen minutes later when Tammy came back downstairs. “Okay,” she started, “it’s all set up, going to be a double date; Ian and me, Mia and her new boyfriend.”

So, at least I know that they will be going out, at least, not just going straight to his hotel and fucking like last time.

Boyfriend? “What? I thought she was between boyfriends. It was just a few days ago she didn’t have a boyfriend, now you’re going on a double date with her and a boyfriend?”

She shrugged, “You know Mia, and I think this boyfriend might stick a little longer than the others.”

I’ll admit I was a little jealous, Mia is about the sexiest girl I know, next to Tammy of course. Seemed a little stupid to be jealous of a guy going out with my wife’s friend, but where someone like Mia is involved, logic sort of takes a back seat, especially after what I’d read about her the last couple weeks. “Who’s the lucky guy, anyone I know?”

“Well, you haven’t exactly met him yet but you will, I’m sure.” And then Tammy turned her attention to the TV. I wasn’t going to get anything more out of her. Speaking of Mia, I was more than a little disappointed that nothing had become of Tammy’s little fantasy. Probably it was because of her new boyfriend.

He has to be one of the two brothers she went home with a week ago. But I wonder why Tammy thinks he might stick longer. There must be something pretty special about him that she hasn’t mentioned. Ah well, none of my business, just very disappointing.

I stewed the next several days over Tammy’s worry, if you could call it that, over Ian’s comment about ‘something special’, wondering what he could have meant.

She went to her mom and dad’s Wednesday evening, so I took the opportunity to open her laptop and see if she’d written about Friday night.