1. The Wife Part 8


    Date: 8/21/2024, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: Johnnycumlately, Source: LushStories 

    ... man. Surely, you must have thought it might go this way. Or did you think that I was beyond learning how to have great sex and powerful orgasms? Were you trying to make me the bad guy, the reason sex was not good between us? Shame on you. Man up and face it; I like recreational sex, and you can’t handle it.” She sat on the bed and began to cry into her hands, her anger dissolved into tears.

She looked pleadingly at him, “Please don’t go. It will kill me if you do. I won’t see Jim again. We can go back to the way it was before.” John had his essentials in a duffle. He sat next to Blanche and patted her knee.

“I need some time to work out what to do, and maybe you do also. Let’s take a few days and then talk some more.” He rose and left quietly.

After he had repeated the conversation to his friend, Tom said, “Let me ask you this. Who will be made happy by you leaving Blanche? Not her, not him, and certainly not you. That doesn’t sound like a win for anyone. Frankly, John, I find myself agreeing with her; you should be stronger and better than this. I know I said you can stay here, but I think you will regret it if you stay too long.”

John didn’t talk to Blanche for the next few days. His sleep was tortured, full of dreams of his wife and other men, laughing and having all manner of great sex. His waking hours were spent trying to justify his rigid stance, and he really couldn’t. She was right, and he missed her like crazy. But his damned ego wouldn’t let him ...
    ... cave.

The following Wednesday, he returned from work to find a strange car in Tom’s driveway. Upon entering the kitchen, both Tom and a handsome young man stood from the table, leaving half-empty beer bottles, “John, this is your adversary for Blanche’s affections, Jim.” The stranger reached out to shake his hand. His grip was firm but not aggressive. Tom quietly left them alone.

“Mr. D., I imagine you don’t want to talk to me, but you are making a big mistake here, and I don’t want to be the cause of that.” He waited for a response.

“You had better call me John; Mr. D. was my father. How is Blanche? Is she doing OK?” He got a beer, and they sat back down.

“No, she is not. She kicked me to the curb, as I’m sure you knew she would. She is grudgingly letting you have your time to pout, but I think she may run out of patience. How can you stay away from that beautiful, loving woman?”

“How do you suggest that I deal with you? I’m sure you realize that you and she had the most memorable night of her life last week. Where does that leave me?”

Jim took a moment to think about his answer, “I’m not going to offer marriage advice to someone with your age and experience. I’ll just tell you that, as long as she is alone, I’m going to try to get into her bed, your bed. How does that feel?”

“It feels terrible, you bastard. Don’t you have any ethics? You are destroying a marriage, a family.” John’s anger and his voice rose, causing Tom to return to the kitchen, sensing ...
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