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Using A Twenty-Seven Year Old Free Card

By: Slirpuff



Gullible? That is one word I never would have used to describe me, maybe hard ass, but never gullible. My kids, my friends and especially my business associates all know what a fair and level headed person I am, especially in a crisis. None of them would ever suspect that I've been damaged on the inside while I maintain my normal outer shell, but for how long. Though now that I think about it, I guess the word gullible is pretty accurate.

You'd think after twenty-seven years of marriage, you'd heard, seen and done it all. Two kids, Randi and John, almost out of college, five years left on a home mortgage and a consulting business that almost runs itself, you'd think I had it all; well I did up until a couple of months ago.

I won't bore you with the details of my life other than to tell you I'm pushing fifty, have the a start of a spare tire around my middle, still have all my teeth and most of my hair. You can call me Steve, but not gullible, naïve, stupid or any of a dozen adjectives that now fit.

My wife, Victoria, is about ten months younger than me and for her age she still looks like a thirty year old. We met in high school and were married shortly after I turned twenty-one. She's an aerobic instructor at our local gym and that should tell you what type of shape she's in. Are we happily married? Were, is the word that comes to mind but I still love her or I think I still do, how could you not after twenty-seven years? If you asked a woman if this dilemma was my fault most would say yes and maybe even a few guys would agree; but most guys would say she should have gotten over it years ago. The 'it' being an incident that happened even before we got married.

Like I said, we met in high school. Neither one of us were jocks or cheerleaders but we had a lot of friends. We became girlfriend and boyfriend somewhere in the first part of our senior year. We just kind of drifted into each other and I guess it stuck. There weren't any agreements, I just thought, or expected, we were totally exclusive.

We both started at the local two-year college and for the first time I was planning for our future. As I said, we had a lot of friends and usually hung out as a group. My math test was coming up and I needed an 'A' to keep my G.P.A. at 3.75 to maintain my Bright Futures Scholarship. It was Friday night and I begged off going out so I could pull an all-nighter to just make sure I had it all down pat. I figured that if I ran into something I could finish up or review on Saturday or Sunday. I guess I knew the stuff better than I'd thought, because by just after nine I was done and was feeling pretty damn good about it. I still had time to catch the group at the college so I headed out.

I struck out at the first two places but recognized two buddies' cars in the parking lot of the third place. It was dark and it took a couple of minutes for my eyes to get totally adjusted. I went up to the bar and got a coke and started my search for Vicki, that's what I liked to call her.

I finally saw the table of my friends, but no Vicki. Two minutes later I found her on the dance floor with some strange guy. When the song ended I finished my coke put down my empty can and turned to go get her when the music started again. The guy pulled her in close and they started swaying to the music. I was ok with it for all of thirty seconds. That was until his hand moved too far south and Vicki didn't move it. The rest was kind of a blur.

I ran up, pulled him off her and took my best shot, yelling for him to get his fucking hands off my girl. The force of my blow pushed him back but he was far from down. We exchanged punches and I got the worst of it, like I said, I wasn't a jock. Everyone had circled around us and even though Vicki was yelling for me to stop I heard nothing but my heart beating out of my chest. What seemed like a twenty-minute drag-out brawl turned out to be all of two minutes before the bouncers grabbed us and kicked us both out.

"Steve, what is your problem?" Vicki yelled at me once we were all outside.

"He had his hands all over you for Christ's sake."

"I'm a big girl and can take care of myself," was her flip reply.

"Well then, why weren't you? And who the hell was that guy?" I shouted maybe a little too loudly.

"He's in my psychology class and we're friends."

"Vicki, friends don't fuck with another guys girl and the way you two were going at it, I thought I'd have to hose the two of you off." I suppose that wasn't the smartest thing to say since it escalated into a full-blown argument. Things were said on both sides that shouldn't have been said and she ended up throwing my class ring at me and I replied that she could shove it up her ass as I stormed off.

I then did what every bruised ego, twenty year old dreamed about doing; I found someone to buy me a case of beer and screwed the first girl who would say yes to me. I spent Friday night, most of Saturday and Sunday morning drunk; well sick would be a better word for it. I puked my guts out at least four times. I think I saw my liver and spleen go down the toilet when I flushed the last time. The second worst thing about that weekend was that I went into Monday's test not quite all there and got a low B, I was pissed mostly at myself.

Word of my weekend got back to Victoria and she refused to even talk to me. She said we were through and to leave her the hell alone. It took me a month before she'd even talk to me and that was after bribing all her girl friends to plead my case. We met on neutral ground at the college student union. I pleaded, hell, I begged for another chance.

"Steve, you slept with Becky," she shouted at me.

"I know, but would you believe I don't even remember it happening?"

"Likely story," she shot back at me.

"It's true. I don't remember much of Friday night or Saturday, and I'm still trying to forget Sunday morning, puking in the bathroom, my mom yelling at me," I said trying to get her to feel sorry for me. "I guess I went a little nuts when I saw him with his hands all over your body."

"So now this whole thing is my fault?"

"Look, if his hands were where they were suppose to be, none of this would have happened."

"Steve, if you wouldn't have gone nuts and slept with Becky we'd still be together."

"Vicki, did you sleep with him?" She saw red with that statement.

"Unlike some people, I have a little self control," she yelled standing up.

"Well, your good buddy says he did. He's telling everyone he kicked my ass and fucked my girl."

"You're lying," she said sitting down.

"Ask your classmates, they'll tell you."

We spent the next half hour not saying much of anything. I kept saying I was sorry and she finally stopped calling me an asshole. Vicki said that she probably shouldn't have let him put his hand on her behind, but that didn't excuse my actions. It took the better part of the week groveling to get her to almost forgive me. She agreed to go out the following weekend, but said we weren't back together. It took another two months to get her to finally agree to be my girl again.

"You owe me," is how she put it. "If I ever, and I do mean ever, fuck up, I get a free pass; is that understood?"

Hell, I would have said or agreed to anything to get her back and figured I was safe; at least unless I screwed up again, which I'm proud to say never happened again.

We got married two years later and moved into an apartment over her parent's garage. We both finished college and got entry-level jobs and started our lives together.

She was a virgin on our wedding night and I wasn't a whole lot more experienced. We muddled through that first night and eventually found what we both liked and were comfortable with. I can remember many a night, a bottle of wine and a lot of giggling as we experimented with this or that especially when I brought home a porno movie or two. She was intrigued by the threesomes, but not the two girl one guy ones; she said that was never going to happen in her lifetime. However, I said the same thing about the two guys and one girl ones when she wondered what it would feel like. I guess you could say we were the typical, middle class couple who loved each other and were happy and content. And life went on that way for twenty plus years.

Life was good, that's the best way I can describe it. We were in a groove and when Vicki wanted to quit work and become an aerobics instructor I didn't have a problem with it. She and her friend Sue taught four classes each a week and she said proudly that she was in the best shape of her life; and to me she was.

You'd think after over twenty-five years I'd be kind of bored making love to the same woman night after night well, I wasn't. I guess it wasn't night after night anymore and we'd slowed up a lot over the years, but I still found her hot. Sweaty or not, I'd try an attack her when she came home it that spandex outfit. To me she was still the girl I'd fallen in love with.

"Steve, back off so I can get changed," she said fighting me off most nights. "If you want dinner you're going to have to let me get changed."

"Let's skip dinner, hit the shower and go to bed. We use to live on love," I told her.

"And I used to have twenty year old boobs that didn't sag. I'm hungry and there is no way I'm skipping dinner. Maybe if you're lucky we have a little fun later, but right now I'm hungry and you know how I get if I don't eat," she said prying me off her body.

She was right. Vicki, like our daughter, got cranky if they didn't get fed or went too long without food. Must be a women thing. I didn't have any problem skipping a meal but nothing was going to happen tonight if she didn't get fed, I started the grill.

Dinner was good. As always and I had a beer with dinner while she had crystal light. I suggested a glass of wine before bed but Vicki said she'd already flossed and brushed, so much for my wine and candles. 

"Steve, you don't have to pry me with wine and candles or get me drunk, that is unless you have something new on your mind that you know I won't like."

"Hon, would I do something like that?"

"In a heartbeat," she said smiling. "You forget, I know you."

She was right, we knew each other too well sometimes. However, every once in a while I did a few things that even surprised her. They were few and far between lately but I always tried to throw in a curve now and then.

"No matter how hard I work out I can't get rid of the flab on my hips. I'm thinking of getting liposuction to smooth them out," she said looking at the mirror. "Sue had it done last year and was back teaching class within four days. Do you think I should do it?"

"Babes, you're perfect," I said patting the bed next to me trying to get her to come to bed.

"Steve, really. I could have a little lipo here and here and maybe get these lifted a bit," she said picking up her small breasts.

"Hon, no matter how many nips and tucks you get, you're not going to have the body of a twenty year old again. To me you look fantastic and are the hottest woman I've had in my bedroom all week."

"Steve, I'm the only woman that you've had in this bedroom for the last twenty years," she said with her hands on her hips.

"So much the better. Now get your flabby ass in this bed so I can make you feel better about yourself." She did, and I did my best to make her feel like the woman of my dreams.

It was our typical session. A lot of kissing with a little tongue play and I gave her breasts enough attentions to show them I still thought they looked great. My tongue was hard at this point and I did my best to make sure her clit felt loved also. I licked and sucked on it until it was at full attention and Vicki was telling me enough teasing as she climaxed the first time. Even though I liked doing it with the lights on, I entered her in the dark and after a few minutes I was pounding her as she played with my nipples before we both climaxed. Tonight I didn't want to pull out so I continued to move in and out of her as everything dripped out of her pussy onto the bed. Lucky for me we were on her side of the bed.

"Why do I always get the wet spot on my side of the bed. Next time we finish up on your side of the bed," she said pushing me to the side and raced off to the bathroom. 

"If you come back here, I'll make you smile again," I called out to her as she did her thing in the bathroom.

"Once is fine for me," she said wiping our wet spot with a dry wash cloth.

"I guess we'll have to cuddle on my side of the bed all night."

"In your dreams. You get too hot and twitch when you're asleep; and don't get me started on your snoring."

"Anything else you want to complain about?" I asked reaching for her.

"Nope, that's about it," she said grabbing her book off the nightstand.

"Babes, why don't we cuddle and go to sleep for a change?"

"Steve, I'm just going to read for a few minutes. Go to sleep she said kissing me on the forehead and do something about your breath, you smell like me."

"And what's wrong with that? Maybe I won't wash my face and I'll go to work like that. Then everyone will know what we did last night."

"Yeah right. After twelve hours you'll be good and ripe. Do you think anyone else wants to know what my vagina smells like?"

I'd lost again so I went in the bathroom, washed my face with soap, swished around some mouthwash and climbed into bed.

"Last chance," I said looking like a forlorn puppy.

Vicki gave me a peck on the lips, told me I smelled much better and went back to her book. I turned over, fluffed up my pillow and fell asleep. That my friend is how it normally went. Every once in a while I could talk her into a second session but those nights were few and far between. Was I unhappy, hell no. At my age, I was happy with what I was getting; I knew some guys who were lucky to get even a whiff every other week.

"Steve, Sue and I are going to Tampa next weekend to get recertified," she said over supper the other night. "I'm going to try and get certified to teach Pilates and Sue is looking at getting into spinning. We're leaving Friday afternoon and will probably be home late on Sunday. It's not going to be cheap, but I don't have a choice."

"You want me to come with?" I asked all ready knowing her response.

"You want to sit around while we go to classes during the day?"

"Well babes, at least we could have dinner together."

"Steve, we'll probably have dinner with the rest of the group, but if you want to come with, you're more than welcome."

"Let's see, a bachelor weekend or driving a couple of hours to watch a bunch of hard body instructors strutting their stuff," I said rubbing my chin. "Decisions', decisions, decisions," I said playing it up as much as I dared. "Are they going to be wearing lingerie while working out?" At that point Vicki threw her napkin at me calling me an asshole. "Have fun and I'll see you on Sunday."

I was hoping for a good session either Wednesday or Thursday before she left but I was busy Wednesday and she was still packing and running around on Thursday. I pouted a little. She told me to get over it and I'd live until she got back.

"Make sure you call me Friday when you get there and touch base with me on the weekend."

"Don't worry but I'll probably call you early because I don't know when we'll get back in at night. Since we don't have to drive anywhere, Sue wants to party hearty this weekend."

"I can see it now, a couple of middle aged women trying to keep up with the young ones," I said but soon regretted it.

"What do you mean by that? You think I'm old and ready for a walker? I can still party with the best of them, and don't you forget it," I was told in no uncertain terms. 

She called me before they left on Friday and soon after they arrived and got settled in. The hotel was just across from the convention center and she said that there were hundreds of people and she was really glad they went.

"I'll call you Saturday sometime during the day. If I miss you, I'll leave you a message. Love you," is how we ended it. Now what the hell do I do until Sunday night?

I busied myself with work on Friday night and made plans with Sue's husband Tim to have dinner with him Saturday night. 

"No use both of us sitting at home while our wives party down," I thought to myself. We ate at Hooters and even hit another bar before calling it a night just before eleven o'clock. There was a message from Vicky on the home phone and said she'd call me Sunday before they left. 

I slept just ok on Saturday night. After sleeping with someone for so many years, it was strange being alone in our big bed. More than once I reached over to find only an empty side. At least I'll have her next to me tomorrow; I fell asleep with a smile on my face.

I never heard from Vicki until almost four o'clock.

"We're on our way back, I'll see you in a couple of hours, love you," was about all she said. I was going to ask how she liked it, but I figured that could wait until she got back.

I got out a couple of steaks, cleaned two white potatoes and threw together a mixed salad as I kept an eye on the time. I had the potatoes in the oven, the table set and was just taking the salad out of the refrigerator when she walked in. She came over, gave me a big kiss and said she was going to unpack, take a quick shower and would be down in about twenty minutes.

Perfect, that would be just enough time to do up the steaks on the grill before the potatoes were done. I got out a bottle of wine, opened it and poured each of us a glass. I drank my first glass while doing the steaks and with everything done I finished up the table just in time before Vicki came back down.

"Everything looks great," she said sitting down and taking a sip of wine and dishing herself out a salad.

She told me that she got recertified for aerobics and for palates but that Sue had decided against going for spinning. She said they were on the move all day going to either lectures or hands on training. 

"Sounds like you guys had a good time, did you close the bars on Friday and Saturday nights?"

"Sue did, but not me," she said looking at me while working on her steak. 

"Don't tell me you were too tired?"

"Nope, I just did other things," she said grabbing another glass of wine.

For the next two hours we talked in general about what she did and finally what I'd done for the entire weekend, including my dinner at Hooters. It was close to nine-thirty when we headed upstairs to bed. I grabbed a quick shower to get the BBQ smell off me and was just finishing up brushing when I noticed Vicki already in bed. "I'm going to get lucky tonight," I said to myself as I started to hurry myself along.

I didn't even bother with boxers as they were going to come right off anyway. I snuggled up to her and was just getting hard when I felt her hand on my dick stroking me as we kissed.

"Let me give you a blowjob tonight instead," she said pulling back the covers and moving down on me.

"Hell, it wasn't even my birthday," I thought to myself as I reached for her.

"That's enough babes, I'm so horny that I won't last another ten seconds if you keep that up," I said pulling her up and laying her back on the pillows. "Besides, it's your turn for a little oral action," I told her spreading her legs and moving in between them. The bedside light made me squint as I thought Vicki wanted to finish with the lights on. I'm sorry to say that wasn't the reason.

"Steve, we need to talk for a minute," she said sitting up on the bed. 

"Now?" I said loudly. "Can't this wait until we finish?"

"We need to do it now," she said looking at me.

"Well hurry up, it's been a while and I don't want to lose the mood," I said smiling at her but she didn't smile back.

"I used my free pass this weekend," she said waiting for my reply.


Using A Twenty-Seven Year Old Free Card



"Hon, I don't care what you bought, let's finish and we can talk about your purchases afterwards."

"Steve, I used my free pass, didn't you hear me?"

"Free pass? What free pass? Vicki, I don't understand what free pass, who gave you a free pass?" I said still not getting what she was talking about.

"You did, twenty-seven years ago."

"Free pass, free pass," the words keep going through my mind but it wasn't sinking in; until phrase twenty-seven years ago struck home. "This is some kind of joke right? The only free pass I recall is some stupid thing I said a million years ago to get you back; that's not what we're talking about here are we?" I said now starting to get more than a little concerned.

"When you went to bed with that slut Becky you said I had a free pass or a get out of jail card, remember?"

"Vic, that was a long time ago, before we even got married," I said starring at her as my body started to tighten up.

"Well, I used it this weekend," is how she replied like she was telling me that she bought a dozen eggs or had made an appointment to get her hair cut.

"Vic, this isn't funny. This isn't something to even joke about," I said getting out of bed and moving to her side. "Vic, tell me this is a fucking joke," I said loudly. She was now moving away from me because when I called her Vic she knew I was mad.

"Steve, you know I love you don't you?"

"Forget the I love you bull shit, what did you do?" 

"I went to bed with someone this weekend and used the free pass you gave me," she said as I paced back and forth between the bed and the bathroom. "I didn't plan on it, it just happened. You would have realized it if we'd gone any further tonight because I'm a little bigger down there than I was when I left," she said holding onto the blanket.

"Jesus fucking Christ," I yelled as I ripped the blanket off to expose her still puffy pussy. For the first time since we started going out together, I wanted to hit her as I clenched my fists. "Have you fucking lost your mind? I said that to get you back, I never fucking meant it."

"So you lied to me back then?"

"Vic, I would have said anything to get you back but I never expected you to save it like a God damn check; especially after we got married for Christ's sakes. Doesn't the word cheating mean anything to you?"

"Like what you did with Becky?"

"Vic, we weren't even married back then. Since we got married the thought hasn't even crossed my mind. But I guess you can't say the same anymore, or is this not the first time you've cheated on me?"

"Steve, this is the one and only time and you know the reason why I got the free pass."

The more she opened her mouth the madder I got.

"What were you doing, drinking one hundred percent pure grain alcohol that fried your brain cells in Tampa?" I said now putting on a pair of shorts and a tee shirt. My hard on was long gone and my mood was trashed as soon as she started to try and explain her actions. "I got to get away from you before I do something I'll regret," I said slipping on a pair of old tennis shoes and walked out of the room and down the stairs while she yelled for me to stop.

I probably was in no condition to drive but I had to get away. I didn't think my Kia had enough power to lay rubber but it did just the same. It was twenty minutes later I realized two things. Number one, Vicki and I had one hell of a problem and number two; I didn't have a clue where I was. I guess I was still in Florida but didn't know exactly where.

It took me another fifteen minutes to realize where the hell I was, but there was no way I wanted to go home just yet. I stopped off at Denny's and grabbed a cup of coffee. I'd forgotten my wallet and had only a five-dollar bill in my car so breakfast was out. By two o'clock I was tired but didn't want to go home and face her. I had come within about five seconds of actually hitting my wife and not with an open hand. What's the phrase, chickens coming home to roost? Well, I was no chicken and this situation was not going quietly into the night. She had pushed the envelope for the first time in our marriage and I wasn't sure where I was going to go with it. She cheated no matter what she wanted to call it and her free pass from a drunken roll in the hay over twenty seven years ago wasn't going to cut it either.

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"If Steve just hadn't wanted sex tonight or accepted my offer of a blow job none of this would be happening," Vicki said to herself. I had pulled that free pass thing out of my ass when I knew I was going to get caught. Sue had yelled at me all the way home telling me how stupid I'd been fooling around on my husband. I hadn't set out to cheat on Steve, it just happened, or so I told myself.

We met David at the welcome party Friday night. He was at our table and after introductions we started to party down. David was one of the Pilates instructors and when I told him I planned to get certified this weekend we had something in common to talk about.

When Sue and I went to the rest room we were like two giddy schoolgirls.

"What a hunk," Sue said touching up her makeup. "Great looking, a fantastic body and a personality to boot. If I wasn't already married I'd try him on for size; you know what they say about black guys," Sue said laughing.

"Now that you mention it, I'll have to check him out," I said washing my hands. "Maybe if I ask him nice he'll show it to me. I haven't seen a big one ever."

"Yeah right," Sue said. "David if you show me yours I'll show you mine; that would be a good opening line." We both looked at each other and burst out laughing. 

"I think I'm getting a hot flash," I said fanning myself.

"I think it's more like a cock flash," Sue replied as we adjusted our clothes before leaving.

Everyone had a good time Friday night. The alcohol flowed; we danced and got to know each other a lot better. David guessed our ages to be around thirty-two and I told him he was pretty close as Sue rolled her eyes. He told us that he'd just turned twenty-nine and was single. We both had our wedding rings on so he knew we were married but never said anything about it. We probably had way too much to drink and I made a bet with Sue that I could get him hard.

"I'll bet you five bucks I can get him at least excited if not hard without touching it," I told her. She told me I had a bet and I went to work.

Flirting, a hand on his knee and letting him get a whiff of my perfume all started to work. I put the last nail in the coffin when I asked him to dance a slow song. It was shameless the way I held him and rubbed my body against his but it worked. Sue was right, he was huge, or that's how it felt pressed against me. We sat down and he excused himself to go to the bathroom. I gave Sue a high five and she paid up.

"It's huge," I whispered to her. "I felt him press it against my leg and I felt it almost down to my knee. I didn't think they made them that big," I told her as I fanned myself again. I need one more dance to get a good feel of the size."

"Vicki, he's probably in the bathroom beating off the way he looked when the two of you got off the dance floor," Sue told me. "Oops, here he comes," she said pointing to David walking towards us.

We all had two more drinks and I still flirted unmercifully with him. When he asked me for one more dance I winked at Sue when he pulled me on the dance floor. I was pretty drunk and I closed my eyes. He pulled me in tight. His hands on my back moved lower and I was sure once or twice he pushed his cock against me intentionally. It was huge, throbbing and I could feel its heat through his pants. I was sweating and was starting to get damp down below. The song ended and we walked back to our table.

"Girl, we need to call it a night, we've all got a big day tomorrow," Sue told us both.

"Big was the word of the night," I thought as I agreed with her.

David walked us to our rooms and said he'd see us tomorrow at class and we went in. I was screaming and laughing as soon as I shut the door.

"Oh my God Sue, it was huge. I thought it was going to break through his pants at one point. I thought about reaching down and grabbing it but I wasn't that drunk. He had me dripping like a bitch in heat on that dance floor. If I wasn't married, I'd be in his room right now finding out if that monster would fit in me."

"Take my word for it, you'd be surprised how much it'll stretch," Sue replied.

"Spill it girl, you know something," I said jumping on her bed.

"Well, in college, before Tim and I got engaged, I went to bed with a really hung guy. He wasn't black but was definitely packing. By the time he got fully hard he must have been at least ten inches and thick. I could barely get it in my mouth but he had other ideas. After he got me good and wet, he started to put it in. Girl, it took almost ten minutes to get it all in but it was worth every second. He hit areas that no one had or has since. I climaxed twice as the top of it racked across my clit going in and coming out. I thought I'd ripped something the when he got it all in, but after a couple of minutes I didn't care any more. The first time only lasted about ten minutes but the second time he was inside me for almost twenty minutes. We never did it again but that's something you don't forget. Tim is pretty big, but isn't even close to that guy. I think I just got a hot flash," she said wiping her brow.

"Or maybe an orgasm," I said as we both laughed. I told her that Steve was the only guy I'd ever been with and at first she thought I was lying. "He's a great lover and I get off every time, but it's kind of gotten old lately. It's still good, but routine; I don't think David would be routine."

"Vicki, if what you say is true, you'd be spitting semen out your mouth for a month." She laughed, I laughed and we both showered and went to bed. I needed my shower good and cold because I was still up there. After I made sure Sue was asleep I got myself off, I needed to if I was ever going to get any sleep. I thought about David's cock so it didn't take too long to finish. It was a good night's sleep afterwards.

Sue and I grabbed a quick breakfast Saturday morning. Our first classes started at eight-thirty, we had to get a move on. We kidded each other about last night, but it was back to reality this morning. By the afternoon I was at the practice stage of my training. David adjusted my form now and then, and when he touched me high on the thigh, to pull my leg back further, I felt the electrical charge. I think if he had done it again I would have lost it. By five o'clock classes were over for the day and it was time for dinner and partying.

I didn't see David at dinner but he found us just after seven-thirty. We were hanging out with a group from one of the other classes. When he walked up I smiled at him and he returned mine with a big one of his own. So our night together started.

By nine-thirty Sue said a couple of them were going to another club and asked if I wanted to come along.

"Not tonight," I said begging off. Today kicked my ass and my legs are still sore from all that stretching."

"Well, suit yourself, I'll catch up with you later," she said and the six of them headed out. That only left David and two other people at our table. We ordered a few pieces of cheesecake and a bottle of wine. We spent the next hour eating, talking and drinking two bottles of wine. When we hit the dance floor it was like last night without the teasing. How we ended up back in his room is still a blur. The only thing I remember is David leading me into his room before he started to kiss and undress me.

I'm not sure if I was drunk or drunk and horny but we ended up naked on his bed. The compliments flowed, he ate me until I screamed and I got a first hand look at his black monster.

I licked it, until it started to get hard. I sucked on the head and took in as much as I was able. "No way no how am I going to let him put this in me," I kept saying over and over to myself but that's not what happened. He ended up between my legs and I even helped him put the first two inches in. I was hot and wet but it wasn't nearly enough as he ended up soaking both his dick and my pussy with massage oil.

At six inches I was breathing hard, at nine I thought I was going to fucking die and by the time it was all in, I felt I had a V.W. bug in me. When he started moving it in and out, that all changed. The more he moved and the faster he stroked, the hotter I got. I know I screamed something when I let loose the first time but all I remember is telling him not to stop. When he lifted my legs over his shoulders I thought I'd died and gone to heaven as he was now slamming the full length in and out of me. He erupted and I hit the ceiling. I wasn't sure what was happening right then but I loved what he was doing. David finally rolled me on top of him and with his dick still in me, we both started to come down from the mountain.

I thought I'd feel at least a little remorse and probably would later, but right now all I wanted was to do it all over again. I wasn't sure how soon David was going to be ready but I wasn't going to wait. So I sat up and started slowly moving up and down on his dick. Even only semi erect he was a lot bigger than Steve. I lifted myself up until he was almost out of me before forcing him back inside. I guess my movement did the trick, because after about ten minutes we were at it again. I couldn't get enough of him and I wasn't nearly as drunk as I was when we started.

We did it all night before showering and grabbing a few hours of sleep. I awoke to find him between my legs licking my sore and tender pussy. It must have looked like it went through world war three because that's what it felt like but what he was doing made it fell so much better. He wasn't as good as Steve but was trying his best so I just closed my eyes and enjoyed what he was doing. I was just about to climax when he stopped and I felt him against my pussy. He slipped in without much trouble this time as he lifted up my ass to put two pillows under it. 

There was nothing gentle about our session this morning as he pounded my pussy. There was no way I could meet his thrusts as all I could do was hang on and have the ride of my life. I climaxed first but felt him twitch and shoot off soon after. By now I'd had enough. I was satisfied but sore. It would probably take a week for my pussy to shrink enough to accept Steve's normal dick. With that thought reality hit. Fuck what the hell had I done?

I rolled off the bed and to David's objection I started getting dressed.

"Can we do this again?" David asked.

"Never again. This was a one time thing that shouldn't have happened in the first place," I told him. I gave him a peck goodbye and I waddled back to my room.

"Where in the hell were you all night?" Sue yelled at me. "You've got two messages on your cell phone from Steve last night."

I sat on the bed and put my face in my hands.

"Please tell me you didn't spend the night with David, Vicki," she said looking at me. "Oh my God you did, and by the way you're walking you did more than just talk with him. Are you nuts? What were you thinking?"

"I wasn't. We drank a couple bottles of wine and ended up in his room and the next thing I knew we were doing it, and doing it and doing it again," I said trying to explain it to her and make some sense out of it for me.

"Was he as big as you thought?" she said now wanting details.

"Bigger, much bigger than I could ever have imagined."

"You know Steve's going to notice the first time he enters you. It's going to take a couple of days for you to shrink back to size, if you ever do."

"Sue, I'm so sore right now, I wouldn't even let a warm tongue come within a hundred yards of me; I am so fucked. Just don't say a word to anyone and maybe I'll get through this without anyone finding out if I'm lucky; I should have gone with you to that other club," I said out loud.

I took a warm bath and washed myself a half dozen times before packing up. We went down stairs and had breakfast. Then we went back over to the center to pick up our certification sheets. We were on the road two hours later and I listen to Sue rag on me all the while pumping me for details. I called Steve and told him we were on our way and kept the conversation short.

"Are you going to tell him?"

"Only if he notices something. If he's horny I'll give him a blowjob that will hold him for a day or two. Maybe by then I'll shrink up enough or if push comes to shove, I'll give him my ass; I'll do whatever is necessary."

"I hope you're right. Steve doesn't seem like the forgiving type."

Then it hit me, he wasn't but I was. I'd forgiven him all those years ago and told him he owed me a free pass if I'd done anything really stupid and this sure as hell qualified. I'd never used it and if he found out I'd use my get out of jail card. He'd be angry as hell, but I'd forgiven him and I only prayed he'd do the same.

'***************************************************

It was close to three AM and here I am pounding on Tim and Sue's front door. After about ten minutes of ringing the bell and pounding their living room lights came on. A tired Tim looked out the front window and opened up the front door.

"Steve, do you have any idea what time it is?"

"Some where around three, I need to talk to Sue right now."

"Can't this wait until morning? She's asleep upstairs."

"Tim, if it wasn't important I wouldn't be here at this hour of the morning."

"Well, come on in, I'll go upstairs and get her," he said holding the door open until we both moved into the living room. "I'll go get her."

A couple minutes later Sue came down the stairs in a robe closely followed by Tim.

"Honey, I can handle this, why don't you go back to bed."

"You're kidding me right? Our neighbor comes over at three in the morning to talk to my wife and you want me to go back to bed? Come on Steve out with it."

"Sue, I want to know what the hell happened this weekend in Tampa."

"Steve I don't know what you mean?"

"Sue, I know Vicki cheated on me. Were you involved too?"

Tim was now all ears and everything else as he was now on his feet looking at Sue.

"Tim, I didn't do anything, you have to believe that," she said knowing everything was now getting out of hand. "Steve, you should be having this conversation with Vicki not me."

"That's the way it started out but I don't want to go to jail for domestic violence; that's why I'm here."

"Sue, what hell did happen this weekend? I think it's about time you told us what the hell did happen," Tim said starting to get more than annoyed.

"Tim, I didn't do anything I'm ashamed about besides having way too much to drink."

"Sue, did Vicki plan this? How long has she known this guy? When did you know about it and why didn't you stop her?"

"Hold it, give me a chance to answer a few of your questions. First of all it wasn't planned we met the guy Friday night. We made a stupid bet and Vicki flirted with him, that's all. Saturday we were at classes all day and we had dinner with a few people we met. We didn't see him again until about seven-thirty. After that things are a little hazy. We were pounding down the drinks pretty heavy and I went to another club in the hotel and she stayed with that guy and a few others. Steve, when I got back she was gone. I went back to my room and passed out about ten minutes later. I didn't see her until Sunday morning."

"Sue, why did you leave her?"

"Steve, how in the hell did I know she'd get herself into trouble?"

"She just came back to the room and said she'd done something stupid; that's all."

"Stupid isn't the half of it. What did this guy look like anyway?"




Using A Twenty-Seven Year Old Free Card



When Sue described him I got even angrier, if that was possible, especially when she said that he was hung like a fucking horse. 

"Steve, Vicki never would have done it if she was sober, she really loves you," Sue said trying to smooth it over. "She says she doesn't even remember going to his room."

"But she did. She should have stayed with you and eased up on the wine," I yelled at her.

"Sue, I'm sorry, it's not your fault I have a slut for a wife."

"Steve, Vicki is not a slut. She had too much to drink and a guy took advantage of her. I'm not saying what she did was all right, but she didn't just pick some guy out of the crowd and bed him."

"That's right, she found the biggest cock she could and then bedded him."

I'd heard enough and apologized for waking them up. Tim told me not to go nuts tonight and it would look better in the morning. The last thing I heard was him asking Sue exactly what she did, I don't think any of us were going to get any sleep tonight.

I found Vicki in her robe sleeping on the couch when I finally got home. I left her sleeping there and went up to our bedroom to get at least a few hours of sleep before I had to get up for work.

When my alarm went off at six I had to think about where I was for a minute. I think I got maybe two hours sleep but was too groggy to know for sure. A quick shower and a shave and I felt almost human. I got dressed and went downstairs to find Vicki still asleep. There was no way I wanted to get into it with her this morning so I just left. I grabbed a quick sandwich and large coffee at McDonalds and was on my way five minutes later.

I ate at my desk and was checking my calendar when the first of a dozen calls came into my cell phone, all from Vicki. She left a few messages, which I listened to before deleting. I needed to see where her head was at this morning and I didn't want to hear another word about that fucking free pass. To me it was a non-issue and didn't exist, at least it didn't after we'd said "I Do" when we got married.

By four-thirty I realized I'd wasted he entire day. I kept going over in my mind everything that Vicki and Sue had said to me yesterday. I really didn't want to get into it with her tonight but I figure I didn't have much choice. I wasn't nearly as mad as I'd been last night, but it wouldn't take much to get me that way again.

The honking of the cars behind me told me I still had my head up my ass because I was doing twenty-five in a forty mile per hour speed zone. When I pulled onto our street I'd wished I'd taken the long way home but I'd put it off long enough, it needed to be addressed.

Vicki was waiting for me when I walked into the kitchen from the garage. She didn't run to me, she just sat at the table looking at me. I know Sue probably called her some time this morning and since I hadn't called her back she didn't have a clue of my mood. I put my brief case down, grabbed a beer from the refrigerator and sat at table directly across from her. I didn't say a word. I took a long sip from my beer, put it on the table and looked at her; I was waiting for her to start it.

"Steve, I'm so sorry. If I could take back everything that happened this weekend I would," she said waiting for me to say something. "I drank way too much and didn't have a clue what I was doing or with whom. By Sunday morning I realized what had happened and I beat it back to my room. I don't remember much after Sue left, only that our group finished a couple of bottles of wine."

I was very careful how I phrased the next couple of questions.

"Why didn't you go with Sue and she told me about your stupid game Friday night. If I was him, I'd think that you were coming on to me and that you didn't give a shit that you were married."

"Steve, it was a childish joke. We were throwing compliments back and forth and he was pumping up my ego by telling me he thought I was thirty. I just wanted to see if I could still turn a guy's head. I wasn't planning on taking him to bed, I was just trying to see if I could turn him on, that's all."

"I guess it worked. You turned him on and he fucked the shit out of you Saturday night. Sounds logical to me."

"Steve, it wasn't like that, I didn't even lead him on Saturday, you can ask Sue, she was there."

"Only until she left you and you went up to his room to see how really hung he was," I said through gritted teeth. "Just how hung was he? Sue said like a horse but she didn't actually see it or experience it like you did. I suppose I can probably shove my fist up your cunt you're so stretched out. No wonder you stopped me last night, I would have known something was up even with the lights out. I hope you enjoyed your big black stud."

There I'd finally said it. It was one thing to have my wife taken by a guy with a huge dick but by a black man with a huge dick that stuck in my craw. 

You see I'd had my fill of arrogant black men in college. They thought it was their calling to bed as many white women as they could, attached or unattached. I know many a guy who dumped their girlfriends after they'd been 'marked' as they say by a black jock or two. It was like some kind of forbidden fruit or something taboo to them. Most had their little flings and wanted all to be forgiven, however most guys told them to hit the road. Like one once told me, why the fuck would I want their castoffs. If I wasn't good enough for her before why would I be now? And he was right. So now that was another thing that stuck in my brain.

Vicki had teared up and kept saying she was sorry but I was still too pissed to care at this point. I didn't have a clue how this was going to all wash out, but right now I didn't even want to look at her. Visions of her rutting around on a bed with David made the bile in my stomach come up and sour my mouth.

We fixed something for dinner but neither one of us was very hungry. I'd already had two beers before dinner and it was all I could do to stop there. I want the numbness that alcohol would give me, but it wasn't going to solve our problem, and I didn't know what would at this point. When we went to bed, Vicki made sure she was covered up. I hadn't seen any bite marks but she did have more than a few burses on her thighs. I guess he wasn't a five foot six lightweight. When she came to bed she tried to kiss me but I pulled away.

"I don't know what you've had in your mouth lately," I guess I said it trying to drive home the point that this wasn't going away just because she said she was sorry. I turned over and gave her my back for the first time in twenty years; she sat there and teared up. So it went for the next two months.

We were existing in the same house and saying just what we had to. It wasn't even like brother and sister because even siblings talked. When she came into the bedroom nude after taking a shower I started to get hard before that damn vision in the back of my brain reared its ugly head and I went limp. It wasn't getting any better only worse.

Thursday I came home to a pretty drunk Vicki. From the empty bottle on the counter I figured she'd been at it for a while. She still had her leotards on from her afternoon aerobics class and had a towel wrapped around her neck.

"You want a drink?" she asked downing what she had left in her glass before going over to a freshly opened bottle. She poured half a glass and flopped back on her chair. "I said, do you want a drink?" she now slurred at me.

"I think you've had enough for both of us," I said putting my brief case down on the counter waiting for her to fall off the chair.

"Suit yourself," she said chugging about half the glass down.

"You're going to get sick and end up throwing up."

"So, what the fuck do you care. Why don't you be a good little husband and make us something to eat. I don't think I can stand and I don't think it would be wise for me to be around fire right now. I may burp and catch the house on fire," she said now laughing.

"I hate a stupid drunk," I said to myself while going upstairs to change out of my work clothes. Little did I know Vicki had somehow managed to follow me upstairs. As I stood there in my shorts I heard her from the doorway.

"My, my, my, I haven't seen that in quite a while. You want to fool around big boy?" she said now laughing like she'd just given the punch line to the best joke ever. "Don't worry, it's probably all shrunk back by now and maybe it's even a little tighter since it hasn't seen any action lately. So how about it? Do you want to fuck or not?"

I said something under my breath about drunks and stupid women.

"What's the matter, not man enough?" she said taunting me as I slipped on my shorts. 

"Why don't you go sober up, you're an ugly drunk," I told her walking past her.

"Well, David didn't think so," she shot back at me.

"Why don't you shut the fuck up?"

"What's the matter, still nursing your bruised ego little man?" she said leaning up against the wall. "You want all the gory details from that night? I don't remember much but I can probably guess what happened," she said downing the last of her drink. "Now let's see, where did I hear those exact words? Yeah, that right, the night you fucked Becky, remember? Oh, but that's right you don't remember either. To bad, we could have exchanged stories about what happened," she said throwing her glass against the wall shattering it. "But I guess you forgot about that weekend, well, I didn't." Vicki walked across the hall and shut the door to our spare bedroom and locked the door.

"Vicki, open the fucking door," I yelled but she never answered. I pounded on the door but she screamed through the door to stay the hell away from her. So I did what every other mature adult would do, I hung one on; well not really but I did have at least four beers.

I never saw Vicki before I went to work the next morning. The bedroom door was still locked and I figured she was sleeping it off from last night. In twenty plus years I'd never seen her that drunk but both of us had started drinking more and more over last couple of months. Nothing was getting resolved; hell we weren't even talking to each other or sleeping in the same room any more. Our kids noticed what was going on and more than once I heard her screaming on the phone at either Randi or John to stay out of her business.

"Steve, I thought you should know that Vicki got fired today at the gym. She came in drunk again and they let her go," Sue said when she called me at work. "It looks like Vicki's lost a lot of weight and she looked like hell this morning. Have you guys worked your problems out yet?"

"You can't work out problems if you don't talk and we haven't done much of that lately," I told her. "Every time we start, one of us gets angry and we end up in an argument; it's not looking good for us right now."

"I'd hate to see you two end up divorced over a stupid drunken mistake. If we can be of any help we're only a phone call away." I thanked her and hung up.

Like always, Vicki was three sheets to the wind when I got home tonight.

"I quit my job today," she said twirling her glass on the table not even bothering to look at me.

"You mean you got fired today for being drunk at the gym," was my reply.

"Quit, fired, it's all the same. Don't worry I'll find something else. I can always tend bar, I'm getting real good at that," she said laughing.

"Can't you stay sober for even one night anymore?"

"Why should I? It makes me feel good like I don't have a care in the world, what could be better?"

"How about a normal marriage? You still remember what that is or should I say was like don't you?"

"Yup, that's what we had between Becky and the black snake," she slurred and then put her head down on the table. After that she didn't move. I don't know if she was asleep or passed out. I finally picked her up and carried her upstairs and laid her on our bed. I then went downstairs and dumped out every bit of alcohol we had in the house.

"It all ends starting tonight," I said to myself. "We either patch it back up or we end it, I'm too old to take care of a baby anymore."

"***************************************

It was just after nine o'clock in the morning when I finally woke up still dressed in the same clothes I'd worn the day before I didn't even remember going to bed last night, especially my own bed. My head hurt and my stomach was knotted. Thankfully, since I hadn't eaten a thing yesterday so there was nothing to throw up. My shirt stunk of sweat and alcohol. Getting to my feet, I peeled off my clothes and stepped into the shower. It took more than a couple of minutes for the water to bring me back to life. Like every day at this time I said I wasn't going to drink any more and was going to get my life back on track one way or another. 

"I look like shit," I said to myself looking into the mirror. I thought about getting on the scale but decided I didn't really want to know how much weight I'd lost. My clothes were now hanging on me but that was the least of my problems. Like yesterday and the day before and the day before that I didn't have anything to do today. 

They'd finally fired me at the gym because I was either showing up drunk or not at all. I didn't blame them; I blamed myself. I had done one stupid thing after another and they were all blending one into the other. I did want to stop; I really did, but just didn't know how to even start. My marriage, what was left of it, was in serious trouble and my life basically sucked.

Coming came down the stairs and I found Steve at the kitchen table reading the newspaper. I didn't want to face him. I didn't have a clue what to say to him and being sober made the pain even worse.

'******************************************

"Coffee is done and there's pancakes in the oven. I've got it on low so they'll still be warm," I said sipping my second cup and glancing at the headlines. 

Vicki had lost at least ten pounds and her face had started to get that drawn look. She grabbed a plate and put three pancakes on it. I got up and got her the butter and syrup. She ate in silence only occasionally looking over at me.

When I got my third cup of coffee and put my paper down only then did she say something.

"How come you're not at work?"

"I took the week off to work on a personal problem. And if your wondering, I carried you upstairs when you passed out last night."

She continued to eat. I got up, poured her a hot cup of coffee and got her the milk and sugar. Vicki held her cup with both hands as she blew on it before drinking it all. One more cup and she'd joined the ranks of the living again.

"Just so you're aware, there isn't a drop of alcohol in this house. It's either down the drain or broken in the trash. If you're up to it, we need to go grocery shopping this morning because there's jack shit in this house to eat unless you like nothing but snacks and chips," I told her trying to get some feedback from her.

"Give me a few minutes and we can leave," she said looking, or more like pleading with me.

The store was almost empty which made it kind of nice. We picked up a lot of fresh fruits and vegetables. Most of the meat I picked out could be cooked on the grill, no use heating up the house. I hadn't spent three hundred dollars on food in a long time, but there hadn't been many meals cooked in our house over the last month. We ended up spending almost two hours in there. Diet soda and fruit juice were the strongest drinks in our carts.

After putting the groceries away I made us both a sandwich and got us each a soda. We ate out on the deck and I made it a point to really take a look at Vicki. She was thinner and was looking a little worse for the wear. I guess drinking has a way of catching up with you.

"Do you want to talk now or later?" I asked. "Because we're going to one way or another."

"Give me a minute to go to the bathroom and I'll be right back," she said moving towards the patio door.

"If you're looking for the bottle of vodka, it's long gone."

"Steve, I just need to pee and I'll be right back."

"Whatever," I replied. Five minutes later she was back, and still sober.

"Vic, what do want to do? We can try to work this out or go our separate ways; one of the two is going to happen this week."

"Steve, do you still want me back, after every thing that's happened?"

"Won't know until we see what's left."

"In that case, I want to try and save our marriage no matter how tough it's going to be."

"Vic, my only request is that there is no more lying. I know some of what happened, but not all. The only thing I do know, I don't want to hear any of the details. Our marriage wouldn't stand a chance in hell if I did; I'm not so sure if it's going to survive anyway," I said as Vicki started tearing up. "Now start from the beginning, Friday night, and if I have any questions I'll stop you."

She started and went slow enough that if I had any questions she could stop. I kind of lost it when she started to describe David and needed a break when she started talking about her and Sue's bet.

"It sounded like two idiot teenage girls playing truth or dare with each other, the only difference is that you're middle aged women and should have known better."

Vicki went on and said how she'd finally gotten David excited and that he had to go to the bathroom to calm down.

"In other words, you acted like a fucking slut, got him all hard and left him high and dry. Is that about it?"

"Steve, it was an innocent prank, that's all."

"But at least you got a feel of what he had didn't you?" She nodded yes. "Just had to push it didn't you. Jesus Christ, how often was this happening? Every time you and Sue went out together?"

"Steve, this was the first time we did anything like this."

"Well it looks like David wasn't the only one to get all hot and bothered."

Steve was right and I told him so but all that did was make him angrier.

"Don't I satisfy you any more? Am I that bad in bed, or have you just grown bored with me? I guess after twenty-seven years you were looking to spice up your marriage, too bad it wasn't with me."

"Steve, I love you and you still do it for me in bed. I'd be lying if I told you I wasn't curious about David, but no way did I plan or even consider it." That didn't appease me; I don't know what would have at this point.

When Vicky started telling me about Saturday and got to the part where Sue left, I said I needed a break. I was doing a lot better than I thought I would be at this point. Vicky didn't know how much I wanted to know, so I figured she'd brush over as many details as she could. Vicky knew that I would soon figure out that she wasn't as drunk as she'd first told me. She probably thought about lying but figured if I caught her this time we'd be history.

Vicky told me about ordering another bottle of wine and dessert. She kept the details about the dancing and caressing one another to a minimum. However when she said they ended up in his room I stopped her.

"What do you mean you ended up in his damn room? Did you walk? Did he carry you? Was his room just next to yours and you went in there by mistake?"

"Steve, he led and I followed. I was pretty wasted and I didn't realized it was his room until we got there."

"So in other words, he didn't force you in any way; you went willingly."

"I guess if put that way, I did."

"How else can I put it? You didn't go kicking and screaming, you walked into his room, he shut the door and you willing gave yourself to him; am I right?"

"Steve, I was drunk and not thinking straight," she tried to explain to me.

"Did he take your clothes off or did you?"

"I don't remember. I just remember being on the bed naked with him," she said stating to cry.

"Well, I guess you got your wish. You got to find out what it was like to fuck a guy with what? A ten-inch cock? I'm happy for you; at least you don't have to wonder what it's like anymore. But there's still something I don't understand. When exactly did you get it through your fucking skull that this was something you shouldn't be doing? I mean, by at least midnight you had to be sober enough that you knew what you were doing? Sue said you didn't get back to the room until after eight-thirty; how many more times did you try him out?" Vicki started to openly bawl. "I just got my answer," I said walking away.




Using A Twenty-Seven Year Old Free Card



I think she was trying to say she was sorry but all I heard was sniffling and crying coming out of her mouth. I only wished I hadn't dumped out everything, I could have used a stiff drink about now.

I avoided her for the next three hours. I put two bake potatoes in the oven, threw together a salad and picked out two steaks to put on the grill. She must have been up in her new room, because I had to call upstairs to tell her every thing was on the table.

We ate in silence like every night for the last few weeks but at least she was sober for a change. I thought about dessert but had no interest at this point.

"Did you enjoy it?" I said out of the blue. 

When she didn't look up or say anything I had my answer. I was about to give her another shot when she spoke up for the first time.

"Was Becky better than me? She had to be a lot more experienced than me, because I was a virgin on our wedding night."

"Vicki, I don't remember, it was so long ago."

"Bullshit Steve, every guy remembers every girl he bedded. I've heard that phrase so many times before I know it by heart. And I know Becky wasn't your first either. How many were there, five, six, more?" she asked not backing off.

"She was my fourth if you must know. But they were all before we got together."

"Not all, but I guess Becky was a revenge fuck for what I did that night right? You can say it was my fault you cheated on me," Vicki said now angry herself. "Do you want to know how many nights I thought about that night? When we saw Becky on the street or in the mall and our eyes met I felt like she was taunting me. Yeah, I had your man before you did, and it was wonderful," she shouted at me. "But, I guess you were drunk also. Just when did you realize it was her you were fucking instead of me?"

"Vicki, we weren't married at the time."

"And that made it all right? It was ok to cheat on me just because we hadn't said our "I Do's" yet? And I guess after what? Three months I forgave you, took you back and everything was hunky dory? I did forgive your stupid mistake but I never forgot. So now the question of the hour, how many more months are you going to make me pay? One, two, never? That's what we're taking about now aren't we."

She was right. Even though I didn't agree with her reasoning, it all came down to what we were going to do going foreword.

"I'm too tired to think or talk any more," Vicki said standing up walking towards the stairs. "I won't ask to share your bed tonight because frankly I don't even want to. We can talk tomorrow or not, but like you, I can't go on much longer like this."

There was no I love you, or any other hint of emotion in her voice, only that of a tired and frustrated person. I watch her climb the stairs and disappear down the hall. I sat in that chair for the next two hours thinking about my options. I came up with four, threw out three and thought of two more. A revenge fuck was not an option and all a trial separation would do would be to prolong the inevitable. I went to bed with my own head spinning.

Vicki wasn't in the house when I got up. Her car was gone and there was no note. She got back shortly before nine and when she walked through the door I immediately knew where she was. The leotards were a dead give away.

"I did Sue's aerobic class this morning. It gave me a chance to clear my head and focus on something other than our problems. She said to say hi."

She was walking towards the stairs when I asked if she wanted breakfast.

"I'm not hungry but coffee would be nice."

I made coffee and got out two bagels, she could stand to put back on a few extra pounds. It was about forty-five minutes later that she finally made it back down. I'd already had one cup of coffee but was waiting for her before I went any further.

"You could have eaten without me."

"I wasn't that hungry so I decided to wait for you."

"Well, you want any more gory details this morning? Do you want to know how many times we did it or what it felt like? How about the big one, was he better than you? Whatever you want to know I'll tell you, all you have to do is ask," she said putting her bagel in the toaster. "Because this is your last chance. After this morning I'm not answering another question about that weekend, none, zilch. So Steve, ask away," she said with her arms crossed almost taunting me.

"You all ready told me he was bigger and better and that he fulfilled all your fucking fantasies," I said replying back to her in the same tone of voice.

"Steve, we fucked. He screwed me with that huge monster of his and we fucked Saturday night and Sunday morning. He made a poor attempt at giving me oral sex Sunday morning and he fucked me until I could hardly walk," is that what you wanted to hear? We didn't make love, he used me and I left, end of story. Did I enjoy it? Yes. Did I climax? Hell yes. Was he better than you? Not really only different. Lastly, would I do it again? Not in this life time," she said starring right into me.

It was quiet in the kitchen after that. We both ate in silence and after that just looked at one another. I couldn't get that damn imagine of Vicki on the bed with David out of my mind no matter how I tried and I guess she could see that in my eyes.

"I'll find a place and be out as soon as I can," she said breaking our silence. "I don't want the house, it's too big and all I need is a one bedroom apartment anyway."

"Aren't you moving a little fast," I said trying to diffuse what was happening.

"Steve, you're never going to let me forget that I cheated on you and I'm tired of saying I'm sorry. I've begged and pleaded for your forgiveness but I'm all teared out and tired out," she said getting up and walking to the stairs. She never said another word and I didn't call out to stop her.

Her door was locked when I tried it later that night. I put my ear up to it but didn't hear a sound. 

Again she was gone when I finally got out of bed. I hadn't slept well last night and things were getting even more out of hand. I had to try and turn them around.

About two-fifteen in the afternoon Vicki finally came back home.

"Where have you been all day?"

"Apartment hunting and I think I found one," she said looking at me waiting for my reaction.

"I don't want you to leave, I still love you."

"I'm not doing this for you anymore, I'm doing it for me. I need my life back and I can't do it here any longer."

"So, you're just going to fucking move out and that's it? Throw away twenty-seven years?"

"You threw it away not me."

"And you had nothing to do with it?"

She didn't say a word, just kind of gave me an angry stare.

"Why don't you call your buddy David, he could probably fit another white woman in; especially one he's all ready broken in." I was the one to turn away this time. I was half way up the stair when I turned around. "You leave we're done; there's no going back."

When she told me to fuck myself I knew it was over.

Vicki moved out over the next three days. I don't know or cared who helped her only that it was finally over. If she wants to be single that bad I'll help her.

It only took four hours to close every credit card that had my name on it; I left hers open. At my business I took off her name on all the accounts and put my two kids as second and third persons on the accounts and only in case I was incapacitated. Three, two, one, my cell phone rang. I guess it wasn't quite that fast but it seemed to be that fast anyway.

"My credit cards don't work, and I can't get into our bank accounts," she yelled through the phone. 

"I told you if you left it was over; I guess you thought I was kidding."

"Half that money is mine."

"When's the last time you contributed to anything around here but bills. For the last three months I've lived with a damn drunk who's only purpose in life was to get stinking drunk everyday all day. It's time you figure it out for yourself for a change." I hung up.

I called my attorney and told him that Vicki and I were getting a divorce and to hide whatever he could; legally or not I didn't care at this point anymore.

Four days later an attorney called my office. He threatened and demanded spousal support for Vicki.

"Look shit head, I'm not giving that whore anything, do you understand that; nothing. She cheated on me and I can prove it." I told him who was representing me and that he would need to call my attorney from now on. "Tell my wife, I'll burn all the money in the fireplace before I give her a fucking dime." So the fighting began.

My kids tried to intercede but both of us were going for each other's jugular and weren't listening to anyone. Finally they told us both, when we were done, to call them, not before. They were finished with us, at least for now.

What Vicki was living on I hadn't a clue. She'd probably maxed out her credit card and maybe had gotten some money from her parents. When her dad stopped by my work and ripped me a big one, I told him a little story. By the time he left, I was still an asshole but at least he understood why.

Both Tim and Sue tried to talk to us but I felt that if Sue had been watching Vicki a little closer, maybe we wouldn't be going through this shit. I felt sorry for Tim, he was put smack dab in the middle. We had drinks now and then and I tried to pump him on how Vicki was doing but he said that he hadn't seen her though Sue was going over to check on her every couple of days.

"When's the last time you actually talked to Vicki," he asked one night as we were tipping a few. 

"The day before she moved out. I was ready to try again but when she said she was leaving all bets were off. Tim, I told her if she left we were done, she told me to fuck off and that ended it."

"I know she still loves you, but the two of you are making the gap so wide you may not be able to bridge it soon."

"Tim, it's already too wide. You know the kicker; she blames me for our breakup. She said she did it because I cheated on her two years before we got married. Can you believe it? We weren't even married and I haven't so much as looked at another girl since then. But I guess she can't say the same."

"Steve, she was drunk Sue keeps telling me."

"Tim, she wasn't that drunk."

I got a count injunction for me to declare where I'd hidden the funds from our savings and checking, I ignored it. I did burn five one hundred dollar bills and FedEx them to her new place with a note saying that she'd get a similar package every day from now on. I guess she thought I was serious and was planning on burning everything so she set up a meeting between the two attorneys. I gave her forty percent of what we had in our savings less court costs. It was a couple of thousand dollars and would hold her for a little while anyway.

I started drinking too much again and started taking cabs instead of driving on my nights out. Chuck, my office manager, was getting concerned with my lack of time in the office. I gave him my power of attorney so he could pay the bills and sign paychecks.

"Steve, there are accounts that you've been managing for years that are starting to get concerned. If you don't snap out of it, we'll lose them," he told me.

I wasn't going to let my divorce kill what I'd spent my life building. I went back to work with a vengeance. I ignored any and all requests from Vicki and my lawyer's bills started to soar. When I told him to stop all proceedings and not to answer anymore of her attorney's calls they started calling me again, but my secretary blocked all their calls and when they tried to come to my office, I was always out to lunch. When they finally camped out at my car I had Chuck take me to some motel. It was working but for how long.

Chuck and I were having drinks at Tony's when I saw Vicki walk in with a group of about eight people. I saw Sue with her so I assumed they were all friends from the gym. My eyes were glued to her as I watched her every move. It didn't take her more than an hour to put down four or five glasses of wine. If she wasn't drunk she was well on her way. When she started dancing with all the guys I guess I became jealous, why I don't know. Hell, I knew, I was still in love with the bitch but it looked like she'd moved on.

He was tall and black as the ace of spades. I wasn't drunk but wasn't sober either. I did something so stupid that even as Chuck tried to stop me.

"Evening Sue," I said walking up to their table. "Looks like you're still doing a bang up job of looking out for Vicki, just like in Tampa," I said as my wife started staggering back to the table. 

"Steve, why don't you leave, you're drunk," she told me just as Vicki came back.

"Well it looks like the old saying is true, once you go black you never go back," I said to Vicki. "You must be her pimp or whatever. Don't worry though, she can handle anything you or your other brothers can dish out; she's got experience. Tell them Vicki what a black cock whore you really are."

Sue stood up and told me to shut the fuck up.

"Does Tim know Vicki's probably turned you into a black slut just like her?"

She slapped me across the face and the tall black guy with Vicki grabbed me. I stopped on his foot and he I guess cold cocked me, twice I heard.

All right, he cleaned my clock big time. I never even had a chance to raise up my fists before everything went black.

I woke up once but couldn't see a thing before going back to la la land. The next time I was awake for almost a whole forty-five seconds before everything faded to black. I did remember seeing Sue and a few other people but couldn't remember who they were.

My eyes were burning, my head was throbbing and I wasn't sure where I was or what exactly was going on. 

When I finally awoke my throat was dry and I could only see out of my left eye and that was blurry. Looking at a window I could see it was light outside even with the blinds drawn.

I couldn't move which scared the shit out of me until I realized that my arms and legs were bound to the bed along with my head. I saw who I thought was my daughter Randi by the window, but I couldn't move my head to be sure. What the hell was going on?

I think Sue was the first one to notice I had my eyes open.

"He's awake. Get the damn nurse, he's awake," I heard her yell. 

"Who's awake? I remember asking in a voice just above a whisper. 

"You had us worried for a few days but I guess you're too stubborn to die," Sue said smiling.

Back to the land of the dark sleep I went. I'd wanted answers but my brain still wasn't working the way it should. I could see and recognize people but my brain wasn't helping me out much, and what happened to my right eye.

The next time I awoke, I was told that they were keeping me drugged and secured so I wouldn't move my head. A guy in a white coat told me I'd sustained a head injury and that I would feel better and more like myself in a few days. Great, I would feel better now if I could remember something that would be a big help. I recognized Randi and Sue, but didn't have a clue who the others were. Well, I guess it didn't matter right now; it looked like I wasn't going anywhere.

How long I slept is anyone's guess. Randi and Sue were gone but there were still two people in my room. I'd seen them before but didn't have a clue who they were.

"Hon, how are you feeling a good looking woman asked. I just stared at her as she held my hand.

"Dad, it's me John," the other person said coming close to my bed.

I just starred at the two of them. My brain still wasn't processing but they did look familiar.

"Where's Randi and Sue?' I whispered. 

"Randi will be back soon, she's getting something to eat," the woman said.

I knew her I think, but the boy didn't look at all familiar.

"Dad I'm back," Randi said holding my hand kissing it. I guess I smiled because she smiled back at me. "Dad, do you know who these other two people are?"

"One says his name is John but I'm not sure who the woman is," I said speaking in her ear. 

"That's ok, it'll all come back to you soon," she said with a tear in her eye. "You just have to get better, you hear me?"

I smiled at her and kissed her cheek. She grabbed the other two and left the room. They all came back and looked like they'd been crying. Maybe they're not telling me something; I got scared and asked for my doctor. 

He finally showed up about an hour later.

"Doc, what's wrong, I'm not dying am I?"

"Not unless I botched your operation and I never do that," he said with a snicker. "You hit your head and we had to repair the damage. You're going to have problems going through the airport screening machines now because you have a small metal plate in your head. You won't even be able to tell any difference after the incisions heal," he said undoing my restraints. "You won't need these anymore. There is still some swelling and you're going to feel a little stupid for a couple more days but then after that you should start to feel like your old self."

"And how was that?" I asked.

"I guess you're going to have to ask your family that question."

Randi and the two others never left my side. They were there when I fell asleep and where always there when I woke up. John said he was my son but I still didn't have a clue who the sad woman was.

Sue came back that night with some guy I'd never seen before. I motioned her over to the bed and whispered into her ear.

"Are we married?"

She smiled and told me no. She grabbed the sad woman from the side of the bed.

"This is your wife Vicki. You've been married for twenty-seven years and this is your son John; I guess you already know Randi for some reason.

"Honey, how are you feeling?" 

"Much better, I just wish I could remember, anything would be nice."

"Don't worry, the doctor say you should start to remember everything in another couple of days," that's when she started to cry again.

I grabbed her hand, kissed it and told her to sit next to me.

"We've got some catching up to do," I said looking at Sue and John.

Randi wasn't quite as nice. She told me I'd been a real a hole before the accident. 

"Dad, John and I weren't even talking to you for the last couple of months. You were acting like an arrogant bastard and we were mad at you and mom."

"What did we do?"

She looked at John, then Vicki and then back at me. 

"Mom, can tell you later. Right now I just need you to rest and get well.

Little by little it all started coming back, at least who everyone was. I vaguely remembered Vicki and felt like I loved her. John was easy especially after we talked and I started remembering the things we'd done in the past.

When I kissed Vicki the first time she kind of pulled back. 

"Don't worry hon, I won't break," I told her kissing her again and even giving her a little tongue. She smiled and I was starting to feel better, much better. 

When everyone started to leave at about nine o'clock I asked Vicki to stay. She sat on a chair next to my bed and waited for everyone to leave.

"I heard I've been an asshole to you these past months, and if I have, I'm sorry," I said kissing her as she kissed me back. "How could anyone be angry at such a good looking woman who hasn't left my side. Twenty-seven years?" She nodded yes. "Wow, did we get married at twelve? You are one hot momma," I said pulling her on the bed with me.

"Steve, you're going to hurt yourself," she said trying to get away.

"I want my wife with me, in this bed where she belongs. I don't care if it's a hospital bed, wherever I am you need to be." Why she started crying again I haven't a clue as we kissed and cuddled with one another. I think I started to get a woodie but was still too weak to do anything with it. "Maybe in a couple of days," I thought to myself.

I was right, three days later after the nurse's last rounds I pulled her into bed with me. She fought me for a couple of minutes but I wasn't going to be denied. Damn she was hot. I only wish I could remember our last session; it would have given me something to shoot for. I got off and by the sounds Vicki was making I must have pushed all the right buttons.




Using A Twenty-Seven Year Old Free Card



"I love you Steve, you have to believe that," is all she kept saying.

A week later I was discharged and we headed for our home. I was excited as a kid with a new bike as every thing was new and exciting. Real food tasted great and my parents came everyday to visit. I immediately recognized my dad but it was another week before I remembered my mom.

We had sex most nights but it all but kicked my ass, guess I wasn't totally healed yet. Vicki told me I needed to go easy but when I asked her if I ever did, she just said no and smiled. 

Sue came over about every other night to check on me and get with Vicki. I finally figured out that she was Vicki's best friend and her husband Tim was mine. My office manager told all my clients about my accident and that I would probably be back at work in about three week on a part time basis.

Things were going great when I started remembering items that disturbed me. One night after a great session, well it was for me anyway, I asked Vicki about it.

"Steve we were having some issues before your accident and were trying to work them out.'

"Is that why Randi said I was being a jerk?"

"We both were," she replied.

"Well, it couldn't have been that big of an issue, we're still together."

"We are, aren't we," Vicki said kissing me again. "You ready for round two big boy?" she asked smiling.

Like always we had a great love making session. We were getting more adventurous and I was pushing the envelope for more and more. However, the phrase 'big boy' brought back angry thoughts I couldn't place. Maybe I'll remember later.

I was having coffee in the kitchen when the phrase 'big boy' popped back into my head. It was like rewinding a CD as things started popping back into my head. Bits and pieces, hundreds of bits and pieces were filling my brain. I guess I was staring out into space when Vicki came into the room.

"Steve, you all right?"

"Yes, I'm just thinking about what to do with myself today."

"Well, Sue and I are going shopping and you're welcome to come if you want to?"

"Let's see, going dress shopping with two women or calling up Tim and going out with him."

Vicki looked at me and said she would have Tim stop over.

I'd put together a lot by the time Tim arrived.

"I'll be ready in a minute," I said grabbing a baseball cap and my wallet.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"We, my friend, are going out for my first drink and a nice long talk."

The beer was cold and the first one went down real fast.

"I missed that," I told Tim turning my chair to face him.

"Time for you to fill in the gaps. Most of it cane back the last two days but there are still a few gaps," I told him as he became uneasy.

"You sure you want to do this?"

"Don't have a choice, I need my old life back."

I told him what I'd figured out and he filled in the blanks.

"You called Sue a black cock whore and picked a fight with the biggest and toughest instructor at the gym. Sue slapped you, the instructor got in one shot before you fell backwards onto a marble table and cracked you head open. There was blood everywhere. Vicky started screaming, Sue called 911 and someone put a towel under your head. Vicky was screaming that she killed you and when the paramedics came she was covered in blood. She told them that she was your wife so they took her in the ambulance with you. They ended up giving her a shot of something because she refused to let you go and went kind of nuts. You scared the shit out of us; we thought you were going to die. Since Vicky was a basket case Sue saw to it your kids were notified and Chuck was kept up to date. Matt, from the gym, still thinks you're going to sue him."

"You remember about Vicky?" Tim asked hesitantly.

"That she cheated that weekend and moved out of the house? Yeah, I remember all of that. Lately she's been more of a wife to me than she has in the last five years of our marriage."

"What are you going to do now?"

"Nothing."

"What do you mean nothing? Won't Vicky suspect that you got your memory back?"

"Not if I play dumb. I figure I want to see how it washes out between the two of us. I'll drop a few bombs now and then to keep her on her toes and eventually I'll tell her."

"So you're not going to divorce her?"

"Are you nuts, I love the woman. I have a major problem with what she did, and we still have to work that out, but I'm not going to cut her loose unless my plan doesn't work out."

"Steve, you're still are an asshole."

"I know, but I'm going to get the best sex of my marriage in the next couple of months," I said finishing up my second and asking for number three.

I was waiting for Vicky when she came back from shopping. I had steaks on the grill and was working on a salad when she walked through the door.

"Steve, I could have done that, I don't want you overexerting yourself," she said dropping her packages.

"Do I see a Victoria's Secret bag mixed in with the others?"

"Maybe, maybe not, it depends on how you feel later."

Dinner was great and Randi and John stopped over to see how I was doing. I told them that their old man was going to live and that school was something they should be worrying about not me. Besides, I told them it was date night and that they had to leave.


"Dad this is way more information than I need to know," Randi said winking at her mom before leaving.

I was in bed waiting for her when she came out of the bathroom in the hottest outfit I'd ever seen on her. I don't know what she paid for it, but it was well worth every dime even though it didn't stay on for more than a few minutes.

"Babes, can we do anal tonight? It's been a while and I think I'd like to try it again." All right we'd never done anal in the twenty-seven years of our marriage. I'd tried a couple of times but was told no way no how, end of discussion.

"Do you remember us doing it, before the accident?"

"Yeah, I know we did it once in a while and I'm so hot for you tonight, I'd like to try it tonight." We did it with a lot of foreplay and a lot of lubrication. So it went for the next month.

I would drop a hint every once in a while and was now back at work full time. When I brought home a couple of daring and sexy outfits she just stared at me. She wore the most risqué of them when we went out with Sue and Tim. I thought she'd climb under the table especially after dancing a slow song and lifting up the hem even more.

"I don't know what's gotten into him these last two months. He wants to do it every night and says he remembers us doing sexual things that there's no way we've ever done," she said blushing.

"Vicky, bottom line, are you happy?"

"Beyond all belief but what happens when he remembers everything? I can't lose him again."

"Let's not worry about that until it happens; all right?"

At eleven o'clock I announced that it was time for Vicky and I to go home.

"She's become such an animal, I sometimes don't think I can keep up with her. Maybe I should get her a lover to help me out," I said laughing. No one else did. "What? It was a joke, I'd never share my Vicky." On that note we left.

We had the best session since I got out of the hospital. She rang my chimes three times before I had to cry uncle and go to sleep with her in my arms. She awoke with my head between her legs as we did it once more before falling back to sleep again.

"When did you get the rest of your memory back?" she asked when we woke up.

"A couple of months ago," I replied.

"Who else knows?"

"Just Chuck and Tim."

"Can I ask why you didn't let me in on it?"

"I figure you'd catch on when I started dropping a hint or two, but you didn't say a thing. You should have seen the look on your face when I said anal was part of our normal lovemaking; it was priceless. And the outfits I started buying for you, I thought you'd refuse to wear the black one you wore last night, if not I had one more that I knew you'd never wear."

"Well now the ten thousand dollar question, where do we stand?"

"I'm still here aren't I? I'm not happy with what happened in Tampa but it's not a deal breaker for me anyway; and I never want to hear the words 'free pass' ever again." We kissed before heading for the shower.

The sex is still out of sight and two weeks later Vicky did wear that last outfit. I had to beat the men off with a stick, and Tim wanted to know why Sue wouldn't wear outfits like that for him, he winked at me. She did three weeks later and she did look hot.

We are still working on trust issues but making progress since we're both working on them now, not like before.