She stopped at that point and stared into my eyes for a moment. Then she went on.

"But the real question is, do you still love me?"

I sighed. "Yes, Nancy, I do still love you. In my mind I know that, but my heart is sort of having a problem right now. I'm having some feelings that I'm going to have to get past."

She nodded. "I know. I'll gladly give you all the time you need for that. I'll do anything you ask. If you need some time alone; if you need to spy on me; if you need to lock me in the house alone; anything!"

I shook my head. "No, Nancy, of course I'm not going to lock you up or spy on you. But you may have to be patient with me for a while."

"Oh, I will. You may need to yell at me some time, and call me names. That's OK. If you push me away sometimes, I'll understand. I'll just hang on to the hope that eventually we can be back together."

"Look, Nancy," I blurted out, "on the way home tonight I was fantasizing about spending another hot night with you tonight. Now I, well, I don't think I could do it. I mean, not tonight. But don't lose hope, because I don't think it will be many nights before I want you again."

"You'd have to be something of a pervert to want me tonight," she said with a forced smile.

"Yeah, well, I guess I'm not. But I am having another sort of perverted thought. What if I went out and fucked somebody else to get even?"

"I thought of that," she nodded, "and I wouldn't blame you."

I stared at her for a while, and she stared back without flinching.

"OK," I finally said, "here's what's going to happen tonight. We're going to eat dinner together, and then I'm going to go out for a while. When I get home I expect to have a bed made up for me in the guest room. Can you live with that?"

She blanched a bit, but nodded, then admitted she hadn't even thought about dinner. We finally ordered Chinese, and I went and picked it up.

After dinner I did go out, as promised, but with no destination in mind. I wanted her to think I might be getting some sex, but it wasn't like I had a string of bimbos just waiting for my call. And I wasn't about to try to pick up a prostitute. Besides, she didn't know it, but we already were closer to even than she thought on the sex score.

I ended up bowling until they closed the lanes, and then got a couple of drinks. When I got home around 11:00 the house was dark. The master bedroom is at the end of the hall, so I'm pretty sure I managed to sneak into the guest room without Nancy hearing me.

In the morning I waited until I heard her walk down the hall to the kitchen, then I slipped into our bedroom for a shower, shave, and clean clothes. When I came out for breakfast she tried to pretend that everything was normal, but I could tell she wanted to know what had happened.

I waited until I was heading out the door for work. We would normally kiss good-bye, and she was standing there waiting for me to make the first move.

I didn't kiss her, but I did say, "I didn't have sex with anyone last night."

I couldn't tell whether that was what she wanted to hear or not.

When I got home that night she did have dinner ready, and we ate, mostly in silence.

At one point she asked, without looking at me, "Are you going out again tonight?"

"No, I thought I would just watch some TV."

"Do you want me to watch with you?"

"No, not this time."

"OK."

After dinner she took care of the dishes and puttered around in the kitchen for a while. Then she came out to the living room and paused by my easy chair.

"I'll think I go read in bed."

"OK," I said noncommittally.

"Will you be sleeping in the guest room again."

I looked up. "No, I thought I'd like to sleep in our room tonight. Would that be all right?"

You should have seen her face light up. "Oh, yes! I'd like that very much!"

Then her face fell suddenly. "Oh! Or did you mean you wanted me to sleep in the guest room?"

"No, Nancy, I'll join you a little later in our bed. But I don't want you to get your hopes up. I doubt if much will happen."

"Yes, Dick. I'll be patient."

She was still reading when I came to bed. I crawled in, and she laid her book on the night stand and turned out the light there.

"Can I ask you a personal question," I ventured.

"Yes, Dick, anything."

"When you were with that guy yesterday, did you suck his penis?"

"No, Dick, I didn't. You know I don't like that much."

"Would you be willing to suck mine tonight?"

"Yes, I would. I told you I'd do anything you want."

"Would you let me come in your mouth?"

She gasped a bit. That was something she had never been willing to do.

"Yes, Dick, if that's what you want."

"It's what I want tonight."

She wasn't terribly good at it, but she managed to get me hard fairly quickly, then I just lay there with my eyes closed and tried to enjoy the experience. It was feeling nice, but I didn't seem to be getting close to coming, so I decided to fantasize a bit. I started replaying what she had told me last night, but that wasn't helping, so I went back to what I had seen the night before. Still no luck, so I reached back a week earlier to my time with Cindy. I imagined her lying there naked and spread out on the bed as I entered her bedroom.
Oh, fuck, that was hot.
I grabbed Nancy's head and started pumping up into her. Still fantasizing, I thought about climbing on top of Cindy, and the way she said "Shove!" when my cock touched her pussy.
Oh, yeah, I think it's coming.
Then I remembered what she said a bit later: "Fuck me, fuck me, as hard as you can."

Oh shit! Oh yes! Take that! And that! And that!

Then I heard Nancy choking. I don't know whether it was because I rammed my cock down her throat, or because she couldn't handle all the cum I was blasting into her mouth, but I instantly felt guilty. I pushed her head away and then released it.

"Oh, Nancy, I'm sorry!"

She made a sort of distressed "Mmmmf" sound and dashed for the bathroom.

"That was really terrible of me," I said when she came back a few minutes later.

"No, it's OK, really. I just wasn't expecting so much, or so fast. I told you I'd do anything, and I really meant it."

"Thanks, Nancy. You did a great job."

"Any time," she murmured.

I actually thought she meant it.

When I crawled under the covers the next night, she asked, "Would you like me to suck you, the way I did yesterday?"

"No, I can't ask you to do that again, not after what happened last night."

"So do you want to put it in my pussy?"

I shuddered. "Sorry, I'm still thinking about what was there Wednesday afternoon."

"Oh, right."

I thought maybe that was the end of it, but only moments later she scooted down under the covers and I heard her muffled voice.

"I am going to suck you off again, so there."

I decided to fantasize about Cindy again, but this time think about what she must have done with Tom and Pete. That should slow me down a bit, and I'd try to give Nancy some warning when I was about to erupt.

She went with Tom, first, and he was supposed to get only five minutes, but he actually got more. They were both horny as hell when they disappeared through the bedroom door, but they were also both dressed, and she might have been a bit hesitant at first. Or maybe not. I remembered the "interest payment" she had given Tom a bit earlier, when she was straddling him and humping her pussy against his cock while they kissed. He had his hands inside her blouse, and Pete and I finally had to separate them physically. Hesitant? I think not. She was probably tearing her pants off while he locked the door. By the time he turned around she would have been spread on the bed, displaying panties that were sopping wet at the crotch.
Oh, fuck, she's so hot!
As he dashed over to join her he would have been tearing his own pants off, and when he got close he would have smelled her juices. It would have driven him wild.
Oh, that smell! It's too much! I'm going to come!
In my fantasy Tom tore Cindy's panties off, and landed on her with a roar. His cock would have been a jack hammer in her cunt, so fast his ass was just a blur. Then they would both scream!

YES! ... YES! ... YES! ... YES! ... YES! ... YES!

Shit! I did it again!

I listened for the choking noises, but I didn't hear any. Nancy still had my cock in her mouth, and I could feel her sucking and swallowing. A bit later I felt her mouth pull away, and she squirmed her body back up in the bed.

When her head reached the pillow she giggled, and said, "I knew I could do that. I just needed a little practice."

"Damn, that was hot," I responded.

"Any time you want it, just ask, and I'll be there," she assured me.

Well, shit, I'm only a man. Who could resist an invitation like that. Meaning I got three more blow jobs, Saturday night, Sunday night, and Monday night. Saturday I fantasized about what Cindy and Pete did after he took over from me, and I'm pretty sure I came even faster than Friday night when I imagined her with Tom. Sunday was something altogether different.

You see, I had a plan. Poker night was coming up on Tuesday, and this was the week we were going to be at Pete's house, and he was going to have an emergency at work. After thinking about Cindy and Pete on Saturday night I was ready to think about Pete's wife Terry, and what I might be doing with her this coming Tuesday.

So Sunday I started imagining that, after every hand we played, Terry would go sit on the winner's lap, and give him a kiss. I was obviously transferring what my Nancy did, and having Terry do it instead, but I didn't realize that until later. Every kiss got hotter and hotter, and soon she was straddling us.
Oh, Terry, I gotta feel your tits!
I watched in my imagination as Bob whispered in her ear when it was his turn, and she grinned and took off her blouse before sitting on his lap. Then I won, and I told her to take off her bra. She said that was too naughty, and she wouldn't do it, so I told her to take of her pants, and she did!
Oh, GOD, Terry, I need your pussy so bad!
I imagined that Tom won the next game, and he whispered something. She shook her head, but suggested that she could take off his pants. They both nearly came as she rubbed her panties against his hard-on. I got the next treat, and she whispered in my ear that maybe she should take my pants off. I moaned, "YES!" and she took them and my under shorts off together. Then she knelt between my legs and started sucking.

OHH! ... OHH! ... OHH! ... OHH! ... OHH!

Monday I came close to asking Nancy to fuck, but I managed to stick to my plan. Fuck Terry first, then see if I could patch things up with Nancy. So Monday night I fantasized about Terry again, only this time I had my cock in her cunt and was fucking her in my imagination when, in reality, I came in Nancy's mouth.

Finally, it was Tuesday night. Imagination, meet reality. Well, it didn't go exactly as I had fantasized, but it was plenty hot! Terry told us she wanted to play poker with us, only she wanted to play strip poker! It didn't take much more than half a dozen hands before she was naked, and she asked if she could keep playing if she gave us each a treat every time she lost.

Oh, yeah! Her idea of a treat was exactly what we hoped it might be. We played a hand of poker, then all three of us fucked her right there on the living room floor. We took turns, high hand first, and low hand last. After that we went back for another hand of poker, then we all fucked her again. I lasted three rounds. Maybe I should have taken a bye Monday on the blow job, because Bob and Tom were both good for four rounds.

Nancy was asleep when I got home that night, so it wasn't until the next night that I hit her with the fait accompli. I was bursting to let the cat out of the bag, so sat her down in the living room the minute I got home. It was the first time we had sat of the sofa together since our earth-shattering talk exactly one week earlier. I planned to shock her as much as she had shocked me.

I stared directly into her eyes as I said, "I fucked somebody last night."

She flinched, then nodded.

"I came three times in her cunt. And it wasn't just anybody."

I leaned closer. "Last night I fucked Pete's wife, just like you fucked Pete a week ago."

Her eyes went round, and her jaw dropped.

"How ... how did you find out?"

"You told me."

"No way! I was very careful about that. I was afraid you'd try to kill him."

"Ah, but you told me about the long, long, snake. I happen to know that Pete has the longest cock I've ever heard of."

"Oh. Well, it sounds like you got even."

"Yeah, but we might still have a problem."

"I know," she nodded. "We still have to put our marriage back together."

"No, I mean another problem. Fucking Terry last night was so hot that I really want to do it again."

"Oh, no you don't. Not if you want to stay married to me."

"But I got the impression you would love to fuck Pete again. I thought maybe ..."

"You thought wrong," she interrupted me. "You were about to suggest swapping with them, weren't you?"

"Yeah," I mumbled, "I guess I was."

"Well, let me ask you something, Mr. hot-to-fuck. Where did you and Pete's wife go last night for your hot fuck session?"

I figured a lie wouldn't help me, so I went for the truth, hoping I could get away without the whole truth.

"Uh, we were at her house."

"I see; and where was Pete while this was going on?"

"I don't know. He wasn't home, that's for sure."

"You're right, he wasn't. I know, because he came here."

My jaw dropped. "You and Pete were fucking again last night?"

"No, we weren't. He came and rang the door bell. When I answered, he asked to come in, but I said no. He begged me, he kept reminding me how hot our time was together last week, he promised to make it even better this time, but I kept saying no."

"So you mean you didn't let him in at all?"

"That's right, I didn't. Finally he got mad, and told me I was a fool, and that he had fucked lots of other women, and that any one of them would love to have him come see her. Just before he turned to stomp off he added that he was going to get plenty of fucking before the night was over while I would just have to stew in my cunt juices with nothing."

She paused, then grinned at me. "Well, at least that's a translation of what he said. I'm sure you realize that there were a lot more swear words in the way he really said it."

I chuckled. "Knowing Pete, I'm sure there were."

Her grin disappeared, and her eyes were penetrating as she said, "But, seriously, Richard, I'm doing everything possible to save this marriage. Now you have to do your part."

I stared at her for a long time, thinking. I remembered how hot she got on the poker night when the guys were here. I remembered what she had told me right here on this sofa, exactly a week ago, about the wild sex she had with Pete. I thought about how persuasive Pete must have been last night, and how much Nancy must have wanted to let him in. Yes, she has been fighting to save the marriage, and I've just been taking advantage of her.

'You idiot,' I thought. 'Do you love her, or not?'

I knew the answer to that question, and I took her in my arms and gave her a warm, tender, loving, kiss.

I didn't attend the fourth "special" poker night. In fact, I dropped out of the poker parties altogether.

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