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Passion & Perspective
copyright 2013 Chapter 10 This is a chapter of a novel. Click here to go to the first chapter |
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It was dark, I was in bed having a dream about flying an airplane, I think, when the plane started ringing. Gradually, I realized it was the phone that was ringing, wondered why Molly didn't answer it. Then I realized Molly wasn't there, she was on the Coast on business, so I picked it up. "Hello?" "I woke you up, didn't I? I'm so sorry." I was groggy, looked at the clock, it read 1:20. What was Molly calling me about at that hour, we'd already talked earlier in the night. Then the fear of being woken hit me, "Are you all right?" "Just fine dear, nothing's wrong, except I've got a little bit of a problem that I need your help with." Problem. What problem? Was she in trouble? She continued, "I'm sitting here at the hotel bar with Randy. Randy says he's twenty-three, but I don't know, he doesn't look more than twenty. But he's got a beer, and I saw the bartender card him, so I imagine he's at least twenty-one. Well, he and I got to talking, and he says he's got a Mrs. Robinson complex." Mrs. Robinson. Where did I know that from? Simon and Garfunkel, wasn't it? I was still out of it, trying to put together what Molly was saying. Wait, Mrs. Robinson. The graduate . . . The Graduate! Oh! "I told him, dear, that I wouldn't mind helping with his fetish, but I need to have your permission." I laughed, "Really!" "Um-hmm." "Do you want my permission?" "Yes, I think I do." "Is he good looking?" "Oh, quite the beach boy," she remarked. "He says he's trying to be a law student at Saltine University out here, and he's got an interview tomorrow afternoon, and he should be relaxed, and I can help him relax, he says." "Oh, I'll bet you can. Go ahead, have fun!" "But sweetheart, I told him he's the one that has to ask you. Can I put him on?" "Okay, sure." I waited a few seconds, heard the phone jumble, then a very young voice. "Hello?" "Hi, this is Don. You're Randy?" "Yes, sir." "I hear you've got something you want to ask me." "Yes, sir. Well, I guess . . . I mean . . ." I waited for him to spit it out. "Well, I'm here with your wife, Anne, and she's very pretty, and we were talking to each other, and, well . . ." I couldn't take it anymore, decided I'd help the poor guy out. "So you'd like to take her to bed?" "Well, yes, sir, I mean, if it's all right with you." "It's fine with me, son. Can I give you some advice?" "Yes, sir." "First, it's okay if you sir me, but don't ma'am her, that's not going to get the effect you want. Secondly, my wife likes plenty of variety. If you want to get anywhere with her, you can't just do one thing, you've got to keep it moving, got it?" "Yes, sir, I think so." "And lastly, listen, don't become a lawyer." "Sir?" "You sound like a nice guy, and the only people you want to screw should be women like my wife." "Yes, sir," he replied seriously. "Put her back on, would you? And have a nice night." "Yes, sir." Molly was back talking to me. "You sure about this?" I asked, "he seems pretty straight laced." "A little. Saltine is a Christian college, after all. But I think I can work the kinks out." That made me laugh, if I knew my wife, he wouldn't be anything but kinks. "Watch yourself. Do you have condoms?" "There's a gift shop that's still open, I'll make him run an errand." "Okay, well, have a lot of fun. Don't stay up too late, you've got meetings tomorrow, after all." "I'm not running them, I can sleep through them. I'll just have to concentrate on not smiling too much. Randy's getting itchy, dear, gotta run." "Call me tomorrow, let me know. Love you." "Love you too!" and she was gone. Sleeping was done for me, and least for awhile. I got to thinking about what my wife was doing, what Randy would be doing to her, what she would be doing to this young man. I got on the computer, looked at porn, masturbated thinking about Molly and Randy, and got tired again. Finally, I hit the pillows. The next morning I took a break and called Molly's cell, 7:30 her time. "Hello, my darling," she answered. "So, how was it?" "Absolutely wonderful. The boy was a little inexperienced, but he made up for it with attitude. I came twice as many times as he did." "Two times zero equals zero," I joked, and she came right back with, "and ten times two is twenty! Actually, he came three times! It was so nice having a young thing like that. I'd love to tell you about it, but I've got to get ready for work." "And I've got stuff around here I need to do. Call me tonight?" "As soon as I get in the hotel, not later than ten your time, okay?" "Okay."
I was waiting for the call. "How was your day, dear?" We talked about the details of our lives, how the leak in the bathtub was running faster, I should call a plumber; her meetings and what her boss's boss said to her, the weather (her's was sunny and warm, mine not so much,) and after fifteen minutes we got to the topic I was most interested in. "I was sitting at the bar, dear, looking over the material I was going to present, and the bartender gave me another glass of wine. I told him I didn't want it, I was a little pissed at him because the one I was drinking wasn't half empty yet, and he pointed to Randy, about six seats down. I ignored him for a few minutes, trying to collect my thoughts, and he sat next to me. I thought he was handsome, in a Southern California way, blond hair and muscles, he was in jeans and a tee shirt. We chatted for a little while, we flirted, and all of a sudden he just asked out of the blue if I'd like to see the art in his room. I told him it was the same art in my room, and he said we should compare. I asked him if he could handle it, he said he'd like to find out, and I said okay if my husband doesn't mind. That's when we called you. "He bought some condoms and we went up to his room, we got it on right away, you won't believe this but he was at least an inch longer than any of the other guys we've been with and much thicker." That meant he was a lot bigger than me, as well, but I didn't care, I know I satisfy Molly, and I wanted to hear about how she liked it. "I let him pretty much do what he wanted, I was wondering what a young guy was thinking, and the first time like every guy in the world he wanted missionary so I put a couple pillows under me, and he just went at it, pounding as hard as he could, it didn't do anything for me, and after about three minutes he started coming! I didn't have a clue, and then he was so quick. He apologized, and I said it was okay, even though I was a little pissed, and then an amazing thing happened - he didn't get soft. Oh, just a little bit, but I didn't have any trouble keeping him in me, and we shifted and I got on top. You know how I can move anyway I want, and with his big penis, I could do things I've never done before. Are you masturbating? I can hear your breathing." I was, and my wonderful wife picked up on it, helped me. "Oh, his huge cock was wonderful. When I sucked it, I could barely get my lips around it, and he tasted so sweet. When it was inside me, it stretched me, I was so tight, and if he went too deep he bumped up against the end of my hole, and it was so delicious. I've never felt anything like that before." That did it, I was spurting, and she waited for me to calm down. "So what else did you do?" "We went at it for a couple of hours. He was pathetic at eating me, didn't have a clue. but if we got into a position where he could be slow, it was incredible. He came again a half hour later and finally got soft, then we talked and played around and he got hard again, so I got him into some weird position on the chair, and we went round and round, and an hour later he came once more, just a little one." "And you came?" "A bunch, it was erotic with me being out of town, and him so young and so big. Finally, I just got dressed and went to my room and got some sleep." "Are you going to see him again tonight?" "No, he drove home after his interview, and I've got a business dinner tonight, and even if he was in town I don't know if I'd want to - I was pretty sore down there this morning, used a lot of muscles I didn't know I had." She had to get ready for dinner, I told her I loved her and I'd see her the next night when she got back in town.
It was nearly eleven when she finally made her way to the house, I was waiting for her with a glass of wine. It took her little time to make herself comfortable, and we got into it in the bedroom. She shared a few more details of her unexpected romp with Randy - how at one point he'd been pumping so hard while he was behind her that he fell off the bed, a new position she'd found on the coffee table. We were messing around, I found her ready, she came hard when I got behind her, standing on the floor, soon she turned around, her back on the bed, her legs locked around my waist, I couldn't hold back very long thinking (as always) that I was where another man had been not too long ago. We laid together, embracing and fondling, talking. "One thing sort of upset me with Randy," she admitted, "he called you a cuckold. I don't think you're a cuckold, do you dear?" "Depends on what you mean. If you mean a guy who's wife takes other men to bed, yes, and it doesn't bother me at all. If you mean a guy who's wife cheats on him, or he's being used, or that he's submissive and doesn't have any control over the situation, no, I'm not one." "I'm glad to hear that. Randy's point, I guess, is that I'm free to do what I want, but you don't do anything. He thought that was a little weird." "Maybe it is, for him. For us I think it's fine, that's the way we want it, and who's to tell us it's wrong?" "Right," she agreed, "but dear, is it okay with you? Would you like to have other women?" She asked me this from time to time, I think she wanted to make sure my attitude wasn't changing. "If it happened, I might want to, I won't rule it out. But I'm not in any hurry, and if it never does, I won't worry about it. I love you, dear, and you keep me satisfied. I don't need other women." "I love you too. And I really don't need other men, either." "But you like taking them to bed, don't you?" The sheepish look on her face told me silently that our hobby was a real pleasure for her. "So, are you going to pick somebody else up on your next business trip?" "Oh, I shouldn't have done it this time. I don't want to get too wanton." "I don't mind," I soothed her, "if you want to, it's fine with me." "Well, I feel I should be careful, that's all. If this becomes a habit, I wonder if I'll be hurting our marriage. I don't ever want to do that." "Don't worry about it, dear, we'll be together until we're old and grey and you're banging every guy in the nursing home." |
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