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Scarsdale, NY: Friday 13th October 2017

Off the wagon

As I watched Sue lead James by the hand upstairs, his huge cock bobbing up and down as he moved, I desperately hoped that the date wasn’t an omen for where things might head. This would be the third time we’d ventured into the world of wife-sharing and the last time had nearly cost us our love and marriage.

Yet events had conspired to lead us back to this point. With Sue and I both willing participants as she took another man as a lover. A young, six-foot-seven, beanpole Englishman. A young Physics prodigy who was blessed with an awkward demeanor and a cock which looked even bigger than Francis' and Brandon’s.

I stood rooted to the spot for what seemed like ages, lost in my trepidation and excitement, my brain still fogged by alcohol. It was only the sound of Sue giggling that snapped me out of my trance, as I started towards the stairs to see what was happening.

As I headed towards the stairs, drawn by Sue’s siren giggles and laughs, I suddenly felt a need to splash water on my face and drink water to counteract the alcohol. It was as if I knew I needed to be in a more sober condition to cope with what was about to happen. The water helped, as I looked at myself in the kitchen mirror and steadied myself for what was about to come. Both the highs and the lows. And then I headed upstairs, following the sounds of two sets of laughter.

Halfway up the stairs, it was clear the sounds were coming from our bedroom. That this was where Sue had taken her young lover, rather than his own bedroom. I felt a familiar knot in my stomach at this thought. Sue would have made this as a conscious decision, knowing how it would both excite and torment me.

As I looked through the slightly ajar door to my own marital bedroom, I saw that Sue and James were laying next to each other on the bed kissing, as their hands explored each others’ naked bodies. James had had a crush on Sue ever since he’d first met her, and I’m sure he was loving the chance to finally play with my wife’s big tits and explore between her legs.

For her part, Sue seemed happy as James’ eager hands made her moan with pleasure as her left hand worked up and down the young man’s huge cock. Her engagement, wedding and eternity rings, all glinting with the movement of her hand on another man’s meat, a none too subtle rebuke to me.

They were resting on their sides as they explored each other. Sue broke their kiss and whispered something into James’ ear, before she turned to the door.

“There you are, baby. I wondered what kept you. Come on in, honey, I want you to watch while I take James’ beautiful cock for the first time.”

Sue’s use of the expression ‘first time’, implying this would be the first of many times, caused my nerves to jangle and my cock to harden. Like a moth to a lamp, I obeyed Sue’s request and was drawn closer to their bed.

Having finally received my greenlight and encouragement, Sue was in full tease mode. The alcohol had blasted away all of our inhibitions. All of the declarations of regret and reform we’d made so often over the last two and half years. All forgotten in a booze-fueled evening that felt like the party was just beginning.

I felt a lump in my throat that matched the lump in my pants as I wondered where this roller-coaster ride would end, and whether Sue and I would still be in one piece afterward. If James had been anything like Brandon, or even Francis, I knew I’d not have let things develop.

James was a friend of the family. A harmless, eccentric young man. He felt no threat. I hoped he’d be a route to all of the pleasure with the pain. But I’d been wrong about Brandon, and a little voice reminded me of this. Even as I watched Sue and James kissing and exploring each others’ bodies.

My mind was so full of conflicting thoughts and my body so flooded with adrenaline and gut-wrenching emotions that I hardly noticed Sue speaking to me.

“Pete, baby, isn’t James’ cock beautiful?” her hand stroking it up and down as she looked into my face and teased me. “Look how long and thick it is honey. It’s definitely the biggest I’ve ever had. I bet you wish you had one this big as well.”

Sue’s lips curled at the corners with this last little flourish, as she playfully blew me a kiss and then turned back to her young student lover. Instead of looking into my eyes, she was now looking into James’ eyes as she kissed him softly.

“Tonight I’m yours, James, honey. Do with me whatever you want. I’m yours all night, baby. I want to take your beautiful cock all the way into my body and feel you make love to me and shoot your seed deep into me. And then, when you’re ready, we’ll go all over again, until I’ve milked those balls of yours empty. Empty of all you’ve been saving up for me.”

I knew that Sue’s words were designed not just to inflame James, but also to tease and torment me a stage further. My sexy and beautiful forty-four-year-old wife was loving playing this ‘Mrs. Robinson’ seductress role with the young Englishman.

If this had happened a year ago, James would have been an innocent and passive toy for Sue’s desires and games. But after his year-long relationship with Phoebe James was more confident and sexually assertive than Sue or I might have imagined. Having listened to Sue’s little speech that he could do whatever he wanted to with her, he gently pushed my wife so that she was lying flat on her back.

I could see that fingers were already damp and glistening with Sue’s juices as he used his hands to gently push Sue’s legs further apart so he could take up position between her thighs. As he started to stroke his big circumcised cockhead up and down Sue’s love lips my wife started to moan with a mix of pleasure and need.

“Mmmmm, that feels wonderful, James. But don’t tease me, honey, I want to feel you deep inside me. I haven’t had a big cock in a couple of years and I can’t wait to be filled up again.”

These words stung and excited me with a mixture of feelings I don’t think I’ll ever fully understand.

But James was proving a lot less innocent and passive than either Sue and I had expected. He was a very smart young man who sensed that at this moment he held power over my sexually needy wife. And despite her words, he just continued to tease Sue, stroking his huge cockhead up and down her love lips and across her sensitive clit.

The look on Sue’s face showed her desperation and how she needed this young man to sink his huge cock into her body. She panted and moaned, looking pleadingly into his face. “Please, James, I need you inside me.”

Seeing the look of need on Sue’s face and hearing her begging words sent a shiver of fear and regret through me. I was incredibly aroused and excited, wanting to see Sue take all of this young man’s horse cock. But hearing the hunger in her voice and seeing the mesmerized look in her eyes took my mind back to the hell we’d lived through with Brandon.

James was a totally different person. But we were playing with the same gasoline and matches. The same base sexual desires and emotions. Despite having given Sue the greenlight and helping her overcome her doubts, as I saw them now on the verge of becoming lovers I was torn by renewed doubt and fear.

But I did nothing.

The booze certainly didn’t help. But that old, near-fatal habit of giving in to my addiction was back with a vengeance. I’d thought the addiction dead. But it had just been sleeping.

Even the terrible experiences with Brandon hadn’t ‘cured’ me. They’d just given me the jolt I needed to force myself into a recovery program. But with the temptation of this amiable and harmless young Englishman as the lure, I felt my stomach churn as I recognized the ride we were about to start all over again.

But I pushed all of these depressing and troubling thoughts to the back of my mind as with a dry mouth and a painfully hard cock I watched Sue give herself to another man.

Finally, James gave Sue what she wanted as he lodged his over-sized cockhead inside my wife’s vulva, and then started to sink his huge cock into my her inch by inch. Sue moaned and cooed as she felt herself being opened up in a way that I never could, her eyes closed as she enjoyed each extra inch of thick cock that James forced into her.

As I saw more and more of James’ fat over-sized cock disappearing into Sue’s body I was overwhelmed by a feeling of déjà vu. Earlier fears, excitement, and pain from those nights with Francis and Brandon came flooding back to me with a frightening clarity. My cock was again hard and throbbing despite already cumming once, but my head throbbed with equal fear and worry. Despite my belief that James’ was a different kind of person, part of me couldn’t believe I was once again taking this risk with my marriage.

But these fears and worries were held in check as I looked into Sue ’s face. I was unable to tear my eyes away from the look of total satisfaction and fulfillment on the face of the woman I loved. It excited and depressed me in equal measure as I knew in my heart that this was the first time for two and a half years that she’d been fully satisfied and fulfilled.

I knew she loved me and that we had a good love life. But I also knew that after experiencing two very well endowed men like Francis and Brandon, it needed someone like them to fully satisfy her now.

These last two and a half years had offered me no hint of this truth. But seeing the look of contentment and fulfillment on Sue’s face as James slowly filled her with his long thick cock left no room for doubt.

I felt a kaleidoscope of clashing emotions. Happiness seeing Sue’s sexual fulfillment mixed with my own selfish enjoyment as my addiction burst back into life like some Ghostbusters type ghoul.

These emotions fought tooth and nail with fear and worry based on all that had gone before with Brandon. But the intensity of the sights and sounds coming from our bed where Sue and James lay together drove all of this from my mind as I was sucked into the scene before me.

James had now slid his fat cock all the way into Sue, until only a couple of inches were showing. And then he started his backward stroke, causing a look of loss and disappointment on Sue’s face. She moaned and sighed as the young man once again thrust powerfully and in one smooth stroke forced seven or eight thick inches deep into her body. James seemed to go a little deeper this time, as Sue’s body gradually re-accustomed itself to taking a really big cock to a depth I could never reach.

James started to build up a steady rhythm as he enjoyed a woman for the first time in several months, each stroke of his huge cock causing my beautiful wife to moan and sigh with pleasure and contentment. Sue had soon locked her arms around his neck and her shapely legs around the small of James’ back, pulling him as deep into her body as was possible.

Their mouths were locked together in passion and I could tell from the sounds she was making and movements of her body that Sue was already building up and close to coming. Seeing her like this with another man after two years on the wagon was a bittersweet pleasure. My heart was pumping and my mouth was dry, unable to take my eyes of the spectacle in front of me.

A moment of realization

It was only now that I realized how much I’d missed this sight these last two years. I’d only seen Sue with Francis and Brandon fleetingly. Each affair had only lasted a matter of days, but the sight of Sue with these two big black men had been the culmination of a lifelong fantasy. Now I realized with stark clarity how much I loved watching Sue with other guys. Other guys who could pleasure her better than me.

I looked at Sue’s face screwed up in pleasure. Her big breasts rising and falling, crowned with nipples swollen and proud in her sexual bliss. And I realized that a deep love of witnessing Sue like this had always been there. Always been a constant. It was just that the dangers and pain from Brandon that had driven it underground.

And all my intuition and instincts told me Sue felt the same way. That since her first time with Francis she’d known she needed this. But that like me she’d buried this knowledge deep within herself to avoid the pain and risks that were the price to pay.

At that moment Sue opened her eyes and we exchanged a look that confirmed these thoughts. We both knew that this, or something like this was unlikely to be a one-off. We both wanted it too much.

Sue kept on looking deep into my eyes as the student between her legs pumped on and on. I marveled that he hadn’t already cum, knowing he’d not been with anyone for so long. As she neared her first climax Sue turned her head away from me and looked into her new lover’s face. Her nails dug deep into James’ back and she drew blood from her young lover as she clamped herself around him and wailed in the ecstasy of her orgasm. James slowed to a lower speed as he looked down into Sue’s closed eyes, which eventually slowly opened as she smiled up at her young lover.

“That was amazing, James. So good. I’d forgotten how good it could be. How good a really big cock feels.”

At that moment I felt like I was forgotten. It was just the two of them in the room. The way that Sue smiled up at her young lover, with a softness and tenderness twisted my heart and gut into a knot of pain and excitement. Sue and James just looked deeply into each others’ eyes as his hips continued to slowly pump up and down, and for the first time, James spoke.

“That was amazing, Sue. I’ve dreamed of making love to you ever since I first met you. I can’t believe we’re finally together.”

James’ open and innocent words just caused Sue’s smile to broaden, if that was possible, as she gently stroked the young man’s cheek. “You better believe it, mister. Now that I’ve discovered how sweet you are and what a wonderful lover you are, you can forget all those college bimbos! You’re mine for the duration!”

James smiled, enjoying being so keenly claimed by my enthusiastic wife.

Sue suddenly re-emerged from their little-shared bubble, looking across at me and finally remembering that I was in the room as well. It wasn’t just the two of them.

She smiled sheepishly at me. “Sorry, honey. But you know how I get.”

I knew she was embarrassed at her outburst and what she’d said, and I smiled back at her to tell her that I understood and that it was okay. Although in truth a big part of me did wonder if she was this enthusiastic and gushing after just a few minutes in bed with James, what troubles might the future days and weeks hold?

With this turmoil of arousal and worry as my familiar friends, I looked on helplessly as they re-entered their little two-person bubble as James started building up speed again. I noticed that all of his cock was now going into Sue. That my wife’s pussy had stretched to accommodate the final one or two inches she’d not taken earlier.

This time they weren’t kissing, in some ways, it was more intimate and intense as they just gazed deeply into one another’s eyes. They say the eyes are the windows to the soul, and that’s how it felt as they looked deep into each other’s eyes as they shared each other’s bodies. Sue sharing her womanhood with this young man less than half her age, as he worshipped her with his huge cock and young body.

Again, I felt a stranger in my own house as the two of them were united in the intensity of their love-making, and it was an exclusion that both troubled and excited me in equal measure.

Sue’s cries of pleasure were soon building up once again as they enjoyed each other, James huge cock now glistening from the coating of Sue’s juices.

Despite the adrenaline pumping through my body, it seemed that the scene before me was playing out in some kind of high definition slow-motion, as I took in things I’d not noticed before. Sue and I had not dared to do anything like this for the last two years. And now, two years on, it was like I was looking at the sight of Sue with another man for the first time all over again. As the details of how Sue’s body and mind responded to the well hung young man were burnt into my mind with a frightening vividness and clarity.

The way that the girth of his cock stretched Sue’s love lips wide apart to the very limit, as they sat taut and stretched around the young man’s cock. They seemed stretched like elastic, almost creating a tight seal between the huge cock and my wife’s pussy that James’ cock was now plundering. The way that Sue’s whole body and expression mirrored each thrust in and out of the young cock which was mating her, their two bodies joined by some invisible magic thread. The tightness of Sue’s legs around the young man’s body, insurance against being deprived of the amazing feelings his huge cock was giving her.

On and on they fucked as James gave Sue a second and then a third orgasm. Before finally, he started speeding up himself and the lovers locked their lips together as he made one final thrust as his buttocks started spasming. His thick young cock was maybe nine or ten inches deep inside Sue’s body. But in my mind’s eye, I could imagine the eye of his cock opening and closing as it spat a jet of scalding seed into Sue’s receptive womb.

Their hands were intertwined as James’ spindly arms held Sue’s own arms high above her head, their mouths smashing together as he tried to push Sue through the mattress in his need to drive deep and inseminate her.

I felt my own juices erupting as I shot my load in sympathy, unable to stop looking, all the time thinking how small Sue’s body looked beneath James gangly six-foot-seven frame. They still hungrily sought each others’ mouths as the young man’s hips gradually slowed to a stop. As they both opened their eyes the first thing I noticed was the nervous look on James’ face.

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Sue also noticed this change, now that the moment had passed and passions were spent. She smiled lovingly up at James. “It’s okay, honey.”

He continued looking down at Sue for a moment, and then he turned to look at me and his expression became even more worried and nervous.

“Pete, I’m so sorry.”

I was stunned, lost for words in a way I’d not anticipated.

I felt a warmth flood through my body as I realized my earlier instincts about James had been correct. He was no Brandon. I felt relaxed and in control, seeing the look of worry and decency in the young man’s face.

“It’s okay, James, we’ve not done anything here that we didn’t want to. We’re all consenting adults here.”

His concern eased a little, but he still stared at me like a puppy expecting a slipper on the nose.

It took me right back to comforting Donovan when he was younger.

“James, it’s okay,” I told him, dragging out the last syllable. “Sue’s a big girl and you’ve just given her a lovely experience. And do I look like I’m upset?”

The first trace of a nervous smile became visible.

“I promise, James, no shotgun here!”

The smile got bigger, but still, he seemed unable to speak. And then finally he turned away from me as he felt Sue’s soft hand stroke his cheek.

“Pete’s right, James, honey,” Sue’s soft voice comforted our young guest. “We’re all over twenty-one here and what’s wrong with you and me having a bit of fun? I don’t see Pete complaining at all, do you? And this girl isn’t complaining any.”

Finally, he spoke. “Are you sure? After everything that happened with Brandon, I’m worried I’ve opened it all up again. All the pain and the heartache.”

For the next few minutes, Sue and I took it in turns reassuring James as he slowly raised his pasty white body up and then lay next to Sue. Finally, he was convinced that all was okay and that we weren’t going to throw him out for sleeping with the mistress of the house. I knew he was finally convinced all was okay when he turned to me after a few minutes. Sounding like a boy asking for more desert he asked, “Pete, would it be okay if I make love to Sue once more before bedtime?”

I nearly burst out laughing, just about stopping myself as my belly laugh built. “It’s okay with me, James, but I think you better ask the lady of the house. After all, it is her body. And if, as I suspect, she’s okay with it, then it might be an idea to use your bed so an old man can get his beauty sleep.”

James smiled at my little joke. “I take your point,” he replied as he turned to look at Sue, his puppy dog eyes suddenly returning.

Sue’s always been a big softy and a few minutes later I was laying back on my reclaimed bed listening to the renewed cries of passion now coming from James’ bedroom. For maybe five or ten minutes I just closed my eyes and listened to the soundtrack.

I’ve not exactly made a study of it, but I reckon some men are noisy lovers. Others are like James. Because pretty much all I heard were the sounds of the bed and the sounds of Sue’s moans and cries of pleasure. Occasionally interspersed with Sue’s words of encouragement. Telling James how good he felt in her. How much she was enjoying him. Telling him to go harder. Or faster, or deeper.

Just like at the movies, the soundtrack told me that after two or three more orgasms for Sue they were both getting close to the end now. I wanted to watch, to see the look of pleasure on Sue’s face as she came again and accepted another load of James’ seed into her. So I quietly entered their bedroom.

The sight was much as before. Again they were in the missionary position, gazing into each others’ eyes as Sue’s legs held her young lover in place until he gave her what she wanted again. Seeing me enter, Sue turned to me and I smiled as she offered me an upturned palm. The clearest sign that she wanted me to be part of what was about to happen.

I took her hand and kissed her tenderly. “I love you, honey,” I told her, feeling nothing but happiness for Sue as I watched her being so fully satisfied. Before I’d had to still fears and worries, but this time I felt convinced there was little to worry about.

“I love you, baby,” came Sue’s mirrored reply. “Thanks so much for letting me enjoy James tonight, honey.”

It might seem strange, but I felt incredibly close to Sue as we shared this moment, even though it was another man rather than me who was inside her body. But I was the one who’d allowed her this pleasure and it drove us closer. A psychological, emotional closeness. At that moment more powerful than the physical union that she and James were sharing.

I kissed my soul mate again and gently stroked her hair, our eyes locked together as the soft moans and sighs continued from the young man who was pleasuring her in my stead.

With a final kiss, I smiled at Sue and sat at the side of the bed to watch the grand finale, as she turned back to her young lover. She pulled James down into a deep kiss, stroking his flanks to encourage him to finish the job. They’d already been making love for more than twenty minutes as James started to speed up, until they finally cried out together as once again he came in Sue.

This time there was no shyness or awkwardness from James as he slowed and then eased his body from between my wife’s thighs and lay next to her. For what seemed an age they just looked at each other, occasionally kissing. Until Sue gave James a final kiss, stroked his cheek and told him, “Sleep well. We’ll see you in the morning, honey.”

With that, she got up off James’ bed and held out her hand to me as we silently left his bedroom and headed back to the master bedroom, with Sue quietly closing the door behind us.

Reclaiming Sue

Sue led me by the hand to the bed. “Are you okay, honey? Are we okay?”

I smiled at her lovingly. “We’re fine, sweetheart.”

The booze had worn off for both of us, but even so, I felt calm and relaxed and I wanted to put Sue’s mind at rest. “Everything’s going to be okay, honey. Not like before. James is a good guy.”

I didn’t even want to use the name ‘Brandon’ in case it set Sue off.

As we lay on the bed next to each other we just looked deep into each other’s eyes knowing that something had changed. But then I was overtaken by an urgent need to reclaim and reconnect with Sue. Barely a word was said between us as we kissed and touched each other. Knowing that another man had recently caressed and possessed Sue’s body, I felt an increased excitement and arousal as I cupped and played with her big breasts. Kissed the lips which had so recently been kissing a man less than my age.

As we touched and kissed and stroked, our eyes remained joined, sharing the same thought. We both felt it in our very souls that what had happened with James had only added to what we had and who we were. It was an aphrodisiac, a starter for our main course as Sue rolled onto her back and pulled me on top of her.

“Come on, big boy. Take back what’s yours,” she playfully chided me, her tone making clear she meant what she said and she wasn’t mocking.

As I sank my cock into her she didn’t feel as tight and snug as normal. Not surprising as her pussy was full of two large loads from her young lover and had been stretched out by his cock. Twice as long and twice as thick as mine.

Sue smiled lovingly up at me as I sank all the way into her in one smooth motion. We kissed with hunger and need much beyond that which a couple married for twenty years normally feel.

“Take back your woman, baby,” Sue’s hot breath whispered into my ear. “Show me who I belong to.”

As she pulled back her head and looked into my eyes again, I could tell she was deadly serious. I began to make love to her in a way more primal than I I’d ever done. What I may have lacked in terms of size I made up for with intent and vigor, as I slammed into Sue like my very life depended on it. I bent her legs back so they touching her shoulders and teased her swollen nipples with my rasping tongue and nibbling teeth. I sucked and bit at her neck, determined to show she was mine.

“Whose are you baby?” I demanded of her gruffly.

She was loving this game, staying silent and making me work harder for it. I rolled and tweaked her nipples, making her squeal and moan, still embedded deep within her body. I carried on working Sue’s body, using all my years’ to touch and stroke and fuck her until she was ready and begging to cum again. Her eyes gave her away, and I stopped still, leaving her just short.

“Who do you belong to, baby?” my voice firm but insistent.

Sue smiled up at me. “I’m yours, honey. Always, baby.”

“Not James?”

“No, baby.”

“Not Brandon... Not Francis?”

Sue paused, and I wondered if I’d miscalculated.

“No, Pete, baby. I’m yours.”

I smiled softly at Sue, the game complete. The sexual jousting over as we made sweet love, partners’ for life enjoying the crescendo and happy ever after that finished the game.

Like Sue, I knew I was close to coming as I resumed pumping in and out, enjoying the incomparable closeness I felt to this wonderful woman as her pussy milked my cock and we were united as husband and wife.

We kissed with a gentleness and tenderness that signaled the depth of our love as we cried out together and shared an amazing climax, before collapsing in each others’ arms as we recovered from the intensity of our love-making.

A gentleman’s excuse me

Finally, both Sue and I were spent. We held each other, for a time happy not to talk, happy to just look deep into each other’s souls. The events of the evening had taken their toll on us. We were both wiped out and within minutes we were deep asleep.

When I awoke the next day I reached out and panicked as I felt the empty space by my side. Sue’s never been a morning person, and it’s almost unheard of for her to be out of bed before me. As I slowly came too I smelt the unmistakable aroma of smoked bacon being fried and then I heard the sound of laughter as Sue and James’s voices wafted up from the kitchen.

Even though everything was probably innocent, after all, that had happened the night before my gut started it’s normal crunching routine. With more than a little trepidation at what I might find I finally forced myself out of bed and headed downstairs. I moved as quietly as I could, not knowing if I wanted to discover something or not. I waited unseen at the bottom of the stairs and watched the entirely innocent scene as they chatted away as Sue stood with her back to James cooking breakfast.

As I announced myself James looked just a little bit nervous, but this soon disappeared as we ate a hearty breakfast and talked about weekend plans. With breakfast finished, James said he’d been doing some thinking overnight and had decided that after what had happened last night he felt he should redouble his efforts to find somewhere else to live.

I was surprised at how calm and matter of fact he was as he explained further. “The way I see it is I loved what happened last night, and I’ll forever remember it as one of my fondest memories. But after everything that happened with Brandon, I really don’t think it’s a great idea for me to live here now. Not after last night.”

He paused to let his news sink in as Sue and I looked at each other, sharing a confused look and mixed feelings. And then he continued.

“And, Sue, I hope you understand. I’ve had a crush on you for a long time and having just lost Phoebe, I think it would be just too hard for me to be around here all the time, knowing that nothing could ever happen between us.”

As normal, it was beyond James to dissemble or hide his feelings. He was being totally transparent and straight with us.

Sue and I looked at each other again, and I knew we both could see the logic and common sense in what he was saying. But seeing Sue’s expression I was also sure that in part we both also felt more than a little disappointed.

At the third time of trying, we’d finally found a guy who might prove to be the lover we’d both wanted for Sue. And now he was ruling himself out of the game. Even though both Sue and I understood and could see the sense in what he was suggesting, there was undeniably more than a hint of disappointment.

I topped up our coffee mugs and we all discussed it for some time. In particular, Sue needed James to know that he was always welcome and that if he changed his mind he was welcome to remain as our guest. I could see the connection between them as Sue looked into his eyes to make sure the message got across. James thanked Sue and said he understood and was grateful, but that he’d thought long and hard and he was sure it was the right thing.

Sue held his hand and told him that if he was sure, then we’d support his decision, emphasizing again that there was no hurry and that he should always think of this as his second home.

Eventually, there was nothing more to say and James excused himself to head into the University and Sue and I were left alone. We talked through James’ plans and Sue and I both confessed our mixed feelings. We both felt more than a little guilty and responsible that yesterday’s events had changed everything. Selfishly we both also felt a bit disappointed as we’d enjoyed last night’s bedtime games and had both been looking forward to more repeats.

But we weren’t so blind that we didn’t see the ‘safety first’ benefits of what James was suggesting. And we fully got his heartfelt admission that having just lost Phoebe it would be hard for him to be so close to Sue every day, always knowing that she was mine, not his. He was a young man who wanted to find a new love for his life. And common sense dictated that he should be out there hunting and dating, rather than being the third wheel between an established married couple like Sue and me.

We didn’t see James again that Saturday, and it was only Sunday morning at breakfast that we saw him. He seemed on good form, saying that he had a couple of prospective house shares he was going to look at in the week and that he was hopeful that one of them would pan out. He was busy describing the second of the two places when Sue’s phone rang.

James and I carried on talking and Sue soon ended the call. As James finished describing the second place, I looked across at Sue and saw that she had a little bit of a worried look on her face.

“What’s up, love?” I asked.

“That was Jenny. I’d totally forgotten we’d invited her and Sean around for dinner tonight,” Sue told us.

That didn’t seem so bad to me, but then Sue added what was really bothering her. “They’re okay, but do you remember we invited Francis and Roni over as well. And you know how they are these days.”

My heart sank with this news. Jenny and Sean were fine. They were good fun. Jenny was one of Sue’s best friends from work. She was the fellow nurse who’d made the face time call the night that Sue and Francis had their first proper date. She was also the friend who’d put the web ad up in Sue’s name that had led to the whole Brandon episode.

She and her husband had an open marriage, and while Sue had been busy hooking up with Brandon, Jenny had chosen a mid-twenties young black stud called Sean who’d replied to ‘Sue’s ad’. And now, two and a half years later Sean was still Jenny’s steady boyfriend, with the full approval of her husband. Unconventional certainly, but nonetheless a happy little ménage-a-trois that had stood the test of time.

A lot more conventional, but from what Sue told me, a lot less happy, was Francis and Roni’s relationship. Like Sean and Jenny, they’d been dating for the last two and a half years. Francis was still the same kind and handsome Nigerian doctor who’d been Sue’s first lover. At first, all had gone well in his relationship with Roni, an attractive forty-something divorcee. But according to Sue, their relationship had gotten quite rocky these last few months. They’d broken up once and apparently, the relationship was on last chance avenue.

I was due to fly out Monday on a three-week trip to Malawi in Africa to try and get a troubled development project back on track. And so the last thing I wanted was for my final evening with Sue for nearly a month to be a mix between acting the chaperone between Jenny and her boyfriend and acting like a UN blue helmet between the warring Francis and Roni.

My heart sank at the prospect.

The puppy eyes routine had worked for James with Sue, and so I tried it, begging Sue for her okay to cancel the evening. She did me the courtesy of considering it and discussing it. But in the end, I agreed with her to give the go ahead. Francis had become a good friend these last two and a half years and neither Sue nor I wanted to let him down in his hour of need.

It had actually been Francis who’d asked Sue to arrange the whole evening as Roni had recently moved in with Francis and it wasn’t working out. Francis was desperate for an evening where other people whose company he enjoyed were around to act as a buffer between him and the woman who was increasingly grating and annoying to him.

The die now cast, I looked across at James. “I don’t suppose there’s any chance you fancy joining me playing domestic referee and mediator between Francis and Cruella de Vil?” (This was Jenny and Sue’s nickname for Roni, who as the girls told it, had shown more of her unpleasant and selfish side to them the longer her relationship with Francis had continued. They both felt that Francis was far too good for her.)

James smiled at me and I could tell he was seriously thinking about it. Cue moral blackmail.

“After last night, when I graciously allowed all of your daydreams about Sue to come true, I think you well and truly owe me, young man!”

I’d used my best ‘fatherly’ voice and James buckled, quietly agreeing that he’d join us at dinner.

A dinner party with attitude

At first, the evening went well. It was evident that there was some tension between Francis and Roni, but she seemed to be on best behavior. Having James there was definitely a big plus. All six of us knew each other already, but James was new to the group and as always everyone made him feel welcome and at home. He blossomed under all of this positive attention and was soon impressing everyone with his intelligence and encyclopedic knowledge. It almost became a party game, as people took it, in turn, to ask him all manner of obscure questions. Strangest of all was how he bonded with Sean over a shared love of rap.

When James first expressed this interest in rap, Sean tried to trap him by announcing that if he really knew rap and his family was originally from Ireland, then he’d sure know what the slang term ‘Henny’ meant in rap lyrics.

After a little theatrical misdirection and feigned ignorance, James then gently brought Sean down to earth with a verbally delivered thesis on how ‘Henny’ referred to Hennessy cognac. Not content with spiking Sean’s guns, he then explained how the original family founder James Hennessy was an Irish soldier. And just for good measure explained how the house even maintained several ‘eau de vie’ barrels from around the time of Napoleon. He even shared a well-kept secret of how they’d stopped the Germans carting off the precious barrels with a little gallic ‘one for me, one for you’ collaboration.

Sean held his hands up in surrender, before announcing that James was now his honorary homey with a fist bump.

Everyone had arrived at around seven and by the time the meal was finished and we were relaxing in the lounge everyone was feeling pretty mellow. But I could tell something was brewing between Roni and Francis. At first, all had been fine, but as the drinks had flowed there had been a couple of barbs between them and a couple of looks that didn’t bode well.

I was right to worry about Roni, but I was looking in the wrong direction for trouble. When things finally kicked off the cause was a snide comment that Roni made about Sue.

The conversation had gotten round to cosmetic surgery, which wasn’t surprising given how many medical people were in the room. Maybe Roni felt threatened and insecure because of Sue’s previous history with Francis. Maybe the cause was some other reason. Roni had certainly been drinking more than the rest of us and was a little drunk. Anyway, whatever the reason Roni launched a thinly veiled attack on Sue, looking directly at Sue while she declared that, ‘she didn’t understand why any woman would ever get a boob job.’

The room suddenly went quiet. None of us was in any doubt as to what Roni meant. She’d been catty in a less obvious way a couple of times already to Sue, but Sue had the good grace to have ignored the earlier barbs.

Looking at Sue I could see she was shocked by the obvious and unprovoked put-down. I was just about to slap Roni down when James beat me to the punch.

The next couple of minutes were priceless, and I’d have given anything to have videoed them.

“Roni, dear,” he started, in a calm and academic tone, “Have you ever heard of a gentleman called Winston Churchill?”

The half-drunk Roni took the bait and I knew it wasn’t going to be pretty.

“Sure, I’ve heard of him,” she replied, failing to sense the trap.

“Half-American, half-English. Did you know that?” he smiled sweetly, the cat playing with the mouse.

“Yes, I knew that! Don’t treat me like I’m some idiot, Mr. High and Mighty.”

“I’m so sorry, Roni. I didn’t mean to insult or patronize you.”

Roni smiled, silently accepting his words of apology.

“Thanks for accepting my apology, Roni. But can I tell you one more thing about Winston Churchill before I shut up.”

Roni nodded her head.

“The story goes that one night Churchill was the little worse for wear and the unpleasant woman sharing the railway carriage with him said, ‘You sir, are drunk' And as quick as you can he replied, 'Yes, madam, I may be drunk. But you are ugly. And tomorrow I will be sober, and you will still be ugly.'”

Six of the seven people in the room roared with laughter.

The seventh looked like she wanted the earth to split and swallow her whole. She looked across at Francis. “Are you going to let him talk to me like that?”

Francis grinned. “You know what they say. If you can’t stand the heat...”

Roni looked around everyone in the room, and all she saw were six faces wishing they’d have thought of the put down that James had suckered her into. The look on her face darkened as the extent of her humiliation dawned on her.

“Francis, it’s time to go home! I know when we’re not welcome.”

We all looked at Francis as he looked across at Roni. “I think you’re mistaken, darling. I feel totally welcome here amongst my good friends... But, then again, I’ve not been insulting anyone tonight …”

If looks could have killed the hospital would have been looking for a new doctor. Having made her feelings clear, Roni stormed out of the room, grabbed her coat and headed out into the night.

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As soon as the door slammed shut the room was filled with raucous laughter again. Glasses were refilled and Roni got her belated wish, as she was (in her absence) the center of attention as we discussed the demise of her relationship with Francis.

Francis was remarkably relaxed and sanguine about how things had turned out. He reckoned we’d done him a favor and that if he waited long enough she’d have packed and moved back to her own place by the time he got home.

As we continued drinking and talking it became even clearer to all present that Roni and Francis had been on their last legs as a couple long before tonight’s blow-out.

As the conversation continued, it was Jenny who played her customary mischief-maker role. As she topped up Francis’ drink, she winked at him, “Well, honey, now that you’re a free man again, the prettier nurses had better look out I guess. There’s a Nigerian hunter on the loose again!”

As everyone hollered with laughter, Jenny waited and picked her moment before giving Francis a second wink and in a stage whisper loud enough to wake the dead announced, “Of course, that’s unless the hunter’s still carrying a torch for a certain senior OR nurse!”

This time everyone in the room except Sue burst into laughter, Sue’s only reaction being to blush a deep red. When the laughter had finally died down Jenny apologized to Sue, saying that she couldn’t resist the joke and Sue forgave her.

With Roni gone the conversation soon became more relaxed and the ever playful Jenny turned her attention to our young English house guest. From his general manner and appearance, she guessed correctly at his lack of sexual and relationship experience. She moved to sit next to him and started teasing and flirting with young James.

Unbuttoning a couple of buttons on her blouse, Jenny asked, “Tell me James, have you been with an American woman yet?”

Everyone laughed and James looked decidedly flustered, looking back at Jenny before looking across at Sue. There must have been something in his look across to my wife, or maybe it was just a lucky guess.

Either way, Jenny looked across at her good friend and with a mix of mock and genuine surprise declared, “Sue, you cradle-snatcher.”

The room went quiet for what seemed an age before my blushing wife finally managed to speak. “It kinda just happened.”

The room remained quiet after Sue’s four words had confirmed Jenny’s suspicions, the bubble only burst by Jenny’s retort as she looked at James. “It’s always the quiet ones! Is it the same in England?”

Another round of laughter. Everything glad for the release of tension.

Jenny put her hand on James’ shoulder and winked at him. “Don’t take it personally James, but my friend Sue’s a bit of a man-eater. Sean’s the only one here who she’s not gobbled up and spat out. I just hope she’s going to be a bit more gentle with you, honey.”

I final peel of laughter rang around the room, and this time even Sue saw the funny side.

Under Jenny’s bawdy direction the conversation continued to have a highly suggestive focus. First sexual encounters were the first topic. Followed by worst and best lovers. Jenny then started getting everyone discussing their favorite sexual fantasies, with forfeits for anyone deemed to be lying.

I nervously excused myself for a comfort break to the restroom. Hoping to avoid the indignity of having to confess my enjoyment of watching and sharing Sue.

I took as long as I could, staying upstairs for more than five minutes, but with hindsight, this wasn’t the wisest of moves. Because when I finally came back down what I heard and saw made me stop dead in my tracks.