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Scarsdale, NY: Friday 30th June 2017

2015 and 2016.  Surviving, growing.  A couple together

They often say when people push through and survive a crisis they’re closer than they were before.  The whole experience of working together to overcome a challenge melding and forging you closer and stronger than you were before.  Sue and I had often talked about it and certainly, that’s how we felt having survived the whole situation with Brandon.

We’d had our fair share of pain, guilt, and recriminations as we’d put our lives back together after the near-death experience of Sue’s brief and traumatic affair with Brandon.  The affair had come out of our joint stupidity and careless risk-taking. It had nearly cost us our love and marriage.

The affair had taken place back in April 2015 and it had taken Sue and me most of the rest of 2015 to get back into a good place.  We’d both had a lot of guilt, anger, and pain to work through.  But finally, by the end of 2015, Sue and I had rebuilt trust and dealt with any lingering and unresolved feelings.

More happily, 2016 was a good year for us.  We were closer as a couple.  People who’ve survived a near-death experience often say that they have a renewed hunger and zest for life.  That colors look brighter and that they savor even the smallest details.  Things which before they’d have not noticed or been blasé about suddenly becoming things they notice and treasure.  They enjoy every little moment and life pleasure, aware they had been a hair’s breadth away from a full stop that would have terminated even these small pleasures.

That was Sue and me in 2016.  Like a couple who’d shared some horrific joint car crash.  Or some enormous cardiac arrest, but survived to tell the tale and to savor the things we’d so nearly lost. Sure, we most definitely still had the scars from the Brandon experience.  But we had a new energy and a new determination to enjoy each other and our shared love.

We both took several chunks of unpaid leave. We did a bunch of things together that we’d always promised ourselves we’d do one day.  But had always put off, thinking they could wait until tomorrow.  2015 and Brandon had tutored us against such complacency. 

We’d learned that a car wreck, a heart attack or maybe our own stupidity might deprive us of that fabled tomorrow.  2016 was our ‘Carpe Diem’ year, as we lived for the day.  We traveled widely, visiting the Andes and Sue’s dream destination of Venice and a bunch of other places.  We were also more disciplined about work time encroaching into the time we needed for us as a couple.  We even started several shared hobbies together as we grasped life with both hands.  Although the world of ballroom dancing in New York wasn’t as kind to me as it might have been.  After twice-weekly dance classes for six months, I’d developed a new respect for the celebrities who risk weekly humiliation on ‘Dancing with the Stars’.

2017 continued on this upward trajectory and Sue and I felt closer together than we’d ever done before.  We weren’t the young, immature couple who’d fallen in love in our younger years.  That love was magical and special.  And the love we’d had before ‘The Brandon Incident’ had been deep and wonderful and had been the foundation of our lives in our thirties and forties.  But all too often, on a day-to-day basis, our love had been just one corner of the triangle that was our daily lives.  Like a triangular menu.  Mix one part ‘us’ to one part ‘work’ to one part ‘parents’. The three all in balance, all too often meaning we were a bit too complacent and negligent of our love.

As 2016 continued into 2017, all of this was gone. We were two mature people who knew from the moment we woke to the moment we slept that we wanted to put our love at the center of our daily lives.  We didn’t always achieve this.  But we tried our damnedest and grew closer and more in love with every day and week.  It might sound corny, but in my mind, I saw two vines or two creepers coiling around each other as we grew together.  It’s only a picture, but that’s how Sue and I thought of each other.

We were closer than we’d ever been, but that’s not to say we didn’t still carry the scars and memories of what had happened with Brandon.  And largely because of this, neither I nor Sue had any thoughts or inclinations towards sharing or an open marriage.  The common saying is ‘once bitten, twice shy.’  Sue and I talked about it, joking that for us it felt more like ‘once bitten, forever shy.’

We didn’t know it at the time, but as we waited for the plane that June morning, although we might not have had any residual interest in an open marriage, fate seemed to have other ideas

Homecoming and a new house guest

Even after twenty-five years together, the feeling of my arms wrapped around Sue’s waist felt as good as when we were young and the world was a simpler place.  Sue half turned her head and smiled softly, pushing back slightly into my body.

I squeezed Sue’s waist just a little tighter, smiling as I anticipated an evening to excite the soul and body, making love and loving the woman who was my life.

Dismissing me with a tender kiss, a raised eyebrow, and one teasing word, ‘later’, Sue turned to scan the arrivals hall at JFK.

I hope it doesn’t sound patronizing, but I think only a parent or grandparent can understand how we felt, as we waited to welcome Donovan back at the end of his three-year degree in the UK.  He’d be with us for the next month and we knew it would be a magical time. 

He’d left as a teenager and returned a young man.  A young man of whom we were immensely proud and whose presence with us made our hearts soar with an indescribable mixture of emotions.

Brought up in a religious home, I’d never really bought into much of the Bible.  Too much ‘begating’, ‘smiting and smoting’ and ‘thees and thous.’  But I remember the first time I’d held Donovan in my arms.  The first time I’d stilled his tears, and how in those moments I’d understood a father’s love and the core of what my parents had tried to teach me.

And even as I hugged this returning young man, I was hard pressed not to cry with joy.  But that’s not a father’s way, so instead as Sue’s eyes filled with tears, I did what dads the world over do.

“What kind of time do you call this?  I can see three years hasn’t improved your time keeping any.”

Fifteen-love, offspring to serve.

“You’re a Brit, Dad.  You know how it is, everything moves a bit slower over there.  Hell, it was only last year they got inside plumbing in your old college.  I thought, if I was a little bit late it would remind you of home.”

He might be a young man now, but he still had the smart mouth of a teenager.  One bear-hug later and I followed his mother with wet eyes.

Donovan released me from his hug and turned to his companion.

“See, I told you, James.  He’s gone soft.  Not even a hint of a stiff-upper-lip.  I think it’s too late for him.”

Smiling at my son’s joke, I shook James by the hand.

“Great to see you again, James.”

I knew Donovan’s best friend well enough to greet him with a hug, but as James was a gawky six-foot-seven physics prodigy it seemed easier to shake him by the hand.

James and Donovan had bonded during their first semester and had soon become best friends.  They were living proof of the adage that opposites attract.  Donovan had the easy charm of a handsome young man blessed with both academic and sporting talents.  James had the social awkwardness of someone who felt ill at ease in his spindly six-foot, seven frame - and who was too bright to easily slide in and out of friendship groups.  Even within the rarified atmosphere of Oxford, he was well known and super-bright. 

He’d been heading for a fellowship at the prestigious All Souls college until his love-life had exploded and sent him spinning off to Princeton, as a way of putting some distance between himself and the source of his pain.  A second-year Physics major called Phoebe.

James had visited with us a couple of times before, and at Donovan’s request would be staying with us for the month that Donovan was here, so that our son could help him find his feet in the strange land that was New York.

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The month of July 2017 was a wonderful time.  I used my seniority to ensure that others did the traveling required in my firm, and so the four of us spent a great month together.  In August, Donovan would be heading off traveling and doing some NGO-type work before returning to the UK to start a Doctorate.  So Sue and I were determined to make the most of having him home for four solid weeks. 

The only one in our little gang who didn’t have a great month was my liver.  With two students in the house, there were too many late nights / early mornings as I re-lived my youth.  Staying up well into the early hours. Drinking and putting the world to rights.  Sue was smarter than that, and would normally leave us just before midnight, teasing me the next day that she’d need to check my liver in for rehab when Donovan left.

As well as the late night drinking and philosophizing, we took the opportunity to show James some of the city sights and ended up with many great memories and anecdotes.  With his six-foot-seven pipe-cleaner frame and loud upper-class English accent, James attracted plenty of attention from locals on the subway and in the various places we took him. But he was good company and he became the fourth member of our happy little band of brothers.

James had stayed with us a couple of times before and on each occasion, it had been pretty obvious that he had a bit of a crush on Sue.  We’d always brought Donovan up to be open about relationships and most things in life, and being an observant young man he’d gently teased James about his crush on his mum.  James had led a very sheltered life, attending an all-boys school and with no sisters, so coming into contact with my beautiful wife it wasn’t that surprising that he’d developed this crush on Sue.

We’d first met James a couple of years back at the end of Donovan’s first year, and back then he’d been even more awkward around Sue.  Since then, his year-long relationship with the girl who’d just dumped him had helped him become more comfortable around girls and women. But even after this relationship, the doe-eyed way he sometimes looked at Sue was amusing and sweet.

A couple of weeks after arriving, James and Donovan started looking for places for James to live but they didn’t find anywhere that James really liked and that was within his budget.  After ten days of unsuccessful searching, Donovan had a quiet word one evening and asked his mother and me what we thought of the idea of James staying with us, instead of finding his own place.

We talked it through, and it came out that Donovan was worried about his friend on a number of levels.  He said that James tried his best to hide it, but he was really still very depressed about his failed relationship with Phoebe, who’d dumped him for another guy.  Added to this, Donovan was worried that as James wasn’t great at making new friends he’d end up lonely and this was compound his depression over Phoebe.

Donovan said he’d understand if we said no, but he’d be a lot less anxious about his friend if we let him stay with us.  At least until he’d made some friends.  As soon as Donovan had made the suggestion, it seemed a bit of a no-brainer.  Both Sue and I enjoyed having James around the place.  He was an interesting guy to talk to. He partly filled a ‘Donovan shaped hole’ in our home and was always considerate and unobtrusive.  The moment I looked across at Sue, we both knew we liked the idea. The next day Donovan spoke to James and it was all agreed.

Out of little acorns

Donovan headed off on his travels at the end of July and inevitably both Sue and I got to know James better now that there were just the three of us in the house.

Despite the two-year-old little crush James had on Sue, the whole set-up was nothing but platonic at first.  I’d often come home from work and find Sue and James sat in the kitchen drinking coffee and discussing something or other.  Their conversations were many and varied.  Like many super-bright people, James was actually very modest and humble about what he knew and had a real passion and ability for sharing it.  Sometimes I’d find him trying to explain various pieces of complex physics to Sue.  Other times I’d find him telling her about ancient civilizations.  The young man was a virtual walking encyclopedia.

As Sue and he became better friends if anything his crush seemed to reduce as he got to know Sue better as a person, and thought less about her as a woman.  With their budding friendship, Sue also helped him to talk about and come to terms with his heartbreak over Phoebe.

Whenever I’d see them talking, I felt really happy about things.  I knew that Sue still missed having Donovan around and James seemed the perfect antidote.  Part Donovan substitute and part younger brother for Sue.

But totally by chance, early in September a couple of things happened that changed Sue and James’ relationship from platonic to something that was totally different.

It all started one Friday evening when the three of us were sitting around chatting and enjoying an end of week drink.  I forget whether it was James or myself, but one of us had brought up the subject of different nationalities and how they had very different attitudes toward sex and affairs.  I’d used the example of France, where affairs and marital unfaithfulness is more accepted, and James had mentioned how the British in Victorian times kept up a very moral and proper façade. And then did all sorts behind that façade. Sue had giggled while James regaled her with tales of Victorian Prime Ministers who befriended prostitutes or had extensive collections of early pornography.

The topic had then drifted on to where America fitted in this spectrum.  Were they at the French end, or the British end, or somewhere altogether different.  The three of us tried to make up our minds.  After all, America had given the world Playboy and Hugh Heffner, the sexual revolution in the seventies and the swinger movement.

It was Sue who’d mentioned the swinger movement, and something changed in James expression as Sue said this. Sue and I both looked at each other and had the same thought.  You see, after we’d managed to recover sufficiently from what happened with Brandon, we’d felt it right to share an edited version of what had happened with our son.  Of course, we were tempted to say nothing.  But we reasoned that we’d never want him finding out from someone else, and so we thought we’d better tell him ourselves.  We’d told him about both Francis and Brandon, and after his initial surprise, he’d taken it quite well.  As I said earlier, we’d always had an open relationship with him about sex and relationships as he grew up. And I guess this made it easier.

But seeing the look on James’ face, Sue and I both came to the same conclusion.  That Donovan must have shared the news with his best friend.  That his staid and conventional parents had experienced the briefest of forays into the world of swinging.

One of James’ more appealing features is that there is no guile or cunning in him. What you see is what you get.  The moment he saw Sue and I glance at each other, he colored up with a deep blush.  At first, he was unable to speak, before finally finding his tongue.

He couldn’t decide which of us to look at, as his head flicked between the two of us in a fair imitation of a nervous tick.  Our guileless young friend didn’t have it in him to bluff or stall.

“Oh dear, I seem to have let the cat out of the bag,” he stammered.  “I’m afraid I’ve not got much of a poker face.”

Despite my own embarrassment, I suddenly felt a wave of pity for James.  Although blessed with a prodigious intellect, the simple things in life were obviously sometimes beyond him.  I was about to say something to put him at ease, but Sue beat me to it.

“It’s okay, James honey.  We’re not offended.  If Donovan felt a need to talk to someone about it, we’re glad he chose you, someone who’s so discreet and not going to gossip and blab.”

Hearing Sue’s words and seeing her smile, and realizing we weren’t about to kick him out on his ear, James started to relax.  But James being James, blessed with an infinite inquisitiveness and zero social skills, now that he was relaxed soon started peppering Sue and me with numerous questions about our swinging experiences.

At first, it felt strange answering his questions, but as the questions went on it felt less and less strange.  It felt like we were talking about another couple, in an altogether different time.  As our story reached its climax and Sue told the part about how I trapped and punished Brandon, it was actually quite sweet watching him.  James was sat on the edge of his seat just like a child watching the last reel of a movie, waiting to see if the baddie escapes or justice is served.

When our story was done, James had a look of indignation on his face, declaring that he’d love to meet Brandon so he could give him ‘a good piece of his mind’.  Sue smiled at me, no doubt enjoying the thought of her knight in shining armor, all six-foot, seven of his string bean machismo confronting Brandon.

The next day was a scorcher and as we had nothing particular planned for that Saturday, we ended up just lounging around the pool.  James wasn’t much of a pool or beach type, as you might expect from a pasty white British physicist.  And it took some encouragement from Sue for him to finally join us in the pool.  He tried all kinds of excuses, including a lack of trunks.  But Sue can be very competitive, and she started to see it as a bit of a game, and one she was determined to win.  As the two of them continued to bicker, I smiled to myself, knowing that poor James had met his match.  English shyness and reserve versus a the stubbornness of my New York wife and operating room nurse. 

There was only ever going to be one winner. Looking at my watch, I gave him ten minutes.

Six and a half minutes later, a rather awkward bean-pole was gingerly stepping his way across the hot paving stones by our pool, looking rather uneasy and embarrassed in a borrowed pair of my trunks.  It was like watching one of those nature documentaries, he looked for all the world like some human giraffe hybrid.

But while Sue and I smiled at one another as we observed his humorous movements, what really caught our attention was the size and shape of the bulge in his borrowed trunks.  It looked for all the world that he had one of those large curled German Bratwurst sausages tucked away down there.  They say there’s little correlation between height and penis size, but in James’ case, he seemed to be the exception that proved the rule.

Both Sue and I were careful not to stare, but as I looked across at Sue I could tell from her expression she’d noticed the size of James’ cock, just as I had.

Nothing more of note happened during the rest of that afternoon and evening as we all just enjoyed chilling by the pool, but that night in bed Sue was especially frisky and affectionate.  After we’d made love, I toyed with saying something, but thought it more fun to wait for Sue to raise the subject.

I wasn’t disappointed.  It was barely five minutes after we’d finished making love that I felt Sue’s hand stroking my limp cock as she moved the topic back to what we’d seen poolside.

“Who’d have thought such an awkward young man would be so blessed in his physical attributes?” my wife said, almost laughing as she said it.

“Yeah, there’s no justice in the world.  A huge brain and a huge dick.  That’s just plain unfair.”

“Oh, my poor darling, not jealous are you?” Sue giggled.  “Don’t feel threatened honey, my philandering days are behind me.  I’m a good girl now.  I learned my lesson, and I’m happy with what I have at home.”  This last comment was accompanied by a playful squeeze of my little man, spent and sticky from his recent efforts.

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Sue was true to her word.  In the coming days, her friendship with James continued but I saw no real change in the attitude of either of them.  It still seemed a platonic friendship in every way.

No, the change that had occurred wasn’t in Sue or James.  It was in me, in my mind.  The best way I can explain it was that it was like a switch had been flicked.  After everything that had happened with Brandon, I’d not thought about the idea of sharing Sue at all.  Our love life was great, and we were closer than ever.  But there was no talk of other men and no role-playing with the toys we’d used before.  Having had such a painful experience with Brandon, in my mind there was nothing sexy about sharing Sue. 

Quite the opposite.  Two and a half years on after all the pain with Brandon, the thought of sharing her just made me think back to the anguish and hurt I’d endured and the dangers we’d narrowly avoided.

But what we’d discovered about James had in one single moment changed that dynamic.  Knowing that there was this big-cocked ‘man-child’ in our house had re-kindled an ember within my sexuality. I’d thought it dead or extinguished, but that ember to share Sue was barely visible but just about alive.  And now it had been re-kindled. Knowing that this young man living in our house was very well-endowed and had a crush on Sue for two years only added fuel to this ember.  The thoughts that were slowly starting to percolate in my head.

Looking back later, I think it was the whole ‘opposite-ness’ of James that allowed these thoughts to grow and take root.  He was the very opposite of Brandon, and to a lesser extent Francis.  While Brandon was black, a caricature of masculinity and predatory in nature – James was the polar opposite.  White, erudite and other-worldly rather than masculine and virile. There wasn’t an evil or malicious bone in his body.  And in all honesty, until we’d seen that over-sized bulge in his shorts, I don’t think either Sue or I thought of him much as a sexual being.

But after the discussions about swinging and seeing the size of his bulge a switch had been tripped in my brain. Those embers, dormant for two and a half years, were being fanned back to life, just when I thought they were dead. A part of me tried to fight the ideas, forcing myself to stop whenever thoughts of Sue and James together started entering my head.  But it was no good, all too often I’d be weak and give-in, allowing myself the pleasure of day-dreaming and fantasizing about watching the two of them together.

Of course, it could have stayed just like that.  An enjoyable and secret fantasy that was just a harmless thought in my head.  But inevitably after a few days, Sue spotted and called out the change in my attitude.

We were snuggled together one night sharing that special post-sex closeness when she raised the issue.

“Pete, honey, am I imagining it or has something changed?  It’s like sometimes I catch you looking at me and James in a strange way when we’re sat talking.  Like the way you sometimes used to look at me and Francis.  Tell me, honey, am I imagining it, or has something changed?”

Sue was smiling gently at me as she asked her question, but I found myself blushing and realized that even if I’d wanted to I couldn’t hide the truth from her.  She knew me too well and could always read me like a book.

With a deep sigh, I started telling her what was going on in my mind.

“I’m sorry honey.  I should have said something earlier.  But honestly, it’s taken me totally by surprise and I’m pretty bemused and confused myself.  I didn’t really know what to tell you. I haven’t even worked out what I think and feel myself yet.”

Sue looked at me lovingly and I was hugely relieved to see she wasn’t upset or angry with me.  We were in a great place and I’d have been heart-broken if these embers from my former addiction had started us back in a downward track.

“Truth be told ever since the other weekend I’ve been thinking of him a little bit differently as well,” Sue confessed with a slight look of embarrassment on her face.

Hearing Sue’s confession made me feel a little better and less guilty about my own thoughts.  But for the first time in two and a half years, I felt that familiar electric buzz surge through my body, two parts excitement and anticipation for two parts fear and worry.

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Despite these feelings, that night we didn’t make any big decisions or really discuss it any further.  But something had changed for both of us after this discussion. 

For me, I found my thoughts and fantasies about Sue and James becoming more frequent and stronger.  It was as if Sue and my discussion had at some level given me permission to enjoy these thoughts and not feel guilty about them.

And as far as Sue was concerned, our conversation seemed to have freed her up to start some gentle flirting with James.  At first, I wasn’t sure if I was imagining this.  But any doubts I had soon disappeared.  When I’d catch Sue flirting with him, the cheeky way Sue would look at me afterward confirmed she knew I’d spotted the flirting, with her impish grin signaling that she wasn’t hiding anything from me.

Given that twice before we’d moved from the realms of fantasy into reality, it wasn’t long before my fertile imagination was considering the question of whether we should make a third foray into Sue sleeping with another man.

As soon as these thoughts started going through my brain I became a man torn and tormented by mixed feelings.  Having tasted the excitement twice before, I knew the sweet highs of what I was considering.  But even as I recalled how I’d enjoyed these highs, I recalled the terrible pain I’d felt through most of our experiences with Brandon.

Before, with both Francis and Brandon, my addiction had been so strong that I’d intentionally and deliberately pushed things forward in a very pre-meditated way.  But my memories of the pain and despair I’d felt with Brandon were strong enough to keep this part of me in check, and I made no intentional move to push things forward.

Fate takes a hand, the demon alcohol

But sometimes fate takes a hand.  And although I didn’t make any conscious move to share Sue with James, events conspired so that James did indeed become Sue’s third extra-marital lover.

And as so often happens when people end up doing things they don’t intend, booze played a major part.  It was a Friday night in the middle of October that the demon drink acted as the midwife to James and Sue becoming lovers.

By chance all three of us had experienced pretty stressful weeks.  I’d lost a major account at work to a competitor. James’s research had suffered a knock-back. Worst of all Sue had lost a patient at work during a particularly difficult surgical procedure.

Not surprisingly, all three of us were knocking the booze back through dinner and afterward.  And as often happens, alcohol started loosening tongues and pushing all three of us to do and say things we’d probably not have done or said otherwise.

It was Sue who without realizing it kick-started developments, asking James, “So, James honey, is there any sign of a replacement for Phoebe on the horizon?  I know how some of the girls love that British accent of yours.”

True to form, James immediately started blushing like there was no tomorrow.  Open and with zero social filters at the best of times, with most of a bottle of wine in him he was open to the point of embarrassment.

“No, more’s the pity.  And I don’t mind admitting I’m getting pretty frustrated.  Phoebe and I used to make love at least once or twice a day, and now all I’ve got for company is my right hand and some Kleenex.”

Sue giggled at James’ blunt confession, and before she’d realized what she’d said had blurted out, “Well maybe, as a nurse I should help you out with your urgent condition. After all, we wouldn’t want the future of science handicapped by a strained right arm or hand blisters!”

We all hooted with laughter, and I honestly didn’t know whether Sue had meant it as a serious suggestion or not, but evidently, James in his inebriated state was taking Sue’s offer literally.

“That would be wonderful, Sue. It would certainly help me concentrate on my work,” he said with a perfectly straight face, before turning to me.  “Pete, would that be ok with you, if you shared Sue with me like you shared her with Francis and Brandon?”

Young James really wasn’t very subtle.  But in his direct and drunk way, he’d put the cat amongst the pigeons.  Before I’d had a chance to recover from my shook and respond to his question, Sue spoke up.

“James honey, I didn’t mean that I’d have sex with you.  I meant that I could maybe give you a little bit of hand relief maybe, if it was okay with Pete.”

James pulled a face that showed his embarrassment at his mistake, but at the same time, he didn’t fully step back.

 “Oh, silly me.  Sorry, I hope I didn’t cause any offense,” he grimaced. “But even that would be wonderful.  How’s about it, Pete?  Would that be okay with you?  It would really help me out, and Sue seems up for it.”

Before it had just been James looking at me as he asked his first question.  But this time, I really felt put on the spot as Sue was now also looking at me. And from her expression, I had little doubt that she wanted me to say yes to James’ request.

Damn.  I’d wanted the evening to be a relaxing one where we could all unwind from the week’s stresses and pressure.  But here I was, put on the spot by a chance conversation.  In my gut, I sensed that whatever my answer was might open up a whole Pandora’s box, and being half cut with booze didn’t feel the best place to be to make such a major decision.

I don’t know if it was the booze talking, or if it was something lain dormant since Brandon, but it was Sue who took the next step as I hesitated, torn in two directions.

“How about I give you both a hand job?  That seems fair doesn’t it?” Sue suggested with a grin, somewhere halfway between innocent and mischievous. “Why don’t both of my boys drop their pants and the nurse can start the treatment.”

James needed little encouragement, and before I could do or say anything I heard the sound of a belt unbuckling and watched as he dropped his pants and boxers. Sue and I both looked at his long, thick cock – hanging there limp between his legs.

Of course Sue and I both knew that he was well endowed after seeing him in trunks in September, but nonetheless, this was our first time to see the true size of his uncovered cock.

“Oh, James honey, you are a lucky boy aren’t you.  A huge brain and a huge cock.  Phoebe must have been mad to give you up,” Sue cooed appreciatively.

James grinned, and for the first time, I saw a look of sexual confidence in this otherwise awkward young man.  “Well, I’ve not had any complaints so far.  When we split up, Phoebe told me she’d miss ‘Little Jim’ as she called him.”

Sue giggled.  “I’m not sure ‘Little Jim’ is so appropriate honey.  But I guess her loss is my gain.”

And then Sue looked over at me.  “Pete, honey, aren’t you going to join the fun and drop your pants.  After all, I’ve got two hands you know.”

I felt myself blushing, self-conscious at the thought of revealing my much smaller cock in the company of this well-endowed young man.

The alcohol was really well and truly in control of events now, as Sue reached over and kissed me on the cheek as she started unbuckling my belt for me.  A few seconds later, she’d finished her work and like James I was standing semi-naked with my cock on display, thinking that the nickname ‘little Pete’ would be fitting in comparison to our young houseguest.

Sue was now well and truly in control of events as she directed James and me to stand in front of the sofa facing each other.  She then placed a cushion on the floor and knelt between us. Whilst she worked me with her left hand, she used her right hand to stroke James’ rapidly hardening cock up and down.

With all of the alcohol coursing through my brain my mind felt fogged up and I felt like an observer looking in on events, rather than someone involved and in any way in control.

As Sue’s hands worked James and me with a cool and effective medical precision, a wicked grin appeared on Sue’s face.

“I tell you what.  Why don’t we make it interesting?  The last one to cum gets to fuck me?”

Sue was looking at me as she made this suggestion, and in my semi-drunken state, I found myself unable to answer her, either with a yes or a no, and she interpreted this as a green light.

“That’s settled then.  First one to cum has to stay here while me and the last man standing head upstairs for some fun and games.”

I looked across at James as Sue’s words echoed around my booze-soaked and dulled brain, and I saw in his face a determination that he wouldn’t be the one to cum first.

With an evil grin on her face, Sue seemed to increase the speed with which her hands moved up and down our cocks.  Of course, by now both James and I were fully erect, and I judged that the young Englishman’s cock was about twice as thick and twice as long as my meager tool.

With this thought somehow amping up my masochistic pleasure nodes, I started to feel that familiar tingling in my cock, signaling my impending orgasm.  I gritted my teeth, desperately trying to put off my climax, but it was no good as I felt my juices surging up my cock as they shot out in a spurt all over the rings on Sue’s left hand.

As she slowed her hand movement and gently squeezed the last of my seed out, she smiled up at me impishly.  “Oh dear, I felt sure you’d win honey.  After all, James hasn’t been with a girl in many months.”

I don’t know if Sue expected me to say anything, but I was totally lost for words.  If I’d been sober it might have been different.  But as it was, I felt like a looker-on as I looked into Sue’s smiling face.

“Are you okay with this, honey?” Sue asked as she got up from her knees and put her face close to mine.

There was a nervous yet excited look about her as Sue asked me her question.  James moved closer to Sue and took my wife’s hand from his cock and held it as if he was about to lead her upstairs to bed.  Sue turned to him, “Hang on a minute, James.  I need to know if Pete’s okay with this.”

Sue looked deep into my eyes, both of her hands now grasping my hands.  I was at a huge crossroads.  We’d been down this road before and I felt myself start to shake with a terrible mixture of anticipation and fear.  These last few weeks I’d been thinking more and more about the idea of Sue going with James, and all of the excitement and fears this triggered.  But now we were at the crossroads I was paralyzed by indecision.

“Honey, what do you want to do?” Sue asked in a quiet and gentle voice, squeezing my hand softly to try and get some kind of response from me.  Sue patiently looked deep into my eyes, giving me time and space, but I was still unable to answer.

She must have waited five or ten seconds for the answer that wouldn’t come, and then finally she turned to James with a disarming and almost apologetic look.

“Sorry, James honey.  I don’t think we should do this if we’re not sure.”

Of course, by ‘we’ she meant ‘me’.  I could see from Sue’s face that she wanted to go upstairs with this well-hung young man.  Suddenly, I was overcome by a wave of guilt and love.  Maybe this mix wasn’t the best set of motives for a decision, but these were the emotions that drove me to finally speak.  Giving Sue the permission her face told me she wanted.

“No, it’s okay.  I’m okay with the two of you going upstairs.”

It was like something had been unleashed inside me, as I was finally able to speak and share my feelings.

“It’s okay, Sue honey.  The two of you go upstairs and enjoy yourself.  It’s going to be okay honey.  I’m sure of it.  James is no Brandon.  Go upstairs and have fun.  I want you to.  It makes me excited, thinking about you and James and his big cock.”

It was almost funny, how quickly our roles had reversed, with Sue’s look of need and desire now replaced by a look of nervous concern and worry.

 “Are you sure, honey?” she asked, again squeezing my hand.

I took a deep breath and gave Sue a final encouragement and green light.  “Yes, I’m sure, honey.  Maybe James coming to stay was fate.  He’s a good guy and his cock’s as big as Francis and Brandon.  Maybe even a bit bigger.  I love you, sweetheart, and I want this for you.  I promise you I’ll enjoy it.  And I want you to have a big cock again.  I know you’ve missed it.”

There were a few isolated tears of love and joy in Sue’s beautiful green eyes as she held my hands and listened to my words, dispelling any lingering doubts she had.

“I love you, Pete honey.  Thanks for being such a wonderful husband.  If you change your mind or it’s too much, just tell me and we’ll stop, baby.”

And with that Sue kissed me softly and our eyes were locked together as we understood the intensity and significance of the game we were once again about to play.  The dice we were about to roll.  Both of us desperately hoping that it would be third time lucky.

Sue gave me a final kiss and let go of my hands as she turned and took James and led him by the hand up the stairs to bed. 

As I saw them disappear upstairs to become lovers, my eye fell on the calendar embedded within our wall clock.  Friday the thirteenth of October.

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JFK Airport, New York: 21:00 Wednesday 3rd January 2018“Hurry up, honey,” Sue shouted over her shoulder as she scurried towards the departure area.“If you don’t hurry up …” before her words trailed off as she bumped into someone coming in the opposite direction.Working out how to respond to Francis’ proposition about accompanying him to Nigeria had been a really hard call. He was a good friend and we knew he was hurting and needed the support of his friends. Thinking it through and coming to a...

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Scarsdale, New York: Saturday 22nd September 2018How had it come to this? Just a few hours ago I’d been spooning and making love to my wonderful wife. Declaring my love to her as she told me she’d always love me. And now, just a few hours later, she was gone. Nowhere to be seen in the house. Replaced instead by an envelope on her pillow, on a pristine and perfectly made bed.Back in 2015, we’d pulled the plug after a weekend of fun with Francis, thinking better of it. We’d survived the horror...

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Have you ever been addicted to something? I mean really addicted, like when you have an overpowering need to experience something that you know is good. When you want it so much that you risk the pleasure it brings, transforming from a moderate indulgence into craving it. Even when logically, you know you risk destroying it for good, but you just can’t help yourself. For me, my addiction is you. I have an overpowering lust for you. Lust, it’s a strange beast. Sometimes it can sneak up on you...

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