Feeding An Addiction A Three way Street Ch 18
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Scarsdale, New York: Saturday 27th October 2018
As I watched Sue’s tail lights disappear around the corner on that Saturday night, I knew it was going to be a long night. Before, when I’d been walking and thinking about whether to let her to do this, I’d been as sure as I could be that this would be the farewell closure that Sue said she needed. That despite Sue’s love for Francis, after what he’d done there was no real risk that she’d up sticks and head off to Nigeria with the man whose child she was carrying.
But despite this overwhelming confidence I had, I still had excruciating pain in my gut. As I’d walked and thought, my confidence had been overwhelming. As I’d seen her headlights disappear down the street towards Francis, my feelings hadn’t wavered. But now that I knew Sue was actually with Francis, the tiniest of little doubting voices started whispering in my ear.
It was totally irrational, and I pushed it away by remembering all the things we’d talked about and all the things Sue had said. But it wouldn’t entirely go away. It was like a little target, a mile away, that kept smiling at me and ducking as I tried to shoot it. Raising it’s smiling little face just when I thought it had gone away again.
In my mind’s eye, I imagined what the lovers would be doing. How they’d be spending their last planned night together. I imagined Francis slowly and sensuously unbuttoning Sue’s blouse, his face lighting up as he once again feasted on Sue’s large breasts. I imagined Sue savoring the moment as she unzipped Francis’ pants, going down on her knees to worship his over-sized cock once more.
I was concentrating on creating these pictures in my mind when my concentration was interrupted.
“Hey, Pete,” boomed from my phone as I accepted Francis’ FaceTime call. His bruised face filled the screen, his nose covered by a protective covering. “Thanks for everything, Pete. I’m sorry things have turned out like they have. I just thought you’d like to watch Sue and me for one final time.”
The camera pulled back and I could see that Francis was naked, sporting a huge hard-on and standing in the bathroom. He turned the lens to face forward and must have started walking as the lens went up and down, before coming to a rest and showing the bed where Sue was laying on her front, her head on the pillow.
In this position, she’d certainly not seen the camera and I reckoned I’d know whether or not she was aware of the broadcast from how she reacted in the next few minutes.
Francis carried on to the bed and knelt down between Sue’s legs. He reached up and kissed her shoulders, at the same time grasping one of the pillows next to Sue, which he pushed underneath her hips. With her ass now perfectly elevated, he pulled her legs a little wider and started rubbing his big pink cockhead up and down Sue’s love lips.
“Mmmmm,” Sue moaned with instant pleasure.
“Have you missed that, Sue, honey?” his deep voice asked.
“Mmm … yes. You know I have,” came Sue’s gentler and lighter voice.
I could see Francis smile as he pushed forward, sinking the full length and thick girth of his cock all the way into Sue.
“Mmm … baby, that feels so good,” Sue responded to being possessed once again by her lover. “I’d forgotten just how good your cock feels inside me.”
Francis seemed to push a little deeper, going that little bit deeper into Sue’s sweet body.
“Is that good, Sue, baby. Is that what you want?” he teased her.
“Mmm … yes, so good,” before she just moaned and sighed, words not needed and forgotten.
He stayed just like that, not moving, just letting them both enjoy the feel of his cock deep inside her. He brushed her hair aside and kissed her neck and nibbled her ear, making Sue squirm with pleasure. With pleasure and frustration that Francis wasn’t yet fucking her, content just to let her feel his big throbbing cock occupying every inch of her womanhood.
“Please, Francis, I need you to fuck me,” Sue’s need and desperation clear from the tone of her voice.
Francis turned to wink at the camera, before turning to Sue again and withdrawing his cock, now gleaming with Sue’s juices, before in one smooth movement sinking all his fat inches back into Sue’s depths.
“Does that feel good, baby?” he asked again, enjoying his power over Sue and the game he was playing with me.
When he’s heard Sue’s moaned half-answer, he smiled again. “I’m sorry it ended this way, Sue. If ever you and Pete change your mind, you know where I am. And I’ll be back to see my kids.”
With this, Francis was done with the conversation. The initial single stroke of his long thick cock was soon followed by the slow build-up of a steady rhythm of long, deep strokes. Each one making Sue moan and sob more than the one before. He was soon slamming and in and out of Sue, each time making an obscene slapping noise as his groin hit Sue’s beautiful ass at pace. The obscene sound only masked by the moans and cries of my ecstatic wife, her excitement building higher and higher with each stroke of Francis’ big cock. Each stroke making her forget a little bit more of me and our home, making her think a little bit more that she’d soon be parted from her lover. Knowing that he’d take her with him to his Nigerian home in the blink of an eye.
Francis’ hips were like a black blur as he sensed Sue was close, and he carried on powering fast and deep as his ears enjoyed the music of Sue moaning and wailing her way through what we all knew would be the first of many climaxes that night.
Out of love and consideration for my wife, Francis’ muscular thrusts slowed to a gentle jog as he let Sue come down from her high and catch her breath.
When he judged the time was right, he gently turned her over so that they could share tender and emotional kisses. His cock was still hard and glistening, and when Sue started stroking him, he took this as the signal to slowly sink himself back into Sue’s body.
I felt my heart breaking as I saw the loving way that Sue looked up at Francis, even after everything that had happened. He kissed her softly and hoisted her legs up and over his shoulders, which only caused Sue’s smile to increase. In this new position, they barely stopped kissing as Francis fed Sue with a diet of smooth and powerful thrusts, each inward thrust being met by Sue’s hips and a groan of satisfaction.
I reached out and nearly pressed the ‘end call’ icon on my phone, but I couldn’t make myself do it. I watched with my heart in my throat, my body floating on adrenaline and the bittersweet emotions which had been my companions now for so long.
I don’t know if it was because of Francis’ impending departure, but there seemed a deeper and more special connection between them than I’d ever seen before. And it tortured and suffocated me, with that little voice and my fears coming back to the fore as I watched the intimate connection between Francis and Sue.
This wasn’t Francis fucking Sue, it was a couple making love. A baby they’d made sat in Sue’s tummy between them, a physical embodiment of their love.
On and on they moved together, two bodies in harmony and unison, mouths locked together as they locked into one another’s eyes. Until finally Francis’ smile told me that their special moment was once again close, and they increased their pace together until Sue’s legs drew him in one last time and he bellowed his achievement as they came together. Francis shooting his scalding seed into my whimpering wife, accepting his DNA whilst knowing it was no longer needed, as a baby was already growing.
As their bodies slowed and their breathing returned to more normal levels, Francis gave Sue a deep kiss as he lifted his body and lay next to her as they embraced.
“Sue, I’ll always love you. I’m sorry things ended like they did. I only did what I did because I’m head over heels in love with you, and that’s never going to change.”
I knew Sue’s reply before I heard her words, but it didn’t make them any easier to hear. “Francis, I’ll always love you too. I’m sorry, honey. I understand, but I’ll never be able to forget or fully forgive you.”
Francis’ face looked crestfallen and resigned to his fate. Just with a hint of satisfaction that at least he had the rest of the night with Sue.
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Seeing this scene between them, my earlier conviction that I’d done the right thing and that this would give us both closure inched a little closer to the finishing line. That annoying little voice of doubt didn’t appear again. At least not until the early hours of the morning.
By then Francis had turned off the video feed and I was left only with my imagination and my fears. I’d just drifted off when I received a text from Sue.
Can you meet us at the airport at six in the morning?
I received the text at five and immediately it started all kinds of panic in my brain. When I’d agreed to Sue going to see Francis for one more time, I’d known she’d spend the night. But we’d not discussed at all whether she’d go with him to the airport to send him on his way. I cursed myself for this lack of foresight and planning. Because having not talked about it, reading Sue’s message immediately started a last-minute terror.
Had Francis persuaded her that she should join him in Africa? Had Sue been turned by the base biological drive that she should be next to the father of her child? My earlier certainty seemed a long way away as I showered and dressed as fast as is humanly possible, racing across town in a way that might have had me lose my license.
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What greeted me at JFK was the sweetest sight I ever did see. Or maybe the third sweetest. As I ran into the departure area, standing there just this side of the barriers was Sue.
And she was standing alone.
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Epilogue: Scarsdale, Tuesday 26th March 2019
“Come on, old man, it’s your turn. Don’t plead old age, it’s your turn to get the drinks.”
Motherhood hadn’t softened Grace and her sense of sarcasm any. I’d been the whipping boy for anything the ladies needed getting from the house, as the four of us sat well wrapped up in the garden. Enjoying the sharp chill of the sunny day. I guess they had an excuse, with their swollen tummies and milk-laden breasts. But I don’t know what the excuse of that lazy British scientist was. With his gawky six-foot-seven frame what took me ten paces, he could have done in five. Lazy Brits, when will they learn? Maybe it was something to do with not wanting to stop snuggling up to his baby mama, now just ten days short of her due by date.
It warmed my heart when I saw just how radiant Grace looked, a look nearly matched when I looked across at James and the loving way, he looked at Grace when he thought no-one was looking. They really were chalk and cheese, but I knew in my bones that their relationship would go the distance. The baby they’d made, however adverse the initial circumstances had been, was a truly lucky little boy.
And young James wasn’t the only one enjoying the Spring day with a proprietorial hand on his woman’s belly. The DNA inside Sue’s tummy might not have been mine, but ninety-nine percent of me really didn’t care. I loved Sue and knew how this new infant would be a blessing to both of us. Sue was looking just as radiant as Grace, truly blooming. Not caring about morning sickness or painful, swollen ankles. She was going to be a mummy again, and after everything she had the man next to her who she knew was the best father in the world for her little girl.
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