Feeding An Addiction Part 2: Ch 11 free porn video

Scarsdale, New York: Monday 12th February 2018

I slept fitfully that Sunday night, waking a couple of times to a mind full of thoughts about Sue and Francis. The thoughts were a swirling mixture of arousal and worry. I loved the thought of my beautiful wife together in bed with her big African lover. But at the same time, I never totally escaped the fears and worries about where this might lead. Playing with matches were the words in my head.

During my two spells of insomnia, I thought back to the sights and sounds I’d enjoyed of Sue and Francis making love in Nigeria, when I’d peeked through the door or eavesdropped from the balcony. If I closed my eyes and concentrated, I could recreate the images and sounds of their passionate love-making. My mind conjuring a blurry picture of Francis’ black ass pumping up and down between Sue’s legs, pushed as far apart as possible, to get her man as deep as possible.

Or remembered images of Sue sat bolt upright and proud, riding his big dick for all she was worth, her tits bouncing up and down like alluring beanbags just waiting for Francis’ touch or mouth. Or shadowy images recalled of Sue being ridden hard from behind, loving every moment as her moans and cries told me the full extent of her pleasure.

But these memories and blurry images weren’t enough for me and I resorted to turning the TV on and playing back some of the FaceTime calls I’d received during Sue’s weekend with her three young admirers. Thinking of her with them wasn’t as exciting as thinking of her and Francis. But at least I had video footage of that weekend, which I excitedly watched as I took myself in hand. Until finally spent I was able to sleep again.

At work on Monday, I was pretty tired after my disturbed night. Lots of coffee and chocolate just about got me to the end of the day. A day often interrupted by thoughts of Sue and Francis. The thoughts being the customary double-sided coin that had become such an intrinsic part of my life these last four months.

The afternoon seemed to really drag. I was so keenly awaiting the moment I could head home and be reunited with Sue. I let my mind wander with all kinds of flights of fancy on what our reunion would be like. We’d only been apart a day and a half, but more than once I closed my eyes and imagined standing at home with Sue’s arms wrapped around my neck as we looked tenderly into each other’s eyes.

I imagined slipping my cock smoothly into her pussy and the sweet joys of making love to her, followed by the bittersweet pleasures of hearing all of the grisly details of her day and a half with Francis. As she told me how good he was and how special their time together was. A strychnine and sugar cocktail I knew I’d insist she pour out for me as I’d get her to describe in detail their time together.

Sometimes the clock in my office seemed to move with the pace of a sclerotic tortoise. At other times just a tortoise with a walking-stick and hip replacement. But, finally five p.m. arrived and I raced home, hoping to find Sue already there. I got there just after six. Immediately I felt deflated and letdown. There was no sign of Sue.

She normally gets in between around six and so there was a fair chance she was just stuck in traffic or had been delayed a little at the hospital. But of course, my testosterone-soaked brain started picturing her delayed at the hospital, getting a good fucking from Francis behind his locked office door. As I imagined such a scene, I wondered to myself whether such cavorting was within the spirit of what we’d agreed. Monday night she should be home with me, as it was one of the nights, she’d be with me as she split her time between us this coming week.

My idle musings were interrupted by the sound of Sue turning in to our drive, and I felt perplexed at my own feelings. I was delighted to see Sue, but I couldn’t deny there was a small sick part of me that was disappointed that she’d not snuck off for a quickie with Francis.

But this sick little thought was pushed way to the back of my mind as my heart leaped with joy as Sue stepped through the front door. I felt a wave of happiness roll over me as I realized I had Sue all to myself for the rest of the day.

Almost the instant she walked through the door, I wrapped her in my arms and kissed her deeply, as if my very life depended on it.

“Wow, if that’s the welcome home I get, maybe I should stay away with Francis more often?” I knew she was only joking, but her words caused my cock to harden, just as the ball in my stomach seemed to double in size.

“Sorry, honey. I was only joking,” she corrected herself, having immediately spotted the change in my expression. From happy Pete to nervous Pete.

“Forgiven,” I smiled weakly at her, happy Pete now back in residence. We kissed again and then just gazed into each other’s eyes, both loving the moment. I knew the last day and a half had been harder on me than Sue, but I could also see in her face Sue was glad to be home.

“I love you, honey. I’m so glad you’re home.” She could see it written on my face but I felt a burning need to tell Sue how much I’d missed her and how much having her back meant to me. In the simplest language, it was my life-support system, nothing less.

“Me too. Thanks for letting me spend time with Francis. It means a lot to him at the moment,” Sue’s expression showing her raw feelings and emotions for both of her men.

I couldn’t resist the hanging thread that her expression showed. “And not just him, baby. I think it means a lot to you as well.”

My tone and expression weren’t accusing, it was conciliatory. A kindly professor rounding out his student’s sentence. Adding the missing clause.

Sue smiled. She took my comment in the spirit I’d intended. “Yes, it means a lot to me as well.”

There was something in the thoughtful, wistful look on Sue’s face that forced me to give the loose thread another tug.

“You really care for him, don’t you honey,” the kindly professor in me asked gently.

“Yes, I do. You know that, honey. We’ve talked about it before.” There was a nervous tension in Sue’s voice as she answered. Hearing this tone, without any forethought or planning I blurted out something I’d not intended to ask.

“Sue, when we had that big heart-to-heart when I was in Malawi, you warned me if you carried on seeing Francis your feelings would grow and grow to a point where one day, you’d love him. Are we already there? Are you already at that point?”

Sue’s arms were still wrapped around my neck as she looked into my face, now suddenly quiet and her earlier smile disappeared.

To me, Sue’s silence seemed to last an eternity, as she just looked at me, thinking what to say and how to say it. Finally, I saw her mouth start to move and I felt knocked back by a surging wave of adrenaline and fear.

“I love you, Pete. More than you’ll ever know. More than I’ll ever love Francis.”

She paused to let her words sink in, my mind barely registering her words as I felt light-headed and close to fainting. I knew what was coming next.

“But yes, honey. Like I told you months back when we talked about it, I do love Francis. But not like I love you, baby. My love for you is different. Much deeper. The foundation of my life.”

Sue was now silent, having exploded her bombshell, and from her expression, I knew she’d not speak again until I’d said something. We were both still staring at each other as I tried to work out what to say.

As I looked into her eyes, I knew Sue was being straight with me and that her love for me was still the foundation of her life. I couldn’t prove it, but that didn’t bother me. Because I knew it was true. I knew it in my very bones and soul.

Strangely enough, I felt a sense of relief that this moment had finally arrived. I’d tried to avoid thinking about it, but I knew it was coming. I felt a strange sense of release now that the waiting was finally over and we could deal with the thing I’d feared and knew was coming. It reminded me of childhood experiences. When the waiting and anticipation of the trip to the dentist or the exam hall were actually worse than the event itself. I comforted myself with this thought. At least the waiting was now over.

I shook myself out of my little internal world and saw that Sue was still looking at me, desperate to hear my answer. Seeing the concern in her face made me feel good. Like I wasn’t the only one feeling pain in this situation.

Tightening my grip around her waist, the words started spilling out. Uncontrolled and uncontrollable, as if a dam had burst inside me. With years and months of floodwaters held back and now flooding forth in response to the small crack Sue had created.

“I know, honey. And part of me is weirdly relieved to hear you admit it. I knew it was coming, and now it’s here I can stop worrying about when it’s going to hit us. But Sue, I have to know I’m still your number one. I can cope with you loving Francis, as long as I know you love me more than him. That you’ll always come home to me at the end of the day. That I’m the one who’s got your heart and that’s it me who you want to come home to. That I’m the one you see yourself growing old with.”

About half-way through my tidal flood of emotion, tears had already started welling up in Sue’s eyes. Her arms couldn’t have been any tighter around my neck as she sobbed, her head nestled tight against my neck as I felt the wetness of her tears on my skin. We just held each other, now both crying, as the moment went on and on.

Eventually, Sue’s sobbing slowed and stopped and her arms left my neck. She grasped my hand and without a word started leading me across the lounge to the stairs. I knew what was coming next, and it felt right. Not sex used as a mask or a prize. But sex as two people making love and using their bodies to express the deep love they share and their union as one.

I think Sue knew that the onus was on her. Having just told me that she loved Francis, the responsibility was on her to show both of us that her promise that our love was stronger than that between her and Francis was more than just cheap words. That it was still the foundation we both treasured and would build our lives on.

Sue kissed me softly, those emotion-filled green eyes looking into mine as she gently kissed my lips before starting to unbutton my shirt. She did it slowly and sensuously, her eyes not leaving mine for even a single moment. The slowness and the unbroken eye contact telling me how precious I was to her, and how much the love act between us meant to her. That this was more precious to her than the times she and Francis spent together. That their physical sex may have been more special, but this was a love which mattered far more to her.

My shirt carefully removed, she rubbed my chest and stomach, her nails and palms working their magic on my nipples and the sensitive area just below my ribs. She gave me a further tender kiss and told me how much she loved me before she continued to strip me. Despite being lovers for twenty-five years, I think we were both shaking as her hands worked my belt and pants free, my already damp cock springing free into the air.

“Lie down, honey,” was her simple command, as I lay there and watched her serious expression as she started removing her clothes for me. It wasn’t an out and out striptease or over-egged performance. But there was a confidence and a sensuousness to it, a woman removing her daytime uniform to make herself available for loving with her man.

As her blouse fell and she reached to unclip her bra, I felt a lump in my throat and couldn’t resist squeezing my hard cock. Even a few days after her forty-fifth birthday, she was still a stunningly beautiful and desirable woman. I couldn’t help but anticipate how good it was going to feel to lie next to her body, to feel the softness of her skin and flesh and slip my manhood deep into her. Cementing our love.

As she stepped out of her panties and lay next to me on the bed, just for one moment Francis intruded into our special time. When Sue’s legs opened as she moved onto the bed, I saw the puffy slightly gaping look of her well-used pussy. Making me think of her recent time with Francis. Sue caught me looking, and kissed me as her warm body arrived next to mine.

“It’s just sex. This is love,” was her simple and true statement as she stroked my cheek and kissed my lips. As we kissed, she lifted my hand and put it on her breast. With one last touch, she stopped the kiss and pulled back to look into my eyes.

“I’m yours, darling. I’ve been yours for twenty-five years. I’ve given you my heart and my life, and I’m not about to stop now.”

With that, the words stopped and we used our bodies instead of words, to show each other that nothing had changed. It was still Sue and Pete, even if a little piece of Sue’s heart had opened up to love another man.

We touched and kissed, exploring each other’s bodies as if for the first time. I guess fear and change can do that to you, stripping away the blinkers of overfamiliarity. So, you see as you first saw. I luxuriated in Sue’s soft and warm body. Enjoying and savoring every feminine curve, nook, and cranny of her body. Amazed at how it was soft and accommodating where it needed to be, yet firm and youthful in other places. I explored with my tongue, with my lips, and with my teeth. All working in perfect harmony to bring Sue to the heights of pleasure, her eyes screwed shut and her hands clinging onto my scalp as her juices flooded my face.

I let her taste her own juices as we kissed, her body now relaxed after she moaned and groaned through her climax. We shared what seemed a thousand little butterfly kisses before she grasped my cock and pulled me on top of her.

We looked into each others’ eyes as I sank into her in one easy stroke, a couple who knew that things were changing but who knew that we’d face these changes united together. Sue’s legs locked around my back as her arms wrapped around my neck to pull me down into the deepest and longest of kisses. A kiss between two souls. I started slowly pumping, looking down at Sue whose teasing smile told me she wanted to be reclaimed. That she wanted her husband and best friend to take her back from the man with whom she’d spent the last day-and-a-half.

There was just a hint of challenge in her face. A chin jutting slightly up, challenging me to be her husband and reclaim her. Smiling down at her I picked up my speed and power and was soon enjoying the moans and sighs from Sue as I re-established the rightful order.

Sue had already come once when I’d worshipped between her thighs, and now she was building up to a second climax. We’ve always found it easy to come together, and so I had no worries. I speeded up and slammed down as hard as I could. I knew it would make my cock expand and spurt sooner, but I knew from decades of experience that my vigorous thrusts would excite Sue and send her over the top as I pumped my seed into her.

I was close, with that wonderful feeling building in my cock and I could hear Sue building and feel her ever tighter grasp. I slammed in once, twice, and then pushed with every ounce of my being. As deep as I could as I cried out and held my woman close, not letting her escape as my seed rushed into her. She was holding me just as tight, her body rigid as her nails dug deep into my shoulders and back. As I thrust and shot my seed it felt wonderful. Wonderful to be deep inside Sue. Wonderful to be straining with every sinew to shoot my seed deep inside her. And wonderful to see the loving look on her face, and how she delighted in the two of us being together again, physically and emotionally as one.

Two bodies, two sets of muscles locked rigid as our bodies joined to share our essence, trying to create new life. Our mouths fought and covered each other as finally, our muscles started relaxing, and the intensity gave way to gentle touches and tender smiles.

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Sue and I lay there under the warm enveloping duvet, enjoying our nakedness as much as any shy teenagers might. At first, we were quiet, but gradually as we cuddled the conversation came.

“Honey, you do know how much I love you, don’t you?”

I nodded, my smile telling Sue my feelings better than words.

“And that nothing between me and Francis will ever get in the way of our love?”

I kissed her softly, trying to remove the slightly nervous look on Sue’s face, happy to see her relax a little. “I know, darling,” I told her, helping her face to relax into a smile.

“If I thought it was hurting you or troubling you, I’d stop it right now,” she reassured me.

There was something in Sue’s choice of words that gnawed at me. The way she said ‘it’, instead of referring more openly to the person and the feelings slightly bugged me. And the teacher and the masochistic in me combined to gently ease things into the open.

“Sue, honey. You know you can say his name. You can use the ‘L’ word. It won’t drive me off the deep end.”

Sue looked at me, and I knew what was coming next and I braced myself to hear the words I’d invited.

“Sorry, honey. It still sounds strange to my ear, to say that I love Francis. And of course, I’m still worried about not hurting you. You can understand that, can’t you?” she asked with a nervous look on her face.

I took a deep breath and said my piece. “Sue, honey. I get it. It sounds strange to me too. Hearing you say that you love another man. But we both know from these last few months we’ve got to be totally open and honest with each other. Not avoid difficult subjects because we think they’re too hard or might hurt one of us.”

Sue smiled at me and squeezed my hand. “I know, but it’s still strange for me to hear myself say it out loud?”

“It?” I gently teased.

Sue smiled weakly. “It. That I love Francis. But not as much as I love you.”

Hearing Sue refer to her love for Francis and me in the same sentence was like a 10,000-volt shock to my body. As the shock wave ripped through me, it sparked a secondary question in my brain. Like one careless firework setting light to the adjacent ten boxes.

My mouth felt suddenly dry as I forced the words out, aware Sue could see I was shaking.

“And Sue, what about Francis? Has he told you he loves you?”

Suddenly there was a deathly quiet. Sue looked at me with a nervous, almost pitiable look. I felt sorry for her. I knew this conversation had already been hard for her.

I held her hand and looked into her eyes to encourage her. “Honey, I don’t think you’re exactly going to shock me. It’s pretty much the worst kept secret in New York, how Francis feels about you. The only real question is whether or not he’s said out loud what I guess had been in his heart for some time now.”

Sue squeezed my hand just as I’d done hers. Giving herself the strength, and encouragement she needed.

“Yes, he has,” she said in the quietest of voices, barely audible.

The look I gave her was soft and loving, encouraging her to share all.

She grimaced with the difficulty, took a deep breath and continuing.

“Yes, he told me last night that he loves me. He told me he’s known for some time, but out of respect for our marriage and friendship, he’s kept his feelings to himself. But that now that Winnie’s gone, it’s made him re-evaluate lots of things in his life. And one of the most important of them is that he wants to be honest with us about his feelings for me.”

Wow. That old school mangle was working overtime, squeezing and crushing my stomach, my heartstrings pulled all over the place. I’d been expecting to hear Sue tell me Francis had told her that he loved her. But this whole thing about a new chapter in his life, about re-evaluating his life and having to open up to me and Sue. It smelt like the start of something more substantial, and it knocked me back like I’d been hit by a sledgehammer in the face.

I’d been the one who’d asked the question and encouraged Sue to be totally honest. But hearing Sue’s words I was beginning to wish that I’d been less brave.

Sue immediately saw the change in my demeanor. “What is it, honey. Is it hearing that Francis loves me? Is that too much? I thought it was like you said, it’s hardly a secret.”

“No, it’s not really that. It’s what he said about re-evaluating his life. About needing to tell you and me how he feels about you. Maybe I’m being paranoid, but I’m afraid it’s the start of Francis telling us he wants more of you in his life.”

Sue looked thoughtful for a moment as if she was weighing up what I’d said. An intelligent woman working out whether my fears fitted with what she’d experienced, being much closer to Francis as she was and better able to judge.

It was another one of those ‘seems forever’ moments as Sue chewed her lip and thought it through, before finally delivering her verdict.

“I think you’re right, baby. I think he wants to move on, have a closer relationship with me. Which is only logical in some ways, as we’ve both now told each other we love each other,” she said as cool as a cucumber.

Listening to Sue’s words, for the first time a troubling thought hit me hard. “Hang on a minute. You’ve already told Francis that you love him? Before you told me how you feel about him?”

If my earlier tone had been kindly and professorial, this was anything but. My voice quivered with indignation and hurt. Sue had just casually let slip something that I saw as hugely significant. Last night, when Francis had told Sue that he loved her, she’d responded in kind. It was only poor muggins here who was the last one to know.

Sue looked surprised. “Does it really matter?”

“Yes, it, bloody matters! If I’d not asked you, you probably wouldn’t even have told me. It was me who asked you whether you loved Francis. It wasn’t you sharing. ‘Honey, there’s something I need to tell you. This guy told me he loves me, and I kinda told him I love him too. Is that okay, honey?’”

Immediately I regretted my angry sarcasm. Sue instantly looked hurt, her lower lip juddering as she edged close to tears. I pulled her to me, holding her tight. “I’m sorry honey. I shouldn’t have got angry and mean.”

Between sobs and tears, Sue somehow managed to speak. “I’m sorry too, darling. I just didn’t think. Forgive me please, sweetheart. I should have thought. It wasn’t right.”

We continued to hold each other, slowly regaining our footing. When the tears were all shed and cheeks dried, it was Sue who spoke.

“And anyway, even if he does want more of me in his life, that’s not what I want. I’ve got a husband who I love and who’s my number one. And that’s just the way I like it.”

These were exactly the words I needed to hear.

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As you can imagine, Sue and I had some ‘interesting’ conversations over the next couple of days. Originally, we’d been planning that Sue would head back to Francis’ place on Tuesday evening, in line with our plan that she’d split her time between Francis and me during his first week back when he was still most raw from his mourning and loss.

But after the tears and words we’d had on Monday night, we decided we needed to move things around a bit to make more room for Sue and me to talk.

We talked a lot on Monday and Tuesday evening. I was heartened by how apologetic Sue was about her mistake in not sharing with me first about her feelings. Whenever we discussed it, I could see how genuinely upset she was by the pain and hurt she’d caused me, I was also heartened by how clear to me it was that Sue was adamant. That whatever Francis might want, there was really no room for him to be a bigger part of her life.

In all of our previous thinking, Sue and I envisaged going back to the way things had worked well in November and December before Grace had arrived. When Sue had spent two evenings a week with Francis. Making sure that she and I still had plenty of quality time together. And that the time we had together was the dominant part of the week.

The other thing we talked through at length was how Sue and I needed to get comfortable with talking about the feelings Sue and Francis had for each other. The ‘L’ word. Sue and I both came from conservative backgrounds. Not the kind of backgrounds where husbands and wives go running around gaily talking about loving other partners. Partners outside of their marriage. Hell, this was weird for any couple, irrespective of how they’d been brought up.

But Sue and I agreed that, however difficult it might be at first, we had to get to a place where talking about Sue and Francis’ feelings for each other was easier. We had to get to this place because it was a reality, that they did love each other. We needed to recognize this, rather than brush it under the carpet, whilst also seeing it in the context of Sue’s deeper and stronger love for me.

Discussing all of this and getting to a place where we felt good required some real heavy lifting and deep conversations. It took many hours of talking on Monday and Tuesday before Sue and I were happy we’d got to this place.

To celebrate, Sue and I went out for a late dinner on Tuesday to our favorite restaurant. Happy to be in a public place which precluded any deep and personal conversations, acting as a straitjacket to keep the conversation on much lighter and happier topics. You know, puppy dogs, fluffy kittens and that kind of thing.

When we got home, even though it was late and we both had to get up for work the next day, we took our time making love and re-living some of the excitement and sensuousness we’d enjoyed on Monday night.

Wednesday night was scheduled to be one of the nights Sue would spend with Francis. Twice during the day, itself, she texted me to check if I was still okay with the plan. She texted me at lunchtime, and then once more before she left work to head to Francis’ place. I was touched by the care Sue was taking to check in with me, so each time I responded to her text by calling her. So, she’d get to hear that I was okay with things by the tone of my voice.

My other motive was less altruistic and more selfish. By calling her I got to hear her voice and hear how much she loved and cared for me. The nervous Pete within needed to hear this and to hear her voice. Knowing that I’d be losing her to Francis for the rest of that day and night. Only seeing her again on Thursday evening after work.

About half-way through Wednesday evening Sue rang me to check-in with me. She made it clear she was ringing to check I was okay. That I wasn’t dying of angst and worry. Of course, the truth was that I was experiencing the normal bittersweet excitement and pain, knowing that she was with Francis.

I sat alone in our lounge at home, obsessing about the two of them together in bed. Picturing his big black cock deep in Sue, bringing her to orgasm after orgasm. Their lovemaking now heightened as they were free to declare their love for each other as Francis took Sue and she gave herself to him. Before she received his seed and the two of them cuddled up and exchanged sweet nothings, continuing to declare their love.

Receiving Sue’s call and hearing her voice gave me some lifeline to sanity, allowing me to stay just in credit in the emotional ups and downs of an evening where Sue was in bed and staying over with Francis.

I managed to drag the call out for twenty minutes or so, reminding myself of one of those lonely old people so skilled in just asking one more question or telling one more story. Anything to delay the end and the restarting of the loneliness.

Sue’s call had provided me with a vital pick me up, and she also later sent me a goodnight text message which boosted me just at the moment I needed it.

On Thursday when I returned from work and turned into our road, I felt elated to see Sue’s car already in the drive. Sue was in the kitchen preparing dinner with a happy, contented look on her face. I wrapped my arms tight around her and kissed her as if making sure she was really back at the same time as my tight hug guaranteed she wouldn’t be stolen away from me.

I felt like I was some lovestruck teenager as I obsessively mooned my love at her as we ate dinner. Just enjoying the pleasure of having her back with me in our family home. Sitting across gazing at her as I ate the meal, she’d prepared for me. Sue commented on it, telling me she thought it was sweet and reminded her of how I’d behaved when we’d first dated.

We dragged each other off to bed after dinner, and it felt wonderful to have Sue back in my arms. To be able to look into her beautiful green eyes, kiss her soft lips and feel her body move underneath mine as she moaned and sighed as I pushed into her.

When we’d shared a wonderful joint climax, we were happy just to hold each other and be silent, without feeling the need to talk. Each lost in our own thoughts. My thoughts focused on how sharing her with Francis was somehow making me appreciate her all the more. Somehow making the time we had together more special, as I looked at Sue in the same excited and awestruck way as I’d done twenty-six years ago when we’d first met and I’d fallen in love with her.

As we cuddled, I shared these thoughts with Sue, who smiled Sphinx-like at me, sharing her own thoughts. That our new arrangements had opened her senses up to the heightened excitement we could have in our lives, different from the comfortable world that had developed between us over the last two decades. How my allowing her to spend time with Francis made her love me all the more, for my generosity and trust I’d placed in her. How her time with him made her look forward all the more to our time together, making her feel much more excited about the time we had together and the love-making we could share.

I fully knew what she meant, and I could see the truth of it in the look on her face. It was like someone who’s been shown an exciting new meal and that this experience has re-energized her palate for the foods she loved so much in her youth, which she’d forgotten how much she loved and enjoyed.

As we cuddled and talked on that Thursday evening, I was struck by how much more calm and good things felt compared to Monday and Tuesday night when Sue and I had been grappling with those deep and difficult conversations.

We made love a second time and afterward I teased Sue to find out the details of her Wednesday night with Francis. Getting her to tell me all the details of their lovemaking, and how wonderful it had been. Sue knew how hearing how great it had been and what a superior lover Francis was pushed my buttons. So, like a loving wife she didn’t leave out any details. Telling me how many times they made love, what positions they’d used and how wonderful Francis’ big cock felt as it stretched her and went deeper than she was used to.

I was feeling secure and happy, enjoying my strange kink and so I pushed further. Getting Sue to admit, shyly at first, how in the heat of their passion they’d told each other how much they loved each other. Hearing Sue tell me this made my stomach turn somersault upon somersault, the pain swirling with the excitement.

If I’d not been in such a good place, hearing this would have been heartbreaking. But as it was, feeling Sue’s soft body next to mine and knowing how much she loved me, I felt like the addict getting the perfect high.

Friday and Saturday followed a similar pattern. Friday was ‘a Francis night’, with a call from Sue and a goodnight text being my only safety line as I sat at home imagining what the two of them were doing. With Saturday being a non-working day, I wondered what time Sue would eventually come home from Francis.

She rang me early on Saturday morning and playfully suggested she’d see me around one in the afternoon. Calmly explaining to me her logic which I knew was designed to tease and torment me. That she thought it only right to split her ‘Saturday bonus’ between the two men who were sharing her. A normal day would have her at work at eight and home by six. Ten hours in total, split between her two men gave us five each. So normally home by six less the five hours she was giving Francis, meant home by one.

She was on a FaceTime call as she explained this to me, and I could see her teasing smile as she playfully challenged me to fault her logic. I couldn’t really argue, and so it was just after one on Saturday afternoon when a tired but happy Sue returned to our marital home.

Saturday night was wonderful. A re-enactment of our blissful time on Thursday night. The only thing that was different was that we had to decide what was to happen on Sunday night. Sue had already explained to Francis that after this week we wanted to return to the arrangement where he and Sue only spent two nights a week together. He’d obviously been disappointed as he’d loved having more time with Sue, but he understood why and didn’t try and change Sue’s mind.

But this left the question of Sunday night. My teasing wife pointed out that as Francis had arrived back on Sunday morning, you could argue that Sunday was part of his first week back and therefore was part of the week when Francis and I shared Sue fifty-fifty. There was a mischievous smile on Sue’s face as she pointed this out, telling me she’d abide by my decision as to where she should spend Sunday night.

Knowing that I’d have Sue in my bed five nights a week for the coming weeks, the pervert in me encountered little resistance from normal Pete as with a pumping heart and sweating palms I told Sue to pack an overnight bag so she could spend Sunday night with her Nigerian lover. This meant that Sue had spent four of the last eight nights with Francis. A fact that excited the addict within.

Sue arrived home on Monday evening and we had a wonderful evening together. Making love and talking. The next evening, I lost her to Francis, as Tuesday and Friday nights were the two nights we’d agreed they’d spend together each week.

This pattern repeated itself in the next week, and Sue and I were in a good place and enjoying the new arrangements. Of the three of us, it seemed Francis was the one who was most frustrated. He was in a relationship with a woman who he loved and who loved him back. But who stuck to her guns that they could only enjoy two nights a week together, as she needed to spend time with me.

The only concession that Sue made to please him was in extending her Saturdays to come home a bit later to me than the one o’clock she’d originally suggested. With my agreement, she stretched this out so she’d spend the Saturday afternoon fully with Francis. Returning home so that Sue and I could have the Saturday evening all to ourselves.

This would have been the pattern we settled into except for one fact. Or should I say, one person? Miss Grace Kayuni. Whose flight arrived in New York just before seven on Sunday morning. And three became four.

(Big thanks to cbears52 for proofing and making suggestions for improvements.)