Wives and The Men They Love II
by
Xavier Carter
Smashwords Edition
Wives and The Men They Love II © 2011 by Xavier Carter ISBN: 978-1-4659-8272-8
All rights reserved under the International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the author.
This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations, events or locales is entirely coincidental.
First Edition – November 2011
Warning: the unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in prison and a fine of $250,000.
Smashwords Edition, License Notes
This eBook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This eBook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return it to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.
Cover art by Xavier Carter © 2011
Portions used under license from
© Microsoft, Inc. clipart gallery
I want to thank you for your purchase of my work. I hope you enjoyed it and will consider purchasing more. Other pieces of my work available at Smashwords are:
Aftermath Brotherhood of Janus: First Gathering Earth Mother
God Mother I Married a Slut The Darkness Before Night The Du Page Affair The Kings Undoing The Michelle Diaries Lightning Strike Time and Again
Walker Brigade Wives and the Men They Love
W A R N I N G
This book contains explicit adult material involving male, female and female, female contact and is not for viewing by those persons under 18 years of age. Although the Author has written this work, he does not condone nor practice the subject written about.
Wives and The Men They Love II
Included in this anthology are the following short stories:
Loving Wife
Susan and Miles
Mindy
Naughty
Shelly and George
Will He Be Here
Window Shopping
Last
Loving Wife
He would be home any minute from a hard day of work. I have been preparing all day for the moment he walked through the door. First, there was the feast waiting on the table for his pleasure. Then there would be dessert after his being refreshed in his master bath. Today was his birthday, he would be just forty-two years old. We have been together for the past ten years as husband and wife. I loved my Jeff and he was my Jeff make no mistake about that. Upstairs I powered my nose and prepared myself for the man I adored to come home.
* * * *
I slowly drove down our street waiting for the kids to get out of the way, as they played softball. Smiling, I waved at them as they waved back shouting for me to hurry out of their way. I gunned the car a little and turned into our driveway. I didn't pull the car all the way back as tonight, I thought we might go out to dinner, because today is my birthday.
"Honey, I'm home," I called, as I stepped in the back door.
"Just a minute," I heard a voice say from somewhere back in the house.
As I climbed the three steps into the kitchen from the back entryway, I spotted who I thought was my sister-in-law standing by the table. Julie, if it was she, is my wife's sister and stood waiting for me in the most outrageous costume I had ever seen. How my darling Shannon had gotten her to dress this way was beyond me. She had this little skimpy French maids outfit on, fishnet stocking with a seam up the back, garter belt, six-inch stiletto CFM heels and a little white doily hat.
Julie and Shannon aren't twins but could pass for a set. They are only a year apart, Shannon being the younger of the two. Both were knockouts in the looks department. They both had amazing legs, as did their mom. I was stunned wondering what the hell was going on.
"Well, sit down birthday boy. Dinner is served, you favorite, filet of beef, baked potato and asparagus, enjoy."
I draped my suit coat over the chair and sat. Julie placed a napkin in my lap and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. She poured me a glass of red wine and stood beside me as I looked down at my meal. I was starving. I looked up into her eyes, she smiled and nodded toward my plate. I dug in, eating with relish. The steak was done just how I like it, rare. The potato was perfect, lightly salted with butter. The asparagus was tender without being mushy. And the wine was exquisite, just like the woman standing next to me so I could gaze at her wonderful legs.
When I was finished, Julie poured me a little more wine to cleanse my palate. Then holding out her hand for me to take she helped me out of my chair. Turning she led me up the stairs and into the bathroom were it would seem I had a hot bath waiting for me. Julie smiled as she turned and left.
"Make sure you get all of you clean. Dessert will be served in the bedroom at your convenience."
With that, she closed the door behind her. I stripped down and stepped into the tub, the water was just cooling down from lava hot. I slowly sank into the tub and let the warmth of the water ease the tension from my muscles. I lay calmly trying to think what my darling was playing at. What kind of dessert was waiting for me when I stepped into the bedroom? Was it Julie or Shannon who would be waiting for me and would I be able to tell them apart in time not to cause a problem?
I took the soap from the dish and started to wash. When I was done, I stood and rinsed in a quick shower. I dried myself then noticed that my clothes were gone. I had been in such deep thought that I hadn't heard the door open and close again. There was a nice fluffy robe hanging on the back of the door though, I slipped into it, it fit perfectly. Stepping out into the hall, I noticed a soft flickering glow coming from our bedroom. Smiling, I slowly walked to the door.
Peeking in the semi-dark room, I spied a woman that looked like my wife stretched out on the bed, in a sexy black nightgown through which, I could see every detail of her beautiful body. On the floor in a crumpled pile was the maid's outfit Julie had been wearing. Glancing at the legs on the bed, I did discern fishnet stockings. My heart started to pump frantically, as I gazed at a body I should not being seeing. Although I couldn't tear my eyes away, I was highly embarrassed that my dear wife Shannon would place me in this situation. Raising her head off the bed, Julie…Shannon, I was now so confused I didn't know who it was laying mostly naked in front of me.
I turned and ran out of the bedroom, only to stop at the words shouted after me.
"Jeff, it's me Shannon."
My shoulders sagged and my heart skipped a beat at her words. Turning I walked back to the bedroom and stood by the side of the bed looking down at my wife. She was laughing silently as her eye sparkled with that laughter.
"Why didn't you stay?" she asked.
"Because no matter how much I look at her, it's you I want. Only you, do you understand?"
"Yes dear, I do. I was just playing a little birthday prank on you. No harm done."
"You're right no harm done. Now where's that dessert I was promised?"
"She's right here in front of you," Shannon said laying back on the bed arms extended waiting for me.
* * * *
I stood in the closet watching my husband fuck my sister, thinking to myself "He really can't tell us apart." All these years we have been together and he can't tell the difference. Every year I get my sister to do this for me. Even though she is a lesbian and really doesn't like men, she lets my Jeff do what he wants to her, all for my enjoyment, on his birthday.
One of these days, I will have to tell him about this.
* * * *
I love this little game she plays with me every year, I really do.
Susan and Miles
Another day of work was done as I walked to my car in the lot outside the office. I smiled as the sunshine bathed my face. A tune I had heard on the radio earlier in the day was playing in my head. I noticed there was a bounce in my step as I pressed the button on the fob to unlock the doors. When I opened the door, I saw the envelope on the driver's seat. I froze in my tracks looking down at the name on the front. It was my name, 'Susan' scrawled across the envelope.
I stood there wondering how it had gotten there. I tentatively reached down to pick it up, hesitating as my fingers touched the paper. Looking at my hand I saw it shaking as I lifted the envelope from the seat and stood there staring at the writing on the paper. I shook my head to clear it and climbed into the car. I sat there staring at the envelope, the song in my head long forgotten. I closed the door, locking them out of habit and ripped open the envelope.
Inside I found a handwritten letter. The handwriting was that of my husband. As I read the first line, tears welled up in my eyes.
[i]'Dear Susan,
Just so you know, the children are at your mothers and safe. By the time you get home, I will be gone. I am moving out of the house for the next thirty days as I feel you and I need to have a little of our own time. Your parents have agreed to keep the children for us, but if you want, you can pick them up tomorrow.
Susan, I don't mean for this to be painful, as I still love you very much. However, there are things I feel I need that you are unwilling to provide. I have to get away for awhile to think some things through.'[/i]
Tears were streaming down my cheeks making it difficult to read. I blinked hard digging my fingernails into the palm of my hand and continued to read as best I could.
[i]'I really do love you and I don't mean to hurt you by leaving you. I hope you are not too upset by this my darling, but I need the time to really think about where we are headed in our marriage. Not that I don't want to be married to you, but you have expressed your desire not to participate in some things I would, even though planned for the both of us to enjoy.
I will not go into further detail here, but when I return, if you will still have me, I will sit down with you and go through everything, I promise.
With all my love,
Miles'[/i]
"That son of a bitch," I yelled at the top of my lungs.
I put my head on the steering wheel none too gently and pounded on the dashboard with my fists. A tapping on the passenger window jerked me back to where I was. Looking over with my eyes filled with tears, I saw Mary my co-worker and good friend looking at me with concern. I pressed the button to unlock the doors and Mary climbed in the passenger seat.
"What's wrong Susan?"
"He left, the son of a bitch left," I cried shoving the letter into her hands.
Mary looked down at the letter, then back up at me with concern in her eyes. I just put my head back on the steering wheel and wept. Mary read the letter silently. When she was finished, she tossed it in the backseat and grabbed my hand in hers.
"I'm so sorry," she whispered.
"I'm going home, why don't you stop by and have a drink with me."
"Okay, but let me drive, we'll come and get your car tomorrow."
I reached into the backseat to retrieve the letter. I neatly folded it and put it back in the envelope. As I got out of the car, I placed the envelope back in the position I had first seen it lying. I then locked the car and following Mary to hers and started to cry again. This time though I held my head high as I climbed into Mary's car.
The drive home took all of twenty minutes. We rode in silence each with our own thoughts. By the time we reached my house, home, the tears had stopped and anger, pure, seething anger had taken its place. To the outside world, I looked calm and collected, but inside I was plotting and planning.
For the rest of the night Mary and I drank Miles' good scotch, single malt and older than both Mary's and my ages combined. To say we were sloshed was an understatement. Mary was so drunk she had to call her husband and tell him she wouldn't be home until the morning. We giggled and laughed all night long, finally falling asleep on the couch with the TV blaring.
* * * *
I woke to moaning and groaning assaulting my ears. Squinting at the TV I saw a beautiful naked woman being…I couldn't believe my eyes…used by two well-endowed men. She was sitting on one man's lap with his penis in her vagina as the other man's penis was in her rectum. A shiver went through my body, as I comprehended what was happening to her. She was screaming in pleasure as the two cocks assaulted her.
I heard a low moan from the chair that was now facing the TV. Looking around the living room, I did not see Mary. Slowly I rose from the couch and peeked over the back of the chair. Mary was nude from the waist down. She was shoving two fingers in and out of her vagina as she watched what was happening on the screen in front of her. I gasped as a third man entered the scene on the television and forced his hard cock into the woman's mouth.
"Oh, you're awake," Mary turned looking up at me still shoving her fingers into herself. "Why don't you join me?"
"What?" I was shocked at her statement.
"Sit down there and watch, it gets even better than this. The wife goes on to fuck her husband's softball team for him."
"What?" I was suddenly so confused. I could still feel the liquor as my head started to buzz and everything became so unfocused. I felt myself falling and my whole body jerked.
Looking around the dark living room, I spotted Mary asleep at the other end of the L-shaped sectional. The TV was dark and quiet. My head was spinning as I lay there on my back. I was so drunk. I closed my eyes and went back to sleep.
* * * *
When I woke again, sunlight filled the room hurting my eyes. It was morning. Squinting I saw that Mary was up as she stood there smiling down at me with a cup of coffee in her hand.
"Here sweetie, drink this, it will at least give you the illusion of feeling better. Then come into the kitchen and drink the orange juice I have poured for you."
I took the coffee and sipped the hot liquid. The burning in my mouth shocked me awake. I slowly rose and followed Mary into the kitchen. I wasn't feeling all that bad for having drank as much as we had. Must be the good stuff we had polished off. Mary fixed us a light breakfast and I was feeling much better. I went upstairs, took a shower, and dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. After last night with Mary, us giggling and laughing our asses off, I felt better than I had when we got home last night.
Mary went up and showered. She came down in a pair of my jeans and a blouse. She smiled as she showed me a pair of my panties under the jeans. I just shook my head in resignation. We were after all best friends. During college, we had shared almost everything.
"Okay, let's go get your car so I can get home to Jim and Allison." Mary smiled at me jiggling her keys.
"Let's," I smiled at her as I picked up my purse and headed for the door.
"So are you going to pick up the kids?" Mary asked as she climbed in the car.
"I don't know. It might be nice to have some time away from them."
"That's a girl, just sit back and take it easy for the rest of the weekend. In fact, maybe I'll come over again tonight and we can polish off another bottle of Miles' good scotch. This morning was the first time I have ever drank that much the night before and woke up without a hangover."
"Me too, well I did have a little one. But it made me dream last night."
"Dream? What kind of dream?"
"Never mind, it was nothing interesting."
"Come on, tell me."
"Maybe later this evening if you make it over."
"Fine, then it's a date," Mary chuckled as she pulled in the lot where I parked my car.
"I'll be home all day, just come on over when you can get free," I told her as I climbed out of the car.
Mary waited until I started my car before she left. I was sitting there holding that damn letter staring at my name. I threw it on the floorboard and pulled my cell phone out of my purse. I dialed my mom's number.
"Hi, mom. How are the kids?"
"They're just fine dear, having the time of their lives out in the pool."
"Good. Are you sure you don't mind watching them for awhile?"
"No, dear, we'll get along just fine. They're at an age where they are easily controlled with cookies and such."
"Mother, don't you spoil them."
"I won't dear. You go have fun and say hello to Miles for us."
"I will mom, I will." At least he hadn't told them what he was planning. "I love you. Tell dad I love him too."
"Do you want to talk to the children?"
"Not right now mom, I'll call later this afternoon. Tell them I love them and will see them soon."
"I will Susan, be careful dear."
"What do you mean mother?"
"Just watch your driving sweetheart."
"I will mom. Bye."
"Bye dear."
I closed my phone wondering what my mother was talking about, I was a good driver. I shook my head to clear it and put the car in gear. I drove home in silence. I was surprised my phone didn't ring all the way home. Usually, my service calls me two or three times an hour with questions from patients on a Saturday.
I pulled into my drive and shut the car off. I sat there staring out the windshield at the green bushes that lined the end of the drive. I nodded and leaned over and picked up the letter from the floor. I climbed out of my car, locking the doors and headed into the house.
I went upstairs and stripped jumping into the shower again. Once I felt clean and relaxed I put on my robe and headed downstairs. I fixed myself some lunch and a drink. I sat at the kitchen table listening to the peace and quiet. I had never heard or not heard it so quiet in the house. I sat there in wonder at how enjoyable silence was. I loved my children dearly but they were at that age they were extremely noisy.
Sitting there eating and sipping my drink, I wondering about how or what I felt about my husband. I was still seething with an anger that would not go away for him leaving like he did. He hadn't even had the balls to tell me to my face. He wrote a fucking letter to say good-bye. A fucking letter. Then the chicken-shit didn't even have the balls to give it to me in person, he left it in my car.
As I finished my drink, the phone started ringing. I looked at the caller ID and it was Mary. I picked up the handset.
"Hi, dear," I said.
"Hi yourself, dear." It was Jim not Mary.
"I thought you were Mary, I'm sorry."
"Don't be, I like when you use those sweet endearments. Mary is on her way over. She may be awhile though as she is stopping at the store for some things."
"You didn't have to call Jim, I'm just sitting her drinking with no plans to go anywhere."
"I know but she wanted me to let you know and I just wanted to tell you how sorry I am that you and Miles are having trouble. It was such a shock when Mary told me about what he did. I'm really sorry, sweetie."
"Well thank you Jim that is very sweet of you."
"I'll let you go, I have to run Allison over to her grandmothers, talk to you later dear."
"Good-bye Jim." I hung up the phone smiling.
Mary was so lucky. Jim was such a nice guy. I had never heard them argue or say a cross word to each other. Jim let Mary do whatever she wanted no restrictions and would do whatever she asked of him. Miles was almost the complete opposite of Jim. Miles demanded all the time. He very rarely asked me to do something. He always demanded that I do something. We would fight like cats and dogs whenever he demanded things. I was not his nurse or his maid nor his whore. I would dig my heels in every time.
The current problem was what he had demanded from me lately. The real reason he had left was because I was so pissed at him for what he had demanded of me. He wanted me to…I can't even think it to myself…have sex with other men, while we are still married. Well when he demanded that, I gave him a piece of my mind. I had told him what I thought of his parents and his mother in particular. After I had calmed down a little he tried to talk to me about it some more. That just raised my hackles even more.
For two weeks, we had argued about what he demanded of me. For those two weeks I was the unhappiest I could ever remember being. Toward the end of last week, Miles had quit talking to me all together. I thought it had blown over until I saw the envelope on the seat in my car. Then I knew he hadn't dropped the subject at all. In fact, he had escalated things to the point I was thinking of calling a divorce lawyer.
I was at the point where I was questioning our love for each other. He now wanted me to sleep with other men. It wasn't that our sex life was bad. I mean we had sex several times a week when we weren't arguing. I thought what we had, was pretty good. I mean I had an orgasm or two when we had sex. Miles was very good in bed. He knew how to start my engine and keep it going until the final mile when he would push it until it exploded. He was very good. And he always had powerful orgasms when we were copulating.
I shook my head to clear it of the picture of Miles taking me over the edge to paradise. As I sat there wondering what had brought those thoughts into my head I heard a car pull into the drive. I rose from my chair and went to the back door. It was Mary with two bags of things from the store.
"Hey doll, I bought some nibblers and stuff for tonight. I also picked up a couple of tear jerker's for us."
"Hi Mary, you didn't have to do that, but thanks."
"No problem Susan, no problem at all. Have you talked to the kids yet?"
"No not yet. I was going to call them this afternoon."
"Well it is afternoon. Why don't you go upstairs and call them on the bedroom phone. I'll get the first movie ready and pour us a couple of drinks."
"Sure, why not."
My talk with the kids raised my spirits. They were having a good time and had not started to miss their father or me yet. After about twenty minutes, I said good-bye and went back downstairs.
Mary was in the living room with the TV going and the DVD player all queued up and ready to go. We drank Miles' scotch and watched movies the rest of the night. When the movies were over Mary asked me about my dream. I shook my head then sighed in resignation.
"Well, in my dream last night I woke to the TV noise. There was a movie running that just completely shocked me."
"What was the movie?" Mary asked.
"I have no idea what the title was, but there were two naked men having sex with a woman."
"At the same time?" Mary asked incredulously.
"Yes at the same time. It shook me up pretty badly. Then I noticed you weren't sleeping on the couch. You were in that chair with you panties around your ankles shoving two fingers in and out of your vagina."
"I was? Damn did I miss something last night?"
"No. You turned to me when you heard me gasp as a third man entered the picture on the TV. You told me the movie gets better as the wife in the movie goes on to fuck her husband's softball team. That's when I woke to a dark silent TV and you sleeping peacefully on the end of the couch there."
"Holy shit Sue. That must have been really hot?"
"It scared the shit out of me Mary. I have never had a dream like that my entire life."
"Oh my, you poor dear," Mary said moving over and wrapping her arms around me. She held me as I shivered at recounting the dream I had.
"I'm alright now," I told her shrugging out of her embrace. "It was just so…so…I don't know."
"Was the woman enjoying what was happening to her?"
"Yes, she was screaming the foulest words I have ever heard from a woman's mouth, but it sounded as if she was enjoying herself."
"What did she look like?"
"What?"
"The woman in you dream. What did she look like?"
"I don't know, slim, fairly big breasts, dark brown hair, curly, down to her shoulders. Why?"
"Hmm, did you see her face?"
"No, not really, well kind of, when she turned to take the third penis in her mouth, I got a glimpse of her face. Oh my god," I screamed.
"It was you, you were watching, wasn't it?"
"My god Mary, my god it was me. Holy mother of …"
"NO!" Mary said as I flopped forward into her.
* * * *
I woke a little while later with Mary standing over me as I lay on the couch. I smiled up at her weakly as she handed me a glass filled with an amber liquid. More of Miles' scotch I assumed.
"Thanks dear," I said sitting up and taking the glass from her hand.
"No problem, well no problem until Miles' scotch runs out. This is good stuff."
Mary got bombed again as did I. The rest of the night, we laughed and giggled about all kinds of things. Mary never mentioned my dream and we soon fell asleep on the couch again. I woke sometime in the night from a dream that I remember to this day. It scared the living begezzus out of me.
I was in a large room with a large king size bed in the middle of the floor. There was a line of naked men standing around the room. One of those naked men was between my legs getting ready to shove his hard penis into my body. The funny thing was I knew the person in my dream was me and she was looking forward to it happening. I looked behind him and saw Mary on her knees getting the next cock ready for me. As the hard, hot cock pushed past my labia, I woke up.
I was gushing from my vagina. My body was shaking with excitement. I looked around the living room. There was only Mary asleep on the L of the sectional. I shook my head and lay down trying to get back to sleep, but all I could think about was the line of handsome naked men waiting their turn to be with me.
Eventually, I went to sleep. I never told Mary about that dream.
* * * *
A week passed without much happening. The only time I saw Mary was at work. I went home alone each night and called my mom's to talk to the children. They were still happy but missing me, a little bit. I told them I would be out to see them on Wednesday, my day off. They were glad to hear that. On Wednesday, I drove out to my mom and dad's, spending the day with my children. When I returned home that night, I was feeling much better and was even humming a little tune to myself. I slept like a baby that night, no dreams.
* * Friday * *
On Friday when I arrived at work I looked at my patient list for that day and saw that I was only seeing patients in the morning and my last patient for the day was around lunchtime. I also saw that he was a long time patient who had moved away about a year or so ago and I hadn't seen in a long time. I smiled to myself as I read his name on the list. He was always fun to see and talk with. The beginning of my day was looking up.
My mood brightened dramatically when I read his name. As I sat there going over my first patient's records I couldn't help but wonder why seeing him was making me feel so good about my life and myself all of a sudden. I shook my head to help me focus on my work. The morning went quickly, all my patients had only minor maladies, nothing earth shattering to deal with and my afternoon was still clear as I stood outside the exam room door where he was waiting.
I put a stern look on my face as I opened the door and stepped in. Closing the door, I turned to him. He looked fantastic. Even though he was almost as old as my father, he had lost a considerable amount of weight and looked extremely healthy. I smiled without thinking as I sat down in front of the computer.
"Well hello, it's been a long time," I told him, as I logged in on the computer.
"Hi yourself. What was that look on your face when you came in?" he asked.
"I was preparing myself to scold you about your weight as usual, but I see you have slimmed down. How much have you lost and when?"
"Sixty-five pounds over the past six months, I'm now at my correct weight and BFI."
"That's great! So why are you here today? Cindy didn't put anything in the computer. I'll have to talk to her about that."
"Don't scold her," he said smiling, "I asked her not too."
"Well then, why are you here?"
"I'm here to see you."
"Okay? And?"
"No and, I was missing you so I flew up to do just that."
"So the job is going well down in Texas?"
"No, not at all, I was let go eight months after I started. Downsizing."