When John reached Tom’s house, he was already expected. “Just off the phone with Blanche,” were the first words he heard.
“Are you going to let me in or has she convinced you to send me packing?” John asked, “I hope she doesn’t have you that pussy whipped. You should be on my side.”
“Well, come on in any way,” Tom chuckled, not taking the whole thing seriously. He opened the door wider and stood back. “She figured you would wind up here, and she asked me to tell you to come home right away or at least call her. She wants to know if you want her to pack your things for you. LOL.”
“Very funny, you bastard. Just because you can’t get any strange, you want to enjoy my being cuckolded by some twenty-something buck. You forget who put you in touch with that married pussy. He made your performance look like the amateur hour too you know. Get me a beer.”
They settled with their drinks and turned on the golf tournament on TV. “Did she give you all the details?” John asked.
“She didn’t have time; just said you had run off in a huff, as you have done before by the way, and she regrets something she said and needs to fix things with you. Do you want to tell me?”
“It’s pretty embarrassing, but she spent the night with one of our kid’s former school chums and it was the best sex she has ever experienced. They fucked all night and again this morning. She pretty much told me that I am a lousy lover, and her pussy belongs to him.” Relating this to his friend had John near tears.
“I realize that I brought this on, and there is no going back, but I don’t know if I can handle it.”
Tom pondered what he had heard for a while before speaking. “John, you are my very best friend, and Blanche is a close second. I love you both, and I don’t want you to separate. Of course, you can stay here as long as you need, but I would ask that you first call her and let her have her say.”
“Well, not right now; I don’t have a forgiving bone in my body at this moment. She and I both need to get our heads straight on what is important before we can have a useful discussion. This may be the end of us as a couple.” They turned their attention to the golf.
Several beers and a pizza later, Tom reminded John of his promise to call Blanche.
“John, darling, are you all right?” was her greeting.
“Hell no! Are you kidding? I’m the farthest thing from all right.” His anger rose along with the food and drink until he thought he might barf.
“Sweetheart, I am so very sorry. I should have been more circumspect. You caught me in the afterglow of a unique experience. I had just awakened, and I wanted to get you excited too. In my semi-daze, I assumed that you would be pleased that I had a good time. Of course, I see now that I went a bit overboard.”
“A bit? You simply told me that, in our entire thirty years together I never came close to pleasuring you like this stud did in five minutes, for several hours. How could I ever be with you after that?” His voice was freighted with anger and despair.
“If it comes to that, it will be the saddest thing in my life. You may not believe it right now, but I love you more today than ever, and I can’t bear the idea of losing you. If you will come back you will find me willing to do almost anything to please you. Please come home, at least to get some clothes.”
“I’ll discuss it with Tom.” He hung up the phone and turned to his friend, who had heard his end of the conversation. “She wants me to come get some clothes, and she thinks she can convince me to stay. Come with me, you can arbitrate.” But Tom would not go with him.
When he walked into their house, Blanche didn’t try to hug or kiss him; she took his arm and walked with him to the den. He sat in the armchair, she on the sofa. Neither spoke for some time, then she cleared her throat and began.
“Let me begin by apologizing to you. I went way over the line this morning, and I should have known it. In my defense, I always intend to be honest with you; I believe that I have been, throughout our marriage, and I want to be that way now and in the future.
“I have been thinking about us, you and me, in light of what happened last night and this morning. Today’s young people have been exposed to sex in its many manifestations from an early age; they have internet, porn and sex education. They know about all sorts of sex and lifestyle choices. We had none of that; all we had were prohibitions and no-nos. They are much more sophisticated than we even at our age, or at least me. That young man is an accomplished lover, skilled in all aspects of seducing and pleasuring a woman. and I succumbed to it eagerly.
“For our entire marriage, I had only my mother as a role model. The idea that a wife should enjoy sex was for paperback bodice rippers. I am not making excuses; like you, I should have looked around and seen that we, I, could make sex into a fun activity. Even when I saw what you and Tom were watching, I took it as a perversion to be avoided. My mind was closed, and that’s on me.
“Your little scheme with Tom opened my eyes some, and I wanted to continue exploring my sexuality. Then he took sick, and we didn’t know if he would play again. This is probably a good time for me to tell you that I have given him a couple of gentle blowjobs when I have brought food to him.”
John’s heart lurched, and his anger began to rise, but he opted to say nothing.
“I know that I have not been as enthusiastic with you as when we were playing; perhaps my guilt at not being truthful dampened my libido. You know the story about Jim and me, more than you wanted. I’m sure.
“I am not going to sugar-coat this; you deserve the whole truth. I was fully primed to let everything go with him. I went to his apartment intending to not hold anything back, and I didn’t. From the moment he took me in his arms at the front door, I was a trembling ball of sexual excitement. I intended to do everything to him that I had seen in your porn videos and have him do the same to me.
“When you came home this morning, I was careless in my choice of words. The only person I make love with is you. He and I explored the gamut of things a man and woman can do together sexually, but we did not make love. I love only you, and I hope you can forgive me and be my husband like we said in our vows.”
“I did not mean to make you feel inadequate, but I see now that I did just that.” As they talked, Blanche rose and came to sit on the arm of his chair. She ran her fingers through his hair, giving him an unwanted rush.