Another Man's Wife

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My rise from the depths of despair.
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Bazzza
Bazzza
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There ain't nothing better in a man's life to have a woman to love, but there's nothing worse when that woman tells you that she doesn't love you anymore. I'll never forget the day when my lovely wife Catherine told me that she was leaving me for someone else. It went something like this, although my recollection may not be completely accurate for obvious reasons.

On Friday the 5th March 2005 at five pm in the evening, I arrived home from work just like any other day. I was surprised to see Catherine's car in the driveway loaded with suitcases, for I wasn't aware that she was going on any trips. It was only when I entered our house that I realised something was wrong, the look on Catherine's face was something I'll not forget. She asked me to sit down and then told me that she was leaving me. I sat stupefied as Catherine told me that she'd been having an affair for the past three months, and her love for the new man in her life was such that she was going to move in with him. When I asked who the new man was, I was told it was her new manager in the real estate company she worked for. With tears running down my face, I asked and then begged her to stay. And then with tears in her eyes, she whispered sorry and walked out of the door and my life.

I had no idea that Catherine was having an affair, sure she worked late at nights and put extra hours in during the weekends, but that's what real estate people do. I thought our marriage was bullet proof, we had the same up and downs as any marriage, but never anything major. Catherine was a rock of woman, attractive, strong and confident with a wicked sense of humour. The sight of her Amazonian curved body still made me hard after twenty years of marriage, and our love making was something else. There wasn't anything that Catherine wouldn't try between husband and wife. But to be told that Jimmy Keller, Catherine's manager now had her forever and I didn't, was simply unthinkable.

I don't know how long I sat in the lounge pondering my life without Catherine, I must have cried for hours, for it was dark when I eventually came to my senses. I can remember at the time, the horrible image of Jimmy between her legs, and the mounting desperation to bring her home for me to love and cherish was paramount. I would do anything, anything at all to have her back; I would forgive her without question. All I needed to do was to talk to her and surely she would see reason. I just had to act.

I tracked down Jimmy's address in the phonebook, and soon found myself outside his house. Sure enough, Catherine's Toyota was parked in the driveway beside a new Ford. With my heart in my mouth, I walked up to the footpath towards the front door. It was one of those flashy houses where you walk past large gardens and lounge windows to get to the front door; but the sight through the partially closed curtains stopped me dead. There in the lounge sat Catherine and Jimmy, their embrace passionate and strong.

I stepped from the path and into the garden close to the window to get a better view, the lights inside the room shielding me from my dark hiding place. I watched with a crying heart as Jimmy's hands stole under my wife's dress and slowly removed her panties. I watched as my lovely Catherine positioned herself on the couch and opened her legs wide for another man. I watched as Jimmy removed his clothes and slipped between her legs. And I watched as Catherine reached hold of his large erection and placed it between her submissive thighs. My heart died as Catherine wrapped her lovely legs around Jimmy, and then kissed him deeply. And only then, could I no longer watch anymore, for I knew in heart my Catherine was now gone from my life forever.

I'd never been much of a drinker, but sometime later I lay in the bath with an empty bourbon bottle between my legs, I think it had been half full when I started. In my hand was a loaded small frame Smith & Wesson handgun. Three times, the short barrel had been in my mouth and my finger on the trigger, and three times I had decided on one more swig of bourbon before I did the unthinkable. It was hard to fathom that my life had turned from damn near perfect to suicidal in a few short hours. But now the bottle was empty, and there was no excuse left for me on which to ponder. I closed my eyes and placed the now warm barrel into my mouth. I took the first pressure of the trigger and let my mind wander back through my life, and was just about to apply the final squeeze to end my misery, when the phone rang. The shrill ringing brought me to my senses, and for some unknown reason, I climbed from the bath and answered the hallway phone.

It was my good friends John and Susan that saved my life that night, for when they heard my uncontrollable weeping; they arrived at my house within a minute. Susan ignored my nakedness and covered me with towel before consoling me. As for John, well he picked up the Smith & Wesson and emptied the cartridges into his left pocket before putting the handgun in the right; I never ever saw it again.

Now its times like these when you find out who your real friends are. For the next two days, I was not left alone for a single minute. The suicide watch made sure that I didn't get one chance to harm myself. Even people who I thought were more Catherine's friends than mine, volunteered their help and support, and for that I will be eternally grateful. With their help, I began the long road to rebuilding my life without Catherine; and to be honest it wasn't without a few mistakes along the way, namely the use of call girls. It took a while for me to come to the conclusion that sex without emotion is little satisfaction. The journey back to some sort of normality was hard and painful, the sleepless nights, the lack of concentration and the feeling of loss and hopelessness. I would only have to see a happy couple laughing or holding hands, and I would fall slowly into a state of depression. But gradually and day by day, I lifted my head above the gloom and despondency.

Probably one of the biggest things that helped was exercise, for I took up running with a vengeance, something I hadn't done since high school. But the euphoria of beating a previous time and distance was like a medicine for my pain, and as the months passed by, I thankfully thought less and less about Catherine. In saying that, I have to confess to the odd tearful lapse, something hard for a grown man to admit. My social life was well organised for me, and there was never a weekend that I didn't receive an invite from friends, although the opportunities to meet the opposite sex was limited and probably unwanted on my part. The thought of another relationship was still too hard to bear.

I couldn't tell you when Kelsey and Adam moved into the house next door. One day the old neighbours were there, and the next thing I knew, there were foreigners living there. In those days, I don't think I was particularly sociable and apart from the odd wave and distant hello while mowing the lawns or the frequent coming and goings, there wasn't too much interaction between us. That all changed one Saturday, when Kelsey approached me as I was returning from my morning run and asked if she could join me sometimes. She told me that she liked to run, but didn't like to do so by herself, our neighbourhood was generally pretty safe, but there'd been the odd problem with lone women joggers receiving unwanted attention. As much as I wanted to say no, it was kind of difficult to do so. So I smiled and replied that would be okay, but later cursing as the last thing I wanted was to be slowed down by some unfit pretender.

The following day, Kelsey met me at the gate dressed very sensibly in good running shoes, baggy track pants and a loose shirt. Her longish hair had been tied back in a pony tail showing off a pretty but makeup-less face. Within two minutes, I realised that I'd made a serious mistake, for Kelsey set out at a quick pace and then settled down into an effortless gait which I had trouble keeping up with. After the first fifteen minutes, I had to ask Kelsey to slow down before I busted a boiler. I wasn't surprised to learn that she'd been a competitive long distance runner, good enough to be once considered for selection for the Olympics, but not good enough to be chosen. Over the following months, Kelsey pushed and coached me in both style and stamina, and had me achieving distances that I'd never considered possible.

During our runs, we gradually became friends and got to know more about each other. I told her about Catherine and what had happened, even about the suicide attempt. I was surprised at her reaction; she just stopped running and looked at me for a few seconds with big sad eyes, then gave me a little smile and my arm a little squeeze before setting off again. In turn, Kelsey told me about herself and Adam. She inferred that they had left their previous town because of trouble; I would later find out that Adam had witnessed a drive by shooting, and they were now in the witness protection scheme to avoid retribution by the gang who committed the crime. As time went on, we talked about our interests, things like movies and music. Kelsey implied that they didn't go out too much and pretty much kept to themselves.

On one of our excursions, Kelsey mentioned in passing that their computer had died, and since I worked in the industry, I offered my services. Later that afternoon, I went over to their house to diagnose and replace a failed power supply. My simple favour was repaid with an invitation for a meal, and it was at that time that I got to know Adam a little better.

We had lots in common, sport and fast cars; we disagreed on politics and spent many an hour in so-called debate on that particular subject. Stupid thing was that we were both too stubborn to be swayed by the other's argument, but it was still good fun. My failed marriage came up a couple of times, Adam already knew about my suicide attempt from Kelsey, which didn't surprise me at all. He put his arm around me and told me that nothing is worth that, and that every time I laughed since then was proof. Looking back, I never thought about the fact that Kelsey and Adam were kind of mismatched; he was a little older and carried around a substantial paunch from eating and drinking too much. On the other hand, Kelsey was one of those people who cared about her appearance and health. But not once did I ever see or hear her nag Adam about his extravagant intake. I was usually invited for a meal a couple of times a week, which I accepted but ensured I never outstayed my welcome.

It was a Wednesday night invite that things took a strange turn. We'd finished eating and the three of us remained at the table socialising over a rather nice red wine when Adam turned to me and grinned.

"What do think of my Kelsey?"

"She runs too fast." I replied with some humour.

"Do you think she's attractive?"

"Doesn't look too good in the mornings, the old track suit pants she wear's makes her arse look big. I'm usually behind her and its all I get to see." I replied.

Kelsey kicked me under the table and glared at me.

Her husband laughed when I pulled a face and rubbed my injured leg.

"So, you don't think my wife is attractive?"

I looked over at Kelsey and was surprised to see a nervous look on her pretty face instead of the sarcastic grin I was expecting. Where was this going I asked myself?

"Yes, she's attractive." I replied.

"How about desirable?" Adam asked. "Do you find my wife desirable?"

I placed my glass on the table and looked at them in turn, "I don't think I can remember what desirable is. Can you tell me what this is all about?"

Adam sighed and sat back in his chair, "I've got a problem with the old waterworks." he confessed. "Seems the old prostate ain't in good condition, the drugs I'm taking have rendered me useless in the old erection department. Pretty serious I'm advised; the doctors told me that I won't be able to perform the old humpty dumpty for a while."

"How does this affect me?" I asked.

"Be patient, I'm getting there." Adam suggested. "Thing is, that Kelsey loves sex, and I ain't going to be able to do it, well for a while anyway. What we're wondering is, whether you'd help out so to speak."

I sat back in silence for a few seconds, "Are you asking what I think you're asking?

"What I'm asking is; that you take Kelsey to bed and have sex with her until I come right."

"You're kidding, right?" I muttered.

"Nope, I'm deadly serious." Adam replied. "Kelsey needs a lot of lovin; I don't want her running around town on me. If she's going to have sex, I want it to be someone I know and trust, and I want her to be safe. I'm perfectly comfortable if that man was you. There's no catches, it will be with my blessing."

I scratched me head in wonderment, "I'm not sure I believe this, it's certainly something to think about."

Adam grinned, then began to stack the dinner plates and carry them from the table, "The longer you think about it, the more complicated it will become. I'll take these out while you two have a little chat about it."

I looked over at Kelsey to find her smiling at my discomfort.

"It's okay by me, what do you think?" she asked before taking a sip of her wine.

"Dunno, what's the downside to all of this?"

"Well, the sex could be terrible, but I don't think that'll be the case. I like you, but I don't love you. So it will just be casual sex, not a relationship or anything."

"Could you have sex without a relationship?" I asked

Kelsey nodded her head, "No problem. Look, I hate the word nymphomaniac, but the truth is that I need to get laid on a regular basis. I just want some straight sex without the baggage that normally comes with it. The way I see it, we can get together a couple of times a week and have a bit of fun, nothing more than that. That I can manage, question is, can you?"

I thought about it for a couple of seconds, "I think so, but what about Adam?"

"This was his idea, there's nothing kinky about it, he doesn't wanna watch or anything like that. All this may seem strange; but he just wants me to be happy."

Adam returned from the kitchen and sat down again, "So, how's the negotiations going?"

"Nearly there." Kelsey replied. "Just discussing any repercussions."

He turned to me and smiled, "When was the last time you got laid? Just take Kelsey in there and have some fun. There'll be no repercussions from this end."

"You sure?"

"Absolutely, so off you go, just make sure you do a good job of it."

Kelsey stood and offered me her hand; I gingerly stood and let myself be led from the dining room into a bedroom. Kelsey turned the light on then dimmed it down a little before turning to me.

Up until now, there's hasn't been any need to describe Kelsey, but I suppose I'd better take the time to do so now. She would stand medium height; her straight shoulder length hair was neither blonde nor dark, just a light shade of brown. She was naturally pretty with a small splattering of freckles over her nose, I'd never got close enough to notice what colour her eyes were, either light green or blue I guess. It was hard to say what her figure was like, for she always wore baggy clothes, when we were out running she wore track suit pants and loose tops. When around the house, her clothes were conservative, or maybe I hadn't really taken any notice. All I knew was she wasn't big.

But now I stood transfixed as Kelsey pulled her yellow top over her head and tossed it for me to catch, she let my eyes take in her light blue bra for a few seconds before unzipping her jeans. Letting them slide down her legs, she then stepped out of them. I could now see that her body was lean but curvy, her waist narrow and her stomach flat under matching blue panties. Her thighs were round and shapely with toned muscle, below, her calf muscles well defined. Her body was a contrast of shades, her arms and lower legs tanned; her thighs paler with her stomach a perfect cream.

Sensing my nervousness, Kelsey then stepped to me and nuzzled my neck, "Its okay, lets just take this one step at a time."

She lifted my shirt over my head and disposed of it before undoing my belt buckle and pushing my trousers down. I was embarrassed, for the first time in my life I stood in front of a near nude and attractive woman without an erection. But Kelsey smiled and then kissed me on the cheek before her mouth found mine; our tongues met and explored each other. Her body moulded into mine and I savoured the feel of warm skin for the first time in nearly a year. It was an almost strange emotion; for I hadn't touched someone with any sort of affection since Catherine left me. Sure, I had done it with call girls in the early days, but there was no kissing or any other sort of affection involved or allowed. I allowed my hands to touch her and trace her smooth skin, only then noticing that she was trembling as much as I was.

"Strip me." she soon asked between kisses.

I fumbled with her bra for a few seconds before managing to release it; then slowly removed it from her body. Her breasts were small but pert, her nipples small, dark and erect. She lifted my hands to them and then sighed as I gently fondled them; she then coaxed my right hand down to her panties. I traced her panty line with my fingers for a few seconds before she encouraged me to kneel in front of her. With my face now level with her pussy, I then eased her panties downwards to her ankles. A triangle of dark hair now sat inches away from my face, the hairs strangely more straight than curly. I could see the inverted V of lips through her thatch before they disappeared between her thighs. Then Kelsey moved away and crawled onto the bed, and patted the sheet beside her.

"C'mon, I won't bite." she assured me.

With some trepidation, I joined Kelsey, our first kisses both tender and passionate, with our hands we caressed and explored. My thoughts went to her husband in the next room, and wondered what he might be thinking at this moment. She eased me over onto my back and slid her body over mine, her thighs wide over my torso as she lowered herself so that her pussy was over my still limp cock. I could feel the wetness of her arousal on my cock, and closed my eyes in embarrassing disappointment at my lack of response. But Kelsey was determined, and began kissing her way down my body, nipples and belly button. I felt her take my cock in hand, and then the warmth of her tongue over its length before she took it fully into her mouth. And only then did I feel my cock rising to the occasion.

"Mmmmmmm." Kelsey muttered as I hardened, her hand stroking the length for further encouragement.

For the next few minutes, I lay back in splendour as Kelsey's velvet mouth worked the head of my cock with little licks and lots of suckling. From time to time, she would rub her face up and down the shaft before taking it back between her warm lips. Then, without warning, her body slipped upwards until her pussy was directly above my cock, and her hand guided it between her pussy lips. She lowered her mouth to mine before wriggling her pussy slowly downwards over my cock. Even though Kelsey was aroused, the tightness of her tunnel made the going slow. I could feel every little inch of her insides as she moved up down taking a little more each time, and her tongue stayed firmly in my mouth as she did so.

Kelsey broke the kiss only when she began riding me, sitting up straight; she placed her hand around the base of my cock and lifted her pussy completely off it before plunging down on it again and again. I was worried that if she missed, something was going to get damaged, but each time she hit the target with absolute precision. She smiled as my hands wandered over her body tracing the line of her thighs and waist before venturing to her nipples.

Bazzza
Bazzza
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