The Epiphanous Spouses Pt. 05

"Enjoying the sights. David?" She must have seen the exchange of glances between my admirer and her admired. The woman misses nothing.

"The truth be told, everything is beautiful around here including present company."

"Charming aren't you. How are things on the home front? Kids doing OK now that they are back to school?"

"They are doing fine. I haven't talked with them since last week but they have their interests. I'm sure having old dear dad checking up on them isn't high on their priority list. How about yourself?"

We exchanged chit chat for a while before deciding on the restaurant. We both felt adventurous that evening and settled on a quaint Vietnamese dining spot that had just opened in the couple months since my last visit. All and all it was a great meal and we settled up to go for a walk along the greenway and vineyards leading back to the Meritage.

"Pam, you know I've always felt I could open up to you with the travails of life as you once phrased it. I need to unburden myself upon the one woman I think can make sense out anything when pushed. You game?"

She looked at me and nodded. "I thought something was on your mind. You never looked twice at a woman flirting with you that I knew of yet the two lookalike hotties had you nearly drooling. How come you never drool over me, huh?" She poked my in the shoulder and took my arm as we strolled.

"Of course you know you can talk to me about anything in complete confidence so let's grab a bottle of something really nice and head out to the patio bar by the pools. If you get pissed by bedtime, I'll throw you over my shoulder and tuck you in."

"Pam, I drool over you in my sleep so don't ever feel left out." We grabbed a nice Cab and settled in a comfortable table and chairs where we could talk and still observe other people while enjoying the wine.

I wasn't even sure how to begin and had not even given any thought to it. She had read my mind so I threw caution to the wind and bared my soul.

"Pam, did you ever cheat on Bob or come close to it? Of course you don't have to answer that if you care not to. I'm just curious."

She hesitated for a moment pausing to think on the matter.

"David, between you and I and nobody else, yes, I cheated on Bob but he made me think of it as something else. It's hard to explain. He wanted me to even though later I felt horribly guilty about it, well, until he told me he had done the same thing."

Her eyes were misting now. As a couple they had an intense love for each other and his death really affected her badly for a couple of years.

"Don't mind the tears. They aren't for the guilt. They are for the happy memories. So, where was I? We both had sex with other people. He did it in Germany between field deployments and I did it here in California. There was certainly no love involved. For both of us it was a sexual release although I'd be quick to say it was a damn fun way to release tension. Now, we both struggled with it at first when he came back that first time but we got over it quickly. He showed me that what I had done was no threat to him and while I didn't feel the same at first, you know, my double standard, I came around with it.

So now my question back to you since I've now exposed myself as a cheating little whore of sorts, why are you asking me this? I know there is something big here, come on, spill it."

I wasn't shocked at what she revealed. I was just startled a bit realizing how comfortable she was with it long afterwards. So I began to tell my tale starting with the first time I saw the evidence of Marylyn's adultery and I don't think I left anything relevant out. She seemed particularly interested in the ménage à trois over the past weekend and pushed for the salient details. She probably raised my eyebrows more than I raised hers. When I finished, she refilled the glasses.

"So?" I asked "What do you think?"

"Ha!! I think you are a fucking bad ass, that's what I think. When can I get some of that??"

"Come on, seriously."

"OK, then, David, listen. You have been through the ringer for months. I don't know how you did it, compartmentalizing yourself like that because that's what you did. You broke your life into compartments and separated them from really interacting. When the shit hit the fan, the compartments folded and all the pieces began interacting with all the external sensual influences swirling around you. There is a Jungian thing that tackles that but I'm not schooled enough about it. There isn't a thing wrong with you and I don't think there is anything wrong with Marylyn either other than she should have come to you from the very beginning instead of allowing herself to be subjected to a brute she detested. She fucked up bad there. You would be justified in divorcing her ass right now for that but I know you too, David Stone. That's not you.

You love that woman just like I loved Bob. He knew I was putting out for some strange dick in a hotel room and his love never wavered. I knew some little German Fräulein was getting laid by my big American hero and I never stopped loving him. So I guess what I'm saying is if it works for both of you as a couple, then enjoy it while you can. I don't think most couples could do that. Hell, I know most couldn't. Bob and I could fuck other people when we were separate and be comfortable with that but I don't know about lying next to him while he boned some other chick in the same bed. I might not have been able to go that far but it sure is fun to think about Ha!"

OK, so she did what she did best. She laid it all out sensibly and I agreed. If it works, then go for it. If it starts to get really confused, then perhaps we step away from it.

While we were chatting, a jazz dance band was setting up and they began to play a few numbers on the patio floor. They sounded great and with the abundance of wine, we were both ready to get out of the chairs. Pam and I danced a few numbers together until a good looking and much younger man asked her to dance. She didn't want to at first because she didn't want to leave me but I told her to enjoy herself, that I was fine. And, I was fine too. Shortly afterwards, one of the gorgeous twins I watched earlier walked up to me smiling and asked me to dance. Being a gentleman, I wasted no time accepting.

Her name was Carla and her sister was Sandy. It was Sandy who had asked directions of me earlier and if she had not told me, I would have never known. I glanced over at their table and Sandy was sitting there, still smiling at me or us as it were. We shared a couple of dances before she took me over to introduce me to her sister.

Pam was still dancing with the young Casanova and having a blast so I joined the two sisters at their table for a while. As luck would have it, they were both M&A analysts and we just settled into a great conversation for several minutes. Both were divorced, no kids, independently wealthy and no desire to get married again and they loved what they were doing. OK, I could understand that. I think its called happiness. On top of that they were both strikingly beautiful and identical in every way. The only difference between them was the color of their dresses.

"Well, there is one other difference but we would have to get naughty for you to see." Sandy noted.

"Oh wait, there's really two differences." Carla chimed in.

The women just laughed at that point agreeing with each other and I could only shrug with an amused smile on my face. At that point, Pam walked over and introductions were made with Pam joining us. The conversation drifted toward wine vintages and with Pam the expert, I just followed along taking in the fantastic view of femininity as I listened. Casanova apparently struck out and now Pam would cast an occasional glance and smile my way unrelated to the conversation. With the wine flowing, I probably misread that as just an old friend being friendly. The gorgeous twins picked up on it though and after another round of pleasantries they excused themselves for the evening promising to catch me the following night if I was around. Twenty minutes later, another worm turned.

"Motherfuck me ... yes, just like that. Hit it ... Oh my fucking god ... hit it."

I sank my prick deep and bottomed out pushed against her cervix before slowly pulling out and fucking into it again. The strength in her kegels were milking every stroke. Pam was fucking me back with fury, slapping my ass every time I buried in her. She was a screamer or rather a grunter.

"Oh my fuck ... that is good ... fuck it, baby. Take it like you always wanted to ... oh honey Fuuuuuck I'm gonna cum ... Oh my God! Do it."

Her pussy milked my dick when she went over the edge and her hands gripped the sheets and she bucked her hips up to meet every thrust before her body exploded in a peaked orgasm. With her face buried in my throat she moaned loudly as her pussy gushed around my cock, soaking the sheets beneath us. Absolutely fantastic. As soon as she just started to come off her peak, I emptied my nut deep in her soaked pussy. She wouldn't let me go at first, clinging me to her body with her strong arms and legs. When I had softened in her she relented and I lifted myself off her and lay at her side playing with her hard, taunt belly, her abs. She had better defined abs than I did. She was a specimen.

Reaching across my chest she pulled her clasp pocketbook to her and fished around before finding a cigarette and lighter. I looked at her in complete surprise.

"This is the only time I ever smoke and only after a really great orgasm."

OK, that was a new one. We lay there in mutual bliss for several minutes while she finished her smoke in my non-smoking room. After catching the ashes in her palm she scooted off to the bathroom and flushed the butt. When she came back she crawled on top of me and we stayed face to face like that for quite a while before she said she wanted to do it again and lowered her face down onto my now growing prick. She wasn't a one trick pony, that is for sure. We sucked and fucked each other for the next hour before finally running out of gas and fell asleep in each other's arms.

Pam was up and out of the room before I woke in the morning. She left a note for me on the table.

"David, I didn't want to wake you that early so I watched a beautiful man sleep for a while until I had to go get ready for work. I probably drank too much last night because this is really fucking early! That said, thank you for the most wonderful evening with the most sensual man I have ever known with the exception of just one of course. It was beyond the best and no, I don't feel the least bit of guilt. I've dreamed of you like that for so long. I'm sure we will talk later. Until then, Love you always, Pam"

One less day of recuperation and another layer of complexity.

End of Part V