Then...Now

Then, I noticed something very different. The first time, she was in a hurry to get to the shower and I answered the phone in her stead.

This time, she wasn't in such a hurry. In fact, it seemed like she was finding things to talk about so that she could stay in the living room with me. Then the phone rang. I knew who it was.

Debi answered the phone. "Okay, be safe. See you when you get here."

She hung up and explained Brian's predicament.

Her towel began to slip down slightly. I could see the beginning of her pale, pink areolas. I wasted no more time.

I pulled her towel off, exposing her completely naked body to me.

Her breasts were firm and her nipples slightly upturned. Whereas Diana had a dark, thin, and silky texture to her pussy hair, Debi's was thick, coarse, and strawberry blonde...matching her long ponytailed hair on her head.

She made no effort to cover up or show any shame. She let me stare at her glorious naked body for several seconds.

"To my room. Neighbors can see through that window right there. Hurry up!"

Michael was right again. This was too easy. She violently pulled off my clothes and stared at the rigid pole standing up between my legs.

She made it clear what she wanted. No foreplay. Nothing but me inside of her. She quickly got on her back, spread her legs and lifted them in the air.

It didn't last long, but that didn't seem to matter to her. After finishing, she then began kissing me passionately. She ran her fingers through my short blonde hair and gazed into my eyes.

"I love you, Robby. I've always loved you. For years."

For years?

"I mean, it's like I've known you for years."

Suddenly, Michael appeared to both of us. This was unexpected. I thought I was the only one in the room that knew him.

"Hi, Michael," said Debi.

Debi was on her back, completely naked, and made no effort to cover any of her nakedness. Either she was an unashamed exhibitionist, or she knew Michael had seen her naked body enough times and decided there was no need for modesty. Besides, do angels or non-mortals even have any kind of sex drive?

I wasn't sure what to think. Debi knew Michael? Before either of us could say anything, Michael spoke up.

"Debi...Robby...this was a tricky one to fulfil. You see, I've visited both of you before and you both wanted this wish fulfilled. I knew after I visited Debi and she said nearly the same thing that you did, it made sense. You'll both have the memory of this afternoon when you get sent back to real time."

"You two have harbored some deep sexual desires for each other for as long as you've known each other. There's so much that Debi knows and Robby, you've been oblivious to it and at times, too trusting of Diana."

"Debi, this might be a good time to tell Robby what you know about your sister, Diana. Robby, what Debi tells you is the absolute truth. I can verify it for you...with pictures."

What truth? I was sitting up in the bed, naked to all, and confused. I was confused to what truth he was referencing. Debi wasted little time sharing.

Although I knew she had been in bed with Tom when we first started dating, she had also been in a threesome with Brian and a office clerk he worked with.

She had also had sex with the Sears assistant manager. Through the years of our marriage, she had engaged in sexual activity with several co-workers, two doctors, and two CEOs.

The biggest bombshell was when she invited Debi's then-husband, Gary, to join her for a weekend Las Vegas trip for her work. Gary told Debi that he was joining his buddies in Vegas for a couple of days. The truth was that he joined Diana and shared a room with her for the two nights.

Michael had granted Debi an additional wish. It had been granted when Brian admitted back in the days they dated that he, Diana, and another girl they didn't know had passed out and ended up naked in the same bed. He claims that nothing happened, but he conscience was clear that he told her.

Diana wanted to go back to the party and to the times that Gary was unfaithful.

Debi got to go back to that party, invisible to the others, and observe all activities.

It was nothing short of an orgy. Brian had screwed Diana, a girl named Tiffany, and a girl named Monica.

Diana had screwed both Tom, Brian, and some college kid whose name she never got.

Nobody had passed out. At least not Brian or Debi. They simply decided to spend the night together and sleep in the same bed, naked with Diana and Tiffany...with a lot of sexual activity through the night.

Fortunately, she broke up with Brian about two months later due to a lack of trust. He had cheated with someone else and the word got around. He was history.

"I'm not going to make any suggestions or counsel you, Robby," Michael said. "I just think it's fair to know that your wife has made no effort to stay true to you. Take that information and do as you please. This woman next to you has been one of your best friends for nearly 4 decades. That means a lot."

"Best of luck to both of you. You're both great people and it was a pleasure to help."

"Thank you, Michael, we both said in unison."

"What you've done means so much," added Debi. "I'll make sure I don't let this guy get away."

All we had to do was tell Michael when we were ready to go back to real time. We spent over an hour sharing the experiences that Michael had allowed us to have.

Michael left us photographs proving Diana's serial infidelity. At first, I wondered how he attained those, but then I remembered he could go anywhere in time. Getting pictures was probably easy for him.

Explaining how I got those pictures would be much more difficult.

We heard the front door open. It was Diana. When she saw us naked, we called on Michael to take us back to real time.

We were gone. The next morning, Diana saw us together again. Naked again. In our bed. No memory of what had just happened in our flashback fantasy.

The scene wasn't pleasant, but when she realized we had a shitload of evidence proving her infidelity, she backed off. She assumed that we'd been sleeping together for several years anyhow.

She was so wrong, but a part of me wished she was right. I had been deprived for too many years.

Not anymore. Those days were over.

ONE MONTH LATER:

Although Diana and I are now getting a divorce. It was inevitable. Diana didn't even attempt to dissuade me from calling it quits. Either she secretly wanted it or she knew it would be futile to try.

It's not going to be difficult. Sell our home and split the proceeds. She can have everything she's worked for and vice-versa. She's agreed to this.

There were repercussions from the family. They were mostly mad at Debi for being a "homewrecker". When Diana made no effort to correct them, I threatened to send plenty of naked photos of her with her many lovers, to their cell phones. Michael had left me nearly 100 pictures and I had them saved onto two discs...one for home and another in a safe deposit box.

I showed her 10 pictures that left no doubt about her infidelity. The others were various shots of her naked with other men and women.

That threat forced Diana into confessing her many indiscretions.

Michael had mentioned there would be no negative consequences. In some ways, he was correct. Divorce isn't exactly a positive thing, but it was something that had been long overdue. It would have been done many years earlier if I had known then what I know now.

Those pictures? I never bring them up again unless Diana decides to be difficult about anything. Those photos will always be my ace in the hole with her.

Debi and I have no intentions of getting married. Debi has enjoyed her single years and doesn't want her or me to be tied to just one lover for the rest of our lives...although we now live together and see no end in sight for that arrangement.

We give each other space yet make time for each other. The sex is great, the love is even better. I'll always have her friendship. Always. The friendship has taken on a much more intimate level now. We live together, yet any partners we have will need to accept that Debi and I will always be lovers but we're willing to share.

Before our fantasy flashback, I knew Debi enjoyed her single life. I personally knew two of the lovers she's had. Each time I wanted it to be me sharing that bed with her. After my 36 years of faithful marriage to Diana, I was eager to experiment with other women as well.

During my years working with the county, one of the dispatchers for the sheriff's office, Annie, had always flirted with me. She had been divorced for 10 years and had taken on a lifestyle resembling Debi's. She was a slightly overweight raven-haired beauty. She had gorgeous eyes, a large genuine smile, a wicked sense of humor, and a huge set of tits. I'm sure I would enjoy her. I was going to find out.

Debi retires next summer. A lot of travel is on the horizon. She wants to experience a nude cruise in the Mediterranean. That's something very different to be sure, but for her, I'm happy to experiment with her. Besides, there may be some naked European woman that would enjoy an American for a few hours in bed.

Thanks, Michael from both of us. You helped make our retirement years better than I could have imagined.