The Interloper, Conclusion.
Jessica was rudely awakened a second time by the damn phone. This second caller, Larry, was just as persistent as the first one, husband Greg.
What had ensued was the husband's ritual of reclaiming his wife from the interloper Larry. Greg did well. He always enjoyed eating his wife’s pussy. If Larry’s long pole had stretched her out, Jess's pussy was back to normal by the time Greg fucked his wife. She’d soaked a while in the tub, was squeaky clean and Greg was eager.
Jessica was not accustomed to what had ensued on this day at the resort: a late Saturday afternoon nap; being in the fog of good pot and Saison craft beer; being fucked senseless. Three hours later she skillfully deep-throating a second, albeit not as large a dick.
Sure, she’d been given time to recover, soaking in the jetted tub. Their after-sex chatting like most married couples had been so normal, despite partners knowing that Greg was her second man of the afternoon.
Both husband and wife avoided discussion of Jess’s/Jessica’s infidelity. That conflation of names personified the distinction. From their first moments, Larry had referred to the Mrs. as ‘Jess’, much to Greg’s irritation.
From Day #1 of Greg’s introduction to his now wife, he’d called her ‘Jessica’. It was Greg’s favorite way of addressing his wife: he could draw out the three syllables for emphasis. He could be praising her for one thing or another; scolding her; trying to communicate his love or wonder or just calling her name by her beautiful name.
Larry insisted on calling her Jess. It irritated Greg, drove him nuts! It was Larry’s subtle way of claiming the wife, right under husband’s nose! Greg steamed at questions like, “Jess, where did that wine come from? I know it was South America, but Argentinian or Columbian?”
Husband and wife were intertwined in the bed, in after-sex bliss.
Then the second hour long doze, cruelly interrupted.
“Hey. No, Larry. We are done, Larry. Greg is in the bathroom, I guess. What time is it anyway? I am A.F.O. after you two guys pleasured yourselves all afternoon.”
Caller Larry responded, “Yeah, Well. It sounds like you got some pleasure out of it yourself. Did Greg do right by you as well?”
“We all agreed not to discuss our sex life without the others being around.” Jessica’s tone of voice was a caution Larry heeded.
Larry went on, “It’s almost six o’clock. Time for your treatment. I ordered you the special two hour treatment. The spa is on the lowest floor, across from the indoor pool. They are expecting you.”
“What about Greg? What is he going to be doing for two or three hours?” Larry was not sure if Jess’s tone genuinely reflected concerned about her husband’s welfare. Or something else?
Larry’s response did little to clear things up, “I have plans for Greg while you are luxuriating. Ask him to meet me on the veranda, at the front entrance.”
Greg got out of bed first, showered and found his clothes hanging in the adjoining room closet. He put on the casual clothes, assuming he would be escorting his wife around the resort campus.
When he re-entered the larger room, Jessica told him of Larry’s ‘invitation’ to the veranda.
He said to his wife, “Jessica. What the fuck does that guy want to talk with me about? I don’t like it. I wasn’t sure about this whole weekend, this whole thing!” By 'thing', Jessica knew the thing was her husband driving/escorting his wife to a resort for a roll in the hay with her lover.
“Oh fuck,” she thought. For an instant she rued this whole 'thing' as well. Despite the thrill of having a masterful fuck-buddy as well as an able husband whom she still loved with all her heart, the verbal gymnastics needed to balance two male egos was taxing.
From that first giddy flirting at Costco wine department, to her agreement to follow Larry to the coffee shop and ending with the bold invitation to her house, Jessica had to do a delicate balancing act. The personification of that feat demanded she be one person (good old ‘Jessica’) to her husband while being sexy-big-dick-loving-married-slut-wife ‘Jess’ to Larry. She realized she possessed two personalities, depending on whom she was with!
Jessica remembered how this had all started. Greg had brought up the subject of inviting another lover into their bedroom. Both she and her husband had fantasized about making it a reality one day. Larry presented as the perfect person: intelligent, good listener, single, clean-appearing. After several phone chats, e-mails, dares and double-dares, she decided to make her husband’s fantasy a reality.
