Jane sat in front of the muted TV waiting for John to come home. Her lifestyle was playing in her head and she realized that it was bifurcated. On one side was mundane drudgery, cooking, cleaning, shopping, laundry, paying bills, and John. On the other was sexual fulfillment, dopamine highs, thrilling foreplay, oral gratification, powerful orgasms, and Bob.

With that attitude, it was no wonder that John feels alienated from her; she has shunted him aside almost totally, substituting obligatory chores for affection and companionship. The big question was whether she could, or wanted to remedy the situation. It would almost surely mean giving up Bob.

But then, that may happen whether or not she wants it. His wife is feeling better and probably wants him back. Jane wasn’t going to give him up one minute sooner than she must. Bob would have to be the one to break it off. She knew she should be feeling guilty, and remorseful. Why wasn’t she? In the cold light of day, she knew that her neglect of John was not accidental; she was losing interest in him.

If his ED was cured, she had seen no evidence of it; no morning woody that she could remember. Maybe he had lost interest in her as well. They had twenty-five years together and perhaps had squeezed the last of the juice from the orange. Maybe it’s time to go our separate ways, she thought. She went to bed intending to have an uncomfortable talk with John in the morning.

Jane went to bed, but sleep eluded her. Her mind was racing from one thought to another; memories of the many wonderful times that she and John had shared over twenty-five years interspersed with images of the surreal ecstasy of her first sex with Bob.

She felt anger at John for walking out on her, followed by berating herself for her readiness to write off their marriage in response; sadness at never having a child with John, coupled with a fantasy of Bob impregnating her, knowing she is barren and peri-menopausal.

Tears came to her eyes, though she did not know for whom or what. After all that I went through, don’t I deserve to have great sex? Didn’t John encourage me to take a lover? What did he expect me to do? Of course, she knew that he expected some benefit to accrue to him too. Lately that didn’t fit in with her compulsions.

She had become Bob’s bitch, cruelly rubbing John’s nose in it, not hiding it. Nothing that she and John could do would compare to the incredible high she got when Bob was between her legs, or his cock was in her mouth. The magnitude of her betrayal of her husband was inescapable in the starkly dark, empty bedroom. She finally fell into a troubled slumber.

She awoke hugging John’s pillow, damp from her tears, and smelling of him. He had not returned last night. After waiting to be sure that Bob had taken his son to school and gone on to work, she decided to talk with Susan, his wife and her friend.

Susan greeted her cordially, but cooly. “Have you come to tell me to keep my lips off my husband’s cock?” she asked, smiling. She ushered Jane into the kitchen and offered coffee. She had buzzed her head bald, and the darkness around her eyes gave her a certain frail, waif-like prettiness.

“You are looking quite well,” Jane told her. “I understand that you are well enough to take part in more wifely activities. I wonder if that means Bob and I will be winding things down.”

“It appears that our little experiment has gone a bit awry, doesn’t it? You two seem to have gone off the deep end. Maybe it’s time to put an end to it.” Jane’s heart sank a bit at Susan’s declaration. “Your husband has been to see me,” Susan added.

“I see. Well, he walked out on me last night. It seems he has met someone else. Did you encourage him?” Instead of a direct answer, Susan digressed.

“I know that I am younger than you, but because of our lifestyle, I have much more experience than you in extramarital sex. I’ve seen several couples split because one of them couldn’t handle the jealousy, or the other got carried away with the sex.

“I can see that I should not have let Bob seduce you, but I was too sick to supervise things. He is catnip to even the most hardened women, but he is all mine. You can’t have him. I will give you a little time to wean yourself from him, but don’t wait too long or he will just be gone, and I would not like to lose your friendship over a man.

“Furthermore, I have good news; I may not need a radical mastectomy. The tumor has shrunk considerably, and there seems to be no involvement of my lymph glands. Bob may get to keep his wife intact.”

After congratulating Susan and thanking her, Jane arrived home to find John waiting for her.

“How was your date?” she asked.

“Not good,” he replied morosely. “In the end, I couldn’t perform; another failure.”

“Oh, John, don’t say that. You aren’t a failure. If anyone is it’s me; I have failed to show you the love that I should have. That is the real failure in this thing we are doing. I am seeing myself with new eyes, thanks to you and Susan.”

“So, you know that Bob will be going back to her soon.”

“Yes, she said as much this morning. I suppose that it’s too late for us.” There was a hopeful note in her voice.

“Well, the treatment has not enabled me to raise a hard cock in bed with you. The knowledge that you are totally owned by Bob is too high a barrier for me to climb, I guess.” John looked dejected.

“Yes, I can see that I left you out of my sex life, didn’t I? The truth is that If Bob had asked, I would have left you for him, I was that smitten. But in fact, for him I am just a convenient piece of ass. He has a strong sex drive, but he loves Susan totally.

“I have been an old fool, and now I guess I have lost you, too.” Jane hates to cry, but the tears came unbidden. John took her in his arms.

“What would you like to happen now?” he asked. She rested her hand gently on his slumbering cock.

“I wish we had never started this mess. I would love to try to make you hard and have you fuck me like a good husband.”

John was not prone to argue.