Note: My humble apologies. This was finished a while ago, and I should have gotten it to you sooner. I guess I forgot it was still in my archives. So I’m including the last two chapters.
His voice trails off just as his wife makes the connection. “Damn, James! That’s Nora in there!”
“Are you sure?” I stare incredulously. I can’t believe it!
They pull her head up and she gasps for breath. I hear Wilma tell her, “How about it, slut? You want more cock?”
I hear the word “Yes” before the woman gasps for breath and is pushed back under. Bubbles come up as it looks like she goes right back to sucking cock underwater.
What the hell?
“Gawd!” Sandra gasps breathlessly. “That’s Nora, honey; I’m sure of it! Think we can go inside and watch?”
“I don’t see why not,” Melvin replies enthusiastically
I’m so stunned I don’t know what to say. They quietly open the door and the three of us slip inside. Wilma sees me in an instant.
Immediately she brings a finger to her lips as though indicating we should all be quiet. I smile as I nod obediently. I want to stay out of the way of whatever is going on in here, especially when I see Donna grin at me as she hefts a toy in her hand.
Part VI
I feel the cock in my pussy begin to spurt. The idea I’ve caused someone to come inside me because of my helpless situation fills me with incredible arousal. Then the other dick goes off between my lips.
My lungs heave as bubbles come out of my mouth. Then I’m lifted to the surface where I gasp for breath. That’s when I hear Wilma tell me, “Show us what’s in your mouth, Nora.”
I obediently open my mouth to show the recent discharge. Then I swallow it down. I hear enthusiasm all around me. If only the damned hood wasn’t covering my eyes.
“That was so hot!” Sandra declares. “If it wasn’t getting so late, I’d have a turn for myself.” There is good-natured laughter.
“Not bad for giving up control,” Wilma admits. “Ford, let’s see what she’s won.”
The hood is slowly pulled up off my head. To my shock I look up to see James standing naked in the water directly in front of me. His cock has softened a little.
How long has he been in here watching me? How long has he been participating and I didn’t know it? I wonder if he fucked me before moving around in front of me.
He’s the one who’s been fucking my face for the last few minutes? I suppose I should know his dick when I feel it. But it’s hard to tell which cock belongs to who as I’m taking it into my mouth while holding my breath underwater.
There’s a look of pleasure in James’ expression. I can tell he liked fucking my face. But he was a little aggressive with me.
I give him a bit of an angry look as I tell him, “You didn’t have to be so rough, did you? Why do you always have to spoil everything? And it was going so well!”
The expression in his face sags. I can tell I’ve hurt him deeply. I feel a perverse sense of pride and control over damaging him so easily.
After all, it was his fault, right? He was rough on me! I think he enjoyed it just a little too much.
For a moment no one says a word. The room goes deadly silent. Wilma looks incredulous.
A part of me feels just a little bit guilty for having said what I said. But I was justified; right? Besides, he grabbed the back of my head and really fucked my face hard!
James turns and silently climbs out of the water. He grabs a towel and his swim trunks. Then he quietly motions for Ford to follow him out the door.
I look around to see looks of shock and dismay all around me. Now I’m starting to regret my words. But it’s too late to take them back. I can only try to justify them by blurting out, “He was a little rough on me! You all saw it; right? You must have!”
The awkwardness in the pool room is palpable. Couples start muttering about the time and how late it is. Nobody comments on how erotic it was anymore. It’s like a cloudburst showing up and suddenly drenching an outdoor picnic, driving everybody to their vehicles.
Sandra clearly fakes a yawn, saying it’s getting late. Everyone quietly gathers up their suits and towels and head out. There are comments about the lateness of the hour and how tired some of them are.
In less than a minute I’m left alone with Wilma in the water. She works at getting the cuffs off my wrists. The ones on my ankles are long gone, allowing me all that fucking from behind I recently received.
I think James was one of those who entered me while I was submerged before coming around in front of me. But for some reason I don’t feel happy about it.
Wilma shakes her head. Then she sighs, “You sure know how to empty a room.”
“But he was rough on me!”
“I saw you getting it a lot rougher. Actually, I thought James was kind of pulling his punches.”
I pause to think about it for a moment. I can recall a couple of cocks being more aggressive, with one or two not so much. Did one of the lesser ones belong to James?
I desperately try another tactic. “Wilma, it was a joke!”
“It sure was. I can tell you had James in stitches. We all had a really good belly laugh over it.”
“But I didn’t mean it!” But I know that’s a lie the moment it leaves my lips.
“Oh, didn’t you?” Wilma doesn’t buy it for a second.
I feel panic start to well up within me. I also feel those familiar stirrings of justification. James was a little rough on me. But I think she’s right. I don’t think he was nearly as aggressive as a couple of the others.
In hindsight, I think he was actually trying to enjoy himself while holding back a little. But I just can’t admit that. For some reason I simply refuse to admit I’m wrong.
Ford returns with a towel wrapped around his waist. He motions Wilma over and says something into her ear. She looks at him for a long moment. Then she nods with understanding as Ford heads back out the door.
I nosily ask, “What was that all about?”
Wilma ignores my question by offering one of her own. “You mind telling me what your little comment to James was all about?”
“I didn’t mean anything by it! I was just trying to be funny! He was a little rough on me, remember?”
“So you didn’t want him to be rough on you?”
“No… I mean yes! I mean… he didn’t have to be so rough!”
“I thought you were in here practicing giving up control… and giving it up for him, no less! I thought you were in here for the orgasms and for learning how to suck cock underwater.”
“But I was!”
“Is this still about that fight you two had several months ago?”
“I don’t even remember what we were fighting about!”
“Then it must not be all that important, other than making sure you remain in the right and in full control.”
“Wilma, it’s not like that at all!”
“What is it then? You don’t like sucking your husband’s dick; is that it?”
“Yes… I mean no… I mean… I don’t know!”
“You sucked everyone else, Nora. Why not James?”
“I… it’s not like that at all!”
“Then what were you thinking when you learned it was his cock you were sucking? What was it that caused you to lash out at him like that?” I can tell she’s struggling not to be angry with me.
“Wilma, I honestly don’t know! When I first saw him I was kind of glad to see it was him! Then it just sort of bubbled to the surface!”
“So you couldn’t help yourself; is that it?”
“It’s not like that at all!” Then I realize maybe it’s exactly like that! I feel tears well up in my eyes as I remember the hurt look on James’ face.
“What’s the matter, Nora? Don’t you love him anymore? Has getting all this other cock diminished your appreciation of your husband?”
I can’t keep from sniffling. “No. It’s just… I don’t know why I said it. It just sort of blurted out.”
“Like a lot of other things you’ve blurted out over these last few months?”
“Maybe I’d better go find James and talk to him.”
Wilma puts a hand on my shoulder, stopping me. “Not so fast.”
“Why not?”
“You want to know why Ford came back and whispered into my ear?”
“Yeah; what was that all about?”
“He told me he’s taking James home tonight. He’s driving him back this very minute. James asked him to.”
“What??”
I stand there stunned as a sick feeling settles in the pit of my gut. There’s a part of me that tries to rationalize this as being all James fault. But deep down I know that’s not true.
“Wilma, I’ve got to go talk to James!” Then I start to climb out of the water.
“He’s already gone back to your room to get dressed. Ford told me he wants to leave right away. Nora, you really did it this time. I guess you were right all along. Only this time I think you’re going to discover that living alone while being right all the time isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.”
I stare at her in shock. Then indignation rises up inside me. “Wilma, I didn’t mean it; you know that! It was supposed to be funny or something!”
She doesn’t say a word. She just shakes her head.
Realization fully sets in. James really wants to go home without me. That’s when the tears start to flow. Wilma sighs as she pulls me close and cradles me in her arms.
I get back to the room and change in record time. I want to get out of here just as fast as I can. I don’t want to see Nora again, and I certainly don’t want to talk to her.
I make sure to avoid any hallway that might make me cross her path. Eventually I end up out in the parking lot. Ford shows up a couple minutes later, having quickly dressed into his street clothes.
I head over to his vehicle as he pulls out his keys. “I really appreciate this, Ford. I… I just don’t want to be here one minute longer.”
“Are you sure you’re not taking this just a little too personally?”
“How would you take it?”
“I saw how much it hurt you, James. I don’t know how I would have responded. I probably would have been just as hurt. But are you sure this is the right response?”
“No, it’s probably not. It’s childish and selfish. But I’m a wounded animal, Ford. I’m trying to take myself out of the line of fire before anything else comes my way.”
“Fair enough.”
He unlocks their car and slips into the driver’s seat. I walk around to the passenger side door and open it up. Then I crawl inside.
He starts the motor as I ask, “How did Wilma take it?”
“She understands. I don’t think she wants me to go. But she understands. You know we both care about you and Nora.”
He throws the car into reverse. That’s when I put my hand on his shoulder before he can start backing up. “Shut it off, Ford.”
He looks at me for a long moment. Then he throws it back into park and turns the key. The engine dies as he asks, “Something wrong, James?”
“This isn’t right, Ford. You’re tired and it’s late. It’s not fair of me to make you drive me all the way home and then come right back.”
“Glad to do it, James.”
“I know you are. But I can’t let you, now that I think about it. This is my problem, not yours. I’d hate myself if something happened to you on the road on the way back. I don’t want an animal darting out onto the road or you falling asleep at the wheel.”
I open the passenger side door and climb out. Ford climbs out with me. “Are you sure, James?”
“I’ve got my own set of keys. I’ll just drive myself home. Would you and Wilma be so kind as to drive Nora home for me after breakfast?”
“Be glad to, James.”
“Thanks, Ford.”
I reach into my pants and pull out the keys as I walk over to our vehicle. I really don’t want to see or hear Nora anymore tonight. Going home with my tail tucked between my legs is certainly not very manly. But I can’t stand the humiliation. And I can’t stand the thought of having to look everyone in the eye tomorrow morning.
I open the driver’s side door. Ford comes over as I climb inside. “James, are you all right?”
“Not really. But things will work out eventually.”
“Do you want to talk?”
“You need to go back inside to be with your wife. I need to get away from mine.” Then I close the door.
I roll down the window after I put the key in the ignition. “Tell everyone I had a great time. Please express my apologies. This wasn’t what I wanted at all. I didn’t intend to spoil everyone’s evening. Maybe I should have anticipated something like this from the very beginning. Next time I’ll know better.”
“You didn’t spoil anything, James. I don’t think Nora really meant what she said; do you?”
“You heard the words come out of her mouth. What would you have thought if they would have been directed at you after all the stuff that happened in there? What would you think if you’d taken part and enjoyed watching your wife in the water being used and abused, cumming and bubbling, only for her to single you out like that in the end?”
He paused, giving it some thought. “You’re right. I probably would not have liked that in the slightest.”
“I enjoyed most of the evening. Tell ‘em that. Then bring Nora home after you’ve enjoyed a nice breakfast and said your goodbyes.”
“Somehow I don’t think Nora’s going to be in a very pleasant mood come morning, James.”
“I reckon you’re right, Ford.” Then I throw the car into reverse. I back out of the parking lot before driving off toward the highway, doing my best not to spin the tires.
Wilma comes back with me to our room. But I’m too late. James is long gone. It looks like he took his stuff with him.
I turn and start to sob into Wilma’s shoulder again. I can’t believe what I’ve done. What the hell was I thinking??
It was a stupid thing to say. James wasn’t that rough on me. I actually enjoyed it a little! So why the hell did I treat him that way?
Wilma helps me over until we’re both sitting on the bed together. I sniffle as I tell her, “I really messed things up this time; didn’t I.”
“It certainly looks that way.”
“Why did I tell him that?”
“I’ve been wondering that myself, Nora. Maybe you two just aren’t healthy for each other anymore. The words seem to flow out of you like a poisoned fountain.”
“But I didn’t mean it!”
“Then why did you say it?”
“I don’t know!”
“Yes, you do. You meant it or you wouldn’t have said it. You didn’t express any enthusiasm in learning it was your husband who’d enjoyed your oral skills. You only found something to complain about. To be honest, I don’t think he was nearly as rough on you as the others.”
“I know he wasn’t. Why did I say that??”
“Maybe it’s become second nature by now. Maybe you’ve settled into it like wrapping yourself up in a ratty, old blanket. It’s a terrible blanket, but you’ve clung to it for so long that you just don’t want to give it up.”
I look at her with tears in my eyes. Is she right? Am I really being that spiteful? I went into that pool room with the idea of improving my sex life with James. And it was working too… that is, until I foolishly drove him away.
I sniffle as I ask, “What do I do now, Wilma?”
“I’m not a therapist, Nora. All I know is that it seems as though you want to hang onto this offense with James and remind him of it every chance you get. I don’t think he’s going to take it much longer.”
I look up at her in alarm as her words hit home. “Do you think James would consider leaving me?”
“What reasons have you given him for staying?”
The tears start to well up in my eyes again. Then we hear a gentle knock on the door. Wilma looks at it in surprise as she says, “Come in; it’s open.”
The door swings open and Ford walks in. We’re shocked as I eagerly rise up to meet James, wanting to give him a big hug. “You didn’t leave after all! James; I’m sorry! I love you and…” But he’s not out in the hallway.
Ford lowers his head as he quietly replies, “James didn’t want me to make the long drive back in the dark. He left on his own. We’ll be taking Nora back in the morning after breakfast.”
Wilma nods her understanding. More tears well up in my eyes. James has deliberately left me behind.
The implications of that action couldn’t be more clear…
2021 (written Nov 8 ’21 by riwa)
Part VII
I don’t get much more than ten miles or so down the road before I pull over. I curse inwardly. Then I turn around and head back.
It’s not fair to dump my problem onto Ford and Wilma. I’m sure the others will be uncomfortable in the morning if they realize I’ve gone home and left Nora behind. That just doesn’t feel right to me.
I drive back, telling myself it’s probably for the best. It’s late in the evening, and I’m not in the best of moods. Maybe I shouldn’t be on the road. Besides, the bambi’s might be out and about. I don’t need to have an unfortunate deer end up sticking out of my grill in the middle of the night.
For a moment, I question what I’m doing. I really don’t want to go back and face anyone. And I certainly don’t want to face Nora.
I’m just tired of the whole thing. But it’s not right to dump my problems into the laps of others, especially since they’ve been so nice to me. The least I can do is take Nora home myself. Maybe we can skip breakfast and say our quick goodbyes.
I pull into the drive and find the same spot I’d parked in earlier. I sigh as I shut off the engine. Then I sit there for the longest time.
A heavy sadness settles over me. This isn’t good for either of us. Maybe I’ve been putting off what I should have done long ago.
Maybe it’s time we finally separated…
Ford is tired and wants to go to bed. Wilma looks at me and then at him. She sighs as she tells him, “Honey? If it’s ok with you, I think I’d better spend some time with Nora until she’s feeling better.”
Ford looks at me for a moment before nodding at his wife. His expression is one of kindness and sympathy. But there’s also a faint flicker of something else in his eyes.
“Take all the time you need, honey.” Then he looks at me again. His goodnight to me is polite. But I can hear the disappointment in his tone. Then he’s gone.
I feel guilty and ashamed. But I just can’t handle it. So I lash out again as I declare, “Wilma, he was rough on me in the pool! You all saw it!”
“I thought you said he wasn’t rough on you.”
“He was! You saw it!”
She sighs heavily. “Whatever you say, Nora.”
I look at her and see the same look in her eyes. She’s just as disappointed with me as Ford was. I don’t think she can help herself.
I lower my head, my emotions in turmoil. “You’re right – you’re right. He wasn’t that hard on me. Wilma, I don’t know what to do!”
“Ford and I will take you home in the morning. You and James can figure it out then.”
“But what if he doesn’t want to figure it out. What if… what if he wants to leave me?”
“Is that what you want?”
“No!”
“Then why did you bark at him like that?”
“I don’t know – I don’t know!” The tears fill my eyes again.
“Why don’t I tuck you into bed?”
“I can’t sleep; I’m too upset. Maybe I’ll go for a swim. Hell, maybe I’ll just go out and drown myself. I suppose that would solve everything, wouldn’t it?”
“You don’t want to do that, do you? Imagine how upset everyone would be. Imagine how upset James would be.”
“Wilma, he wouldn’t care!”
“He wouldn’t? Why do you think he came with you today? Why do you think he took part? Yet, you deliberately avoided him all night long! How do you think that makes him feel?”
My world feels like it’s crashing down all around me. And it’s all my fault. If only I hadn’t uttered those miserable words to him. How stupid was that?
Suddenly I don’t want to be in the room. It reminds me of the one who’s missing.
I stand up and look at Wilma. “I think I’m going to go outside for a while. Maybe I’ll get back in the pool.”
She eyes me warily. “You’re not going to do anything foolish, are you?” I don’t give her an answer.
I like the way she’s worried about me. But I know that’s selfish. Right now it’s all about me. I like the attention, even though it’s not entirely positive.
I head out of our room, the towel still wrapped around me. Wilma follows, also wearing her towel. She follows me as I find the stairwell and head up.
We get outside where I notice we’re having a warm evening. But I don’t really care. That’s when I drop my towel, walk to the deep end and step off the edge of the pool.
I hit the water with a splash, allowing myself to sink toward the bottom. The observation window is right there in plain sight. A part of me wishes James was standing there looking in on me. But another part is angry he abandoned me. My emotions are all churned up.
There’s another splash. I see Wilma has joined me. I suspect she wants to keep track of me so I don’t do anything stupid.
I finally climb out of the car. I’m tempted to stay inside and sleep it off ‘til morning. But that would force the others to deal with Nora until I made an appearance.
I don’t head to the room right away. Instead, I wander around outside. Then I make my way toward that pool where I played with those wives earlier.
I find myself thinking about the women I was sexual with. Sandra was a lot of fun. And Laura sure threw herself into pleasing me. Making them cum underwater was a hell of a lot of fun.
My cock stirs as I remember the activity that took place earlier. I look all around, but no one is in sight. Maybe they won’t mind if I take a late-night dip on my own.
I shed my clothes and drop them in a pile. Then I quietly wade down into the pool. I swim across the surface, enjoying how the water caresses me.
I fill my lungs and go under, pulling with my arms. I think about all the fun I had with the ladies out here. My cock stiffens as I release bubbles.
My mind drifts back to Nora. It instantly causes my cock to soften. Maybe it’s best not to think about her right now.
I pull hard with my arms, releasing bubbles out of my nose. It feels good to be in the water. I’m aroused, and it would certainly be nice to have a playmate. But all the wives are probably in bed with their husbands. It’s selfish wanting one of them out here with me for some company.
I swim back and forth along the bottom of the pool. Occasionally I allow a hand to caress my growing erection. The memories return of the fun I had with Sandra and Laura.
I surface for a breath. Then I submerge again. I swim to the bottom where I roll over onto my back.
My sinuses burn, but only for a short time. I start stroking myself as I recall the erotic memories of the last few hours. Naturally, there’s one memory I’m trying hard not to dwell on.
I’m not much of a swimmer. I just drift there until I pull myself back up. Wilma swims around me, releasing a couple bubbles out of her nose before she surfaces.
I find myself thinking about James again. I work myself over to the ladder. Then I take a deep breath before submerging.
I pull myself all the way down hand over hand. I stay near the bottom, holding my breath. There’s just enough light to see all around me. And there’s enough illumination to look inside at an empty observation room.
Wilma comes down to join me. But I don’t know what to do. She’s certainly attractive without any clothes on. But my mind is still on the disaster that took place a short time ago.
She sees my expression and reaches out to me as she holds onto the ladder with her right hand. She squeezes my shoulder as though indicating it’s going to be all right. I bubble as I look at her.
A part of me wonders what it would be like to open my lungs and inhale. But I really don’t want to do that. I’m just feeling sorry for myself.
I pull myself up to the surface where I gasp for breath. Wilma surfaces beside me. She looks like she wants to speak, but I can tell she doesn’t know what to say.
I fill my lungs and submerge again. I go all the way down to the bottom of the ladder, clinging to it with my left hand. Maybe I just want to torture myself.
Wilma comes down to join me. I don’t turn her away. I just close my eyes as I hold my breath while trying to blot everything out.
She reaches out and touches my breasts. I feel an erotic shiver ripple through me. I don’t feel like I deserve her caresses, although I allow her to keep right on touching me.
I stay down for as long as I can. It’s almost as though I want to torture my lungs. Then I open my eyes to see Wilma looking at me as she lovingly caresses me.
My chest heaves as I deliberately push myself. Maybe I can make my lungs explode in my chest. I hitch until I lose a burst of air before I shoot up for the surface.
Wilma follows me up until we’re both gasping at the surface. She gives me a curious look. I tell her, “Maybe I just want to torture myself for a while.” Then I fill my lungs and head back down.
She comes down with me until the two of us are holding our breath at the bottom of the ladder in the deep end. A glance into the observation room reveals it’s still empty. What do I expect?! James is long gone by now.
Once again, I think about opening up my lungs. But I just can’t make myself do it. What I can do is stay down until my body hurts.
It isn’t long before my chest starts to heave. Normally I’d shoot right up before it got this bad. Instead, I deliberately push myself, my body shaking from the agony of breathlessness.
I lose a massive burst of air. Then I shoot back up to the surface. Wilma follows me up until we’re both gasping out loud.
She smiles kindly. “Trying to tire yourself out, Nora? Or are you trying to stay down until you can make yourself inhale?”
“Just torturing myself, both literally and figuratively.”
“I think I can help with that.”
She gives me a sadistic look, one which gives me an erotic shiver. I’m not sure I’m going to like what she has to offer. But maybe I deserve it.
I fill my lungs and descend to the bottom of the ladder. Wilma follows me down. This time she grabs my head and mashes my face into her crotch, locking my head in place with her thighs.
I bubble in surprise before my tongue dutifully lashes out. It’s too bad, really. If only I could treat James just as good, if not better, than I treat my best friend…
The swim does me good. I even jerk a cum out of my dick. The release helps tire me out.
I surface and swim to the shallow end. I climb the steps and track down a towel to dry myself off. Then I slip back into my clothes.
I keep putting it off. But I can’t avoid it forever. I have to go back to our room now. At least Ford and Wilma won’t have to drive Nora home in the morning.
I quietly enter the building before heading downstairs toward our room. I pass through the observation room. Something makes me look through the glass into the water.
Two naked women are in the pool at the bottom of the ladder. One is making the other eat her out. Bubbles come out of her crotch.
I look closely and realize Wilma’s the one being licked out. Is she in there with Nora? It sure looks like her!
I stand there for a moment, observing the action taking place in the pool. Wilma suddenly looks at me as though realizing there’s someone in the observation room. The shock of seeing me standing in here is clearly evident in her features.
I smile tiredly as I give her a wave. She smiles back. Then she humps Nora’s face even harder, forcing up more bubbles out of my struggling wife.
She gestures for me to come join them. I wave her off as I fake a yawn. I don’t mind leaving them to it. Surprisingly, I’m really not that interested.
She gestures a little more forcefully. I pause indecisively. Then I motion… “Ok, I’ll be right up.” She responds by humping Nora’s face even harder.
Wilma really takes it out on me. She forces me to stay down for the longest time. I do my best to lick her out, only to have her hump my face hard.
I lose a big burst of bubbles. Maybe she’s going to drown me. A part of me thinks that might not be such a bad idea. Then my body responds, and I start to panic.
She hauls me to the surface where the two of us gasp for breath. “Had enough, Nora? Want to go to bed now? Are you getting tired yet?”
I think about our room and the fact James won’t be in there waiting for me. I don’t want to go back just yet. So I shake my head.
“Suit yourself. Fill your lungs, bitch!”
I’m a little taken aback at her tone. But I dutifully inhale. A moment later she forces me underwater.
We go right back down to the bottom of the ladder. Then she mashes my face into her crotch. This is my punishment for driving James away. I think she’s a little angry with me. I probably deserve it.
She grinds her crotch against my face. I taste her flowing juices. She seems turned on, even at this late hour.
Well, I am keeping her up late. She’d probably like to join her husband in bed.
A surge of selfishness flows through me. I lick her harder, trying to please her. At least she hasn’t left me like James did.
She keeps me down for the longest time, brutally humping my face while making me hold my breath. My lungs really hurt this time! I cry out a flush of bubbles, causing her to haul my ass back to the surface.
We pop up gasping for breath. I’m stunned to discover we’re not alone. James is standing nearby, curiously looking down on us.
“You came back!” I gasp with delirious happiness.
“You wanted to see me?”
“I’m happy to see you, James!” But his question was addressed to Wilma.
“I was sort of thinking you might join us in the pool, James.”
He smiles kindly as he tells her, “Thanks, but no thanks, Wilma. I think I’m going to go down and find a spot to crash. Maybe I’ll go to our room… or maybe I’ll just find a recliner somewhere.”
“James, you’re not going to stay?? Honey, why don’t you get in the water and join us!”
He waves dismissively at me. “You two are doing just fine without my help.”
Just like that, I’m crushed. I’m also desperate. “James, you can fuck Wilma underwater if you want!” Hell, I didn’t even ask her permission for that!
“No thanks, ladies; I’m good. I think I’ll be going downstairs now.”
I’m about to leave when Wilma calls out, “Just a minute, James. Could I ask a small favor?”
I smile at Wilma. “It depends.”
“You’re not interested in getting wet with us?”
“Not really.”
I don’t think she was expecting that for an answer. But Wilma is a pretty sharp cookie. I think she understands.
“Then can I ask you for a ‘dry’ favor?”
“A ‘dry’ favor? What’s that?”
“Could you stick around a few minutes, just to spot for us? It’s getting late, but we’re almost done. I think we’ll be ok, but you never know. Could you at least keep an eye on us until we’re done in here… for safety’s sake?”
It’s a polite request. I think I understand her ulterior motive. She probably wants to see if I’ll become turned on enough to join them.
I want to tell her that’s not going to happen. Seeing Nora in the water has killed any enthusiasm I might have had. However, I see no harm in sticking around a few minutes longer… for “safety’s sake” as she put it.
In response, I walk over and take up a seat in a patio lounger. Nora looks disappointed I’m not joining them in the water. Wilma nods appreciatively of my decision to stick around, at least for the time being.
She turns to my wife and says, “What was that you were saying to me about torture?” Then she pushes her under in a flurry of bubbles.
They drop partway down the ladder, allowing me to keep them in view. Wilma forces Nora’s head back into her crotch. She’s surprisingly rough on her.
Bubbles come up as I watch them. But I’m not the least bit interested in the eroticism of it all. Strangely, it does nothing for me. Even seeing her best friend making her lick her out underwater with all those bubbles coming up has no effect on me.
I watch to make sure no one inhales or gets into trouble. But I feel a sad tiredness begin to envelop me. I lean back in the lounger and rest, trying to keep watch as my eyelids start to get heavy.
Wilma makes me eat her out until my lungs feel like they’re going to burst. The next time we surface, she tells me to go back down and hold my breath while she climbs out. When she returns, she has a dildo strapped to her waist.
She gets back into the water with me. I look over at James. He looks bored. Are his eyes even open?
Wilma forces me under and fucks me several times until it feels like she’s trying to fuck the air out of my lungs. At one point, we surface to look over at James. His eyes are definitely closed. It looks like he’s taking a nap.
Wilma realizes he’s asleep in the patio lounger. So she tells me, “One last time; ok?”
“But he’s not watching anymore!”
“Maybe so. But you deserve a good, hard fucking, Nora!” Then down I go.
She submerges and really gives it to me good. A part of me wishes it was James fucking me instead. But there’s also a part of me that’s strangely glad it’s not James. My emotions are so jumbled up.
I’m exhausted when we finally climb out of the water. I look over to check on James. He’s fast asleep in the lounger.
I start to call out to him. Wilma stops me by telling me, “Let him sleep, Nora.”
“But Wilma, I want him to come down to the room!”
“Leave him be, Nora. Don’t force it.”
We quietly dry ourselves off. Then we start to head back down to our room. I panic the moment I realize we’re leaving James behind.
I try to stop her as I tell her, “Wilma, I need to go talk to James!”
“Let him sleep, Nora. He’ll come down in his own good time. Be careful you don’t make things worse than they already are.”
“How can they get any worse??”
She shakes her head. “I don’t even want to think about it.”
She gets me to the room and helps me into bed. I suddenly realize how tired I truly am. But I still want James to come down to the room.
“Get some rest, Nora.”
“But I want…”
“Not right now,” she says as she shakes her head.
I nod without saying a word. She goes to turn off the light. “Night, Nora.” Then she’s gone.
I tell myself I’ll rest a couple minutes. Then I’ll get back up and go find James. But that plan falls flat on its face the moment I drift off to sleep.
I awaken with the rising sun and a bit of a chill in the air. Nora and Wilma are long gone. The pool is quiet.
I rise up and check my watch. It’s a little after seven. With any luck, I can retrieve Nora and we can make our exit without too much fuss or fanfare.
I head down to our room and find her sleeping away. I gently shake her awake. “Nora? It’s time to go.”
Her eyes open as she sees me there. “James?”
“Time to get up and get dressed. We’re leaving.”
She blinks. “Honey, can’t we talk for a few minutes?”
“No time. I want to be on the road in a few minutes.”
“What about breakfast?”
“I’m not hungry.”
“Honey, about last night…”
“Are you getting dressed? Or am I leaving without you?”
She gulps as she sees how serious I am. She climbs out of bed and gets some clothes on. She fully understands I’ll leave her if she tries to put this off too long.
I take her bag for her. Then we head out. We find the stairwell and head up to the main floor.
I notice activity in the kitchen. I can smell bacon, eggs and coffee. It smells good, but I don’t wish to stay a second longer than is absolutely necessary.
Gene and Donna Riley are working to get breakfast ready for everyone when they see us. They notice Nora’s bag in my hands. I see a flash of sadness in their eyes before they force smiles upon their faces.
“Morning, guys. Not sticking around for breakfast?”
“We’ve got to be going,” I tell them with a sad smile.
“Well, we sure enjoyed our time together with you both. I hope you enjoyed it as well.”
“The hospitality was exceptional.”
“Yes, we really enjoyed it,” Nora adds.
“Thank you very much for your generosity. Give our best to the others. Tell everyone how much we enjoyed ourselves.” It’s not the entire truth, but none of us really wants to touch on what happened late last night.
“You folks take care,” Gene tells us. His words are full of unspoken wishes. I nod before taking Nora’s hand and guiding her toward the door.
James guides us to the car. I don’t know whether to be frightened or relieved he came back for me. He opens the passenger side door for me before he climbs in behind the wheel. In less than a minute we’re on the road heading home.
“James, about last night…”
He puts up a hand to stop me. “Nora, don’t. It’s all right. I understand now.”
“Understand what?”
“Let’s not talk until we get home; ok?”
Now I’m frightened as a dull ache settles in the pit of my gut. “James, what’s going to happen when we get home?”
“We’ll make arrangements; ok? You don’t really want another argument in the car, do you? We’ve had so many.”
“James, I…” Then I gulp as I go quiet.
He doesn’t have to tell me anymore. Deep down, I know what’s coming.
This is going to be our last car ride together.
Whose fault is it? Whose fault was it?
Does it really matter?
With tears in my eyes, I quietly tell him, “James? I’m… I’m sorry I spoiled last night. I’m glad you came back.”
He doesn’t say anything. But I can tell by the way his shoulders are sagged that he just wants it to be over.
I guess I want it to be over as well. But it’s not going to end the way I thought it would.
Hell, I’m not even sure anymore how I really wanted it to end. Maybe this is for the best?
2022 (written Jan 9 ’22 by riwa)