His voice trails off just as his wife makes the connection. \u201cDamn, James! That\u2019s Nora in there!\u201d<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cAre you sure?\u201d I stare incredulously. I can\u2019t believe it!<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n They pull her head up and she gasps for breath. I hear Wilma tell her, \u201cHow about it, slut? You want more cock?\u201d<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n I hear the word \u201cYes\u201d 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.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n What the hell?<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cGawd!\u201d Sandra gasps breathlessly. \u201cThat\u2019s Nora, honey; I\u2019m sure of it! Think we can go inside and watch?\u201d<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t see why not,\u201d Melvin replies enthusiastically<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n I\u2019m so stunned I don\u2019t know what to say. They quietly open the door and the three of us slip inside. Wilma sees me in an instant.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n 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.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n I feel the cock in my pussy begin to spurt. The idea I\u2019ve 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.<\/p>\n My lungs heave as bubbles come out of my mouth. Then I\u2019m lifted to the surface where I gasp for breath. That\u2019s when I hear Wilma tell me, \u201cShow us what\u2019s in your mouth, Nora.\u201d<\/p>\n 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\u2019t covering my eyes.<\/p>\n \u201cThat was so hot!\u201d Sandra declares. \u201cIf it wasn\u2019t getting so late, I\u2019d have a turn for myself.\u201d There is good-natured laughter.<\/p>\n \u201cNot bad for giving up control,\u201d Wilma admits. \u201cFord, let\u2019s see what she\u2019s won.\u201d<\/p>\n 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.<\/p>\n How long has he been in here watching me? How long has he been participating and I didn\u2019t know it? I wonder if he fucked me before moving around in front of me.<\/p>\n He\u2019s the one who\u2019s been fucking my face for the last few minutes? I suppose I should know his dick when I feel it. But it\u2019s hard to tell which cock belongs to who as I\u2019m taking it into my mouth while holding my breath underwater.<\/p>\n There\u2019s a look of pleasure in James\u2019 expression. I can tell he liked fucking my face. But he was a little aggressive with me.<\/p>\n I give him a bit of an angry look as I tell him, \u201cYou didn\u2019t have to be so rough, did you? Why do you always have to spoil everything? And it was going so well!\u201d<\/p>\n The expression in his face sags. I can tell I\u2019ve hurt him deeply. I feel a perverse sense of pride and control over damaging him so easily.<\/p>\n After all, it was his fault, right? He was rough on me! I think he enjoyed it just a little too<\/strong> much.<\/p>\n For a moment no one says a word. The room goes deadly silent. Wilma looks incredulous.<\/p>\n 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!<\/p>\n 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.<\/p>\n I look around to see looks of shock and dismay all around me. Now I\u2019m starting to regret my words. But it\u2019s too late to take them back. I can only try to justify them by blurting out, \u201cHe was a little rough on me! You all saw it; right? You must have!\u201d<\/p>\n 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\u2019s like a cloudburst showing up and suddenly drenching an outdoor picnic, driving everybody to their vehicles.<\/p>\n Sandra clearly fakes a yawn, saying it\u2019s 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.<\/p>\n In less than a minute I\u2019m 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.<\/p>\n 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\u2019t feel happy about it.<\/p>\n Wilma shakes her head. Then she sighs, \u201cYou sure know how to empty a room.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBut he was rough on me!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI saw you getting it a lot rougher. Actually, I thought James was kind of pulling his punches.\u201d<\/p>\n 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?<\/p>\n I desperately try another tactic. \u201cWilma, it was a joke!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt sure was. I can tell you had James in stitches. We all had a really good belly laugh over it.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBut I didn\u2019t mean it!\u201d But I know that\u2019s a lie the moment it leaves my lips.<\/p>\n \u201cOh, didn\u2019t you?\u201d Wilma doesn\u2019t buy it for a second.<\/p>\n I feel panic start to well up within me. I also feel those familiar stirrings of justification. James was<\/strong> a little rough on me. But I think she\u2019s right. I don\u2019t think he was nearly as aggressive as a couple of the others.<\/p>\n In hindsight, I think he was actually trying to enjoy himself while holding back a little. But I just can\u2019t admit that. For some reason I simply refuse to admit I\u2019m wrong.<\/p>\n 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.<\/p>\n I nosily ask, \u201cWhat was that all about?\u201d<\/p>\n Wilma ignores my question by offering one of her own. \u201cYou mind telling me what your little comment to James was all about?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI didn\u2019t mean anything by it! I was just trying to be funny! He was<\/strong> a little rough on me, remember?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSo you didn\u2019t want him to be rough on you?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo\u2026 I mean yes! I mean\u2026 he didn\u2019t have to be so rough!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI thought you were in here practicing giving up control\u2026 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.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBut I was!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIs this still about that fight you two had several months ago?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t even remember what we were fighting about!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThen it must not be all that important, other than making sure you remain in the right and in full control.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWilma, it\u2019s not like that at all!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat is it then? You don\u2019t like sucking your husband\u2019s dick; is that it?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes\u2026 I mean no\u2026 I mean\u2026 I don\u2019t know!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou sucked everyone else, Nora. Why not James?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2026 it\u2019s not like that at all!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThen 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?\u201d I can tell she\u2019s struggling not to be angry with me.<\/p>\n \u201cWilma, I honestly don\u2019t 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!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSo you couldn\u2019t help yourself; is that it?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s not like that at all!\u201d Then I realize maybe it\u2019s exactly<\/strong> like that! I feel tears well up in my eyes as I remember the hurt look on James\u2019 face.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat\u2019s the matter, Nora? Don\u2019t you love him anymore? Has getting all this other cock diminished your appreciation of your husband?\u201d<\/p>\n I can\u2019t keep from sniffling. \u201cNo. It\u2019s just\u2026 I don\u2019t know why I said it. It just sort of blurted out.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cLike a lot of other things you\u2019ve blurted out over these last few months?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMaybe I\u2019d better go find James and talk to him.\u201d<\/p>\n Wilma puts a hand on my shoulder, stopping me. \u201cNot so fast.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhy not?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou want to know why Ford came back and whispered into my ear?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYeah; what was that all about?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHe told me he\u2019s taking James home tonight. He\u2019s driving him back this very minute. James asked him to.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat??\u201d<\/p>\n I stand there stunned as a sick feeling settles in the pit of my gut. There\u2019s a part of me that tries to rationalize this as being all James fault. But deep down I know that\u2019s not true.<\/p>\n \u201cWilma, I\u2019ve got to go talk to James!\u201d Then I start to climb out of the water.<\/p>\n \u201cHe\u2019s 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\u2019re going to discover that living alone while being right all the time isn\u2019t all it\u2019s cracked up to be.\u201d<\/p>\n I stare at her in shock. Then indignation rises up inside me. \u201cWilma, I didn\u2019t mean it; you know that! It was supposed to be funny or something!\u201d<\/p>\n She doesn\u2019t say a word. She just shakes her head.<\/p>\n Realization fully sets in. James really wants to go home without me. That\u2019s when the tears start to flow. Wilma sighs as she pulls me close and cradles me in her arms.<\/p>\n 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\u2019t want to see Nora again, and I certainly don\u2019t want to talk to her.<\/strong><\/p>\n 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.<\/strong><\/p>\n I head over to his vehicle as he pulls out his keys. \u201cI really appreciate this, Ford. I\u2026 I just don\u2019t want to be here one minute longer.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cAre you sure you\u2019re not taking this just a little too personally?\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cHow would you take it?\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cI saw how much it hurt you, James. I don\u2019t know how I would have responded. I probably would have been just as hurt. But are you sure this is the right response?\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cNo, it\u2019s probably not. It\u2019s childish and selfish. But I\u2019m a wounded animal, Ford. I\u2019m trying to take myself out of the line of fire before anything else comes my way.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cFair enough.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n He unlocks their car and slips into the driver\u2019s seat. I walk around to the passenger side door and open it up. Then I crawl inside.<\/strong><\/p>\n He starts the motor as I ask, \u201cHow did Wilma take it?\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cShe understands. I don\u2019t think she wants me to go. But she understands. You know we both care about you and Nora.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n He throws the car into reverse. That\u2019s when I put my hand on his shoulder before he can start backing up. \u201cShut it off, Ford.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n 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, \u201cSomething wrong, James?\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cThis isn\u2019t right, Ford. You\u2019re tired and it\u2019s late. It\u2019s not fair of me to make you drive me all the way home and then come right back.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cGlad to do it, James.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cI know you are. But I can\u2019t let you, now that I think about it. This is my problem, not yours. I\u2019d hate myself if something happened to you on the road on the way back. I don\u2019t want an animal darting out onto the road or you falling asleep at the wheel.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n I open the passenger side door and climb out. Ford climbs out with me. \u201cAre you sure, James?\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ve got my own set of keys. I\u2019ll just drive myself home. Would you and Wilma be so kind as to drive Nora home for me after breakfast?\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cBe glad to, James.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cThanks, Ford.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n I reach into my pants and pull out the keys as I walk over to our vehicle. I really don\u2019t 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\u2019t stand the humiliation. And I can\u2019t stand the thought of having to look everyone in the eye tomorrow morning.<\/strong><\/p>\n I open the driver\u2019s side door. Ford comes over as I climb inside. \u201cJames, are you all right?\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cNot really. But things will work out eventually.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cDo you want to talk?\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cYou need to go back inside to be with your wife. I need to get away from mine.\u201d Then I close the door.<\/strong><\/p>\n I roll down the window after I put the key in the ignition. \u201cTell everyone I had a great time. Please express my apologies. This wasn\u2019t what I wanted at all. I didn\u2019t intend to spoil everyone\u2019s evening. Maybe I should have anticipated something like this from the very beginning. Next time I\u2019ll know better.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cYou didn\u2019t spoil anything, James. I don\u2019t think Nora really meant what she said; do you?\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cYou 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\u2019d 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?\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n He paused, giving it some thought. \u201cYou\u2019re right. I probably would not have liked that in the slightest.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cI enjoyed most of the evening. Tell \u2018em that. Then bring Nora home after you\u2019ve enjoyed a nice breakfast and said your goodbyes.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cSomehow I don\u2019t think Nora\u2019s going to be in a very pleasant mood come morning, James.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cI reckon you\u2019re right, Ford.\u201d 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.<\/strong><\/p>\n Wilma comes back with me to our room. But I\u2019m too late. James is long gone. It looks like he took his stuff with him.<\/p>\n I turn and start to sob into Wilma\u2019s shoulder again. I can\u2019t believe what I\u2019ve done. What the hell was I thinking??<\/p>\n It was a stupid thing to say. James wasn\u2019t that rough on me. I actually enjoyed it a little! So why the hell did I treat him that way?<\/p>\n Wilma helps me over until we\u2019re both sitting on the bed together. I sniffle as I tell her, \u201cI really messed things up this time; didn\u2019t I.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt certainly looks that way.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhy did I tell him that?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ve been wondering that myself, Nora. Maybe you two just aren\u2019t healthy for each other anymore. The words seem to flow out of you like a poisoned fountain.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBut I didn\u2019t mean it!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThen why did you say it?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t know!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes, you do. You meant it or you wouldn\u2019t have said it. You didn\u2019t express any enthusiasm in learning it was your husband who\u2019d enjoyed your oral skills. You only found something to complain about. To be honest, I don\u2019t think he was nearly as rough on you as the others.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI know he wasn\u2019t. Why did I say that??\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMaybe it\u2019s become second nature by now. Maybe you\u2019ve settled into it like wrapping yourself up in a ratty, old blanket. It\u2019s a terrible blanket, but you\u2019ve clung to it for so long that you just don\u2019t want to give it up.\u201d<\/p>\n 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\u2026 that is, until I foolishly drove him away.<\/p>\n I sniffle as I ask, \u201cWhat do I do now, Wilma?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m 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\u2019t think he\u2019s going to take it much longer.\u201d<\/p>\n I look up at her in alarm as her words hit home. \u201cDo you think James would consider leaving me?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat reasons have you given him for staying?\u201d<\/p>\n 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, \u201cCome in; it\u2019s open.\u201d<\/p>\n The door swings open and Ford walks in. We\u2019re shocked as I eagerly rise up to meet James, wanting to give him a big hug. \u201cYou didn\u2019t leave after all! James; I\u2019m sorry! I love you and\u2026\u201d But he\u2019s not out in the hallway.<\/p>\n Ford lowers his head as he quietly replies, \u201cJames didn\u2019t want me to make the long drive back in the dark. He left on his own. We\u2019ll be taking Nora back in the morning after breakfast.\u201d<\/p>\n Wilma nods her understanding. More tears well up in my eyes. James has deliberately left me behind.<\/p>\n The implications of that action couldn\u2019t be more clear\u2026<\/p>\n 2021 (written Nov 8 \u201921 by riwa)<\/p>\n I don\u2019t 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.<\/strong><\/p>\n It\u2019s not fair to dump my problem onto Ford and Wilma. I\u2019m sure the others will be uncomfortable in the morning if they realize I\u2019ve gone home and left Nora behind. That just doesn\u2019t feel right to me.<\/strong><\/p>\n I drive back, telling myself it\u2019s probably for the best. It\u2019s late in the evening, and I\u2019m not in the best of moods. Maybe I shouldn\u2019t be on the road. Besides, the bambi\u2019s might be out and about. I don\u2019t need to have an unfortunate deer end up sticking out of my grill in the middle of the night.<\/strong><\/p>\n For a moment, I question what I\u2019m doing. I really don\u2019t want to go back and face anyone. And I certainly don\u2019t want to face Nora.<\/strong><\/p>\n I\u2019m just tired of the whole thing. But it\u2019s not right to dump my problems into the laps of others, especially since they\u2019ve 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.<\/strong><\/p>\n I pull into the drive and find the same spot I\u2019d parked in earlier. I sigh as I shut off the engine. Then I sit there for the longest time.<\/strong><\/p>\n A heavy sadness settles over me. This isn\u2019t good for either of us. Maybe I\u2019ve been putting off what I should have done long ago.<\/strong><\/p>\n Maybe it\u2019s time we finally separated\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n Ford is tired and wants to go to bed. Wilma looks at me and then at him. She sighs as she tells him, \u201cHoney? If it\u2019s ok with you, I think I\u2019d better spend some time with Nora until she\u2019s feeling better.\u201d<\/p>\n Ford looks at me for a moment before nodding at his wife. His expression is one of kindness and sympathy. But there\u2019s also a faint flicker of something else in his eyes.<\/p>\n \u201cTake all the time you need, honey.\u201d Then he looks at me again. His goodnight to me is polite. But I can hear the disappointment in his tone. Then he\u2019s gone.<\/p>\n I feel guilty and ashamed. But I just can\u2019t handle it. So I lash out again as I declare, \u201cWilma, he was rough on me in the pool! You all saw it!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI thought you said he wasn\u2019t rough on you.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHe was! You saw it!\u201d<\/p>\n She sighs heavily. \u201cWhatever you say, Nora.\u201d<\/p>\n I look at her and see the same look in her eyes. She\u2019s just as disappointed with me as Ford was. I don\u2019t think she can help herself.<\/p>\n I lower my head, my emotions in turmoil. \u201cYou\u2019re right \u2013 you\u2019re right. He wasn\u2019t that hard on me. Wilma, I don\u2019t know what to do!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cFord and I will take you home in the morning. You and James can figure it out then.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBut what if he doesn\u2019t want to figure it out. What if\u2026 what if he wants to leave me?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIs that what you want?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThen why did you bark at him like that?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t know \u2013 I don\u2019t know!\u201d The tears fill my eyes again.<\/p>\n \u201cWhy don\u2019t I tuck you into bed?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI can\u2019t sleep; I\u2019m too upset. Maybe I\u2019ll go for a swim. Hell, maybe I\u2019ll just go out and drown myself. I suppose that would solve everything, wouldn\u2019t it?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou don\u2019t want to do that, do you? Imagine how upset everyone would be. Imagine how upset James would be.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWilma, he wouldn\u2019t care!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHe wouldn\u2019t? 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?\u201d<\/p>\n My world feels like it\u2019s crashing down all around me. And it\u2019s all my fault. If only I hadn\u2019t uttered those miserable words to him. How stupid was that?<\/p>\n Suddenly I don\u2019t want to be in the room. It reminds me of the one who\u2019s missing.<\/p>\n I stand up and look at Wilma. \u201cI think I\u2019m going to go outside for a while. Maybe I\u2019ll get back in the pool.\u201d<\/p>\n She eyes me warily. \u201cYou\u2019re not going to do anything foolish, are you?\u201d I don\u2019t give her an answer.<\/p>\n I like the way she\u2019s worried about me. But I know that\u2019s selfish. Right now it\u2019s all about me. I like the attention, even though it\u2019s not entirely positive.<\/p>\n 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.<\/p>\n We get outside where I notice we\u2019re having a warm evening. But I don\u2019t really care. That\u2019s when I drop my towel, walk to the deep end and step off the edge of the pool.<\/p>\n 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.<\/p>\n There\u2019s another splash. I see Wilma has joined me. I suspect she wants to keep track of me so I don\u2019t do anything stupid.<\/p>\n I finally climb out of the car. I\u2019m tempted to stay inside and sleep it off \u2018til morning. But that would force the others to deal with Nora until I made an appearance.<\/strong><\/p>\n I don\u2019t 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.<\/strong><\/p>\n 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.<\/strong><\/p>\n 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\u2019t mind if I take a late-night dip on my own.<\/strong><\/p>\n 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.<\/strong><\/p>\n 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.<\/strong><\/p>\n My mind drifts back to Nora. It instantly causes my cock to soften. Maybe it\u2019s best not to think about her right now.<\/strong><\/p>\n I pull hard with my arms, releasing bubbles out of my nose. It feels good to be in the water. I\u2019m aroused, and it would certainly be nice to have a playmate. But all the wives are probably in bed with their husbands. It\u2019s selfish wanting one of them out here with me for some company.<\/strong><\/p>\n 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.<\/strong><\/p>\n I surface for a breath. Then I submerge again. I swim to the bottom where I roll over onto my back.<\/strong><\/p>\n 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\u2019s one memory I\u2019m trying hard not to dwell on.<\/strong><\/p>\n I\u2019m 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.<\/p>\n I find myself thinking about James again. I work myself over to the ladder. Then I take a deep breath before submerging.<\/p>\n I pull myself all the way down hand over hand. I stay near the bottom, holding my breath. There\u2019s just enough light to see all around me. And there\u2019s enough illumination to look inside at an empty observation room.<\/p>\n Wilma comes down to join me. But I don\u2019t know what to do. She\u2019s certainly attractive without any clothes on. But my mind is still on the disaster that took place a short time ago.<\/p>\n 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\u2019s going to be all right. I bubble as I look at her.<\/p>\n A part of me wonders what it would be like to open my lungs and inhale. But I really don\u2019t want to do that. I\u2019m just feeling sorry for myself.<\/p>\n 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\u2019t know what to say.<\/p>\n 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.<\/p>\n Wilma comes down to join me. I don\u2019t turn her away. I just close my eyes as I hold my breath while trying to blot everything out.<\/p>\n She reaches out and touches my breasts. I feel an erotic shiver ripple through me. I don\u2019t feel like I deserve her caresses, although I allow her to keep right on touching me.<\/p>\n I stay down for as long as I can. It\u2019s 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.<\/p>\n 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.<\/p>\n Wilma follows me up until we\u2019re both gasping at the surface. She gives me a curious look. I tell her, \u201cMaybe I just want to torture myself for a while.\u201d Then I fill my lungs and head back down.<\/p>\n 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\u2019s still empty. What do I expect?! James is long gone by now.<\/p>\n Once again, I think about opening up my lungs. But I just can\u2019t make myself do it. What I can do is stay down until my body hurts.<\/p>\n It isn\u2019t long before my chest starts to heave. Normally I\u2019d shoot right up before it got this bad. Instead, I deliberately push myself, my body shaking from the agony of breathlessness.<\/p>\n I lose a massive burst of air. Then I shoot back up to the surface. Wilma follows me up until we\u2019re both gasping out loud.<\/p>\n She smiles kindly. \u201cTrying to tire yourself out, Nora? Or are you trying to stay down until you can make yourself inhale?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cJust torturing myself, both literally and figuratively.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI think I can help with that.\u201d<\/p>\n She gives me a sadistic look, one which gives me an erotic shiver. I\u2019m not sure I\u2019m going to like what she has to offer. But maybe I deserve it.<\/p>\n 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.<\/p>\n I bubble in surprise before my tongue dutifully lashes out. It\u2019s too bad, really. If only I could treat James just as good, if not better, than I treat my best friend\u2026<\/p>\n The swim does me good. I even jerk a cum out of my dick. The release helps tire me out.<\/strong><\/p>\n 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.<\/strong><\/p>\n I keep putting it off. But I can\u2019t avoid it forever. I have to go back to our room now. At least Ford and Wilma won\u2019t have to drive Nora home in the morning.<\/strong><\/p>\n 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.<\/strong><\/p>\n 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.<\/strong><\/p>\n I look closely and realize Wilma\u2019s the one being licked out. Is she in there with Nora? It sure looks like her!<\/strong><\/p>\n I stand there for a moment, observing the action taking place in the pool. Wilma suddenly looks at me as though realizing there\u2019s someone in the observation room. The shock of seeing me standing in here is clearly evident in her features.<\/strong><\/p>\n I smile tiredly as I give her a wave. She smiles back. Then she humps Nora\u2019s face even harder, forcing up more bubbles out of my struggling wife.<\/strong><\/p>\n She gestures for me to come join them. I wave her off as I fake a yawn. I don\u2019t mind leaving them to it. Surprisingly, I\u2019m really not that interested.<\/strong><\/p>\n She gestures a little more forcefully. I pause indecisively. Then I motion\u2026 \u201cOk, I\u2019ll be right up.\u201d She responds by humping Nora\u2019s face even harder.<\/strong><\/p>\n 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.<\/p>\n I lose a big burst of bubbles. Maybe she\u2019s 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.<\/p>\n She hauls me to the surface where the two of us gasp for breath. \u201cHad enough, Nora? Want to go to bed now? Are you getting tired yet?\u201d<\/p>\n I think about our room and the fact James won\u2019t be in there waiting for me. I don\u2019t want to go back just yet. So I shake my head.<\/p>\n \u201cSuit yourself. Fill your lungs, bitch!\u201d<\/p>\n I\u2019m a little taken aback at her tone. But I dutifully inhale. A moment later she forces me underwater.<\/p>\n 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\u2019s a little angry with me. I probably deserve it.<\/p>\n She grinds her crotch against my face. I taste her flowing juices. She seems turned on, even at this late hour.<\/p>\n Well, I am keeping her up late. She\u2019d probably like to join her husband in bed.<\/p>\n A surge of selfishness flows through me. I lick her harder, trying to please her. At least she hasn\u2019t left me like James did.<\/p>\n 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.<\/p>\n We pop up gasping for breath. I\u2019m stunned to discover we\u2019re not alone. James is standing nearby, curiously looking down on us.<\/p>\n \u201cYou came back!\u201d I gasp with delirious happiness.<\/p>\n \u201cYou wanted to see me?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m happy to see you, James!\u201d But his question was addressed to Wilma.<\/p>\n \u201cI was sort of thinking you might join us in the pool, James.\u201d<\/p>\n He smiles kindly as he tells her, \u201cThanks, but no thanks, Wilma. I think I\u2019m going to go down and find a spot to crash. Maybe I\u2019ll go to our room\u2026 or maybe I\u2019ll just find a recliner somewhere.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cJames, you\u2019re not going to stay?? Honey, why don\u2019t you get in the water and join us!\u201d<\/p>\n He waves dismissively at me. \u201cYou two are doing just fine without my help.\u201d<\/p>\n Just like that, I\u2019m crushed. I\u2019m also desperate. \u201cJames, you can fuck Wilma underwater if you want!\u201d Hell, I didn\u2019t even ask her permission for that!<\/p>\n \u201cNo thanks, ladies; I\u2019m good. I think I\u2019ll be going downstairs now.\u201d<\/p>\n I\u2019m about to leave when Wilma calls out, \u201cJust a minute, James. Could I ask a small favor?\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n I smile at Wilma. \u201cIt depends.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2019re not interested in getting wet with us?\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cNot really.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n I don\u2019t think she was expecting that for an answer. But Wilma is a pretty sharp cookie. I think she understands. <\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cThen can I ask you for a \u2018dry\u2019 favor?\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cA \u2018dry\u2019 favor? What\u2019s that?\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cCould you stick around a few minutes, just to spot for us? It\u2019s getting late, but we\u2019re almost done. I think we\u2019ll be ok, but you never know. Could you at least keep an eye on us until we\u2019re done in here\u2026 for safety\u2019s sake?\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n It\u2019s a polite request. I think I understand her ulterior motive. She probably wants to see if I\u2019ll become turned on enough to join them.<\/strong><\/p>\n I want to tell her that\u2019s 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\u2026 for \u201csafety\u2019s sake\u201d as she put it.<\/strong><\/p>\n In response, I walk over and take up a seat in a patio lounger. Nora looks disappointed I\u2019m not joining them in the water. Wilma nods appreciatively of my decision to stick around, at least for the time being.<\/strong><\/p>\n She turns to my wife and says, \u201cWhat was that you were saying to me about torture?\u201d Then she pushes her under in a flurry of bubbles.<\/strong><\/p>\n They drop partway down the ladder, allowing me to keep them in view. Wilma forces Nora\u2019s head back into her crotch. She\u2019s surprisingly rough on her.<\/strong><\/p>\n Bubbles come up as I watch them. But I\u2019m 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.<\/strong><\/p>\n 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.<\/strong><\/p>\n Wilma makes me eat her out until my lungs feel like they\u2019re 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.<\/p>\n She gets back into the water with me. I look over at James. He looks bored. Are his eyes even open?<\/p>\n Wilma forces me under and fucks me several times until it feels like she\u2019s 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\u2019s taking a nap.<\/p>\n Wilma realizes he\u2019s asleep in the patio lounger. So she tells me, \u201cOne last time; ok?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBut he\u2019s not watching anymore!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMaybe so. But you deserve a good, hard fucking, Nora!\u201d Then down I go.<\/p>\n She submerges and really gives it to me good. A part of me wishes it was James fucking me instead. But there\u2019s also a part of me that\u2019s strangely glad it\u2019s not James. My emotions are so jumbled up.<\/p>\n I\u2019m exhausted when we finally climb out of the water. I look over to check on James. He\u2019s fast asleep in the lounger.<\/p>\n I start to call out to him. Wilma stops me by telling me, \u201cLet him sleep, Nora.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBut Wilma, I want him to come down to the room!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cLeave him be, Nora. Don\u2019t force it.\u201d<\/p>\n We quietly dry ourselves off. Then we start to head back down to our room. I panic the moment I realize we\u2019re leaving James behind.<\/p>\n I try to stop her as I tell her, \u201cWilma, I need to go talk to James!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cLet him sleep, Nora. He\u2019ll come down in his own good time. Be careful you don\u2019t make things worse than they already are.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHow can they get any worse??\u201d<\/p>\n She shakes her head. \u201cI don\u2019t even want to think about it.\u201d<\/p>\n 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.<\/p>\n \u201cGet some rest, Nora.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBut I want\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNot right now,\u201d she says as she shakes her head.<\/p>\n I nod without saying a word. She goes to turn off the light. \u201cNight, Nora.\u201d Then she\u2019s gone.<\/p>\n I tell myself I\u2019ll rest a couple minutes. Then I\u2019ll get back up and go find James. But that plan falls flat on its face the moment I drift off to sleep.<\/p>\n 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.<\/strong><\/p>\n I rise up and check my watch. It\u2019s a little after seven. With any luck, I can retrieve Nora and we can make our exit without too much fuss or fanfare.<\/strong><\/p>\n I head down to our room and find her sleeping away. I gently shake her awake. \u201cNora? It\u2019s time to go.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n Her eyes open as she sees me there. \u201cJames?\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cTime to get up and get dressed. We\u2019re leaving.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n She blinks. \u201cHoney, can\u2019t we talk for a few minutes?\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cNo time. I want to be on the road in a few minutes.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cWhat about breakfast?\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m not hungry.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cHoney, about last night\u2026\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cAre you getting dressed? Or am I leaving without you?\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n She gulps as she sees how serious I am. She climbs out of bed and gets some clothes on. She fully understands I\u2019ll leave her if she tries to put this off too long.<\/strong><\/p>\n I take her bag for her. Then we head out. We find the stairwell and head up to the main floor.<\/strong><\/p>\n I notice activity in the kitchen. I can smell bacon, eggs and coffee. It smells good, but I don\u2019t wish to stay a second longer than is absolutely necessary.<\/strong><\/p>\n Gene and Donna Riley are working to get breakfast ready for everyone when they see us. They notice Nora\u2019s bag in my hands. I see a flash of sadness in their eyes before they force smiles upon their faces.<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cMorning, guys. Not sticking around for breakfast?\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cWe\u2019ve got to be going,\u201d I tell them with a sad smile.<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cWell, we sure enjoyed our time together with you both. I hope you enjoyed it as well.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cThe hospitality was exceptional.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cYes, we really enjoyed it,\u201d Nora adds.<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cThank you very much for your generosity. Give our best to the others. Tell everyone how much we enjoyed ourselves.\u201d It\u2019s not the entire truth, but none of us really wants to touch on what happened late last night.<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cYou folks take care,\u201d Gene tells us. His words are full of unspoken wishes. I nod before taking Nora\u2019s hand and guiding her toward the door.<\/strong><\/p>\n James guides us to the car. I don\u2019t 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\u2019re on the road heading home.<\/p>\n \u201cJames, about last night\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n He puts up a hand to stop me. \u201cNora, don\u2019t. It\u2019s all right. I understand now.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cUnderstand what?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cLet\u2019s not talk until we get home; ok?\u201d<\/p>\n Now I\u2019m frightened as a dull ache settles in the pit of my gut. \u201cJames, what\u2019s going to happen when we get home?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWe\u2019ll make arrangements; ok? You don\u2019t really want another argument in the car, do you? We\u2019ve had so many.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cJames, I\u2026\u201d Then I gulp as I go quiet.<\/p>\n He doesn\u2019t have to tell me anymore. Deep down, I know what\u2019s coming.<\/p>\n This is going to be our last car ride together.<\/p>\n Whose fault is it? Whose fault was it?<\/p>\n Does it really matter?<\/p>\n With tears in my eyes, I quietly tell him, \u201cJames? I\u2019m\u2026 I\u2019m sorry I spoiled last night. I\u2019m glad you came back.\u201d<\/p>\n He doesn\u2019t say anything. But I can tell by the way his shoulders are sagged that he just wants it to be over.<\/p>\n I guess I want it to be over as well. But it\u2019s not going to end the way I thought it would.<\/p>\n Hell, I\u2019m not even sure anymore how I really wanted it to end. Maybe this is for the best?<\/p>\n 2022 (written Jan 9 \u201922 by riwa)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Nora finds out who’s been fucking her mouth. But she says the wrong thing. Continue reading Part VI<\/h2>\n
Part VII<\/h2>\n