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Foreclosed; By storyace, 2010

Part 1 of 3

Story codes; cuckold, IR, F/M, F/F/M, M/M/F, F/F/M/M

15,000 words

http://www.asstr.org/~aceinthe_hole/

storyace@hotmail.com


Synopsis; He's old, he's white, and he sleeps in my bed with
my wife. But at least I get to watch.



I put the phone down and turned to face Kelly. "They've
denied the appeal. It's over."



She burst into tears and ran upstairs. I sat down in what
was no longer my living room, lost for an idea what to do next.



The phone rang again after a while.



"Hello?"



"Hi Tom. It Ralph."



I was speechless; what do you say to a man who has just
taken everything from you? Well, he hadn't taken quite everything. Yet.



"Did you get the news about the appeal?" he asked.



"Yes."



"My lawyer says we should go straight to eviction
proceedings, but I thought maybe we could just get together and talk about it
man to man. What do you say?"



"Yeah, sure." I said numbly.



"What about tomorrow afternoon? I could come over around
four."







Kelly wouldn't even talk to me. She blamed me for
everything; the loss of my company, the loss of our home, our dreams, the whole
economy.



"I'm not going back to Detroit." Was all she'd say, "No way.
You go, I'm not going."



"We have nowhere else to go. We have no family here."



"We got out of the by the skin of our teeth, and I'm not
going back." she insisted. "I tell you one thing, Tom; from now on, we're doing
things my way. You screwed things up for long enough."



She blamed me; and perhaps she was right. She'd argued
against buying such a big house. She'd argued against buying such an expensive
car too. But everyone else was living this way; our financial advisor, banker,
and tax consultant all thought we were living well within our means.





At exactly four the next day, Ralph was at the door.



We knew him slightly, he was a retired orderly who used to
work at the hospital where Kelly works administration. And he now owned our
house.



He put out his hand. After hesitating for a moment, I took
it.



"Look Tom, I understand this is about the worst thing that
can happen to anybody. And I'm sorry about it." He said.



His hand was white against my brown, and old against my
young, but equal in strength as well as size.



"Can I come in?" He asked.



"It's your house." I said, my heart crying otherwise.



"Jesus, it's beautiful." He said, looking around as he walked
in for the first time.





It shouldn't have gone to auction at all; I'd gotten
refinancing just days before. The check was sent by courier, but didn't get to
the right office in time to stop the sale.



And, to add insult to injury, the auctioneers had missed a
zero on the reserve price. Ralph had bought our 0.75 million dollar house for
$22,000 cash. And the courts had said it was legally his.





"What are you going to do with it?" I asked.



"Live in it." He said.



"Can you afford the upkeep?" Kelly asked from behind us.



I turned to see she'd come downstairs; in her formal silver
gown, the one she'd worn to the premier.





I'd done some animation for a fairly big film, so we were at
the opening with the stars and executives. Kelly looked so good in that dress,
the flash guns on the other side of the rope went off like the fourth of July. With
her face and figure, they all assumed she was one of the actresses.





My wife glided past us, a vision in a dream; or in my case,
a nightmare.





We were highschool sweethearts, a pair of go-getters in a
town with nowhere to go and nothing to get. While the other kids dodged school
to get drunk and smoke dope, we worked, we studied, we hauled ourselves out of
there.



To California. To success.



And now, failure.





"There are HOA dues, taxes, energy of course." She said,
"The pool pumps use a lot of power, it adds up."



She threw open the sliding glass door to the garden.



"I did a lot of work out here." She said, "It was just
bushes when we got the place two years ago."



"It's beautiful." Ralph said.



"Thanks." Kelly said. "Would you like a beer? Wine?"



"A beer would be great." He said.



"Tom, get Ralph a beer, and some red wine for me."



She looked at me sharply. I shrugged and turned to the
kitchen as they went outside.



"Take your shirt off, get some sun." I heard Kelly say.



"I sure would like to see the rest of the house." He said.



"We have all afternoon for that. Relax a little." Kelly
said. "You're going to have to decide whether to keep the pool, right?"



"I've never been much into the suntan thing." He said.



"I can see that." Kelly laughed, "You're as white as a
sheet!"



I came out with the drinks. Tom was shirtless in our garden,
which was certainly an odd sight. He was pretty skinny, I thought to myself.

Strong though, with a hairy back and chest. That was kind of
odd, because  he was bald on top of his
head.



As Kelly took her drink from the tray, she reached out her
other hand, as if to steady herself; and put it on Tom's naked back.



She was standing on gravel in high heels; but the move was
blatantly flirty.



Keeping her hand there, her tight silver evening dress
totally in contrast with his half naked body, she steered him over to the pool
area as I followed behind, wondering what the hell she thought she was doing.
Her hand looked black against his white skin, and it bothered me a lot to see
her touch him.





We were both virgins when we got together. I know this might
sound unlikely, but I'd never been with another woman. And as far as I knew,
she'd never been with another man.



Not that we'd had a perfect marriage. We'd had our rough
spells like everyone else.





Ralph looked a bit uncomfortable, but went along with her.
Well, what man could resist flirting with a woman like Kelly?





Five foot seven, with long legs, a tight rear, slim waist,
and generous breasts. Her exposed shoulders wide and thin, her dark brown skin
even and unblemished, a long elegant neck, her throat crying to be kissed.



Her noble jawline pronounced, a slightly pointed chin, high
cheekbones, generous lips, big clear laughing eyes, high forehead, thick curls
of black hair to her shoulders.



Did I mention that I was still in love with her?





"Tom has no work at the moment, but I'm still earning ok."
Kelly told him, "We have no family around here, and like I keep telling him,
I'm not going back to Detroit."



"So... What are you going to do?" he asked.



Kelly was silent for a moment. She stood there next to him,
her hand still on his back, holding her wineglass like a vision of Hollywood.



"I want to stay here with you." She said.



There was a crash of breaking glass; I looked down to see my
beer glass shattered on the patio tiles.





But I didn't take her seriously; this was just her way at
getting back at me.



She'd done it before; it was her power. I earned [used to
earn] the bulk of the money. As a man, I'm physically far stronger than her of
course. But Kelly had her beauty; and if we had an argument, or she was mad
about something, she would openly flirt with someone afterwards, just to rub it
in that I shouldn't take her for granted.







"What about Tom?" Ralph asked.



"Oh, he takes me for granted." Kelly said. "He thinks I'll
follow him right back to the slum we grew up in and move into his mother's
apartment with him. But I won't."





So I cleaned up the mess and let her have her fun. I pushed
away the natural jealousy I felt; she wasn't really going to "stay" [hand on
his naked back] with him.





"The sun is pretty strong." Kelly said, "Should I rub some
lotion into your back?"

"I'm all right."



"You'll get burned. Here, I have some we keep for our white
guests. We're not so sensitive to it you know."



"Well, all right."



I pretended not to care. She wasn't going to get a reaction
out of me this time, no matter what she did. This was serious, this man owned
our home! It was no time for pranks.





I found a mop, broom, and dustpan, and came back outside.
Ralph was face down on a sunchair, while Kelly rubbed oil into his back.



"I'm a little worried about my dress." She said, standing
up, "It cost half as much as you paid for the house!"



They laughed as she washed her hands at the outside sink.
But it made me think; she complained about the cost of my car, but we spared no
expense for her wardrobe, her jewelry, and cosmetics. She spent as much as I
did.



"Tom!"



"Yes dear?"



"Would you unzip me please?"



What she really meant was would I please be enraged; yell
and scream, make a fool of myself.



"Sure." I said, and left what I was doing to help her out of
her expensive gown.



"Thanks, honey." She said, stepping out of it and handing it
to me, "Hang it in my closet in the bedroom."



She was in her underwear and heels; a lacey white bra that
contrasted sharply with her brown skin, panties that rode halfway up her tight
round rear.



I took a breath; I was not going to flip out. I was not
going to lose my temper.



"Yes dear." I said.





When I came back down, my wife was rubbing his chest; he was
lying face up. And she was... sitting on him!



Sitting on his lap, her dark breasts hanging in her white
bra; his hands were resting casually on her thighs. I stood rooted to the spot,
staring.



This was too much; now I had to... do what?



Could I be actually losing my wife? No, I thought. No, we
had been together through worse times than this. She was just having her fun, a
last laugh before admitting the truth. We had to go back to Detroit. We had no
home here, our credit was shot, we probably wouldn't even be able to rent if we
had the money.



She couldn't actually be attracted to him. He was an old man,
bald with silver hair around his head like a wreath. Ok, he had an impressive
build for a man his age, but aside from that, Kelly was a woman who was impressed
by success. Ralf was definitely not a successful man.



No, this was about punishing me. Her actions were not about
her pleasure, or even his. It was about my pain.



I finished sweeping up the broken glass, as if nothing was going
on. Partly, I was accepting my punishment while pretending to ignore it. I
didn't want to play her game. Let her do whatever she wanted, to hell with her
I thought.





"Hey Tom." Ralph said, "Is this really ok with you?"



I looked at them. My heart roared, and oddly, my cock
twitched.



"Yeah, sure." I said. "Kelly is her own woman, she can do as
she likes."



"Oh." He said, "It's like that."



I went inside to put the glass into the garbage. Like what?
Of course, now he must think we have one of those "open" marriages. In that
case... he would be "right" to do anything. Even go all the way with her!



I looked through the window, and saw him reach his hands up
to her neck. That long thin neck I loved to kiss, and he pulled her down
against himself.



She could have resisted. She could have gotten off of him.
But she didn't.



She kissed him!



His hands were roaming at will now, caressing her back, her
hips, her ass. She was holding his face! They were kissing, kissing like she
had never [as far as I knew] kissed anyone but me!



My blood was pumping into my head, rage was building within
me; but what should I do exactly?



Pull her away, slap her face, tell her to get some clothes
on and... do what?



It was his house.



Oh, there were still some formalities to go through. We were
still the residents of the place until evicted. But we no longer owned it. Some
might say we never did.



An emptiness grew suddenly in my belly, as if a black hole
had formed there and had begun to swallow me from the inside, sucking my guts
into its icy depths . The strength [what little I had left] went from my body,
and my knees buckled. Holding myself up on the polished granite kitchen counter
top, I looked through the window at my final destruction.





His hands on her naked back, fingers pressing into the
indentations of her spine, stroking her smooth brown flesh, holding her fertile
young body greedily.



Was she really dumping me? For him?



She could do better than me. I was broke, but a woman like
Kelly always had a choice, so why him? He was nothing; all right, he was
attractive in a way, the way an older man can be sometimes. He was in his
sixties, yet still in good shape; and that's impressive.



But he was still an old man, and she was a young woman. She
still had her job, and if it didn't earn much compared to what I used to make,
she still earned more than he did I was sure.



He owned the house though; the house she'd made our home,
the garden she'd toiled in. He'd bought it for nothing, he just happened to be
there at the time. Well, he was there to buy a house at auction, but he never
thought he could get one like ours. He was just lucky.





He lifted himself up, rolling my wife onto the sunbed
deftly. She looked up at him, her big eyes waiting, her succulent body exposed
to the sun, the air, and his lustful stare. He kicked off his trainers and
unbuckled his belt. He pushed his pants down over his ass, dropping them to the
ground as he stepped out of them, naked. His cock stood in front of him, white,
shameless, big, and ready.





Luck; yes, he was a lucky bastard. Was luck attractive in
itself? I mean if a woman thought of a man as lucky, would that be thought of
as a type of reproductive fitness?





He hovered over her, and her hand took his cock as he bent
to kiss her again.



They say we niggers have big ones, but Ralph was looked like
my equal. Her brown hand held it, pulled it, stroked it, as I stared in a weird
state of paralyzed shock.





What should I do? I knew my life was being eroded by my
inaction, my last treasure being taken from me. Yet I stood rooted to the spot,
staring, helpless. And perhaps the worst of it, the most shameful thing, was my
erection. What was that doing there? My life was going down the sewer, and I
was... turned on?





Kelly was pulling down her underwear. Ralph pulled them down
her long shapely legs, and threw them to the side. I had an odd impulse; to go
pick them up before the wind blew them into the pool.  As if a pair of underwear in the pool would
be a problem, but an old man fucking my wife wouldn't be.





He stooped down and wrapped his arms under her legs, lifting
her bottom from the bed. She reached for his cock, took it in her hand, and
she...  looked up at the window. Looked at
me there, watching.



Then she put it there, at her open vagina. She held his
stiff white penis there as he pushed it easily into her sweet brown body.



She looked at him then, into his eyes. His stinking blue
eyes. Was I forgotten? Was I nobody to her now? Rejected, thrown out like a
broken appliance. She had a new one now, a new lover. Well, "new" might be the
wrong word... she was giving herself to a another man, another master, the new
owner of the house, like a slave of old.



His abdomen tensed, pushing his dick deep, pulling it out,
as he held her lower end in his arms. After a minute, he set her down and
climbed on top of her, and she wrapped her long legs around his hips as he gave
it to her.



Was she... no. Yes. I couldn't avoid the truth. She was
coming. She was coming after mere moments with him, after 10, perhaps 20
strokes. She was wild for him!



My eyes were burning, watering... this is hard to admit, but I
was starting to cry. Me, a grown man, crying like a baby, yet I couldn't tear
my gaze away from the terrible, beautiful sight by the pool.



He kissed her and fucked her, his white ass rising and
falling, pushing deep and hard at the end of each stroke, he had his feet on
the ground for purchase, he had her in his arms, in his power. She was his. Her
body, so young and tight, his to dominate, to ravish, to pleasure. It was primal,
powerful, and terrible.



But why, why in the midst of this misery, did my cock betray
me? Why was it pulsing in excitement when it should have been sucked up into my
empty guts?



He pulled his cock out of her, still hard, pulsing, wet. He
stepped forward, one foot on either side of the bed, and bent his knees again
to put it to her mouth. She took it in her hands and opened her lips to accept
it.



Kelly liked to suck cock. I loved that about her; the way
she seemed to enjoy it as much as I did. As much as he did now.



He took her head in his hands and pumped her mouth gently,
popping the tip in and out of her face as she held on and sucked, waiting
eagerly for the inevitable result.



I never thought of myself as an inadequate lover; no
superman, but well able to please my woman. But this man, almost a stranger,
was taking her like I never did. He was doing whatever he wanted, bending her
to his will. And my wife was willing. More than willing, she was crazy for him.




He came; in her mouth, holding her head in his hands, he
shot his load.



It was a relief, really; he hadn't polluted her womb with
his white seed at least.





"Tom!" Kelly called out a minute later.



"What?" I asked from the patio door, as if my wife lying
naked in another man's arms was perfectly normal.



"Bring me a glass of wine. Red."



"Ok."



Ok? Nothing was ok! Why had I said ok? As if it was all
fine, hunkey dory, swell.



I brought her a new glass, thinking I'd better find the old
one before it got broken.



Ralph grinned at me. Grinned! Like thanks, fucking your wife
was just the thing to spice up a boring afternoon while taking a man's home
from him.



"I haven't had sex like that since the seventies." He said.



"I've never had sex like that." Kelly said, sipping her wine,
her hand over his shoulder as they lay side by side.



"Do you want anything?" She asked him.



"I'm good, thanks." He said, smiling at me as if I were the
waiter.



I went back inside, thinking perhaps I was.



They lay there, kissing gently. Kissing! I couldn't believe
it; shouldn't we... what? Get going with the eviction?



I watched them through the window, my damned cock not giving
me any peace. Finally, I took it out and pulled at it a little. That felt
pretty good, so I put some soap on my hand and jerked off, still watching them.
I squirted into the kitchen sink, and felt better afterwards.







Ralph finally left, not before a last long lingering kiss
with my wife at the door.



As she closed it behind him, she turned to face me. We
stared at each other, neither of us knowing what to say; or if to say anything.



"I thought you loved me." She said accusingly, walking past
me to the kitchen.



"Me? You're blaming me?" I asked, astonished.



"You could have stopped it, but all you did was watch. I
can't believe it! I thought I knew you, but you just watched. You liked it too;
I know you did. You're a pervert."



"You threw yourself at him like he was the last man on
earth, and you're blaming me?"



"I just wanted to see what you'd do, and you didn't do
anything." She said, rummaging in the fridge. "I kept waiting for you to come
out and stop us. But all you did was watch as he took advantage of me."



"Bullshit! You were as into it as he was. You came twice!"



"Three times actually." She said looking into nowhere with a
serene smile. "Anyway, now at least we have somewhere to stay."



"We do?"



"Ralph will start bringing his things over tomorrow. You
should move your things into one of the spare room. Unless you still want to go
back to your mother's tenement in Detroit."



"What about your things?"



"I'll stay in the master bedroom with Ralph." She said
flippantly.



"Do you expect me to live here like that? While you sleep
with him?" I demanded.



"It's up to you, honey. Look, whatever, it happened. Anyway,
we can still... well, maybe not. We'll see how things develop."





I helped Ralph carry in his stuff. He filled half the garage
and I had to park my car in the drive.



"A car like that shouldn't be out in the weather." Ralph
said.



"I know." I said. It was an expensive car; I'd paid for it
with an equity loan on the house. Maybe if I hadn't, I'd still own the house.
Maybe I'd still have my wife.



Kelly came home from work as we were finishing up.



We went inside.



"I still can't believe this place is mine." Ralph said,
looking around, "I never thought I could have a house like this. Hey Kelly!
Come give me a kiss!"



He took my wife in his arms, held her tight, and put his
tongue in her mouth. She struggled playfully, giggling, not really trying to
avoid it.



"I'll see about dinner." Ralph said, and went into the
kitchen.



"Are you two getting along all right?" Kelly asked, sitting
down. "Damn, my feet are killing me."



Normally, that was a signal for me to massage her feet.



"Yeah, actually we are." I said. I hadn't thought about it
yet, but somehow the two of us were ok. Which was pretty amazing when you think
about it. He'd bought my house for almost nothing, and taken my wife for free.



"My feet are killing me." She said again, with more
emphasis.



Of the three of us, she was the only one with a job. Ralph's
pension would barely be able to cover the bills; Kelly's paycheck was an
important part of the whole arrangement.



I sat down on the floor with my back against the sofa
between her knees, and she put a leg over my shoulder. I took the foot in my
hand and started to rub it, pushing my thumbs into the arch.



"Ooh, that feels good." She said.



Ralph came in from the kitchen after a minute, drying his
hands on a towel. "I've got a casserole in the oven." He said, sitting on the
couch behind me. I felt Kelly's weight shift towards him.



"How about a blow job, sweetie?" he asked her.



"Ok." She agreed.



I pulled out from under her as he stood and pulled his pants
down.



"Hang out, Tom." He said, "You can watch."



He grinned at me as he took Kelly's head in his hands and
brought it to his slack cock.



I sat on a chair opposite, defeated. What did it matter now?
He was going to be sleeping with her, I wasn't. I was a guest in my own house,
here at his whim.



But I realized something then; he liked me to watch.



He kept glancing at me as his cock stiffened in Kelly's
mouth. It turned him on that I was watching. He was as perverted as I was.



An understanding seemed to pass between us, a semi-secret
pact. He would have sex with my hot young wife, but I was still part of it. I
was here, at the sidelines, the young buck. And when he faltered, when he
couldn't or wouldn't, I'd be there to take over again.



He needed [or perhaps just enjoyed] that edge, that touch of
danger.



I had become a voyeur now, and he was an exhibitionist. I
wondered if he had been like that before. He was old, in his sixties; he'd
lived through the wild seventies, what perversions had he known?



"Say Kelly, maybe you should do it to Tom for a bit." He
suggested, pulling his stiff white thing out of her mouth.



She looked at me; "That would be too weird." She said.



"Really?" he laughed, "Why? He's your husband."



"Yeah, sure, but... it would be too... slutty. Sorry Ralph, but
I'm just not like that."



She took his old cock in her mouth again, its pale color
contrasting beautifully with her dark brown face. She sucked him deeply,

thoughtfully, then pulled away for a moment.



"I don't mind him watching, but I can only be with one man
at a time." She said.



He looked at me and shrugged as Kelly went back to work on
his cock. "Sorry, Tom." He said.



"Yeah, that's all right." I said. I don't know why I said
that, because it wasn't.



Ralph grunted and held my wife's face between his palms as
he came in her mouth, pumping gently as she sucked eagerly.



"Wow, now that's what I call an appetizer!" he laughed, then
pulled up his pants and went back into the kitchen.



I stared at Kelly accusingly.



"Look, this is all new to me." She said defensively, "I'm
just doing what I feel."





I couldn't do what I felt without getting 20 to life.



That night I could hear them talking until late, in what was
once my bedroom. Oddly, it bothered me as much as their sex. Because they were
bonding.





The next day Kelly went to work, and I was alone with Ralph.
That was distinctly uncomfortable.



"Listen Tom, I'm sorry about what happened. With Kelly I
mean. I misunderstood, I thought you guys were into that sort of thing, you
know, sharing."



I grunted an acknowledgment.



"Anyway, don't worry, she'll get bored of me after a while.
I mean, I'm sure she must have had an affair before at some point, and she
stayed with you."



"We've been faithful to each other since we were kids."  I said, wondering why I was telling him that.



"Come on, You've never screwed anyone on the side, even
once? I bet Kelly has. She's... "



"Did she tell you that?" I demanded.



"No. but... hey, sorry Tom, I didn't mean to upset you or
anything. It's just that in reality, everyone does it at some point, you know?"



What could I say? How well I know my wife? Actually, what he
said made sense. It helped explain her actions; was it possible she'd cheated
on me before? More than once?



"You must have had rough patches." He said, breaking into my
thoughts, "When She seemed a bit distant, you barely had sex? She probably said
something about stress at work or something. And worked late a lot of nights?
Maybe she'd give you head or something, quick like, but no sex?"



I looked at him in some shock, and he grinned at me
sympathetically. "Sorry buddy." He said. "But at least this time, everything's
out in the open. And as long as she is into me, you're both welcome to stay."



I realized that the last line was the point of the whole
conversation.



 "Kelly said you run
every day." Ralph said, "I do too; maybe you could take me around your route."



"Yeah, I guess." I said.



"I swore I wouldn't have a relationship with a younger woman
again." He said later as we stretched out in front of the house before
starting.



"Why not?" I asked curiously.



"They want to try out the daddy thing, it's a bit of erotic
fun. Very naughty and all that. Then when they get bored, they go. That was
fine when I was younger, but I don't really have time to waste now, if you know
what I mean. Kelly will want to go back to you soon; well, eventually. Then
where will I be? Alone again, but that much older. It's harder for us to find
people than for you kids, you know. There aren't a lot of older women available
without a lot of... well, that aren't fat and ugly."



We set off, and thankfully the babble stopped. From him and
from my own confused mind as well. That bastard actually had me feeling some
sympathy for him for a minute.





I moved all my equipment into the guest room, my room for
now. For as long as my wife continued her affair with Ralph.



I boxed up anything that wouldn't fit, and put it in the
loft above the garage. I worked at my computer, making slick presentations to
try to drum up some work.



In the evenings when Kelly came home, we'd have a little
while to talk while Ralph cooked. He always cooked, and I did the cleaning. We
never said anything about it, we just did it. Kelly would tell me about her
day, as usual, as if she wasn't going to sleep with Ralph.



She always sat close to him after dinner as we all watched TV
together. Cuddling, touching. Sometimes, during commercials, they'd make out a
little, kissing and so on.



Once, Kelly pulled out his cock, and stroked him as they
kissed. Right there, in front of me.



It had been established; I liked to watch. And they didn't
mind, or maybe even liked me to.



The program came back, and she packed it up again. But
later, I heard them in their room, doing it.



I masturbated sadly. If they were going to do it, I would
rather watch than not, I admitted to myself.





"Hey Tom, when was the last time you were tested?" Ralph
said the next day as we got ready for our run.



"Tested?"



"Yeah, you know, for STD's, AIDS, all that."



"I've never been tested." I said defensively.



"Kelly and I are going this evening, I'm going to pick her
up at work. You should come too."



"Why?"



"Well, it's just good to know. Hey, maybe you'll meet
someone you want to have fun with; wouldn't it be good to know you're clean?"



Clean; what an odd label.



"Kelly and me, we haven't actually... hell, we can talk
plainly at this point. We haven't really done it yet. Just oral."



"Really?" I said with a mixture of curiosity and relief.



 "Oh, she wants to. I
mean, you know how she likes a licking, but now she wants to feel that good old
simultaneous orgasm. But I hate condoms, they put me off, and smell funny." He
said, "So I told her, first we get our tests! Right?"



"Well, yeah, I guess so."



"Anyway, if we take your car, any of her friends who see us
picking her up won't think anything of it, you know?"



Which was the point; Kelly didn't want her friends to know
her picture perfect life was a shambles, her marriage was on the rocks, and her
lover was the retired orderly.



And I was happier to keep it "in house" as well.



After we got our results, there was a lightening of the air
in the house. I found that kind of odd.



I was massaging Kelly's feet [I was still allowed to do
that] before dinner. She was on the sofa and I was sitting on a cushion in
front of her.



It had always been our ritual; I'd thought of it as
something sensual, but now I thought she really just liked her feet massaged.



 Ralph came in and sat
down next to her, put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her against
himself. They kissed, and her hand went to his chest.



I could have moved away; but I didn't. I kept massaging her
feet.



I watched as he unbuttoned her blouse, unhooked her bra. As
he gently caressed her Big firm dark breasts with his pale old hands.



Oddly, I didn't hate him at that moment. Sometimes I did,
but the truth was that he wasn't the cause of my trouble. He was just the
embodiment of it.



The truth was [I was now convinced] he wasn't the first
Kelly had experimented with. He was just the fist I knew of.



Ralph stood up and took off his clothes, then sat down again,
naked. His cock was a bit swollen, but not hard.



He'd made me think; after that time, when Kelly had seemed
distant and we hadn't had real sex for a couple of months, I'd thought our
relationship was ending. But it came back stronger than before.



And in bed, she was different.



Suddenly, she'd become a bit more aggressive. More exciting.




And her vagina was shaved. She always kept it like that
afterwards. And that was when she taught me how to lick her snatch so she would
come.



Ralph was right. She'd had an affair, and I was such a
chump, that I'd never noticed.





So I watched, rubbing her feet, as she took his dick in her
hand, as they kissed, as he fondled her breasts.



He opened her waistband, and she lifted her ass as he pulled
her skirt and panties down to her thighs.



It seemed natural enough for me to take them off the rest of
the way, sliding the clothing down her long smooth legs until she was as naked
as he was.



He put his hand on her groin. Just two feet in front of my
face, I watched him finger her clit; rubbing her, dipping into her vagina for
lubrication, and rubbing her pink sex.



His white fingers seemed so clean; that's something white
people have you know. Any grime really shows.



The finger lifted from her clit, turned, and beckoned me.



I looked up at them. Ralph smiled slightly, saying nothing,
but waved me forward. Kelly looked at me, but made no sign of agreement or
discouragement.



My mouth was watering at the sight of her open pussy; I
wanted it. Even if I couldn't have it for myself, I wanted whatever I could
get.

I moved in, and her smooth thighs clamped my face as my
tongue found her spot.



I kneeled on the carpet and licked her as she sat above me,
kissing Ralph and pulling his cock. She didn't come, but I could taste her excitement.




Finally, there had to be a change. She pulled away and pivoted
around, so I only had one foot to hold, putting her other foot up onto the back
of the sofa, spreading her legs to him.



He moved in, setting his ready penis against her wet open hole,
and pushed it in easily.



She didn't look at me as he fucked her. But she kept her
foot in my hands. I sat on a little stool, holding it as they did it together.
Her hands on his back, his ass, his face. Her gaze never wavering as she stared
at him, until she came.



What did she see there, I wondered? His blue eyes? The
crinkles around his eyes, the crags and lines of his long life? Why was that
attractive to her, why did it turn her on like that?



"Damn!" he exclaimed as he stiffened, holding himself in
her. And he came.



Ejaculating into her, shooting his white sperm deep into my
dark wife as I held her one foot, like a drowning man holds a piece of
driftwood, even though it isn't enough to keep him afloat.



After a half minute, it was over. He pulled out and sat
there, while Kelly stayed put, one foot still behind his shoulder on the back
of the sofa, the other in my clasping, desperate, hands.



"Say honey, why don't you give Tom a little blow job." He
suggested.



She looked at me, then back to him, obviously hesitant.



"Come on, baby... He's been a good sport through all this,
he's still your old man after all. Go on, do it for me."



"Yeah, ok." She said finally.



She sat up as I stood in front of her. She opened my pants
and fished it out. I was as hard as a banker's heart, so she had to struggle
with it a little.



Our roles were reversed now, Ralph watched as Kelly went to
it, sucking my black dick.



But it wasn't right.



This wasn't how I made love to my wife. It wasn't anything.
Yes, she was beautiful, yes, her lips and tongue were sliding over my stiff rod
like they used to. But after a minute or two, she pushed me away.



"It isn't working." She complained.



"Give it a few minutes more." Ralph urged.



"I have to have a shower. I'm... leaking." She said, and
pushed by me as she headed for the bathroom.



"Oh well, sorry buddy." Ralph said with a shrug as he got up
to follow her. "I tried. Hey, you'd better clean off the coach before that
soaks in." he added, pointing to a little puddle where Kelly had been sitting.



Well, it was his house, but my sofa. I didn't want it
stained.



Later, my ear to the wall, I could hear them arguing.



"If you don't want me, just say so." Kelly said.



"It's not like that." He answered, "I just want us all to
get along. Tom's getting frustrated."



"He can jerk off all day, he has nothing else to do." She
retorted, "I don't mind the watching thing, but if I'm with you then I can't be
with Tom at the same time."



"But you are anyway. He's living here with us, your taxes
and property are all combined. And you let him watch."



"Yeah, ok, but I don't want to have sex with him. And I
don't understand why you want me to either!"



"It's just fun to get away from our conventions, you know.
The one-on-one relationship. I thought you'd be wild to have two guys at once."



"Well you thought wrong."



"You should try it at least. You might like it."



"And then what if I don't? I tell Tom no again? Look, I
don't know where this is going, but that isn't it."

End of part 1
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