Jeremiah was not ready to argue the efficacy of her love, either. He continued with what he saw as the business at hand, what he had worked out between sips of whiskey.
“First, never again in our bed. In fact, take the bedding off of it and replace it with new. We have a guest room with a queen size bed. You two can fuck yourselves silly there all you want. But not where I sleep.”
Donna blinked in confusion. David stared blankly.
Jeremiah continued, “I do not care if he spends the night, but if he is going to eat our food, he needs to contribute. You can try to keep this quiet, but last night should have demonstrated to you that will not work long-term. So, you two need to figure out what your plan is when your family, friends, and co-workers figure out you are fucking around on me. I will not be advertising that you have cuckolded me. But I also will not lie about it if someone asks.”
David stammered, “You… you’re okay with us… umm… being together?”
Jeremiah responded curtly, “Of course not.”
He paused for effect. “I love my wife. You notice she wears nice clothes. She drives a brand new BMW SUV while I drive an old Chevy pickup. It isn’t because she is a spoiled brat, it is because I spoil her. I want her to have the best.”
David said, “Okay?”
Donna simply shed more tears. She knew where he was going with his commentary, and she hated herself for it.
“I saw what you do for her last night. I have never made her lose it like that. I have never seen the look on her face she had when you and your big dick fucked her. Apparently I have never given her an orgasm.”
She cried out, “You HAVE given me orgasms!”
Jeremiah remained placid. “Very well. I have never given her penetrative orgasms. The point is I want her to have the best. In this case, in the sex department, that is not me. It will never be me. So, in that specific regard, I condone your relationship. You may go forth and fuck your brains out.”
He paused as if running through a mental checklist. “Also. I know you are on the pill. I noticed BD here rode you bareback. That is none of my business as long he does not knock you up. I am not raising somebody else’s kid. If you get pregnant by him, the deal is off; we’ll get a divorce, and you can see whether he wants to be a daddy.”
He looked back and forth between them. “Any questions?”
Donna asked meekly, “Am I allowed in your bed?”
“It is still OUR bed. You choose where you want to sleep. You can go back and forth, just don’t bring your boyfriend to our bed again.”
She nodded. She knew she had a lot of work to do to regain control of things. But this was not the time.
“I’m going to play some golf to unwind and think some more. I would appreciate if you made the master bedroom livable again while I am out.”
When he returned, he went straight to the bedroom to change. There were new sheets, pillows, and a new comforter on the bed, all in a comforting sage color. Not entirely masculine, but not feminine, and a color he liked.
There was a note on the bed in Donna’s writing. *I love you. I sent David to his place to get toiletries and stuff since you said he could spend more time here. I’m having lunch with Barbara because I needed someone to talk to. She will not tell. Text me if any of this is not okay.*
He went downstairs to his study. Locking the door, he poured himself a drink and got into a good book. He figured he would be spending a lot more time here for the solitude.
A couple of hours later there was a knock at the door. When he opened the door, Donna stood there. She looked magnificent. Had she gotten her hair done and bought a new outfit for him? Or for Big Dick? He did not ask.
She spoke hesitantly, “David wanted to know if it was okay to use your grill… he said he knows guys can be particular about who uses their grill, but he wanted to fix us dinner…”
“He’s right, guys can be possessive of their grills. He’s fucking my wife, may as well use my grill.”
Dinner was actually very good. It turned out David’s culinary skills were as good as his bedroom skills.
They spent the evening watching a movie. Jeremiah once again took the recliner. He could tell Donna was uncomfortable… she had wanted to show that she “chose” him… they always cuddled up together on the couch when they watched TV. He did not give her the opportunity, and she had to sit with her lover.
After the movie Jeremiah simply said, “Goodnight.” He then went upstairs to bed with no discussion of sleeping arrangements.
A few minutes later, Donna entered the master bedroom. “Can I sleep here tonight? David is in the guest room.”
Jeremiah answered calmly, “If you would like.”
They always slept in the nude, but she felt she had to ask permission. He reassured her it was still her bed, and she could sleep however she wanted.
As she disrobed, he could not help but admire her amazing body. She took care of herself and was very shapely. It was no wonder she attracted other men. It had been over a week since he had any relief due to work and other incidental things. That and the arousal last night resulted in a powerful erection that tented the sheets. He may be a stoic in complete control of himself, but his manhood was not. It knew what it wanted.
Donna slid in under the covers next to her husband. She wanted to talk. She wanted to explain herself, to beg forgiveness, to regain his trust. But she knew him… talk was cheap. She had to show him first. Maybe then she could get back into his good graces.
She began caressing his well-defined pecs and biceps. He really was a fine specimen and always got her motor running. She just wished his dick did it for her, then they wouldn’t be in this situation. She cursed herself for making excuses. It was her fault for being a needy whore.
She was almost surprised when he returned her caresses, and then her kisses. She was moist, and her nipples were hard… his poor cock was throbbing… maybe this would be easier than she thought.
He pulled her to the side of the bed, then kissed his way down her throat, her breasts, her abdomen, then knelt on the floor before her. She knew what was coming and was overjoyed. Even though she had let another man have her, he was going down on her anyway.
He kissed and suckled her thighs, working his way up to her nether lips. He took his time sucking each into his mouth and lashing it with his tongue. He momentarily drove his tongue as deeply into her canal as he could, fucking her with it. She was bucking against his face, wanting more.
He reached both hands up along her sides and began caressing, massaging, and tweaking her very sensitive breasts and nipples.
Jeremiah then sucked her swollen bud into his mouth, in and out, almost as if he were fellating a tiny cock. Then he bathed it softly with his flattened tongue. When she was almost begging for release, he pointed his tongue and began lashing her clit up and down, back and forth.
Donna practically levitated off the bed, screaming and crying his name as waves of orgasms coursed through her like electricity.