Mary and Joan went to see Dr. Mason. Both of them saw the P.A. Then Mason came into the room with both. He had Paul’s positive results. So he was inclined to give Mary the shot. But he didn’t. He told them both to return the next afternoon. All of them assumed that they’d both need the shots. But Mason understood that Joan had only had sex with one of the guys. So maybe she was in the clear. Neither of them had symptoms.
Dr. Mason was an old pro. But he was shaken by what he found out from Mary and Joan. Really from Mary, a woman with young children. After the consultation, he went back to his office and called his wife for a chat.
Paul went to work, then after he went to his parents’ house for dinner. Mary had been calling his cell phone, but he didn’t answer. He had his laptop now, and she emailed him. She texted him. She said only that she loved him. He should come home for the kids.
Paul ate dinner with his folks, Dan and Ellen. They were so surprised by Mary’s fling. Paul’s dad was basically in favor of divorce. But his mom told him to wait. She thought that Paul should move back, so to be with his children, but maybe not sleep with Mary.
That’s what he did. He took his stuff from Jerry’s and went back home. The kids were asleep. Mary seemed happy to see him, but guarded.
He told her, “I’m here. But I’m not sleeping with you. Maybe never. But I love the kids and I won’t leave them without a fight.”
“I…still apologize. I can sleep in the den.” She went and got things from the bedroom, moved into the den. There was a fold out bed there. The two of them didn’t say much, just went to bed early. Paul tossed and turned. Mary was almost sleepless. The thing is, when she did sleep, she was awakened by dreams of…..Ronnie and Mace. They weren’t nightmares, either. When she was awake enough to understand, she was….at first appalled. But then she was aroused and masturbated. She was ashamed about that, but it felt good.
Mary and Joan saw Dr. Mason the next afternoon. They were both positive, and got an injection, and instructions not to have sex for seven days. Sex with other people.
Mary went directly home. She picked up the kids from play school, and fed them a snack. Paul came home, and they ate dinner, trying to make things as normal as possible for the kids. Mary reported her positive result, and Joan’s. Paul was in the bedroom after dinner and the kids’ bed time.
Then Mary got a call on her cell phone from a number she didn’t recognize. It was Ronnie.
“Mary, I hope I haven’t disturbed anything.”
“You shouldn’t have called here, called me. I’m up shit creek because of what happened.”
“I tested negative. It wasn’t me.”
“Oh. Okay, well I’m happy for you.”
“Can you talk? Is your husband there?”
“Not right here, no. But no reason to talk.”
“I wanted to say that I had the best time ever with you. I’m here at the base, and I’d like to see you more. If you can do that.”
“I don’t think so. Right now I’m trying to save my marriage. And besides, I can’t do anything for a week, anyway. Even if I wanted to…”
“I bet you do want to.”
“Shit, Ronnie. Please. How did you get this number?”
“Joan. I got it from her. She said that you might….be free soon.”
“If that happens, I’ll keep you in mind.”
“I think you already have me in mind. I dream about you, Mary.”
“I’m hanging up now.” And she did. But she was breathing hard. She was determined to do what she could to save the marriage. And that meant staying away from temptation. From Ronnie. She gave it some hard thought. The thing she settled on was to see what she could do to get Paul back into her bed — and into her. She could hold out, even though she now knew she was a slut. She could offer to be a slut for him. Sooner or later, she’d get him. Then she’d see if he was enough.
Paul was just as determined not to have anything to do with Mary. She had fallen far in his estimation — from loving wife and mother to wanton slut. He sat in the bedroom as Mary was thinking through her plans. He felt that they could live like this — like roommates — for some time. But, then he considered that it would sooner or later mean that both of them would have other sex partners. Because….they were young and needed sex. He could beat off. He supposed she could do the same — sort of. But….well, he’d just let things ride and see what happened.
Mary started wearing skimpier clothing after work. When Paul came home, she’d be wearing some short, sleeveless dress — and that’s all. She saw that Paul noticed. After the week of imposed abstinence ended, Mary’s campaign ramped up. When the kids were in bed, she came downstairs wearing only a long t-shirt. Her tits swayed. Her ass was often exposed, even just walking.
Paul got hard right away, seeing her. He got a beer. He went to watch a ball game. She came in and sat across from him. She might as well have been totally naked. Her nipples were hard, showing through the shirt. And it rode up on her, so he could see everything. He looked at her. She smiled at him.
“I’m going to get you, Paul. There’s only so long you can hold out. Why don’t you just give in now?”
“Because of what you did. You’re a slut.”
“I admit it. But maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to have a slut for a wife.” She started rubbing her clit — right there in front of him.
“Stop, Mary.”
“No.” She rubbed more. Paul was mesmerized. She had shaved herself. That was new. He was so aroused.
She pulled her finger out of herself. She stood up, moved slowly toward him. She put her finger onto his lips. He licked it. There was nothing he could do.
Mary felt so powerful. She pressed her advantage. She pushed Paul over, face up on the couch. She climbed onto his chest, fingering herself. Then she straddled his face and pulled him to her. Paul started licking his wife’s shaved vagina. He felt so…helpless and aroused. He licked her until she came on his face. She stood up. She pulled at his shorts until they were around his knees, and his cock was sticking straight up. She straddled him and mounted him. She started fucking him. She had a massive orgasm — not so much from the sexual stimulation as from her triumph. Her pulsing orgasm sucked all the cum out of her husband. Paul was spurting and spurting, like never before. He was still hard after. That had never happened to him before.
Mary rested for a second. Then she started again. This time she was slow, looking Paul right in the face.
“You’re still hard, baby. You’re my stud.” She kissed him full on the mouth and put her tongue into him. And her slow fucking continued. Paul started thrusting back, also slow. And they kept on like that for twenty minutes, with Mary having a series of orgasms, not as intense as the first one. Paul finally started feeling the pulse, and came deep into his wife, pulling her along. Then she just lay on him. He was soft, finally.
She looked at him. “That was the best ever. You like it when I’m a slut. Admit it. It makes you a true stud.”
“I can’t deny you. I tried. You just took me. You can make me hard and fuck me anytime you want. It’s not fair.”