Epilogue
For those of you who enjoy reading my story, I am sorry to report, this is not going to be a new chapter of fun and adventure, of anticipation and desires. It is simply the end, I believe.
Let me explain. The last chapter was just my dream that took place a week before the new school year began. As the summer came to an end, Fe was worried about returning to the old shift with D. She knew in her heart she still harbored feelings, even though she denied them.
During the summer I told Fe about this web-site and our story. She was intrigued but didn't want to read it at the time. I didn't want her to go read it later, and find the reviews without at least a heads up. So, I told her about the reviews from the readers, and she was hurt. She was first shocked that they'd advise me to divorce her, that I was sick, that I had no writing skills. Well that one really didn't bother her. But the others sure did, greatly.
She remembered her coworker's attitude toward the Tom Cruise movie, especially D's, and this just compounded the worries that I was possibly sick in the head, that she was awful, and that this was too perverted. I reasoned that it was no worse than wanting to have an affair, witch is what D wanted to do with my wife. I asked, "Isn't it better to be honest and have my blessings? Who's getting hurt in our side of this story?" this didn't help. It is still weird!
I didn't submit a summer chapter because things got slack. Fe had day shift, working in groups. There was new management that acted like they needed to make their position felt. And there was the job of breaking in the new employee. Little time was free to pursue extracurricular activities with D, even if she wanted too. But she acted as though she'd really rather not.
I teased with our role-playing games a bit, and we enjoyed several playful massages. But she was cold, distant most of the time, especially when I'd attempt playing our games. So I decided to lay off the attempts to keep kindled any spark between them. That's when I wrote the last chapter.
When summer ended and school began, things changed. Life got a lot more hectic for Feline, with the return to swing-shift. Work got more stressful, with a new workload. Even though they had assigned areas, management had them setting up for concerts, then breaking all down again, after, all in addition to the assigned areas. Oh, they also had a new policy that gave teachers opportunity to complain when they were not satisfied with their areas.
Fe felt she had to make her mark, she is prideful that way. She did her best to do all that was required, and then she'd do the best she could in her areas, and then more to boot. All this took its toll on her back. She was crushed when management sent a note saying she had not done something. She cried, because they just didn't know everything she had done.
I continued to lay off about D and focused on getting her back to her peek. She needed good support. That came in both wearing a back-brace and in my helping reduce stress, (NO pushing). She also needed some stress relief in the form of socializing with friends. It worked, and she was beginning to relax and be herself again.
She was so hateful at times, saying things about D's breath. At other times she'd just come off the cuff with something mean, like when she bought a shirt that said "Just say NO!" she said she was going to wear it just for him.
I asked her if she blamed him for what had happened, did she think he was solely at fault? I had left her alone about D for a month now, but when she said this about the shirt I said it sounded like she hated him, like she saw him as a monster. She disagreed, but her tone changed from that day.
Other things were happened too through this time of stress, and when added into the mix made for the perfect storm. Fe had a cousin with a tumor that nearly ruined his career and made him consider suicide. Her sister was being pushed by aunts and uncles to do something that would hurt her family. Her brother was diagnosed with a severe medical condition. And in our house the kids were sick and things were falling apart. All this appeared to Fe to be the wrath of God upon her bad behavior.
At school, all the conditions were restored for a re-blossoming of this adventurous old dog's tail. But, with them returned Fe's worries, guilt, and the wrath of God. Now we come to D returning to the same bat-place same bat-time, hoping to rekindle the same romance they'd shared so long ago. As you can imagine with her frustrations, fears, worries, and self loathing, D had no idea what dog-shit he was about to step into.
For the employee's Pre-Thanksgiving-meal Feline took a nice dinner to work. I asked if it went well. She said they all loved it. She said D had not been eating meals with them, opting to nap. She said all seamed to be long past and she was finally happy, feeling free of the whole affair. As I said, I left this and all comments along so as not to agitate.
I had grown accustom to clocking her periods and new November's was around the 20th. We made love that day and I reminded her of the coming flood. She laughed and said I was her doctor. Here is what happened.
I had told her several times that I wanted her to sneak in one morning and wake me by climbing up over me and telling me to eat her pussy. She liked this and promised too soon. Well today was the day, and she did it better than I had hoped. She snuck in and climbed up onto me. I awoke to see her towering over me in her pretty little see threw RED negligee. Her pussy was delicious and the surprise was wonderful. It was all I could hope for and more! WOW!
We enjoyed this position for a long while. Fe kept asking me if I could breathe, and I assured her I was in heaven. It was just the two of us with no role-playing, and we had a ball. We switched to a fun position I had looked up, the Reverse-Cow-Girl. Finally I resumed our original position witch we both loved. Here I could look up at her and eat her some more. Life still had a wonderful spark to enjoy.
Fe asked if I really wanted to eat her after we'd just been fucking. I asked, "Why not?" We changed positions into the normal Missionary and I had to unload. I drove into her and begged her to cum with me. She kept saying, "Cum for me daddy, cum deep in my pussy." I did and she thought that would be the end, as it had been most every time before. Or, maybe I'd finger her now wet pussy to a tingly orgasm, as we sometimes enjoyed. But this time I moved quickly down between her legs and she squealed as my lips began to caress her labia and clit.
She couldn't believe I'd do this, eat her after coming inside her. I said I would consider kissing her after coming in her mouth, even though I never had. Actually she's never gone that far, but old girlfriends had and I did, and liked it. I asked if she liked it when I played with her pussy after I had come inside. She said yes. I said, "You know I like to do that. Well now you know I like this too."
She asked if it tasted bad, and I said it tasted like us. Actually it was something I had to force myself to do. You know how men like to role over and go to sleep after. Plus the mental perspective of sex changes, from wanting to do anything nasty... to total apathy. But this time I really wanted to do this for both of us, and she seamed to like it. I loved making her squirm in this new adventure giving back some of the thrill she had given me by waking me in this wild new fashion.
I wanted her to cum for me now with my mouth sucking on her pussy. She cooed and purred and begged me to chew on her clitoris as she dug her fingers into my hair. I did this and lapped like a dog at her nasty wet labia, and dug my tongue deep into her tangy cum filled hot swollen vagina.
I asked her to wake me again like this! I planned to do it all again next time, just as we had this time! I wanted her to want me to repeat this nasty play, just as desperately as I wanted it myself. I wanted this to become our new norm!
