“Spike, I can’t go on like this. We have to do something.”
“I know, Laura. I’ve stopped the powder and the drinking. Well, I lied again. I still have a beer a couple of times a week.” I said, my head hanging down.
“Spike, it’s not that. You don’t touch me anymore. No more hugs, kisses, nothing. You were so romantic and a wonderful lover. I miss that, I need that.” She begged.
“I know. I try.” That was all I could muster.
“I admit, the one night with Rick was wrong. I know it, I’m still beating myself up over it. I did you dirty with your friend. I don’t know what got into me.” Laura was almost pleading.
“He got into you,” I said flatly.
“Oh GAWD, that hurt. And I deserve it. Yes, his cock was in me, and I could rip my gut out every time I think about what I did to you. Spike, please.”
“I’ll try.” I went into the kitchen and got a glass of water, then went back into the living room with Laura.
“I didn’t want you to think I was walking away from you. I know how bad that hurts.” I said and sipped my water.
“CHRIST!” Laura yelled.
“Spike. Remember when you used to take me. You would take my clothes off, then kiss me. You would suck my tits, and then my body.
You used to lick and kiss my body down to my pussy. You would lie between my legs and lick me and suck me. You would squeeze my tits and pull on my nipples. Then you would make me cum, and I would squirt all over your face.
Then you put my legs over your shoulders and shove your big, hard cock into me. You would pound my pussy relentlessly and make me cum again and again. Sometimes you would cum on my body or on my tits.
Remember the time I was sucking you. You pulled your hard cock out of my mouth and glazed my face and neck. Don’t you remember those wonderful times? Spike?” Laura was almost crying.
“They were good times. Like your time with Rick. Good times.” I sipped my water. Laura cried in her hands.
I went to bed.
The next morning, I came out of my room. Laura was in the kitchen fixing breakfast. She was dressed in a sexy lingerie outfit. I poured my coffee and sat down to drink it.
“Here’s your breakfast, baby. Can I get you anything else?” Her tits were in my face.
“No, thank you. This is good enough for me, correct?” I slowly ate breakfast.
I was leaving for work when Laura came up behind me. She put her arms around me and kissed my neck.
“I called off today. I thought we could spend the day together like we used to. Drinking coffee in bed, then enjoying each other.” Laura’s perfume was giving me a headache.
“Yes, we did. But I’m going to be late for work. I promised that when I got sober, I wouldn’t miss work again. My boss reports to my shrink on my days missed. You have today to do what you want.” I closed the door behind me.
After work, I went home. I have nowhere else to go. I pulled into the garage, Laura was a second behind me. Our neighbor stopped her. I heard her say a gentleman was by asking for her. The neighbor said Laura was at work. Nothing about me. Good.
I went into my room. I undressed and folded my clothes. I got ready for my shower; I shave in the morning. I had my hot shower. I take my time; I enjoy the water and being alone.
I got out of the shower, then went to my chest of drawers for my pajamas. Laura came in dressed sensually. She put her arms around me and cradled my cock and balls.
Laura massaged my balls and gently stroked my cock. She knelt in front of me and sucked on my cock. Nothing happened.
“Spike, please. Love me again. I’m so sorry for what I did.” Laura was holding my limp cock and looking up at me.
“I know you are sorry. So am I.” I went into the kitchen and got out one beer. I came back to my room and sat in my chair to look at the headlines on my phone.
Laura asked if I would have dinner. I asked her not to put herself out, but I thanked her. I’ll make a sandwich later and maybe have one more beer.
The next three days were the same. I left for work, checked in, then left again. I didn’t go back to check out. I went home.
Laura was talking to her neighbor. I don’t have any. She’s a very personable person. That’s how she met my friend Rick. Humph, Rick.
I went straight to bed. Laura came in and put her hand on my shoulder. I took her hand for a second, then put it down on the bed.
“You don’t want me to touch you, Spike?” Her voice was anxious.
“You don’t like to touch me. I’m not -,” I stopped talking.
“Not what, Spike. You’re not what?” She begged. I didn’t answer. She left.
The next morning, I left before Laura got up. I went to a park in the next town and sat by the lake. It was beautiful and quiet. I met a guy with nowhere to go.
I checked my watch. It was time to go home. Home, hrumph.
“Hi, Spike. How was work?” She was dressed in a simple dress and blouse.
“Fine. They let me finish my job and leave. I’m not hungry, so don’t bother for me.” I went to my room.
I heard Laura talking on the phone. She was telling someone how I’ve drawn into myself. I haven’t, you know. She doesn’t want me. I heard her tell the person that she is worried about me. No need. The life insurance will keep her for a while, and she has my friend to lean on – – again. Or Fuck.
The next day, I did the same thing. I went to the park and sat by the lake. Unfortunately, I started to think about when Laura and I met and got married. She was so sexy.
I loved to take her clothes off and play with her ample tits. Her lips were so soft to kiss, and her pussy lips were longer than any woman I had been with. I loved sucking them and running my tongue between her long, wet lips
I would suck her stiff clit into my mouth and flog it with my tongue. Laura would scream and squirt her cum all over my face.
Once in a while, we would have anal sex. Laura loved it when she had a few drinks. She would guide my cock into her tight ass, then ride it hard and long. When she would cum, her pussy would squirt, and her ass would soak my pounding cock. I bet she gave him her ass.
I went home at my usual time.
Laura was waiting for me when I got home. I knew something was up. She went to get a beer for me, and I looked at her phone. I saw Rick’s number. I replaced her phone and started to get up.
“Wait, Spike, please. Here, let’s have a beer together.” She put the beer in front of me. Then Laura opened the top two buttons of her blouse.
“Spike, don’t you love me anymore?” Laura was pleading with me.
“I adore you.” I sipped the beer.
“Why can’t you hold me and love me like you used to. You were so romantic and sensual. I loved when you would squeeze my tits and pat my pussy. I loved the feel of your stiff cock in my hand when I would give you a hand job.
I would cover your cock with my mouth when you came and swallow your cum. Don’t you want me? Spike, please tell me you want me.”
“I do. I try. You are very pretty.” I thought that was enough for her.
“Don’t you want our love to get back to where we were. Laughing, loving, and enjoying each other while having sex?”
“Yes, but I don’t fuck.” I got up and went to my room.
The next morning, I went to work. No, I went to the lake. At quitting time. I didn’t go home. I don’t think. In fact, I don’t know what happened to me.
I remember hearing Laura telling Rick to leave her alone. Hrumph. But I don’t think I was at home.
When I woke up, I was in my bed. Laura and a doctor were hovering over me. He gave me a shot to sleep. Asshole, I was doing that.
The quack left, and Laura took my clothes off. She was looking at me like she wanted me. Hrumph. I know what she wants and it ain’t me. She covered me and left.
It was dark. I got up and dressed. Everything is a little fuzzy, I feel a bit dizzy, but I’m leaving.
I got in my car and left. I went to the lake and saw my friend. He took care of me. He took me to an apartment so I could finally sleep off the shit the doctor injected in me.
I love Laura, but she doesn’t want me. Hasn’t for a long time. She lies to me and says she wants me. She wants us to get back to the way we were. Like when she was fucking Rick.
She wants me to fuck her, so if Rick gets her knocked up, she can say the bastard is mine. Fuck you both. I fell asleep.
“Is he dead, doctor?” I heard Laura’s voice.
“No, but he is not responding to anything. No touches, no voices, no visual stimulation, nothing. He blinks occasionally, but that’s all. Every time we put a tube in him, he pulls it out. But there are no signs of him moving. We are stumped, Mrs. Larkin.”
“Is there anyone, other than you, that he is close to?” The nurse asked.
“He did have a friend, Rick, but I destroyed that friendship,” Laura admitted.
“What happened, if I may ask?” The doctor questioned Laura.
“I, well, it was a horrible mistake, and I,” Laura broke down in tears. Sobbing uncontrollably.
“I think I understand,” the doctor said. The nurse tried to comfort Laura.
Finally, she got herself under control enough to talk.
“Doctor, my God. What can be done to help, Spike? What can I do to help him?” Laura was screaming.
I was looking at their backs and smiling inside. Then I gave them the answer.
“Fuck Rick. Kill me.”
Laura screamed, “NO!” and cradled me in her arms. That’s when I went catatonic.
To be continued
