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Chapter FiveThe vacation, seven years later.Despite my profound objections, Mark married Tressa.We did not see each other as often, because I couldn?t stand the way she treated him.A few years later, Mark was transferred to New Orleans. He was doing very well there, but I missed my teasing partner and best friend.Garry and my sex life went on of course but, in my narcissistic mind, I imagined that Garry missed me teasing him, although I really didn?t feel like teasing him with anyone else.*It had been years since our ?fun? with Mark, and our girls were now five and six years old. I still loved my husband and thought of him as the sexiest man alive. There wasn?t anything I wouldn?t do for him.He took my anal cherry a few years back. We had watched a porno movie together and the girl took it up her ass. She swore it was a fabulous experience. Well, duh, she?s a porn star trying to sell movies, but I went out and bought some anal lube and even a small butt plug, thinking that would get me ready for my husband. Garry isn?t small by any means.One night Garry stuck a finger in my ass, then another one, then one more, using the lube I had purchased. After I was lubed up and stretched out with three fingers, Garry pushed his cock into my bowels, taking my last virginity. He stopped when he was fully sheathed in my ass. Then he waited for me to tell him to go ahead and fuck me.He didn?t last very long with my tight sphincter squeezing his cock the way it was. He erupted inside of me, giving me my first cream pie enema. And boy did he come a lot. I remember setting on the pot for an hour, shitting out what he left inside me. But I was satisfied because I had given my husband everything I had. I had given him all of me and I thought he deserved every bit of it.We still did it on occasion when we have a hair up our ass, pardon the pun (he, he, he). But it wasn?t a regular thing for us because Garry loved my cunt.~~~Then we heard that Mark was getting a divorce. He had caught Tressa cheating on him, when he came home and found her naked on their bed, sandwiched between two black men. One had his cock down her throat, while the other one was fucking her cunt from behind.He told me that the thing that shocked him the most, was that neither one of the men had a cock any bigger than his. He wasn?t bragging. I knew he was packed in that department.~~~Feeling terrible, as NO divorce is easy or painless, I asked if he would like to spend some time with me.He jumped at the offer and invited us to visit his apartment in New Orleans for a week or two.I was overjoyed. I so badly wanted to see my best friend. I was over the moon when Garry agreed to go as a vacation.It was our first vacation in years. We hadn?t gone away before for several reasons, one being the girls and that we had too much going on at home to be away for a week.However, we deserved and needed a break, and I really needed to be there for my friend. Garry agreed to come, though I am not sure whether it was because he didn?t want me to be alone with Mark for a week, or if he thought we needed a break together.The way I had teased him with Mark and all but made out with my friend right in front of my husband a few times, I was afraid to answer that question at the time. Perhaps I didn?t truly believe that he had cuckold tendencies.I missed my friend more than I missed teasing my husband, but I planned to get some really hot sex from Garry in New Orleans.We made arrangements with both sets of grandparents to babysit. I felt confident that the four of them would divide up the responsibilities fairly and equitably. We were assured that they would call us almost every night. Aren?t cell phones awesome? This was to be the first time that we had been separated from the girls for more than a few hours, so I was really going to miss them.~~~Spending the week in New Orleans was going to be great. In my deluded mind, I had everything planned. I was going to make up for lost time and torture my husband by teasing him with Mark, while I got reacquainted.We were going to go to Bourbon Street, in the French Quarter. I was going to earn, yes EARN, some beads and tease my husband mercilessly. Then come back to Mark?s apartment and fuck up a storm.I couldn?t stop smiling when we landed at New Orleans International airport. We got off and walked towards baggage claim. When I saw my best friend for the first time in just over a year, I don?t know what came over me, but I ran to him jumping up then grabbing him around the neck and wrapping my legs around his middle. Then I laid a passionate kiss on him, driving my tongue down his throat. Only then did I realize how much I missed, wanted, and needed my best friend.~~~After the kiss, and Mark shook Garry?s hand, I took a good look at him, and didn?t like what I saw.The slut? Oh hell Tressa deserves more respect than that. That fucking piece of shit, bitch, slut, whore, cunt Tressa? that?s better ... did a number on Mark. He had lost several pounds and didn?t seem well at all. He was extremely depressed, and it showed in every way. I decided to make it my mission to get him back on track. I talked to Garry and told him I needed to spend some extra time with Mark, especially at night.Garry looked at me strangely, then said how he noticed how depressed and sickly Mark appeared. He didn?t seem to mind the idea of us spending time together. He didn?t question my proposal and I was so glad that Garry had never appeared jealous of Mark.**We drove to Mark?s apartment, with me in the front seat and Mark driving. Garry sat quietly in the back and used the time to call our daughters to let them know we had made it ok. He seemed to pay no attention to our conversation in the front seat.When we got to the apartment, Mark offered us a beer and we sat. I sat right next to him and started telling him how much I had missed him since his transfer.As we drank and got to know each other again, Mark got up and went to the restroom to pee, and I güvenilir bahis took the opportunity to corner Garry. I didn?t have to tell him how down Mark was, he could see it for himself. Garry told me that it would be ok to spend some one-on-one time with him. He even offered to go out for a few hours to let us have a real conversation.However, I was NOT comfortable allowing him to go to some bar with all the horny women in and around The French Quarter. So, I told him that Mark and I would go into the bedroom to chat. I assured Garry that I would leave the door open, and perhaps he could watch some television. He agreed that would be ok.After a few hours of chatting and drinking one-on-one in the bedroom with Mark, Garry gently knocked on the door jam and pointed out that he was hungry. So, we all went out to a very nice restaurant in the Quarter. Once again, I sat next to Mark with Garry across from us. I have to say I was hanging on him quite a bit. But he was my best friend, and I had missed him terribly since he had moved away.I kissed him a few times, mostly because I was reunited with my friend, yet I was fully aware that I was teasing my husband. I knew it would have the effect I wanted with Garry, and I was so looking forward to that smile he always had when I teased him, not to mention that tent in his pants. But mostly, what I would get when we got a moment alone.*After dinner, we went back to the apartment. I sat out in the front room with my friend and eventually Garry seemed to get tired. We made the hide-a-bed up for him in the living room. He laid down, while Mark and I took our conversation back to his bedroom.We talked, laughed, and had a terrific time for several hours. Then I came up with an idea. I knew Garry wasn?t asleep as I had seen him playing a game on his cell phone when I went to get us some more drinks. So, I decided to tease the shit out of him.I asked Mark, ?How do you feel about teasing my husband?? Well, I saw his cock spring up with the idea, though he didn?t know exactly what I had in mind. So, I explained, ?Let?s get really quiet for about ten minutes, then what do you say about taking a shower together??We started whispering to each other well below anything that could be heard outside the bedroom, except maybe for some of my giggles. I even got up and down off the bed making noises, causing the bedsprings to squeak. We giggled and laughed a bit too. I considered moaning and crying out in pleasure but thought that might be too much.After ten minutes, we got up and I undressed, for the first time since we took baths together as children, in front of my best friend. I was somewhat embarrassed and kept my back to him as I quickly donned a robe. I grabbed my nightclothes, turned, and smiled at my friend. ?Are you ready?? I asked as I made my way to the open bedroom door. He nodded his head and we walked out the door, glancing at my husband, and noting his eyes were staring daggers right at me. Then I dashed into the bathroom with Garry in his robe right behind me.I had to force myself not to break into a fit of giggles, then had to think quickly as I wasn't sure where I was going with this. I got my new outfit ready, turned on the shower water, and told Mark that I would go first, just in case he thought we were going to shower together.After some thought I figured, since he had already seen me topless while stripping in the room, I might as well drop my robe and give him a real treat.*I proceeded to get in the shower and started washing my hair. We chatted quietly with each other; he was at the sink shaving. He offered at one point to wash my back, but I said that I?d already done that. When I was finished showering, I told him we should leave the water on because I thought Garry would be listening. Then I wrapped myself in a towel and stepped out of the shower. I was rather surprised to see him as he walked by me naked. I was shocked that he would be that daring, but I guess he figured that I had undressed in front of him, so he felt safe to try it. Besides Garry had never acted jealous before, at least, not that I had been able to tell. I acted as normal as I could but couldn?t help myself, checking him out and playfully telling him he looked great in his birthday suit.*He did look pretty good. He was in good shape, despite the weight loss, had a nice ass and his cock, which was in a semi-chubby state but hanging, looked a very nice size indeed. He didn?t really seem bigger or smaller than Garry, but I could tell he was different.*He showered while I brushed my hair and my teeth. Seeing him naked had increased my interest in my little game of teasing hubby, so I waited in my towel for him to come out and was happy when he dried himself in front of me.*I had changed into a nightgown and put clean panties on. I stood with my back to him thinking that maybe he would enjoy a glimpse of my ass. While I stood there in the bathroom, he put on a pair of loose gym shorts. We giggled at what we had done, then headed out of the bathroom and started to go back to the bedroom.*To my horror, my husband had gotten out of bed and was in the kitchen when we came out, pouring us wine. He seemed cool, so far showing no signs of jealousy. What put the biggest smile on my face was that Garry wore the smile that he displayed each former time I had teased him. It was only on reflection, some time later, that I realized that smile never reached his eyes. I looked down and imagined that his cock was again tenting his pajamas. I smiled smugly and wanted to jump for joy at my successful teasing.*A short time later, as we sipped our wine and Mark was in the bathroom, I let Garry know that I had just let Mark see me undress and get topless, but that was all. I hoped to let him know that I was still faithful to him. I did admit it had been extremely sexy doing all that, knowing my husband was just outside the door. Mark came back from the bathroom before Garry could respond to what güvenilir bahis siteleri I had shared. Mark and I sipped our wine while Garry went back to the hide-a-bed without a word and appeared to fall asleep. I should have been concerned but I was too self-indulgent to notice at the time.After Garry had gone, I walked back to the bedroom with Mark, but this time Mark shut the door behind us. Once he did, I whorled on Mark, ?Listen to me!? I demanded. After seeing that I had his attention, I continued. ?You have to promise me that you?re NOT going to try to fuck me. Give me your word of honor, on our friendship. You have to swear that you won?t try to fuck me!!?*He took my hand and swore, ?On our friendship, I swear I won?t fuck you.?*I relaxed then and said, ?OK, let?s go to bed.?*We laid together, my head on his chest with his hand wrapped around me. His fingers were on my side at first tracing random patterns on me. It felt great to feel him doing this to me. But I wanted more. I reached down and felt his cock. It was harder than it was in the shower. I pulled his shorts down and took it in my hand. Then I began to stroke it. I felt his reaction as his cock got even harder than it was. A few more light strokes and it spewed rope after rope of white gooey come all over his chest.*I figured he needed that. Both for his self-confidence that had been shattered, and because I had been teasing him for so long now. Of course, as a confirmed narcissist, I conveniently ignored the fact that I had just cheated on my husband and broken my marriage vows. But Mark was my best friend, so that was OK, right?*Chapter SixDay Two, Monday*I woke to the sounds of kitchen noises. I got out of bed leaving Mark still sound asleep. Throwing on a robe, I went out to the kitchen and kissed my husband first thing.I wanted to kiss him deeply and passionately, but he would only give me a quick peck, I assumed because he didn?t want to burn what he was cooking.After teasing him last night like I had done, I hoped to make love to him as soon as we dropped Mark off at work.Mark was letting us use his car while he was at work, so long as we picked him up at five every evening. I thought that was a great arrangement.I talked with my husband as he cooked us some pancakes and bacon. He served them just in time for Mark to walk out and join us. I noted Garry?s smile was just as I had dreamed it to be. I couldn?t wait till we dropped off Mark. I was going to have some fun.Breakfast was great, and though I wanted to wait in the apartment getting ready for my husband?s loving, he had me get dressed. We dropped Mark off and, instead of going back to the apartment, we went to a small park in the Quarter.It didn?t take much for me to forget my earlier plans. The Park had all sorts of artists milling around painting different things.One offered to paint me or my husband. But Garry didn?t like his work all that much. Another wanted to do just me. I posed for him for over an hour. Then Garry gave him fifty bucks for something that really didn?t look like me at all.We did find a painting that I knew would look great in the front room of our home. I ordered it and paid to have it shipped rather than have us carry it around all day.After the park, we went to a restaurant and ate lunch together. I was making sure I made a lot of contact with my husband, as I was beginning to think I overdid it with Mark the day before. Why did that occur to me? Because Garry was just going through the motions, being polite, as if we were friends instead of husband and wife. Any type of intimate gesture had to be initiated by me.Lunch was fabulous. Oh my God, New Orleans has the most fabulous food I had ever eaten. And I was told that it had only just begun to get good. Boy, I was looking forward to trying everything! Though I knew I would be going on a diet when we got back home.We eventually had a chance to talk about the night before. I told him that I was a bit upset that Mark had shut the door, and that I didn?t like breaking a promise to my husband.He gritted his teeth and, in a none-too-friendly way said, ?I know you will do what you intend to do, nothing more, nothing less. I dealt with the shut door in my own way.?Garry didn?t elaborate on what he meant by his ?own way?. Neither did I ask, reassured by that smile that I thought I loved. The smile that didn?t reach his eyes. We continued to talk, and he finally asked me why I had to take a shower with Mark last night.I smiled at my loving husband. Then I kissed him hard on the lips forcing my tongue into his mouth. I reached down, felt his rock-hard cock and stroked it a few times over his pants, then broke the kiss and said, ?This is why,? as I continued to stroke him. I was a little miffed when he removed my hand.After lunch, we meandered around the Quarter listening to the heartbeat of the city. It was nice and relaxing knowing that we had no responsibilities for the next week. The girls were taken care of, work was on hold for the week. Everything was great, or so I thought.I was very disappointed when we picked up Mark at work, right on time, as I didn?t have a chance to seduce Garry. From there we went to another five-star restaurant, and I prepared to feast.After we ate. All three of us went to a club in the Quarter and did a little dancing. Garry started dancing with me, but Mark cut in on the second dance and? well I really didn?t notice but I guess I only danced with Mark after that.Garry just sat at the table watching my purse and the drinks. He made sure they were fresh when we took our breaks.I kissed Mark on the dance floor a few times, especially when I knew Garry was looking at us. He just sat there with the smile that I thought I loved so much. My heart was singing with joy having both men with me again.It was late when we got back to the apartment. Mark and I ran to the shower, with me thinking I was playing a game with Garry. He had mentioned that he needed one, but iddaa siteleri Mark and I ran past him, teasing him by beating him to the shower. I half-expected Garry to come inside and insist on showering with me, kicking Mark out.However, he didn?t, and I threw modesty aside and showered with Mark. I even let him wash my back. We laughed and played in the water a bit; I noticed his cock got extremely hard. I really wanted him, but I wondered if that wasn?t because Garry and I hadn?t made love today, or yesterday either.After we finished, Garry took his shower. I told Mark that I should sleep with my husband that night. He offered us the bedroom, saying he would sleep on the hide-a-bed. I kissed him for the kindness.When Garry came out of the shower, I told him the news and we went off to bed. I wanted to get frisky, but Garry told me that he took some sleeping pills just before his shower to help him sleep as he didn?t sleep well the night before. So, sex was out of the question. Another warning sign that I chose to ignore.I was disappointed, but I lay in my husband?s strong arms. I felt his cock and it was hard. I thought of mounting it, but then I heard him snoring. It wasn?t fake. So, I lay on him and fell asleep rather quickly. It never occurred to me that he could get an erection without my stimulus and that, perhaps, my teasing wasn?t having the effect that I imagined.*Chapter SevenDay Three, Tuesday*Again, I woke to kitchen noises. I also woke up alone. I got up and made my way to the kitchen where Garry was making us some French toast and sausage. I started towards him for my morning kiss, but Mark beat me to Garry, offering a friendly handshake. After that, I kissed my husband good morning very patiently. I was hoping to get the idea in my husband?s head that I wanted intimacy with him today. That being my husband, not Mark, as Mark and I had been closer than I had ever been before, but he wasn?t my love match like Garry.However, Garry broke our kiss quickly and just continued making breakfast with that same smile on his face and a chubby in his pants that he?d had all week so far. In my delusion, I couldn?t see that Garry was avoiding me like the plague, and his constant hard-on was due to not having sex for quite some time ? and nothing to do with my actions.Well, this time I would insist on waiting at the apartment and being ready for him when he got back from dropping off Mark. Well, so I thought.After breakfast, I made sure to speak first, ?Garry, I am going to wait here while you take Mark to work. Is that, ok???Not really, we will be late. I reserved two tickets for a six-hour tour on the Mississippi. We will be on the Natchez. It?s one of the very few paddle boats left on the river today. There will be a complimentary lunch for us on board.Well, that sounded romantic as it could be. I smiled, letting all my earlier desires fly away, looking forward to a romantic day on a paddleboat cruise of the Mighty Mississippi with my husband.~~~On the boat, I was as excited as I could be. It was just like one would expect to see in Huck Finn. It was an old gambling boat with a paddle to propel it up and down the river. It was so awesome I could hardly contain myself. The engines were steam-powered, and the boilers had been converted from coal burners to diesel. The whole second deck was loaded with gaming machines. I put a twenty in one of the poker games and played it all the way up to two hundred dollars. Hindsight being twenty-twenty, I wish I cashed it out then, but instead I played on. I was about to cash out again when I was back to the twenty, I originally came in with, but I hit a straight flush and played on.Garry tapped me on the shoulder and told me that I had missed lunch, and they were docking so I had to get off the machine and cash out.I was happy to walk off the boat with thirteen hundred dollars more than I walked on it with. But I had missed the entire cruise, the romantic time I had planned with my husband, not to mention the romantic lunch. It never occurred at the time that something was wrong with me.*I insisted that my husband walked off the boat with me, hand-in-hand. We walked to the car and went to pick up Mark from work.I jumped in the back seat with Mark as Garry drove us to another restaurant for dinner. Let me tell you I was hungry after missing lunch.We ate a divine meal. The people of New Orleans can surely cook. Then we made our way back to the apartment, where we watched a movie together.Garry was falling asleep on the hide-a-bed, and I led Mark back to the bedroom. This time, I shut and latched the lock on the door with a loud click. I worried that Garry might have heard it. But thinking he was probably asleep, didn?t give it much mind. I led Mark to the bed and began making out with him. I figured that I really needed something after Garry had pretty much ignored me for the last few days.This time though, I took off my top somewhere in the middle of it all, and Mark jumped right on my breasts, sucking and fondling them. I had been so damn worked up by him the last three days, and with Garry not giving me any, I couldn?t take it anymore.I pushed him on his back and pulled down his boxers, taking his cock in my hand and then I put it in my mouth. I used one hand to cup his balls while the other hand helped me stimulate his shaft as my tongue worked the head of his cock.It only took a few moments before he stiffened and shot his load into my mouth. I swallowed all I could before I sucked the remaining cum off his shaft, then I smiled at him.He kissed me again. I sort of liked it, as Garry wouldn?t kiss me after he came in my mouth - until I brushed my teeth - so it was quite different for me.He then rolled me over and pulled my panties down. He had promised not to fuck me, and I knew he was a man of his word, so I wasn?t worried when he got between my legs. He dropped his head to my cunt and began to eat my pussy.Oh yea, I had to grab a pillow as my orgasms began to fill me right away. First one, then another, then another, they came crashing down on me until I had to push him away. I panted for a long time until we snuggled together and fell into a blissful slumber.*Chapter EightDay Four, Humpday