Colleague. Work Hubby. Lover. Bull Ch. 02

Author's Note: This is the second of 3 parts.

Thanks to all who read the first installment. We appreciated the feedback, even the negative ones :)

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We were the only ones in the parking lot, just as I'd planned. After that, nothing went according to plan.

"If you hit me, I'm going to have to fuck you up."

He'd just dodged my punch like he was fucking Sugar Ray Leonard and now he was standing a few feet away, hands at his sides, pregnant with violence. This abnormally large man, 16 years younger, in 99th percentile physical condition, was waiting for my next move.

Matt had already fucked my wife, so, being the actuary I am, I immediately calculated the furthur longterm risk to my dignity, combined with my continued physical well-being. Yeah, a punch wasn't worth it. And I'm not enough of a coward to kill a man in cold blood over what my wife does with her body, so my options were limited to walking away or having a mature conversation like men.

"You're a piece of shit, you know that?" I said, with a disdain I didn't know I could have for another human being. At that moment, I could not recognize a person in that body. He was a piece of shit.

He sighed in a manner that gave the impression he'd been in that specific situation more than once, confronted by an angry husband or boyfriend, bored with being blamed for another man's inadequacy, negligence, and/or unaccountability.

"Okay, you're not completely wrong, but there is another side to this."

His reaction was so viscerally fatigued that his humanity punctured my anger in an instant. It stunned me. I know I should have told him to stay away from my wife and to go fuck himself, but, standing there looking at him clearly trying to connect with me, my curiosity got the best of me. Who is this guy? How did he get Ellen to become a woman I barely recognize anymore? Why her? Most importantly...

"Do you even love her, man?" I asked, my shoulders dropping, more annoyed than defeated.

He closed his eyes for a moment and wearily shook his head.

"I do. But not like that."

I could tell he was being honest and that pissed me off.

"Well, how then, asshole? Like a trophy? Just another man's wife you fucked?"

"Can I buy you a drink, Jim? We can talk about it. I'll tell you whatever you want to know."

This fucking guy! At that point, I considered throwing another punch, but something stopped me, something besides not wanting to get fucked up. Curiosity wouldn't be sufficient. I was pathetically desperate for answers to the sea of questions I'd been drowning in for months. Why would Ellen do this? What did he see in her? Did she still love me? The sad reality is that I felt I'd get more honesty from Matt than I ever would have from Ellen. So, I decided to trust a stranger before confronting my wife. It was the best decision of my life.

We went to a bar downtown. It was teeming with young professionals and college kids. I hadn't been in a place like that in forever. Matt walked in like he owned the place and some of the patrons reacted to him that way. Seeing this, I became acutely aware of how much I'd let myself go, because I used to at least get a smile or two from a cute girl in a place like that. Shit, it seemed some were averting their eyes and others seemed to pity me. Fuck me. What was I doing there in my stupid khakis?

We got a booth and ordered drinks. I just stared at him for several seconds after the server left, leaving it to him to initiate the conversation.

"How'd you find out? She tell you?"

"Tell me?" I answered with a surly laugh. "She didn't tell me shit. I checked her phone and found a text from you. Something about meeting on a rooftop. I did some backtracking and I noticed she texted me that same day, saying she had a work dinner and she'd be home later. Then, I figured out who you were. I've been stalking you for weeks, trying to nail down the best time to confront you."

He shook his head and smiled a smile of frustration, not amusement.

"She didn't delete the text. That was the first time we...you know. Rookie mistake. Ellen, man."

The way he said her name hurt me. I could tell they had gotten close, that he'd gotten to see the parts of her that I loved, that sweet, funny girl who everyone liked and enjoyed the comfort of her presence.

"So, you're sure you don't love her?' I asked.

"No, Jim. I do not love your wife. Again, not in that way."

"Well, why are you seeing her, fucking up our marriage?"

His eyes squinted and his head jerked back a little, as if I'd offended him.

"I'm sorry, Jim. But, what? What's wrong with your marriage? Let's make a practical assessment here."

I tried to control my rage as best I could, but my fist landed a firm blow on the table and I growled as low as I could, "My assessment is that you're fucking my wife!"

He was stoic. Actually, there was a hint of disappointment on his face.

"Why weren't you fucking her, Jim?"

Thankfully, our drinks arrived because I didn't have an answer I could give without some time to think, because that's a really complicated question that required careful consideration of at least 10 years of actions and inactions. Still, he took a drink of beer and waited for an answer, while I just stared into my glass, looking for one. I felt like shit. I should have told him none of his fucking business, but all I could think about was Ellen. I knew she wanted an answer to that question, too. Even as she was shedding weight and looking more amazing than ever, I just wasn't feeling it. I didn't want sex.

"Okay, let's come back to that," Matt said, with the patience and confidence of a grade school teacher, sounding as if he was certain we'd work through the problem.

"Here's my why, my side of this story: I wasn't after Ellen. I swear. We were just work buddies. She gave me Mama Bear vibes, dude. I wasn't trying to fuck her. But I liked her a lot. She was fun to hang out with and talk to. But, as she started to change, my attraction to her changed. Her body looked amazing and her confidence grew. She became sexy, no doubt about it. I wanted to fuck Mama Bear. More importantly, I knew she wanted to fuck me. That's the part you should be focused on. There will always be men who want to fuck your wife, Jim. So what? You don't have a problem until she wants to fuck another man. Is that fair to say?"

Fucking lawyers. I knew he was right. Everything he said made sense. But fuck him.

"That doesn't give you the right to fuck another man's wife."

"Jesus, it's not about you, Jim. You were not a factor for me to consider. Ellen wanted me. I wanted Ellen. That was my math."

"How can you be so cold about this? You're like a sociopath"

He gave me a stern look, not angry, but focused. The he spoke:

"My parents have been together for 31 years. My mom cheated on my dad when I was about 16. My dad was gutted. He hated her. They separated for a while, about 2 years. My mom was still seeing the dude she cheated with. Lorenzo. Sounds like a guy who'd fuck your wife, right? Lorenzo. I'd see this fucking guy when I woke up in the morning, having breakfast with us, trying to talk to me like we're buddies. Meanwhile, my dad is in some sad ass apartment across town. It was a miserable situation. Then, my dad did some shit that changed my life, changed how I saw women, relationships, power dynamics. My dad completely recalibrated. Got a better job, changed his diet, started working out, and started fucking the hottest women I'd ever seen. All types of women: Asian, white, Latin, Indian, whatever. There was a new woman whenever I saw him. My mom is a pretty good-looking black woman, but she wasn't fucking with these women. Not even close. And he'd flaunt them in front of her when he'd pick me up, just sitting in his convertible with the top down. I'd hop in and the woman's hair would blow and shit when we drove away. My dad loved it. I loved it. Pissed my mom off. Then, one day, I decided to leave school early. I was a senior, had all my credits, picked my college. I'm over it. Fuck high school, right? So I go home. I get in the house and I hear my mom wailing in the kitchen. She was screaming "OH MATTHEW! OH GOD MATTHEW!" I thought she was crying and I almost ran to her, to comfort her, you know? Then, I heard my father's voice and I froze. He sounded angry, but he was breathing hard. 'THIS. MY. PUSSY!' he kept saying. I crept closer and took a look. My dad was fucking the dogshit out of my mom. She was up on the counter, spread out, ass out, and he was behind her, just...beasting. My mom was in heaven. Fucking Niagra Falls, dude. I can't get that footage out of my head. Anyway, I never saw Lorenzo again. But you know who I did see?"

I was enraptured, on the edge of my seat. So turned on by the story.

"Who?" I said, the word tumbling out of my mouth.

"I saw those women, Jim. My dad never stopped seeing other women. And my mother not only accepted it, she embraced it. Those women became her friends. I'd wake up and those women would be there, having breakfast with us, like one big happy family. I keep waiting for the day my parents tell me I have siblings. I won't be shocked."

The story was awesome, but the point was still a little lost on me.

"Why are you telling me this?"

"My mom changed, so my dad changed. Ellen has changed, Jim. Now, you have to change. Your marriage needs to change."

"Change to what? Do I become some kind of gigolo like your dad? Is that how I win my wife back?"

"No, it's not about being a gigolo. My dad needed to experience new things. New women. He had to become desirable again to my mom. More importantly, to himself. Jim, if you still want Ellen, you're not going to sweet talk your way back into her panties. Love ain't enough. You need to become a guy she wants to fuck again. More than that, you need to become a guy who wants to fuck again."

I sighed heavily. I was overwhelmed with the conversation. I was thinking about marriage counseling, not the shit Matt laid on me.

"I don't know how to be that guy. I mean, if she's having the time of her life fucking you, why would she want me again?"

Matt's eyes turned sad looking at me. He pursed his lips uncomfortably.

"Fuck. You reminded me of my dad just now," he said, before taking a sip of beer.

Somehow, that made me sink even lower. I could tell his dad was probably in worse shape than I was when he found out his wife had lost respect for him and gave her body to another man. I had nothing to say. I fell back against the hardwood booth and slumped. Matt looked at me and a smile crawled over his mouth.

"It's okay. You just need a jumpstart. You need to be reminded how much you actually like sex. You need to see desire in a woman's eyes again."

He picked up his phone and started texting.

"What are you doing?"

"Finish your beer and let's go."

I followed him to the next location. A house. As we approached the porch, I had a flash of fear that I was being set up to be murdered. Then, the door opened. She was beautiful. Blonde. Early-to-mid twenties. She practically lept into Matt's arms, she was so happy to see him. He whispered something to her and she looked at me, her blue eyes smiling, but her mouth hidden behind his massive shoulder.

"Come on, Jim. My girl's got something for you."

We went inside and I followed her upstairs to a bedroom. I was so goddamned nervous. I asked her her name. She grabbed my hand, pulling me along.

"You don't need to know that," she answered with a giggle.

She closed the door and told me to sit on the bed. I knew what was happening and I was scared shitless.

That beautiful girl smiled softly and branded by my brain with these words: "Whatever you're thinking right now, get rid of it. Fuck what you're thinking. Do. Do what you feel."

She stood right over me, looking down on me, dominant yet docile. Her perfect, perky tits were right in my face. Her nipples were hard and there was no bra underneath the soft fabric of her pink t-shirt. Suddenly, I wasn't thinking a damned thing. I was desiring. She put her finger on my chin and titled my head to meet her eyes. She ran her delicate fingers through my hair.

"Jim, listen to me. I crave desire. The more you want me, the more turned on I get. So don't hold back. My tits are yours. My mouth is yours. My pussy is yours. My ass is yours. All of me belongs to you until we leave this room."

Holy shit! I went absolutely nuts. All those years of sneaking to watch porn and getting off watching guys do things to women that Ellen would never let me do? Well, I did it all. The release was so immense, so explosive, so needed. I came like I was a kid again, just streams of my DNA all over that girl's ass and face, and...INSIDE HER! Four whole fucking rounds at 45 years-old. Who the hell was I? It couldn't have lasted more than an hour. I just kept getting hard again. One orgasm after another.

When we were done, we showered together. Of course I got hard again, but it was so painful, I declined any further action, which made her chuckle a bit. Matt was laughing his ass off when we came down the stairs. I was wearing a smirk on my face. I must've looked so guilty. A good kind of guilty, like an idealistic teen who did something bad for the greater good.

"You good, Jim?" Matt asked, cracking up.

"He's good. He got it all out of his system. I had fun, too." the gorgeous blonde said, playfully ruffling my hair.

She had fun, too. Wow. I smiled. Matt exhaled a laugh.

"Cool. Well, let's go. I'll see you in a couple days, baby," Matt said.

"You better. Bye Jim," she said, with a smile aimed at both of us.

"Bye. Thank you." I said, awkwardly,

Matt laughed and shook his head.

"Man, bring your goofy ass on," he said, jokingly.

It was strange, but I could tell he was proud of me. As we walked back to our cars, he put his arm around me, like he was my big brother, despite being nearly 20 years younger. And the crazy part is I liked it. I was proud of me, too. Fuck guilt.

"Okay, what the fuck was that?" I asked, with a rush of joy.

Matt smiled and calmly answered: "Free use. She gets off on letting me use her for sex any time I want. This is the first time I've ever asked her to fuck someone else though."

"Wow. I've been out of the game a long time," I said, wistfully.

Matt didn't respond. I looked at him and I couldn't tell he was thinking. I got nervous. Was he going to tell Ellen? Was this a setup?

"Hey, what are you thinking, man?" I asked, tepidly.

He looked at me, sighed like he had bad news and said: "That was just a jumpstart, Jim. To show you what life could be. Now, you have to commit to change. You want to fuck your wife like that? Make her do all that nasty shit you were afraid to ask for? Commit to change, Jim. Because, believe me, Ellen's not the problem. She'll do whatever you want. I mean, whatever y-..."

"Okay, I get it. Stop reminding me," I interjected, feigning anger.

We shared a laugh. I know it's fucked, but I liked him. The guy was charming as shit. Intelligent. Perceptive. And weirdly empathetic. I wanted to hang out with him again. So, that's what we did. We started hanging out. Ball games. Workouts. Drinks. Picking up women. I was cheating on my wife with the guy she was cheating with. How fucked is that?

And I committed to change. I became an extremely disciplined person. I ate right. I slept right. My thoughts were positive. Pounds melted off. I bought new clothes. Cool Clothes. Not too age inappropriate, but clothes that said "I like to fuck." I let my hair grow longer, because it's my best feature and, frankly, I missed it. The compliments were nonstop. I even embarrassed my daughter, because her friends started saying I was a DILF. Eventually, I reached the point where when Matt and I entered a bar, I started to get those stares from women again. Oddly, Ellen's reaction to my change was standoffish. She told me I looked "good," but that was the most I got out of her. I honestly didn't care. I was having too much fun.

After a few months of being friends with Matt, I resembled the man Ellen married. 50 pounds dropped. An inch regained on my cock, which, by the way, was getting brick hard. I didn't know I could still get that hard. But the truth was that any resemblance to my old self was purely physical. My brain had rewired.

I was having sex with women half my age. Threesomes, with Matt and a woman or just me and two women. I'd never had a threesome in my life. Then came foursomes. There was an epic two-man orgy at Matt's place. Matt and I vs. 5 nubile beauties. It was surreal. I gained a confidence that was addictive. I started going out without Matt, hunting my own prey. I was so into myself. I thought I was hot shit. And women could smell it on me. The new me would reach its final form when I did the unthinkable. I became the kind of man I hated all those months ago. I fucked another man's wife.

Kate Montgomery is one of Ellen's "mom friends." Her daughter, Skyler, has been friends with our Nora since grade school, so Kate and Ellen became close by osmosis. Kate is the opposite of Ellen: slender, blonde, bitchy. Her husband, Kent, is a dick. He's handsome and arrogant, always kept me at arm's length, as if I wanted to be friends with him in the first place. I'm certain he's fucked other guy's wives, so I didn't feel bad at all when I happened to see Kate all alone at the supermarket.

I came in hot.

"Hey, beautiful," I said, gently placing my hand on the small of her back.

She jumped, startled, of course. Then, she turned and saw me. And I saw her. The excitement in the eyes, the blood vessels dilating in the cheeks, those shimmering perfect teeth. She was already mine.

"Oh my God, Jim! I didn't know who you were," she said, as she grabbed my arm.

"Well, now you know. How are you?"

"I'm good. Wow! You look great! You and Ellen have really been hitting the gym, huh?"

"Yeah, we've made some changes."

"Yeah, I see that. I bet you can't keep your hands off each other."

And there it was. An invitation.

"You could say that. Or as the kids say: I've been putting her through the mattress."

Matt's lingo was rubbing off on me. Kate got a kick of that. She laughed like I was a naughty boy. I never made women laugh quite like that before Matt. It's an amazing feeling, knowing a woman wants you to defile her. Not just have sex. I mean, they really want you to push their boundaries, because they want to know their own limits.

"I've never heard it put like that, but that sounds like a good time."

"Well, I'm sure Kent is keeping you happy."

She smiled coyly and rolled her eyes, before laughing the moment away. I drank her in, feet to eyes.

"That's too bad. It's a shame to let all of that go to waste."

She was shocked stiff for a moment. Her mouth hung open just a crack. Eyes wide. Then, she blinked and laughed breathily.

"You're too much. You're going to get us in trouble." She said with a cute smile, rubbing the back her neck.

"I'm sorry. I just wanted you to know that I noticed. It's nice to be noticed, right?" I asked, staring at her intensely.

She matched my eye contact and answered, "Yeah, it is. I like being noticed."

I smirked ruthlessly and said "I know you do."

She blushed and looked away, an adorable reaction that made her look far younger than she was.

"You have my number, right?" she asked, meeting my eyes again.

"Why do I need your number? We're here right now."

She offered a confused grin and said, "Okay. What's that mean?"

"Well, do you have an hour to spare?" I asked, with a hungry grin of my own.

I could read her thoughts on her face. Microexpressions, telling stories of lust and consequence.