Tomorrow Will Be Much Better

Author's note: this is part three of three. Please read my previous works titled "Tuesday Will Be Much Better" for context.

I appreciate those that have read along so far, and while the initial comments may have discouraged other new writers, I want it known that I'm writing for me and only me. I will acknowledge though that this should have been submitted as a series from the get go. I'm new here so that's on me.

For those that complained that it was a cuckold story, this is why we use tags when submitting.

...

After the weekend that I had dipped my toe into the cuckold experience we worked on returning to normalcy. For her part, Sarah had scratched her itch and her abject fear of losing her partner in the long run meant she was on the straight and narrow again.

Our sex life had a renaissance for the next couple of weeks before returning to a once a week scheduling. This was still better than the once a month prior to my wife's affair though I knew we'd end up back there eventually.

What was unexpected to me was the shift from humiliated arousal that I experienced when I discovered the affair to resentment and sometimes anger. I had deleted the videos as they were no longer turning me on and I couldn't stop the creeping thought that she had permanently tainted our once happy relationship. Part of me had considered keeping the videos in case of divorce, the other part of me still felt guilty for spying. Guilt won out in the end.

To keep distracted I focused heavily on work. The ensuing success of this focus was satisfying to both my ambitious nature and more importantly, my bank balance. It also gave me some swagger and confidence back. Aside from losing my favourite sales associate Cara, poached from a different industry with much deeper pockets, it was a purple patch for the business. At least she was staying for a long handover, I thought.

As I found myself withdrawing from my marriage and being shorter with my wife more often, I considered asking to go to counseling. However a part of me knew that a drawn out process would delay the inevitable. In the end, Sarah brought it to a head as we finished eating dinner at the dining room table one evening.

"You can't move past it, can you?" she asked.

"No," I responded quietly. "I don't think I can."

There was no anger, no recriminations. Sarah started to cry softly. "I wish I didn't do this to you, to us," she sobbed. I took her into my arms and held her. Despite deciding the relationship was over, I knew that a part of me would always love her.

For the next hour we talked it through. There were no kids in the mix and we were both successful in our chosen fields. Sarah expressed concerns about losing mutual friends or having people choose sides. I held up my hand to stop her.

"I'm not going to tell anyone you cheated," I said.

"Why? You'd have every right to."

"I know," I nodded, "but I want to protect the innocent."

Sarah raised an eyebrow.

I continued, "While I know I had some fun along the way, overall this has been pretty humiliating for me. I love our friends and don't want them to pity me. I'd rather just say that commitment to our careers meant we drifted apart."

After some more conversation to decide how to move forward, we ended up making love in our marital bed for the final time. This passionate and intimate goodbye was something I'd always hold close to my heart, even if the finality was bittersweet.

...

The divorce was happening about as quickly as it could. We didn't argue about assets or money and would split everything down the middle. I probably could have pushed for more but I wanted a clean break in order to move on with my life. Both of us being comfortable financially as individuals helped as well.

Sarah agreed to buy out my half of the house. I had already bought a two bedroom apartment overlooking a park on the edge of the city. I had a small housewarming party with some of our mutual friends, many of whom were surprised that my soon to be ex wife was in attendance. That shock faded into what was an easy night with the right vibe. She looked great in an emerald green dress with thick shoulder straps. As always her pale G cup cleavage was brought to prominence, and her legs looked gorgeous atop black high heels.

After the last guest left, Sarah remained.

"You've done a great job here," she said, looking around at the bright paintings on dark grey walls. "Could use some feminine touches but will be a great bachelor pad."

After that last comment, she looked downward with a hint of sadness.

"Well I don't know about that," I replied, "I'm just focussing on being happier."

"That's good," she said. "Me too."

I don't know what came over me but I closed the gap to her, grabbed her face with both hands tenderly and kissed her. Sarah, seemingly in shock, took a second to respond but started to kiss back. It was urgent. Passionate.

I backed her towards the marble countertop. When her plump ass pressed against the cool surface, she placed a hand either side and vaulted up so she was sitting on the edge. Once situated, she reached forward to unbuckle my belt. After undoing the button and fly of my pants she reached into my boxer briefs and wrapped her hand around my thick cock.

I reached between her legs with my right hand, grabbed the gusset of her black panties tightly and ripped it open. We broke the kiss and I held her forehead to mine with my left hand and locked our eyes together.

Pushing two fingers into her wet pussy, I began fingering her roughly as she jerked my dick at the same pace. After a minute, she guided me towards her centre. "Fuck me," she panted.

I slid into her before pulling off the straps of her dress, then her bra, to reveal her large breasts. Sarah laid back, knocking a champagne flute to the ground in the process. This served as no distraction. I pumped into her hard and fast while she worked her clit. I was grunting and she was getting more vocal.

"Unh, ah, oh, fuck. Fuck me. Fuuuck me!'

Her breasts were bouncing from her lower rib cage to nearly her chin as a bright pink flushed her pale chest. I kept a relentless pace.

Slap, slap. Slap. My pelvis, hitting her thighs.

It was over all too soon. Sarah cried out as she came, back arching off the benchtop. I tensed up as well before filling her as deeply as I could.

We both laughed as I collapsed onto her. We shared a few tender kisses before I stood up. As I pulled out of her, some of my semen flowed out of her and down the waterfall edging of the countertop.

After we dressed, Sarah helped me clean up the broken glass while I took care of the rest. We decided her staying the night was not a good idea.

"That was unexpected," she said.

"I'll say. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have initiated that and I don't think it should happen again."

"It's okay," Sarah assured me. "There's a lot of love still there but over time I think it is inevitable that we will move on."

As she left for the night to head home, we kissed softly before I closed the door behind her.

...

A few weeks later the divorce was almost finalised. It was a sad day at the office, because my favourite employee was at the end of her final day. Cara, a very talented sales associate aged 32, was in my office after the remaining staff had left for the day. We were drinking champagne to toast her next endeavour.

Cara loved working here but as a single professional the offer she had received to move on was too good to pass up. I had pointed this out three months ago when she told me. I recounted that day briefly and smiled to myself when I remembered how she sheepishly informed me about the offer.

I was at ninety degrees to my computer screen and Cara was sitting in an office chair about a metre and a half away. We had often sat like this when reviewing a proposal or contract and had an ease with each other.

Cara picked up her champagne with a slender, elegant hand. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't noticed she was attractive. She was slim, but her blouses often showed just a hint of soft cleavage and I couldn't deny that I'd checked out her perky ass at the photocopier on a near daily basis.

Snap out of it, I thought to myself. It's not too late to be sued.

As she took a sip of her champagne, she looked at me over the lip of her glass. Her blue eyes held mine while her blonde hair framed her near Nordic features perfectly.

"When will the divorce go through?" she asked.

"Next week."

"You know," she started carefully, "you never told me what happened."

"I may want to keep it that way," I responded.

She raised her eyebrows. "My god you idiot, you cheated, didn't you?"

Across this entire time it had never occurred to me that someone might think that I had stepped out. She read it on my face.

"Oh fuck me, it was her."

"Cara..." I began, holding up my hand. She interjected.

"Who the hell would want to cheat on you?" I felt a pang of pride.

"I work too much, Cara. That causes damage."

"I'm sorry John, truly." She looked down. "I'm the same, it's why it didn't work with my ex, remember Tim?"

I did. He was punching way out of his league with Cara. I had met him a couple of times and thought he was a douche bag.

"He got tired of the late nights and travel?" I asked.

"Oh not really, it gave him enough time to fuck my best friend Tess. Well, former best friend."

I nearly spit out my wine.

"He's a fucking moron," I said as I took the empty bottle and dropped it into the bin. Cara laughed.

"I'll miss our chats," she said, "but there is one benefit to me leaving."

What's that?" I asked as I turned back to her. She was standing right behind me, looking nervous.

"I can finally do this," she said and kissed me softly.

I was shocked but I'm not made of stone and I found myself kissing back. Our tongues met briefly before I pulled back. Cara looked worried, like she'd made the wrong decision and had ruined the moment.

"Wait," I said. "The ink isn't dry on my divorce and you're not the type I should rebound with. I like to date old school. You know, courting and the like"

She laughed. "I've always liked that about you, your honour. And you'll know where to find me."

We chatted about her new role for a while as we finished our wine and she left me with a tight hug and a soft kiss on the cheek.

...

Later that night I was sipping a whiskey while replaying my conversation with Cara. My phone pinged with a text.

Cara: "I know you'll know where to find me. This is HOW you'll find me"

Dots appeared under the message for a few torturous seconds before a picture came up. My heart nearly beat through my chest as I looked at the image.

Cara was laying back on her bed in black lacy lingerie, complete with stockings and suspenders. She was holding the camera away from her body to take the selfie, and let me say I was not prepared for how beautiful she looked. Her blonde hair was splayed out on the pillow and she was biting her lower lip. The sheer fabric of her bra showed her pink nipples that were standing to attention. I smiled before typing a response.

John: "Cool thx"

Cara: "WTF?????"

John: "I'm kidding, you nearly gave me a heart attack. You are simply stunning. Dear god I'm in trouble haha"

Cara: "Cool thx"

I laughed as I saw the dots reappear.

Cara: "You owe me"

John: "For the cool thx? A thousand apologies ;)"

Cara: "No, you've seen me like this, I want to see you naked."

I swallowed hard as I tried to calm myself down. I got out of my chair, had a large sip of whiskey and walked to the bedroom. Once I was stripped off, getting hard wasn't an issue given the turn of events and I lined up an angled pose in the bathroom mirror that best showed my very erect penis.

After taking a few photos, I chose the one that I felt was most impressive and sent it to Cara. Her response was quick.

Cara: "Holy shit, that is so fucking thick. Why would she give that up?"

John: "Apparently long and thin for the win..."

Cara: "Fuck that, I'd prefer to sit on yours!"

Dots on the screen, then a photo.

She had ditched the bra and her right hand, the one not holding the phone, was down the front of her panties.

John: "You're killing me. I think you should come over for dinner tomorrow night."

Cara: "Done. See you at 7 ;)"

Most men would have masturbated after seeing those photos and I can confirm I am indeed like most men.

...

The next morning I was cleaning up the apartment when I saw the box of Sarah's things that I had packed accidentally but hadn't yet returned. I didn't want it out in the open, so I went down to the complex parking garage and put it in the boot of my car, resolving to drop them to her tomorrow.

I've always been an avid cook and spent the early afternoon preparing a light but impressive dinner for Cara. I'd start with a confit duck salad before serving a grilled fillet steak with jus, charred greens and parsnip puree. For dessert, a simple chocolate mousse.

When Sarah and I used to host dinner parties, we'd always get on top of the cleaning early so that service was easy and we could spend the most time with our guests. The dishwasher was empty, the salad out of the fridge coming up to room temperature and the steak covered on the bench ready for grilling. I figured I'd sear it before finishing in the oven just after Cara arrived.

A couple of minutes before 7pm, I buzzed Cara up and walked over to the door when she knocked. When I opened the door, I was greeted by a tight fitting red dress that showed no telltale signs of underwear. Her protruding nipples told me that her bras, at the very least, were all still at home.

"Hello, you look fantastic," I said as I gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"As do you John, thank you for the invite."

I poured two glasses of pinot gris. After a brief toast "to the next step" I stepped behind the stove to make sure the main course would be served on time. This act allowed me to swallow my nervousness and focus on being a good host.

...

As expected, dinner was great and the conversation flowed smoothly. Cara was complimentary of my cooking. During the main course I had opened a bottle of sangiovese and the red wine helped the conversation along even further.

"I have to ask," she said with her right index finger slowly tracing the rim of the wine glass, "how did you find out about the affair? I know we shouldn't discuss exes on the first date but I think given our working history we can probably ignore that rule." I nodded and she went on." For me, I had forgotten the work iPad at home. It was the early afternoon and I walked in on Tess beneath him."

"Ouch," I responded. "What did you do?"

"I slapped her so hard it still probably stings," she laughed. "Then I kicked him out. It's your turn."

I explained about masturbation, messages and the trip home.

"Ah," she said, holding my gaze.

"Ah?" I queried.

"You came back to work that day. It was already weird that a client you had in your calendar called and asked why the sudden reschedule, so I knew something was up. But you were white, and, well, not you."

"I'd make a horrible poker play," I said, smiling.

"What did you do when you confirmed it?" She asked while reaching for her glass. "Did you lay him out?

"No actually." I paused before thinking to myself, fuck it. If she is worth it then I need to be honest. "I watched them through the window for a long while and got myself off."

Cara had taken a sip of wine but had to spit it back into the glass. "You can't be fucking serious!"

"I am, but I'm not proud of it. I thought for a while I was a cuckold, not just a voyeur. The longer it went on the crazier I felt. Eventually I confronted Sarah."

"How long after?" she asked.

"Four weeks," I replied. She looked at me with eyebrows raised and I continued, "then we discussed it and I tried to be okay with it. I even stayed in the guest room one night while he stayed over."

"Wow," she said finally. "That's one way to try ethical non-monogamy."

"I'll say. That was their last time together as far as I know, and I do trust that it was. It's just, there was no going back to what we had."

"I must say," she said smiling, "I never knew you'd be quite this kinky. No judgement here, really. I'm just glad you're on the market now, or were. Anything else you need to tell me?"

"I filmed her a few times cheating, which I felt horrible about and deleted out of guilt. Oh, and when he stayed over he made me get him hard as a power play."

"My, my, my," Cara smiled. "I like bi men, so that's pretty hot. If you ever film me without my knowledge I'll cut your balls off though." I knew she was serious by the look on her face.

"No issue there," I replied. "I couldn't do it again. I felt terrible."

Cara took a final sip of wine, walked over and straddled me on the chair. We kissed deeply for a long time, before she whispered in my ear seductively. "Take me to bed."

...

We had left a trail of clothes in the bedroom. Most of them were mine as I was quick to confirm that Cara had not worn a stitch of underwear. As we reached the bed, I pushed her backwards. She kept eye contact with me as she crawled backwards.

"I want to taste you," I told her.

"I won't stop you," was her breathless reply.

I kissed the arch of her right foot before slowly kissing up her calf and inner thigh. Her lips glistened in the half light as I approached my first goal of the night. Cara was shaved bare, a contrast to the closely trimmed pubic hair of my ex wife. As I ran my tongue slowly up and between her folds, she gasped before exhaling a breathy moan.

"That feels wonderful," she almost purred. From there, words were not spoken as I ate her. I loved her taste so I was in no rush to get her off. As I circled her clit her breathing became ragged and shallow before she arched her back and came hard on my tongue.

I continued to taste her for a while before kissing up her body. First her smooth belly, then the undersides of her breasts, then each nipple. The latter I spent extra time on because her little moans were turning me on further. After nuzzling at her neck and jaw bone, I kissed her deeply.

"Mmmm, that was good, but let me show you what I can do," she said.

I laid on my back as she kissed down my body at a torturously slow pace. When she reached my cock, I was so hard I thought I might burst straight away. She took me into her warm mouth and started sucking while her tongue lapped around the head of my dick.

Slurp, slurp, slurp.

She kept a persistent pace while looking up at me. When she broke eye contact I looked at her perfect heart shape ass pointing upwards and at her C cup breasts pointing down, capped with hard pink nipples.

"Can I ride this?" she asked, looking me in the eyes again.

"I won't stop you."

Cara crawled up and placed a knee either side of me. She balanced herself with her left hand on my chest before grabbing me with her right and sinking down.

"Ohhhhh fuuuuck," she cried out.

She didn't start with a frenetic pace, much the opposite. Cara rolled her hips and rode me slowly. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning softly. We made love like this for about twenty minutes, and she came twice. After coming down from the second orgasm she started riding faster and harder and her moans increased.

"Oh, ah, oh, yes!"

Her face and chest had a sheen of sweat.

I pulled her to me for a deep kiss before rolling her onto her back. From here I decided not to hold back and fucked her through another orgasm. I could feel myself getting close.

"Are you on the pill?"

Thump, thump, thump.

"Cara, are you on the pill?"

"YES, I am! So cum in me, I need you."

With a final thrust and arch of my back, I emptied myself into my former employee turned lover before collapsing onto her. We were a sweaty mess but still kissed hungrily. I was still hard so I sawed in and out of her lazily.