Widow Neighbor – Revisited

Widow Neighbor – Revisited

Normally, when I have completed a story, or even a series, I prefer to stop, rather than continue with a weak follow up that is filled with just suck, fuck, hump and bump. But with the success of Widow Neighbor, quite a few people have voted positively and strongly encouraged me to do a follow up. But where do you go from here…? I have thought about it, and decided that perhaps there is a bit more to tell. If you enjoy this as much, then please vote and give me your comments…they are much appreciated.

WARNING: If you have not read the original Widoe Neighbor, you should do so BEFORE you read this part.

The original story ended with:

She finally leaned over and kissed the tip of my cock, then looked up into my face and said “I understand that some men have more than one woman to take care of. Perhaps that’s not such a bad idea, if all of the parties agree. What do you think, my love?” and she had a huge smile on her face.

I lay there stunned at my wife’s comment. How had she found out? Why wasn’t she angry, upset, mortified; what should I say? What should I do? The expression on my face must have looked like a deer caught in the headlights! But my wife just smiled, then broke out into peals of laughter.

“You look like a little boy who’s been caught with his hand in the cookie jar” she said through the laughter. “I wish I had a camera, so I could take a picture of that look on your face”.

“How…what…” I stammered, not knowing what to say. Was she guessing? Did she really know about Margaret? How much should I tell her? My mind raced through a jumble of thoughts and I could feel my panic start to rise.

“Relax, my dear. I’ve known about you and Margaret for awhile. In fact, for a couple of months, now” she laughed. I was feeling like a fool.

“How…who…?” I repeated, weakly.

“Just a minute, dear, I’ll be right back”, and she walked out of the room and I heard her speaking quietly on the telephone to…someone. Was it her attorney? I was ruined! About a minute after she hung up, the doorbell rang, and my wife answered it and I heard her speaking to someone, then girlish laughter.

“Dear, could you come here a minute?” she called me, and when I put on my robe and walked into the living room, there was Margaret! Both women had huge smiles on their faces, and I felt like I had been gutshot.

“Sit down dear. You look like you’ve seen a ghost” my wife told me. “Relax, Margaret and I are old friends, and I think we are going to become even closer from now on” she said with a smile.

“You see, several months ago, when your libido suddenly took a turn for the better, I was both pleased and surprised” she began. “I knew the passion had gone out of our marriage, and that we were both just going through the motions. Neither of us was happy, but we were both just too ‘comfortable’ to do anything about it. At first, I accepted your explanation that you were just ‘feeling your oats’, but when it continued to get better and better, I became suspicious. I was convinced you were having an affair with someone else, and at first, I was hurt; then angry; then afraid.

“I considered contacting an attorney, or hiring a private detective; all the things a betrayed wife thinks about. But then I decided I needed someone to talk to about it. I couldn’t talk with anyone I work with, or even any of our friends. After all, it might have even have been one of them. I saw Margaret outside, one day, and she saw the look on my face; I was in tears. So, I confided my worse fears to her. I thought you had found someone else; someone younger and prettier, and I was going to lose you. I thought my marriage was over” she told me. Margaret just sat, quietly, listening to my wife talk.

“When I finally got the whole thing out, Margaret told me my marriage was not in jeopardy at all. In fact, she was mortified and confessed to me what had happened, and said it was all her fault.