Last Rites, Last Wrongs

A very dark love story:

"So many machines," Patty thought, as she closed the door behind her. The digital gauges on the bank of monitors mounted behind her husband's bed displayed an array of numbers and graphs, signaling every infinitesimal change to Brian's blood pressure, oxygen level and breathing rate. The up and down movement of the electrocardiogram display reassuringly showed that his heartbeat was steady. Patty saw the jumble of monitors as a reflection of the enormous, hopeless effort that was being made to stave off the inevitable. Her husband, as everybody knew, was in the last stages of a fast-moving terminal disease, and no medical technology would keep him alive much longer.

She was relieved to find him awake and relatively alert, though a bit groggy from the drugs that barely kept his pain in check. There was a chair near his hospital bed and she pulled it closer to him and settled in, reaching over to take the hand that wasn't encumbered by an IV needle. The lighting was harsh and the room too cold, she thought. It smelled, as all hospitals do, of piss and disinfectant.

"How are you feeling, sweetheart?" she asked. "Are they keeping you comfortable?"

Patty shifted uncomfortably in the straight-back chair. She hadn't had time to thoroughly shower at her lover's home and she could feel dollops of his cum still leaking into her panties.

The hospital bed was raised to prop him up from his waist, and he managed a half-smile as she sat down beside him. Patty gazed upon the rapidly aging face of the man with whom she had shared the past 20 years of her life, her sympathy and sadness tempered by a resentment she had nursed for years after discovering he had been cheating with one of his work colleagues, a discovery that had almost derailed their marriage.

Although over five years had passed since that marital storm, the hurt and rage she experienced back then had subtly lingered, mitigated only partially by the revenge she had taken in the form of a flurry of her own extramarital affairs. She took a measure of satisfaction in having repaid his betrayal completely and repeatedly, having enthusiastically transitioned from loyal, faithful and devoted wife to unabashed slut.

"I'm feeling better now, but this morning was horrible until they upped my fentanyl. But I'm so doped up these days that I can't ever poop," said Brian, his voice halting and weak. "I tried calling you last night but I couldn't reach reach you. I left a voicemail. Were you out with Darren?"

"Yes, honey. I spent the night at his house," she answered, smiling sympathetically and patting his hand. "We overslept. I didn't see your message until late this morning when we woke up and I figured we'd talk when I got here to visit."

"Did he fuck your brains out?" asked her husband, a little wistfully, with just a tinge of jealousy creeping into his voice. He guided her hand under the sheet that covered the lower half of his body, moving it to his flaccid penis which had just begun to twitch as he imagined his wife in the arms of her current lover.

"Yes, Brian, Darren was insanely horny last night. I don't know what got into him, but he was really wild for my pussy," said Patty. "As soon as I walked through the door, he grabbed me and started kissing my neck and slipping his hands beneath my top. I usually like to ease into things with my lovers--I mean, I'm not 25 anymore-- but he just went for it and for some reason, I responded right away. I was lubricating like crazy while he was tweaking my nipples. I could feel my pussy juices soaking through my panties. I was standing just inside his front door when he moved his hands behind my back and unclasped my bra, pulling it down and turning it inside out around my waist. He got it unclasped and tossed it to the floor and then he just lifted my top and set my tits free. It was so abrupt! So sexy! Jesus, Brian, I was so fucking hot."

"Oooh, husband, you're starting to come awake here,." Said Patty, as her fingers gently stroked her husband's cock. "I guess that fentanyl isn't making you completely numb, is it? Wanna hear some more about my night with Darren?" Brian didn't respond, but the movement of his cock gave her all the answer she needed.

"So yeah, Darren lowered himself to his knees, raised the hem of my skirt, and started licking my thighs, moving slowly up to my pussy. By the time he pulled my panties down, I thought I was so wet I thought he'd drown in it. My knees were kind of supported by his shoulders and he got right into it: licking along my lips, avoiding my clit until I was crazy for him to put some tongue on my button. When he finally did, it was like an electric current going through me. I wish I could explain to a man how incredible that feeling is: I came right there, standing up. I don't think I've ever done that before. I fell forward as I was cumming and he held me with his hands on my ass. He lifted me and carried me to the bedroom and just pushed right inside me. I wanted it so bad! He didn't hold out very long that first time. I could feel him spasm after maybe a minute or two, but it was OK. I kind of needed a minute to recover from that first orgasm. It took him maybe 20 minutes to re-charge and then we did it again, and again, with a blowjob between fucks. We got into it again when we woke up this morning. I'm telling you, Brian. I am SO sore. And I didn't shower at his place. Do I smell like sex? My pussy is still full of his cum."

Patty had come to love telling Brian about her sexual escapades even before he'd been diagnosed with stage four cancer just six months earlier. She could recall how it started, how she'd been a faithful wife for 15 years, unquestioningly abiding by the "no cheating" agreement they'd made when they first became engaged. And then then came that long 4th of July weekend five years ago, when she'd caught him at the big party at his business friend Jimmy's summer place at the shore, fucking that woman from his New York office on the pool table in Jimmy's basement. She wasn't even that hot, Patty recalled, with just a touch of bitterness. Brian pleaded drunkenness, said he'd never strayed before, but after just little bit of investigation, he'd been forced to admit to having an affair for at least several months.

For Patty, the very thought of Brian cheating was devastating.

She yelled. She fumed. She auditioned two lawyers. Brian cried. He begged. He swore that it was over, that he'd never, ever cheat again. And Patty, who had truly loved Brian and treasured their marriage, began to adopt something like a grudging acceptance. She cancelled her meetings with her lawyers, deciding against a divorce. They hardly spoke for a month, but their lives gradually resumed their rhythm. She didn't quite forgive her husband, but in the months that followed, the realization began to slowly dawn upon her that she could turn Brian's transgression to her advantage. She had been given the ultimate hall pass.

Soon, an opportunity arose when Miguel, a personal trainer at her gym, made a pass. She took the leap, following the muscular young man to his place after her workout and allowing him to screw her senseless with a cock much bigger and more practiced than Brian's. She hid that evening's event from Brian, and she kept the next one concealed as well. But as her taste for extramarital sex grew, so did her sense of righteous retribution. "If Brian could cheat, so can I, and he will have to accept it," she decided.

After a third date with Miguel resulted in an especially vigorous bedroom episode, she returned home determined to have The Talk with her husband, the You Did it, Now it's My Turn talk. It didn't go down well at first. Brian pointed to the penance he had served for his own transgression, how he had made amends for his mistake, how their marriage was based on a newly pledged honesty. It was the latter argument that guided the course their marriage would take.

"Yes, we've agreed that honesty is essential and so I am being honest with you, Brian. "I don't want to sneak around you or do anything behind your back. I'm going to continue fucking Miguel--and maybe some other guys--and I'll be happy to tell you all about it. Please remember that I still love you and only you, but you started all this. And just like you told me, it's just about sex, not about love. We will be open and honest. There will be no secrets, no sneaking around." In the end, Brian reluctantly agreed to her demand. She had left him no choice. To seal the deal, she led him up their bedroom and fucked his brains out.

That night, while they were resting and even before their pulse rates had returned to normal, Patty propped herself up on her elbows and faced her husband. "I'm going to make you two promises, Brian. One, you'll never be able to complain about not getting enough sex. Fucking other guys just gets my wheels spinning. Every time I come back from fucking Miguel, I can't wait to jump on your bones. And two, I'll tell you about every sex session I have outside this marriage, in as much detail as you want to hear."

Brian sighed. He loved his wife and knew there was nothing he could do to stop her. It was his own damned fault.

The affair with Miguel petered out after a few weeks. In the end, after they'd had a full session of sex, they'd had nothing to talk about. Their meetings became boring. She was waiting for her car to be washed one Saturday afternoon and a young man sat beside her in the waiting room. He checked her out. She met his gaze. She loved his silky shoulder-length hair, the twinkle in his eyes, his 20-something athletic body. Thick-dicked Christopher became her next lover.

Christopher's apartment smelled like incense. He lit a stick of sandalwood every day before his meditation. They sipped a glass of wine before he scooped her into his arms and kissed her deeply, coaxing a soft moan from her somewhere deep inside her body. They melded together on the couch and she felt his hard cock as they embraced and made out like a pair of teenagers. She unbuttoned his jeans and reached for his cock, smiling as her fingers had difficulty enclosing it. He pulled off his longsleeve t-shirt and revealed a chest that was as smooth as silk, muscled but not over-worked, the pectoral and abs firm but not in a showy, work-out junkie kind of way like Miguel's were. His cock was thick, but it was shaped beautifully, as if a renaissance sculptor had fashioned it from marble.

She had her first orgasm while she enjoyed sucking it in a 69 position, still on the living room couch. And after he led her to his bedroom, and he entered her slowly sweetly, checking her face for any sign of distress or discomfort before moving in a languid, meditative pace. They stayed in that slow rhythm, fucking sweetly for over two hours. Patty's orgasms seemed to run into each other in a continuous stream of ecstasy. She couldn't wait to get back home to Brian and tell him all about it.

Christopher was a great lover, but very young and not too bright. And he had a troublesome girlfriend who eventually brought their fling to an end. He was succeeded by Jordan, and then by Nick, whose oral skills were exceptional. Looking back, it was difficult to be accurate about the numbers of lovers she had taken, because there was an anonymous fuck in the restroom of the coffee shop out on Moorpark Avenue and there was the party at her girlfriend's Louella's house where she woke up and didn't quite remember the who or the how many. All, told, she figured, there were maybe 35, maybe 40 guys in the past five years, maybe just a few more than that. Nobody's really counting, she thought.

Beginning with her trysts with Miguel, she'd usually come home and give her husband a detailed blow-by-blow, just as she had promised.

"I wish I could make you understand how exciting it is to have Miguel's cock in my mouth," she told him, just days after they'd had "The Talk." They were together in bed after she'd come home, marched him into their bedroom and ridden him like a rodeo girl rides a bronco. "It just feels so thick and full and the skin is so silky. His penis is bigger than yours--not that yours is small, mind you; I love your cock--but his cock fills my mouth completely and makes my lips stretch around it. I can feel it pulsing as I my tongue moves around the cockhead. I guess the response is similar to the way I move when you eat my pussy, but it's different having that huge thing in my mouth. And when he cums, my god! I can feel his warm cream filling my mouth. It makes me suck harder and I get caught up in the transfer of sex energy. I give his balls a little squeeze when he cums and then I swish it around my mouth, tasting the saltiness, that intense masculine taste, before I swallow," she said, growing more excited as she relived the experience, watching her husband's cock growing erect as she spoke.

"Maybe I can explain it better after I suck you off," she said, sitting up and bending over, taking Brian's erection in her mouth. "See?" she said. "Yours feels pretty good, too. I love sucking cock!"

Brian was initially resistant to his wife's detailed recounting of her sexual odyssey. "I don't want to know," he said, but he said it half-heartedly, and Patty could tell that he was turned on by her stories. He found some of his own extramarital fun, screwing around with a woman or two while Patty was off having her affairs and resuming, for a bit, his affair with his New York colleague, who he'd meet whenever she came back into town on business. But Brian never got deeply into the Open Marriage lifestyle, not the way that Patty did. Patty saw to it that he got enough sex at home and Brian was too busy at work to devote too much time to finding lovers. It's so much easier for women to get randomly laid, thought Patty.

Just about a year ago, Brian began to have some health issues. He was tired most of the time and he complained about a chronic pain near his abdomen. He began to beg off when Patty would approach him for sex.

"Nothing to really worry about," he told her, but as the months passed and it grew worse, he finally went to see a doctor. It looked worrisome. Tests were scheduled and then came the bad, really bad news. The pain seemed to grow sharper after the diagnosis. It was too late for chemo, but a surgery was scheduled, but when that wasn't successful, there was no further recourse. The objective shifted from healing to hospice. Patty did her best to keep Brian comfortable, but since sex with her husband was no longer an option, she began spending more time and energy in her extramarital pursuits, sometimes bringing men to their home where she'd use the guest room, knowing that Brian could hear her shouts, her moans and the thump! thump! thump! of the guestroom bedframe bleeding through the walls. She told him that as his caretaker, she couldn't afford to be away from their home for too long, so it was best that she do her fucking right there in their house. If he wanted, he could watch. He chose not to, though Patty saw him on two occasions peeking through the guest room door.

After she sent her lovers away, she'd come into the bedroom, naked or wrapped in a bathroom towel and tell Brian what she'd done. When he wasn't too tired or too medicated, she'd give him a gentle handjob as she related her details. Sometimes he would cum and she would lean over and kiss him. "Thank you," he would always say, as she wiped the cum off their bedsheets with a tissue.

Now, in his hospital room, Brian shifted uncomfortably on the bed. "Do you have anal sex with Darren?"

"No, honey, Darren's cock is too big for that," said Patty. "I never let him have my ass. When I want anal sex, I meet with Blake. His dick is long but it's thinner and with a good squirt of lube, it slides right in hardly hurts at all. Plus, he's good about rubbing my clit as he fucks me. I have orgasms with him while he's in my ass most of the time. I've learned to enjoy anal sex. It's a nice change of pace. It's not like it is with you, Brian. Your attempts at anal sex were always so clumsy. Sorry, but I never liked having my ass fucked by you."

Patty felt her husband's cock deflating in her hand. She had enjoyed feeling him harden as her fingers wrapped around his penis. Damn, she thought. She truly wanted to give him one more chance at an orgasm, but that hope was slipping away. She realized, too late, that she had hurt his feelings and his chance for an ejaculation.

"I didn't know you were seeing two guys at the same time, Patty. Is that new?" her husband asked. Somehow, the idea of her fucking more than lover at a time bothered him.

"Yes, just for the last few weeks when you've been in the hospital. Since I'm not fucking you, I've needed more company,' she said. "My friend Jenna introduced me to Nick. He's very young, just 27, but he's amazingly skilled as a lover. He has a way with his fingers, dragging them through my slit and tapping one finger against my lips. I usually cum with him just from his hand, before he even goes down on me. Having Darren with his big cock and Nick with his unusual skill is like having the best of two worlds. You know how sorry I am that you're so sick, sweetheart, but at least I'm getting some sexual release. It makes it much easier for me. I hate to say it, but honestly, my sex life has never been better."

Brian seemed to grimace and he closed his eyes as she spoke. Patty could hear her husband's breathing becoming more labored. His eyes opened and he raised his head up a fee inches from his pillow. He tried to form some words but couldn't quite get them out.

Patty leaned over and brought her ear closer to him.

"What are you trying to say," Brian? Should I call the nurse?"

Brian answered in a hoarse whisper. His voice started to sputter. "YObbcccch," she thought he said.

"Brian, say it again. I can't hear you," said Patty, moving her head close to her husband's pillow and turning her ear towards his lips. Brian raised his head just a few inches.

"You bitch!" he hissed. And his head fell back to his pillow.

From behind Brian's bed, a monitor began beeping, filling the room with the sound of electronic urgency.

Patty looked toward to monitor and saw the flat line on the electrocardiogram screen.

She heard nurses running down the hall toward Brian's room but before they could reach him, she rose from her chair, becoming conscious of Darren's cum pooling in her panties, becoming, more sticky and a little cold against her pussy. She blew her husband a final kiss and quickly slipped out the door.

She was just a few feet from the room and she could hear their voices.

"He's gone," someone said.

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