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Normally man plans and the Gods laugh, and things go to hell. Surprisingly that did not happen here. Between working late, getting into the office early, and nooners, Melanie and I enjoyed an extremely mutually rewarding sex life at her fitness facility in our office building over the next fifteen months. It was only when one of us was out of town for more than a few days that we didn’t fuck and suck three times during the workweek. I say “fuck and suck” because I didn’t want to presume that for Melanie it was the same as it was for me. For me, 90% of the time it was making love, not fucking. True to my word to myself I never told her that I loved her; but she probably knew because I almost never brought a date when I went to her house, or the kids’ activities, virtually every weekend.
One Friday early morning, after Melanie and I had maybe the most intense mutual orgasm that we ever had had and I was filled with joy and love, but she had a tear in her eye. “There’s something I need to tell you Jubal,” she said in a serious tone but not looking me in the eye.
I gently lifted her chin so that I was staring into her emerald green irises. “What, Melanie?”
“Jack got back from the doctor yesterday; because his lungs are failing badly he was susceptible to cancer and he has only a couple of months to live.”
“I’m so sorry, Melanie,” I said — and meant it because I knew that he was the love of her life and I really liked him too. “What does that mean for you?”
“Today I’m going to tell management that I’m taking an extended partial leave of absence; I have to be with him in his final days. However, now I’m going to need you more than ever.”
“I’ll do anything to help,” I told her.
“I hope that on weekends you can take Jack in a wheelchair to the girls’ events, and stay over Saturday and Sunday nights. I’m going to get a day nurse three days a week, hopefully meet you here in the early morning, and then work a half day before I relieve the nurse. Is that OK with you?”
I guess she was just being polite in asking because by then she had to know that I’d walk over hot coals for her. “Yes, Melanie — I’ll do anything that you want.
About two weeks after Melanie’s talk with me as I was sitting next to Jack, while he was in his wheelchair, at one of the girl’s soccer games, he gripped my wrist and said “Jubal; can you do something for me?”
“Sure Jack!”
“I know, and you know, that I don’t have long left. The girls will need a male influence in their life. Will you continue to attend their functions and help them out until Melanie re-marries, which I hope that she will?” he asked with a tear in his eye.
I got a tear too, gripped his wrist, and said “I promise — a blood oath that I will.” For one of several times I felt a pang of guilt. It was clear that he didn’t know that I was having sex with his wife; I had hoped that she would find a way to tell him, but she knew him better than I did and would know what was best.
He thanked me profusely, and they we turned and cheered.