The Husband

The Husband: Almost forgot about him

It was hot, so very hot. Melissa wasn’t sure how much more of this sweet torment she could take. Any moment now she knew she would--”Ahhhh! Vivian!”
Dragging her tongue one last agonizingly slow sweep across Melissa’s wet and heated pussy, Vivian raised her head with a mischievous little smirk on her face. “I take it that was good for you.”
“Fuck yes,” Melissa sighed, as her bare breasts’ rapid heaving subsided. “Come here and cuddle with me.”
Vivian drew away and pulled her blouse back on. “Sorry professor. You know there’s that big Dorson bash I have to get back to at my dorm.”
“Fuck the bash.”
Vivian raised one delicate black brow. She’d never heard the distinguished Professor Lockhart swear quite so carelessly before--especially twice in a row. “If I don’t get back there, you know my room’s gonna be trashed. Tina has the key, and we both know she wouldn’t think twice about taking a guy back to our place and screwing him on my bed.”
Melissa groaned in defeat. “We wouldn’t have this problem if you’d kept your apartment.”
Vivian gulped down an angry lump in her throat when she recalled how she’d been forced to move out when her parents cut off her allowance. They hadn’t been happy to hear their only daughter was a lesbian. “You know I don’t have the money anymore. I’m on academic suspension as it is.”
Melissa sat up worriedly. She knew Vivian was hurt by her parents’ rejection, and would’ve offered to help her pay for her tuition if she hadn’t set up a joint account with her husband. Speaking of which, the elusive Richard was dack ack from his sojourn in Italy tomorrow. It wouldn’t do for him to find her in bed with one of her students.
Vivian finished buttoning her blouse and slipping into her shoes. Melissa got up, confident in her nudity and stilled Vivian’s actions. Tilting her young student’s chin up, she kissed her deeply with all her passion. “I’ll think of something for ”
”
She went back to the bed and flopped down, not particularly wanting to watch her go. Her mind was drifting slowly off to sleep, so when she heard Vivian’s shocked little squeak, followed by a stammering explanation. “Oh hi Mr. Lockhart. I was just getting my notes from the professor since I missed her class today.”
Melissa didn’t bat an eyelash or move an inch. However she did mentally curse herself for forgetting that his return tomorrow was today.
Richard said something mundane and polite that Melissa didn’t catch. There was the sound of the front door closing and his footsteps as he went first to the bathroom and then into the bedroom. Melissa didn’t bother to cover herself up.
“Well this is certainly an interesting way to be welcomed home. My wife’s lover greets me on her way out while my same said wife lies naked in our bed, not even bothering to cover ue afe affair.” Melissa was too tired, and too satiated to be anything but irritated at her husband.
“Dick licker.”
Richard blinked at his wife and broke out into a grin. “That’s got to be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”
“Yeah, well, only you would think so.”
“Missed you too.” Richard walked over to give Melissa an affectionate stroke on the cheek. It brought back memories of how they first met. Of why they’d married in the first place.

“He said what?!”
“I’m not man enough for him.”
A younger, extremely less sober version of Melissa laughed in Richard’s face. They were both getting trashed after having gone through the sights of Las Vegas and finding the perfect little bar right next to ‘The Elvis House of Love.’
“Hey, Dickey…ya wanna know what!” Melissa slurred out. “Let’s go get married in the chapel and make Charles SOO jealous, he’ll come begging for you to come back.” She laughed as though she’d just said the cleverest thing in the world. “Like a dog. He’ll crawl to you like a dog and you can screw him doggie style.” Squealing with glee, she clapped her hands.
“That’s the best id-i-idea I’ve heard yet!” Richard staggered to his feet, dragging a tipsy Melissa up with him. “You are so the shit. If I wasn’t gay, I’d totally fuck you right now.”
Ten minutes later they were married.
The next day they were in shock.

“Richard?” Melissa spoke as she recalled herself to the present. “Why didn’t we ever get a divorce?” That stopped him dead in his tracks just as he had begun to braid her hair.
There was a long awkward silence in which both of them realized the obvious. After a while, Richard let out a low whistle.
“Well…aren’t we stupid.”
Melissa nodded, looking off into nowhere. “We’ve been married for ten months,” she said slowly. “So, want a divorce?”
“I don’t know. Do you?”
She thought about it. Glanced at Richard, then at the wall. Glanced at him again, then at the ceiling. Finally, she glanced at him and didn’t look away.
They maintained eye contact for a good, long minute before both answering at the same time.
“Nah.”