Just Once, If You Don’t Mind Ending

Kalimaxos invited others to finish his story "Just Once... If You Don't Mind." Below is my effort, this being my humble first submission to Literotica. Constructive criticism is welcome, however, Be easy on me, I'm a virgin!

The hotel shuttle dropped Marcy off at the Ambassador Hotel. The elegant hotel was one of the best in the city with impeccable service. A bellboy loaded her bags on a cart, gave her a small stub receipt, and welcomed her to the hotel. A doorman tipped his hat in welcome and opened the large, impressive brass door for Marcy with the bellboy following a respectable distance behind. Marcy ambled towards the front desk while casually looking around to see if Rick was waiting for her as she had requested in her letter. While she saw a few people relaxing in the comfortable, upholstered lobby chairs and sofas that were arranged throughout the spacious lobby, she didn't see her loving husband anywhere.

She was a bit apprehensive on how Rick would behave towards her when they finally reconnected as he was quite angry with her on the phone when he spoke to her while she was in Trey's bed in Columbia several weeks before. While he might have been initially angry, she had released him from his marital bounds during her six-week trip and was confident that their neighbor Leslie thoroughly rocked his world during the past month and a half.

Leslie and her husband were swingers and Leslie simply oozed sexuality. Marcy often saw men in the neighborhood openly gawk at Leslie when she passed by. Leslie also made it abundantly clear that she wanted Rick in a most carnal way. Marcy hoped that Rick enjoyed the six-week hiatus from their marriage, but he didn't want to continue having sex with Leslie as Marcy planned on terminating their mutual "Hall passes" now that she was home. She was certain that rekindling her love with Rick would be overly complicated if another woman, especially one as hot as Leslie, was involved.

Marcy felt bad when she realized that she hadn't actually spoken to Rick since the angry phone call she received while in bed with Trey at the hotel in Columbia. The team had been quite busy during the day with many surgeries scheduled during the day. She felt sorry for the poor people of South America that traveled from far away to receive treatment from skilled U.S. doctors.

On the few days that the team had time to sight see, and Marcy and Trey weren't shacked up in bed, she had taken some pictures of some sights, including a tour of Mount Monserrate, and texted some of the better photos to Rick with texts about what they were doing and seeing.

She was a bit miffed that Rick never bothered to even acknowledge her messages. Maybe he was still hurt. Marcy, however, was confident that Rick loved her completely. While it may take a while to salve his wounds, Marcy knew that they would eventually find their way together and have an even stronger marriage as they entered the next chapter of their lives as empty nesters. She fully intended for them to stay together for the rest of their lives. Experiencing another man for the past six weeks certainly helped Marcy better appreciate her strong and loyal husband.

While Trey was indeed a good lover in a technical way, always seeming to test her boundaries, and given that his cock was slightly larger than Rick's normal sized appendage, she found that there was simply no love between the two of them. Once their affair was out in the open, she found Trey's arrogance and rudeness to be a turn off, rather than the turn on she originally experienced.

Trey was demanding in bed and seemed to enjoy using and demeaning her, especially after he knew that Rick had learned of their affair. Trey coerced her into doing things that she never did for Rick, and the more debased the more of a charge Trey experienced. Trey also enjoyed verbally mocking Rick and her marriage to him. Making her answer questions like "Whose cock to you like more? Mine or that tiny one that your cuck has in his pants?" She was forced to answer that she loved Trey's big cock as she ascended to orgasm.

At first, such comments revved her sexual motor, but, over time they irritated her and simply pissed her off. When she asked Trey to stop with the verbal disrespect, he seemed to enjoy making even more comments and taking them to even worse levels of distain, making it sound like Rick was a wimpy cuckold that would be happy to serve Trey as some sort of sexual servant. Marcy ceased complaining, hoping that Trey would lessen the verbal crap, but to no avail.

The final straw was during the last week in Bogata. Marcy's knees were on a chair in the middle of the room with Trey fucking her ass, something she had always denied Rick. She could tell that Trey was approaching orgasm based on the noises he made. While she had first given her ass to Trey during the first week of the trip, until now he always came inside her or pulled out and squirted on her ass. This time, he pulled out of Marcy's upturned ass and quickly moved around the chair with his cock pointed at her face. "Suck it, bitch," he growled.

Startled, Marcy looked forward at Trey's menacing cock and saw that it was shiny with lube but otherwise looked clean and responded, "What? no!" Trey then forcefully grabbed a fistful of Marcy's hair, causing her to open her mouth at which point he thrust his cock in her mouth and began "Face fucking" her. While the taste wasn't too unpleasant, it somewhat revolted her that she was being forced to give Trey an "Ass-to-mouth" blowjob.

After about thirty seconds of fucking her face, Trey pulled his cock out of her mouth and ejaculated all over her face and even in her hair. Trey then wiped the cum off of her face with his cock and told Marcy to "Open up." This time, Marcy complied, fearing that Trey would be even more forceful, and Trey proceeded to clean the cum off of Marcy's face using his cock and her mouth. "Wow," Trey commented when finally finished, "If nursing grows old for you, you'd make one hell of a MILF pornstar!" Marcy just felt disgusted with herself for ever falling for Trey's charms.

By the end of the trip, Marcy felt used, demeaned, and debased. Waiting for their flight at the Bogata airport, Marcy told Trey that she was ending their affair as she was going to rededicate herself to Rick and her marriage. Trey just shrugged like he could have cared less and said, "You were a damned good fuck, but I was getting tired of our fling so I think splitting up is definitely for the best. Enjoy your cuck!" He even traded seats with Penny so that he wouldn't have to sit next to Marcy on the long flight home.

Marcy didn't know how she was so enamored by Trey for such a long time. Now, she saw him as just a narcissistic asshole. She was quite relieved that she wouldn't have to sit next to him on the plane ride home. Instead, she sat next to Penny on the trip back. Both of them were exhausted, so they were subdued, talking little, during the long flight. Penny confided that Rick had called her room and that he knew she was cheating on her husband Josh with one of the doctors. Fortunately, Rick promised not to tell Josh about Penny's dalliances. Penny knew that Josh wouldn't tolerate cheating. She was glad that she dodged such a close call and she was actually able to enjoy the rest of her stay, and affair, in Bogata.

While they were waiting for their checked luggage, a young woman walked up to Penny and asked, "Are you Penny Washington?" Penny answered "Yes," and seemed somewhat confused until the woman handed her a large manila envelope and said, "You have been served, have a nice day." Marcy looked at the envelope like it was a venomous snake as the young woman took a step back and snapped a picture of her holding the envelope.

Penny was devastated and broke down crying. Marcy and other people that were on the trip tried to console her and reassured her with words like, "It will be ok," "Maybe you can talk it over with him and get him to forgive you," and the like. All the while, most everyone knew that Penny's marriage to Josh was toast. Penny eventually calmed down even though her calls to Josh were being blocked. Not knowing what awaited her at home, Penny gathered her luggage and took an Uber to her parent's home who lived in the same town as she and Josh.

During the wait for the luggage, Marcy found herself glancing around seeing if any other process server looking people were in the vicinity holding large envelopes waiting to ambush her and serve her with her own set of divorce papers. While it took a while to get their luggage, having already gone through customs at the previous airport where they changed planes, no other process servers appeared. Marcy was now confident that Rick had calmed down from his angry phone call and would meet her at the hotel in just a short while. Marcy couldn't wait to rekindle her love and marriage with Rick, the only man she'd ever loved.

On her way to the hotel front desk, Marcy mused to herself, on "Rekindling" her love with Rick. She found that she missed and loved him now more than ever and that she appreciated his strengths and shortcomings all the more, especially after spending six weeks in Trey's bed. Once she and Rick both got clean STD tests, she longed for his loving touch and his gentle love making. The memories of her sordid affair with Dr. Trey made her feel cheap, like a discarded piece of meat or a washed-up porn star who was forced to perform increasingly disgusting acts in order to survive.

Shrugging these negative thoughts out of her mind, she put a smile on her face and looked forward to her reunion with Rick. She had secretly hoped that she'd find Rick in the lobby anxiously awaiting her return, but she hadn't spotted him by the time she reached the front desk. A young Hispanic clerk, dressed in a fine suit with a small, gold badge identifying him as "Jose Gomez, front desk," looked up from his computer screen and smiled a dazzling set of perfectly white teeth saying, "Welcome to the Ambassador Hotel, how may I be of service?"

"Hi, I'm checking in, there should be a reservation for Marcy Weston," she said to nice young man.

The clerk smiled and typed on his keyboard, "Let's see, I have your reservation as being for one night, is that correct?"

"Yes, just one night."

"I've got your room on the tenth floor with a cityscape view, it's really quite nice. How many key cards will you be needing?"

"Well, I'm pretty sure my husband will be joining me, so you'd better give me two cards."

"OK, what credit card would you like to use to cover the room and for any incidentals during your stay?"

Marcy reached into her purse and pulled out her Visa card, handing it to the clerk, "Here you go."

"Thank you, ma'am. Let me take care of this and we'll get you up to your room. I see that our bellboy, Steve, already has your luggage and he will be happy to assist you up to your room."

"Thank you, I do have a few bags and my husband isn't here yet to give me a hand, so that would be great." The bellboy stationed a short distance away waiting with the luggage cart ready to escort her up to her room. Her original plan was for Trey to drop her off, but the hotel shuttle seemed like a much better idea now that she had cut things off with Trey. Also, if Rick had been waiting in the lobby, having Trey drop her off might really spoil what should be a nice reunion.

The clerk nodded as he inserted Marcy's Visa card into the reader and grabbed a couple of blank key cards to start getting the cards ready. He glanced at his screen and frowned, "I'm sorry Ms. Weston, but that card has been declined. Do you have a different card that you'd like to use?"

A pit formed in Marcy's stomach. She hadn't needed or used her credit cards in Bogata with the Doctors Without Borders group picking up living expenses and Trey buying anything they needed when they were in town. She only brought two credit cards with her on the trip, the Visa and her Discover card. In fact, she left the credit cards and her passport in the room safe at the hotel to prevent them from being stolen. She wondered if someone had been able to steal her credit card number while she was away, something she'd have to talk to Rick about.

"Sure, do you take Discover card?" Marcy asked as she handed the clerk her Discover card and received her Visa card back in return.

"Yes ma'am, let me run this card through and we'll have you up to your room in no time." By this time another couple had approached the front desk to check in and were waiting behind Marcy.

Once again, the clerk continued the check-in procedure and, once again, informed Marcy that the Discover card had also been declined. When asked if she had another card she'd like to try, Marcy found that she was somewhat embarrassed as the young couple in line appeared impatient waiting behind someone who apparently couldn't pay for her room.

Marcy replied to the clerk, "Those are the only two cards I have with me. I'm returning from being out of the country for six weeks, so something must have happened. Let me step out of line and call my husband so that I can figure out what happened."

The clerk responded, "Very well, I hope everything works out for you, please let me know if there is anything I can do to help," at which point Marcy wandered over to a seating arrangement and the young couple started their check-in process. The bellboy abandoned the cart with Marcy's luggage and grabbed a different cart to assist the young couple with their bags instead. In short order, Marcy had been dismissed by the hotel staff.

Marcy retrieved her cell phone from her purse. She realized that she had turned it off during the flight and, during the commotion regarding Penny at the airport, had forgotten to turn the phone back on. She turned the phone on and entered her passcode once prompted, figuring she had likely missed many messages from Rick and others during her flight. She noticed that the phone had no new messages, so she clicked on the phone app and then pressed the icon next to the picture of Rick on her "Favorites" screen. She noted that Trey also had a place on her "Favorites" screen, she vowed to delete Trey's entry right after she talked to Rick.

Instead of a ring tone, when she put the phone to her ear, Marcy heard an automatic voice message indicating that Rick's phone had been disconnected and was no longer in service. "What the hell!" Marcy thought as she pulled the phone away from her ear and stared at the screen.

Just then, a man she had noticed sitting in one of the lobby chairs when she first entered the hotel approached her. "Excuse me, ma'am, but are you Marcy Weston?"

Somewhat startled, she looked up at the man dressed in a nice suit with fear in her eyes, "Yes, I'm Marcy, can I help you?"

"No ma'am, but I have something that your husband Rick wanted you to have," handing Marcy a large manilla envelope. As soon as Marcy took the envelope, the man nodded and said, "Have a nice day," as he turned and headed towards the hotel exit.

Marcy trembled as she held the envelope, but she somewhat relaxed as she recalled that the man didn't say the dreadful words "You have been served," nor did he take a picture of her holding the envelope. Perhaps Rick had a fun surprise for her instead? Maybe he wanted to meet with her somewhere else? Suddenly, Marcy optimistically wanted to know the contents of the envelope and quickly walked sat down in the nearest upholstered chair in the lobby to see what was inside.

Opening the envelope with anticipation, Marcy could tell that there was a typed letter in the large envelope along with a smaller, stiffer envelope.

Taking a deep breath, she pulled out the letter and started reading.

Marcy,

I'm no coward, but as a man and as your husband, your flagrant disregard of our marriage and the vows we took broke my heart. You apparently justified your actions by concluding that I had a whirlwind affair while with Diedre while we were in Iraq serving our country. I did not.

I regret to admit that, on one occasion, we behaved in a manner that would not pass the "Spouse test." This happened when we returned to base right after our convey had been ambushed by insurgents. Diedre and I were lucky to avoid injury or death that day, unlike many of our comrades. Returning to base, we were hyped up on fear and adrenalin, happy to still be alive. After debriefing, I escorted Diedre back to her quarters and, as I was about to leave, she grabbed me in a strong hug, sobbing effusively, the emotions of the day overwhelming her. I consoled her and she pulled my head down to her, kissing me passionately. Suddenly we were making out like lust-filled teenagers, knowing full well that our emotions were getting the better of us.

I regret that I didn't have more strength to resist her advances however, while we did orally satisfy each other that one time, we did not have penetrative sex. This unfortunate dalliance occurred in the heat of the moment, right after a very traumatic experienced, unlike your carefully planned affairs. I want to state for the record that you are the only woman I have had intercourse with since we married over twenty years ago. I'm sure you cannot say the same. In addition to Trey, I know for a fact that you had an affair while I was away on assignment in Korea.

Someone informed me that you were meeting a man at the Red Roof Inn across from the hospital. I know that you parked there due to construction, however, you routinely arrived hours before the start of your shift. I looked into your tryst by hiring a private investigator. The PI failed to identify your paramour, but you and I both know that you cheated on me. You only know how many other times you broke our vows.

For some dumb reason, I decided to give you a "Pass" on the Red Roof affair. I was away and you obviously had "Needs" that you wanted someone else to fill. You were discrete and never flaunted the affair to me or anyone else. I also confirmed that you stopped the Red Roof affair as soon as I returned home, no longer arriving at the parking lot hours before your shift started.

From your letter, I understand that you unilaterally changed our relationship so that one spouse can do whatever they like without getting the other spouse's approval or consent beforehand. Wow, what a great concept. I never did hook up with Leslie as the thought of you somewhat "Gifting" her to me turned my stomach. I did, however, invite her and Vincent over for dinner while you were gone.

What a surprise to learn from Leslie that you had already been having an affair with Dr. Trey and wanted us to join in the "Swinger" lifestyle. Also, you should know that Leslie thought you had told me about your activities and that she was upset to learn that you did not talk to me beforehand. She and Vincent both said that "Cheating" was not part of the open marriage lifestyle. Seems that if you want to be a swinger, the first rule is to be completely open and honest with your spouse. Needless to say, Leslie and Vincent are not very happy with you and they don't condone your slutty, self-serving behavior.