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The Cuckold’s Crisis!

Written by Stellar5

Concept by Devin Dickie

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***DEVIN DICKIE NOTE***
All characters are OVER 18 years of AGE! This is a bullying fantasy and not real. The acts in the following written work are only consensual sexual choices and fantasy humiliation scenarios.

Bullying is NOT OKAY and If you or someone you know is being bullied, please alert the authorities.

The Cuckold’s Crisis!

Written by Stellar5Concept by Devin Dickie

Chapter one

My knees pressed deeply into the bed sheets as I struggled to insert my medium sized dick back into Jane’s pussy. Streams of sweat coursed down my forehead and dripped from my chin.

Fuck! It slipped out again!

Doing the foreplay was much easier than this, and though my wife’s pussy was still wet from my fingering, I feared that my penetration difficulty was already causing her to lose patience along with her horniness. The problem wasn’t in getting the dick in; it was in keeping it from falling out as she threw the backshots, and it was our first time trying out the doggystyle.

“Urghh... Gilbert...”, Jane moaned hungrily in front of me, her head buried in her folded hands on the bed as she stretched her body like a big cat, projecting her ass upwards.

“I’m trying to... It just won’t...”, I grumbled as I struggled to put my erect cock into her, but to no avail.

“You know what? Just stop. Let’s change position.”, Jane groaned and rolled over to lie on her back and face me. She spread her legs apart. “Well, what are you waiting for?”, she stared at me impatiently.

I smiled and leaned lower into her body. As I inserted my penis into her vagina, I noticed the wetness had reduced but it was still warm on the inside. Jane wrapped her arms around my back and pulled me deeper into her. I felt at ease as her huge breasts and nipples welcomed my chest warmly. I stared at her and saw that her eyes were closed. I thrust into her slowly, the bed creaking loudly from our weights.

“Urghhh...”, I groaned as I fucked her pussy faster. The missionary style was way much easier. I didn’t need to worry about my cock sliding out of her pussy because our bodies were literally glued to each other.

“That’s it baby. Fuck me... Yeah! C’mon... Oh!..”, Jane moaned into my ear softly, grabbing my hairy buttocks and lugging me deeper into her.

Something seemed off about her moans. I could tell she was faking the orgasm, because my dick was barely even three inches deep inside her. Still, whether she was faking it or not, her kitten-like voice in my ears ignited a blast of testosterone in my scrotum making my dick harden even more inside her pussy.

“Urghhh... Urgghhh... Urgghh!”, I grunted as I plunged into her pussy more intensely. Jane crossed her legs over my butt and pulled me in harder, wounding her arms round my neck and planting a deep sensual and salivary kiss on my lips. I felt my cock reach its climax as we breathed into each other’s faces.

“I think I’m going to...”, I puffed heavily.

“What... What’s that? What are you saying?”, Jane opened her eyes to stare at me, panting heavily.

“It’s coming...”, I groaned like a mother at childbirth.

“Fuck, Gilbert! Already? Urghhh.”, Jane put a palm over her forehead disappointedly.

“I’m... I’m sorry...”, I let out a loud grunt as my penis shot warm semen inside her vagina. I collapsed on her and rolled over to her side gasping for breath.

“I fucking wish we could go another round.”, Jane sighed, staring up at the ceiling.

“Are you kidding me? That was all my energy I exhausted there. My legs are having an aftershock.”, I laughed, panting.

“Well, I didn’t enjoy much in the sex. It was just there.”, said Jane. She turned over to face me, holding my face in her palms and caressing my lips. “What do you think about getting one of those penis enlargement products?”, she suggested.

My face grew cold.

“What’s the matter? You know it would be good for both of us.”, Jane smiled persuasively.

“I know, but I’m very insecure when it comes to drugs or treatment creams, I’ve got weird allergies. I don’t think I’ll want to use an enlargement product either.”, I mumbled.

“Fine, fine. I understand. Forget what I said. It was just a silly idea.”, Jane turned away.

I leaned near to her and kissed her sweaty neck, sniffing through her hair and stroking her smooth skin with my fingers. “Are you sulking?”, I said softly as I pulled her hair behind her ear.

“Well, yes I am Gilbert.”, Jane replied reluctantly.

“But our foreplay is good right?”, I asked.

“Oh no. Our foreplay is very good. I love it. But I also love the idea of my pussy being torn by something hard and large. I want to have some womb-shifting, breathtaking orgasmic sex too.”, she grumbled.

I slumped back to the bed and sighed. “You’re tired of me right? Just say it. I won’t feel bad for your honesty.”

“No Gilbert. It’s not like that.”, Jane said, turning around. “I’m just communicating to you. It doesn’t change anything or the love I have for you. We’ll get through the phase as we always have. You’re my husband and no matter how average the sex we have together is, that will never change.”, she stared into my eyes passionately.

“Promise?”, I smiled as I felt around her reddish pink lips with my thumb.

Jane grabbed my palm and took my thumb into her mouth, bathing it with saliva from her tongue and sucking it sensually with her lips. She then took my palm down slowly till it lay on her big boobs. “Feel that?”, she grinned.

“I do.”, I smiled as I felt her pulse and her chest contract.

“There’s nothing to worry about.”, she kissed me. “Going to get a shower so I can get dinner ready.”, Jane said as she left my side and rose from the bed, wearing her flip flops as she headed towards the bathroom.

I smiled as I watched her go. Somewhere deep inside me, I was unsatisfied with the answer she had given me. I and Jane had been married for three years now and I knew her so well, I could tell when something was off with her. I glanced at my small shrunk penis as it hid between my thighs. I wished I hadn’t been born with such an inadequacy. Jane was too good for me. She was the full package; beautiful, busty and blonde with moderate sized buttocks and there she was, saying she loved me, her husband. Meanwhile, I was nothing more than a 5’5 short white man with a three inched long excuse for a penis. If there was anything I felt as I lay alone with myself on the bed, it was nothing but shame.

Chapter two

The cold breeze of Wednesday night whooshed past my car windows as I drove home from work, speeding down the expressway leading to Calvary town. It was 10:00pm and there were few vehicles driving along the road which made tonight unusually free of traffic. A lot of thoughts were in my head as I gripped the steering wheels. I couldn’t stop thinking about what Jane had told me on Sunday evening when we had sex. It had been haunting me. The insecure feelings I had once tried to hide away and forget when we shared matrimonial vows, were beginning to appear once more.

When I and Jane were newly wedded and went for our honeymoon, I had brought up the matter on several occasions. Jane always told me that we’ll figure it out together, so we swept it under the carpet. Our sex was often just average and ordinary. We couldn’t try out much of our imaginations or the different sex positions, except the missionary and cowboy style. Yet, Jane

always so understanding about everything. Even though she wasn’t getting enough pleasure as I was, she only cared about giving me the best. I didn’t deserve her at all, and every day whenever I woke up beside her, there was this fear that crept up my chest. I felt afraid that the day was coming when I would lose her, because the love she had for me just felt too good to be true.

I soon arrived home in a few minutes and drove into our compound’s parking lot. Our little German shepherd came to welcome me as I got down from the Range Rover. He was wagging his tail happily and trying to jump on me, but I stopped him before he could rent my suit with his paws.

“Skimmer. I’m too tired to play with you, okay?”, I said as I knelt and rubbed his fur, while he panted. Before I had a chance to avoid it, his tongue smeared my face. “Bad doggy! C’mon, off you go.”, I said, pointing to his cage as I used my handkerchief to wipe his saliva off my face. Skimmer whined sadly and scurried away to his little home. I locked the jeep and walked towards the entrance with my suitcase in my other hand. I rang the bell twice. There was no answer. I rang it again but it was still the same empty response. That was weird. Jane always answered the bell. What was different tonight? Or wasn’t she inside?

I searched my trouser’s pockets for a spare key. I had always kept it handy for emergencies. I brought it out and inserted it into the door’s lock. Three clicking turns to the left, and the door opened. I shut and locked it silently behind me as I walked into the living room. I didn’t see Jane anywhere around, not outside in the verandah, not in the kitchen, not on the couch. Everywhere seemed to be oddly quiet, apart from the plasma TV.

There was an unfinished cup of tea on the sofa table in front of the couch. I approached it and felt the ceramic ware in my palm. It was cold. Jane had probably been waiting for my arrival,

was probably sleepy and decided to go upstairs to catch some rest. I smiled and my nerves calmed down.

“Jane Honey! I’m back!”, I yelled at the top of my voice as I climbed up the staircase.

I wondered where she was and what she was doing. As I got to the second floor, I could hear some muffled noise coming from one of the rooms. I got closer to the source of the sound, and to my surprise, it was our room. The one I and Jane loved so much.

I heard the noise again but this time it was a bit clearer. As I leaned into the door closely and listened, I recognized a voice. It was Jane’s. She seemed to be crying but in a horrific manner, like something was tearing her apart slowly. Apart from her voice, I could hear a buzz like that of swarming bees, but it was a thicker buzz. I noticed Jane had left the door unlocked. I decided that I was going to barge in regardless. Whatever was ailing her, I was going to be her savior, her superman.

“Okay Gil, here we go. Be brave.”, I murmured quietly under my breath and closed my eyes.

“Leave my wife alone!”, I stormed courageously into the room, swinging the door wide ajar. What I met before me instead was a very big disappointment.

There on the huge white clothed bed, lay Jane nakedly. Her cheeks were deep red. She was sweating profusely like she had been carrying cement sacs. I traced her hands down to her pussy. She moaned as she brought out the agitator and pushed it back inside. Apparently, she wasn’t aware yet that I was in the room with her, so she continued to play and moan so hard as she did.

“Ahem.”, I coughed.

That wasn’t enough to get Jane out of her wild fantasy.

“Ahemm!!!”, I coughed again, louder than the first.

I finally had her attention but her countenance was a shocked one. She seemed not have expected me to see her in such a manner.

“Oh my god!”, Jane covered her mouth shamefully.

“What’s this, Jane?”, I asked her.

“Well, it’s my new toy...”, she said sheepishly as she pulled the soaked vibrator out of her moist pussy.

“Since when?”, I frowned.

“Since I got bored.”, Jane retorted.

“What do you mean?”, I asked, confused, as I went to drop my suitcase in the wardrobe.

“I got bored while waiting for you downstairs, Gilbert. I saw that it was getting late, so I couldn’t take it anymore. I was fucking horny and this baby sure knows how to satisfy my inner needs.”, Jane smiled as she wrapped it in a hanky beside her.

“So this is what you want now, huh? Vibrators? Because I don’t have a dick big enough to fill your hole eh? Who knows what you’ll do next? Maybe get some other man who is more endowed.”, I spoke angrily as I took off my suit and began to unbutton my shirt.

“Well, is it my fault you have a small penis?”, Jane shouted.

“You knew I had a small penis before we shared vows. You knew before you accepted that engagement ring. I even told you when we were going on a honeymoon but what did you say? We’ll figure it out. I don’t seem to understand you. You act like

everything is okay. I know you’re tired of our sex life, or even our marriage, just say it. I know you’re too good for me and I’m nothing compared to the other guys out there, so I don’t need your sympathy if that’s what you love to give me.”, I uttered sulkily but regretted my words as quickly as they spewed out of my mouth.

There was a deafening silence for a while. Jane opened her mouth but no words came out. She stood up from the bed abruptly, and put on her night gown angrily.

“Jane... I didn’t mean..”, I walked up to her and tried to hold her hand but she hit it away.

“Do not fucking touch me!”, Jane pointed at my face and warned with tears trickling down her face. “That was a very nice speech, Gilbert.”, she sobbed and sniffed as she turned away, walking to the bed and grabbing a duvet and pillow in her arms. She avoided my face and headed towards the door.

“Jane, c’mon you know I didn’t mean it that way. I’m sorry. We can’t talk this ou—”, I tried to follow her but she stopped me.

“Don’t you dare.”, she glared at me dangerously. “You know what? Fuck you! Fuck this!! You think I don’t love you? Of course I know I’m a hot shot. There are many better guys out there that would kill to have me. Yet it is you I want. And just so you know, you’re so selfish. I still fuck you regardless of your dick size. I still give you blowjobs, handjobs, name it. I decide to use vibrators to get myself sexual satisfaction and all of a sudden, it’s trouble. I don’t complain when you want me to please you, but it’s a fucking problem now for me to play with myself?!”, Jane broke down in tears.

“Jane you’re misunderstanding me. Please listen to me.”, I pleaded.

“Nah, I think I’m the one being misunderstood here. So you know what? Enjoy your fucking night alone!”, Jane howled and slammed the door in my face.

I stood there for a while, staring at the door. What exactly did she mean by saying she was misunderstood?.

I left the spot and went to relax on the bed with a heavy sigh. I stared intently at the ceiling and all I desired was for the roof to come crashing on me, burying me in the rubble till I couldn’t breathe. I used to think spending the rest of your life with your true love was an easy road but women were so complicated, why? One moment, they’re all caring and gentle. The next minute, they turn into an untamed fire. With what had happened between I and Jane tonight, I was sure I had started a wild fire that was going to be quite difficult to quench.

My stomach growled loudly like an angry dog.

“Sorry lil’ guy.”, I exhaled as I rubbed my tummy with my palm. “I guess we have to sort ourselves out tonight. Just you and I.”, I sighed as I rose up lazily.

Chapter three

“Here’s your breakfast.”, Jane said coldly, as she dropped a dish of sandwiches and scrambled egg in front of me on the dining table.

“Thank you honey.”, I said, smiling at her. Her face remained emotionless. I guess she was still angry from last night’s incident.

I sighed as I took a bite of one of the sandwiches. It was real good and delicious as I munched it in my mouth.

“You made this? It’s so nice.”, I said joyously with my mouth full. Jane reluctantly smiled, then went back into the kitchen.

I grinned as I continued to eat more of the sandwiches. She soon returned with her own plate of sandwich and joined me on the table but stayed five meters away from me.

I paused eating and stared at her. I continued staring, trying to get her attention but she refused to look up at me.

“Jane. I want to say I’m sorry about last night. I went a bit overboard with my words and I shouldn’t talk to you that way.”, I apologized.

“No Gilbert. You didn’t go a bit overboard. You went headlong. It doesn’t matter though. I’ve forgiven you. Let’s just forget about last night and not bring it up again.”, Jane replied, without lifting her head up as she filled her mouth with another sandwich.

“Fine I won’t.”, I said as I cleaned my mouth with the table napkin. I was done with the meal and arose to take the plate to the kitchen. Coincidentally, Jane was also done with her meal quite quickly and she stood up from her seat. We almost bumped into each other at the door of the kitchen. She hurried past me with

her dish, without making eye contact. I entered into the kitchen and stood by the door watching her operate the dishwasher. She glanced back and caught me stalking her. I quickly took my eyes away and pretended to be whistling.

“Are you going to just stand there all day or bring your plate over?”, said Jane with a smirk.

“Oh trust me. I can stand here all day watching you do the dishes. Just looking at you from behind turns me on.”, I grinned as I approached her.

“Your flirtation won’t work. I’m still angry with you.”, said Jane as she arranged the clean plates on the dish rack.

I dropped my plate on the sink and came behind her. I hugged her and sniffed her hair, planting gentle kisses on her neck.

“What are you doing?”, she giggled.

“What I should have done yesterday.”, I said softly into her ears as my hands went up into her shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her breasts, big as ever, had its nipples hard.

“Gilbert...”, she moaned softly as I fondled her breasts, playing with it like a nine months old baby boy.

“What is it dear?”, I whispered in her ears as I turned her over to face me. I pulled her shirt up her chest and her boobs fell out, bouncing and wobbling in front of my face. I took both nipples in my thumbs and pulled them. Jane squealed like a baby squirrel. I took a handful of her breasts and began to suck on the nipples extremely.

“Jesus!”, she exclaimed, trying to find something to grab but instead she pushed away some big steel spoons.

I grabbed her left boob and squeezed it, covering its large surface area with my mouth and tongue, and then I slowly closed my lips till I had her nipple entrapped between them. I sucked it vehemently like a feeding bottle, playing on its tips with my tongue and tossing it up and down. I could hear Jane breathing heavily as I did. I lifted my face up and brought it close to hers, still holding her boobs in my hands. We both stared into each other’s eyes, grinning. Her breath fell on my nose and made it warm. She grabbed my shirt’s collar and pulled my face to hers. She then began to kiss me fervently, thrusting her tongue into my mouth and pushing it under my tongue, with our lips enclosing the union. As she let go of the kiss, she bit my lower lip gently, suspending it between her teeth for some seconds before she released. I wanted to lean in again for another kiss but she stopped me.

“You’ve got to get to the office.”, Jane smiled as she adjusted my collar and buttoned the holes in my shirt that had gotten loose during the kiss.

“I’ll take the day off. I really don’t want this moment to end.”, I held her face in my palms. “I’m so sorry I’ve been complaining when I’m meant to appreciate what I have. The fact that I have you is enough assurance. I love you Jane.”

Jane smiled, a tear dropping from her eyes. She gripped my hands and placed her forehead on mine. “I love you too, Gilbert.”, she sobbed. “Now, off you go.”

I smiled as I gave her a kiss on her forehead.

“See you later then.”, I said warmly, releasing her hands. I made towards the kitchen entrance hurriedly as I glanced at my watch. I was really late.

“Gilbert.”

I paused at the door and glanced back to see why she called me.

“Please don’t be late.”, Jane said with a smirk.

“I won’t.”, I nodded agreeably at her.

I left the kitchen, grabbing my suitcase swiftly as I hustled out of the house. The jeep beeped expectantly as I fiddled with the switch button on my car keys. I opened the doors and helped myself onto the driver’s seat. In less than a minute, I had started the ignition and the jeep’s engine revved loudly as I drove out of the parking lot. I whined down and looked through the window to see Jane at the doorstep waving cheerfully to me. I waved back at her with an assuring smile and drove away.

******

“What’s this?”, I asked, pointing to a big brown bag on the bed, as I unbuttoned my shirt.

“I went shopping and bought some clothes.”, Jane said cheerfully as she helped me remove my suit. “How was work today?”, she asked.

“Work was stressful as usual but it was good.”, I replied with a sigh.

“That’s good to hear. Do you want to see the clothes I bought?”, Jane giggled happily.

“Why not? Of course, show me.”, I permitted.

Jane went ahead to unravel her purchase from the brown bag and showed it to me. “What do you think?”, she asked.

“Isn’t this a French maid’s dress?”, I said with surprise as I checked it out.

“Well, I guess it is. Saw it in the cloth store and I was the only one setting my curious eyes on it so I bagged it.”, replied Jane.

“That’s cool. I’m sure it will look good on you.”, I assured.

“Oh, about that... I didn’t buy it for me.”, Jane said, tying her fingers behind her back.

“Oh, who is it for then?”, I queried.

Jane smiled, winking her eyebrows at me.

“What? Me??”, I laughed. Jane nodded.

“You’re kidding right? I can’t wear this y’know.”, I said, dropping the dress on the bed and removing my shirt.

“Why not? You might look good in it.”, Jane said, picking the dress.

I left her side and stood in front of the mirror, removing my wristwatch. “I’m a man, not a maid. Even the French menservants don’t wear that.”, I chuckled.

“But we are different. We are a couple. Being a couple is about trying new stuff and being creative, right? Well here’s your chance.”, Jane said convincingly. She brought the dress out of its nylon and unfolded it. She came behind me and placed the dress in front of me against my body. I felt her breasts squash on my back as she leaned in.

“Look at that.”, Jane said as we both looked in the mirror. “You’ve not even worn it and you’re already looking cute in the layout. My cute darling, maiden husband.”, she teased.

“You think I’m cute?”, I smiled at her reflection. “Yes. Like a baby girl.”, Jane giggled.
I looked at the dress on me. I heaved a deep sigh.

“Jane. I’m not wearing this, okay? I don’t want to. I don’t feel like.”, I turned around and placed the dress on her. “You see, it looks way much better on you.”, I smiled.

“I didn’t get the dress for me, I got it for you.”, Jane frowned.

“Oh Jesus!”, I exclaimed and brushed past her. “You’re unbelievable Jane!”, I turned around to look at her disappointedly.

“What?”, she asked innocently.

“What? Are you asking me what? Have you gone crazy, Jane? I’m a fucking man and it’s hightime you started treating me like one. Or is it because I have a small dick? Oh I see. It’s because of that. That’s why you want to feminize me eh? I wonder what even prompted you to go all the way to the store to buy a maid’s wear for your husband. If it’s a joke, it’s very expensive. If you wanted to make fun of me, it shouldn’t be this way. I feel... I feel... I feel so fucking humiliated by this!”, I exclaimed in disgust as I pointed at the dress.

“Wow, Gilbert. So let me understand this. You really think that I, your wife, am trying to scorn you? You think this is all some agenda or something?”, Jane said crossly.

“Well, it’s not about what I think. It’s what it looks like. You could have bought me a turtleneck not this... I don’t know.”, I looked away in annoyance and walked to and fro the room.

Jane sniffed and cleaned a tear from one of her eyes. “I see. Fine. I’ll return the cloth to the store. Since you don’t want to be creative and you’re so narrow minded, let’s forget about it.”

“Jane... c’mon, you know I--”, I tried to pacify her but she cut me short.

“Not another word Gilbert Wilson. Fuck! I don’t even know why I have to put up with your shit.”, she murmured as she folded the dress angrily and put it back into the bag. She threw it into her wardrobe and slammed the door shut.

“Good night, Gilbert.”, she said as she climbed the bed and shifted to the distant end wrapping herself in the blanket.

“No kisses?”, I asked, expectantly.

Jane threw her middle finger at me. I got the message clearly.

“Well, good night dear.”, I said reluctantly as I joined her on the bed, facing her with my back. What a fucking night!, my thoughts fumed with anger as I closed my eyes.

Chapter three

Two weeks later, I decided to take Jane for an evening dinner at one of the restaurants along the streets of the Cuban district of Miami, Little Havana. I had withheld details about the outing when I called her from work to tell her I would be home early to pick her up. I arrived and met her coming down the stairs looking pretty in her make-up and dressed in a gorgeous red gown. I couldn’t help but blush at her loveliness as I led her majestically to the car like a king holding the hands of his queen and walking together on the red carpet.

“Where are we going honey?”, Jane had kept asking curiously as we drove a couple miles away.

“You are so curious.”, I had laughed as I handled the steering. “It’s going to be a surprise. You’ll see.”

I felt tempted to disclose information on the destination but I refused. Jane had always talked about how much she wanted to visit the Havana since we moved down to Miami. I had kept it at the back of my mind and planned securely for the day to come. It was finally here, and I didn’t want to spoil the moment or miss the chance to display my romantic side once more for my wife, so I chose to keep it anonymous till we arrived at the place. Jane was too smart anyways. She did her geography very well. It wasn’t a surprise that she could tell the landmarks as we neared the district.

“You’ve got be fucking kidding me.”, Jane covered her mouth in awe as she stared out of the window.

“What? How?”, I asked sardonically as I focused my eyes ahead and whistled as I increased the car’s speed.

“Oh my gosh, Gilbert!”, she threw an astonished glance at me.

“What’s the matter?”, I looked at her with a smirk. She looked like she was finding it hard to breathe. “Hey, Jane. Are you good?”.

“I’m good. I’m good.”, Jane said, trying to calm her excitement. “Isn’t that the famous tower theatre?”, she asked as she pointed to a cream-colored building by the roadside that had bright lights and a quite tall towering structure above it, pointing upward into the sky.

“Yeah. You’re right. That’s the historic tower theatre.”, I replied her with a smile.

“Then that means we’re in...”, her eyes and lips widened with joy.

“Yes dear. We’re in the Little Havana.”, I validated. Jane immediately hugged me with happiness, resting my face in between her boobs. I almost forgot I was on the wheels and would have hit a passerby if I didn’t struggle myself out of her hands.

I exhaled heavily. “Phew. That was close.”, I regained control of the steering again.

“I’m so sorry. I was just too excited. I get all energetic and dramatic whenever I’m so happy.”, she apologized and adjusted herself in her seat.

“I understand. It’s fine really.”, I grinned.

“Wow. This is unbelievable.”, Jane covered her mouth with her palms. “To be honest Gilbert, I had actually forgotten the whole discussion about going to Little Havana. You’re so sweet for

doing this, I’m really dumbfounded and don’t know what to say that will be enough to thank you.”

“Then don’t say anything and let’s just drive.”, I answered, laughing.

“Okay. I will do just that.”, Jane said, zipping her lips dramatically.

There was some silence for a while except the sound of the car’s wheels rolling as they made friction with the road underneath and the hooting horns of fellow vehicles behind and in front of us. The traffic was a bit heavy. It wasn’t surprising. Little Havana was one of the most visited tourist attractions in Miami so it was no shocker that the road was crowded with onlookers, tourists and cultural activities.

“Can I hug you again?”, Jane broke the tranquility.

“Hell no. Unless you want to end your trip to Havana with an accident, that is.”, I replied her calmly. A deafening silence followed again. Then we immediately burst into a loud laughter together.

“Gilbert look at that!”, Jane called my attention as she pointed to something on the walls of a building. I glanced quickly in the direction of her finger. It was a large mural depicting an ancient Cuban legend.

“It’s so beautiful. Damn!”, her eyes continued to follow the building as we drove past it.

“Trust me, there are a lot of beautiful things in this place.”, I assured her as we moved slowly through the traffic.

“I can’t wait to see them. This is literally the best trip ever honey.”, Jane threw her hands up in the air excitedly.

As we drove on, the sound of soothing Latin music filled the air. Some people could be seen dancing along the streets. Lovebirds were sitting in pairs. The residents had some kind of warmth, joy and togetherness they displayed as they went about their various businesses.

“Here we are!”, I exclaimed as I drove into the parking lot of one of the restaurants along the road. I parked the car and turned off its engine. I came down from it and went around to open the door for Jane. I held her hand and assisted her as she set foot with her heels on the floor.

“Thank you.”, her cheeks went red with a blush.

“You’re welcome.”, I smiled. “Shall we?”, I bowed and pointed forward with my palm.

“We shall.”, Jane said, twirling her head jokingly.

I stretched my elbow towards her. She reciprocated and placed her elbow in mine. We walked regally towards the entrance of the restaurant. The security at the glass door ushered us in warmly with a welcoming smile. We greeted him too.

I fiddled with my tuxedo trouser’s pocket and emerged with my phone. I unlocked it and peered at its screen as if I was in search of something.

“Honey, what you checking on your phone?”, Jane asked, holding on to my arms and glancing around the room filled with people having dinner and conversing quietly.

“I’m trying to confirm our reservation.”, I replied her. “Wait, we have a reservation? How? Whe—”.

“Shhhhh...”, I hushed her gently with a smile. Jane nodded and sucked her lips in.

I led her gently to the counter where there was a latina lady attendant waiting for us.

“Welcome to Little Havana. First time?”, she flashed a set of crystal clear white teeth.

“Yes it is. It’s so beautiful here.”, Jane answered her, giggling cheerfully.

“Glad you’re already enjoying yourselves. So how may I help you? Need a menu?”, the latina attendant asked.

“Yes we’ll need that. We actually have a reservation but I don’t seem to see any reserved tables anywhere around this floor.”, I replied.

“Oh, our reserved tables are not on this floor. They’re upstairs in the exclusive lounge. So sorry about the confusion. Your name please?”, the lady said as she shifted her computer’s mouse and stared into the monitor.

“The Wilsons.”, I said impatiently. I looked at Jane and shook my head.

“Okay. So it says here that your reservation is waiting for you. When you get upstairs, just tell the waiter your name. He’ll direct the both of you to your table.”, said the attendant as she punched some keys on her keyboard.

“Thank you so much.”, I said thankfully and turned to Jane. “C’mon baby, let’s go.”

“Enjoy your time.”, the attendant wished to us happily as we took our leave.

We waved back to her in appreciation and approached the staircase. I let Jane climb the stairs ahead of me and followed behind her. We arrived upstairs and met a waiter. We told him the name of our reservation and he politely led us to our table. As we sat down, we couldn’t help but behold the beauty of the exclusive lounge. It was decorated with beautiful lightings and had a cooler view than that of the floor below. There were fewer tables and more space which made it more comfortable. Some reserved tables were empty, while the others were occupied with rich looking people. There was a stage at the corner of the lounge, with a band playing smooth music to fill the background.

“The atmosphere is just so nice.”, Jane commented.

“You can say that again.”, I agreed. I checked the menu on the table and scanned through their item list.

“I’m going for the red wine and chicken legs. What about you?”, I looked up at Jane.

“Anything my baby wants. I want.”, she said burying her cheeks in her palms and smiling at me.

“Hello. Over here.”, I motioned to one of the waiters standing by. He came over to meet us.

“We’d like the red wine and chicken legs please.”, I said to him as I pointed to the menu. I whispered something else to his ear. He nodded with a smile and went ahead to get our order.

“Why do you keep staring at me like that?”, I caught Jane’s eyes as she stalked my face.

“I’m trying to read your mind. To find out what other surprises and tricks you’ve got up your sleeves.”, she spoke like some detective.

“You won’t get a hang of it like that.”, I grinned as I caressed her hair and cheeks. She blushed.

“What made you decide to do all this though?”, she asked.

“I chose to do it because I love you. You are my wife and you deserve the best.”, I replied with a confident grin.

“Really?”, Jane asked, looking away.

“What’s wrong?”, I noticed a change in her countenance.

“Nothing at all. Just feeling a bit emotional.”, she replied, wiping a tear trickling down her face.

“Jane, c’mon. It’s going to be fine. Tonight is for you, okay?”, I rubbed her palm gently to assure her. She nodded and put on a smile.

The waiter soon arrived with our order and set our dishes before us. He bowed and left us quickly.

“Well, time to dine at the king’s table!”, I exclaimed as I poured the red wine into our glasses. I gave Jane hers and raised my glass for a toast.

“What are we toasting to?”, Jane giggled.

“To you. For being the best wife ever.”, I grinned.

“Awwwwwn.”, she cheered. We both sipped from the glasses. We could tell by the expression on our face that it was really sweet. Then we grabbed our cutleries and began to feast on the main meal, the chicken.

Hours went by, and we talked and talked as we ate. We played with each other’s food, feeding our mouths with our forks.

Meanwhile, the red wine had begun to kick in slowly. I began to wonder if I was going to be able to actually drive us home.

“Wait. You’re fucking kidding me.”, Jane tilted her ears in the direction of the band as they began to perform.

“Shall I have this dance?”, I grinned, standing on my feet and offering her my hand.

“How the hell do they know my favorite song?”, Jane asked with surprised smile as she took my hand and joined me.

“Well I guess I had to pull up my sleeve and let out some tricks.”, I winked at her as I pulled her near to the stage. I put my hands behind her waist and drew her close to me. She wounded her hands around my neck and stared into my eyes lovingly.

“You planned this with the waiter, right? No wonder y’all were whispering.”, Jane said, glancing at me suspiciously.

I laughed and looked over her shoulder. The waiter waved to me and saluted. “The young lad sure knows how to carry out instructions, don’t he?”, I said, bringing my attention back to Jane.

I lifted her chin up and joined my lips with hers. We kissed passionately as we moved our bodies to the music’s rhythm. I turned her around and her ass moved up against my crotch. I leaned my head on her shoulder, wrapping my hands around her tummy. My hands began to slowly move up. Their end goal was to fondle her breasts.

“Gilbert, behave. People are watching us.”, she said teasingly as she stopped my hands.

“I don’t care if people are watching, let’s give them the show of their lives.”, I whispered into her ear and nibbled on the lobe. Jane chuckled softly.

“Honey, do you think we should visit the club before we head back home?”, Jane caressed my face.

“You still want to dance more?”, I asked, astonished.

“Er. Not quite. I was thinking if we could try something different. Like some experiment.”, said Jane.

“And what would that be?”, I was now curious.

“How about we go to the club, but as strangers? You’ll sit somewhere away from me, while I hook up with someone in the club. I want to know your reaction and how you would feel when I’m making out with someone else and you’re watching. I also want to know how I’d feel too, doing it with someone else while you’re watching. I know it’s really weird. But weird is fun sometimes yeah.”, suggested Jane.

“Are you suggesting we commit adultery?”, I said in a cross tone.

“No, no. It’s not necessarily adultery, it’s just an experiment. Just one trial, and after this night we don’t do it again.”, Jane explained.

“Well, I don’t think I’d love to see my woman being romanced by another man.”, I said reluctantly.

“But we haven’t tried, have we? It’s just a onetime stuff.”, Jane turned and poked my chest.

“I don’t know honey. I just don’t think I’d be comfortable with such an experiment.”, I took my face away.

Jane removed my hands from her waist suddenly.

“What’s going on?”, I questioned.

“Nothing. I just don’t feel like dancing anymore.”, said Jane. She left me on the dance floor and went to get her bag from the table. She began to head downstairs hurriedly.

“Jane! Jane!! Wai—”, I called after her as she left the lounge. I apologized to the band and everyone who were sitting down watching. I put some tips in the waiter’s palm and thanked him. Then I ran down the staircase to chase after Jane.

I got downstairs and looked around but I didn’t see her anywhere.

“Please have you seen my wife?”, I asked the lady attendant at the counter.

“Your wife?”, she replied confused.

“Yes, the lady I brought with me. Red haired, busty blonde in a red gown. Did you see her?”, I asked impatiently as I fidgeted.

“Oh I think I saw someone like that. She went out of the restaurant in a hurry. Any problem?”, asked the attendant.

“No not at all. Thank you very much.”, I smiled and turned away. I quickly made my exit out of the restaurant and walked briskly down to where I parked. It was already dark outside and I thought maybe I would find Jane waiting for me at the car but no, she was not. I began to look around frantically, with my hands on my head in exasperation. I got into the car quickly and drove off.

Chapter four

I rubbed my chin nervously as I drove out of the Little Havana. I was unable to think straight as I journeyed back home. I

looked at my watch. It was already thirty minutes past ten and home was still a 30-minute drive away. I couldn’t help but keep wondering why Jane had acted as she did at the lounge. Why would she have suggested such a thing? What prompted the idea? I just couldn’t wrap my head around it. I imagined it but the more I visualized it happening in reality, it made me cringe. I wouldn’t be able to bear watching another man unlawfully handle my wife’s body, especially if he had a bigger dick than me. The thought of it made me feel humiliated. Was this what Jane really wanted? An extra-marital affair?

My mind raced as I drove on the express. I was still trying to connect the dots together and wonder why Jane would want me to be present while she was having sex with another person. Suddenly, it hit me. Could it be that she knew about it? The secret I had been trying so skillfully to keep from everyone? If she didn’t know, why else will she have come up with a cuckolding experiment? I was puzzled.

I soon arrived home and parked my car in the compound. Skimmer didn’t come to greet me as usual. I checked his cage and saw that he was asleep. I sighed and walked towards the entrance door. I took a very deep breath in, prepared for the chaos I was going to encounter as I walked inside. I entered into the living room and headed straight upstairs to our room.

I met the door wide open. I paused as I saw Jane seated on the bed. She was still in her red gown, smoking a cigarette and holding a glass of wine. Her make-up was messy from the tears that poured down her face and her eyelids were darkened. I walked into the room quietly, shutting the door behind me. I rested on the door and glanced at Jane. She looked miserable and refused to utter a word.

I exhaled heavily and rubbed the sweat off my face with my palm. “I was worried about you, Jane. Why didn’t you wait for me at the car? We could have come home together.”, I said calmly, hiding my sulkiness.

“Wait for you? Like there isn’t a thing called Uber, hmmph.”, Jane snorted and drank from her glass.

“Okay, I’m going to be very honest with you Jane. You humiliated me at the restaurant. How would you just walk out of me that way? Just because I refused to agree to something I won’t be comfortable with. Don’t I even get to have a say in this marriage?”, I blurted out angrily.

“You talk about honesty. It’s a shame really. Very big shame.”, said Jane with a sarcastic laughter.

“What do you mean?”, I asked, confused.

Jane stood up from the bed and walked over to the bedside drawer. She quenched her spent cigarette in the ashtray. She then came over to me and stood in my front, smiling. Some drops of tears trickled from her eyes.

“Let’s make a toast, shall we?”, she giggled as she raised her glass up to my face. “A toast to being honest, hmmm. Come on, drink some.”, she shoved her wineglass up to my lips.

I shifted the cup away from my face and held her shoulders. “Jane, I think you’re a bit drunk, you should sit down.”

“Get your fucking hands off me.”, Jane retorted, pushing my hands away and staggering back. “I know I’m fucking drunk, and tell you what? I’m fucking tired!”, she bellowed at me, throwing her hands up in exasperation.

“What are you saying Jane? You’re tired of me?”, I frowned.

“Yes Gilbert. I’m tired of you. I’ve been trying to make this relationship work but you’re making it hard for me. You want to know the reason why I bought you that dress? It’s because of you. I thought we could experiment something together, have some fun. Sex is meant to be fun. All we’ve been doing is having boring sex. That’s why I brought up the cuckolding thing. I wanted to see your reaction but you really showed me tonight that you’re nothing but timid, just like your fucking small dick!”, Jane yelled.

“Why are you bringing up my penis, Jane? I thought you didn’t have a problem with me being under-endowed?”, My chest was beginning to hurt.

“Oh you want to know the problem I have with you? I’ll tell you. I want to make this work for me and you, but you’ve refused to let me in on anything. I can’t keep torturing myself to satisfy you if you remain selfish.”, said Jane as she sat on the bed. “Damn, it’s empty.”, she stared at her wineglass with disappointment.

“Where are you going?” I held her hand and stopped her as she tried to get to the door.

“I’m going to get a refill, so fuck off.”, Jane fired back with an aggressive stare.

“Jane...”, I sighed and began. “It’s different.”.

“What is?”, said Jane, breaking out of my grip.

“It’s different. I love that you are honest about how bad our sex is and I really appreciate the fact that you want to try out new things. But, you need to look at it from my point of view. I just don’t sit right with some things.”, I explained to her.

“Right. I’ve heard you.”, said Jane.

“You have?”, I was surprised all of a sudden.
“Yeah, can I go get my refill now?”, Jane stood impatiently. “Sure.”, I obliged and shifted away from the door.

As she was about to shut the door behind her as she left, she popped her head back from the door’s side. “Uhhh, lest I forget. You have all the bed to yourself tonight Gilbert. Thanks for the excursion to Little Havana, the place was great until the end. And one more thing, there’s this guy. His name is Calvin and he’s a handsome, dark and tall gentleman. We’ve been seeing for a month now and I just wanted to tell you that he’s so sexy. You’ll love him when you see him.”, and with that, she slammed the door loudly in my face.

I couldn’t believe what I just heard as I stood there helplessly. I leaned my back against the door and slid down till my ass was sitting on the floor. I held my knees together and buried my face in them, sobbing silently. I removed my left shoe and roared as I hurled it violently at the wall.

“Arrrrggghhhh!!!!”, I screamed frantically at the top of my voice, hoping it would rip the ceiling off. It was all my fault, I thought. How was I ever going to make things right with Jane now that she had her mind made up?

Chapter five
“One more, please.”, I muttered to the barman.

“Are you sure? You’ve had like one and a half bottles already.”, he warned with concern.

“Don’t worry, I’d be fine.”, I replied in a rough voice.

“Okay, if you say so, here you go.”, the barman emerged with another bottle. I swiped it off the counter immediately like one claiming his stolen good.

“I’m taking this to my room. Add it to my total bill.”, I said as I staggered away towards the bar’s exit.

I played with my room key in my hand as I struggled to climb the staircase with my blurry sight. Jane had chased me out of the house a week ago, so I had been sleeping at the hotel and heading to work from there every morning. I soon got to the door of my room and fought to unlock it with the key. It opened successfully and I walked inside slowly. Locking the door behind me, I swayed in my footsteps towards the bed and fell with my back on its soft foam, letting out a loud sigh.

I was in the middle of reality and fantasy in my head as I lay on the bed. The quarrel I and Jane had back at the house began to replay in my mind once again. While she had been having her bath, I had stolen her phone to check out her chats with the tall dark stranger. What I saw was unbelievable. They were already sex chatting and talking about how they’ll ruin each other on the bed. I got angry when I saw my name pop up in their conversation and I hit my fist on the phone’s screen. It broke into pieces and I then realized that I had made a huge mistake. I turned around to see Jane standing in front of the bathroom door and staring at me with horror. She threw my things out of the house in anger and

told me to never come back. I don’t know what was funny but I burst into a very loud laughter. My stomach hurt as I continued to laugh, rolling on the bed with the bottle in my hand. I suddenly stopped laughing and hot tears began to pour down my cheek. I stayed static for a while and didn’t move. All I could feel was a gush of emotions rushing through my chest. Something vibrated in my pocket and made the hairs on my thighs to stand at attention. I searched lazily through my pocket and brought out my phone.

I peered into its screen curiously. I had an unread message from Jane. Suddenly, the alcohol’s influence seemed to clear from my body and I sat up immediately with interest. I unlocked the phone with my fingerprint and opened the message. She had sent a video, with a caption saying, “Look who I’m having fun with.”. I was reluctant at first to open the video, but I decided it was probably harmless, so I played it.

In the video, Jane was alone on the sofa of our living room. She was wearing a baggy Adidas shirt, with no bra underneath, so the shape of her breasts and nipples were showing. I was already having an erection just by looking at it. She was quiet and kept smiling in the video like she was expecting or waiting for something. Suddenly I heard some footsteps approach. I saw a dark figure come behind the sofa, he was wearing black pants but the rest of his body was naked, and I could not see his face but just his abs as the angle of the camera wasn’t placed to cover him fully.

“Calvin, is that you?”, Jane smiled as she threw her hands back and felt his chest and abs.

“Yes, it is I.”, the dark guy chuckled.

“Why aren’t you wearing your shirt?”, Jane asked teasingly, staring at the camera.

“Because I want you to feel me.”, said Calvin sinisterly.

“Oh!”, Jane moaned excitedly as Calvin dragged up her shirt, letting her boobs fall out. He went ahead to fondle them with his big dark and rough looking palms. He cupped the big jugs in his hand, twisting the nipples and making Jane groan with pleasure.

I began to feel uneasy under my trouser as I continued to watch the video. Calvin bent his head down and revealed his dreads as he grabbed Jane’s breasts and began to suck the nipples one by one.

“Oh my gosh, Calvin! Urgghhh...”, Jane whimpered as his lips clicked on her breasts. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets with pleasure. She stared at the camera with a horrified expression on her face as she breathed heavily. I couldn’t hold it in anymore, I dropped my phone on the bed and quickly took off my trousers and boxers. I looked at my small erect dick dangling in the air. I took my phone and continued watching, jerking off as I did.

Jane suddenly turned around, showing her half naked ass which had a G-string on it to the camera. She then drew down Calvin’s pants and what I saw marveled my eyes. His dick was so big and massive, like almost five times the size of mine. It was black with big veins and had a very big dark red cap. I glanced down at my own penis and felt so ashamed I had to cover it with my hands. I continued watching the video. Jane held Calvin’s big cock and teased it, rubbing it against her cheeks and showing it to the camera. She then went ahead to open her mouth widely and inserted his cock into it. It was too big, even her mouth couldn’t go all the length, but she was enjoying it. I could tell by the look on her face that she was so excited having such a big penis inside her mouth. She began to give Calvin a blowjob, sucking intensely, gagging and choking on it. She spat on his penis cap and sucked it

passionately. Her tongue danced around his dick, travelling down his big corpus spongiosum to his scrotal sac which was also very big. She enveloped it with her mouth and sucked his balls. She turned her gaze to the camera, giving an inviting stare as she licked his scrotum like a lollipop. The more she continued, the more my body shivered and cringed. She began to jerk off Calvin’s dick, moving her grip up and down its perimeter violently and in what seemed like less than a minute, his semen shot on her face like whipped cream, bathing her nose, cheeks and mouth with it. I was dejected. In all my years as a man, I had never ejaculated such a load of cum as what Calvin had spewed from his cock.

Jane released Calvin’s cock and came to the camera, with her stained face. She smiled happily and blew a kiss, and then the video ended. I got up immediately and hurled the phone at the wall angrily. Its screen shattered as it landed on the floor. I felt myself zoning out, my head was spinning, and I just wanted to grab something. I took the alcohol bottle on my bed, opened it and drank some, and then I threw the bottle to the floor, where it broke into pieces and spilled its content around the room. I paced back and forth across the room wondering what to do. I picked one of the bottle’s glass shards from the floor and held it in my left hand. I held my dick in my right hand and stared at it with disgust.

“You’re just some useless piece of shit, aren’t you? Maybe I should cut you off eh?”, I said with contempt as I held the sharp glass against it. “Maybe cutting you off will take this all away. After all it’s your fault this is happening. I didn’t ask to be born with a fucking small dick! But here you are eh?”.

I pressed the glass against my penis. Cut it Gilbert! Go on!,said the voice in my head.

I pressed the glass in harder and blood began to trickle out slowly from its skin. The pain I felt was little because of the alcohol. I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth hardly. I took deep breaths in.

I threw the glass shard back to the floor and staggered to my bed, throwing my back helplessly on it. My head pounded and I could almost hear my pulse. I cuddled up like a baby, and rolled my body into a ball, sobbing and sniffing quietly. I closed my eyes and before I knew it, I drifted off.

Chapter six

“Skimmer!”, I said joyfully as the dog ran to hug me. He licked my face so much, I could tell he missed me. I rubbed his head and stroked his warm fur.

“C’mon now, off you go, I’ll see you later.”, I tickled him. He barked happily and wagged his tail, then scurried back to his cage.

Rat-a-tat! Rat-a-tat!!

I knocked loudly on the door in faith that someone was going to come open it. It had been a month now since Jane had sent me out of the house. I came back because I needed to take some of my clothes I had left behind. The truth is, I actually came back because I wanted to see her.

“Who’s there?”, her voice hollered from inside.

“It’s me Gilbert. Please open up Jane.”

There was a little silence for a while. Then I heard the sound of keys and the door’s lock clicking. The door swung open and Jane stood there in her night gown, frowning at me.

“What do you want?”, Jane growled.

“I just came to take my other clothes, that’s all.”, I replied shyly.

She sighed angrily and left the doorway. I entered into the house, closing the door behind me. I noticed that the living room was filled with the stench of cigarettes and alcohol. Jane leaned against the couch and smoked.

“Did you see the video?”, she asked. “Yeah I did.”, I mumbled.

“And you felt it wasn’t necessary to reply me? Or even message me?”, Jane grimaced.

“I broke my phone actually. I thought you didn’t want to talk to me anymore, plus you seemed to be enjoying with Calvin so I didn’t want to bother.”, I glanced away.

Jane puffed and coughed haphazardly.

“Are you okay?”, I approached her to help, but she stopped me.

“I’m fine.”, she said. “There’s something I want to show you. Check that folder on the dining table.”

“Okay...”, I obeyed as I went to the table and picked the folder. I reached into it and brought out its contents. My jaws fell apart in astonishment as I brought out the pictures.

“How did you find this?”, I demanded.

“Hm-Hm. Wrong question.”, Jane coughed. She turned around to face me. “The real question is, why did you decide to hide it from me?”.

“Because they were embarrassing I guess, and It wasn’t something I felt so comfortable about.”, I murmured in shame.

“Comfortable eh? I wish I knew what’s with you and the word comfortable. You know I tried everything possible to make this marriage work. I’ve known about those pictures for a long time and your computer history too, Gilbert. Those nights you used to sneak to the basement. I finally got to discover what you were up to.”, Jane began, throwing her cigar on the floor and crushing it with her foot. “What a funny world. My husband is into cross-dressing and he pretends like he knows nothing about

it. The porn. You really love watching sissy cuckolding category, to be exact. But you chose to hide these from me.”.

“It was meant to be a secret Jane. I didn’t want people thinking I’m some weird ass dude.”, I grumbled.

“But I’m not people, Gilbert. I’m your wife.”, Jane cut in. “Why do you think I brought up those experiments? The French maid’s dress... the club experiment... Calvin? I was trying so hard to make your dreams come true, darling. I was trying to improve our love life but you made my efforts look wasted!”

“Jane, it’s not the way you see it.”, I sighed as I grabbed the dining chair and sat down. “These things were meant to remain as fantasies and secrets. Just something to deal with boredom. When I thought about them happening in reality, it dampened my ego and manhood. I felt ashamed every time you brought up those suggestions. It made me feel less of a man and more insecure. That’s why I kept refusing.”, I explained.

“Well, I get your point, but you could have told me, Gilbert. I felt you weren’t being honest enough. It’s fine anyways.”, Jane murmured under her breath as she leaned on the couch.

“I’m really sorry Jane. Like I always said, I don’t deserve you. You’re too much for me, You deserve better. I’m sure Calvin is treating you better than I am.”, I said.

“Oh I and Calvin aren’t a thing. He was merely an item. I mean the sex was awesome but he wanted more. He wanted me for himself. I didn’t want that. I only used him because I wanted to provoke you. I love you Gilbert, not him.”, said Jane softly.

"So what do we do now?”, I heaved a sigh.

"I really don't know. I guess we can't always get what we want and be satisfied. Fantasy and reality are two different things entirely".

"I think we should get a divorce, Jane.", I added.

"Didn't you hear me? I and Calvin aren't together anymore.", Jane's face grew a scowl.

"I know. I just think it's for the best.", I shook my head.

"Fuck you , Gilbert!", she threw her hands up in frustration and stormed upstairs angrily.

I brought a cigarette out of my pocket and lit it up. I put it in my mouth and smoked. I stared out the window as the morning sunbeam entered and spread into the living room.

I had made my mind up. No regrets.