Chapter 6

Several weeks passed, during which Frank visited Jim's house once a week to meet with Victoria.

Sometimes they were together, and sometimes Jim only watched them fuck around the house.

Victoria would sometimes talk about how happy she was that they had been able to carry out Frank's last wish.

"It's time to put it to the test," Jim thought to himself.

One evening, Victoria returned home from her shift. As she opened the door, Jim looked at her with a wide smile.

"I have wonderful news, dear," he said.

"Frank came by to work on the garden today and told me that there was a mistake in his tests. The doctor made a mistake; it turns out that his terminal illness was a complete misunderstanding. His most recent tests showed no problems. "Victoria, he's not dying." Jim's voice shook with happiness.

Victoria stood still in the doorway, her keys still in her hand. Her purse fell from her shoulder and hit the floor with a soft thud.

"What?" She said something in a low voice.

Jim walked over to her with a smile on his face. "Frank is in good health. " He will live. Vic, he didn't know either. He only heard from the doctor today. Frank was very surprised.

Victoria's hand flew to her mouth. Tears welled in her eyes,first confusion, then disbelief, and finally a flood of relief.

Jim could see that Victoria's wheels were turning quickly.

"Now what? Do we stop? Do we pretend the last few weeks didn't happen? Do we go back to how things were before?" All these questions rose in her mind.

Victoria liked the way Frank was fucking her, but her husband had only suggested they do it because it was Frank's last wish. But now, if Frank isn't dying, how will Jim feel if Victoria keeps letting him fuck her? Will Jim be okay with it? Should he be mad?

Jim watched her face shift through a dozen emotions in the span of a few seconds. Confusion. Relief. Fear. Hope. And beneath it all, something else, something she wasn't ready to name.

Jim was not going to make it easy for her. He needed to see if this was something she truly wanted or not.

Victoria kept silent. She walked into the house and went to take a shower.

While she was far from him, Jim texted Frank: "Come see us tonight at 9 o'clock . And bring a good bottle of wine with you; if Victoria asks , area and just stop by to say hi."

Jim wanted to see his wife's reaction once Frank appeared on their doorstep.

Victoria stayed in the shower for a long time. Jim could hear the water running long after anyone needed to get clean. He sat in the kitchen, drumming his fingers on the table, watching the clock.

Nine o'clock, he thought. Frank will be here at Nine.

When Victoria finally emerged, wrapped in a robe with her hair dripping,wearing a short dress , she looked lighter, as if the hot water had washed away some of the weight from her chest.

"Feeling better?" Jim asked.

She nodded, toweling her hair. "I needed that. My head was spinning."

They ate dinner and then sat in the living room to watch a movie

Then, at exactly seven o'clock, the doorbell rang.

Victoria looked up from the couch, confused. "Are you expecting someone?"

"No," Jim replied flatly.

He walked to the door and opened it. Frank stood on the porch, holding a bottle of wine, his expression uncertain.

"Frank," Jim said, acting surprised. "What brings you here at this hour?"

“I was in the area and just stopped by to say hi," Frank replied.

Jim stepped aside. "Come in; we are watching a movie."

Frank stepped into the hallway, and Victoria's eyes went wide.

Frank walked into the living room and sat on the couch, leaving a comfortable space between himself and Victoria. Jim took the armchair, remote in hand, watching them both like a director observing his actors.

"The movie's just starting," Jim said, pressing play. "Make yourself comfortable."

The opening scenes flickered across the screen, but Victoria couldn't focus. Her thoughts churned.

"Frank doesn't know anything; he did not come here by accident. He came over to fuck, as he had done in the last few weeks. He doesn't know that I know the truth, I was fulfilling a dying man's last wish. And now he's better. And I'm sitting here, acting like I don't know. What if he starts to touch me? What should I do?

She stole a glance at Frank. He looked relaxed, almost peaceful, as if these small moments of normalcy were keeping him alive. Victoria reached for her wine glass and took a long sip, buying herself time.

Jim looked amused at his wife , seeing her mind racing with thoughts, trying to decide what she would do next.

Halfway through the movie, Frank's hand drifted toward hers on the couch cushion. It was a small gesture, familiar, intimate, the kind of touch that triggered foreplay between them over the past few weeks.

Victoria froze. She wanted to pull away, to set a boundary. She wanted to end it, before it went any further.

She felt Jim's eyes on her from across the room, watching, waiting.

“He's testing me,” she thought. “He wants to see if I'll stop. Or if I'll keep going, even without the excuse of Frank's illness.”

Victoria needed to decide and fast. Suddenly, she got up from the couch and approached Jim, who was sitting on the armchair. She gathered her hair into a ponytail and knelt on the floor.

"Why should I be the one to decide?" she thought to herself. "I'll let Jim make the decision."

Jim looked at her, surprised. He hadn't seen it coming. He understood what she was doing ,a clever trick to **** him to make the decision instead of her.

She pulled Jim’s pants down and began sucking his dick , knowing he would not reject her.

Jim stood up while Victoria kept sucking his dick. He looked her in the eyes, knowing that Frank was about to join them any second. Frank had already started stroking his black dick, waiting for the right moment to join in.

Suddenly, Victoria felt Frank's dick near her mouth. She kept looking into her husband's eyes, as if she was waiting for him to say it was okay. Jim waited; he wasn't going to let her have this back dick that easily, but Victoria kept sucking Jim's dick deeper into her throat.

Jim finally gave in. He pulled out his penis so Frank could put his into his wife's mouth. It turned him on even more to know that Victoria was sucking Frank's dick because she wanted to, not because she felt sorry for him. She finally became the hot wife he wanted her to be.

That night, Jim and Frank fucked Victoria for hours; she let them do what they wanted.

Victoria felt free knowing she had received her husband's approval to fuck Frank as she wished; from that day, the sex felt different for all of them.

Jim's health deteriorated quickly that year, and he died four months later knowing that Frank would take care of his wife's sexual needs.

Ironically, the trick he had played on Victoria had backfired. "Karma is a bitch," he thought to himself just before he passed away.