Monogamy Of Quantum Entanglement And Other Correlations

   



   "You need to buy her a rose."

   "Why?"

   "Damn, honey, you really haven't dated in over twenty years, have you?"

   "You know I haven't.  First wife, her slash our girlfriend that one
summer, you, that's it."

   "She'll like a rose, a simple, single, elegant red one.  Got her perfume
that she said was her scent?" my
soon-to-be-separated-from-by-her-choice-not-mine-second-wife pattered about
while putting a couple of pairs of my dress office pants and nicer golf
shirts in my two-suiter on the, our, bed.

   "Uh-uh, not yet.  I was going by Target to get that just before I left."

   "Condoms?  KY?  Female condoms?  Oh, and what about the pair of sexy-red
bikinis that you look so sexy in?" she kissing me before attending to my
gaping large empty gymbag.

   "I'm wearing them" my favorite semi-dress boating shoes being handed to
who I thought was going to be the love of my life for the rest of my life
but evidently not by her not choice, not mine.

   "You know how sexy you are, Mr.  Dweller?  You know how perfect a man
you really are?" she playfully nudging against me as she fitted my old
black leather London Fog toiletry case next to my boxed present to my new
woman in my life first time meeting within hours the heart-shaped stained
glass suncatcher protected inside its cellpopfoam and cardboard womb, my
heart feeling as much pressure as it was as my wife, my life, shoved things
deeper inside the bulging bag and gap between us.

   "If I was so damned perfect, Dear, you wouldn't be throwing me out on my
ass without so much as a how-do-you-fucking-do!" I couldn't help but snipe
at her.  She finished packing the stuff in my bag without looking at me,
smiling as she did, no anger, just happy.

   Happy?  She was fucking happy?  Why?  Because she told me not two weeks
ago that come hell or highwater I was out of the house, our house, the
house that my name was co-owned with her, that we owned, that she was
staying and she was throwing me out and if memory serves me right the words
"you're out of here at the end of the month and I don't care if you fucking
starve in the street, you're out of here!" slung at me like some
millennia-old warpike right through my heart which I will carry for all the
rest of my days.

   And she, she was the one who cheated on me!

   Yes, I had made a great connection with "Devil", my online female friend
whom I turned to once spouse had told me she was no longer interested in
having sex but turned out she was no longer in having sex with me but was
definitely interested in having sex with her old prior fiancé to me,
tossing me over the side in her immoral moral structure so she could have
one last shot with him, he being "the complete package" and I only being
"half the complete package" since I had everything he had except his money,
but I had no intention of ever meeting Devil, not until spouse's effective
if not yet legal ending of our marriage via proxy ending of our physical
relationship and her emotional attachment to me took place.

   Devil had been in a sexless marriage for ten years.  I had been in a
sexless marriage for ten weeks.  Our mutual longings for the love, the
security, the warmth we were each prepared to give each other felt like
blackholes empty ten light years deep now about to timewarp fulfilled.

   "Now Dear, let's don't rehash old fights, we agreed not to do that,
correct?"

   "Yes we did, but why the fuck not?  I'm not fighting with you.  I'm just
pointing out how much of a lying, gutless, pathetic, cold-hearted
money-grubbing hypocritical cunt you are, is all."

   "Now dear dear Dear" she walking into the kitchen as I followed from our
bedroom "let's not be bitter shall we?  You're the one getting ready to go
off to fuck some strange piece of tail, not me."

   "Yes, but you've fucked Stan twice in the past month and lied to me
about that, yeah, you're fucking girlfriend in Burlington needed you, that
was a good one, boy was I stupid or what to fall for that fucking lie. 
And, I'm not seeing Devil to cheat on you, not since our marriage is
apparently over anyway and you've made that very clear the past few months
it's not really cheating now is it, I'm seeing Devil because you've
forbidden sex with me and I just need close physical contact."

   "I told you we could always cuddle close in bed together" she fixing
herself a Jack & Ginger as she plopped down on a barstool at the
half-height bar between the kitchen and den and I fished a beer from the
fridge and sat at the far end of the bar away from her as much as possible
"anytime you want."

   "Yeah, right, bitch, you want me to cuddle with you to keep you warm and
feeling safe and secure when you won't touch me sexually but will do things
with Stan at his beck and call that you never did with me" my anger rising
to the point where I knew I needed to leave before we got into another
adrenalin-rushing heart-pumping argument, something I didn't need right
then, or ever again.  I just needed the fuck out of there.

   "Honey, I'm not going there again with you.  Shouldn't you be leaving?
It's almost four and she's expecting you at six at the hotel, correct?"

   "Yeah."

   "See you when get back home on Sunday."

   "Yeah.  I love you" the words couldn't help but come out, even if I
didn't mean them.

   But I did mean them.  Dammitall, I did mean them.  I don't marry anyone
I don't plan on spending the rest of my life with.  I didn't marry wife
number one nor Spouse Number Two without every intention of being the most
perfect, confident, easy to live with, helping, protective, nurturing,
faithful and monogamous husband possible with them, forever and eternity.
Sometimes eternity just seems like eternity, when it goes bad.  Sometimes
eternity is for however long the pussy-in-charge says it is.

   ++++++++++++++++++++++++++

   "Hi."

   "Hi."

   "Come in."

   "Thank you.  I will" my friend Devil easing her way into our den of
temporary sin for the weekend, a non-smoking room at the Hampton Inn down
in a neighboring county at the neighborly town of Columbus Crossroads, I
handing her the blooming rose my fading wife urged me to buy for her, she
smelling it, smiling it, putting it down atop the chest of drawers.

   Jeez, could things feel any more awkward?  Is this what being single is
like?  If it is, fuck it, I'll just become celibate.  What's monogamy but
celibacy broken by occasional good sex?

   "I'm tired.  Where's the TV control?"

   Devil looked like an angel on the bed, stretched out on her stomach and
watching her soap opera channel, clothes and even shoes on.

   My hands rubbed her back but stayed away from her ass.  She seemed to
appreciate that fact.

   "You can rub my butt some if you want, it's okay, my butt's sore from
the trip up from Savannah."

   My hands massaged her cheeks and small of her back.  She began to relax
some.

   "Is this okay?" my hand slipping beneath the waist band of her pants to
actually feel the naked flesh of her desire.

   "Yeah.  That's nice."

   *** Dear, why isn't it you here instead of her?  Am I such a bad guy
just because I only make fifty thousand a year instead of two hundred and
fifty thousand?  Don't you remember why you didn't marry Stan, because he
was a pig, cheated on you repeatedly, and I never have and never will?  Not
at least, not counting this.  It was you who pushed me to be here with
Devil, not Devil and definitely not me.  You just want an out on your guilt
for being the heartless cunt you are, that you've become is all.  ***



   Hair, smelling wonderful.  Stoking, touching.  Loving.  Her "Passions"
perfume mixing with the unique scent of her shampoo whatever it was.  Can't
resist any longer.

   "Hey!"

   "Hey-Ahh!  yourself" I playfully retort back to her mock surprise at me
trying to sneak a kiss, she playfully pushing me away, me lovingly
wrestling her to the bed, her arms pinned above her head, my mouth firmly
on hers, my tongue being sucked by her as our bodies melded, our clothes
sticky with being stuck, shucked, removed.

   *** I remember the first time I was with you, Spouse Now Almost Gone.  I
had vowed that the first time we made love would be the last time first
wife and I ever would.  Is what I'm about to do fini' for us?  Does my
about soon sticking my cock in Devil's pussy mean it can never be permitted
to find its target with yours ever again?  Stan, the perpetual male slut,
had better not have given me something, you said you two used protection
when you cheated on me.  If you've lied then you'll die, bitch.  ***

   "Devil, I love you" my words can't helping themselves, my need can't
helping itself, my heart, my needing-bleeding heart can't helping itself.

   "Shhhhh, Planet, I thought we had talked about that, I thought I had
made myself very clear" my She For Now pulling away as she got up for a
second to hang her clothes up, my following behind her, hugging her lightly
as naked danced our silent dance in the sterile hotel room.

   "You did, sorry, Devil."

   "I know you're going through a rough time now, and I love you as a
friend, but I want you now because I know I can trust you, not because I
love you.  Okay?" she turning to face me, hug me, hold me.  A tear tried to
come out from my eye but my machismo wouldn't let it.

   "Okay, sorry, it won't happen again."

   "Eat my pussy, Planet, show me how good a tongue you have.  Eat me, frig
me, then fuck me, show me that wonderful cock of yours."

   *** Time for change, My Soulmate Back Home.  What once was, what once we
had, shall never be again.  It might be restored eventually in a new
fashion, but that's doubtful.  It might never be again, ever, that's
probable.  No matter.  By your hand alone, my cock cries for its new lover.
By your hand alone.  ***

   My tongue found her clit and my mouth vacuumed it erect between my lips.

   "Good God, you weren't getting, shit, I mean, you weren't kidding.  Frig
me!  No, wait, get a towel and put under me, now."

   "I l\u/u/u/u, God, Devil, you're so perfect!" her butt raised and
lowered on her temporary towel-mattress-pad as my mouth and tongue dove
back to their new burrow.

   "Shut up and eat me, frig me, yeah, that's it!"

   *** We, who are about the fuck a strange pussy, their first 'strange'
for four years, their third in twenty-five years, salute you, Bitch Back
Home.  Might as well salute you as cuss you, correct?  Devil is ten times
the lover you ever were, ever will be.  I still love you and always will,
Dear Just Past, but it's time to move on."

   "Yes, that's it, frig me, that's it, massage my G-spot, that's it, good
God, Planet, where did you learn to do that?" her feminine waters now
squirting like a crimped garden hose on high, flooding my face with her
perfect womanly cyprinne essence as my sucking of her clit and frigging of
her pussy and G-spot continued.

   *** Remember the first time I did that you, Dear Of Our Now Yours Only
Home?  Remember how I made you scream just like I'm doing her?  If you do
you probably don't care right now.  You're probably off to see Stan this
weekend while I'm here with Devil, doing things with him you'd never do
with me.  Well, this weekend I'm going to do things with her that you'd
never let me do, the same things that Stan is probably doing to you right
now.  Whatever.  ***

   "Fuck me, Planet, fuck me, get on top, fuck me!" my large frame easing
on her, her pussy so slick with her G-spot come and so cavernous from its
gaping orgasms before she thought to try to consciously tighten it up that
my firm hard almost limped before her muscles crimped tightly on it.

   *** Time waits for no one.  Love waits for no one.  Passion waits only
for its lover.  Dammit, Dear Spouse, I love you, I want 'you', not her, not
Devil.  I want you underneath me, not her.  She's ten times the lover you
will ever be but I want you, want you forever, not Devil just for this
weekend.  Don't you get how much I always have been and will be in love
you, Stupid Fucking Bitch?  ***

   "How's that?" my arms under her shoulders, holding her close, pulling
her close to me, kissing her, she kissing me back, a hand finding one of
her breasts, she concentrating on the first cock she's had in years upon
years.

   "Wonderful.  Simply wonderful" our lovemaking now timing perfectly, the
engine of our love, no, of our mutual wants and needs and desires just
purring right along on cruise control, she still having little squirty
comes every three or four minutes as our lovemaking, yes, love-making,
continued "thank you, my friend, thank you."

   *** No, thank you, Tough Love Back At The Ranch, thank you.  ***