My Last Day (Saturday, 29 Nov 2014}

 Starting the day was hard, i kissed my daughter for the last time and dropped her off at daycare as if it was just another day.

Relations with my wife being strained as usual the leave taking there was nothing special. She has no idea that i will not be returning that night, or any other, she only knows that she will need to pick up our daughter from daycare because i need to work late on a project.

Passing work for the last time, i take pride in all that i have done, wishing that i wasn’t deteriorating so fast and could continue in what i do. Driving an hour and a half more, i near a house that i have never seen...

He opens the door, i kiss him for the first time ever, and she folds into my arms for the last time, the first time in ten or eleven years. They both know how the night must end... no words are needed, arrangements have already been made

I undress them and they undress me. I worship her breasts from behind as i always have, softly bouncing her nipples across the bones of my fingers, again and again with the repeated thump thump thump of her nipples hitting each finger and she starts too scream from that alone...

I kneel before him for the first time... for any man for that matter....
While my mouth is busy with him, a fore taste of later, of the end, i am playing with her names sake, caressing the folds, and rubbing the nub...

I know her pleasure box well, that being my crime all those years ago when we were both young
My splayed fingers spread her folds, moving my hand up and down drives her to distraction while i suck him to the best of my beginner’s ability

His salty aftertaste and her renewed screams tell us that it is time to go to their bed

As a safety measure, i write out a testament that, if discovered, i chose how the night would end when i realized that there was no recovery, and i chose to go out with as much dignity as possible... saving my loved ones the pain of watching me slowly deteriorate... but what a way to go...

I also write a letter to my wife telling her that i am sorry about having put her through hell as my obsession grew as my mind deteriorated, wishing that i had been able to truly remain her faithful husband instead of the man suddenly unable to be apart from his first love

I lay across the bed, with my head off the side

She straddles me for the first time in many years, and i enter her for only the second time, we make love unfettered for the first time ever, this is the memory i want to take with me into the long dark night between the stars...

Me cumming for the third time is the signal for him to get into position.

He starts driving himself down my throat, punishing me for the way i self-destructed ten years ago, punishing me for fucking his wife and starting her back into swinging

When his anger has played out, and she has screamed for as many times as she wanted on my tool, he jams in as deep as he can, and uses his tool to obstruct my airways.

My struggles for life move my tool inside her, driving her to further heights of passion...

He stays in my throat for as long as need be, until i no longer move, he thrusts in a few more times, cumming in to my dead mouth

It is reported as a Ménage à trois gone wrong...

After the child is delivered, the boy or girl is offered to my parents, my wife, and if not, the state.

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The I: viewpoint character
male, poly, loosing speach slowly due to head injury, in traditional marriage of 4+ years, opting to choose one last fling instead of continue past point of speach, betrayer, abandons 2+ year old daughter and wife to end celibacy and life at same time.
In second legal marriage, first was poly for a year 10+ years ago.
Time of story near to distant future.

The Her/She: Raven/Goddess of Ravens
female, auburn hair, rubenesque, recurring obsession, married for 10+ years. Switch (dominant/submissive), sometimes permitted to play if feelings not involved (any one but viewpoint character). At one time viewpoint characters junior wife. Left to become someone else's "only".

The He/Him: SamWise (not LOTR reference. reference to a nomme de plume)
Raven's Husband of ten+ years, Dom.
They met while Raven was the junior wife of the viewpoint character. .. senior wife told her to find her own play toys.
Ravens screams with Samwise were the only joy in the house.
Delusional viewpoint character thought was gaining brother/family member and not losing only reason to live.