February Sucks - Awakenings

February Sucks - Awakenings

Original Story by George Anderson by blanket permission from the author.

This is yet another February Sucks tale. If you haven't read the original story by George Anderson, please do so first. It is truly a classic. This story starts when Jim arrives back at the hotel room which was reserved for a 'special night.' Enjoy. This is the first story I have written and it may show! The story contains, anal, vaginal and oral sex, as well as cheating, threesomes and drug use. If this is not your cup of tea, please don't 'drink' it.

Prologue from the Original Story

I turned on the light and shut the door behind me. Suddenly, I was weary beyond the telling. I dropped my winter coat on the floor and slouched toward the bedroom. There was a Godiva chocolate on each pillow. Laid out in the middle of the bed was a bra and panty set that I hadn't seen before. They were dark blue, darker than her dress, edged with black lace. In my mind's eye, I could see her modeling them, with that combination of love and sensuality in her eyes that was all her own, that had been all mine until tonight. I took the lacy little garments tenderly into my hands, as if holding them might bring her back to me. It didn't work. I wept.

My wife, my lover, my best friend, had been taken from me by another man. He had casually, easily, plucked her from right beside me, as if he had every right to do so. He didn't care what she meant to me; all he saw in her was a pretty fuck toy for the night. And she had just let him! I didn't matter enough to her to inspire even the slightest resistance. It was as if she, too, thought he had a right to her, stronger than whatever right I had earned by almost ten years as a faithful, loving husband. Yes, it was supposed to be just one night. And the next morning, I supposed. So what? And what would he, and this night, leave in her heart and mind and senses? What could I ever do that would compare to, let alone compete with, the city's hero, the handsome stud, Marc "The Asshole" LaValliere?

Saturday

"Good guys do finish last." I thought, "They always do." My mind, still in a fog, processed everything as in a dream. I mindlessly packed up our clothes. Noticing her bra and panties laid out on the bed, lewd images of my wife fucking the Asshole appeared in my thoughts. Linda fucking him missionary, her legs spread in the air giving another man full access to her being. Linda taking a stranger's cock into her mouth and swallowing his cum. Linda being pawed at, fucked, laughing at me saying I was worthless. I stumbled to the hotel room door with our plans for a night of sweet love making vanquished and replaced by a living hell. Our life together vanished as I closed the hotel room door. Gone.

Aimlessly, I got in my car and started out of the garage. "Why is she doing this to me?" my mind whined. I put more gas on the pedal and drove to nowhere. Tears dripped from my cheek as I passed the landmarks of our life. I found myself subconsciously pulling into the parking lot of the Wendy's we frequented. We had gone there many times during important times of our lives. Our decision to start a family. Wendy's. Buying our starter house. Wendy's. I now looked at the restaurant in the empty middle-of-the-night parking lot. Old snow and ice dotted the asphalt. The building seemed dark, uninviting, run-down. History. My life as I knew it became History not Future.

Still crying, I hit the steering wheel. "Why Linda? Why? God damn you! What now? Where do I go? Shit, the kids. Fuck." My mind was unrelenting. Was Linda always a two-timing bitch? I thoroughly believed, with my whole heart, that she LOVED me, wanted ONLY me. Our life. She was such a good wife. A good mom. A good... lover. Fuck. She's probably fucking Asshole right now.

Fuck. Damn... the kids. What about Emma and Tommy? Linda doesn't want me anymore. I'm no good, a loser. She dropped me even though we had special plans. We're heading for divorce. Shit do I want one? A block away from Wendy's I noticed -for the first time in my life--A Holiday Inn. "Shit. I guess I'll get a hotel." I told myself; the same actions as every man who is contemplating the end of their marriage. Husbands run instinctively towards a hotel; the wife stays home with the kids. That's what happens. That's what society obliges us to do.

"Why? Why Linda?" I cried for who knows how long... but then, slowly, the conversation at the club entered my thoughts. "Jim... you can't divorce Linda. She loves you. You are our rock. We look up to you." That's it, I'm the responsible one. The designated driver. Mr. fucking reliability. Mr. Nice guy. The kind of guy a woman wants to marry.... for security. A security blanket. That's what I am. The nice guy who gets fucked, takes it, and says, "Thank you wife, can you fuck me over more."

I looked up again. The glowing Holiday Inn neon beckoning me to become like all other men headed for divorce. Leave the house... stay in a hotel while the wife stays at home with the kids. What do I get? Alimony payments. A new mortgage. Child support payments! SHE FUCKS and I get fucked.

Suddenly, the anger that took hold in the pit of my stomach, turned into hope. Linda wants Mr. Nice Guy? Fuck her. He's dead. A tidal wave of hope washed over me. I drove home. To MY home. Despair washed away filled with Future. I had the outlines of a plan. I would not run away to a fucking motel. It was my house too.

I tussled and turned all night, but finally daylight forced me up. It was 9am. Emma and Tommy needed to be picked up by 1.

I had to plan. I had hope; an idea that beaconed to be planned. With the help of coffee and a rising clarity that Mr. 'trample-over-me- I'll-make-things-right-for-you' was no longer, I reached for the phone. I called LW, a long-term family friend and recently retired lawyer. LW retired to Florida a year ago and was one man I looked up to. He always seemed to be on top of things. To plan, you need to know your options. LW would help me know my options.

"LW, yeah, it's me Jim. Sorry for calling so early, but umm yeah... do you got a few minutes... I mean more than a few?" I said with a fairly meek voice.

"Jim!" LW said with warmth and inherent positivity, "Good to hear from you! How's things going? Linda?"

"Well, it's..."

"Jim, what's wrong?" LW instinctively guessed. "Linda ok?"

"Yep." LW was still sharp and perceptive as always. "LW... the thing is"... and I proceeded to tell him everything from last night. "... and so here I am, In my house, at eleven am. No Linda. No phone call. No text messages."

"Ouch. Jim, I got to tell you, I've been around a long time, heard a lot of stories... and well, I have to say, this is in the top ten."

I checked a small laugh out of that one and continued. "Here's the thing, I know divorce is an option, but it always seems the guy gets the shaft. I don't want that. I want to be by my Emma and Tommy. I don't want to lose anything because of this. You know? Why should I be fucked when I wasn't' the one fucking?"

"Jim, seems like you humor is starting to come back" LW hummed. "But yeah... As I see it, you do have options. Divorce, Reconciliation, Forgiveness."

"That all seems like it's on me LW. I mean Linda fucks another guy and I have to do the work."

"Well, you could get a post-nup agree..."

"LW, I gotta go." I said abruptly as I heard a distinctive sound of a high-end car pull up into the driveway. I peeked out the curtain so I could not be seen, and what I saw was another gut punch. Linda, with her right calf raised, giving Asshole a passionate good-bye kiss. Asshole grinned as Linda planted both feet on the ground and turned around to go in. He slapped her ass eliciting a sexy wiggle from Linda. Asshole got in his car and yelled, "Keep in touch babe!"

Mr. Asshole deliberately revved up his car's engines to make a scene, and over at the Miller's house, across the street, I noticed Katie Miller looking our way in shock.

"Hey Jim, I'm home." Linda sounded as if nothing strange had happened.

"Linda? I said composing myself with a fabulous idea. "Fuck where were you? Where did you go? What happened to you last night? I've been worried!" I lied feigning like I didn't know what had happened.

"Didn't Dee tell you?" Linda looked shocked and confused.

"Tell me what?" I lied again. "All I know is you left. I went to the bathroom after you didn't come back, scoured the club. I saw our gang, but they just were kind of laughing with each other. They told me you loved me... so I just guessed you went to the hotel room to surprise me. I guessed wrong."

Lindas face fell. My impromptu tall tale seemed all too real, and she had to quickly tell me, in her own words what happened. Genius!

"I um." Linda creaked.

"Where did you go Linda? I was so worried all night." I lied convincingly.

"Marc... I went with Marc." Linda whispered.

"Huh? When did you do that? I thought you just had to go with Dee to freshen up? I thought you left to give me a surprise since we were planning a special night." Linda's face turned red, and I just stared at her. "You planned this?" I challenged. If it was possible for her red to glow red it happened. "You fucked him?"

No answer.

"You left on our special night and fucked another guy?" Another gut punch landed as seeing Linda, speechless, made this whole event a true reality.

"It's still just me, the same old me as always," she said with a taint of embarrassment and despair.

"What? No apology? No, I'm sorry?" I thought. "Why did you leave me Linda?"

"I..." she couldn't get words out. Reality seemed to crash around her. "Jim, what did I do?"

"What did I do?" is she fucking kidding me? "Go take a fucking shower. You smell like a whore. It was true. She didn't seem to have cleaned up from the illicit night. I'll go get the kids. When you can speak again we'll talk." With that, Linda eagerly brushed past me.... No kiss. No, "I'm sorry." She scurried like a scared rat looking for shelter.

I was just about out the door to pick up Emma and Tommy when I got a text from LW. "Jim," it said, "I could hear the pain in your voice. I reached out to a good lawyer friend of mine who lives near you. But she's leaving tomorrow... you can meet her today at 12."

I got a contact card then looked at my watch. It was 11:15. "Damn... Linda will get the kids", I thought, "She has the time." I texted Mrs. Porter that Linda had too much of a good time and will be a bit late picking up the kids. She acknowledged quickly with a laughing emoji, and I went upstairs to let Linda know.

Linda had obviously made a bee line into the shower. When I called, she didn't answer. I opened the door to the bathroom, so she knew she had to pick up Emma and Tommy. When I opened the bathroom door, I saw Linda standing in front of the mirror. Her face, for some reason, shocked and scared.

"Linda," I said sternly, and then she turned around revealing the reason for her trepidation. Bite marks covered her two luscious, full breasts. Big. Dark. A trespass on her beautiful skin. Then another... or at least one, I thought on the inside of her thigh, just below her slit.

"You need to pick up the kids." I said while simultaneously trying to repress the pain of yet another gut punch. Her infidelity all too real. All too visible. "I have to go meet a lawyer." I emphasized 'lawyer' so there was no mistaking my intentions.

I slammed the bathroom door and heard a wail of a cry followed by, "Dear God, Jim No!!!!!" I didn't answer. I just left.

Still reeling from another metaphoric gut punch, I tapped in the address that LW gave me and headed to a divorce lawyer named Diane Killjoy and gave a quiet thanks for Google Maps. I mindlessly executed navigation commands but drove in a trance thinking about Linda and her bite marks. Seeing Linda with such wanton evidence of sex made me want to throw up. I remembered when we were first married, I had started giving her a hickey on her beautiful ass, but she had tensed up and told me matter-of -factly to stop. "Why?" I had asked. "People will see." was the response. I remembered that I asked her naively, "Who would see?" Our one and only huge fight quickly followed. Was she fucking others even then? Even before my angels Tommy and Emma? Fuck. Are they mine?

I cleared my head, got out of the car, and headed in to meet Diane Killjoy. My mind focused on a caricature of a 50ish woman, with an 80's business suit big hair, and tennis shoes. However, I was greeted assertively by a tall, brunette with the body of a volleyball player. Young. Tight. Assertive.

"You must be Jim. LW gave me a quick history. Please sit down. I don't have much time as you know." Diane said methodically.

Reclaiming my senses, and remembering my previous thoughts in the car, I just said, "Yes. Not the best of weekends I suppose. I'm sure you have heard it all." I mumbled.

"Well, to make you feel better I'm working on a case like yours. So, you are not alone. Sorry." She said giving me a sensitive pat on my shoulder.

"Really? Who?" I said out of curiosity, and with a tinge of disappointment knowing I might not be unique.

"Sorry, Jim, is it? Attorney client privilege. Now what can I help you with Jim?"

"Well, this is a sudden thing. But yeah, what are my options? I mean I've heard about divorce. Like I told LW, I don't want to be fu... I mean taken advantage of." I said, slightly under the spell of her beauty.

"Jim, divorce, unfortunately... is rarely pain free. If kids are involved. It is almost never... and of course you know who will get custody of the kids?" Diane said, straight to the point.

I nodded my head in understanding, then enquired, "LW said something. About a post... post..."

"Post Nup... post-nuptial agreement," chirped in Diane. "Yep, that is simple, but almost never agreed to by parties wanting a divorce. Basically, it is just a document that states who gets what financially during a divorce. It doesn't allow you to state who gets control of the kids or anything non-financial. I will say though, since your house is a financial asset, well that's in play."

"Other choices?" I inquired trying to get into planning mode.

"Well, you can go to counseling or suck it up. You can be married, and live in separate bedrooms, and if both of you want to cheat... Diane said a bit hesitantly, "Hey your choice... but again, that just usually prolongs the divorce outcome in my experience."

I just stared into space. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. "What did I do to deserve this" I thought.

"You know Jim, you look like a planner, and you know the best plans take time," Diane continued. "This just happened to you; what, last night? You need some time to get level-headed. My suggestion, work on sleeping and kid arrangements with your wife... I'll be back on Monday. You'll be my last appointment of the day at 5:30." With that, she got up, touched me gently on the shoulder, and saw me out. I turned to shake her hand, but then she gave me a quick, friendly hug. "See you Monday, Jim."

It was 2 pm by the time I left Diane Killjoy, attorney at law. "Ok, Jim. What's the plan? What's the plan?" I still couldn't think. Diane was right, I needed time, as rushed plans always go bad. Rome wasn't built in a day. Linda would probably be home with the kids. The only plan I had was to do no harm to Emma and Tommy. They are my life. But, how could I be in the same place as Linda AND the kids? Shit.

Just then the car audio announced a call from LW. "Hey LW, I announced. You're on speaker... but it's just me."

"You ok to chat Jimmy?" LW is the only one who can call me that.

"Sure." I replied.

"Well, how was Diane?" he asked.

"Ok, she gave me choices, but really there's no choice. I don't want to fuck up Tommy and Emma. I'm so mad at Linda for putting this reality on me and the kids. What do you think I should do?" I asked somewhat in desperation.

"Jimmy, it's still so soon. Why don't you talk with Linda and find out what she wants and why she did it? Linda, at least the Linda I know, is a stand-up gal. She couldn't have changed overnight." I could tell LW was trying to get me not to do anything rash.

"Yeah, well, she cheated on me overnight." I said acknowledging the truth, "But I'm thinking of having her move out for the week, so we can cool off. Thoughts?"

"Yeah, not a bad idea. I'm sure you both need the time. Just don't jump to conclusions and keep a level head ok Jimmy?" I detected a bit of caution in his voice.

"Sure. Shit. I'm just thinking how to do that and not affect the kids. I mean, I just envision me yelling at Linda. Kids crying." I said despondently. "Fuck. LW, I'm at a complete loss."

Then LW brought back a memory that would unintentionally get me back on track. "You know what Jimbo? You can do it. Didn't you major in drama or something? I remember seeing you in plays during high school. You got the acting chops boy. Act!"

That took me back. In high school I was kind of a star. Got a rare scholarship to the U. In college, I wanted to major in Drama, but besides being homeless and poor, what would I do with an acting degree? Yep. Mr. Responsibility. So, I majored in Business. Did pretty well and got me a job with the #1 marketing firm and I was up for a promotion. "Shit, don't mention this!" I said to myself. "If I get divorced, fucking Linda is going to get a god damn promotion for fucking on me. Divorce is not an option! Just then, my mind started putting a plan into concrete steps; incomplete though it may be, but a good start.

Plan Name: Fuck Linda

Objective: Child custody / Mentally, Socially, Physically healthy kids. / Divorce without being fucked

Steps:

1. Revive my acting chops. During the day, I'll be the character, "Mr. Nice Guy." The kids will never know the pain dad is in. Kids happiness is paramount.

2. Linda would leave for one week to give me time. Time to plan, time get ahold of my emotions. Time to come to grips with my new life. Time to get even.

3. Get Linda to sign a post-nup agreement that gives me financial security and fucks her the way she fucked me.

It didn't take time to get my acting going. I pulled up into the driveway not knowing what to expect. Linda's car was in the driveway. Did she get the kids? The question was answered the second the front door opened.

"DADDY!" yelled Emma and Tommy simultaneously. They ran into my arms. "DADDY, mommy's sad. Do you know why? Did you have a good weekend? Can we watch Frozen?"

"Ha... you little munchkins.... You can watch Frozen... if" I paused melodramatically.

"Yes?" the kids said in anticipation.

"If..."

"Daddy!!!!"...

"If your rooms are clean!" I said in a mock stern dad voice.

"Yeah! Frozen. Daddy, watch it with us PLEEEASE?"

"I will in a bit sweeties. I better check up on mommy huh?" I said, feigning sincerity.

I opened the door to our bedroom. I could hear Linda trying to get her crying under control.

"Jim, don't divorce me. Please. It won't happen again." Linda pleaded.

"Fuck you." I spat. Instantly changing away from dad mode to a new character that I still didn't understand. "What the fuck Linda! You don't want ME to divorce you? You're the one out fucking someone else! Don't YOU want to divorce me?"

"No, NO! Jim, I love you. I do. I'd never do anything..."

"To HURT ME?" I finished her sentence like a seasoned married couple. "Well, fuck you. You certainly did on your cheating slut housewife debut!"

Expectedly, Linda started crying and I didn't care. "Linda, I can't understand, and I am so fucking mad. So hurt... did you know what you did would kill me inside?"

"It was just one night! Jim. I don't know why this happened. I love you!" she said not acknowledging the pain she gave me.

"Well, let's see. You danced with him just when we were going to start our special night. Oh... did you forget about that? Dropped my hand and grabbed his like a hot potato. You snuck out like a rat... or should I say you ran away literally like a bitch in heat? And those hickey's. Shit... remember that night when I tried to...?" Linda nodded.... and you said, "No... someone might see?" Who? A secret boyfriend? Is this the only time you've cheated on me? I rambled in anger.

"No... No, I didn't. I never cheated on you... I... IT wasn't me. Jim, I truly don't.... I would never... " her voice trailed as I gruffly interrupted the clearly cheating wife and finished her sentence.

"... sneak off to fuck another man, ruining your vows? Coming home and kissing him in our driveway like a long lost lover? Yes, I saw that... and so did Mrs. March!" I said severely.

Linda just sat staring away, like this was not happening. "She saw?"

"I need you to leave Linda. Go for one week. Hotel, Asshole, your parents. I'll get the kids up and off to school and you pick 'em up and watch them till I get back from work. I'll tell the kids mommy's working on a special project. We'll go to church tomorrow as always. Meet us there. In reality, right now, I hate you. You are a cheating, fucking, bitch to me. I can't even look at you. But we need to pretend to be loving parents, a loving couple. We can't fuck up our kids because you decided to FUCK A GOD DAMM STRANGER." I got my voice under control, but not my emotions.

"But Jim, we need to talk... we need to talk now!" Linda pleaded.

"No, Linda, you don't tell me what to do. You know what... you want to talk? Write me why you left me. Tell me what happened. Detail by detail. Tell me why you did such things. Why your one night was more important than me. Tell me how I am to forget your "one night." When I look at you, tell me how I am supposed to UNSEE those bite marks... a constant reminder how you let a man fuck you while still married. Write me that, then we can talk! Oh, and tell me why I shouldn't divorce your cheating ass... I added playing figurative poker with my wife. I'll read it after tomorrow night. And, I mean tell me all Linda. I don't want any more surprises. Pretend I don't know you, because your actions show that I really don't know the real you."

"But Jim, you know me I'm the same old me..."

"Save it. Leave. Tomorrow. 11am. Church. Bye. I said channeling a tough don't-fuck-with-me character in development. Linda looked at me like she saw a stranger. Trembling, she looked down and left. Make sure you tell Emma and Tommy that you are helping Nana with a special project." I shouted after her.

I watched Linda telling the kids she was leaving. She used her best "nothing's wrong" voice. Luckily for her, the kids were again engrossed in Frozen for the 976th time and she left the house unceremoniously.

The house was quiet without Linda. Well, that changed once Frozen was over. I really just wanted to yell, cry, hit, throw... let out all my emotions for the past 24 hours, but I looked at my precious two bundles and started a bear growl instead. The kids turned away from the ending credits and stared in anticipation. "Urrr," I growled using a booming bass of a bear voice. "I'm hungry" I snapped my head in the directions of the two cherubs... Then I got down on all fours and started going after them. Tommy shrieked first followed by Emma. They ran up the stairs with me, still in hungry bear character, chasing after them. The two ran for the safety of Emma's bed. They both hid under the covers with Emma stating to her younger brother that she would save them. We played for about an hour. It was a long time since I could remember just being with the kids. But then reality struck. Linda was gone. Dinner had to be made. Plans had to be hashed out.

Sunday: The Letter Tells All

The next day, we met in the church parking lot. Linda looked apprehensive, so I asked the kids to run into mommy's arms and see who could jump the highest. Contests aways gets those two. Linda smiled instantly as Emma, the more athletic of the two, won the jumping contest. Linda and I exchanged glances. Hers being a "is everything ok" look while I took on the character of Mr. Nice and telegraphed everything's going to be ok... I mean, we were at church. She looked again quizzically at me. Ah, my acting chops were getting good!

I never really liked our church. To me, it seemed like a ritual that I had to perform every Sunday while Linda was much more of a church goer and church doer; constantly active in bake sales and homeless charities put on by the women's group. The congregation was filled by mostly, what I would call, regular people, people who work hard all week, relaxed on the weekend, and seem to need to start off the new week with a Sunday reminder about avoiding evil. Then, I noticed why I really didn't like going to church. After service, the minister was catering specifically to the wealthier members of the congregation. Notably, Chad Forester, an executive with our city's football team, who was taking up all the time with Minister Greene who seemed to disproportionally offer his praises. As our family passed the "reception" line, Minister Greene quickly took a hold of my arm and introduced me to Mr. Forester.

"Jim this is Chad Foster," minister Greene cheerfully introduced, "he was just telling me how the Mustangs are looking for a new PR firm. Aren't you with Gerson and Hamblin?" Then he introduced me. "Chad, Jim here helps the church out with some of our advertising. He's a no brainer! Local. Parishioner." Was Minister Greene a man of the cloth or a businessman. Perhaps, I thought, both.

Chad sized me up, as I channeled the character: Confident Businessman. "Well Jim, why don't you get in touch with my secretary," he said dryly while looking at Linda with a hint of curiosity. It was subtle, but definitely not Christian-like.

Going on the cocky side of Confident Businessman, I nonchalantly put my hand out for a power shake and mentioned the fact I just closed a deal with our city's Baseball team. His eyes perked up a bit, and I said, unemotionally, "Here's my card. If you are interested, I'll fit you in friend." Classic, friendly power move.

With church over, Linda's parents came to greet us. I was caught off guard not knowing if Linda had talked with them.

"Jim," Linda whispered to me. "I stayed at mom and dad's last night. I didn't tell them anything, just that we needed some space for the week."

Reverting to Mr. Nice Guy mode, I lovingly put my arm around Linda's waist, smiled, and greeted Linda's parents. Duane and Donna are the salt of the earth type. Duane, a retired farmer, looked at me with a faint hint of concern and said, "Hey you two... we'll take the kids for the day. Linda... will you be home for dinner?"

"Yes." I unintentionally blurted out. Shit. Out of character and Duane and Donna nodded in silent apprehension. Tommy and Emma went full on hyper-excited mode as they realized they got to spend the day with their grandparents.

"Linda," I said wanting a neutral public place to talk, "I'll meet you at Wendy's."

Linda looked at me with understanding. "OK. See you in ten minutes?"

It was weird being back at the same Wendy's I was at not even 36 hours before. The place where all of our life events were talked about. Linda must have been thinking the same thing.

"Jim," Linda said as we entered our Wendy's, "remember in college when we came here? We came here because I wanted you. I wanted to be with you. Always. I still do. Jim, please don't divorce me."

She looked sad, but she still did not even apologize that she cheated on me.

"Linda, so many things are wrong. Did you finish the writing assignment?" I asked not expecting anything.

She looked at me with a small nod and reached into her purse. "Jim, I tried to be as truthful as I could be. I don't want this to get in the way of us. But you might get mad about some things."

"Linda, I don't think I can get any angrier. Right now, I look at you and just see a cheating wife." I could see the pain in her face, but couldn't understand why she thought she could leave me, cheat on me, and then think everything would be ok.

I took the envelope and pulled out a set of papers. The top starting off with Dearest Jim.

"I wrote it like a letter Jim. Please, can't we just go home and talk." Linda said desperately.

I could feel anger pulling up inside of me. Still, she hadn't even said, "I'm sorry." Fuck her wishes. "Linda," I said in business mode. "That proposition doesn't sound intriguing. I'll read your letter at home, and we will discuss this after I get home tomorrow. Bring the kids home at 5 for dinner." With that, I took my last slurp of my frosty and left her in her seat. Her image from the window as I pulled away reflected a woman staring blankly out the window with a lot on her mind.

I had 3 hours before the kids came home. With the "confessional" letter in my hand I read it.

My Dearest Jim,

I love you. You want me to write this letter to let you know what happened and to meet your requests. Well, to start off I really don't know why I left. It was so unlike me. Jim, you must know that. Please, you must know that.

Jim, I did not lie. I was all ready to start our night. But when Marc came up from behind me, I was shocked. I didn't see him coming. He was just like already there. I was shocked. I think you would be too. And I won't lie. In that milli-second, I was excited to dance with him; I mean me, a 30 something wife with two kids, asked to dance with a famous football star? Well, you saw. We danced, first a fast one but then he said he just needed one slow dance with me. I don't know why I said yes. I mean... it was Marc LaValliere.... and well, I must admit, I was so delighted that he chose me over Dee and Jane. As we slow-danced, I don't know, I guess I started to relax. I started feeling comfortable like he was the only one present. His body made me feel like I was his possession, and I... well... I mean I kind of liked that feeling.

Marc then told me to meet him in the back. He would be waiting. Jim, please believe me, I really wasn't' myself. I literally felt possessed by him. You know, like those cheap vampire movies. In the bathroom, Dee convinced me it would be ok; that you loved me and would always love me. In my trance, I believed her. When we left, I still felt possessed. I really don't know how else to describe it.

He took me to his house- his mansion. Jim. I just want to say that Marc was always considerate. We had sex and then he took me home. That's all I want to say about it. But you wanted details. So here it goes. When we got to his mansion, he put on some whole house music, and we slow-danced a bit more like at the club. But this time he grabbed me passionately and we went to his room.

Jim, Marc was understanding; he even asked me for consent. He took me. Slowly. I thought that was going to be it. But then we had a glass of wine. He touched me 'down there' while we drank, and I just got so excited. Then we... we fucked. Not slow... like hard. He took me. I had no control. That's probably when he left those marks. I guess I didn't really know they were there until I... you saw them in our bathroom. We did it till 2am and then we fell asleep. I have no idea how he lasted that long. We woke up about 9 and he was rubbing my pussy. He fucked me till I had two orgasms and then I sucked him off. When we were finished, I must have dozed back to sleep. I'm sorry I came home so, so "unprepared."

Jim, you asked me why this night was so important to me. I'm afraid I don't know how to answer that question. It wasn't. I didn't plan it. If you asked me hypothetically if I would leave you for a celebrity, I would definitely have said no. I mean it. But I did, and the memories are there, and they won't leave me mind. I really, just don't know. I don't know if I understand myself. But I know I did it. I don't know how you or I can forget what happened. All I know is I will do everything... anything to make it up to you, my loving husband. I do not want to lose you. I can't make you unsee anything, Heck, I can't un-see or un-feel what I did. I can't undo Friday night. But I can promise to make you happy, to be a faithful wife and mother. I'll do anything to move on and make our family like it was.

Jim, I don't want a divorce. It will harm the kids. Like I said, I will do anything to stay together. Maybe we can talk with Pastor Greene-get counseling. Just please forgive me this one.

Let's talk.

Love forever,

Linda

I couldn't believe this. This letter written to tell me everything said nothing. Fuck. She didn't even take responsibility. She didn't even say, "I'm sorry." She just said, I... felt possessed. I don't know why. FUCK HER!"

Just then I got a text from Linda. "Can I come over now so we can talk? Please. I can't wait till tomorrow. Mom and Dad said they'll take the kids out to Chuck E Cheese."

"Ok."I texted back. Shit. In ten minutes, we will have 'the' talk. A talk that would probably change our lives forever. Was I ready? I had to think quickly. Revisiting my plan so far, I knew I had to have the kids, so it seemed I had to get her to sign a post-nup.

Linda pulled up and I met her in the driveway. I decided I wouldn't yell. I would do a trick I learned from a colleague. The trick is easy; to get people to talk... don't talk. Silence makes most people uncomfortable, and they talk to fill the air. I'll play it cool and unemotionally. Also, I decided I should use my phone app and record or conversation so I could go back and check details. I do this in meeting and then use AI to make quick summaries of the meeting. Of course, I did not mention this to Linda.

Linda got out of the car apprehensively. She too, understood this moment. This talk would be life changing.

Come in, I said quietly, but under emotional control. Man, I was getting my chops back. It felt good. "Do you want something to drink?" I said as I pulled out my phone, turned on my recording app and nonchalantly put it on the table charger.

"No, Jim. I just want to talk. I want this to be over. I mean I want us back together. I want us to go on from this." The trepidation in her voice was clearly heard by both of us.

"Linda, I don't want to bullshit around. You want to talk, and I am guessing that it's about getting 'back together' and forgiving what happened. Linda, I must tell you, I'm not there. Not even close. I have so many questions, even after reading your letter.

"What do you need to know so we can go on Jim?" Linda said trying to lovingly pat my leg.

I flinched at her touch, and she removed her hand. "First, answer these questions I have about your letter." My business and acting acumen had to be on spot. I needed her to sign a post-nup. I had to play my cards and make her believe divorce was the only way to go. I had to reel her in. "You said you "consented" to Mark. Elaborate." I said opening up the conversation.

"Um. Well, he asked me if this was consensual." I just looked at her as if my eyes were telling her to say more. It was quiet for about 30 seconds and then...

"Ok, after we danced, we went up to his bedroom like I said. Then he... we started kissing and well..." Again, there was a pause, but I said nothing. I just looked at her expecting more. "Well, then my dress fell off and he took a step back. He told me how beautiful I was, but he wanted, again, to make sure this was consensual. He was a gentleman. He said, "Linda-- Actually, no he said 'Lydia;, I told him my name was Lydia--you are so beautiful, but before we go on, do you consent to tonight? To all of tonight's activities?"

"Go on," I said.

"Damm it Jim. Yes, I said, "I give you my consent Marc. Take me." Linda said with a bit of anger.

"Thanks Linda." I said in my most non-emotional voice. "You did not mention wearing protection. Did Marc use condoms?"

Linda gasped and looked guilty. Again, I did not say anything. I love this technique.

"No Jim. No, we didn't." Linda said indignantly like it was a stupid question.

"So, you did not practice safe sex?" And I paused for her to admit it.

"Fuck you, Jim. I said No; You don't have to rub it in."

"Are you up on your birth control?" I inquired knowing she would be. She is very fastidious this way as we both agreed that two kids were enough.

"Yes, Linda replied exasperated, "of course."

Still keeping the emotions in check, I calmly asked, "Why were you so out of control?"

"Oh, God. Jim, I said I don't know. How many times do I have to tell you? Shit." Linda was getting irritable knowing everything she said and did was wrong.

Again, I just stopped and waited, a bit longer this time, but after about 40 seconds of uncomfortable silence she blurted a game changer.

"Fine, you want to know why I was out of control, why I did this? Fine. I guess it was just the unknown. The taboo. Doing it with a different..." She stopped. I just looked at her as if there were more.

"A different...??" I said.

"Oh, come on Jim. A different person- a stranger. Something taboo I guess. Fuck." she retorted angrily.

Moving on, I asked, "Ok, so then you had some wine? How much one glass? two?"

"Just one." she said regaining a bit more control.

"So, you really weren't drunk. You left me for a stranger you didn't even know without telling me where you were going. You openly gave your consent and you did this completely sober?" I summarized. Silence was the only reaction from Linda... even after one minute. I continued, "So, you got there, gave your consent for him to fuck you and then you "fucked" him and he "took you" Elaborate."

"Jim?!" she whined.

Again, I just stayed silent. "Tell me. No surprises. What did he do to you? How could you be so out of it even if you were stone cold sober that you didn't realize he was giving you marks?"

Jim. I don't want to talk about this anymore. I wasn't in control. He just took me and did what he wanted. But... yeah at first, I was like "shit, what did I get myself into... but it was all... different. Yes, I was excited. I did orgasm. Multiple... many times. Is that what you want to hear. Your wife is a slut! There. I said it." She yelled in uncontrollable anger.

Linda was nearing hysteria, but I calmly asked, "What did he do that was so different?"

"Jim... please... shit. Well he pounded hard, like for a long time. He spanked my ass. We would do it missionary, then he would pick me up like I was a play doll, put me on all fours and start again. He pulled my hair and spanked me even more. I wasn't in control." She paused. A resemblance of a small, faint smile emerged. She caught herself. "Then he would pick me up and make me ride him... He was so strong and so big. He never asked me what I wanted. He just took me. So, I guess we haven't been like that um, physically with each other. It was new."

"You said you finished him off the next morning?" I continued.

"Yes..." a long pause...."he didn't come in me so he told me to get on my knees and well. I finished him off."

"Did he come in your mouth?" I inquired calmly, but starting to feel a strange sensation from my groin.

Linda was silent and she looked down. She never let me come in her mouth. She knew where this line of questioning was going to go. For her, going down on a guy was just to get him hard before sex. There was no spitting or swallowing with me.

"Did he come in your mouth?" I repeated sharply. My cock unexpectedly rising.

"Yes," she admitted quietly.

"And final question Linda. When you were done for the day, did you ever think about how you would pick up the kids from Mrs. Porter?"

The look on her face was priceless. Anyone looking would understand she did not think of her kids. "No," she admitted. "I assumed you would get the kids. You are Mr. Reliable you know."

"Thank you, Linda." I replied with a hint of malice in my business-man character. I smirked at her while I went to grab my phone. "I guess between you admitting that you abandoned your husband and kids to have sex with a complete stranger... and you weren't practicing safe sex... and thay you admitted I was 'Mr. Reliable" that will help me get custody of the kids." I said holding my phone up, replaying our conversation and playing my cards. Royal. Fucking. Flush!

Linda went pale. "You son of a bitch." I stopped her as I raised my hand in anger.

Just then the door opened, and two bundles of energy exploded from the front door. Time for a character change.

"Daddy, Mommy! We're home! Tommy got stuck in the tubes. Nana had to crawl up and get him. That's funny right? Can we go again?" I smiled wondering just how fast kids could talk when excited.

"Yeah, daddy can we go every day?" Tommy added.

I'm sure acting classes helped me go from one character to another. "Yes, kids. No problem" I winked at Linda's father standing in the living room. "How much did Mr. Chuck E. Cheese rob you this time? 1 million dollars? It was 2 million from me last month?"

Quick on the take, Duane answered solemnly, "Jim, it was only 1.5 million dollars this time." He said trying to hide a laugh.

"Emma, Tommy let's go to Chuck E Cheese tomorrow. I think Bops paid today, I paid last month. Emma, I think, as the oldest, it's your turn!" Emma just laughed and shook her head. "Tommy... your turn? No? Well, I guess we will need to wait till I make another million! Now... go upstairs and brush that peperoni of your teeth!"

Linda's and her mom, Donna, smiled as the kids scurried up the stairs, each one trying to beat the other to the top, and then they turned to each other endearingly laughing at the rug-rat activity.

Duane put his hand on my shoulder and said with genuine concern, "Son, I'm not sure what is going on. It's none of my business, but Linda is really sad. I hope you can work whatever it is out."

"Duane," I looked at my father in law straight in the eye. "I don't see how this will have a happy ending. Ask your daughter what she did. Ask for the truth or if I can share her letter. Thanks for taking the kids today. It was important."

After some pleasantries, Duane and Donna left. Linda came up to me and said, Jim. "Please can I just be with you tonight? I don't want a divorce. I'll do whatever it takes to get us past this."

Switching back characters, I looked at Linda with hatred. "Linda, basically what you said today and in your letter was that you consented to fucking a stranger. You loved taboo stranger sex because and I quote... it was "different." Well," I emphasized very clearly. "I'm not a stranger. I can't compete with the sex or the memories. Furthermore, I saw your smile when you were talking about Marc man-handling you. So, no. Go away. I'll get the kids ready and off to school. You pick them up from school and make dinner. We will have family dinner and then YOU leave. And Linda... you will PRETEND that nothing is wrong. I don't want to hear "Mom's sad" from the kids. It's one thing you fucked things up between us... but it is another if you let this event fuck with our kids."

"Jim... please." Linda whimpered.

"Shut up." I said uncharacteristically. "We can talk tomorrow if you want. I'd be most curious about how I am supposed to move on from this? It's a lot on me Linda. You fuck someone, I have to.. do something-- I have to get over it. I have to pretend it didn't exist. I have to let you fuck strangers so you can feel 'complete'. I have to change. Fuck you. I'm not doing ANYTHING because you decided to ruin our marriage." I was out of character, and I couldn't or wouldn't get back.

"Jim, I didn't mean to... I..." Linda paused as she looked at my reddening face.

"Shut up. You fucking slut. You whore." I said sternly. "Leave now or so help me God I'm going to beat the crap out of you! Tomorrow you can tell me what YOU are going to do IF," I said raising my voice even more, "IF I don't decide to divorce you slutty ass.. And speaking of which.... the first thing you can do is to go to Dr. Smith and get a fucking STD test."

Linda started to protest but withdrew. I showed Linda the door after she told the kids she was off on her 'project.

"Damn." I thought as she left crying to her car. "I think I'll call this character Mr. Asshole... No, that's Marc... Mr. Butthole... gross. Mr. Villian? No..." then a smile came to me. It felt good. Ah, that character is Mr. Don't -Fuck-With -Me! "Kids!" I yelled, changing characters to Mr. Dad. Come help me make lunch for tomorrow!"

They made bologna sandwiches, and I, well, I did most of it, but it was fun. After getting the kids ready for bed, I told Tommy and Emma it was story-time in Emma's room. We gathered on her bed and Emma picked out a book for us to read. After the story, Tommy asked what project mom was working on. I just said it was top secret, and if I told them, I would have to give tummy farts.

"Tell us daddy!" They giggled... then I took a deep breath and blew on Tommy's stomach making a distinctive fart sound. Emma and Tommy laughed. I'm going to do it again... better skedaddle to your bedroom little boy! Tommy left in a flash laughing. I helped Emma set her alarm clock and told her since mommy was working on her project, she had to be a big girl, get dressed by 7:30, and ready for breakfast at 8.00 sharp. She nodded responsibly and I went to Tommy's room and gave the same spiel. Afterwords, I went downstairs, opened a bottle of wine, and reflected on the day's events.

There was still no apology from Linda that she did this. Sure she said she would make it up, do whatever it takes, but sometimes a simple 'I'm sorry. I was wrong' goes a long way. None of that. In fact, she said having sex with strangers excited her. I get it. Linda is an unpretentious radiant beauty. Not like Sports Illustrated or anything, but a wholesome, girl next door look. She literally is a farmer's daughter. But what made her even sexier was not just her demeanor and confidence, but also her concern for humanity, her positive outlook on life and others. That attracted me to her and, to be honest, others at church and in our community. Unfortunately Linda snuffed out her radiance by her in-your-face cheating. Darkness had fallen.

I felt married life was gone. Linda wanted taboo sex with strangers, she wanted to be taken. She didn't want me. That's fine. But she would not have the kids. My plan was solidifying.

But, what I couldn't get past; where would she live? I wasn't going to leave. Our starter house just had the three bedrooms. No guest room. No real privacy. I couldn't sleep with a person who would constantly remind me of the pain she had given me. Yes, I wouldn't divorce her... but... And there it was. But. As in, "but I don't love her anymore." Tears slowly dripped from my chin as I realized, I had no more love for her. It died a slow agonizing death the past two days and probably Linda's admission to consenting was the event that pulled the plug.

I took a sip of wine. Pondered. Then smiled. Our love is dead, but our marriage will still be visible. It will be 12 years of acting. The role of a lifetime. I'll switch from Mr. Good Dad, To Mr. Don't Fuck with me, and maybe, for kicks I'll come up with some more. 12 years before the kids both finished with school. I thought again. "Then I will divorce the bitch." I will create a post-nup that financially splits what we have as of February 29th they day our marriage died. That will be accomplished tomorrow after work when I meet with Diane Killjoy. Hope poured into me as I poured another glass. If Linda fucks.... well then, I'll fuck her.

Just then the buzz of my phone indicated a new message. It was Dee. Linda's friend and enabler.

"Jim, I'm at Linda's parents' house with Linda. What did you do to her?" she accused.

"What did I do to her? What the fuck?" I replied.

"It b 1 night. Its not a lifetime" she texted short handedly.

"Oh, so a one night stand where the lover teases a night of sex and then deliberately goes off to fuck another is ok in your book?" I replied. "You said given the chance you would do it. Would you still? Would you just walk out on Dave? I was sure Linda was there reading my replies. I waited a minute or two and then a reply came. "Yes, if it was with you. Eggplant and kiss emojis." Sensing a setup I just replied, "Well, I'll think about it after I divorce my cheating slut wife. Good night. Oh, tell Linda I'll be home around 6:30 after I meet with my lawyer. Remind her to make sure the kids don't tell me "mommy's sad."

With that, I finished my glass of wine, got into bed and thought, "The fucking worst weekend of my life. I hate to see what tomorrow brings." Little did I know, tomorrow would be one of the best Mondays of my life.

Life Changes or The Best Week Ever

I must say I dreaded waking up. Mondays are notoriously bad. But I was surprised. Emma woke up, got ready and woke her brother. Both ready for something new, they eagerly awaited their morning breakfast. They were also ready to pounce if dad made a mistake in the routine. Let's just say they pounced a lot. We got to school on time and I was just 30 minutes late for work. It was nice being at work, since I had more things to focus on than Linda. Rumors were going around after I landed the baseball team contract, that I would be promoted to district manager. I was happy and eager to see "what I was worth." The extra money would be nice, knowing I would soon be 'single.' Then that Monday went from normal to beyond description. I was called in by Taylor Drummand, the president of the company. He said we are going out for lunch and we would be joined by Steven Henshaw, the vice president. Hope appeared. The rumors that I would move up would come true! Knowing what I had planned for Linda, this turn of events was going to come in handy.

"Sit down Jim. Steven and I have some good news, but some bad news to share with you." Steven, the vice-president and my long term mentor, started off the conversation.

"Jim, we've been working together for the past 7 years. You and your family are special to me. I will cut to the chase. Jim, my kids moved to Seattle last year. And well, Debbie and I decided to downsize and move there to be closer to them. That's the bad news."

I was saddened. Steven had been a great family friend. "Wow, that is great," I got out. Does anyone know?"

Taylor jumped in, "This is where you come in Jim. I regret to tell you that you will not be promoted to district manager."

"Huh?" I thought. My gut sank, Taylor continued trying to repress a smile. "Jim, well there are two things. First, I got a call this morning from Chad Forester. You know, the exec with the football team. He said he met with you the other day, was impressed and wanted you to submit a proposal for managing their PR.. If we get this contract... that's a game changer. He asked for you specifically, Jim, to complete the proposal. Steve and I were talking, and with his somewhat sudden departure... well, we were interested if you would like to take his place?"

Silence. I actually didn't understand what was going on. "Take Steve's place?" was all I said. I guess my face was in turmoil because both Taylor and Steve started laughing.

"Yes, Jim. You are now the vice president of Drummand and Henshaw. He pushed an envelope toward me. Open it up."

The contents were remarkable. In it was a contract with 10% matching, a very sizable increase in pay, and too many perks to fathom. I guess my face betrayed my emotions. I wasn't in character. But then I saw another benefit at the bottom. Something about a house. "Um, I.. I don't... I'm speechless." I said stunned. "Yes! Absolutely yes.!" I then exclaimed. "I got to say. I'm surprised. Wow. But hey, what is this about a house?"

Steven answered. "Jim, we've known each other for a while. You know the house. It's mine. We are all packed. Moving to Seattle Wednesday. I sold the house and much of the furnishings to the firm as an incentive. Like I said, we're downsizing. Can't take everything with us. More importantly Jim, the vice-president has to do a lot of entertaining of clients. I don't think your current house fits the bill. It's yours... or should I say... you get to stay there as long as you are VP!..... or President..." Steven looked at Taylor with a wink.

And there it was. Not a promotion, a life change. Our family had been over to Steven's many times. They had a 2nd story entertainment room looking over the river valley. It boasted 5 bedrooms. A huge master, a guest bedroom with an on-suite, two bedrooms connected by a common bathroom, and another stand alone bedroom off the entertainment area that Steven used as an office. A three car garage, workshop, and professionally landscaped yards with sunset views finished up my memory. I thought I was transported to another multi-verse. "Yes," I said coming back to reality. "When do I start?"

Steven and Taylor laughed, and we toasted. Steve said he was so happy to be able to swindle Taylor into buying the house and making it a company property, so that I could seamlessly become VP and entertain the "select" clientele family style. We got back to the office, and a huge surprise party ensued. Details came left and right. A moving van was pre-ordered and an allowance was made for refurnishing the place. The only thing I was worried about was how silly it would be driving our beater cards into such a fancy garage.

Unfortunately, I had to leave early. I was on a high, but I had an appointment at 5:30 with Diane Kildare to go over my options with Linda. I liked Diane. She was to the point. No time would be wasted.

Diane started, "Ok Jim. What have you thought about?

"Diane, here's what I need," I said channeling my "Boss" character. "I would like two envelopes. one marked DIVORCE. Fill this with a bunch of nonsense papers. The other, label "Post-Nup." The post-nup, I would like to have the following: In the event of a divorce by either party. 1. House goes to me. 2. Our bank accounts, 401Ks and IRAs split 50-50 AT February 29th amounts... that was the day Linda killed our marriage." I said and continued. "The house is to be sold, and the equity put into trust for the kids' future. Our pensions are not shared. From March 1st, whatever Linda makes by working is hers. Whatever I make by working is mine. Does that work?"

Diane smiled. "I like you Jim. A lot. You are to the point like me. No wasting time. Give me 5 minutes." Diane got to her computer and within 5 minutes printed out a Post-Nup with all I said, in legalese. Diane smiled again. "Jim, if this doesn't work out, and you do need a divorce. Come see me. I mean, I'd like to see you. In the meantime, here you are." She handed me a manilla envelope entitled divorce and one entitled Post-Nuptial Agreement Between Jim Lancaster and Linda Lancaster.

It's funny how one day can change your life. Saturday changed my life in an extraordinarily bad way, But Monday, more than made up for it. And it was going to get even better.

I got home at 6:00pm. Linda had dinner waiting. I walked in, and instantly put on my dad persona, "Daddy, Mommy played games with us!" I was happy to hear this. Linda looked like nothing had changed. She was wearing a nice dress with two straps. It showed a tease of her cleavage and full breasts. It played into the girl next door, or farmer's daughter character. It was cute and very sexy in a modest way. I caught myself wondering that if she was a complete stranger, I would have loved to grab her and fuck to no end.

Dinner was great. Linda went all out and I made the kids help me with the cleanup. After homework help, teeth brushing, and story, the kids were out. Linda waited downstairs for me with two glasses of wine. "Jim, I've been really trying to figure out how I can make this up to you. I can't even imagine what you must think of me. But, please, know I love you. Like I said, I will do anything and everything to make it up to you. Please don't divorce me." Tears started to come down her cheeks. God, she just looked so innocent in her clothes today.

Getting ahold of myself, I put on Mr. Don't Fuck With Me. "Linda, you need to know that my love for you died that night. I don't see how anything will change that. But, it is OUR duty to make sure Tommy and Emma are not affected." I took out the two envelopes from my briefcase. The one on top had divorce written all over it. Linda's tears came more. Then, I separated the two, and she saw the second envelope labeled Post Nuptial Agreement. She stopped. "Linda, it is your choice: divorce or sign this post-nuptial agreement. She opened up the post nup and started reading. "Basically, Linda, I divided things up fairly from what we made the past 10 years. Going on. What you make is yours. What I make is mine.

"Jim. We have been together for 12 years, 10 married. I trust you. I don't want a divorce. If I sign this, does it mean we can get back to normal?"

"Linda, I'm not a fortune teller," I said honestly with deceit. "Right now, you are a stranger to me. The Linda I knew and loved died on February 29th. I cannot say I love you. I don't know who the fuck you are."

A faint smile appeared on her lips. Oh god, her beautiful full, red lips. "So, Jim, there's still a chance?" Not wanting to lie, I simply shrugged my soldiers.

"Linda, if you noticed on the post-nup, you don't get any money from me if we get divorced. I wholeheartedly suggest you start looking for a full time job. I will stay married to you for the kids sake, not yours. Only time will tell if we can become 'normal.' This will also be a last chance." I emphasized. "If you sneak off again like a bitch in heat, I'll divorce your ass. If you have any kind of "affair, sexual or emotional, we're done. You told me yesterday you got off on having sex with a stranger. Just know, if that happens, we are done. The money you make from now on is yours. You don't touch mine, my pension, anything. Understood? She nodded. "And, if we do go through a divorce, I am sure the hell going to submit your letter and your "taped" interview as evidence against you. The kids will be with me.

"I agree 100 percent Jim." Linda said shockingly. "I am true to my word. Friday night was a one and done. It will never ever happen again. Give me those papers." Linda signed. My plan was set in motion.

And then, if possible, Monday got even better. Linda got up from her chair, walked over to me and flipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders. She got down on her knees and slowly started unbuckling my belt. My zipper opened; her warm hand caressed my quickly engorging penis. Her lips opened seductively as they reached the tip of my member. God, those luscious lips. Then to make the seduction complete she looked up at me with her beautiful blue eyes and wholesome face and mouthed, "I love you." Her lips wrapped around my penis, her tongue explored the ridges around my shaft. Warm, wet, heavenly. Her left hand started stroking me while her right hand seductively cupped my sack. Her rhythm picked up slowly, steadily. I could feel her hot breath. Her head bobbing up and down. My muscles started to tighten, my breathing heavy and then she stopped, looked at me and said, "Let's take this upstairs." My penis, though disappointed, rationalized more to come in the privacy of our bedroom. Linda took my hand and guided me. I followed. Her beautiful swaying ass hypnotizing my brain. She opened our bedroom door and slowly turned around. Her blue eyes met mine as she seductively pulled down the rest of her dress, revealing a dark blue bra and panties. They looked familiar. "I got them from the hotel Jim. They were for you." She spread her legs, moved the crotch of her panties to the side and looked at me seductively. "Take me Jim. Take me. I need you." I stepped forward, my brain screaming in anticipation. I stepped out of my pants, held my engorged penis in hand, my cock quivering with excitement. Linda spread her glistening wet pussy lips with her fingers. She wanted it as much as I did. We needed to reclaim our marriage. The tip of my pre-moistened tip touched her quivering lips. Her hands, warmly started to guide me in.

My brain, jealous that my penis was doing all the thinking, chimed in. "She gives her consent Jim. She gives her consent!" I stepped back. My penis noticeable deflating in Linda's hands. Anger, quickly overpowered embarrassment. Looking at my wife, my brain chose what I saw, a manipulating cheater, trying to make things normal. "Linda, sorry. This isn't going to happen. All I saw as you spread your legs what a cheating wife being fucked by an asshole. Get out. Go home," I said recovering from a moment of weakness. I put on Mr.-Don't-Fuck-With-Me. "I can't do this. I don't love you anymore. You are nothing but a stranger to me."

Linda looked at me quietly; solemnly. Then a twinge of a smile came to the sides of her mouth. She recovered, and slowly went back to her knees, placing her head just inches from my deflated cock. She looked up, pouted her full red lips, and my former farmer's daughter wife said, "Stranger, my name is Lydia. I've been a bad girl." With that, she lowered her head and licked the top of my cock. What's your name stranger?" she said right before her tongue ran itself from the base of my cock to the tip. She looked again, like she was an innocent. Her head bobbed slowly up and down. My cock started filling up watching her beautiful face take the first two inches of my cock. She looked up again. "Stranger, please don't hurt me, but I need to be punished!" Those words, for some odd reason, created an instant inflation. Linda, no Lydia's moaning became louder. She could feel the heat coming from my cock. She did the same motion. Up and down on the first two inches of my cock.

Now, I'm not a pretentious person, but I know my cock is bigger than most. It's not a monster, but early on in our marriage, I overheard Linda bragging about it to Dee. I never compared. I never cared. But right now, animal instincts kicked in. As Linda bobbed up and down, my brain helped me understand. "You don't lover her. She killed your love. She is just a piece of meat. She'll try to make things the way they were, but you know she gets off with new dick. Fuck her like a stranger. No strings attached. Fucker her like Marc fucked her. Like a cheap cheating wife." If Linda wanted to play a "stranger game" great. But it will not get us back together. Linda killed my love. Still bobbing, I looked down at her. A grin painted my face, "Lydia, do you like my cock?" I inquired.

"Yes, I love it. I want it." She said and continued to bob. I grabbed her hair tightly, eliciting a surprise "ooh."

"You love it, so you're going to take it all slut." I slowly pushed in. two inches, three inches, four inches, five inches. This was way more than Linda had ever given me. Then, I pulled back and very slowly pushed in again. "That's right Lydia. Take it. Take it all." She gurgled an acknowledging sound, and I kept pushing slowly in and out of her hot mouth. Her saliva, mixing with my hot pre-cum. Then I decided to take it more. She had to take all of my eight thick inches. "Your good Lydia, but I want it all. Take it all." I reasserted the grab on the back of her head and pushed her head down onto my cock. Her hand tried to push away, but I kept the 6 inches she had swallowed in her mouth. Then I pulled out. She breathed and looked at me. Her eyes wide, but not scared. They were eyes that showed determination.

"Give it to me stranger! Fuck my mouth! Come in my mouth stranger!" Linda screamed and then she willfully engulfed my cock. Two inches, four, six. I grabbed the back of her head and slowly pulled her head to me. She almost had it all, just an inch before my cock fully disappeared into her hot, welcoming mouth. I pulled out and thrust in again slowly... The tip of my cock feeling the back of her throat. It felt good. It felt savage. I pulled out again then thrust back in faster. Her breathing became erratic. I thought I should slow down, but the feelings of dominating this stranger's mouth was too intense. I kept going faster. Pulling her hair harder, Linda moaned, screamed, and let out unintelligible grunts. I was about to cum. Cum into this stranger's mouth. Linda never would have let me do this.

Empowered, I picked her up by her hair, and forced her to lay on her back with her head dangling off the bed. I came around, placed my cock back in her mouth and started pumping again. It was a different feeling. My penis touching different areas of her mouth and throat. She started squirming and moaning. I reached out and started stroking her slit as Linda's stretched mouth stroked my cock. Faster, faster, we both stroked. Her moans became louder, my cock, harder. We were both about to cum. Linda came first. Her legs started to quiver. She pushed on my legs to free herself of my cock and let out a not-so-subtle sigh. Hearing her pleasure, my cock signaled it was ready. I pulled Lydia up off the bed and back onto her knees. I forced my cock back down her throat and held it there until my member signaled it was time. I pulled out of her warm mouth, making a smacking sound. I came the hardest I had in years. Ropes of my hot cum splashed all over Linda's beautiful wholesome face. Breathless, we both collapsed on the bed. Linda, made of show of using her fingers to get the cum on her face into her sweet mouth.

After a couple of minutes of recovery, Linda lovingly stroked my cheek. "I'm so glad we are back together." she said. My brain was in turmoil. My plans upended by one night of the best sex I've had with my wife in a longtime. She snuggled close to me assuming she could stay the night. We both dozed off into much need sleep.

The next two weeks were amazing. We moved into our new house. The kids were in heaven. Luckily, the kids could keep going to their old school. So, except for a 5 minute longer commute, nothing changed. Linda took the kids to school; I got used to my new position. There were more meetings, more clients to meet, but I found the challenge exhilarating.

For her part, Linda was being the perfect mother. She was also trying to be the perfect wife in bed, but I could not get over her infidelity. At night, Linda tried to make love to me, but I had a mental or emotional block. I could only get hard, thinking of Linda as Lydia. She saw through this, and at least 3 times a week she would put on her Lydia persona. One night, she mentioned how naughty she was and needed a spanking. Another night, she looked into my eyes and pretended she was drunk, and said, "Please, don't take advantage of me... I'm a virgin." Each time, Linda uncharacteristically finished me off in her warm, eager mouth. Sometimes she swallowed, once she asked me to paint her face. I enjoyed Linda's newfound eroticism. We also enjoyed new positions. Before, most of our sex was confined to the missionary position or her on top, now we both found that we enjoyed doggy style. She seemed to like the dominance of it, while I enjoyed the view of plowing into her, the site of her quivering but cheeks, and yes, her forbidden anal opening. I couldn't tell if her new eroticism was her trying to make things up or were things she experienced and wanted to relive, but it definitely worked in my favor.

We did hit a snag once in those two weeks. On Thursday, Linda came into the bedroom wearing a pencil skirt and white blouse and said in her sultry voice, "Oh, professor, I didn't get the papers corrected like you wanted. Please don't be mad!" Though work was taking a lot of time, I still managed to drift into fantasy now and then. I always fantasized about taking Linda's anal virginity since I was too late for the other virginity when we got married. I tried several times throughout our married life, and each time was rebuffed with, "Jim, not that. It's a sin." This time, she was ready, I thought. She said she would do anything.

Linda played the part of teacher assistant very well. I told her to get on her knees, and she went down on me, and took me all the way. It was erotic. "Professor," she cooed, "cum in my mouth, I'm fertile this month, and I don't want to get pregnant. Please?" she play-begged. I grabbed her hair and pretended to be angry.

"Look here, Lydia, I'll do what I want. I'm going to fuck you... but don't worry my young assistant, I'll pull out and you can swallow all my baby fluid." I said trying on my best alpha male persona while grabbing her hair tighter and forcing her on her knees. "Suck my cock Lydia."

"Yes professor." She cooed again licking up and down my shaft. She kept looking doe like at me which made my cock throb instantly. I have to say, she was getting very good and sucking my cock the way I liked it and could now consistently take all eight inches. "Do you like that professor, am I doing it right this time?" She softly mewed mimicking a little girls voice.

"Yes, but now my sweet young assistant, I want you to suck on my balls. Take them all in your mouth. Carress them with your tongue." Linda was stunned. She didn't quite know what to do, as if it was an act she never did. "Do it!" I said authoritatively. Linda hesitantly grabbed my ball sack and started licking down my hard shaft. She went further down until her lips could reach my shaven sack. I walked a little over her head and she opened her mouth and sucked them in with her warm, wet mouth. This was the first time we did this. It felt wonderful, "Suck them more Lydia." I put my rock-hard cock back in her mouth and fucked it quickly, her red lips moving up and down my cock willingly. It was now that my Alpa male character took control.

I picked her up and put her on her back and quickly pulled down her skirt and panties revealing very slick pussy lips. I lowered my head to her sex and gently sucked on her nub. She let out a light scream but muffled it with her hand not wanting to wake the kids. I licked her to orgasm, and she pushed me gently away signaling her post-orgasm sensitivity. Taking her cue, I flipped her over and started biting her ass. She let out an "ahh" as she knew what I was doing. Marking her. Taking her back. Sucking hard to put my own bite mark on her ass. Linda was wiggling with pleasure. Then I suddenly opened up her cheeks, revealing her anal opening. I moistened my tongue and gently licked it.

The response was instantaneous. Linda muffled her screams in her pillow, and reached back forcing my head more into her forbidden hole. "Oh god, this feels so good Jim. Yes... lick it, lick my asshole. Shit. Yes!" Linda's leg started to quiver, her breathing became shallow as another orgasm rocked her body. Quickly, I stood up, my throbbing cock ready for her. I entered her from behind quickly. Thrusting my manhood deep inside her welcoming pussy, she buried her head again in her pillow screaming, "God yes! Don't come in me professor, don't come in me!"

It turned me on for some reason, having dominance. I took it up a notch, by placing my thumb on the entrance of her virgin ass and gently rubbed a circle around her entrance. Linda screamed in ecstasy even more, and while she did, I opened a small bottle of lube I had in my bedside table drawer. Linda, wiggling in pure bliss, didn't notice the fluid dripping into her hole. I pulled out of her wet pussy and slowly aligned my cock to her lubed asshole. This was it. I was going to take my prize. I pushed in, slowly, Linda breathing heavily. I could see my tip slowly enter.

Suddenly, Linda screamed and flipped on to her back. "Noooo! Not that! It's a sin. Jim, it's a sin." She quickly recovered, put my deflating cock in her mouth, and said, "Fuck my mouth professor. Cum in my mouth." But the damage was done. My cock retreated into sadness. The night was over. Linda apologized, I kissed her, still disappointed, and we went to sleep.

A Second Betrayal

The next day, Friday, was exhausting. The demands of my new position, kept me in the office till eight. When I got home, Linda had dinner waiting, and the kids in bed. She really was trying her best to be the perfect mother and wife. She uncorked a bottle of red, poured a glass and we sat on the couch. Like old times.

"Honey, I'm so sorry about last night," Linda started abruptly. "You know it's against our church teachings. But, but, Jim when you licked me there, touched me there... it felt so good."

I was actually tired and didn't want to talk too much, but this was the first real talk we had for a long time. I haven't forgiven Linda, but I was having feelings for her again. I looked at her. Her beautiful, radiant face. It had looked hardened and sad, but it seemed to have been brought back to life.

"Jim, I love you. I want to let you know, the last couple of weeks, well sexually, have been amazing. I need to tell you, what I said, you know, the letter, I said it was exciting because of someone new, different. Taboo." Linda was having a tough time getting this out, but I stayed silent and let her talk. "Well then, when you said I was a stranger... then you must be one too. Don't you see Jim. I combined it. My love for you and the thrill of the taboo. You know, role playing. I love it. But I just want you Jim. No one else. You are all I want and all I need."

I took a sip of wine, smiled at her, and said jokingly, "Ok, but someday I do want your luscious beautiful ass!" She hit me on the shoulder but then crawled up to my lips and she kissed me warmly; affectionately. I kissed back, floating; feeling like our problems were melting away. A feeling of love and desire washed through me.

We settled in. Linda looked into my eyes, with a knowing wink. "I love you Jim. Never forget that big guy." She reached for my cock and played with it a while under my pants. It was just touching. No roleplaying, and for the first time, my member reacted. Slowly, Achingly, I was getting a reaction from Linda and not Lydia.

The loving moment vanished when Linda's phone buzzed alerting her of a text message. She opened her phone, grinned, and texted something back. Within seconds, her phone lit up again. Linda grudgingly picked up her phone and gasped, "oh my goodness." She punched in some more text, which was quickly followed by more buzzes. "What's going on lovey?" I said using my affectionate name for her that I had not used in over a month. She stared at her phone and then me.

"It... it's him," she replied. "He wants to hook up with me tonight and I told him no.... but he won't stop."

"Let me see." I said putting out my hand towards her phone. She let me see the text thread. There was a text from yesterday, that said, "You up tomorrow?" In which she replied a simple "No thanks." Today's first message stated, "Girl, I'm waiting for you at the club. I need you." Again, Linda, simply replied, "No thanks" which was followed by a dick pick of the man himself. I had to laugh, as I showed Linda the screen. "Seriously," I said, "this is what this is all about?"

"As I said Jim, I don't know why I did this... maybe it was the stranger thing, the novelty... I really don't know. I wasn't being me... but yeah... you can truthfully brag that you are better hung than a professional black athlete." She said with a wink.

I was glad we were able to start laughing about this. We weren't in the clear yet, but at the one moment, I felt I could trust Linda again. She wasn't hiding "Asshole" messages from me. She was being truthful.

Then things went south. Fast.

Still looking at the screen, Asshole texted, "Look bitch. You get yourself over to the club now or I will go to your house and pick you up from your cucky husband. Your call."

"Whoa." I gave the phone back to Linda. She turned white. "Looks like Asshole is a genuine asshole after all." Feeling miffed that this was going on, but with an urge to protect Linda, I re-took the phone from her hand, and texted Marc. "This is Linda's husband. Asshole. If you harass her anymore, I'll call the cops."

"Hey cuck. Your wife was the finest white MILF I've had in a while. You can't blame a guy for trying. Oh, has she let you fuck her in the ass lately?" As I read the last post, a video appeared. Linda asked what was going on and I showed her the thread. When she saw the video, she instantaneously tried to grab the phone out of my hand. Sensing something was wrong, I tightened my grip, and turned up the volume.

The video started with a still title, "White housewife loses ass-virginity." Then after about 5 seconds, Marc's image appeared and you could see his sizeable cock lined up against Linda's anal entrance.

"No Marc, not that, please, it's a sin." I could hear Linda saying.

"Linda," Marc seemed to snort, "you got what you came here for, this is what I want. You'll love it. I promise." With that, the cameras seemed to instinctively zoom in on her ass. Marc's cock slowly entering her as Lina grunted. "Yea, Lydia, take it... I'm going to take you places baby." Linda still grunted, or maybe whimpered. The video skipped a bit later, with him pounding Linda's ass. Her ass cheeks rippling, and his hand slapping her clearly red ass. "Who's ass is this?" Marc called. There was no answer, followed by a slap on Linda's ass. "Who's ass is this?" he said again.

"Yours Marc. My ass is yours!" Linda screamed while breathing hard in ecstasy. Her wholesome body being used willingly. Those words punched me harder in the gut more than that fateful Friday night, but at the same time my cock unexpectedly started coming to life. Linda turned white; motionless as if she was looking at a ghost. It was quiet, except for the continuation of the video that echoed through both our brains. "That's right slut, this ass is mine. All mine. You ain't going to let your husband have this ass are you Lydia?"

"No, it's yours Marc,... Oh god. I'm so full, fuck. I'm going to cum! Fuck my ass Marc. Fuck it. It's yours." Her body almost in spasms, the video ended with a still of Marc's cock impaled in my wife's ass, saying. "White housewife cucks husband, bad!"

Linda, was mumbling, "Oh, god no." repeating almost incoherently. I was beyond angry and mortified, but my cock was rock hard after watching Linda's face contort in pleasure and losing control while being dominated by the black athelete.

"Get under control," I told myself, "work the problem. Work the problem." I texted back. I have pictures of your cock and verifiable tattoos on your back side. DO NOT text again. If you do, I will take this to court. Linda did not consent to being video taped I'm sure."

Almost in anticipation, Marc replied with a laughing face emoji, and "FYI you fucking cuck." Another short video arrived seconds later.

Lynda rocking back and forth, was still mumbling, "Oh, my god No. Oh, my god no."

The second video began. Linda was in her blue dress kissing Marc. Marc slowly backed off, revealing Linda by herself. Her eyes looking at Marc, but as the same time just off from a camera. "Marc, I consent," she said. "You can do anything you want. Take me. I'm yours." And then she flipped the straps off her shoulders, and slowly, seductively lowered her dress down, revealing her full breasts and the her whole body. The dress, dropped to the floor and then Linda, my wife of 10 years, sat on the bed, spread her legs, and gabbed Marc's penis and guided his manhood inside her. "Fuck me like no man has ever fucked me before!" she demanded.

"Happy Divorce Lydia and Cuck!" texted Marc for the last time.

"You. Fucking. Whore." I couldn't think. I wanted to slap her; punch her in the gut. Instead, I looked into Linda's eyes, and said, "So, you gave your precious God fearing ass to Marc? Then denied me, just like he told you?"

"No, it, I can't explain, no!" Linda was crying more than I have ever seen. They were primal screams of pain.

"And you... you gave consent to him to record you? YOU guided his cock inside you" I asked incredulously.

"No..! No! That's... I didn't know. Jim. No."

"Did you let him ass fuck you?" I asked point blank.

There was no answer. My marriage was dead. It was a long weekend full of acting. I bought a used CPAP machine and put it in my room so I could let the kids know that mommy was going to sleep in the guest room because my machine was too loud for her. Perfect cover.

A Snag In The Plan

That Monday, just before going to work, I informed Linda that she had better be looking for a full time job. Divorce was coming. She looked at me white as a ghost.

At work, I had a conference call with Steven, the former VP. He asked how everything was going and I let him know that most aspects at work transitioned rather smoothly. But then he inquired about Linda and the kids. I couldn't lie to my old mentor. "Steven," I said. My voice betraying the sadness I felt, "We're having a bit of difficulty."

"Oh, yeah, I get it. You and Linda have been married, what, 10 years. It happens. It did for me, but you know, you have a good woman and those bumps work out." Steven said not knowing my predicament. "And you know, Linda IS a good woman, Jim. Smart. Sexy. Kind. You got the whole thing! Just remember, as VP you need to entertain clients, you need to protect the company's reputation as a good, family-oriented company. Those customers notice the small things, especially when they are putting up millions of dollars. I tell you, I lost several contracts when Debbie was gone, and it was just me. A good woman makes the contracts seem like a family affair. It's our secret weapon, and why you got the house."

"Yeah, I know. We'll work it out." I lied suddenly realizing divorce could really well cause me to lose the house and my position. The rest of the day was filled meeting with my team on the football proposal. It was going well, and they came up with some clever ideas. I was sure we would secure the multi-million-dollar contract. Then reality set in. Taylor, the company president called me in and he personally shut the doors and blinds. "This would not be a positive meeting." I thought. My foretelling was accurate.

Taylor looked at me with a bit of apprehension. "Jim, I need you to keep this quiet. I just learned the company is having some financial issues and it is very plausible, if we don't get the football contract..." He didn't finish the sentence. He didn't need to.

I kept my emotions in. Two life changing events in 5 minutes. Shit. "Taylor, I just met with the team, I think they have a top notch plan. I'm pretty confident."

"Yes, but you are young. Let me tell you, the execs on the football team didn't get there on charity. They are going to want something if they are going to sign the contract. We run in similar circles, and by reputation, they are not what they portray themselves as."

"What do you suggest?" I asked out of curiosity.

"Make sure when you meet with them in two weeks, you have top shelf liquor. Lots of it. Get the kids out of the house for the night as they like to drink."

"Is that all?" I said, already knowing this.

"Well, you may want to invite some... 'closers.'" Taylor said carefully.

Now, I was confused. "Closers?" I said naively.

"Yes, Jim. Prostitutes." Taylor said in a quiet matter-of-fact tone. "You don't need to, we are a family company... but I can't emphasize enough how much this contract means to the people working here."

I went back to work. The recent news pressing heavily on my conscious. However, by 6pm on my commute home, the problems of the firm left and the problem of Linda came back in full force. It became obvious that I could not divorce her. I needed her. It was a symbiotic life relationship. We both needed each other to live, or we would die. Just like fucking nature.

Getting home, Linda was outside with the kids since the sun was out and the temps finally passed 60 degrees. I smiled. Seeing my kids play, giggle, and scream always brightened my day. I needed some brightening. Linda's phone buzzed, breaking the tranquility of the kitchen. My brain quickly thought of last night, and I instinctively picked up Linda's phone and prepared myself with a text encounter with Mr. Asshole. I put in Linda's password and acknowledged to myself, how much we trusted each other in the past. But the text that I read was not from Asshole, rather it was from Dee. The texts from Linda and Dee added fuel to my burning hatred of Linda.

The text chain started from Dee on that fateful Friday night. "Girl, have fun. I'm jealous!"

Linda responding early in the morning before she came home. "Fuck, Dee! Fuck that was good."

"Tell me about it! Was he big?" Dee wrote.

"Not as big as Jim... actually... but yeah... he was an athlete and his muscles were rock fucking hard."

There were no texts from Dee until that Monday night when Dee asked, "U 2 ok?"

Linda, didn't respond until after 12 that night. "Dee, I'm in trouble. Jim is going to divorce me."

Dee replied confidently, "Girl, you are a hot package, the best mom. Jim is too good a guy to give you up. He knows it. Just blow him. You know what they say, 'A blowjob a day keeps the lawyers at bay!'"

Linda replied, "I'll let you know how it works!"

Later that week Linda texted Dee, "BJs working... having best sex ever. Even better than with Marc!"

Dee replied shortly after with, "Jealous!" and a heart emoji. Today, Dee texted, "Any chance the group can go dancing again?"

Revenge and Renewal

I saw the kids and Linda coming in from the backyard. A 'revenge' plan took shape in my mind and I deleted the last text from Dee. Revenge! Revenge on Linda, who lied to me. Revenge on Dee who enabled my wife. Revenge on the group for not having my back. The plan would take all my acting abilities.

The kids saw me from the backyard and ran into my arms; I genuinely squeezed them, and started playing tickle tag. Linda, looked at me, then directed the kids to go upstairs to get cleaned up. "Inspection in 10 minutes kids!" she said. She then looked at me, and asked sweetly, "Jim, are we ok? You haven't talked to me since Friday night.

"I guess by your lying, you want a divorce?" I said trying to maintain calm. I had a plan of action.

"No, Jim. Please. I don't know why I did those things. I didn't know he was videoing. You got to believe me."

"Why the fuck should I believe you? Give me one reason Linda. One." I retorted back.

Linda looked at me. "Because I love you," she stated. "I always have and I always will."

Her words ringing hallow, my mind started to implement my revenge, which required the Mr. Nice Guy persona. I had to get Linda to think I was going to forgive her.

"Linda. Ok. You are no longer sleeping with me. Right now, if you can imagine, I am raw." I said then glanced upstairs. "I'll do it for the kids. Not you. No blow job is going to make me come back to you." That might have betrayed my snooping at Dee's texts, as Linda looked inquisitively at me but said nothing. Give me a week. Ok?" I said meekly.

"OK, Jim. For you. For us." But Jim, I need to tell you this. I'm done being yelled at. I know what I did hurt you. But I have tried the last weeks to help you get over it. Can't you see I have never lied to you. Yes, last night was shocking, yes, I get it, but I never lied.

"Never lied?" I thought. You telling Marc that shit and then denying me?" Smiling, I continued with my Mr. Nice Guy character. "Linda... thanks for your honesty. I was surprised and hurt after Friday night, but I tell you what, I need to face my fears. Let's go back to the club and go dancing with the group.

To say Linda looked surprised was an understatement. The tension in her face melted, leaving only momentary joy. "Yes, oh my god Jim. I would love that. Can I text Dee and get it set up?" Linda said excitedly.

"You bet." I smiled softly. "Anything to help move us forward. I miss the great sex we were having." She bought Mr. Sensitive. Hook. Line. Sinker. Playfully, I added, "One rule though Linda... no leaving with an athlete"

The club was a go for the group. Linda told the other couples I wanted to get over what happened and move forward. Which was not lying... it's just really how you interpret. Knowing that Dee was jealous, and that Linda had texted her that we were having the best sex, helped make my plan easy.

The work week went by quickly. My team was making a top-notch proposal that I was sure could not be turned down. On Wednesday, I called Dee. She was a bit shocked, but I told her we had been friends for almost 7 years, and I wanted it to last. "Dee, I just want to dance and have fun. I want to get over what happened. So, when we meet, let's get past the awkwardness, drink, dance and make merry."

"Oh Jim. I'm so happy you are doing this for Linda... for us. You're a good guy, the best!" gushed Dee.

"Just save a dance or two for me Dee. Maybe even a slow one," I flirted. If you could hear blushing, I did.

Being a new VP, I didn't know as much as I should have, but with all organizations, there's that one institution who knows how everything is done. For me, that was Marylynn, our 60 something office manager. "Marylynn," I said, "I was told we sometimes need to 'entertain' clients. I'm assuming there's a protocol for setting up hotel rooms that can't be traced back to us?"

Marylynn smiled a knowing smile. "Yes, just let me know the hotel. I'll book the room under a pseudonym. Got something harder for me young man?" she said with all inuendo implied.

I gave Marylynn a wink and a suggestive smile, letting her know I understood her comment. I gave Marylynn the name of the hotel and the room number, if possible, to book and her hands went into a flurry of typing. Within 5 minutes, she had the room booked, the alias's name and asked if I wanted to get the keys delivered beforehand. "Yes, that's perfect." I said deliberately looking her up and down." Two can play the inuendo game.

That night, when I got home, Linda was busy preparing dinner. She came up to kiss me, and after an initial repulsion, I got back into the Mr. Forgiveness character and pretended to kiss her passionately back. "Are we all set for Friday night?" I asked inquisitively.

Linda's eyes brightened and told me all the plans she and Dee made. "So far, so good." I thought. After dinner, homework help, and some backyard soccer practice, Linda and I got the kids to bed. It was Linda's night for story time, so I went downstairs. Linda had left her phone on the kitchen counter, and I wondered if Asshole had tried texting again. I checked. Luckily nothing from Asshole, then I saw a thread from Dee. Most of the thread concerned planning for Friday night, but the last two texts concerned me. Dee had texted Linda if all was ok. Linda replied, "Well sex had been great, but now we are in a slump again. He has me sleeping in the guest bedroom" That text was sent just before I came home and Dee hadn't replied yet. I figured I would increase my chances of Friday night going as planned. I replied to Dee's text as Linda, "Shit, Dee, sometimes I think it would be easier if he would just fuck a hot female athlete. Then we would understand each other. I'm getting tired of this. Any suggestions?" I pressed send. Dee quickly responded with a "no." I deleted the last two texts from Linda's phone and smiled.

The power of suggestion is very strong. People seem to initially discount it, but in their subconscious it ferments. Grows. Becomes reality.

Friday at work was amazing. My team finished the football proposal, and we set a proposal meeting and social event at my house. Luckily, dinner would be catered, and all was set for the following Thursday. When I got home, Linda's parents were there picking up the kids. Duane gave me a pat on the shoulder and said he was glad things seemed to be working out and they would take the kids till Saturday night. I extended my deep thanks and asked Duane if he and Donna could watch the kids Thursday and Friday, as I had a huge professional event at the house. Duane nodded understanding and agreement. Just then, Emma and Tommy jumped into my arms, Tommy telling me that they were going to have more fun than us because they got to go to Chuck E. Cheese again. Naturally, I winked at Duane and said, "How the heck did you get a million dollars in just 3 weeks?"

With the kids gone, I headed to my quiet solitude of the master suite to get ready for the evening. Linda knocked on the door, and asked in the most diminutive manner, "Jim, is it ok if I wear.... if I wear the blue dress?"

Instantly after Linda said that memories of that night broke free like a breached dam... but I quickly put on Mr. Nice Guy, and replied, "Yes, I think having everything as much the same as last time will help me." When she walked into the living room, I was stunned. Linda was truly a beauty, unfortunately, behind that beauty was an enigma that tainted my perception of her. Honestly, I felt lucky to be emotionally free of her. And with that clouding my perception, we were off. Off to get my revenge.

We didn't have dinner together as a group. Perhaps, the couples thought it would be too awkward. At dinner you are a captive audience, whereas at a club, you can get up and dance or pretend you can't hear the conversation. All is socially acceptable. Linda and I Ubered to the Madison. I told her, there may be a strong chance I would not be the designated driver given the circumstances and it would be best to leave the cars at home. It was all good. We had dinner together and it was a fairly quiet affair. Neither of us naturally didn't really want to talk about what happened last time. We walked to the club after dinner; it was hopping. Dee and Dave and the gang had reserved a table, and we took our seats. All the couples looked awkwardly at each other, trying to get a resemblance of a conversation going.

I played alpha male and said, "Ok, everyone, no awkwardness! Let's have fun. With that, I instructed the group that we could not dance with their wives for the next 30 minutes. To model the behavior, I asked Jane to dance and soon after everyone paired off and were having fun on the dance floor. The first song came to a close, and a slow, romantic song took its place. I grabbed Dee and showed her to the dance floor. Dave, looking a bit shocked, asked Linda. Soon afterwords, all the couples were over the initial discomfort. We all ordered more rounds of drinks. I made it clear to the group that Mr. Responsibility Ubered to the club and would not be driving anyone home. Everyone cheered at that, and more drinks were ordered.

Linda and I got up and danced the first slow song after the self-imposed time limit. I held her at arms length and the conversation was awkward. I wanted to ask her, "Is this the time you decided to leave me?" But I didn't; it was said with body language. The song ended, and as we headed back to the table, Dee grabbed me and told Linda it was her turn. Linda didn't look so happy about that. Dee and I danced to the upbeat music uneventfully. Then the DJ announced a classic slow song from Bryan Adams. I sensed full well the text I sent Dee from Linda's phone took its toll. I was right.

Dee sunk into my arms. We danced closely, like long lost lovers. I made a point of looking at Linda. Linda didn't have a poker face and resentment was showing. Abruptly, Dee looked at me and said, "Jim, Linda's told me that, well your 'recovery' has been...." She didn't need to complete the sentence.

"I know... it's been hard. I said. "It's just... well I thought I could get over it... but then I just kept seeing his face, every time Linda and I... you know." Dee nodded understandably. "I don't know Dee," setting things up. "Sometimes I think if I just went out and fucked someone, everything would even out. You know?"

Dee again nodded her head and then looked up at me with her big brown eyes, "Jim, would you take me? I want you and Linda together again. Happy, you know?"

I smiled, knowing Dee was playing into my night's plan. "Dee, um. Um," I mumbled playing it like it was unexpected." Let me think. Let's dance another slow dance and I'll let you know. I'm so honored." I whispered into her ear. "I mean, I know if I wasn't married to Linda... I'd be hounding you girl!"

The group danced more taking turns with each other's spouses. It was somewhat obvious Linda and I weren't connecting, but we weren't making scenes either. More rounds of drinks were ordered. More rounds were drunk. Dave and Jane and Linda and Phil took to the dance floor leaving me alone to guard the table with Dee. The time had come to put my plan into motion. I moved closer to Dee and whispered. "Dee, I... I want you. I've always thought about you. This seems like the perfect time to cave into desire." I whispered seductively in her ear. "I've thought about you... always... since we met." I lied.

"Oh God, Jim... Linda has told me so much about you. I want to help you. So bad, I do." Dee said, the alcohol talking.

"Dee, I think I have an idea. I need.... closure. I need you, Dee. Help give me closure. Dee. I need you." I pushed Dee away from me and looked in her eyes.

The alcohol talking, her years of fantasizing about me engulfing all thought, Dee whispered, "Yes, how?"

Smiling in acknowledgement that Dee was mine for the night, I said, "You leave, just like Linda, through the back door. I'll meet you there."

The Bryan Adams song ended and Linda, Dave, and the rest of the gang came back to the table. As Linda approached, I gave her a big kiss, and suggestively said, "I need to call work. Something with the proposal is awry. When I get back, let's leave and 'get back to 'normal' at home.

Linda eagerly cooed with excitement, "Oh Jim, yes. That is want I so want. I can only dance so much with Dave and Phil. I want you. I want to give you that special night."

"I'll be back in a flash." I said while Linda nodded with understanding. As I walked off towards the front of the building, Dee announced she had to "do some business" and headed to the rear bathrooms. As I was leaving the club to meet Dee at the rear exit, I spied Mr. Asshole entering the club. As much as I would have liked to confront the jerk, I had a mission. Dee.

I met Dee at the rear entrance. The same that Linda took months ago. Just as planned, Linda would have her reckoning. I met Dee with a passionate kiss and then told her I had a room at the Madison. As we walked to our room. I kept groping Dee's ass. It was bigger and softer than Linda's... but it felt wicked and wrong groping another woman. It was only 10 minutes by the time we entered the room. The same room Linda left me in. Dee went straight to the bed. She looked at me, and said, "I need you Jim. I want you. I want to see your cock that Linda has been tormenting me with all these years."

I walked up to Dee, and fished for her cell phone from her purse that was lying next to the bed. "Text your husband first," I ordered. "Text him 'It's only one night. I'll be back in the morning.'" A devilish grin enveloped Dee's face. I said, "I'll text Linda the same.... you know, so they don't worry." And let's turn off our cell phones. We don't want to be interrupted."

Dee and I left the hotel the next morning around 11. I Ubered home and read through the multitude of messages. There was a phone call from Dave, telling me I was an asshole and he would kick my ass. The one sfrom Linda, crying and asking me to come home. Countless texts from the group saying what a jerk I was. I deleted them all.

I arrived home at 11:20, the same time Linda came home with Asshole. I opened the door and entered, saying, "It's me. Same old me." Linda was nowhere to be found. I headed up to the bedroom. Coming closer to the door, I could hear Linda crying as I opened the bedroom door, I could see her in the fetal position. Rocking back and forth just like she did when confronted by Marc's videos. "Servers her right." I thought unemotionally.

Seeing me enter the room, Linda sat up, still rocking back and forth; still crying. "J.. J.. Jim, I'm so, so Oh god. Last night. Jim." Linda tried to continue speaking, but her utter sadness hampered her ability to speak. "Jim, when you texted, I felt as if you punched me in the stomach."

I looked at her, no sorrow in my eyes. "Now you know EXACTLY how I felt. I now see you crying EXACTLY how I cried. And don't worry Linda, Dee CONSENTED just like you CONSENTED."

Then events happened that were quite unexpected. Linda, still sniffling, looked at me. "Tell me what you did. Details. Just like the awful letter you made me write."

With anger, I thought about all the thoughts I had when Linda was with Asshole. How he made her consent. How she was the one who maneuvered his cock into her. I merged my Jerk and Alpha Male persona together. This was going to be fun. "Linda, I won't tell you." I said sternly walking over to her and grabbing her by the hair. "I'm going to show you exactly what I did." I ordered her to stand up, and surprisingly she meekly complied. "Take off your nightgown!" She obeyed. I walked up to her and grabbed her cheeks with my hand. "Dee, do you consent to tonight? Can I do anything to your hot, fucking body. I wanted it for so long."

Linda gasped. But I repeated again emphasizing Dee's name. "Dee, do you consent to tonight? SAY IT!"

Linda, looking shocked, nodded her head. "Yes, I give you consent."

"Good. Now get on your knees." Linda lowered herself to the ground, and I undid my pants. "You want to know what I did Linda? Let me give you the details. I then grabbed the back of her head and slowly guided her mouth to my hardening penis. "Dee took me into her mouth Linda. It was warm. Wet. Inviting." As I spoke, I guided my penis into her mouth and slowly pushed in. Linda, started bobbing, but I held her head still and took control. Slowly, I pulled out till the tip of my penis was just touching the outer part of her beautiful full lips, then I slowly, oh so slowly, pushed back in. Repeating this slow, deliberate process, I noticed Linda no longer crying. She was focused on taking my cock down her mouth. Encouraged, I pulled out slowly again, and repeated the process. In. Out. Slow. Linda had my whole quivering cock in her mouth. I held her there, just for a moment, and said, "Good job Dee. Just like Linda takes it."

I then proceeded to pump faster in her inviting mouth. Linda's breathing became heavier and I sensed an orgasm rising within her. "Suck it Dee! I know Linda bragged about my cock. Take it..." Suddenly, Linda lifted herself off me, her face flushed trying to catch her breath. Taking this as a cue that an orgasm spread through her body, I lifted Linda up and placed her on the bed. "Then Linda, I opened up Dee's legs. Her pussy was shaven and wet, ready for me. I told her to put me in her. To make her an adulteress." I grabbed Linda's hand and placed it on my member.

Astonishingly, Linda started playing along, "Jim, your cock is so much bigger than Dave's. Go slow. Fuck me. Fuck me. Make be an adulterous bitch." She took my cock and lined it up with her wet, inviting opening.

I smiled even though I was shocked by Linda's response.. With my cock slowly entering her, I said, "Linda, do you want to know how I took your best friend?"

"Yes", she gasped.

I teased her at first, slowly going in and asking her if she liked being a slut. I reached her deepest part, touching her cervix and Linda let out a deep moan. I teased more by pulling out slowly. She wiggled. "Linda, do you want to know what I did?"

"Yes," she said breathlessly.

I then plunged into her hard and fast, eliciting the loudest scream I have heard from Linda.

"Yes, Fuck me Jim. Fuck Dee's pussy. Make her a cheating wife slut!" I kept pumping, Lindas vulgar words and moaning making my cock harden even more. "Fuck me Jim! Fuck the shit out me. Oh god... Yes." I could feel myself ready to explode, but Linda suddenly shook like never before. "Oh, God, I'm coming Jim!"

I pulled out, and quickly flipped her over onto all fours, ramming my cock back deep inside her. Her ass quivering, her breasts swaying to the pounding, Linda again, yelled out in ecstasy. Pumping harder, I started spanking Linda's ass. My slaps got stronger each time as the primal sound echoed throughout our bedroom. Again, Linda started screaming. "Fuck me Jim! Make me your slut!" Encouraged, I gave one big slap on her ass and she screamed, "Yes. Fuck me harder!"

Then, without warning, my once angelic wife, influenced by another fast approaching orgasm yelled, "Jim! Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass Jim! Reclaim me! Do it." Her screams became orders. I grabbed the bottle of lube from the nightstand, quickly squeezed a generous amount on my cock, dripped some on her hole, and lined up to take my wife's ass.

"Do it Jim. Fuck your wife in her ass. I need it. Reclaim me! Take all of me!" No more encouragement was needed. My slippery cock entered her canal slowly at first, then deeper and deeper. "Give it to me Jim. Take me. I should have never left you. Never! Fuck my ass! I need your cock!" Was this my wife? I thought for a second. Then animal instincts kicked in, taking control of my brain and penis. I pushed her head into the pillow and started thrusting faster and deeper. Linda shrieked in pure bliss, breathing harder and harder. Her toes started to curl, her head rose up from the pillow and she cried, "I'm coming. Oh god, I'm coming!"

I erupted in her ass the same time her whole body shook. It was glorious and we both collapsed on the bed, trying to catch our breath. "Oh god Jim! That felt so good. It..." she paused then let it out. "It felt so good sinning with you." I didn't say anything as I was basking in the enjoyment of being an alpha male. "Jim?" Linda questioned moments later. "Was I.... was I better than Dee?"

The Trust Circle

"I don't know Linda." I answered abruptly. "You wanted to "talk" so much after you came home from Marc. Well, now we are both going to talk. And yes, divorce is still an option Linda. Giving me your ass or not." Linda's face dropped from sultry to saddened in six seconds.

I met Linda in our entertainment area. We had time to talk before the kids were back. I handed her some fresh coffee and started. "Linda, during this whole time, you claimed you don't know why you did what you did. I know why I did what I did with Dee." Now, suddenly, I see you getting off with anal sex. Screaming, like you never screamed before." Linda tried to chime in, but I kept talking. "How can there be such a sudden change? I SEE you trying to make things right, but each time it's met with a revelation of half truth. You didn't just give your consent to Marc, you took his penis and put it in you. You gave up your ass and told him, 'it was his ass.' But most importantly, you left me. Linda, you lied to me and you left me. How do I get over that? How do I ever trust you again?

Linda knew this was coming, but the events of her being left alone at the dace club, her being confronted that I left her for another, impacted her. "Jim, I can't trust myself anymore. I never believed in a million years I could ever do what I did. But I did. The videos showed it. The only thing I can say is there is no excuse. I broke our vow of fidelity. The last month I've been trying to reconcile the Linda I thought I knew... with the Linda that did these things. The past weeks I've been wrestling with what I've done. But... last night hit me like falling bricks. I was only thinking about me. I never imagined how you felt because I was so concerned about figuring out what I felt. After last night, I... Jim... it was the most excruciating pain I've ever experienced..." Linda started crying but continued, "and I realize that was exactly... oh god, exactly how you must have felt." And then it came, "I am so sorry!" It came with tears. Lots of tears.

I took a sip of coffee, but did not comfort my crying wife. "Linda, why did you promise not to give me your ass when you gave it to Marc." I asked pointedly.

Linda stopped crying. "Jim... you have to believe me on this. I was... yes I was excited, just like I was excited upstairs. I was just... I didn't mean it. It was just sex talk. He said, something I yelled out what he wanted. What, did you want me to have a dialectical conversation in the midst of an orgasm?" Linda said, regaining her composure. "That's the truth. Period." Linda took a sip of her coffee, the tears wiped away. She looked at me and pointedly asked, "And you. Jim. How could you fuck Dee. Our friend? That... that goes... that's just wrong."

I smiled, picked up my phone, opened my chat app.... and sent a video to Linda and Dave.

Linda opened her phone and played the video as I looked at her. The video started with a selfie video of me saying "Hi" to Linda and our gang. Then it panned to a smiling Dee. "Guys, I said. Dee and I wanted to let you know we are here, in the same hotel room Linda and I reserved that fateful night."

Linda gasped and said, "Oh, no. I can't watch this!"

"Keep watching." I said. It was silent in the room. I sipped my coffee looking at Linda's reaction. "Guys, I need to tell you, on that night, when all of you took Linda's side. I felt betrayed. Dave, I hope you specifically understand the betrayal I felt. Dee and I talked earlier tonight. I told her how Linda and I are so close to getting divorced. How I felt. How, in a marriage, TRUST is that key ingredient to a happy, long marriage. Linda destroyed that trust. Dee, by letting Linda leave thinking a night with a star was worth more than trust also broke my trust. Gang, siding with Linda also broke my trust in you. Trust, is not built in a day. Trust is built, nurtured, and should always be held sacrosanct. Breaking trust, is like smashing a brick building. Sure you can put it together, but it takes way more time, way more hard work, way more dedication than if that trust was never broken before. Dave, Linda, I did not have sex with Dee last night. None, in any sense of the word. Not vaginal, anal, oral, or emotional. No Bill Clinton wordplay. None.

Dee chimed in. "Guys, after talking with Jim, our dearest friend, I want to add on to what he said. Friendship is built on trust too. It's not just agreeing with what your friend says or wants to hear. It's about being there for them anytime. It's about calling them out when they do wrong, I did not do that with Linda that night. Linda, I'm sorry. I should have said, "WTF skank, get back to your husband." Dee laughed for a moment and continued. Dave, husband, I've flirted a lot with others, been loose with my words. When I get back, let's talk, honestly, about what we both want. Linda and Jim are doing the same. Chow bitches!"

"You didn't have sex with Dee?" Linda asked incredulously.

"Linda," I said, "I wasn't lying on the tape. Not about the sex... and not about us nearing divorce. I don't know how I can ever trust you again. Especially when you let it know you got excited about taboo stranger sex. How will I know this won't ever happen again?

Just then several buzzes hit both our phones. It was Phil, Jane's husband. It read, "For what it's worth Jim. Last night, Linda was approached by Marc LaValliere again. He asked her to come back with him and she shot him down big-time. Oh, congratulations on your cock size. The whole club got its measurements and LaValliere left quickly after that. : O"

"You shot down Marc?" I said. "Baby, that's 10 trust points right there!"

Linda laughed, "Oh, so we're on a point system now are we? Well, how many do I need for us to get back to normal?"

We were laughing, that was good. We hadn't done that in a long time. "So how did that go down with Marc? 10 points!"

Linda smiled, "Well, I wish there was video. He came up to me all arrogantly and said, 'Hey baby, Let's go to my place.'"

Linda grew a smile, "Then, I then yelled really loudly. 'Mr. LaValliere, I will when your cock grows bigger than my husbands! Did you get an enlargement yet? Jim, he left quickly after that. The whole place was laughing. A couple guys at the next table sprayed there beer out their nose."

We laughed so hard. It felt good and genuine. "Ok, so Linda, I would like to know how we go from here. But there are some things I want to tell you first."

"Yes," Linda replied apprehensively.

"Ok, so, forgiveness will take time. But it happened. We can't go back in time... but since then we changed up our sex play. I like that." I said then continued nervously. "And, and... I liked being dominate on you. I don't know, I never did that before. It was so animalistic."

"Truth," replied Linda. "I didn't like it. I loved it. Oh. My. God. Jim, you brought out a new side of me. And. Well as long as we are being honest, I liked it when we were playing scenarios. It got me off more than I thought it would. It's like sex is suddenly something to discover again."

"Yeah. It is." I smiled and added, "Linda, well there is another thing I want to tell you, but you might freak."

With a forewarning like that, Linda said in a very quiet voice, "Go on."

"I liked the anal. It was animalistic... but something else. When I read what you did... it excited me. When I saw on the video... you getting it on with Marc... Yes, I was angry up here," I said pointing to my head. "... but aroused down there. Like, I've been playing it in my head and you know,... getting hard thinking about it."

At first, Linda was speechless, then she recovered. "Oh Jim, Ok. So you said that. I hope we are building trust on what I'm going to say. Don't get mad, ok?"

I nodded. Telling Linda about my arousal felt like it took as much energy as bench pressing max weight. "I promise I won't get mad. We have entered the trust circle." I said half sincerely and half mocking social wordage.

"I think about that time with Marc. Don't get me wrong. I do not and never want to have sex with anyone but you, but it gets me off sometimes replaying what happened.... the sex stuff I mean. That's why I'm so happy your dominating me. It feels like what happened with Marc, but even better! Like we could do more or explore more because we... we trust each other."

Out of curiosity I spoke. I know I should have kept my mouth shut, but the trust talk was kind of engaging. "Linda, would you want to do it with a stranger if... you know, I..., how do you say it, gave you my approval and I watched?" That was too much I thought. Linda's eyes grew wide in utter disbelief.

"Jim... um. Um. I don't... I never. I never thought about that before... I mean fantasy and some of the R movies we saw... but.. whew." Linda said. "Hypothetically, maybe, but only if you were there Jim... and..." Then after a couple of seconds a smile grew on her face. "And only if you were there and participated.... in dominating me."

My cock grew hard just hearing that. "Whoa! We should of done this 'trust circle' years ago!" We both laughed. Laughed hard.

Linda walked to me seductively saying, "Stranger, I haven't had any cock in so long. Could you help a farmer's daughter out?" With that, I pulled down my pants revealing an already hard member. "Oh my, Linda said. I guess we should have trust circle every night!" She got down on her knees before me, kissed the tip of my penis then looked up and mewed, "Oh stranger, do you have any friends nearby? I'd like all my holes filled up. Call your friends if you have 'em."

Boy, Linda was really throwing me back this past couple of months. When I heard those words, my cock pulsated harder. "Friends are off at the game," I said. "But don't worry lady, I'll make sure all your holes get the attention they deserve."

Contracts and Positions

The kids were back at 3:00 and life got back to near normal. There is something about family routine that is comforting. Emma, taking cues from her daddy, said, "Dad, this is serious. Tonight we should have cheese pizza, smoothies and watch Frozen. Tommy thinks so too." Knowing the art of the deal I said, "OK, but mom and dad get talky time while you watch Frozen. How many times have you watched that now? 2 zillion?"

That night Linda and I talked about the weeks logistics. "Jim, just to let you know, there's a teacher assistant position open at the kids school. I'd be working with Jen. She said next year there would be a 2nd grade teacher position open!" Linda exclaimed excitedly. "I know I need to start pulling my weight again... because of the post-nup. It will be great, because I'll be with the kids."

"That's perfect." Linda had taught 4th grade when we got married but quit when Tommy was born. "How's Jen doing?" Jen was Linda's colleague. She was opposite of Linda. Brown hair and eyes, a bit shorter, but bustier and vivacious. Her husband, Michael, was built like a top-end linebacker; strong, broad shouldered, with a take charge personality. He was the leader of the local teamster's union. People didn't fuck with him. We had gone out quite a bit when Linda and Jen were working together, but when Linda had Tommy, well, life got in the way. Too bad. They're good salt-of-the- earth people.

"Jen's doing ok. Unfortunately, she and Michael are getting a divorce." Linda said sadly. "She didn't want to talk about it. But Michael's moved out."

"Oh man. That's too bad." I said knowing we were having difficulties also. Trust still needed to be built. "Ok, Linda. This week will be hectic for me. The proposal meeting with the football team is Thursday. It's catered, but you will need to be here and will need to get sitters for the Emma and Tommy. Friday, I should be signing the contracts. It's important. Taylor said the firm needs this. Layoffs may happen if we don't get it. Linda, even the house."

"Shit Jim. I don't think a 2nd grade teaching assistant salary will keep us afloat." Linda smiled. "I believe in you Jim. You got this!"

Thursday came all too fast. The caterers came in and set up. My team brought in projectors, AV and a good screen. All top quality stuff. My team greeted the two execs, Chad Forester and Nick Stevens. Chad went to our church and was about 10 years older than us. I had caught him checking out Linda several times over the years. Nick was a fit 55year old, with a dark complexion and some distinguished grey. A gentleman.

I sat with Chad and Nick. My team put on a top notch presentation. Questions were asked and answered with satisfaction. All seemed to be going well. The caterers set a great dinner and the wine flowed freely. Linda walked around introducing herself and making small talk. I noticed Chad and Nick checking her out and smiling. Nothing creepy, just admiration of a beautiful younger woman. Linda came to us and asked if everything was ok. Nick and Chad got up and acted French by kissing her on the cheeks. Linda accepted the kisses gracefully and teased them with a flirty "You gentlemen are very suave."

Desert and more wine were served. And the overall feeling for signing contracts Friday seemed in the bag. Things wound down and most everyone left by 8:30. Everyone except the two big execs. "Jim, can we talk with you for a second?" They looked at Linda and Chad gave a clear expression that Linda was not to be part of this conversation.

Fearing a hard sale, I asked Nick and Chad if they wanted a drink. They both nodded appreciatively, and Linda made the drinks. We went over the proposal line by line. They were a bit cautious and asked many pertinent questions. More drinks were poured. But they both seemed like they wanted to bear bad news.

Sensing they wanted a bit more than alcohol, I asked Linda to offer them some of the gummies we had stashed in our room. I didn't think they would be into that, but I was unprepared for anything else. No coke. Nothing. I was beating myself up in my mind for not having planned a closing I was caught off guard. Of course, these guys expected to be catered to with all the accessories. Shit. I didn't even have any prostitutes. What was I not thinking?

Linda came back with the gummies and some top shelf whisky. "Gentleman? Would you like to take this up a notch?" She said offering the drinks and the gummies on a platter.

Nick and Chad both smiled at Linda, "Why yes Mrs. Lancaster, only if you and Jim join us." Laughs were shared and we both popped a gummy and sipped on some more whisky. We were getting relaxed. The execs, still asked more questions. Playing hardball I guessed. Soon they weren't really engaging with me, rather their conversations were becoming flirtatious with Linda. Linda, sat on my lap, to engage the two in flirtatious talk, but after a bit, Linda excused herself to go to the kitchen for more ice. It was an excuse. She called for me in the kitchen, asking for some help. I excused myself from my guests.

"Jim," Linda said. "Do you trust me?"

"Yes." I replied, remembering our 'trust circle' talk and feeling the affects of the gummies and alcohol.

"Jim, I think Chad and Nick want some more... entertainment," she said with a bit of a buzz showing. "You, we, your team needs this. I think I should 'entertain' them."

I'm sure it was the buzz and the alcohol... but I said, remembering our truth circle, "Ok." The room was spinning, and I wasn't sure what I just agreed to. I went back to Chad and Nick and said, "Gentlemen. I think we need some more entertainment. What do you think?" They both gave a puzzled look until Linda entered the room. Linda sat on the couch across the room and said, "Guys, those chairs you're sitting on don't look that relaxing. How about you come sit over here.... with me?" She patted the cushions on either side of her.

Both Chad and Michael looked at me and I nodded approval. They then walked over to the couch and sat on either side of my beautiful, charming, wholesome looking wife. I watched from the pub chair, buzzed, excited, rock hard with anticipation.

So were Chad and Nick. This is what they were waiting for. Things went crazy. Linda placed her hand on both men's crotch and started rubbing them hard. Nick, placed his hand on Linda's cheek to move her face to meet his. Their tongues came out, and soon, they were embraced in a passionate kiss. Chad groped Linda's breast and started massaging. Linda, for her part, was breathing heavy and was trying to blindly unzip Chad's zipper. She looked at me, making sure what was happening was ok. I nodded my head with a smile, and raised my whisky glass. Linda smiled and mouthed silently, "I love you."

Chad and Nick took turns kissing Linda who aggressively reciprocated. Her hands had freed Chad's penis and was working on Nick's. Nick freed one of Linda's breasts from her dress and bra and started sucking on her sensitive nipple. His hand resting on her bare knee started roaming towards her upper thigh. Lindas dress moved slightly up as Nick found her thong and touched her wet waiting pussy. His fingers obviously making small circles around her clit. Massaging her. Exciting her. Making her tremble. Linda let out a loud moan and started moving her hips. Slowly, she opened her legs more, letting the guys know what she wanted next.

My cock was at full attention as I watched the scene unfold before me. My cock told me I needed to get in there and start participating, but the visuals were so intoxicating. Then my penis sent an idea to my brain and I was off to my bedroom to retrieve a necessity. I wasn't gone long, and things had not progressed too much. Chad was groping Linda's breast and kissing her passionately, while Nick was thrusting his fingers in and out of a whimpering Linda, but it seemed that the parties didn't know how to proceed from there. It may be that they were used to prostitutes, who would keep things going since time was money, or that there was still a worry that full blown sex was a line that couldn't be crossed since I was there. My penis, controlling my brain, made the next move, a move that would save the company.

"Linda, I think Chad needs a little attention down there. Nick, you should show Linda some appreciation. Don't you think?" I said. The kissing and groping stopped, all three looked at me as if they were caught with their hands in a cookie jar. Silence from all three. I then approached the three and said with a smile, "Linda, you need to lay down on the couch. Nick... lick my wife good. Linda, show our guest how good you suck cock." With the explicit directions, all three maneuvered into comfortable positions.

Linda lowered her head seductively towards Chad's member. The she looked at him, smiled and whispered, "I won't tell Minister Greene if you don't." Chad, let out a quiet laugh and nodded while Linda bobbed. Nick must have been very good going down on Linda, as she was quickly started thrusting her hips into Nick's face. The eroticism on Linda's face sent me cock beyond its limits. I was so wanting to get in on this. The threesome changed positions, and Linda, on all fours, was sucking Nick deep into her mouth. Surprisingly, Chad lowered his face between Linda's ass cheeks and starting using long strokes of his tongue teasing her anal opening. Linda, not used to receiving such service, screamed in ecstasy and renewed her efforts on Nick's cock, taking him in all the way.

Linda, tensed as a rolling orgasm spread throughout her body. Linda broke the moans and yelled, "Lick me. Lick my ass Chad. Fuck! Take me guys. Fuck me. Fuck this wholesome housewife!"

Sensing by the trio's breathing, that they were about to cum after Linda's screams, I ordered Linda to get up and to lay down on the ottoman. She obeyed. I got up behind her, spread her legs and said, "Nick, help yourself! Chad, get your dick sucked." The two smiled like kids in a candy store. Soon, Nicks penis was positioned at Linda's pussy entrance and Chad's cock neared Linda's wanting mouth. At the same time both men pushed in. Hard. Linda gasped having two cocks entering her at the same time. She yelled out, "Oh, god. Yes, Shit. Oh, fuck me guys. Fuck me! I love having two cocks! Needing no encouragement, the sounds of sex reverberated through the room. I got down on my knees, and started sucking and massaging Linda's heaving breasts.

After a couple of minutes, I yelled, "Switch!" The guys knew instinctively what to do. Chad pulled out of Linda's mouth as Nick got on his knees and started pinching Linda's nipples. I positioned my cock at Lindas mouth while Chad was primed and ready to thrust into Linda's pussy. Chad and I looked at each other and in unspoken words thrust into my wife at the same time. Harder, unrelenting. Linda was wiggling in excitement. Her pussy so wet, she was dripping onto the floor. A minute of hard pounding later, Linda tensed and shook as an intense orgasm travelled through her whole body. Knowing she would be ultra-sensitive for a minute, I told Nick to sit on the couch. He looked a bit confused but then smiled.

"Linda, "I said, "ride the man!" They both got up, taking new places and Linda lowered herself on to Nick's throbbing cock. "He's not going to last much longer." I thought. I directed Chad to go behind the couch and gave a knowing gesture to start fucking Linda's face. Linda, never having done this before, was screaming in excitement rising up and down, impaling herself onto Nick's cock and taking Chad's penis down her throat the best she could. I took out the bottle of lube I had retrieved before and spread some on my cock and dripped it into Linda's anal opening. She was too busy, too enraptured, to notice. I smiled, looked at the two men, and said, "Ok, gentlemen, let's seal the deal!"

With that, I walked up behind Linda, pushed her down a little making her butt crack open and sealed her with her first, airtight threesome. Linda screamed in pure enjoyment as my cock entered her from behind. "Fuck me guys, fuck me; Fuck me hard. Yes. Fuck me here, fuck me there, fuck me everywhere!" The three of us laughed for a second and then renewed our efforts.

The noises the four of us were making were loud and animalistic. Primal. The noises also told us we were all about to come. I yelled out, "Guys, in unison. 1...2...3..." we all plowed into my once wholesome, girl next door wife at the same time. Keeping our cocks lodged in each hole as deep as we could. Linda felt all three of us explode into her ass, pussy, and mouth. Cum dribbled out her mouth as she pulled away and screamed, "Oh, my... Oh my! Fuck." Linda, wiped the cum from her mouth and we all collapsed on the couch breathing heavily; needing several minutes to recover. Finally, Linda, laughed hard and said, "Seal the deal? Really Jim?"

We all laughed really hard, and to my surprise and relief Chad looked at Nick and said, "Yes, I think we sealed the deal."

Revelations

The next day I needed to meet Chad and Nick at their office to sign the contract. They had called beforehand to say that it all looked good, but that there was one more step. I needed to give them an impromptu action plan on an emergency public relations event. When I got to the office, Chad and Nick greeted me and thanked me for last night. "I'm glad we 'sealed the deal'." We laughed and proceeded to a luxury office. "Jim, about last night. Nick and I, well, I won't say we were never entertained during negotiations, but yesterday... It will never get out what happened, we don't expect it to repeat, and we want you to know, and to let your wife know, we hold you in high regard.... and those gummies whoa! Anyway, Jim, contracts are ready to sign. Based on your performance on this scenario, the ending amount could be raised."

I nodded, a larger contract would make my team golden, then said, "Ok, guys. What do we got?"

"Jim, we have a scenario here. Let's say, hypothetically, we have a star player, who is beloved by the community. The problem is... well he is a psychopath."

"Go on." I said. "What's the problem?

"He prays on unsuspecting victims, married housewives mostly. He seduces them into coming to his mansion and gets them to consent to videotaped sex. He gets off watching the husband and wife get divorced. It's freak city on this guy."

I looked at the two. Something was not right. This was all about Marc LaValliere. "So how does the information break?" I said methodically.

"'Hypothetically,'" let's say, the videos get out. It would cause all sorts of damage financially, to us, to many of the charities around town; to the team. Catastrophic damage. That's the scene Jim. How would your firm control the damage?" Nick asked in a somewhat scared voice.

"Shit. Are they playing me? Do they have a video of Linda? Fuck." I thought to myself. I sat in the office chair. Guys, give me two minutes. I got out a pen and paper and started drawing and labelling a plan of action. This was not a hypothetical scenario. I knew that. They didn't. Time to play cards.

"Gentlemen," I said technically, "First, we are going to sign those contracts now... at the higher rate. My team did their homework. We asked around... this is not a hypothetical... and you know it. We do not work for free. I will say this, so you recognize the thoroughness of my team, The person you are referring to is Marc LaValliere, he frequents the club downtown."

Chad and Nick were silent. They looked at each other, nodded and their executive assistant came in with a contract which was $500,000 more over the next 5 years.

I signed with a sense of relief for me, Linda and our team. "Thank you, gentlemen. As you know, I don't like to play around. If there's an issue; solve it." I said business like. Then I lowered the tempo of my voice, gave a slight wink and added, "I think last night proves that."

The execs both smiled and nodded. "That's why you chose you Jim. Now, how should we proceed?"

"First. you are right, if this gets out it WOULD be catastrophic." How do you know about this?" I inquired. Jim and Nick looked sheepishly at each other. "I need to know the truth and nothing but the truth. Don't hide anything. We need to know everything."

Chad nodded at Nick, and began, "Jim, well Nick and I are good... colleagues. We enjoyed last night, but it wasn't the first time we participated in such an event. Last month, we were having a team party, Marc was bragging about a threesome he had, and we added how we enjoyed partaking too. Just guy talk you know. Marc was all bravado, and said he would send us a video tape of his. But here's the kicker. Marc knows we might need to trade him off, but he wants a higher contract and to stay put. He sent us the threesome video, a couple of weeks ago. And, stupid Chad, replied how hot it was and asked for more.

Marc came into our office and told us point blank that if he gets traded, the tape he made, and others, would go public and he would implicate us for pressuring him to make the videos. The email Chad sent would be evidence.

"So, Marc is blackmailing you?" I said, playing the quiet game, but my brain was in turmoil. "There's probably a video of Linda." I thought. "Did Marc send another video? Did Nick and Chad see Marc fucking Linda?" Is that why yesterday they held out until Linda provided her services?" My brain was racing. "So, how many videos do you guys have?" I said recovering from shock.

Chad interrupted, "No, we have just seen one video. I guess one more is being edited now."

"Jim," Nick said, "here's the video. We usually wouldn't show another person, but well, after last night, we know you aren't squeamish about this stuff." Nick and Chad both looked genuinely embarrassed, Nick, was a bit flushed. They were desperate for someone to fix this problem for them.

I nodded and said, "Can't do public relations control, if I don't know the extent of the problem."

"Great." Chad pressed play on a cued up video and it was enlightening and erotic video to watch. The scene started with Marc dancing with a beautiful brunette. She couldn't be seen because Marc's back was in the way. But they were slow dancing for a couple of minutes.

"Yeah, Marc told us how he gets them to come home with him. He said he gets them on the dance floor at a club. Usually, they dance with him because of his celebrity status. What they don't know is that in his chest shirt pocket is some type of powder. Not sure if it's meth or some combination; he wouldn't say anything more than he gets it from a friend. Anyway, the women snuggle up to his chest during the slow dances and breath it in. After the 2nd or 3rd dance, the woman is not in full control of her thought processes I guess."

"My god I thought. Shit. This is bad."

"Yeah, notice the slow dancing again." Nick said pointing at the video. "Psychopath." The couple keeps dancing. I can't make out the woman except she has long brown hair. Then you hear Marc say, "Baby, do you consent to tonight?"

"Yes." She says.

"Yes, what?" Marc says "Do you consent to everything?

"Yes, Marc, I consent to everything." The woman says.

The woman comes into view, and I react. It's Jen, Linda's ex colleague and our old friend from long ago. Shit, is this why they're getting divorced." I thought.

Nick continued, "Marc bragged about his expensive videotaping system. It's AI controlled. Zooms in and out of places automatically. He said he just needs one sentence, and he can get the AI to add dialogue the person never even said.

I sat there in a trance; intrigued and disgusted at the same time. The next part was almost exactly the way Linda described her meeting with Marc; the sweet love making at first followed by wine and fingering.

"Yes, Marc bragged after lovemaking, he spikes the girls wine and rubs her pussy and anus with a cocaine based lube. She's primed." Nick said disgusted. "He's an asshole Jim. If this was my daughter...."

The video continued, Marc fucked Jen hard after drinking the spiked wine. Jen seemed out of her senses. Excited, but not all there, she was screaming "Fuck me, Marc. Oh god, give me that big black, dick of yours. My husband... Oh if only he could do what you're doing to me." I tried to look at her mouth movements as she was screaming, but her face was not close enough. However, I thought I could detect a little bit of differentiation. Was it an AI voiceover? Then, things went south for Jen. Two other black guys, came in. Marc ordered her to suck their cocks. In Jen's state she did. The next seen all three were taking turns fucking Jen, the AI cameras focusing on either her face or pussy... Jen was moaning but she did not look engaged.

"Guys, let's cover this bitches face." And with that, the three men got Jen to kneel down at them, the AI zoom kicked in and her face was covered with thick white goo. An ending title appeared on the screen reading "Blacks Bang another Wife."

I reflected about how turned on I was last night, watching Linda take the three of us on. I don't think I've ever been harder in my life. However, watching Jen being gang banged made me want to throw up.

"Nick, Chad." I said solemnly.

"Yes, we agree, Chad said remorsefully knowing what I was going to say. "He's a fucking psychopath. He says he's editing another video he'll send next week entitled "Wholesome Housewife Goes Black."

Instantly my skin became cold, my heartrate rose for I knew that would be Linda. "Fuck," I said, "You guys know how to throw someone into the fire."

"What do we do?" both Chad and Nick asked sheepishly.

I really wanted to get out of there. I forced myself to take deep, quiet calming breaths since I felt my heart racing; a panic attach rising. Unnoticed, I gathered my thoughts."

"Nick, Chad. First, will you be trading Marc? I'll need to know timelines if so. If you are going to go into negotiations, I'd put in a morality addendum and talk off the record that he is to have no more 'extra-curricular' activities. If he doesn't sign, this may suggest your organization is complicit in his activities and you will need to trade his ass. Next, you got Marc from New England, is that right? Did you have any advanced knowledge of his activities in Foxborough?" My mind was racing. Chad and Nick noticed.

"No, no warning from New England Jim. Shit this is bad isn't it."

"Right now, everything is neutral. Nothing's out in the public sphere and hopefully those videos aren't on any public porn sites." I replied getting down to business. "Gentlemen, let me digest this for a day... and celebrate the contract with my team. I'm sure they are all going crazy right now. I'll call if I need more info and I'll have a plan going forward by next Thursday. Sound good?"

A sigh of relief escaped Chad and Nick's mouth. "You truly are a man of action Jim. We saw that when you were, uhh... hmm 'directing us' last night." With that, I was off with excitement for my team and concern for Linda and Jen.

THE TALKS

I went straight to my office and sequestered my team for an emergency meeting. They thought it was a joke at first and were beyond excited when I announced the increase of 500,000 for the company. They all sighed in relief, as many of them were only two or three years into a mortgage and some with kids on the way. Then, reality hit them when I laid out our first PR issue.

Jack, one of our company's new hires, got up and said, "Jim, this is what we do! We got this." Quickly, the team organized and started brainstorming. They were true professionals. I went home, still feeling a bit off from last night. It was 6pm.

When I got home, the kids ritualistically screamed and ran into my arms. I twirled them and pretended to eat their necks off like cookie monster. I asked if they wanted to play soccer after dinner and they happily shook their heads up and down. "Good, only if your rooms are clean," I stated. They both ran upstairs, and as usual, tried to race each other.

Linda laughed while setting the table, "Jim, I'm glad some things are getting back to normal."

"And I'm glad not all things are getting back to normal," I suggested. Linda smiled and I helped her get dinner on the table.

"Linda, there is something we need to discuss tonight. Something important... something going forward." I said giving her a heads up. Her face frowned as if she knew something was wrong. "Nothing to do with last night." I said giving her a light squeeze on her butt. "A work thing."

"Whew, you had me all nervous Jim. Don't do that." Dinner was excellent, the kids chatted about Frozen and afterwords, I took them out to practice soccer while Linda finished the dishes. We were a team in sync again.

With the kids in bed, I went to my office to get an envelope, then I met Linda downstairs and poured two glasses of "talky" wine. Linda looked a bit worried. "Oh, wine and legal envelopes, this must be important." She said taking her glass from me and sitting down.

I looked into her beautiful eyes and wondered how I was ever mad at her; how I ever doubted this wonderful woman. "Linda, last night was.... it was amazing and oh so..."

"... sexy as hell" Linda interrupted and finished my sentence. "Jim, I hope you don't want to do that every day or meeting... but..."

"once a year or so would be fun," I said finishing her sentence. Linda smiled and we both laughed and nodded in complete agreement. Then I shocked her. I took out the manilla envelope marked 'Post-Nuptial Agreement'. Linda looked taken back. I then put down my glass, looked intently into her blue eyes, and proceeded to rip the agreement in half, quarters, scraps of paper.

To say Linda was speechless would be an understatement. A big smile left her face, and she said, "Jim, why? Is this for last night? That makes me feel... gross."

I quelched her concern. "Linda, first, we got the contract, plus an added $500,000. You were part of the reason, but..."

"You got $500,000 more for last night?" Linda interrupted incredulously.

"I think it helped, don't want to lie... but that is not why I tore up the post nup.... Honey, the guys told me they were very embarrassed about their behavior, but also appreciated and thankful. They were being gentlemen not... perverts." I said and then added. "No, Linda, there's more. They had a video Marc made. Seems like he gets off getting married women into bed. Linda.... they had a video of... of Jen."

Linda gasped loudly, "Fuckin shit! No. Jim..."

"Linda, he drugged her... I think he did to her what he did to you. Rember the wine? Spiked. Remember him touching you down there? He was rubbing cocaine-based lube on your privates. That's why you were so... so horny.... Babe, you were drugged!"

Linda was quiet for a minute as if she were thinking deeply. "Jim, I never felt drugged. I mean last night, yes, a little too much alcohol and gummies for sure. I felt it. I never felt drugged that night." There was another pause. "And... and I dropped you to dance with him. I wasn't drugged then either. God, I'm so sorry." Her face looked down and disgusted.

"Linda!" I said putting her hand in my hands to look into my eyes. "You have always told me the truth. You never lied to me. Don't you get it?" I said. "You told me why you danced with him. He was a star. You felt flattered. I definitely get that. You had no time to think, but once you slow danced, Linda, he had drugs in his shirt pocket. You were breathing it in. He did that to Jen too. Mabe the affects were subtle, but like you said, you didn't feel in control. It was drugs talking. Think. Didn't he dance with you immediately when you got to the mansion? Why? He probably felt you needed a hit to be more compliant. The first fucking was soft and seductive to build trust and then wham. After the wine, more drugs, and he just used you... and Jen too."

Linda's face was white, and she was quietly trying to take the news all in. "Jim, oh god, I love you... but what about afterwords? Shit, last night three guys were in me... at the same time. We've been fucking like wild people. That's not drugs talking.

I agreed. "Linda. No... we were both forced to think about... about our sexuality. We tried, knowingly... or unknowingly new things and we found out we kind of like it...." I paused. "Silver lining?"

"Oh god Jim.!" Linda fell into my arms crying. "I love you so much. I have always loved you, I will always love you, and I love you now. Jim! I need you to fuck..."

I stopped her from completing the sentence. I wanted badly to connect with her so much, but there were more immediate concerns. "Linda, let's put that off for later tonight. I need to talk with Michael, tonight... You need to let Jen know what happened. We may not save them from divorce, but they need to know this!"

Linda shook her head in agreement. I didn't give Linda details about the sex acts Jen performed, just the drugging. I called Michael and he agreed to meet me at Woody's Sports Bar in a half hour. I guess he heard the urgency in my voice.

It was a bit after 10pm. Michael looked a bit miffed when I first saw him. "Michael, good to see you."

Michael stood up, we shook hands, but he was down to business. "Why are we here Jim. Don't try to convince me to get back together with that bitch." Straight. To the point. I liked this guy.

"Michael, ok... let's get to it. I came across some information... a video."

"Fucking bitch! Michael exclaimed. "Whore dropped me dancing last year and ran off with Mark fucking LaValliere. She fucked him. Jim. They videotaped it." He sent me clips.

"I saw." I stated succinctly. "Michael, to be short. Jen was drugged several times. Much of her voice was edited using AI."

Michael was quiet for a second. "Bullshit!" he said.

"Michael, the same happened to Linda in February." Asshole sent videos of some of the stuff. Made me angrier. Asshole gets off getting people divorced. He looks for married women. Gets them to dance with him because of his celebrity status. Michael, he had some type of drug in his chest pocket when they were slow dancing. He drugged her on the dance floor and in his mansion." I paused letting Michael sink it in. "Jen didn't know. It was all non-consensual."

Michael, never the one for idle chit chat, downed his beer. "Thanks Jim. I'll think about this. Jen told me similar things that kind of add up. Let's get together later. I got things to do." He left with a handshake.

I arrived home to Linda still on the phone with Jen. Linda looked like she had been crying. I waved at her, went to the kids bedroom and kissed both of them goodnight. Then Jen met me in the bedroom, and she told me everything that happened to them afterwards. It was like Deja Vu. Jen looked at me and both her eyes and voice said in unison, "Tomorrow?" and then we both fell into a deep, deep sleep.

What seemed like one minute later but was actually 8 hours, Linda and I were awakened by an organic, locally sourced alarm. "Daddy, Mommy! We want pancakes! Pancakes! Pancakes! We want pancakes!"

Linda and I looked at each other, the love and gratitude for each other back in both of our eyes. Linda looked at me and nodded. She knew what was on my mind. "Kids, you got 10 minutes to get dressed. We're going out to the Pancake House!

The whole weekend the sun bathed us in the new warmth of the April Spring. Our love for each other slowly growing back. We were changing. Truly, metamorphosing like a butterfly. It was a renewal, an awaking of the senses of our new life together, our love, our sexual relationship.

We hiked in the nearby river gorge, played soccer; Linda taught the kids how to make macaroni and cheese from scratch. The kids were amazed that it didn't come from a box. Linda went and played goalie with the kids giving me some time to answer emails from my team. They had uncovered about 7 other women who may be potential victims. One was named Lydia. The cyber team scoured the web and found no evidence any video had been uploaded... either on the public web or the dark web. I added that we needed to have Nick and Chad start a victim's compensation fund and all agreed that would show proactive positive thinking on the club.

That night, with all the sports and hiking, the kids went to bed fast and hard. Linda was in the entertainment room looking at the ottoman with a glass of wine in her hand and a smile on her face. "Whatcha thinking about?" I said.

"Oh, the other night. Jim, was that too much?" She asked hesitantly.

"Linda, I want to speak honestly," I said. She looked into my eyes as I told her, "Linda it was fucking fun. I love watching you get fucked. I did. And taking you in the ass with the guys fucking you at the same time. Shit. But, whew! I wouldn't mind sharing you every once in a while, but oh, man... not every night."

I could sense the release from Linda. "You alone stranger?" she winked. "I'm lost and don't know where my hotel is?"

"Now that, we can do every night! But not tonight, Linda. Make love to me."

MARC MAKES THE NEWS

I was at work on the following Thursday. My team was just about set to give recommendations and a plan of action for Chad and Nick, when Jack came in, breathing hard. "Guys, come quick... something's happening on the news."

Our conference room emptied quickly. Everyone in the companyit seemed was glued to the big office TV. There, we were greeted with the bright red and white Breaking News boxes. A reporter was talking excitedly. A large house in the background was destroyed. The roller tape on the bottom of the screen said it all. "House owned by football star Marc LaValliere completely destroyed. Natural gas expected as cause. The video showed firemen coming in looking stunned. Then it cut to the news anchor. "This just in, Marc LaValliere's body was found unresponsive in the rubble. Life saving measures were given, but he was pronounced dead at the scene. No other victims have been found.

My phone started buzzing. It as a text from Chad. "Shit. You worked that fast."

Then a text from Nick. "Owe you one."

Another text buzzed my phone soon after. It was from Michael, Jen's husband. "Problem solved." It read. "Let's get together, the four of us. Thx.

EPILOGUE

The mansion was completely destroyed. No evidence of videos or any other illicit activities were found, and it was ruled an accident caused by a leaky gas valve. Michael and Jen and Dee and Dave renewed their marriages and lived the life.

We became very close friends again with Michael and Jen. Very close. Once a year we would become even closer. But that's a topic for another story.