The Lodge

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The Lodge

Sammy Edgerton

Jerry Prentiss was no longer in condition to play linebacker. He had been a star both in college and later in the pros. Now, he was president and CEO of Prentiss and Company. He had built a firm foundation for his company. He had built his company on multiple legs. Each was successful on its own, but taken together, they were a real power. Prentiss and Company was a holding company for his operational subsidiaries in commercial real estate, commercial construction, residential real estate, homebuilding, apartment construction, apartment management, apartment ownership, motel construction, and motel ownership and operation.

I was a real estate agent in his residential real estate arm, Prentiss Realty. Like his other subsidiaries, day to day operations were guided by former teammates. In the case of Prentiss Realty, that would be Brad Milton. I had a good life, I thought, by working hard, at both listing and sales, I had moved into third place among the twelve salespersons in our firm, which was number one in our metro area.

Andrea, my wife, worked in a library. Her choice of occupation seemed a little incongruous for her outgoing personality and easy way with people. I would have thought she would have been as good at real estate sales as I was. I considered my secret to be consistently providing a high level of service, so that I was able to do well, without the magnetic personality that Andy had. Life in an upstate New York city was nice, although the winters provided an uneasy balance between the easy availability of winter sports and the bone-numbing chill of continental winters.

Andy's charms didn't stop with her encyclopedic knowledge of the library and her pleasant personality. Her physical appearance was beyond riveting. She did seem a little unbalanced with her 38DDD's atop a five-foot-four frame that was trim except for her boobs, with a twenty-three inch waist, and a thirty-five inch butt. Her boobs were natural as was the color of her sandy, shoulder-length hair. Her bedroom-blue eyes made her knowledge of the library highly sought-after, at least among the male denizens of her library. She only wore one of her body con dresses for social events, because even she admitted it was too distracting in the stacks of the library.

Our love life was fantastic; Andy and I both knew how to ring our partner's bell. From our first night together, we both considered the other to be the best lover ever. Even after three years of marriage, it took little effort on Andy's part to inspire me to great bedroom efforts. Our love life was still at honeymoon quality and quantity.

I had noticed both Prentiss and Milton taking an interest in my wife at the firm's social events, such as the Christmas party; however, I didn't feel any cause for concern until the team-building experience in my third year at Prentiss.

The event was held at a lodge in the Adirondacks, which was an asset of Prentiss and Company. It was actually more than just a lodge; it was a full-up resort. The lodge itself was the center of most of the planned activities; it was surrounded by several outbuildings including a generator house and a boat house at one end of the dock. Then there were the cabins. A dozen or more cabins were scattered haphazardly throughout the trees, which characterized the shore of the lake.

In attendance were most of the staff of Prentiss Realty plus the great man himself. There were enough cabins for the sales staff and their spouses, while Milton and Prentiss and the office staff had bedrooms in the lodge.

Since most of our firm's activity occurred during the weekend, the event was set up to run from Monday evening to Friday morning, providing three full days of activities during our four-night stay plus allowing six hours travel times going and coming. Andy and I were both looking forward to the trip as we were both avid fans of many outdoor activities, both summer and winter, although the time of the year was summer.

We drove up to the company lodge, arriving late Monday afternoon. We were both excited, looking forward to some good times with my coworkers, but more importantly, special time for just the two of us in a romantic setting. Monday evening, we all got together in the main lodge. There was a buffet, dance music, and plenty of alcohol. I managed to get in a few dances with Andy, but her dance card seemed to be mostly filled up by Milton and Prentiss. I tried to make lemonade out of lemons by dancing with as many of the other females in attendance, making sure that all the women had at least one dance with someone other than their spouse or plus-one. Finally, around eleven I was able to extricate Andy from the arms of my superiors and take her to bed. She seemed to be in high spirits and our lovemaking was outstanding both qualitatively and quantitatively.

The first team-building event was the canoe races. There were thirty-six in attendance including spouses. The three-person teams for the canoe races were supposedly random, set up to be highly competitive. All the teams were mixed, but some were with two men and one woman and others had two women and one man. It didn't seem completely random as Andy ended up on a team with Milton and Prentiss, and I ended up with the first- and second-leading salespersons, both of whom were females and experienced in sales but not in canoeing. After the warm-ups it appeared that Andy and I were the most experience canoeists, but Milton and Prentiss were the strongest physical specimens. It was set up as a with two semi-finals races, each with six teams. The top three from each semi-final would race in the afternoon finals. Surprisingly, Andy's and my canoes were both in the first semi-final race. I took the rear position, while in the other canoe, Milton was in the critical rear position and Andy was in the least important middle position. In spite of the physical specimens in their first and third position, my team was able to pull out a narrow win. However, both teams went through to the finals.

In the finals, the management guys had wised up and exchanged the positions of Andy and Milton. This dramatically improved their performance and my team lost a reasonably close race for second place.

The winners had to perform a victory dance with lots of kissing and hugging although Milton and Prentiss limited their interaction to a few high-fives and one low-five. That evening we had another fireside get-together with hors d'oeuvres, alcohol, and dance music. This evening, I was barely able to get two dances in with Andy as Milton and Prentiss tag-teamed her and didn't bother returning her to our side of the long table. Around eleven, I picked up her purse and went to their side of the table and asked Andy if she was ready to retire.

She said, "Thanks for bringing my purse, honey! You go ahead and I'll come to bed later."

Andy

I didn't know what was happening to me. I was enjoying flirting and being entertained by Jerry and Brad. I knew it was my ovulation time and I was a bit tipsy from too much alcohol. I also felt a certain closeness with Brad and Jerry and how well we had meshed in the first team-building exercise. After Sammy left, I just felt hornier and hornier. Jerry and Brad stepped up the flirting and touching. I knew I was getting damp, perhaps a little more than damp.

When Jerry asked Brad and me to go to his room for a special drink, I agreed, knowing that I was taking a big step. I found both Jerry and Brad to be quite attractive. That coupled with my horniness and respect for two powerful men to overcome any worries about appropriate behavior. To me it was exciting, and a bit naughty to be going to Jerry's bedroom. So what if I ended up playing around a bit. One of us would surely stop it before it went too far. Jerry's room was very nice, complete with fireplace, bearskin rug, and sofa. Jerry pulled a bottle from his suitcase. Apparently, it was a blended whiskey. He poured a generous two fingers in each of three glasses on his mantle. He added about one finger of water from a carafe.

Jerry told us, "This is 100 proof, but blended so well, that it just goes down smooth as silk. Brad and I sat on the sofa. He served each of us a glass and then took the third glass for himself. He joined us on the sofa. I was between him and Brad. He said, "To the best team at the retreat!" and we clicked our glasses and then took big swigs. It was smooth, but as it went down my throat, I felt warmth spreading throughout my body, even a slight tickling of my nipples. Jerry sat his glass on the coffee table. Brad and I followed his lead. Jerry then laid one on me. It felt wonderful as our lips pressed together and his tongue explored my mouth. I felt it all the way down to my vagi. I leaned back, but then Brad followed Jerry's lead. It wasn't as hot as Jerry's kiss, but it still added to my increasing arousal. Then Jerry embraced me and repeated his deep kiss. I returned his embrace, but felt Brad push his hands under my blouse and release my breasts from the confinement of my bra. Jerry kissed me again while Brad massaged my boobs. This was not good, but it was exciting and naughty. I knew I was getting wet.

Jerry commented, "We don't need this," as he quickly unbuttoned my blouse. Brad continued kissing the back of my neck and manhandling my boobs. I thought Jerry would take my blouse off, but instead he unsnapped my jeans and reached inside my panties to grab my snatch, resuming kissing me but embracing me only with the hand that wasn't inside my panties massaging my clit. In almost no time I was alternately panting and moaning with their double team of my most sensitive spots. This was getting out of hand, but I was already too far gone, my arousal was rising higher and higher and soon I was gasping in the pleasure of a body-shaking orgasm.

When the spasms subsided, Jerry kissed me while Brad pulled my blouse off my shoulders and down my arms. Brad then pulled me over into his lap and each of my lovers began sucking on a breast, while Jerry removed my pants and panties, having to stop his attack on my breast while he completely removed my shoes, socks, pants, and panties. He then attacked my genitalia with his large, warm, wet tongue. I don't think I took more than a couple of minutes before my next convulsive climax had me crying out in ecstasy.

As I lay panting on the couch, recovering my breath and composure, Brad and Jerry both stripped.

Brad then helped me to my feet only to have Jerry pull me onto his lap straddling him. Again, he kissed and embraced me briefly, then he turned his attention to massaging my slit with his over eight inches of feminine delight. Brad thoughtfully lifted my hips so that I could slide down Jerry's magnificent manhood, as I groaned at the intense pleasure given by the friction against my pussy walls. When it hit my cervix, I trembled again with the sheer eroticism of another orgasm.

Always planning ahead, Jerry told Brad, "The lube is in the bedside nightstand."

As Jerry banged me hard, I watched Brad go to the nightstand, retrieve a tube, and return, as Jerry continued pounding me. My arousal was rising and I was approaching another climax. Soon, I was crying out again, "I'm cumming? I'm cum-m-m-ming. Oh, Fuck! It's good!"

Jerry told me, "Turn around, Andy. I want to watch your butt bouncing up and down!"

I did as I was told began bouncing up and down with Jerry's help. His cock filled me up, stretching me a little; it was one thing Sammy would never be able to do. I loved the way it made me feel, full and with maximum contact as his massive organ slid in and out of me. It just doesn't get much better than this. I would have been happy to do this all night, but eventually he came after I had climaxed several times. I was ready to go back to Sammy's and my cabin, but I realized Brad might have something to say about that.

Brad ordered me to get on the coffee table on my hands and knees. My ankles and calves protruded. I had a pretty good idea of what Brad had in mind even before he started lubing my anus.

Even thought I was post-climactic, I was still very aroused and excited, game for anything. I was ready to do whatever Jerry or Brad commanded me to do. I might have thought of Sammy, but it was only for a fleeting moment.

I told Brad, "Sammy's never fucked my ass. Please be gentle."

Brad replied, "I've done this before. I'll go easy at the start. You need to relax, when I start entering your asshole."

I watched over my back as he lubed his organ. At least it wasn't a monster like Jerry's. Still, at least to me, it didn't seem to be a trivial undertaking. Brad applied a little more lube to the inside of my ass and soon I felt him seeking entry into my last virgin hole. He moved his cock up and down my perineum, threatening my anal opening. Finally, he repeatedly pushed his manhood against my anus. I tried to relax because I didn't want it hurting me. Finally, he got it inserted, but then it was pushing against my sphincter.

Brad instructed me, "Act like you're trying to poop!"

It was painful, but not unbearable. I was in a compliant slut mode. I did as I was told and my sphincter relaxed enough for him to enter my rectum. I was wondering what the big deal was. It was a little painful at first, but after that it just seemed mildly pleasant. I guessed it was different for guys. After a while it did seemed to be getting more pleasant, it was a different kind of arousal. It felt good, and it did seem to be increasing. Brad was gradually increasing the speed and power of his thrusts, and at last it seemed that I was reaching some sort of peak. I trembled as I came. It wasn't a big orgasm but not exactly small, either. At the same time, I felt him coating the walls of my poop chute with his semen. My climax was different than a vaginal or masturbating climax; it was okay, but nothing to write home about.

Jerry suggested we adjourn to his bed and we did. I climbed into the middle of the bed and laid down. Brad and Jerry joined me one on each flank. They began playing with me, blowing in my ear, pinching my nipples, rubbing my button. It seemed almost as much playful as sexual, but I knew that could quickly change. I did have an underlying arousal sensation and I didn't want them to stop. This must have gone on or thirty minutes or so. I was playing with them a little, squeezing their manhood and occasionally caressing their balls. As their assault on my married body progressed, they began including light kisses, which became more and more passionate. I don't think I have ever felt quite so wanton, lying in Jerry's bed with both guys playing freely with my naked body.

After a while I noticed that Jerry's manhood was becoming more turgid.

Jerry suggested, "Why don't you give it a lick, Andy?"

I started sucking his cock. After a few minutes, it was quite hard. He then said, "Don't neglect Brad!"

I was a little reluctant since his prick had most recently been in my poop chute, but I grimaced and gave it a lick. It was a little sour tasting but not that bad. I had to suck him for several minutes before he was fully erect. I wondered what was happening next. I didn't have to wait long. Jerry lay supine on the bed and told me to climb aboard. I noticed that Brad was taking the lube tube in his hand. That seemed a little strange, but I was already anticipating the thrill of sliding Jerry's monster manhood into my love canal and didn't think about it. I started pumping up and down on Jerry's love stick, but Brad directed me, "Take it easy for a minute, Andy!"

He wanted to lube my ass again. What was going on? Very soon I found out as he began pressing against my rosebud with his dick's head. He assured me, "Just relax, Andy; it'll be all right!"

I felt a little pain but mostly warm and stuffed. Then he began moving in and out. At the same time I resumed sliding up and down on Jerry's joy rod, and I began feeling sensations I had never felt before. I was completely full and yet I felt every sexual sensation going off at the same time. On Brad's second full penetration, I began cumming. It was orgasm after orgasm. These climaxes were huge, lasting thirty or forty seconds. The time between was less than the time I was convulsing. I had never experienced such a divine delight. It was like sex-squared. I had never cum so many times not in such quick succession. I hoped it would go on forever. After twenty or thirty minutes, Jerry came, followed shortly by Brad dousing my rectum, and regretfully quickly followed by my last orgasm of this episode. Brad rolled off me and then I rolled off Jerry. I lay there panting and moaning and saying over and over, "Ohmigod! Ohmigod!"

Finally, Jerry interrupted me, saying, "Andy, you were magnificent!"

Brad added, "I would say beyond magnificent!"

I told them, "That was the most fantastic sex of my entire life!"

Jerry said, "Let's hang out for a while. Maybe we can do even better!"

I explained, "I just remembered. I'm still married to Sammy. I think it's time for me to go home."

Jerry replied, "It's not even twelve yet; you can stay a while longer. I thought you might like to have another drink of the good stuff."

All nude, we got up and returned to the sofa to finish our drinks. Jerry commented, "Andy, I think you're the most wonderful woman I have ever met. Sammy is a very lucky man!"

I said, "I don't know. I think I'm pretty lucky."

Brad added, "Beautiful, bright, sexy. Andy, you've got it all!"

I replied, "Be careful you don't give me a big head!"

Jerry said, "Brad, you forgot to say modest."

I responded, "I don't feel very modest now with everything hanging out and cum running down my legs."

Jerry said, "What do you think, Brad? Will she do?"

Brad answered, "Every day and twice on Sunday!"

Jerry said, "I think we need another round. He got the whiskey bottle and water carafe and brought them back to the coffee table where three empty glasses were standing. This time it looked like he poured a generous three fingers of whiskey and maybe one finger of water into each glass. He held his glass out and said, "To a wonderful night!"

Brad and I clicked our glasses against his and then we all took healthy drinks. Again I felt warmth emanating from the center of my body outward, upward, and downward. Especially downward where my pussy was secreting moisture.

Jerry suggested, "Guys, I think we need one more round in my bed before we call it a night."

Dutifully Brad and I followed Jerry to his bed. Again, he lay supine on the bed and I crawled aboard and impaled myself.

I asked, "Don't you need some lube, Brad?"

He replied, "Not where I'm going!"

I soon found out what he meant. As he began poking against my already full pussy.

I exclaimed, "You can't go there, Brad! It's already full!"

He responded, "I have confidence in you, girl! It'll fit!"

It was very tight and a little painful, but he finally got the head of his cock inside me. I couldn't believe it, but with a little pain, he was managing to squeeze his prick in alongside of Jerry's. The pain soon changed to discomfort and then the discomfort became pleasure. The guys began sliding in and out, going in opposing directions. I had never felt anything like this. I was fuller than full and had never had a stimulus like the two cocks continually going in the opposite direction, I was moaning and groaning like never before as similar to my first double penetration I was having orgasm after orgasm. How long could they last? How many climaxes could one woman have in a night? I didn't care as long as they kept on doing whatever they were doing to me. My tongue was dancing with Jerry's as wave after wave of ecstasy coursed through my body. I never knew that such bliss was possible. Finally after another half hour of incredible pleasure, I felt them spurting against my vaginal walls. I didn't want to stop but the deep exhaustion I felt told me I couldn't go on much longer anyway.

I felt so close to my two lovers as we chatted with each other about the sensational experience we had just had. When my respiration was close to normal and my afterglow was starting to fade a little. I forced myself to leave the cocoon of love that I had been such a willing participant in. I told them, "I have to go to Sammy!"

I slowly dressed, thinking I would have to shower before going to bed. I hoped Sammy would be sound asleep when I returned to our cabin.

Sammy

Later turned out to be after 2 AM. I pretended to be asleep, but decided I would have some questions for her at breakfast. It was difficult to arouse her in the morning, but we finally made it down to breakfast. After we acquired our buffet breakfast and sat down. I told her I had gone to sleep before she came to bed.

I asked her directly, "What time did you get in last night?"

She said, "We danced some more after you left; then we talked for a while; it was probably after twelve when I came to bed."

I asked for clarification, "So you joined me shortly after twelve?"

She lied, not looking me in the eye, "Yes, sweetheart!"

With that, I knew we were in a lot of trouble, before I could question her farther, Milton and Prentiss joined us. It seemed like she greeted them even more enthusiastically than she had any time before while in my presence.

The next event was a geo-style hunt. We were given a GPS per team and a list of cache locations. There were six teams of six. I was on a team with a male and a female salesmen, a different salesman's wife, an office worker, and a different office worker's husband. Andy was on a team with Prentiss, Milton, and the first and second sales leaders. I seemed to be the only one on my team who understood how to use the GPS to find a geo cache. Even with that, I was having to wait for the group stragglers to catch up. At the end of the day Andy, Milton, and Prentiss's team won, so, of course, they had to celebrate with an embrace and a long kiss. The kisses seemed to be mostly between Andy and the two executives. The other three team members exchanged hugs and high fives. I guess Andy felt her other teammates hadn't earned a kiss. At dinner I sat across the long table from Andy who was flanked by Milton and Prentiss. She was in fine form and kept us all in stitches, although I couldn't hear all her bon mots. We changed for the evening dance. From the beginning she sat with Milton and Prentiss and one of the office girls, although the office girl didn't seem to be joining in the lively interplay. I asked her to dance once, but she excused herself because she was thirsty. Afterward, she resumed tag-teaming her dancing with Milton and Prentiss. Finally, about ten-thirty, I informed her on one of her few breaks from dancing that I was turning in. She informed me that she might not make it to our cabin that night. I asked Milton and Prentiss if they objected to my having a private word with my wife. We stepped outside the lodge.

I asked her point-blank, "What the hell is going on?"

She said, "It's nothing to worry about. I love you and I'm going home with you."

I inquired, "But not tonight?"

She replied, "That's right. I'm just having some vacation fun. Friday everything will be back to normal. I love you."

I stated, "But not enough to sleep with me. Andy, a marital relationship is based on fidelity, trust, and respect. You seem to be trampling all three."

She responded, "Sammy, it's not like that. I love you. I think you're the finest man I've ever met. I'll be back with you Friday evening, and everything will be back to the way it was."

I explained, "I don't think it will. If you're planning to spend the night pussycatting with these guys, I will consider that grounds for divorce. It's looking like I'll be moved out by the time you get back to civilization Friday evening."

She answered, "It's not like that, Sammy! I think you need to think about that some more. Don't do something that harms our relationship and your career. Sometimes, it's better to just go along with the flow. This will be good for our relationship and good for your career."

After a pause, she told me, "I need to get back inside. It'll be best for you if you do the same."

I replied, "It sounds like you've made your decision and I've made mine. It was a good run while it lasted." I turned to get my stuff from our cabin, before I headed home.

She shouted after me, "Think about what you're doing, Sammy!"

I kept on walking. After I loaded my things into the car, I started on my way home. As I passed the lodge. Milton came out and signaled for me to stop. Since I hadn't turned in my notice, he was still my boss. I stopped.

He exclaimed, "Where are you going, Sammy? We still have another day of team building."

I replied, "I don't feel like I'm part of the team anymore."

He explained, "That's nonsense! You're part of the Prentiss Realty team and you're part of your marriage team. Now, park the car and get back inside!"

I responded, "Sorry, Mr. Milton. I don't feel like I'm a part of either team. Good night!"

I drove off, leaving him standing there.

I was almost to the end of the lodge drive when my cell phone rang. It was Jerry Prentiss.

He said, "Sammy! I'm sorry you're upset. I think you're making too much out of a simple situation. You've upset Andy, and frankly, Brad and I are a little upset, too. Please, don't make any career- or marriage-damaging decisions."

I told him, "It's all about expectations. I though my wife and I were going to have a wonderful time this week, having some private time along with the team building. This is not turning out to be something I want to have anything to do with. Unless Andy has had a major change of heart, I'm out of here!"

He answered, "Let me put Andy on."

I stopped at the lodge entrance near the highway.

Andy said, "Sammy, I love you! Why aren't you willing for me to have a good time, just for a couple of days? Things will be the same as usual when we get home. Please don't leave me here alone."

I explained, "Andy, I wouldn't want to interfere with your fun. I think it's best if I just get completely out of your way. You won't be alone with both Brad and Jerry keeping you company."

She replied, "Andy, please don't do this. I love you. When the training is over, I want us to go back to the way we've been. Don't you want that, too?"

I responded, "I do, Andy, but I think that bus has already left the station. It's like I've told you before, I don't think we can have an intimate relationship without fidelity, trust, and respect. You've embarrassed me in front of the entire company. I don't like you so very much, anymore."

She responded, "I think you're being silly, Andy. Why don't you want me to have a good time? Is that asking too much?"

I told her, "I think it is too much when it involves intimacy with Brad Milton and Jerry Prentiss. You've made your choice. I don't want to waste any more of your time." I hung up and hit the highway. She called several times on my way back to what was our home. When I got there, I saw she hadn't left a message. She called again.

I answered to hear, "Where the fuck are you, now?"

I told her, "I'm at what used to be our home."

She asked, "Don't you think you are being a little ridiculous?"

I replied, "No," and hung up. I put my cell phone in airplane mode and left our land line off the hook. I might not be able to sleep tonight, but she didn't need to know that.

As soon as I turned my phone on in the morning, it was ringing with my ex-wife to be, "Are you ready to start acting like an adult?"

I responded, "I think I am. I took my hurt feelings home."

She answered, "Give me a break. They're about to start today's contest. Call me if you're going to come to get me. Otherwise, Jerry or Brad will bring me home. If you're still acting like a spoiled child, I may not come home at all."

I explained, "Suit yourself. That's strictly up to you. Goodbye, Andy." Again, I hung up on her.

I e-mailed my resignation letter in. I set up an appointment with a divorce attorney. This was going to be painful, but I saw no other way out. She had blown our marital relationship up. I was just being realistic and formalizing the end. I decided to get out of town, once the divorce papers were filed. I decided I wanted to move south. I was thinking of something on the Gulf Coast. I began thinking Texas. Someplace that was growing like the Corpus Christi area. I would load the things I wanted to take with me in a U-Haul trailer. To do that, I needed a trailer hitch.

That evening around six, the bitch called me again. I answered with, "What's up, Andy?"

She asked, "Are you still pissed off?"

I replied, "I suppose so. Have you been having a good time?"

She responded, "Yes. Are you coming to get me, or do I need to hitch a ride?"

I answered, "Better get a ride home! I'm not coming to get you, so you better figure something else out. Did you have a good time with Brad and Jerry?"

She answered, "I did. Thanks for asking."

I told her, "I've got to go. Have a good life! Goodbye, Andy!"

It seemed like it was hurting me more than her, but then why should that surprise me. I still couldn't believe she treated me like she did, and somehow, thought it was all right. I began to think I'd never understand women. I called a couple of friends from college and two agreed to help me load up the rental trailer. I guess I was sad, but philosophical. I needed to pick better the next time around.

Andy

I guess the bottom line was that Sammy didn't love me as much as I thought. My impression was that we had a good relationship. I don't know why I got the urge to do it with Jerry and Brad, and I guess I should have controlled it, but I wasn't sorry that I tried both of them out and I wasn't sorry that I went back for more. I was sorry that Sammy got so bent out of shape about it. Neither of us was a virgin when we married, and I was sure that Sammy would stray sometime if we stayed together long enough. I was surprised that he had reacted so strongly.

My next surprise was when Brad dropped me off at our home late Friday evening and I figured out that Sammy had moved out. Everything that was clearly his was gone. I certainly underestimated his reaction to my few days of fun.

I thought moving out was an extreme reaction. Sammy didn't explain his reasons; I believed he had overreacted. I guess the first step was to find out if he was willing to discuss our feelings, so I kept trying to call him. On about the fourth or fifth try Saturday night, I gave up. Sunday morning, he picked up.

Sammy

She called me multiple times. At least she didn't call me on my work phone. Sunday morning, I decided to at least listen to what she had to say. I wasn't in the mood for a bunch of weak bullshit.

She said, "Sammy, I missed you. I guess I didn't expect you to react the way you did."

I explained, "Everybody in the company knew what you did. If you were going to cuckold me, you could have at least done it privately!"

She replied, "Is that what this is about? If it is, I think we can fix it."

I continued, "When I take a lady to a party, I expect her to go home with me. That's what a lady does."

She responded, "So, I'm not your lady anymore?"

I told her, "That's right. Andy, as I've told you before, the foundation of a sound marriage is fidelity, respect, and trust. You trampled all three. So, I think the handwriting is on the wall. In my opinion, you're not mine anymore; besides that, you're not a lady."

She started sniffling, "I'm sorry, Sammy. I guess I didn't realize how far out of line I was. Sammy, I'll do anything to fix things between us. You know, don't you, that you're the love of my life."

I answered, "You have a funny way of showing it. Actions speak louder than words."

She didn't give up easily. "Sammy, I know you're hurting, but I'm hurting, too. Especially since it's all my fault. Please, Sammy, let's try to work things out. I know I'm not your favorite person now, but I'd really like to see you."

I replied, "I need some time to get things in perspective; I'm just not ready for seeing you yet!"

She asked, "Can I call you tomorrow?"

I explained, "I think that's too soon. Why don't I call you when I'm ready for us to get together."

She responded, "Okay. I love you. Bye for now."

Monday morning Prentiss called. He spoke to the point, "Sammy, I got your resignation this morning. I also got a call from your wife."

I told him, "Sounds like you're up to date then."

He paused a minute, then said, "I'd like to talk to you about both items. Are you available for lunch?"

I agreed to lunch and to his proposed site, which was his club.

I never liked private clubs. The staff were very polite and were particularly obsequious to Prentiss. If anything, it made me even angrier to have them fawning over him.

After we ordered, I opened with, "It's your meeting, sir!"

He replied, "Sammy, Brad and I were way out of line at the party. Neither one of us wants to see you leave the company and neither one of us wants to break up your marriage."

I responded, "Mr. Prentiss, I can't believe that you had no idea of how humiliating your taking my wife was. I can't get the image of that out of my mind. With your assistance, my wife violated our marriage bond. You can't have a marriage without fidelity, trust, and respect. I don't believe we have a marriage anymore. It would be personally embarrassing to me to return to my workplace since all or most of my co-workers know that you and Mr. Milton cuckolded me publicly. I understand that you had the full cooperation of my wife. If anything, that made it worse. Frankly, I feel like my life is a shambles. I would rather start over than try to bring order to the chaos that once was my marriage and my career."

He continued, "Sammy, I am aware of your feelings. Brad and Andy and I can't take back what we did. All of us are very sorry for what we did. I believe that if you're carefully consider the totality of these relationships, you will find that there is something worth saving in both relationships. Maybe the three of us deserve to pay for what we did. I just think you might be hurting yourself by turning your back on what were good relationships."

I answered, "Sir, I don't think you fully understand how devastating your behavior at the retreat was. I have no desire to set myself up for a repeat engagement. I see no reason to take back my resignation or to stop the divorce which is already in progress."

Prentiss didn't give up easy. "Will you do this for me? Take a week off and consider what you want going forward. This will be fully paid leave. I can only imagine the pain and hurt you are feeling now, but I am fully sympathetic. You are a good man and a good husband. All of us want you back in the saddle. I know you can't forget what happened. I just don't believe that because there was a break-in, you have to destroy the whole edifice of your life."

I yielded slightly, "You're very convincing. I will take the week of personal time, but I don't believe that it will change either of my decisions. I still think I am better off starting over!"

He concluded, "Try to keep an open mind this week, and I'll ask one more thing. Don't cut off the communication with the three of us, even though I understand how painful this is. I think you're a good man and none of us wants to lose you. If you decide to stay, I'll put through a ten percent boost in your salary and give you an additional week to try and rebuild your relationship with your wife. I know I can't undo all the damage we did last week, but I'm more than willing to do my best to repair what I can!"

I told him, "Thank you for taking the time to talk to me. I'll be thinking about it in the days to come."

He said, "That's all I ask!" We shook hands and departed.

Perhaps I had moved a little, perhaps not. To me, the gang of three was a cheating bitch, and the two bastards that seduced her. If I never had anything to do with any of them ever again, it would be too soon. My thoughts were 'thank goodness, we didn't have any children,' and 'better to find out after three years of marriage then after ten!'

The whole fiasco had been an unexpected shock to me. I couldn't think of what I could have done better. Perhaps make love on a couple of nights when I came home tired from a hard day. I finally decided that she was destined to cheat, and I was better off by learning early rather than late. As far as the assholes at work were concerned, I decided that not all in business were assholes; I just picked the wrong company for my first job.

I was staying in weekly extended stay apartment and wanted to clear my mind for a new round of interviews. I was still thinking of relocating to Corpus Christi, but I at least needed to get the divorce under way first. I updated my resume and sent it out, and I began to get a few nibbles. I was lonely but I felt like I needed to get over Andy before I started going out again. I didn't even feel like going to strip clubs are availing myself of professional lovers; I just wanted to recover and stop hurting so much.

I was watching television and drinking beer one night, when my doorbell rang. It was Andy, "Can I come in for a few minutes?"

I stepped back, granting her entry. I helped her off with her coat. She was nude under the coat, "This isn't what it seems."

I said, "It seems obvious to me what this is!"

She replied, "Think of it as an allegory. I am naked before you, because I have nothing to hide from you and I feel like I am nothing without you."

I explained, "Andy, it's not only what you did, but how it affected me. When I look at you, I am feeling the pain of the retreat again. Please don't do this to either of us. At least cover yourself up."

She asked, "There's nothing I can do, is there?"

She started crying. I handed her a box of tissues.

She continued, "Sammy, I enjoyed being with Jerry and Brad. The misery I have felt since then more than made up for all the pleasure I felt from being with them. It's a mistake I'll never make again. I'll do anything to make up for what I did. I hoped you still had some feelings for me. I love you so much."

I responded, "Andy, when I see you, I feel the pain of last week, all over again. I still love you, but when I see you, what I feel is the pain of what felt like betrayal at the retreat. I don't have any great hope of us ever getting back together again, but I know that this is too soon. Sorry, I think it's better if you leave."

Reluctantly, she put her coat back on. I opened the door for her. Once outside, she looked back at me and said, "I'm so sorry, Sammy! So very sorry!"

I closed the door and tried to shut the images down. I still felt an attraction for her, but my strongest feelings were of the pain I was feeling, a hurt deep enough that I never wanted to feel it again.

Andy

There is no feeling that I can imagine that is worse than having a truly wonderful relationship and then losing it through your own stupidity. I knew I would do anything to make it right, but I was beginning to despair of ever fixing what had been a great marriage.

I talked to Jerry and told him how down I was - how I was afraid I would never get Sammy back. He said Sammy was a good man and maybe we should try counseling. It might help us get back together; if not, it would help us both deal with a breakup.

I talked to Sammy about it, and he was willing to try some counseling; however, he wanted to be able to opt out if he didn't think the counselor was a good fit. Dr. Alvin Newton turned out to be really good. We called him Doctor Al. His first priority was helping Sammy get over his anger and hurt. After that we worked on forgiveness. The first sub-task was to help me get over my guilt and forgive myself. I knew that the long pole in the tent would be if Sammy could forgive me if that were possible. I really felt bad about the pain I had caused him. At the end of the day, I had to accept that good people could do bad things, and that certainly described my behavior at the team building retreat.

Sammy

The counseling helped clarify things in my mind. I realized that carrying my anger at what Andy had done was not helping me. The bottom line from my point of view was that I could accept her for what she was. An attractive woman with a pleasing personality that loved sex. The problem was that she had valued a fling over our relationship. She not only cheated but did it blatantly in front of most of my co-workers. I just didn't see myself ever going back to Prentiss and Company. The memories were too strong. And how could I not blame Andy for what happened. Maybe it was a bad time of the month; maybe she had consumed too much alcohol; maybe she had the character of a rattlesnake. I decided that this was a 'once burned, once learned' situation. Maybe it was her youth and she would feel differently but three years of my loving hadn't vaccinated her against the pussy hounds I worked for. Bottom line: Not only did she cheat, but she did it in such a way as to completely disrespect me. Besides that, she gave me no reason to believe I could trust her in the future. This is the way to a half-open marriage where you have to check the DNA of your children to know if they're biologically yours. That's not the life I wanted.

A broker in Corpus Christi was willing to pay half my costs for an overnight trip for a face-to-face interview and introductory tour of the city. It was a great trip. They offered to pay half my moving expenses. I accepted it. I told Prentiss and Company goodbye. I told Andy that I was sorry but I couldn't erase the images of her cheating at the retreat at the Lodge. I told her I forgave her and wished her the best in the future. I doubted she would end up as an old maid librarian; however, I didn't expect to have any future contact with her, or any knowledge of what life she lived.

Epilog for Sammy:

My first full month at Cramden & Associates, I was the top salesperson for the company. My first full quarter of sales I was the top agent in the three county Corpus Christi Metro area. I also discovered the nighttime delights of the city, either cruising as a single or as a dating locale. It is also only about three hours to South Padre Island or Matamoros. It might take a while but I am looking forward to my acceptance as a full-fledged Texan. My only regret was that I didn't come here three years earlier, instead of wasting my time on a slut like Andy.

Epilog for Andy:

I knew it was all over when Sammy moved to Texas. It took a while to get over him, but I had enough distractions to make it through the night. Both Jerry and Brad were more than happy to help me through the rough spots.

It might take a while but I am confident I will find someone almost as good as Sammy. When I do, I plan to consider the consequences before I engage in a night of debauchery with someone other than my main man. Sammy was a good friend, great lover, and fine husband. My times with Jerry and Milton were good but not good enough to make up for losing Sammy.

I thought about following Sammy to Texas, but I honestly prefer the civilization of upstate New York. If I make a change, I might go to a larger city like Syracuse or Rochester. I think I have a good future even without Sammy. I actually meet some nice guys while working at the library. I consider it doing my job if I help them find what they want, whether it's in the stacks or under one of my miniskirts.