Just a Fetish

Hey reader. This story has a little of everything in it--romance, betrayal, sex, and fetish. I bailed on this story numerous times, which is why, I think, it became a little longer. I altered its direction until I found the voice I was happy with. If you're the type of person who believes that any emotional or physical cheating should require the bitch to be burnt at the stake, financially ruined, publicly humiliated or kidnapped and sent to a Mexican whorehouse... You should probably skip this one. I liked my fictitious characters and felt that this fictitious ending fit them best.

Thank you for taking the time to read my story. I have broken it down into 3 parts if you need a jumping-in and out point. All grammar and punctuation errors are mine, since I wrote it. The exercise of self-editing has been invaluable to me... hopefully not too frustrating for you, the reader.

I know nothing of fetishes, other than what I've read. I know not all are sexually based, but it is loving wives...

Cheers,

C_T

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Just a fetish

I met Ramona Henrique in my third year of university. I guess that would've been the formal moment. I had seen her around campus in several classes over the first three years, but our greatest interaction was an impromptu, hi, as we almost bumped into each other entering the lecture theatre one day. She was quiet and kept to herself; if nothing else, we had that in common. We were both in a forestry stream with slightly different majors. I was focusing on urban and rural environmental impacts, where she studied silviculture, which evaluated and planned for forestry uses. They're both a little more complex than that; however, the information is not critical for my story.

As you'd expect, forestry programs tend to attract the more outdoorsy types. Some may call us granolas, or tree huggers, but our interest in, and love of the wilderness, is a relatively common thread amongst all enrollees. That's not to say that there aren't beautiful or handsome people; we just tend to dress in a more... relaxed way.

My name is Kevin, and I grew up hunting, fishing, backpacking, camping, and doing my all-time favorite adventure outings. The kind that includes white water rafting, repelling, cable bridges... You name it. As a result, I was in very good physical shape. No bulging muscles or massive shoulders. Just a lean, strong build on my 5'11 inches. I rarely shave, but the best I can sport is a thin layer of bristle along my chin and above my lip. I honestly don't worry too much about my looks. I shower, brush my teeth, and never smell unless I just came out of the bush.

I lost my mom to cancer when I was 12, my grandparents just before going away to school, and my father during my second year of university. A freak accident at his place of employment. Most people think that a lawsuit would've been forthcoming, but all the video evidence had proven it was my father's own mistake. That was hard to take. Every boy thinks their father is infallible, but reality sometimes slaps you in the face. He had insurance, and as the sole beneficiary of his will, I was okay financially. Alone, save for an uncle on my mom's side. It was likely one of the reasons I became so engrossed in my studies.

Let's get this out of the way... I'm not a virgin. I'm no Casanova either, but I've had my share of experiences since I lost my virginity two months after I turned 18. For the most part, any relationship I had been in was a learning opportunity. I knew nothing was long-term, and it would seem my past girlfriends felt the same way. I could never do the one-night stand thing, so if I slept with her, she would be a girlfriend. Most relationships lasted 6-10 months. A few shorter ones and one that went almost a whole year. Each one ended amicably, whatever the reason. I never cheated on anyone, and to the best of my ability, I don't think I was cheated on. I could be naive, but if it did happen, at least they went to great lengths to keep it from me. What you don't know, can't hurt you... right?

As luck would have it, Ramona and I were delegated to work together by some random process the professor claimed he used. It wasn't a huge project; in fact, it would only take a day, maybe a weekend. We had to document and categorize as many distinct tree and tree-like species as we had in our geographical area. So, we had a quick meeting and made plans to head to Komachi's Conservation Reserve, located about half an hour south of us. I made arrangements to pick her up in my beat-up Ford F-150 early Saturday morning and make a full day of it.

We made small talk on the way out. Again, we knew of each other, but nothing personal. I listened as she explained her interest in forestry. She didn't seem to have a history of outdoor life, but she gravitated toward it as she finished her senior year in high school. As she spoke, I secretly took in her Latino appearance with a little more interest than I had in the past. She was short and... full? I don't know what the politically correct term would be, hence why I was having this moment inside my head. She wasn't fat (can you say that?). Her legs were short but lean and firm. Her hips were larger and flared out from her body. It was attractive on her. Her bum was a little big, but she carried it well, and it always looked good in jeans or Carhartt's. I'd never seen her without a sweatshirt on, so I wasn't sure about her stomach, but I'd guess she had a little extra there, but nothing that would jiggle. Her dark hair was long and naturally curly, and if it wasn't stuffed through the back of a ball cap, it was in a rough ponytail. Despite the glasses she wore, her eyes were large and a shade of brown that wasn't quite as dark as the usual brown eyes (hazel?). A small nose, thick lips, and dimples completed her look, which was prettier than I had earlier given credit for.

"So, almost three years later, you get stuck working with me." She declared with a smile.

"Yeah. I've seen you around, but we've never really walked the same path very often. I apologize in advance if I drag your IQ down on this assignment." She laughed at my cheeky remark. We were both top students, and we knew that much about each other.

We arrived at the entrance gate, and after paying the day fee, I pulled into the lot. We jumped out of the truck. I grabbed my large hiker pack as she grabbed her smaller school version.

"What the heck did you bring? The whole kitchen?" She teased me.

"Always be prepared is my motto." I said proudly as we headed to the trail entrance.

"Boy scout?" She asked.

"Nope. My grandfather instilled safety into my psyche since I could walk basically. He did search and rescue for decades."

"Wow. That's pretty cool. I bet he had a lot of stories."

I smiled. "He did. Sadly, they weren't all happy endings."

I think that response shocked her a little, as we walked in silence for the first twenty minutes. We hit the first split in the trail, and she asked me which route I wanted to go.

"Well, if we're looking for as much variety as possible, we should take the lookout trail. There are a few spots where we could go off the beaten path into thicker vegetation." She nodded in agreement and started the trail to the right.

It quickly narrowed, and we could no longer walk side by side. I was beginning to appreciate her jeans more and more from the rear. Like I said, she wasn't heavy, but full, and it was a sexy package. She stopped at a rock cut, leaned against the old rocks, and pulled her sweatshirt over her head, slightly dragging her white t-shirt up with it, until I saw her belly button. With a final tug, she had it over her head and was opening her duffle bag.

I had never seen her without a baggy sweatshirt or sweater, and what I was looking at was incredible. Her stomach was obviously toned, and her breasts... oh man... her breasts! Now, I'm not what you'd call a boob guy. They're nice but not deal-breakers for me. Ramona's boobs stuck out proudly. Round and perky. I instantly pictured my face between them... I had never thought like that before. I gave myself a mental slap as she pulled out a bottle of water and another hard-sided box.

"What's that?" I motioned at the box.

"It's a drone. I thought we could use it to navigate from above." I smiled at her ingenuity. "Is there a clearing coming up?" She had figured out that I had come here often.

"Yeah, about a quarter mile yet, but it would be a good place to start." She wrapped her sweatshirt around her waist and started walking again.

While she ruined one image, I was only too happy to check out her tits when I could. It took about thirty minutes to get to the clearing, as the trail began to ascend. She opened the small box and took out a drone that was no more than 10 inches in diameter. While she set that up, I began sampling and logging the species close by. Sometime later, I heard the recognizable buzz of the small drone as it took off.

"Okay, I'll take it East first and work back in a north-south grid. How large of a grid do you want? A hectare?"

"Sure." At just shy of two and a half acres, that was enough space to start with. With any luck, we could get two or three hectares in before it was time to head back.

Ramona slowly walked off with the viewfinder in hand and looked for a high point that she could settle on. Meanwhile, I did the work the old-fashioned way, trudging on foot through the green space. When I next glanced at my watch, an hour and forty-five minutes had passed, and I hadn't heard the buzzing of the drone, nor could I see Ramona.

"Hey! Ramona? All good?" I called out but received only the sound of the leaves in the wind. Instinctively, I decided to move in the direction I last saw her heading. Maybe she was taking a bathroom break or just a break in general. I packed my camera and iPad, so I could move a little quicker and cleaner through the brush and trees.

I called out every few minutes. "Ramona?" After a half hour of silence, I was starting to get concerned. I came up to a rock shelf that had a massive boulder that stood 10 or 12 feet high. I peeled my backpack off and climbed the assorted rocks until I got to the top of the biggest boulder. I looked around and could see a few bare areas, but still no Ramona. Channeling my grandfather's wisdom, I stood perfectly still and closed my eyes. "If you close your eyes and truly listen, Kevin, you can hear the forest talking to you." His voice echoed in my memories as I did just that. It wasn't about listening for something; it was listening to everything. The wind passing your body, the leaves and grass rustling from the gentle nudge of it. Birds, mosquitoes, everything had a place out here. The more you listened to nature, the easier it would be to identify something that shouldn't be here... and that's when I heard it. An audible whisper between the rustling of the leaves.

"Kevin... help... Kevin."

It may have registered as a whisper, but the gravity of the information hit me hard. I slipped/jumped down the boulder and grabbed my pack, slinging it on my back as my feet quickly carried me in the direction of the whispers. After two hundred yards, I stopped again and listened.

"Kevin!"

It was louder this time, verifying my choice of direction was good. I started running and jumping over stumps, ducking branches. I could feel my bare arms getting scratched by some of the stiffer foliage, but it wasn't enough to slow me down. I was about to stop again, but I didn't have to.

"ARGH! GO AWAY!"

The fear in her voice was evident, and my heart was racing a hundred miles an hour. Then I heard it. Once you've heard it, you can't unhear it. It was the growl and huff of an angry bear. Through the wickets of some small poplars, I could see the back of a black bear that was stomping her feet and swiping at the dirt. About fifty yards past her was Ramona, with her back to a small ravine.

I stopped and ripped open my sack, grabbing my Rambo-style utility knife and a can of bear spray. Fortunately, I was upwind, and she hadn't seen me yet. I swiped at branches as I walked into the clearing, making my presence known to the bear. She reared up on her back legs and turned her head in my direction. Guided by the spiritual voice of my grandfather, I thumped my chest and made myself as big as possible, yelling guttural noises.

The bear turned and landed on all fours facing me. I stopped and continued my antics. It was a stand-off that was going to go one of two ways, and only one was good. Black bears rarely attack for no reason. She was either frightened or threatened. I needed her to see me as a reason to move on. I scanned for cubs but didn't see any. They could be off in the bush line, but I was hoping she was alone. I shuffled sideways, keeping my posture as large as possible, but maintaining my distance. I planned to eventually get between the bear and my classmate.

The more I shuffled toward Ramona, I could see that the bear's aggression was easing. Maybe she sensed neither of us as a threat anymore, but trying to reason what a wild bear was thinking didn't have much merit. *Don't show fear* Grandpa's words fluttered in my mind. *Move slowly but with authority*. I was about 30 feet from Ramona, who was crying at this point.

"Ramona. Stand tall." She immediately did as I asked.

Moments later, the big bear had decided she was done with the situation and began to saunter off into the woods. I continued my movement, never taking my eye off the bear until I was right beside Ramona. "I think she's moving on now. You, okay?"

Ramona swooped into me and hugged me like I was the last life preserver in the water. She was crying heavily and shaking. With the threat of the bear gone, I consoled her for a while, letting her get herself together.

"I can't believe I let myself get caught like that." She mumbled into my chest.

"Shhhhh." I tried to keep her calm.

"Some Forrester I'll be." She whimpered.

"Even the most seasoned outdoorsman gets caught by surprise, Ramona. Stop beating yourself up. The bear's gone, you're okay, take comfort in that. You'll be all the wiser next time."

She finally pulled back and wiped her eyes a few times. She looked distraught and... cute as hell. "Thanks, Kevin. You saved my ass... literally."

"Just doing my part for all those men out there. Wouldn't want them to lose the opportunity to see your butt." She shot a look at me, and when she saw my smile, she started to laugh.

"Smooth, Kevin. Real smooth." She smiled.

"I try. So, what are you doing at the ravine? I thought you were going east/west?"

"I lost control of my drone. I think the battery has a memory because it started to lose power way too soon. Anyway, the last visual I had from it was right over the edge here."

I walked to the edge and looked down. It wasn't super steep, but the terrain was loose and littered with rocks and shrubs. "How important is this drone to you?" I was thinking it was a lost cause.

"Well, it wasn't cheap." She gave me a look that tweaked my heart.

I sighed heavily. "Okay... let me go grab my bag." I was about to take off when I felt her arm grab mine tight.

"Please don't leave me, Kevin." Her look was desperate.

It seemed a little foolish, but I guess she was still rattled. "All right, why don't we walk together to go get it? It's just in the bush line to the right." With a smile and a nod, she scooped in behind me as we went to get my bag.

On route, she explained how the bear had gotten the drop on her while she was surveying the ravine for her drone. She had placed her backpack somewhere, admitting she wasn't exactly sure where it was. In truth, the sequence of events was sort of comical, but I wasn't about to share that with her.

After the retrieval of my large pack, we stood at the top of the ravine, trying to establish the best course of action. Once she identified the area, she believed it went down, so I opened my pack and pulled out some rope and anchors.

"Boy, you sure do come prepared." She joked as I looked for a good place to hammer the anchor in.

"Yeah, well... not my first rodeo in the park." I found a spot between a sequence of rocks and hammered the anchor deep. "It's not going to be the best hold, but I'll stay up here and hold the fort while you do search and rescue."

She smiled at my ability not to take the situation too seriously. I clipped a belt around her waist and kept the tension up as she worked her way down. The rope was truly for an emergency only. It wasn't so steep that you couldn't work your way down, but one lost footing and you'd have a nasty tumble down an unforgiving surface. She was about 30 ft down when she called up.

"I can see it. It's over to the left about 20 feet."

"Okay, and on the count of three, we'll take a single step to the left in unison, and we'll keep doing that until you're close enough. If anything feels off, call abort. Okay?" She flashed me a thumbs-up, and we began our slow dance towards the drone.

After four shuffles, Ramona got a little too impatient and moved before me. Her right foot slipped, as a rock pulled from the ground, and she landed on her hip. I was pulled a few feet before I was able to stop her descent.

"You okay, Ramona?" I yelled at her.

It took her a moment to answer. "Yeah." She sounded unsure. "I'm pretty sure I twisted my ankle, though."

I looked down over the edge. "Is that a ledge just below you?"

"Yeah."

"I'm going to lower you down to it, okay?" I saw her nod, and I let the rope feed from around my back a few inches at a time until she was on a secure footing. "Okay, unhook yourself, and I'll come down to you."

I pulled the rope up and established a comfortable rigging to ease myself down. I checked the anchor and winced, knowing it wasn't the greatest. With my large backpack back on, I slowly made my way down to Ramona. Occasionally, I could feel the rope give. My guess was the anchor wasn't going to hold long, so I went a little quicker than normal. That turned out to be a good decision as it let go on my last step. We had to watch for the anchor falling behind.

"Are you okay? She asked. When I nodded, she looked around at where we were. "Now what? How do we get out of here?"

I unhooked myself and stretched to grab her drone. "All right, that's done. I suggest we walk the ledge as far as we can and look for the easiest way down." She nodded and followed close behind me. I gathered my rope, and we began. Progress was slow, with her limp and all, but we soon came across a sandy part of the hill and slid the rest of the way down, inching slowly on our butts. Once we were safe and sound, I looked at my watch.

"Wow. 5:30. Where did the time go?" Ramona laughed at my satirical sense of humor. A quick check of my phone showed we had no service in the lower-lying area. I watched Ramona do the same thing, but I could see the panic rising in her.

"Kevin? There's no service. What do we do?"

I reached into my trusty backpack and rustled around until I found it, pulling out a small 2-way radio. I turned it on, and it squawked to life. "Komachi ranger station, come in." After a minute I tried again. "Komachi Ranger Station, come in." With no reply, I switched to channel 4. Most of the parks worked on channel 2 or 4. I'd forgotten to verify before we entered.

"Komachi Ranger Station, come in." Thirty seconds later, a voice came from the other end.

"Komachi base. Go ahead."

I watched Ramona's face light up as I filled the ranger in on our approximate location and situation. It was more than possible for us to navigate ourselves out, but I could tell Ramona was about done. I finished my discussion with the ranger, and we hunkered down for the eventual arrival of the cavalry.

"Roger Komachi base. We'll hold tight." I looked at my classmate, trying to rub her ankle, so I shuffled over and sat down, taking her foot and putting it on my lap.

"Kevin. You don't have to rub my foot, too. You've done more than enough white knight stuff already."

I ignored her and began working on her calf. Her face instantly softened as the manipulations eased her discomfort. "White knighting is a full-service mam." I teased, and she giggled. As my hands worked on her leg, I kept her talking. "Sounds like it'll be an hour or so before they get out to us, so... you know any good games?" She moaned lightly and shook her head. The conversation died, so I just kept up with my massage.

"Kevin. Thank you. For... everything." She was giving me a very loving look.

"Don't mention it. You can thank me by letting me take the lead author in our submission." She laughed because we both knew that amounted to nothing.

"Actually..." she started. "I'd like to thank you now if you'd let me." I looked at her quizzically. She pulled her leg from my lap and scooted beside me. She looked me in the eyes, distracting me from her hand placement. She gave my cock a squeeze, and it was my turn to moan. Then... she kissed me. Between the two, I was hard in seconds. "Relax, Kevin, let me do this."

She lowered herself to face my lap, working her magic, getting my pants open and down to my knees in no time. With a squeak of delight, she began sucking my cock earnestly. She deliberately used a lot of tongue and Frenched my mushroom head, dipping her tongue into my pee hole. I was squeezing my butt so tight I would've turned coal into diamonds for sure.

"Holy fuck... Ra... mona." It wasn't my first blowjob, but it quickly ranked up there in the top 3 easily.

She assaulted my cock repeatedly, trying to take me all the way, causing herself to gag numerous times. I wanted to tell her it wasn't necessary, but she seemed to be getting off on it. Suddenly her mouth popped off my cock leaving it throbbing in the open air.

"Can you stand up?" Her voice was hoarse and sexy. I nodded and tried to stand up with some form of grace, with my pants around my knees.

I pushed my pants lower and stood tall as Ramona lifted her shirt over her head and quickly took off her bra. Now, as I've said, I'm not really a boob guy. Don't get me wrong, boobs are nice, but I'm a 'tits are for kids', kind of guy. Ramona, however, was quickly converting me. They were large, round, and firm. No sag, despite the size.

"Where were we?" She resumed her oral ministrations, and I watched my cock disappear inside her warm mouth. I could see her boobs bouncing slightly with her bobbing rhythm. It was a moment and a sensation that I wanted to last forever; however, my excitement could not be harnessed.

"Ra... Ramona," I whispered in pleasure. "I'm really close." After a few more sucks, she pulled herself off.

Her hand, covered in saliva and pre-cum worked me from head to base. "Cum on my tits, Kevin. Mark my tits with all your cum!" She looked so intense; it was the last straw that pushed me over the top.

"Oh shit... cuummming! FUCK!"

She expertly massaged my shaft and balls, as I unloaded 6 or 7 heavy ropes onto her luscious melons. I heard her suck in her breath and watched her eyes slam tight.

"Oooooooh, shiiiiiiittttttt..." she hissed.

*Holy fuck! Did she just orgasm from my cum hitting her tits?*

When she came down from her orgasm, she opened her eyes and winked at me, my still semi-hard cock in one hand and my balls in the other. "Consider yourself thanked, Mr. Boy Scout."

When she let my cock go, I shuffled to my backpack and pulled out a backup t-shirt and wiped myself. When I was done, I offered it to her, but she was already putting her bra back on. "Ramona? Did you want to clean yourself off?"

She gave me the most wicked and sexy smile. "Not a chance! I don't plan on wiping it off until I get in the shower at home." She pulled her shirt back on, and you could see the wet spots forming. She rubbed the shirt around her breasts and nipples, smiling at me the whole time. When I helped her stand up, she undid her sweatshirt from around her waist and put it back on. "It'll be our naughty little secret." She teased and kissed me on the lips.

PART 2

Two years after graduation, we were married in a small ceremony with our family and closest friends. I had started my own urban forestry company, doing small contracts around town, cutting or pruning dying trees that were a nuisance or risk to city infrastructure. It could be physical work at times, but I embraced the strain and sweat. It made me feel like I was earning a good, honest dollar. Mona (Ramona) worked for a corporate company in forest revitalization. She was the official 'bean counter' for the forests they managed. Instead of money, she inventoried trees and shrubs for reforestation.

We both worked longer hours in the summer but still made time for each other. We banked as much money as we could for three things. A house, a winter trip, and for children. According to Ramona, kids were a few years away, and the trip was something we promised to each other every winter. It was an opportunity to unwind, get a tan, and fuck. We both loved that part.

We had our eye on a new subdivision that was being developed just inside the city limits, but out far enough to feel rural. The lots would be going up for sale in the new year, so that was where most of our savings went. Once we bought the property, we would have 3 years to build, and that was something we both wanted... to build the house we wanted. Nothing crazy. Actually, the opposite. We loved simple and classic, with heavy wood accents. Typical tree huggers.

I always teased Mona, of those three things, having children would be the hardest. Oh, it wasn't the act that was the issue... it was the finish. Unknown at the time, when I first dumped my load of cum on her beautiful tits, the love of my life has a bit of a fetish. Yep, you guessed it. She loved cum on her body. On her boobs, on her face, on her stomach, her butt, you name it.

It didn't take too long for me to catch on, and when I did, I confronted her. I could understand if she didn't want to swallow my cum, it's not every girl's cup of tea, but not letting me cum in her pussy confused and concerned me. We had been dating for about 6 months, getting busy almost daily back then. In our post-nut glow, she was smearing my cum around her stomach after I painted it white. I finally confronted her.

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"Babe? Can I ask you a question?"

"You can ask me anything you want, sweetie."

"Does the thought of me cumming inside you, bother you?" She stopped playing with my cum and looked up at me.

"No, no, not at all."

"Do you know that in the last six months, I haven't finished in you once? You told me you're on the pill, so what's the deal? Maybe I'm a bit of a Neanderthal, but the thought of filling you with my cum is a huge turn-on." I could tell by her posture that she was starting to close me off. "Look, I get it if you don't want to swallow it, but I'm starting to think there's something you're purposely holding back from me."

She scrunched up on her bed, so I lay beside her and spooned her. "Talk to me, Mona." I could hear her sniff.

"You're going to think I'm a freak." She whispered.

"Oh, honey. I already do. You're my sexy freak! I love it!" I felt her body vibrate with a chuckle. She suddenly spun around so she could face me.

"I don't know why, but I like it. I don't like the taste, but I like the warmth and texture. I love how it feels on my skin. I even saw a shrink about it a few years ago. She called it a fetish. Some can be bad and even dangerous, but she assured me mine wasn't. She did tell me that accepting it would make it easier for me to monitor it and keep it in check. Apparently, fetishes can get dangerous if they start to take over your life." She looked away. "Oh my God! Has that already happened?" She wrapped her arm over my shoulder. "Have I freaked you out? Do I disgust you?"

"Of course not! What guy wouldn't enjoy spraying his cum over his woman!" I smiled, and she slapped my arm. "Seriously, Mona. I wish you had told me, so I could understand. I'm happy to share this with you. Making each other happy in the bedroom will go a long way in keeping us yearning for each other."

She smiled and kissed me. "You are an amazing man, Mr. Turner." I brushed a stray hair from her face. "Tell me, what kind of things do you like? What would you like to do, to keep things interesting?"

"Well, I can't tell you all of them now. I need something to surprise you with when you get bored."

"I doubt I'll ever get bored of you in my bed." That earned her a kiss from me.

"I would like to cum in you sometimes."

She wiggled her eyebrows at me. "You got a second round in you? I'd love you to do that right now."

**

That was a major turning point in our relationship. When she became open to sharing with me, and vice versa, our sex life went off the charts. I was happy to play out every cum splattering fantasy she had. She didn't know this, but I even investigated ways to try to increase the amount of my ejaculation. I tried a bunch of holistic concoctions, but I found the biggest attribute to increasing your load was excitement and edging. The excitement was easy, as Mona was hot as fuck and even hotter in the sack. We would experiment with edging and orgasm refusal. I can't lie... sometimes it was, really, frustrating to be denied over and over, but it was all worth it when my girl squealed in excitement as my huge load splattered her face, chest, stomach, or ass. One time, while I was sitting on her chest, I pulled her head sideways and covered the whole side of her head with my cum. She had a huge orgasm that day! She played with the cum in her hair for over 20 minutes after.

One day, she seemed very sheepish as we began our session. We typically don't set out a specific plan on how or where I was going to cum, but earlier she told me she needed a face full of my cum. No problem!

"Mo? Are you worried about something? You seem distracted."

She leaned in and let me wrap her up in my arms. She was a perfect fit. "I... I want to talk to you about something, but I'm worried you might think I'm a freak."

I laughed. "This sounds like a discussion we've had before we got married." I kissed the top of her head. "You're my freak, and I love everything about you! You can talk to me about anything." I felt the rigidity of her body relax. "Just say it, baby."

She was quiet for a moment, then her whispery voice spoke from my chest. "Would you be interested in watching a porno while we have sex?"

I smiled at her request. It was different but far from freaky. "If that's what you'd like to add to our fun time, I'm good with that."

She pulled back quickly. "REALLY? Just like that? You'd be okay with it?"

"Of course. As long as it's something we do together." My smile shifted to a semi-serious look. "Unless it involves pain... or animals." My smirk won out, and she giggled.

"I'm not that kind of freak, baby!" She let go of me and loaded her thumb drive into our smart TV. Once she navigated the menu, she pressed play.

"Singapore Bukkake. Interesting title. Is this what I think it is?" She blushed heavily. I didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable, so I pulled her hand gently and sat us down on the bed. "Sounds fun!"

We sat together as the movie started and in classic porno fashion, it took less than 5 minutes for a small Asian girl to be encircled by a group of unnamed men. As the guys began stroking off, Ramona began jerking my hard cock (yes, it was hard already. The movie had some merit). Soon she was sucking my cock off and on, watching the girl on the screen, servicing as many cocks as she could with her hands and mouth. I could hear Ramona getting worked up as her breathing was getting heavy. She edged me for the last 45 minutes, as the scene began to develop to its conclusion.

As the first few volleys of cum struck the girl on her face and chest, Ramona let out a guttural moan. I wasn't convinced that she didn't have a small orgasm. When that passed, she engulfed my cock, getting me primed. By now I was standing, and she was alternating between jerking, sucking my cock, and watching the girl, on TV, get showered with cum.

"You ready for your cum shower?" I groaned deeply. Ramona steeled her eyes to mine.

"Yes, please." She whispered.

"Not good enough. Tell me what you want."

"I want your cum." She said louder.

"Doesn't sound like it. A real cumslut would be begging to be covered with my cum. Are you my cumslut?" She nodded her head. "Not good enough. Tell me what you want slut." I was overacting, I thought, but I could see my words were having a tremendous impact on my wife; she was nearly vibrating.

"Cover me with your cum! Own me! PLEASE!" She was almost yelling now. I took her hand off my cock and began stroking myself.

"Get ready... cumslut!" Before she could say another word, I shot a massive jet straight into her face. That caused her to squeal in delight. I aimed my next at her neck and chest. I squeezed the base of my cock and built up the pressure as I moved to the side and shot two solid ropes across her head and hair. My final shots were aimed between her shoulder blades and lower back.

I nearly passed out from the intensity of my orgasm, but I could still hear Ramona whimper and moan through a massive one of her own. It took her 3 or 4 minutes before she tried to open her eyes. I knelt in front of her. "Too much?" I asked genuinely.

"No. I loved it." She smiled and gestured for me to help her up. "I want to kiss you so bad right now, but I need to clean up first. Join me in the shower?"

We walked past the TV and the girl was still getting cummed on by more men. I wasn't sure, but I thought I heard my wife moan as she headed to the shower. Needless to say, that became a regular occurrence in our bedroom. I put my foot down and made sure that it was a treat and not every day. Too much of a good thing can take away from the experience over time, and I wanted Ramona to get the full experience every time. It was when she came the hardest.

Last night, we were cuddling on the couch, watching Happy Gilmore for the hundredth time (we love Adam Sandler movies), spooned behind her, casually rubbing her stomach... and breasts. I was unquestionably becoming a boob guy, at least for my girl's boobs. She returned the favor by grinding her bottom into my stiffening cock. This mutual teasing went on for half the movie. My lust for her was growing, so I began to up the torture. My hand slowly moved up to gently encircle her throat, while I nibbled on her exposed ear lobe. The temperature in the room went up considerably. Her ass was plastered to my groin and her moans got louder.

To this day, I don't know why I played so heavily into her fantasy... I guess I just thought it would make her hotter. I was right.

"Tell me, cumslut. Where do you want it? On your face? Over those gorgeous tits? How about your asshole?" Her breathing got louder. "I bet you want me to cum all over you, don't you? Cover you from head to toe with my hot, thick cum?"

She was bucking like a bronco into my erection. Adam Sandler was a distant memory. She pulled free and landed on the floor. She was whipping her sweatshirt off in record time. "Get naked... now!" Her voice was deep and sexy.

Like two high school kids trying to get lucky before the parents got home, we were naked and sex wrestling on the floor (thank God for our area carpet). I was balls-deep in her shaved pussy in seconds. No preamble, no working into it. No... I was pounding her the moment my head slipped past her outer lips.

Her legs wrapped around me, as I leaned down and bit gently on her nipples. That made her squeak like a sexy, demented mouse. Okay... a horrible simile, but it was sexy! "I'm going to paint your eyes closed with my cock snot, cumslut!" More squeaks. I could tell she was going to a whole other level right now... so I committed even more. I slammed her as hard as I could, wondering if the floorboards would need to be replaced.

"I'm gonna bring my whole crew. I want to see you bathing in cum, like that little Asian whore!" Her eyes went large. "That what you want, cumslut? 20 or 30 guys spraying their ball juice all over your body? So much cum, you're gonna look like a ghost!"

Her cheeks went red, and her eyes started bulging. I wasn't worried because her hips were desperately trying to meet my thrusts. "That's what you want, isn't it? A whole bunch of men showering you with their baby batter, turning you into the bukkake queen!"

"St... st... stop!" She moaned. Her eyes were beginning to roll back. "Too much!" She screeched.

"Too much what? Cum? Not a chance! You long to bathe in it! You'd sleep in a tub of it if you could!" I was starting to get close and knew she was about to tip any second. "Admit it you fucking cum slut! Admit it!"

On my last thrust, she arched back, hitting her head solidly on the floor. I could feel her legs grip me like a vice; her abs were shaking; even her eyelids were vibrating. In the throes of my own orgasm, I could see that Ramona was in the middle of something neither of us had experienced before. When I was done shooting the last of my cum into her, she was still jerking around, with her head extended all the way back. A part of me thought that I had broken her.

"Baby?" I whispered to her, but she was still going. I could feel her vaginal walls squeezing me even harder. "Baby... you, okay?" My voice got louder. Finally, her head straightened out after what seemed like forever, as the contractions and jerking ceased. Her eyes were glossy, and I could tell she wasn't quite coherent. "Ro... sweetie. Are you okay?"

Her eyes searched for mine, and when they did, I saw tears falling down her cheeks. I felt horrible! Here, I thought I was feeding into her kink, trying to give her a great experience. Instead, I upset her to the point where she started crying. FUCK! Me and my big mouth.

I slid off to the side and pulled her tight to me. We lay there for quite some time. Her tears had subsided, but my guilt was surging inside. Why did I take it so far? "I'm so sorry, baby. I'm sorry." I whispered over and over into her ear.

She finally stirred, and I released her. I helped her onto the couch, grabbed the woven throw blanket, and placed it over her shoulders. I sat beside her, putting my arm around her back, and rubbed her shoulder gently. Her head was on my shoulder, so I don't know how she knew, but I was about to apologize again when she spoke up.

"Please stop apologizing."

"But... I took it too far." I tried to own her turmoil.

"No... no you didn't." She whispered. Her head lifted from my shoulder, and her hand reached for my chin. "You have no idea what you did for me." *Did she say, for me?*

"It's embarrassing to admit, Kevin."

"We're way past that, babe. You know there is nothing you can tell or share with me that will make me think less of you. I love you. It's that simple." She smiled and kissed my cheek. "I thought I hurt you."

She shook her head slowly. "The opposite, really." Now I was slightly confused. She took pity on me and began to explain what she meant. "You know how much it turns me on when you talk dirty to me. I feel dirty and sexy at the same time, but deep down, I know you love me too. It's... liberating." She licked her lips. "You took me to a whole other level today. When you talked about others, strange men cumming all over me, my whole body throbbed. Combined with the pounding you were giving me, it was like you opened a locked door to my deepest sexual triggers." Her face started to go red.

"So... all that? The spasms, the tears, were..."

"The biggest, longest, and most intense orgasm of my life. It was like all my best orgasms pushed into one. I thought I was going to shit myself or pass out." She looked sheepish following her admission.

"So, your deepest sexual fantasy is to have a bunch of random men, use you as a cum receptacle?" I was trying to be understanding, but deep down I was worried. How could I ever compete with such a desire?

"It's... It's not about sex. I don't dream about fucking a room full of guys, it's more about the degradation of being cummed on." She grabbed my hand. "Remember when I told you I saw a therapist years ago about this fetish? She established that I had a deep-seated need to be submissive, but not in life or even in a relationship. She couldn't thoroughly give me a definition, but she said it was like a caged Tiger, and letting it out could be amazing or dangerous."

"Is that why we've been watching all these Bukkake movies? Is the Tiger coming out?"

"I honestly felt that I had everything under control. I was experiencing amazing sex and was feeling more than satisfied with everything, and you've been a huge part of that. You've helped me find a safe, comfortable level."

"Until now..." I whispered. What have I done? "I... I don't know if I'm comfortable with where this may be going, Ramona."

"It doesn't need to go anywhere, baby. It was a one-off. I seriously doubt I could handle that level regularly." She snickered.

"So, you're saying you never want to experience the biggest, most pleasurable orgasm of your life again?"

"I'm more than happy with where things are in the bedroom. You've been patient, accommodating, and supportive. What more could a woman ask?" I wanted to believe her... I truly did.

**

There was a silent impact on our relationship following that day. Neither one of us wanted to bring it up for fear of where it might go. I've never been insecure about myself or my life's decisions, and I hated that there may be a level of pleasure my wife wants that I could never give her, by myself. For the next few months, we purposefully downplayed the cumslut routine, porno stuff, and became a little more vanilla. If you could call, vaginal, oral, and anal sex vanilla. I laid off the dirty talk and was finishing inside her far more regularly. She never complained and she seemed happy with things, but I could see the switch go off any time I did cum on her. It was both fascinating and somewhat uncomfortable. Uncomfortable because I knew what her deepest desires were, and I would never be emotionally strong enough to give her that.

We eventually talked about trying to recreate the living room scene from months ago, but she felt it was too organic, and trying to replicate it may force her to think about the real thing and let the Tiger out of its cage. It was a sobering thought that my wife had such a deep and strong desire that she was almost afraid of it as much as I was.

Three months had passed, and things were sort of back to normal. Neither of us brought it up, and we continued, ignoring the dark secret. Our sex life was great, all things considered. I think she was trying to reassure me that she was happy and content, and I wanted to believe her. I was cleaning up after dinner when she strutted into the kitchen with her hands behind her back, wearing a devious grin.

"Okay... what did you do?" I teased. She always loved to be dramatic when she had something to tell me. Whether it was to soften me up for something she did or to tease me in advance of something fun. She made me sit on a kitchen chair, then straddled my legs, facing me with her hands still behind her back.

"How much do you love me?" She smirked.

"Hopefully enough to forgive you for whatever you broke." I teased, causing her to scrunch up her nose. I loved that look.

"Fine. Be that way." She pretended to be angry.

"Okay, okay, okay." I looked deep into her eyes. "How much do I love you? My God, if your love were a grain of sand, mine would be a universe of beaches." Her face went soft, and her eyes got glossy.

"Wow." She whispered. "I wasn't expecting that."

"Did I do good?" I teased. She nodded her head vigorously.

"What if I told you I booked us a trip to a fancy, five-star resort in the Caribbean?" She could see the concern on my face. While we traveled in the winter, it was always frugally done. We made our own fun, regardless of the level of service or amenities. "Un-scrunch your face." She joked. "What if I told you I was able to make that booking and stay within our budget?" She wiggled her eyebrows.

"I'd call you a fibber." Her arms whipped out from her back, and she held a printed itinerary for a five-star resort in Cayo Coco. I took it from her hands and reviewed the details. Based on what she printed, she was telling the truth. The best we've ever done before was a four-star, and that was luck. "This is for real?" I looked into her smiling face, and she glowed at my excitement.

"A-N-D...." She delayed my celebration, leaning in and putting her face nose to nose with me. "How would you feel about knocking up your woman when we got back?"

I was speechless. We hadn't talked about a family for... well, since that day in the living room. I just figured she still wasn't ready. "For real?!" Her forehead rubbed up and down on mine with a positive nod.

I grabbed her around the waist and stood, lifting her with me. Her legs wrapped around me as I spun around the kitchen, celebrating the news. I pushed up against the wall and kissed her heavily. When I finally let her breathe, her face was flushed red.

"I think you should take me upstairs and practice, practice, practice!" She laughed. You didn't have to tell me twice.

Four weeks later, we had landed outside Cayo Coco and got on the bus that took us to our resort. The break was needed in many ways, and some sun, surf, and alcohol were just what we needed. We unloaded with our crowd and gathered in the lobby, where the toughest part of our trip began... waiting to check in. I had to pee, so Ramona held our place while I went to find a washroom. Thankfully, it wasn't too far. I moved up to one of the urinals and proceeded with my business, feeling instant relief. Two guys came in and they were talking loudly and animatedly.

"Can you believe how much pussy is here? This trip is going to be epic!"

"I know, dude. I can't wait to get my dick wet!"

I laughed as the guys stepped up to the urinals to my side. The tall one looked at me, questioning my laughter. I flushed my urinal and zipped up.

"Just remember boys (they were only 2 or 3 years younger than me) not every pussy is available. Some are married." I smiled, and the other guy spoke up.

"Well, if she's married and here at a singles-only resort, I'd say she's looking for an upgrade or hubby's a cuck!" Both guys laughed, and I lost any interest in conversing anymore.

I made a beeline for Ramona, who was now second in line for check-in. I moved in behind her, leaning in to speak softly into her ear. "Uh, Mona? Were you aware that you booked us into a singles-only resort?" She turned her head towards me.

"What?" Her voice was a little louder than it needed to be.

"I overheard some guys in the washroom. This is a singles-only resort. It's where people go for random, no-strings, hookups."

"That can't be?" She whispered back to me. It was now our turn at the counter, and we moved forward.

"Welcome!" The attractive male worker greeted us. "Well, you two sure worked quickly." He teased us. I guess he thought we just hooked up in the line. When Ramona gave him our reservation details, you could see his face and demeanor change a little. "A Mr. and Mrs." He took his eyes off the screen and looked at us. "We don't get many married couples here; well, they never admit it anyway. Are you guys into swinging or something?"

I leaned over the counter and glared at the resort employee. "What the fuck does that mean?" The anger in my eyes was clear, and Max (that's what his nameplate said) put his hands up in defense.

Ramona grabbed my arm and whispered in a stern tone. "Don't you dare embarrass us, Kevin. I didn't know, and there's nothing we can do about it now. We'll be fine if we just keep to ourselves and enjoy the beach. Relax, okay."

Max looked me over and could see that she had diffused the situation. He quietly carried on with his check-in. He informed us of all the amenities, including the restaurants and clubs. He handed us our keys. "I hope you two enjoy your stay." He smiled as we walked away.

It took a bit to find our room since I wasn't really listening to Max's directions. After being guided by a chambermaid, we opened the door and pushed our stuff inside. Ramona was looking over the pamphlets and brochures they leave, trying to encourage you to go on off-resort adventures. I walked to the balcony and pulled open the glass door, stepping into the moist, warm air. It was an amazing resort. We had a great view over three pools, a tennis court, and just past the palm trees was the ocean. I felt Ramona come in behind me and wrap her arms around my chest, her large boobs pressing into my back.

"I'm sorry, Kevin. I must've missed the fine print." She sighed. "Nothing changes. Despite what may go on around us, we're here to relax, have some drinks and fuck. Nobody is going to change that."

It was my turn to sigh. I turned around and embraced my wife. "It's tough enough that I have watched guys lust after you in your bathing suit at a regular resort. You're going to be more than just eye candy here, babe. You'll be a prime target all week. I don't know if I want to deal with that the whole time."

She kissed me deeply. "Then we'll make it obvious that I'm not available. I promise not to let you from my sight and make it clear that my dance card is full with my hunky man." She squeezed my butt, managing to bring a smile to my face.

"And if a big, buff, black guy tries to steal you away?" I raised my eyebrows.

"I'll just tell him I'm not into pain." Her look slowly broke from serious to smirky. "Make no mistake, baby. This married pussy is a one cock kind of girl, and you are that guy for life." As we hugged, I concluded that we could enjoy ourselves despite the situation we fell into.

The resort was unbelievable and worth every star it was rated. We didn't need to spend any more money on excursions or shopping trips. Everything we wanted or needed was here. I had to admit that our first four days were amazing. Sure, Ramona had drawn some looks and even the odd wolf whistle, but she was true to her word and never left my side or my sight. She said that some women were checking me out, but I was oblivious to it all. I only had eyes for one girl, and she was my wife.

We just finished a marathon fuck session and laid on the bed trying to catch our breath. "That would've been a great baby-making session!" Ramona offered as she grabbed my hand. I groaned in agreement. "I stopped taking my pills over a month ago." She added.

I turned to face her. "Why didn't you tell me?" I jumped on her comment. She laughed at my excitement.

"You do know it's going to take a while for my system to flush it out, right?" She gave me a goofy look. "I just told you because I want you to know how serious I am." She rolled to face me and touched my cheek. "I can't wait to give you a baby."

I scooped her up, sticky bodies forgotten, and hugged her tightly. I could feel like our lives were turning a corner, and I never felt happier. "We should celebrate! What do you want to do tonight?" I asked her excitedly. She giggled at my mood.

"We could go to a club and dance our asses off." When she saw my positive reaction, she jumped up and down, clapping her hands like an 8-year-old.

Our earlier plans about laying low and keeping to ourselves went out the window, and a few hours later, we were part of the party crowd at one of the nightclubs. Ramona loved to dance, and I loved watching her dance. Ramona was born with an internal rhythm that came to life when she heard music. She wasn't always the prettiest or the best-built woman in a club, but she was almost always the best dancer. Guys would look over their dates just to watch her. She oozed sexiness, and tonight I was enjoying the looks of these men who watched her.

We made a few friends around the bar in between songs and chatted things up, getting to know people. She left with a small group of girls to go pee, while I had a few beers and talked with some guys about... You know, guy stuff.

"Yo, dude. That chick is smoking! I saw the ring on her finger. Is she here with her hubby?"

I smiled and lifted my left hand, showing him my ring finger. "He's right here!"

"You brought your wife to a singles resort?" One of the other guys asked.

I explained the mix-up with the booking, and most got a chuckle from it. One guy was shaking his head slowly. "Something bothering you, buddy?" I asked.

"Hey, I don't know you at all... or your wife," He paused, "Are you sure it was a mistake?" All the guys looked at me following his question.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I could feel the anger I felt at the check-in resurfaced.

"Dude, I've been to many of these resorts." He started and looked embarrassed at what he was going to say. "Let's just say that any married woman I've encountered was there for a reason and it didn't involve her husband, or if it did, he was on the sidelines watching the game... if you know what I'm saying."

I death stared him. One of the guys tried to break the tension. "Look, you're here with her, and she's been very clear that you two are married. What Scott said rings some truth, but it doesn't apply to every situation."

Scott was quick to nod his head. "I'm not suggesting your wife is looking. I was just telling you what I've encountered." We all took a swig of our various drinks, letting the tension resolve itself. He looked over at me. "We good?"

My shoulders dropped when I realized how tense I got. I smirked at my reaction... like some cheesy high school jock. "Yeah... we're good. Sorry, I got so intense."

Our group of 6 clinked glasses and downed the last of our beverages. "Hang tight boys, Scott and I will grab another round." The two scooted up to the bar while the rest of us looked out at the dance floor.

Back from the bathroom, Ramona was center floor with 4 other women. The new best friends were a sight, as my wife was in peak form. The other four tried to copy her sexy moves, doing a fairly good job, but my girl was the main draw for any man's eyes. She caught me looking and crooked her finger so I could join her on the dance floor. When I got out there, she was grinding and rubbing herself all over my whole body. When I glanced about, I could see I was the envy of many men.

While I had a good buzz, my wife was trashed by the night's end. I had to carefully guide her back into our room, help her pee, undress, and get into bed. She begged me to fuck her but was asleep before I even got my shoes off. I laughed at the way she snored. No doubt, tomorrow was going to be a down day.

I was up early and left some water bottles and Tylenol beside the bed for Ramona. My stomach told me it needed to eat, so I headed to the breakfast buffet. When I entered the large room, I could see the guys from last night at a table. When they saw me, they waved me over. I nodded and motioned to the food first, and they made an extra spot for me at their table.

"How's the wifey?" The guy they called Bruce asked.

After a chuckle. "She will be hurting today. Hopefully, I'll be able to get her outside and hydrated. We only have two days left."

"You know, if she's going to be down all day, we have a fishing charter booked. It goes from 11:30am-7pm. There's a shore lunch on one of the smaller islands. You should come."

"I don't know, guys. One... I don't want to leave Ramona hanging and two... I didn't budget for any excursions."

"Well, Jimmy bowed out, and his spot is already paid for. It's a free spot."

"What happened to him?"

"Broke his arm."

"How?" I inquired.

"Being drunk and stupid at the same time." All the guys around the table chuckled.

Once the chuckles died off, Scott spoke up. "Feel things out with the wife. If you change your mind, meet us at the Marina at 11:15. If you don't make it, we'll take pictures." He smiled, and I nodded in agreement.

The thought of doing some tropical fishing was enticing, but I needed to see where my girl was at. Spending time with her was far more important, even if it was just to babysit her today. When I entered our room, I heard the unmistakable sounds of her throwing up. I eased into the bathroom as she flushed the toilet and sat on the floor. I soaked a cloth in tap water and knelt to wipe her forehead and face.

"You okay, sweetie?" Her dark eyes looked at me.

"A little better now that I threw up." She gave me a sad smile. "Why? Why did you let me drink so much?" She put her head in her hands.

"Let you?" I laughed. "Baby, I only gave you two drinks last night. It was your new friends who kept you topped up. I tried to encourage you to take it easy, but in your own words... if I was hoping to get lucky anytime soon, I would let you have your fun." I could see her face wince.

"I said that?" I nodded my head. "God, I'm such an idiot."

I laughed and helped her back into bed. She flopped down and gave me a sad look. "I'm sorry, babe. I'm going to ruin the whole day." I shrugged and sat beside her. Eventually, her head rolled towards me. "Why don't you go out and enjoy the day. I'm sure I'll feel better in a while. A little more sleep and water, and I'll catch up with you later."

I relayed the discussion I had with some guys at breakfast, and she was almost excited for me. It was an 8-hour excursion, and she felt that by then, she would be good enough to go for a walk or a light meal. With one last command that I should go and enjoy myself, she slid under the covers and covered her head to avoid all light and sound.

I still had my reservations about leaving her alone, but the woman who had knocked on our room's door encouraged me slightly. The tall brunette looked familiar and was one of the gang who helped Ramona drink herself stupid.

"Hi... uhm, I'm Kristi. I was with your wife last night. How is she?" I could tell she felt bad for the shape they put Ramona in.

"Oh, she's a hurting unit, that's for sure. Looks like a down day for the happy couple."

She smiled. "Such a good man to take care of her."

I felt her conversation was genuine, so my guard came down a little. "She told me to go fishing for the day, but I can't just leave her like this."

Kristi's eyes flashed wide. "Don't be silly. Go! I can watch over her. I mean, it's kind of our fault. I'll get a few of the girls and we'll take turns watching over her."

I shook my head. "I don't know..."

"Let us do this for you! I feel guilty that we ruined your day together. Besides, how often do you get a chance to fish in the ocean?"

We spoke back and forth for another twenty minutes. By the end, she had convinced me that I could pull this off and Ramona would be cared for. So, after a quick kiss on my sleepy wife's head, I made my way to the small marina, and off I went for a once-in-a-lifetime fishing trip.

The guys were genuinely happy to have me aboard. Beer was drunk, friendships grew, and we even caught some fish that looked like a large mouth on steroids. We had a choice of throwing them back or donating them to some of the local restaurants, so we all agreed to help the local economy, one fish at a time.

Unlike my beautiful wife, I was careful with my consumption and made sure I drank a lot of water between beers. Once on shore, I had a good buzz but was far from drunk. We were a little late docking, due to some mix-up at the marina, but I hi-tailed it to our room to check on my sickly wife. I half expected Mona to still be in bed, but I could hear the shower when I walked in and chuckled to myself. The patio doors were wide open, as were the drapes, and a steady breeze was pushing into our room. The wind wasn't cold, but it had cooled now that the sun was doing its disappearing act. I closed the patio door and pulled the drapes closed. I sat in the chair and put the TV on.

I must've just missed her going in the shower because she was in there for a very long time. I had nowhere to be, so I settled in and grabbed a beer from the mini bar, only to find out it was empty. I stood and scratched my head, trying to figure out how that happened. A subtle smell caught my attention, and I tried to determine what it was. It was a little rank, but it was familiar at the same time. As I pondered the curious odor, the shower had stopped, and a moment later, Mona poked her head out the door.

"Kristi?" She called out.

"Sorry, just your husband," I replied. She seemed surprised at first.

"Oh, she must've left when I got in the shower. How was your day, babe?" She walked out with a towel wrapped around her large breasts and the head wrap women do for their hair.

"Actually, it was quite fun. Caught some monster fish, had a few beers. The guys were good.

She smiled and walked past me like she was looking for something. "What? No kiss? Are you alright? Did you just get out of bed, now?"

She pivoted and walked back to me, kissing my cheek. "I've been up and about for a bit. Kristi and some of the girls came by, and we went for a walk. I just thought the shower would perk me up."

"You seem much better. You got your color back. You feel up to a walk on the beach?"

"Can we just stay in, babe?" I wiggled my eyebrows, but she shut that down right away. "I'm sorry, but I don't think I'm up for any hanky-panky. Can we just chill and maybe watch a movie?"

It seemed like a waste since we could do that at home anytime, but I tried to understand how she was feeling. So, after she put her sleepwear on, we cozied up on the couch and settled in for the night.

"Is it just me, or can you smell something off in here?" Ramona shook her head. "It's weird. Is that why you had the patio door wide open?"

"I didn't open it. It must've been one of the girls."

I got up from the bed and reopened the drapes and patio door a foot to let the fresher air circulate. Before the movie even ended, we both fell asleep on top of the covers.

Our last day was a quiet one. We spent some time on the beach and then in the pool. Drinks were moderate that day. Ramona was extra clingy, and to be honest, it was an awesome way to spend our last full day at the resort. More than once, I asked if she wanted to track down the people we'd met, but she was content with hanging on my arm, or shoulder, or holding my hand. We made slow, passionate love that night. It was like she was fucking me from her soul. I asked if she wanted me to cum on her stomach, but she shut me down by wrapping her legs around my hips, like a python, drawing me even deeper. Our connection has always been strong, but that night was erotically intense.

We were leaving around 1 the next day, so we got up early and agreed to look for the friends we had made and say our goodbyes. The breakfast hut was the best place to look, and we weren't disappointed. Ramona went off to visit the girls at their table while I tracked down the guys. I grabbed a plate of fruit and sat down amongst my fellow fishermen.

"Hey, fellas. Sorry, I ditched you all yesterday, but the wife wanted an alone day." I was waiting for a snappy comeback. These guys were good at throwing out sarcastic remarks, but all I got were some half smiles and grunts. It seemed like all conversations stopped the moment I sat down. "Everything all right?" I inquired. "Did Jimmy die?" I laughed at my own quip, and that drew a few snickers.

"Sorry, dude, we're just wiped," Bruce spoke up.

"Yeah, we went a little too hard last night." Scott offered.

So, we awkwardly chatted for a half hour when they started to bust things up, saying they had to go pack. I shook all their hands, and when Scott came up to me, he had his cell phone out.

"Hey, Kev. What's your email? You okay with keeping in touch?"

I nodded, and we exchanged complete contact information that included our emails and phone numbers. With a final handshake, he sauntered off, leaving me baffled at how these rowdy guys got so old suddenly. I finished my fruit and went in search of Ramona. As I approached, it looked like they were having a tense conversation.

I watched one of them tap Kristi on her side, and once again, the conversation dried up. "Hey, ladies. I'm sorry, but I'm here to steal my wife from you."

Four of them were giving me the most awkward look. If I didn't know better, I'd say it was a pity, but the fifth one was smirking. "I'm sorry. Did I miss something?" I was getting agitated by the weirdness of the situation, but Ramona got up and pulled me away, while barely whispering goodbye to the group.

"What the fuck was that all about?" I asked as we headed back to our room to get our luggage.

"They're all just hung over." She soothed me.

"Could've fucking fooled me. What were you girls talking about? Everything okay?"

"Oh, you. You know better than to try and figure out women."

Part of me felt dismissed by her comment, but in truth, I was ready to go home and get on with our lives. It was a fun week, but the sun, booze, and late nights had finally taken their toll. I was particularly excited about working on that family when we got back. I smiled just thinking about how much sex we were going to have, to get it done.

Four hours later, we were on our flight home. Ramona just woke up from a catnap on my shoulder, declaring her need to go pee. I stood and let her out from the window and watched her walk down the narrow aisle. What's that saying? I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you leave. Yeah... That's it. I loved that view.

I could see a small lineup at the front of the plane. Apparently, the back bathroom wasn't working, so people were queuing up for their turn. I pulled out my phone and realized I now had data, so I decided to scroll through some news or something. At that moment, a text came through from a number I didn't recognize at first. I took a look at the preview before opening it (you can never be too careful these days). I was pretty sure it was from Scott. I smiled and opened it.

Kevin: I'm sorry about today. To be honest, we were all a little uncomfortable. I know we just met, but personally, I think you're a stand-up guy and you deserve to know.

I deserved to know what? I was so confused.

Yesterday we were hanging around the pool and there was a sick rumor going around about some slut who did a bunch of guys in her room all afternoon. I mean, it happens more than you would think at these places, so we indulged in the story. It all seemed overly sensational until some guy said he had a video. No one was supposed to record it, but he did, and he shared it with me. I sent it to myself as I watched it. Kevin... I'm sorry, but I'm quite sure the woman was Ramona.

I told the guy he better delete it as it was considered illegal porn and could go to jail, so he freaked and did. I've sent it to your email. Once I did, I deleted it from my phone too. I'm so sorry, man. I feel like shit being the guy to bring this to you. Whatever you do, don't watch it until you are alone.

Scott.

I was instantly sweating. My palms, my knees, my scalp, even my groin. I looked up the aisle and could see that Ramona was still waiting. Did I dare try to watch it now? What if it wasn't Mo? Then again, what if it was? I knew my reaction would likely be enough to force the plane into an emergency landing, so I sat on it, like a ticking time bomb.

I tried to stay rational, trying to convince myself that there was a good chance that it wasn't my wife in the video. I mean it coincided with me being on the ocean, but she was clearly hung over and I could never see her fucking another guy, let alone a bunch. I wasn't hiding my emotional turmoil all that well either. The instant Ramona got back from the bathroom, she asked me what happened.

"Nothing, why?" She adjusted herself into her seat and put her seatbelt back on.

"You're like night and day different. I know when something's eating at you, and right now you look like you're a cross between wanting to kill someone and wanting to cry."

Wow! She was good. "There's nothing, Mo. I feel a little off. Maybe I'm getting airsick." She looked at me like I grew another head, but she gave a small humph and pulled her book from the seat pocket. Grateful that she left it there, but the downside was now I lived in my head, and it wasn't a pretty picture.

I barely remember deplaning and going through customs. I even vaguely recall the drive home. Once inside the house, Ramona dropped her bag and spun to face me. "Spill it, Kevin." She wrapped her hands around my neck. When I tried to slough her off, her grip only got tighter. "What's going on, baby? You're scaring me." I tried to avoid her eyes, but they were like magnets to my soul. I could tell she was concerned, but I could also see fear.

I forced myself to kiss her forehead and broke her grip on me. "I don't want to be crowded, Mo. I already told you; I feel off is all."

"Fine, be that way! We just spent an entire week fucking and falling deeper in love and you feel off?" She threw her hands up. "Whatever! I'm going to unpack and take a bath. If you figure out who shit in your cornflakes, let me know."

I watched her walk away in a huff. She wasn't acting like someone guilty of cheating. She was hot and spicy like I knew her to be. It was one of the things I loved most about her. I walked into the kitchen and pulled out a chair at the kitchen table. Once seated, I almost convinced myself that my doubt in her was ridiculous. I opened my email and considered swiping it into my trash without even looking at it. Remember... I said, almost.

"Best be sure. No harm, no foul." I whispered out loud and opened the email from Scott. Seeing the attachment at the bottom, I let my thumb hover over it for another few moments before pressing.

The screen opened in a minimized format, so I made it full-scale and tried to take in the events. Initially, the recording was all over the place. It looked like it was facing the floor, then there was the back of someone's leg, and a chair. Eventually, the operator found a solid place on the floor. I think they leaned it up against the leg of a chair. I turned up the volume a little to see if I could hear anything. Then there was a female voice.

"C'mon, fellas! If you're going to make her dream, come true, you gotta lose those shorts! Get your weapons nice and hard for her!" I could hear a few female voices, but the vast majority were male. I could barely make out someone through the sea of legs, kneeling on the floor. The woman was naked from the waist up and from the best I could tell, she had big tits.

My throat got tight, thinking of my Ramona's perfect, round tits. There seemed to be guys standing around her, and at this point, it didn't look like anyone was even touching her, let alone fucking her. A few minutes later, I heard a woman yell something that I'd never forget.

"There it is! That's it, shoot it all over her tits!"

My eyes scanned the tiny screen back and forth. It couldn't be what I was thinking... please, I don't want to be right. Suddenly, the legs in front of the phone moved on, and I could see the back of the man, who had his shorts to his knees, and his hand in front of his hips. His ass was contracting in sync with his orgasm. When he finished, he gave it one final shake and moved away. With all obstructions gone, I could clearly see my wife spreading the stranger's cum onto her nipples.

I froze, watching her. She suddenly squealed, snapping me back to reality. Her squeal was the result of the man in front of her shooting his load onto her chin and neck. She threw her head back, moaning in pleasure. Another guy shot a load from behind her onto her shoulder, and she turned her face towards it. Another hit her from the other side, causing her eyes to roll back. I was watching my wife go through an orgasm.

I hit the pause button and tried to grasp what I was seeing. My heart was pounding inside my chest, desperately trying its best to break a rib. I did some deep breathing exercises to slow down my heart rate. As in control as I could be, I looked at my phone. The video was 41 minutes in length. There was no way I could watch the whole thing, so I thumb-scrolled the video in fast forward. Guy after guy had planted themselves around my wife and jerked off onto parts of her body. Her chest, face, hair, and even her back were getting covered. There seemed to be a break in action around the 35-minute mark, so I stopped scrolling and let it play.

"Hoe fuck. So, mush cum." My wife's voice was slurred. Was she on something or was it the fact that there was so much cum on her face?

"Sweetie, I stopped counting at 5 orgasms! You are one kinky bitch... right boys?" There was a loud cheer. "And now for the BIG finale!" The female voice announced.

There was some commotion off-camera, but I could see Ramona's reaction and she looked like a bitch in heat. I swear she was panting. A man moved in front of her, with the biggest dick I'd ever seen. It had to be close to a foot long and thick! The large white man said something, and it sounded German. The female voice took over.

"He said if you want his cream, you have to do the work!" She laughed and everyone cheered. I suppose the only good thing (okay, nothing was good, but I was grasping here) so far Ramona never touched a cock. No one penetrated her, no blowjobs, just guys jerking off and shooting their cum on her. But that was coming to an end.

Without hesitation, my wife reached out with both hands and gasped at the massive cock. She quickly began working the monster back and forth, like a hired professional. I've been on the receiving end of her handiwork, and she was very skilled. She was like a woman possessed, using every trick and technique she owned to get this guy off. If I wasn't in shock, I would've been impressed with this guy's control, his dick was taking a sensual beating.

Finally, you could hear the guy grunting, and Ramona knew he was close. She slowed down to long twisting strokes with one hand that covered the entire length, while the other fondled his massive balls.

"For me?" She mumbled while looking up at the man. He finally began to lose control, as his hips began moving to augment her stroking.

After what seemed like forever, he let out a huge groan, and the first shot splashed off my wife's forehead. She squealed as the next heavy volleys painted her entire face. After the fourth or fifth shot, she did something that broke my heart even more. She leaned forward and took the top third of this massive cock in her mouth and proceeded to jerk the rest off into her mouth and swallow.

I leaned back into my kitchen chair, both hands rubbing my forehead. I couldn't watch anymore, but I could still hear the audio.

"That was so fucking hot, Ramona!" The female voice spoke up. "Okay, boys, get dressed and get out! We have to get rid of all this evidence before her clueless hubby gets back. Peel off my knickers, Ramona. I'll toss them in with the plastic sheet and get rid of them. You dear, need to take a very, very long shower." All the women present began to laugh.

I shut it off and stared around my kitchen. Was this it? Was this how my marriage was going to end? I was pondering my feelings when I heard Ramona come out of the bathroom and call down the hall to me.

"Can you put some tea on, baby? I'll be dressed in five."

Back in my reality, I made the quick decision. Yes. Yes, this was how my marriage was going to end. I grabbed my winter coat, wallet, phone, and keys, and was out the door. The old Ford struggled to start (yes, I still had the same one). I had forgotten to plug in the block heater while we were gone, but she finally turned over, and the engine whined loudly. So much for a quiet exit.

If you live somewhere where winters get truly cold, you know a vehicle needs time to warm up. I was happy I began using synthetic oil, so the wait wasn't as long as it would normally be. I put the truck in reverse and just as I pulled out of the driveway, I saw Ramona at the front door, calling to me. I gave her a long stare before I drove off.

You guessed it. My phone went off not 15 seconds later. Not having Bluetooth in my truck had good points, like making it easier to ignore a call. I drove for 30 minutes before I finally figured out where I was going. I just hope he was home.

PART 3

It's been 2 months since that dreadful day. My journey began on the couch of an old friend, but I was eventually able to negotiate the use of a tree planter's shack, about 40 minutes from town. It had a large wood stove, a propane fridge, and a stove. I had to bring in my own water and use the outhouse for my bodily functions, not unlike my years in the bush with my grandfather. Initially, I had a lot of shoveling and wood chopping to do, but the physical labor was just what I needed. Satellite WiFi allowed me to do review contracts and make contacts from there, limiting my trips into town for essentials like food, water, and such. I never got warm enough to sweat much, so sponge bathing was enough to keep my hygiene up. Once a week, I'd head into the local YMCA for a run on the indoor track and a real shower. In some ways, I was content. It was a current lifestyle that was perfect for my situation.

The first few days after we got back were quite traumatic. Initially, I avoided any contact with Ramona, but my buddy was right; I had to talk to her. I never did tell him what happened, but he knew me well enough to know it wasn't a simple misunderstanding. She had sent me so many messages and voicemails that I couldn't even get through them all. Fear and confusion were how the messages started until one was particularly angry and she called me a spoiled baby, among other derogatory descriptives... yep, you guessed it. That's when I replied. No words... just an attached video.

That was when I started getting calls and messages from her parents, our friends, and even my uncle. My uncle has been like a surrogate father to me since my dad passed away, even if we don't speak all the time. I know he loved Ramona and took every opportunity to tell me to never let this one get away. He never married, and I think he now regrets that. I decided he was my first call.

"Kevin! Jesus Christ! People are beginning to think you're dead!"

"Hey, Sam." He hated it when I called him uncle.

"Your wife is frantic, Kev. I could barely understand a word she said. All I know is she's looking for you. What the fuck is going on?"

I let out a big sigh. "What did she say?"

"Nothing. I asked her what happened, but she just cried and made me promise to help her find you." I guess my silence tipped him off a bit. "Jesus, kid. That bad?"

"You know me, Sam. It would have to be for me to walk away." I heard him grunt in understanding. "I'm not ready to talk specifics, Sam, okay? If you talk to Ramona, just tell her I'm doing as well as I can. Once the lawyers get their act together, we'll eventually talk."

"Lawyers? Holy shit, Kev. You sure?"

"Sadly, Sam. I am."

We caught up for a few more minutes, and I promised I'd reach out once this mess settled down. I considered calling her parents next, but I was already emotionally drained from the short call with my uncle. Instead, I called my lawyer. After a few minutes, I was patched into his office.

"Good afternoon, Kevin. How are you holding up?" Jake was an older guy with too much experience in family law... his words, not mine. His first words to me were, 'No one wins in a divorce.' I appreciated his candor and liked him immediately.

"I'm doing okay, Jake. I know I can be a pain in the ass, but do we have a date for a sit down with Ramona and her lawyer?"

"Funny you should ask. She finally got an attorney, who reached out this morning."

"Anything I should be worried about?" I inquired, knowing nothing about this female lawyer.

"Sandra's tough but not a man-hater. I don't know what your wife has revealed to her, so it's hard to say what her approach will be. If she knows the whole story, I'd like to think she'll do what's best without running up a huge tab."

"I don't know if she'd be that revealing, Jake. Mind you, I never thought she'd do what she did."

"I'm guessing you still haven't talked to your wife?"

"I can't. Part of me wants to, but I'm afraid all my anger will resurface at once. Having lawyers in the room would definitely help." Jake chuckled at that. Nobody ever declared that lawyers in a room, a good thing.

I continued to ignore all other calls. Most of our friends came through Ramona, so I didn't want to deal with their biases, especially if they didn't know the whole truth. I was pissed at my wife, but I wasn't going to out her fetish as a defense. It was better to stay off the grid and social media.

It was a week to the day that a meeting had finally been scheduled. It was at her lawyer's office; I asked if that put us at a disadvantage. Jake assured me the location was decided by what worked best for their working schedules. There I was, sitting in this large boardroom, surrounded by expensive furniture and my lawyer. I knew this day was coming. It had been almost three months since I spoke or saw Ramona, and my nerves were vibrating with nervous caution.

Ten minutes later, the side door opened, and in walked a female lawyer who was dressed for business. She had the female power suit on, her hair pulled back tight, sporting the black ornate glasses of knowledge, declaring she was all business. Behind her came Ramona. Despite all my anger, I still marveled at her beauty. She was wearing a pink, conservative sweater over her black tights. Her long hair was done up in a loose ponytail, just the way I liked. She wore next to no makeup, but she still seemed to glow.

Ramona made a motion like she wanted to come around the table, but her lawyer quickly righted her and gestured for her to sit. She tried to catch my eyes, but I wouldn't allow myself to get trapped, looking everywhere but at her.

"Counsellor, " the woman addressed Jake. Thank you for coming today. Would you mind if I started? I have a feeling what needs to be said will impact much of today's meeting." Jake sat back and nodded in her direction, patting my arm to let me know this was okay.

"Thank you. Gentlemen, let me start by saying that I know none of us wishes to be here under these circumstances. Personally, this is a first for me." She paused and adjusted her glasses. "If you could bear with me for a moment, I'd like to submit two relevant facts and findings."

I squirmed a little, uncomfortable in the direction she seemed to be going. I could tell Ramona was looking directly at me, but I still couldn't face her. Jake turned to me and gave me his side smile, assuring me.

"First off, my client has made me aware of the complete happenings of the event that caused this divorce process. At her insistence, I watched the entire video with her present. At this viewing, some facts unknown to your party came to light." She pulled out a file folder and opened it.

"One: the event was not preconceived or planned by my client. Two: Female acquaintances from the resort produced narcotic substances that not only removed her hangover but put her in a state of aloofness."

I huffed, but Jake put his hand on me to keep quiet.

"I sense doubt from your client, but I'm sure you could educate him that the use of narcotics to eliminate hangovers is well documented." She paused to let that sink in. "Three: the event that took place in the room was orchestrated by the female acquaintances. Four: Regardless of the first three points, my client takes full responsibility for her participation."

"If that's the case, counsellor, why are we going through this walk of shame?" Jake spoke up.

"My client was aware of her rather peculiar fetish and had sought help in the past for it. She thought it was under control with marriage and what she described as the perfect relationship. Perhaps it was her lucid state that allowed her to partake, but in the end, she knows what she did was crossing the line."

"You think!" I blurted, which got me a look from both lawyers.

"Even before the video was sent to my client by her husband, she had already made an appointment with her psychiatrist to help her navigate what happened." She handed us an appointment log that indicated the appointment was made prior to me sending the video. "She has been in treatment sessions weekly since her return. It is an act that she hopes will help her understand why, and most of all, hopes it will help her marriage."

"We're not here for marriage counseling, counsellor. Can we move on from the dramatics?" Jake's voice was firm, drawing a scowl from Sandra. "Is there a point somewhere in all of this?"

Sandra seemed to suppress her own anger and opened another file. "This brings me to the next item." She pushed a paper across the table to Jake.

He picked it up, and I could see a frown developing as he read. "What does it say, Jake?" I asked.

Sandra spoke up, "Your wife is pregnant, Mr. Weekes." I turned to Ramona, who was now crying.

"Pardon, what?" I finally got the words out.

"Your wife is three months pregnant, Mr. Weekes." The lawyer said it again, but slower.

My mind ran around in circles trying to digest this new information. Without a proper filter in place, I lashed out. "How do I even know it's mine?" I saw Ramona's face reflect the hurt I just hurled her way. She looked down at her lap and cried some more. While I watched her fall apart, Sandra slid another piece of paper across the table.

"I hoped it wasn't necessary, but you'll see she paid for a non-invasive paternity test, at her own cost. She knew there would be a possibility you would respond this way. You'll see that you have a 99.93% chance of being the father."

Jake looked at me and could see the inner war raging inside my head. "This is highly inappropriate, counsellor! This was a meeting for the division of assets and compensation. You purposely used this meeting to blindside my client with nuclear-like information. The appropriate thing would have been for us to discuss this relevant information before now."

Sandra took the slap on her hands with an appropriate amount of humility. "Jake," She decided the informal route was the way to go. "We've both been doing this for a long time. Most of those divorces have been necessary, and too many of those were nastier than they ever needed to be. I see an opportunity here and I'm extending an olive branch on behalf of my client." She looked at Ramona, then directly at me. "We're tabling the following offer to your client. Mrs. Weekes would like to go for marriage counseling together for a period of 8 weeks. If your client agrees to these in good faith and participates willingly, at the end of those 8 weeks, if he still wants the divorce, we will grant it uncontested with a 50/50 split of all assets and savings. She will not go after his retirement funds, and he would have no claim to hers. The only addendum would be shared costs in the form of child support. Against my recommendation, my client does not wish to pursue alimony."

The room was eerily quiet following Sandra's deal announcement.

Jake cleared his throat. "I will need to confer with my client. Give us a week to consider the tabled offer, allowing us an opportunity to consider amendments or outright refusal."

Sandra nodded, and Jake stood from his chair and tapped my shoulder, telling me we were done here. I slowly stood, and before I started walking, I looked over the table at Ramona. She had stopped crying, but she looked broken. Part of me wanted to offer some form of condolence, but my pride won out, and I left without a word being spoken.

The conversation Jake and I had following the meeting was very animated. Well, it wasn't much of a conversation, so much as me venting.

"She's fucking pregnant?!" I yelled once we got in his car. "What the fuck Jake? What am I going to do now?" I stared out the window, trying to find a way forward. "My wife has a cum orgy and I'm going to be a father! How the fuck does that work?" I took a small break as my mind spun some more. "How am I going to explain to my child that I don't live with mommy because she decided to let 50 men shoot their cock snot all over her while she had the best orgasms of her life? You know she'd never swallow my cum? All it took was a giant cock blasting off in her face, and then she couldn't wait to swallow his white gold!" I was breathing heavily from the ranting.

"Are you about done?" Jake's calm voice broke my momentum. "Look, Kevin. I get it. You have every reason to be pissed. They dropped a baby-sized nuclear bomb on you." I glared at him, but it rolled off his shoulders. "What I'm trying to say is, you need to look at this situation with a little less anger and a lot more rationality."

"Is that even a fucking word?" I blurted at him, causing him to smile.

"Does it matter? You got the drift." He chuckled. "I'm going to give you my advice right here and now. You take the week to decide and get back to me."

We drove in silence longer than I was expecting. "Well?"

"Oh, good, you were listening." Who knew my divorce lawyer was a comedian on the side. "Look, what's the worst thing that could happen if you did the therapy? I know you're angry, but I also know you still love that woman deeply." I gave him an anxious look. "Oh, don't be so surprised. I've done enough of these to know the difference between a look of love and downright hate. As far as marriage counseling is concerned, there's a backdoor out of that if you find it too much. She's asking for 8 weeks, but we will only need to guarantee 2 or 3 tops. Think you could put in a couple of sessions?"

I was looking out the passenger window. "I don't know."

"Those concessions are a small price to pay to get your divorce. The no alimony option on the table is a huge one, Kevin." He gave me a serious stare. "Like I said, think about it."

Two days. That's all it took for me to decide. Actually, that's not accurate. I made the decision about 30 minutes after he dropped me off... it took two days to call Jake and tell him to accept the proposal. It took another 10 days to iron out the particulars.

I purposely arrived a little late for our first meeting. I wasn't trying to be a dick; I was more concerned about being stuck in the waiting room with Ramona and no one else. A conservatively dressed middle-aged woman greeted me. Despite my tardiness, she was pleasant and guided me to a chair off to the right side of Ramona, just far enough away to be neutral. Despite my promise to myself, I looked at my wife and forced a slight smile in greeting to her larger one.

"Okay, shall we begin? Kevin, you are at a slight disadvantage here." I raised my eyebrows, but she raised her hand quickly to stop my negative train of thought. "I don't mean it that way. I have met with Ramona once already and have had a few meetings with her psychologist. What I meant was that you and I have not had the same opportunity to get familiar." I relaxed and nodded my head. "My name is Bonnie. Why don't you take a few minutes and tell me about you and where your head's at?"

I gave her a questioning look. "That's a pretty loaded opening. Are you sure you want to start with that?" She smiled and gave me an affirmative nod, sitting back in her chair.

What began as a tentative release of information soon became an outpouring of anger, pain, and resentment. By the time I was done, our therapist looked like she was sorry she had asked, while Ramona was sobbing into her Kleenex. I wiped the moisture from my eyes.

"So, I hope you see that this has nothing to do with me not understanding or embracing my wife's fetish. It was the obliteration of the trust we built together." I took a second to check my last words. "Now she's carrying our child, and I can't even enjoy it, or celebrate it!"

Ramona cried out at my last statement. She had curled herself into a small ball, looking like a broken child. Our therapist looked back and forth between us, then finally stood up and went behind her desk. She bent over and came back around with a box of Kleenex and some water bottles. She put the box on the table between us and handed each a water. As soon as she sat down, she opened her own and took a long, healthy drink. Once capped, she put the bottle on her side table and re-focused on me.

"Thank you, Kevin." I wasn't expecting that. "That must've been hard for you to articulate, but I appreciate how you broke it down. Some of your comments may be misplaced, but I understand why you would feel the way you do." She looked at Ramona. "That must've been hard for you to hear, Ramona. Is there anything you'd like to respond to?"

She was currently pulling more tissues from the box, making the wad of paper in her hands look enormous. "I'm sorry," she started before she blew her nose. "I'm sorry for who I am and what I am. I'm sorry for the pain I've inflicted on the only man I will ever love." More sniffing... "Mostly, I'm sorry for what happened on our trip. It wasn't my plan or my idea. In a drunken state of trust with women I'd just met, I shared my deepest secret. A secret until that time was only known by me, my psychologist, and my husband. By the time I figured out what I was doing, I was so far gone that I had lost all control of my defenses and my morals. I'm beyond disgusted with myself, and even though it's supposed to be the happiest time in my life, I don't deserve this baby."

Both Bonnie and I reacted to her last words. "Ramona? Would you clarify what you meant about being pregnant?" I shared the therapist's concern.

"I was always hesitant about starting a family, questioning things like money, our time as a couple... my ability to be a good mother. But when I decided I wanted to try, I felt a weight lifted from me. It was like I realized for the first time that this was what I wanted." She looked at the floor. "But after what happened, after what I did, being pregnant isn't something I deserve. What kind of mother will I be?" She looked directly at me. "If I were carrying anyone else's baby, I would've terminated it." The crying started again, "But it may be the only thing I have of you... of us."

I stared at her, my heart breaking all over again. In my anger and self-pity, I hadn't thought seriously of the pregnancy other than it being an inconvenience in my divorce. Hearing and watching Ramona fall apart before me as she spilled her guts was painful. It was almost as painful as being reminded that part of me was growing inside of her.

The rest of the session was spent on setting boundaries for discussion, recapping individual goals, and setting realistic expectations. I had expected to be browbeaten by Bonnie, but so far, she seemed to be neutral and realistic. She requested that we do some homework before our next session. She wanted us to make three lists. What made you want to marry the other... what do you feel like you gave up for the marriage, and what are the three characteristics of your spouse you admire.

I tried to argue that such an exercise was futile, but she stood her ground and made it clear that bullet points weren't going to be sufficient. She wanted the truth, and she wanted examples. I wasn't surprised she asked me to stay when she ended our session. I figured my exaggerated eye rolling would get her attention, and not in a good way.

"Thank you for staying, Kevin."

"Did I truly have a choice?" I snipped sarcastically.

"You're hurting, Kevin. I get that. It's easier to swipe out at anyone who asks you to think and talk about the very thing that has you so angry. I also know that all your antics are meant to poke a little harder at your wife." I looked at her, and she was challenging me to deny it. "We both know that nothing you say or do is going to hurt me. Can I ask you, do you feel better now? Do you feel better by embarrassing and directing your anger towards her?"

I almost came out of my chair. "She's embarrassed? How do you think I feel?!"

"We all know how you feel, Kevin. You've been very clear about how you feel."

"So, I'm not allowed to be angry?"

"Of course you are. I'm just asking if you feel better?"

I stared at her. I wanted to say something, but nothing came out. Did I feel better? No. It felt good when I said things in the moment, but my pain was still there. Feeling trapped, I stood up and walked around the room.

"Kevin, I've been doing this long enough to know when there's hope for a couple. Nothing is guaranteed, but I can understand whether there's hope. Despite the anger you're feeling, I can tell you love Ramona." I was about to say something, but she spoke over me. "Please let me finish. I'm not naive, Kevin. Sometimes love isn't enough, I know."

She stood up and walked behind her small desk. She picked up a piece of paper and walked towards me. Once we stood face to face, she pushed the paper towards me.

"This is the name and contact information of her psychiatrist," I raised my eyebrows in interest. "Ramona has given her consent, should you be interested in meeting with her. Obviously, I've had some conversations with the psychiatrist, and we are both of the opinion that it would be helpful for you to meet with her... about Ramona."

"So, it's a full-court press to get me to submit, is it?"

"Interesting choice of words, but no. No one is demanding that you go or making it mandatory. This is your decision. It's up to you how much you want to know about the depths of what Ramona has and is still dealing with." I finally accepted the paper. "I feel that any decision you make regarding your wife and the future of your relationship should be made with all the information available to you. In the end, Kevin, the decision is still yours. Meeting with the psychiatrist doesn't void the legal agreement that brought you here in the first place."

Much like the last time I was given time to decide about my marriage, I had concluded before I even got to my truck. I flipped the paper around until I found the name and number. Seven minutes later, I had an appointment with the good doctor, 6 pm tomorrow. I was surprised she saw people so late.

Dr. Chang's office turned out to be an extension of her massive house. Psychiatrists sure made good money! I parked off to the side of the main driveway and made my way to the separate entrance that was clearly marked for first-timers like me. When I opened the large door, there was a mousy-looking girl behind a desk, organizing things like she was getting ready to close up.

"Yes, hi. I have an appointment with Dr. Chang at 6?"

The young receptionist smiled at me. "You must be, Kevin. Please take a seat. Dr. Chang will be out momentarily."

I sat down on the expensive loveseat and crossed my legs. "I didn't realize Psychiatrists worked so late." I thought I'd try to make light conversation. I must've said something funny, because the girl giggled.

"They don't... well, Dr. Chang never does. She's done for the day, but told me to put you in at the end. Something about it not being a clinical appointment, but more of a consultation?" She paused like she was trying to make sure she guessed right. "Anyway, she has just popped into the house to see her kids, but she assured me she would be back in time."

I nodded and watched the girl finish her cleanup. With a polite grin, she waved and locked the outside door behind her. I took in the waiting room, seeing pictures and diplomas everywhere. I was trying to focus on a larger picture that looked like her family when she entered from behind the reception wall. She was petite and very well-dressed. Her dark hair was straight and shoulder-length; a pair of thick-framed glasses accentuated her foreign eyes. Her blue dress looked like it was tailored specifically to her measurements, as it fit perfectly.

"Kevin?" Her voice was calm and sweet.

"Yes. You must be Dr. Chan." I stood up and greeted her handshake.

"Please... Li-Mei. Most people call me Lee." I nodded my head. "Follow me, Kevin. We'll go sit in my office."

I followed her down the wide hallway, noticing a few doors off to the sides, but all were shut. The last door proved to be her office, and she gestured for me to have a seat as she walked around her desk. Initially, I thought it was a power move, but she grabbed a file from her desk and came back around to sit opposite me in one of her chairs. She flipped her file open and looked right at me.

"Kevin, thank you for coming. I won't waste your time, so let us get right to the point... Ramona." She let the name hang out there. "You're aware that I've been seeing Ramona off and on for some years, correct?"

"Yes. I mean, I didn't know who my wife saw, but she mentioned seeing someone years ago." She bobbed her head like that sounded right.

"She told you of my initial diagnosis?"

"She said you called it a fetish. Seems pretty general now that I think about it." She looked up from the file and gave me a cursory look.

"That's how you see it? Just a fetish?" I shrugged my shoulders. Was there a right answer to that question? "Simply put, Kevin, some fetishes can be so deeply ingrained that they can twist good people into doing bad things. Can you imagine living your life with an internal itch so bad that it could drive you crazy, but you find out that putting your erection into a warm blueberry pie scratches that itch? Would you want to share that with anyone? Would you expect anyone to understand?"

I started to laugh. "That's a pretty bad example, Lee."

"Is it? It sounds ridiculous, doesn't it? So, it can't be real... at least not to you."

Her serious tone made me stop laughing. Her point was made, I could see it now, but I had my version to that example, "If my wife caught me fucking a warm pie that would be embarrassing but it wouldn't hurt her."

"Why?"

"Why? Because it's a fucking pie, not another woman."

"So, she wouldn't be concerned or upset that you need to fuck a pie instead of her, to scratch the inner itch you can't get rid of?" I mulled that over. "From what I understand, Ramona shared her dark inner itch with you, and you two were able to function around its knowledge. Is that correct?"

"Yes, I asked her one day why she wouldn't let me cu... finish inside her. She was embarrassed, but she told me. I thought I handled it well. I thought we were handling it great, until..."

"The vacation?"

"The vacation." She looked like she wanted me to continue. "Tell me, Doctor Lee, did she show you the video?" I felt the need to keep it professional.

"She did." It was a quick and simple answer.

"And what is your take? Is that a normal response to her fetish?" My voice got colder.

"It doesn't matter what I think, Kevin, what matters is what you think." I snorted at her answer and began laughing. The good doctor did not look impressed.

I put my hands up as an apology. "I'm... I'm sorry." Her scowl remained, and that pissed me off, so my guard came up. "You don't get to play doctor with me... Lee. I'm not here for an appointment, so please save your mind-melding gimmicks. Our therapist said speaking with you about Ramona's condition could be relevant information. So cut the therapy session, I'm not having it."

We stared at each other in silence. I doubt anyone had ever talked to her like that, and I'm sure she's used her PhD as leverage in situations like this before. But I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of backing off, so... I stared back.

"You are very rigid regarding things in your life, aren't you?" She waited for a response, but I wasn't about to give her one. I already made it clear; I wasn't here to talk about me. The standoff generated more silence. I had had enough, so I stood up and began walking away.

"Where are you going? I thought you wanted to know about Ramona's progress?"

"And I thought this was going to be a professional meeting. I can see that it is more of a game for you than for me. Although I had no idea what to expect, I sure as shit didn't expect... this." I raised my hand. "I'd apologize for wasting your time, but frankly, I believe it should be the other way around." I headed for the door. I had just pulled the door open when she spoke.

"Kevin? Wait." I paused at the door. "Please... sit down." Her tone had changed a whole one hundred and eighty degrees.

I considered my options, and after a short mental debate, I closed the door and returned to my seat. When I sat down, the doctor's face was less confrontational and almost friendly.

"My apologies, Kevin. I... I was gauging the type of man you are."

"You were testing me? Is that normal practice for your profession?" I already knew the answer, despite the red in her cheeks. "Don't bother answering that. We both know it was rhetorical."

She gathered herself quickly, "I can understand how you would see it that way, but I assure you, my only goal was to see what your intentions were."

"My intentions?"

"Yes. I needed to know if this was nothing more than an opportunity to further build your divorce case, or if you were truly concerned about Ramona. I have watched this woman turn herself inside out, and I needed to know if your intentions were... honorable."

I shook my head. "I'm here, aren't I?"

"Yes, you are." She opened her file folder and began explaining the process she and Ramona had been through all these years. She constantly mentioned how proud she was of Ramona for embracing her fetish and for including me. She reiterated how pleased she was that I not only accepted her that way but also worked to satisfy that component in her life.

When we started talking about the vacation incident, she was much more thoughtful with her words, pausing often. It was clear she wanted to explain what would've been going on inside Ramona's head, but she was also trying not to sound like she was, in any way, endorsing her choices. The implications of the drugs and alcohol were also addressed, and while no one could ever prove she was drugged, the events, including how she so quickly recovered from a serious hangover, and her behaviour, were consistent with the storied outcome.

I asked the odd question for clarity, but in truth, it was more of an exercise in what I was willing to believe and forgive. Doctor Lee was convinced Ramona wasn't of sound mind when the fetish manifested the way it did. She suggested that Ramona's fear and remorse were honest and truthful. She also confirmed that my wife was struggling with her pregnancy. She wasn't going to terminate it, but she was worried if she would embrace motherhood in the state she was in now. By the time she was finished, I was slumped in my chair, feeling the heaviness of my role in all of this.

"I'll be honest, Dr. Lee; I have no idea what I'm supposed to do now. Whatever I decide, I feel like I'll either be a chump or a bastard. I don't see a winning decision."

"A chump because you allow yourself to understand, forgive, and support the woman you love?" I couldn't hold her gaze and looked down. "A bastard because you can't unsee what played out in your hotel room, despite the information?" I felt her small hand on my forearm. "Don't you see, Kevin? Chump or bastard, your decision is your own. Both come with baggage yet to be dealt with. For what it's worth, I believe this whole situation has soured Ramona's fetish. After watching herself, even if it wasn't truly under her control, what she saw disgusted her. Not once in our therapy sessions have, I seen her struggle with her dark feelings. It's like she exorcised them in that moment. Would you like to know my opinion on this whole situation?"

I immediately looked into her eyes, mentally pleading for guidance. She wrapped both of her hands around my arm now, "Be a father. Be a great father. Let your child know they are loved and that you will move heaven and earth for them." I was stunned by her answer. She smiled at the confused look on my face. "If you do that, you'll be able to live with your decision... whatever it is."

The doctor sized me up one last time before she continued. "Ramona has suffered a small psychosis as a result of her drugging, the event, and the crumbling of her marriage." She put her hand up before I could say anything. "That's not meant to put pressure on you; it's the facts that have been presented to me. It would go a long way for both of you if you two sat down and had an honest conversation."

That's where I found myself four days later. We met in the lot of the Komachi Conservation Reserve. Yeah... it was the park that was the beginning of us. We hiked it regularly, having had more than our fair share of picnics at several scenic spots. I was waiting on a bench when her car pulled up, and I stood as she walked closer. She was looking at her feet when she stopped in front of me.

"You look good, Ramona. How are you feeling?"

She gave a soft snort before lifting her face. "Honestly? Like I'm watching my life through a glass wall, unable to interject and make changes."

"That's pretty heavy." I offered. "You want to sit or go for a walk?"

She thought about it for a moment, then made a small motion with her head that she wanted to walk. Once we were out of the parking area and into some privacy, I cleared my throat, preparing myself for... who knows?

"So, I saw Doctor Chang." I let it hang out there until she nodded her head. "Interesting woman. Can't say I'd want to hang out and play cards with her." I was shooting for levity.

"She's the only one who has kept me from going crazy." Her head turned quickly in my direction. "I mean, from everything, not just what I did."

I was unable to say anything else. I was stuck. Why was this so hard? Talking to Ramona was as natural as taking a breath. You never need to think about the process of breathing; you just do it. That was our relationship. We could talk for hours and never get tired. Sure, we could sit quietly together, but hearing her voice was always soothing to me. Now...

"Kevin?" She grabbed my arm and stopped us in the middle of the path. She put herself in front of me and grabbed my hands. "I know you have things you want to say and questions you want answers to, but I have to get this out before I chicken out."

Her announcement had my attention, and I waited as she formulated her words in her head. She looked up at the blue sky and took a deep breath.

"I... I think we should get divorced." I was gobsmacked! A feather could have knocked me on my ass. "It's not what I want, Kevin, but I think it would be best for everyone."

A month ago, I would've taken this information in stride, but now it left me reeling. I was so confused, and this just threw all my emotions into a blender. I tried to remain stoic and not give off any hint of how I was feeling, but I could tell she could read me like a book.

"Not what you expected, huh?" A small smile appeared for a moment. "Me neither, but I can't undo what happened, Kevin, and I don't want to be the burden of your pain. I'll never forgive myself for putting us here, in this position... but I must think about someone else." She put her hand on her belly and gave it a loving rub. She looked into my eyes and gave me a soft smile. "The truth is, you'll be a great dad no matter what happens, and if I'm going to be the mother he or she needs, I need to stop being selfish."

We stood silently, staring at one another. She could see that I was struggling with putting a thought into words, so she put her hand on my cheek and moved in a little closer.

"I will love you to my last breath, Kevin. That's why I'm letting you go. You deserve a life that's less complicated and stressful. You deserve to be with someone who doesn't have to navigate dark secrets and real life. It'll be tough, but I'll learn to live with a relationship that's based solely on our child. I want you to know that I plan to raise them with you and not despite you. There will be some tough days, but I know we will do what's best for our child. You will be an amazing father, and it'll be a painful pleasure to watch you with them."

"I..." That's as far as I got. She leaned in and kissed my cheek. With a final nod and a smile, she turned around and headed back to her car.

I watched her walk away. A view that I had lusted over from almost day one. *Say something, you dummy!* With a million words rattling around in my head, I couldn't come up with one sentence. I stood in shock as she walked away from my life.

Ramona

"I can't..." Just saying the words was exhausting.

"I know Ramona, but we're so close. Beathe... focus. Get ready, okay? When I tell you to push, give me all you got." Easy for him to say. All he had to do was hang out at the end of the table and wait for me to do all the work.

"You're doing great, Ramona. It's almost over." The nurse gripped my hand and wiped my brow with a damp cloth. No sooner had she spoken her words than I felt the next round of contractions build.

"Here we go.... And PUSH!"

The pain was unimaginable, but I pushed with everything I had, almost screaming as the last of my energy was expended.

"WHAA! WHAA!"

I was reinvigorated by the miracle sound. Doctor Philips lifted my baby, and the nurses wiped and swaddled her before they placed her on my chest. Her little squished-up face was turning redder as she screamed to the world that she had arrived. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. The nurses helped me get her settled, while the good doctor did what he needed to do to finish me up.

"Where's her father? The younger nurse asked without considering the implications. When I didn't answer right away, she started to blush.

"HE'S RIGHT HERE! Late, but here!" All heads turned to the door as Kevin came flying in, still wearing his work clothes. The nurses parted so he could see us. The moment he saw his daughter, he started crying. Great... now I was crying! Even the young nurse started.

"Meet your daughter," I whispered, and he lowered his face to be closer to her.

After his inspection, he looked at me. "How's Mama? You, okay?" I smiled and nodded my head.

"Good timing dad." The doctor made his presence known. "I'm going to have to put a few stitches in down here. How about you and nurse Kelly take your bundle of joy to get weighed and measured. We'll just be a few minutes.

I looked at Kevin and smiled at him, letting him know it was okay. Nurse Kelly looked at me. "Have you decided on a name?"

Kevin looked at me and I smiled. "Clara. Clara Aspen Turner." I watched Kevin's face light up as he bent over and kissed my forehead. Clara was his mother's name. It was a tribute to his mom, who passed so early in his life, plus, I truly loved the name. As for Aspen? What did you expect from a couple of foresters?

"We'll be right back," Kevin whispered as nurse Kelly led him to the small room off to the side.

Dr. Philips was talking about what he had to do. I could hear him, but I wasn't really listening. Instead, I was reflecting on my life. How fortunate I was to be here... with my daughter and my husband. Yeah... we're still together. About a week after our meeting at the Komachi Reserve, Kevin showed up at my office with a huge bundle of flowers. He caused quite a scene, walking through the department cubicles, drawing the attention of everyone... especially the women.

When he stopped at my desk, he knelt beside my desk and asked me to stay married to him. I was so shocked that I hadn't answered him. I just sat there, like I was having an out-of-body experience.

"Ramona! Answer the man!" My co-worker Valerie snapped me from my stupor.

I could see it in his eyes. The depth of his love was on full display. "Yes!"

The office went nuts as we stood up, and I launched myself into his arms. Thankfully, Valerie saved the flowers before I crushed them. Despite that rush of emotion, our journey back as a couple took time, and we continued our therapy sessions. We struggled at times, but we were both committed to seeing it through.

I was almost seven months along before we had our first intimate experience. It wasn't planned. We started to cuddle more, and that became part of the natural progression. It was like our first time... it was slow and passionate. He was spooned behind me and took me gently as he kissed my neck, alternating between rubbing my round belly and delicately stimulating my clit. It felt like it had gone on forever. It was Heaven!

In case you're wondering... I had no desire to have him cum on me. All I wanted was to feel him release inside of me, claiming me as his. One of the biggest hurdles we had to overcome was my willingness to swallow the cum of a stranger; something I never did with my husband. It wasn't even about the size of his cock. It was the simple act of swallowing. There was never a sufficient answer to that. Our therapist believed that the combination of drugs and stimulated euphoria likely prompted the action. In truth, I never remembered doing it, despite the obvious evidence.

We're at the point that we can talk about our feelings without anger, becoming a part of the process. He jokingly told me I owed him... We'll see. Maybe now that I don't crave it on me, I'll like the taste. (here's hoping!)

"There's your mom." I looked up, and Kevin had Clara all wrapped. "I think she's hungry." He lowered her down to me, and the nurse helped me get her to latch on.

After she was on and doing her business, I looked up at Kevin, and he had the goofiest smile on his face. "What?" I asked.

"I'm already jealous." That caused everyone in the room to chuckle. He leaned over me and gave me a gentle soul-searing kiss. "I love you, Mo."

"I love you, too, Kevin."

"Alright, you two." Dr. Philips was about to leave. "Congratulations on your baby girl. She's beautiful. Moma's going to be sore for some time. I'd like to see you for a follow-up in a week, okay, Ramona?" I nodded. He then looked at Kevin. "Sorry mate. No hanky panky until I give the all-clear." Kevin's smile quickly turned into a frown, giving us all a good laugh.