16 comments/ 34685 views/ 10 favorites Who Is this Woman I Married? By: deadeye_76 Main Cast Mike, 35 years old, 5' 11", 175 lbs, brown hair, blue eyes, Anne's husband. Anne, 34 years old, 5' 4", 105 pounds, brown hair, blue eyes, Mike's wife. Jenny, 34 years old, 5'4", 105 pounds, brown hair, blue eyes, Anne's former college roommate. My wife and I went out to dinner and some drinks one Friday evening. It had been a long week of work for both of us and we needed to get out of the house. We had just finished dinner and decided to have a couple of drinks in the bar before we went home. It was a fairly quiet, relaxed place, so we found a small booth and ordered. We had been sitting there for a few minutes when I saw my wife look up with wide eyes. She was staring at someone. I turned to look and the only person I saw in her line of sight was a woman about the same age as us. She was dressed in a white blouse, jeans, and a casual black jacket. I turned back to Anne and she had moved back out of sight of that section of the bar. "What's wrong?" "I think I know that woman." I turned at looked at the woman again and then back at my wife. "From where?" "I think that's my former roommate from college." I was intrigued since she never talked about school. "Really? You want to invite her over?" She looked at me strangely. "Not sure she wants to see me. I just dropped off the face of the earth when I graduated. She may not be happy to see me." She made it sound like they parted on bad terms, but it had been over 10 years. "Honey, it's been over ten years. I think you two might be able to at least talk." She looked at me skeptically and then leaned out to see if the woman was still there. I turned as well and we both happened to look as she turned her head in our direction. She stared at us, a little shock registering on her face, and then smiled and started walking our way. "Anne?" She said it like she was not sure it was her former roommate, but Anne hadn't changed that much. "Jenny. It's good to see you." Anne stood and the two hugged a little tentatively. I guess they might be able to get along after all. When they stepped back Anne pointed to our booth. "Do you want to join us?" "Sure." Jenny slid into the booth on Anne's side of the table and Anne introduced her to me. "Jenny, this is my husband, Mike." We shook hands. Jenny turned to Anne. "Nice. Married and settled. Kids?" "No, we don't have kids. What about you? How are you? What are you doing here?" They then talked about all those things that I guess women discuss when they haven't seen each other in a long time. I was not included in the conversation as they faced each other and talked so that I couldn't hear; I stared at the TV in the background running all the sports scores across the bottom. Finally, Anne brought me back to the conversation. "Mike." She touched my arm to make sure she had my attention. I admit that it was easy to get wrapped up in ESPN. "Jenny is moving here and is staying in the hotel across the street. She doesn't have a place to live yet, but is looking. I told her that we have a guest room and she was welcome to it. It would save her some money and we could catch up on the last ten years. We don't have anything else going on, do we?" I smiled. Sounded like it was a done deal. "No, that's fine. She's pretty easy on the eyes, so I don't have a problem with it." I winked at them. My wife laughed and turned to Jenny. "Don't mind him. He's a big flirt, but harmless." I chuckled. "Thanks... I think." We coordinated when to pick her up at her hotel and then left the bar together. We went straight to her hotel since she decided to leave it tonight and not worry about the fact that she had already paid for it. We all went back to our house and I plopped in front of the TV to watch sports while they caught up on the last 10 years while sitting in the kitchen over wine. We finally went to bed around midnight. "So that wasn't so bad, was it Anne?" She turned and smiled. "It was really nice to see her again." "You realize that you've never told me anything about college and your roommates. Why?" She glanced away and I could see she was uncomfortable. "Nothing interesting there, that's all. Same as any college student, just tried to work my way thru college and get the degree so I could get on with my real life." I knew there was more there. Was she really wild in college and embarrassed about it? Did she just want to keep it from me? I wasn't sure. "Honey." I took her by the arms and turned her to me. "If there's anything you ever want to talk about, you can tell me. Anything, okay?" She looked me right in the eyes. "I know. I love you." "I love you, too, okay? I always will. Nothing you can say will change that." She hugged me hard. "I know." She didn't say anything else. She just let me go and went into the bathroom to finish getting ready for bed. Over the next couple of weeks, I found out that Jenny had not graduated. She had finished about 10 credits shy of what she needed and never went back to finish it. I tried to ask her why, but she talked around it. She was not going to tell me that. I guess it was too personal. One Thursday, I arrived home from work a little earlier than expected and walked into the kitchen, entering from the garage. My wife Anne was sitting at the table in her robe with wet hair. Jenny was standing at the stove, cooking something while wearing what appeared to be nothing but a long t-shirt. I stopped and stared for a second. My wife looked up at me and then followed my gaze to Jenny as I came in, but didn't say anything about it. "Hey, hon, how was your day?" "Fine." I looked over at her. "You just take a shower?" I put my laptop bag on the floor. "Yeah, I wanted a hot shower when I got home." I looked up to see her and Jenny exchanging a look that I couldn't quite place. Something odd was going on. There was definitely tension in the room. "Okay." I hesitated for a second. "I'll go change clothes. Can I talk to you for a second upstairs, Anne?" I headed for the stairs. "Sure." She followed me and we went up to the master bedroom. As soon as she closed the door for me to change I had to ask the question. "What's going on?" "What do you mean?" She looked like a little kid who had been caught stealing a candy bar. Now I was really confused. "Don't be coy. I come home and you've been in the shower, Jenny is wearing only a t-shirt, and the tension in the room was palpable. I barely know her and I've never seen her dressed like that. What's really going on?" I couldn't put my finger on anything particular, I just had a bad feeling and a shiver ran up my spine. I just didn't know how and what to ask. We had never had secrets from each other that I was aware of and I thought our marriage was probably more stable than most. I had always heard from others about the minor problems their marriages had, and ours were more miniscule than that. "C'mon. Something's going on here. I can feel the tension and could see the look you two exchanged." She looked at me and I could see her relax a little. "You could always read me too well." Suddenly her normal smile was back. I couldn't tell what she was thinking, but her answer and the way she said it relaxed me, too. "Well, Jenny found a job and a place to live. It's not in a bad part of town, but not in a very good part either. She doesn't make much money and I'm worried about her. I told her what I thought, but she wouldn't listen so we had a little spat. I wanted her to keep looking and told her she could stay here, but she wouldn't hear of it. I took a shower to cool off and relax." "You want me to discuss this with her or leave it alone?" "Just leave it alone. She's made up her mind. She's already signed the lease and is moving in this weekend." "Does she need any help?" "A little. It's furnished, so she just needs to do some shopping for some new linens and a few other things. I'll help her with that and then we can all help her put the place together, okay?" I realized that I was breathing a little hard. The idea of secrets between me and her had been bothering me more than I realized. I started changing clothes for dinner. Anne just sat there and watched. Once I was dressed, Anne came up to me and gave me a big hug. "I love you, honey, you know that, right?" I looked down at her small, cute face. "Yes, of course I know that. I love you, too." I reached down and put both my hands on her ass, feeling that she had nothing on under the robe. I started slowly pulling it up as I kneaded her ass. "Maybe we have time to play a little before dinner is ready?" She laughed and started pushing on my chest. "Not a chance, big boy. It will be ready in 10 minutes. Now quit molesting me." "Is it possible to molest your wife? I don't think so." I teased her as I continued to play with her ass. She giggled and went up on her toes to give me a quick kiss. "I know you. You want to make me go nuts and get loud so Jenny will hear us." I grinned at her and she poked me. "You are a bad, bad man." "That's why you love me." She giggled. "No, I love you in spite of that!" But she didn't leave. Instead she put her hand on my rapidly swelling manhood and squeezed. "I think you are very bad – and I want you to be a bad boy, just a very good bad boy." She dropped her robe. I put my hands on her ass and picked her up to take her to the bed. She wrapped her legs around me. "Oh, Mike, have I ever told you how much I love sex with you?" "Yes – but you can tell me again... and again!" I teased her with my words and my dick as I rubbed it against her crotch. "Mmmm. I love having sex with you." I cut short her words with a big kiss. She groaned and kept grinding her crotch against mine. I pulled back and ripped off my clothes. I was so fucking horny and in a hurry. She recognized it and fed off it. "To hell with foreplay my bad boy, just take me now!" She held her arms and legs up and out, inviting me in and putting her sex rudely on display. I obliged and buried myself in her. God was she hot! "Honey, you're like a furnace!" She smiled with her eyes closed. "That's because you start a fire in me." She grinned at the bad pun, but it didn't change the thrusting we were doing. I rose up off her and slowly stroked in and out while reaching up to thumb her nipples. She groaned. "Suck them, please!" I decided to tease a little more. "Suck what, baby?" "My nipples, suck on them, ravage them, I need your mouth on my tits!" She was becoming much more vocal this last year and I loved it. I latched onto her right nipple and kept slowly fucking her. She started thrusting up at me hard, rubbing herself against me, trying to get the friction and pounding in the right spot. I obliged and plunged into her, holding myself buried deep in her. I then rotated my hips and rubbed my pubic bone across her clit. She started whispering at this point. "Mmmm. I love your dick deep inside my cunt. Can you feel me flex my muscles? Hmmm. Can you feel how close I am to cumming? Keep sucking on my nipples and fuck me hard. I need it hard! C'mon, honey, fuck me!" I didn't need any further prompting and I pummeled her. She gave out little grunts each time I bottomed out, and then finally had her orgasm. She came hard and clutched my head and pulled my hips in with her legs. She kept me there and then released and clutched, released and clutched, as she went thru her orgasm. I pulled up and watched her look of concentration as she did that. Her mouth was slightly open and her eyes closed. I could feel her trembling and see the furrow in her brow that she got when she was concentrating on something real hard. All of this and her tightly clutching muscles sent me over the edge. She was just starting to relax when I pulled back and thrust hard, making our pubic bones smash into each other and started pumping my cum into her. I pumped hard several times and then collapsed onto her. She let me lay there, her legs still around me as we both relaxed and caught our breath. Finally, she whispered in my ear. "I love you more than I can say or prove." I pulled back and looked at her. She had a smile on her face and I kissed her. "How did I ever get so lucky?" As our breathing returned to normal she looked over at the clock. She relaxed her legs and I was getting up when she laughed. "That only took 9 minutes. Good job, my bad boy!" "Glad you liked it." I started getting dressed. Anne put on her robe and swatted me on the ass as she left. "Very good, my bad boy!" She scampered away from me before I could swat her back. Dinner went fine and the tension seemed to be gone from between Anne and Jenny. Later that week, Anne and Jenny went shopping and then we all went over to see her new place. It was new to her, but not exactly a new place. It was just on the edge of where things were bad, but some of the area had been reclaimed recently as the neighborhood was trying to make a turnaround. I put up the new curtains as the two of them arranged everything in Jenny's bedroom and bathroom. We bought some initial groceries and then opened a bottle of wine to celebrate. Over the next couple of weeks, Anne and Jenny got together one night a week to continue to renew their friendship. Anne told me that Jenny had just been drifting around, working enough odd jobs to be able to get by since she never finished her degree. Anne was concerned for Jenny and I could see it in the way she talked about her. I was a little surprised since I had never heard anything about Jenny in all the years that we had been together. I guess, like many, they went their own way after school and lost contact. Over the next few of months, we had Jenny over every couple of weeks and Anne saw her a lot during the week as well. I had my basketball and bowling buddies and was glad to see Anne had a close friend to share her interests with. She had not had a regular 'shopping' partner, as she put it, and was glad that she had gotten reacquainted with Jenny. It was just after Christmas that things seemed to get tense between the two. I noticed that they were not calling each other all the time and Anne seemed a little distracted and irritable. I had to ask her one day. "Anne, what's going on between you and Jenny?" She had been working on a crossword puzzle as we relaxed one Sunday morning and her head jerked up quickly. "What? What are you talking about?" She was quick and short. "I'm just asking because you two seem to be a little upset with each other right now." She slumped into her chair. "I know. Sorry." "Sorry for what? It doesn't directly affect me, but I hate to see you upset and unhappy. You two had been getting along famously and I thought it was good for you to have a close friend from school again. Is there anything I can do?" "No." She didn't offer any explanation, just the one word answer and went back to her puzzle. I dropped the subject and decided to tread lightly there. They were definitely having some problems. I got up and started getting ready to go down the basement to do some work we needed in the storeroom when Anne looked up at me. "You know I love you, right?" I smiled. "Yes, I know. I love you, too." I kissed her on the forehead and went down the basement. As I was working in the storeroom, the timing of those words kept coming back to me. What was that about? Did she just feel bad because she was so curt? That had to be it. She was just sorry that she was uncommunicative about her and Jenny and so short with me. I loved the woman so I decided that the best thing to do was to take her out to a nice dinner. After I finished in the basement I called our favorite seafood restaurant and made a reservation for two. I then went up to our bedroom where Anne was just out of the shower. She was standing there in just a towel, brushing her hair. I stood at the doorway and looked at her. She was not a classic beauty in most people's eyes, but she was still a beautiful woman. She had bright blue eyes, light brown hair that had been blonde when she was a child, a very nice straight nose, and a smile that lit up her face and could brighten even my worst day. It was what always got me out of a funk when I'd had a bad day at work. I could always count on her commiserating with me on my work problems and then she'd smile. She'd say she loved me and the weight would immediately lift from my shoulders. I couldn't stay mad at some minor thing that would work itself out when I had the love of this woman. She was also caring, a good lover, and nice to everyone she knew. I still couldn't figure out how I got so lucky. She finally noticed me standing there and turned to me. She smiled one of those smiles. "How long have you been standing there?" "Just a couple of minutes." "Why are you staring at me?" "Because you are the most beautiful woman in the world and I just love watching you." I could see the tears forming in her eyes. She lowered her head and looked at the floor. I walked over and hugged her. "What is it, honey? Am I too sappy?" I chuckled. She lifted her head and wiped the tears that had started falling down her face. "No, I just can't believe how lucky I am to have someone who cares for me so much." I hugged her and hummed. "Mmmmm. That's the exact same thing I was saying to myself. I'm the lucky one." She looked up at me, her eyes searching mine, moving back and forth from my left eye to my right. The tears were brimming again. "Will you love me always and forever?" The words almost got stuck in her throat. "Always. Forever." She buried her head in my shoulder and wrapped her arms around me. She hugged me fiercely. Was I misreading something or was she upset about something. Jenny? "Are you okay, honey? You seem a little emotional. Does it have to do with Jenny?" She looked up at me and started wiping her eyes again. It was good that she had not started putting on makeup yet. "No, it's just that my period is starting and my hormones have been all over the place the last couple of cycles." She sniffled and reached for a Kleenex. "I'll be fine." She blew her nose and I stood there, knowing that there was more. I could read her like a book after 10 years. But I figured it was between her and Jenny and she would tell me if she wanted me to know. She looked up at me. "Do you need to use the shower?" I leaned over and kissed her lightly. "Yes... and... I'm taking you to dinner tonight." She looked up at me. "Oh! I forgot to tell you, I called Jenny and she wants to have dinner tonight. Maybe we can get past our latest fight." "Do you want me to make the reservation for three?" She looked at me and then somewhat sheepishly asked me. "Do you mind if it's just Jenny and me tonight? We had a fight and I know she and I need to clear the air. Can we do that another time?" I smiled. "Of course. Listen, I made the reservation for 7pm for two. Why don't you two go and enjoy it. I know you love that place." "You sure you don't mind?" I kissed her again. "No, not at all. I'll find something to do. After all, there's always a sport on a channel somewhere." She laughed a little, but I could tell her heart wasn't in it. I guess the fight that she and Jenny had was pretty bad. She was really in a funk. "Okay, I'll call her and we'll go there." She leaned up and kissed me again. "Thank you. You are such a great husband." "Thanks. Now if you don't want to get all steamed up, you'd better go into the bedroom to put on your makeup. I'm going to take a long hot shower." "Okay." She turned and left. I watched her ass wiggle as she left. Damn! My wife was hot! The next couple of weeks were a little hectic at work and I was consumed with it. Finally, after a new software application delivery was out the door, I was able to relax. I got home around 6pm and Anne was not home. She usually told me if she was going to be late, so I figured she was just running behind. I changed clothes and was back downstairs watching TV when I realized it was 7pm. That was odd because it was a Thursday, so I called her on her cell. She picked up immediately. Who Is this Woman I Married? Ch. 02 Main Cast Mike, 35 years old, 5' 11", 175 lbs, brown hair, blue eyes, Anne's husband. Anne, 34 years old, 5' 4", 105 pounds, brown hair, blue eyes, Mike's wife. Jenny, 34 years old, 5'4", 105 pounds, brown hair, blue eyes, Anne's former college roommate. From the previous chapter: I was going to get the truth from Jenny about what they were doing and why Jenny was covering for her. Jenny answered the doorbell almost immediately. She answered in just a robe and she, too, had been crying. Her face was tear-stained and her eyes were red. She looked terrible. "What do you want?" She was hostile. "I want to know if... no, I know you know that Anne is having an affair. I want to know if you know who it is and why you've been covering for her." She stared at me and didn't invite me in. "She didn't tell you, did she?" "Didn't tell me what? I figured out she was having the affair on my own, but she didn't tell me who or why. Just tell me what you know." Jenny stared at me for a second. "I'm the one she's having the affair with." She slammed the door in my face. I was stunned. Not what I expected. My wife and I had discussed some of our fantasies, but she had never mentioned being curious about women, having had any sexual contact with one, and even appeared uncomfortable watching any girl-girl action in porn movies. And now she was having an affair with a woman? What the hell? How in the world did I miss this? She seemed emotional at times, but pretty normal most of the rest of the time. How could this happen and why? I stood there and stared at the front door. It opened again. "Are you going to stand on my doorstep all night?" She was still hostile and now I could tell she was a little drunk. "I don't... wait... you and her? When did this happen?" I couldn't think straight and I was completely caught off guard by this revelation. She stared at me. "You really don't know anything at all about her past, do you?" She was slurring her words a little. "No." I wondered what that was supposed to mean. "Come in." She pulled back the door and let me in. I entered and went to sit down in the living room. I noticed a picture of the two of them from college that I had never seen before. They were standing together in a bar holding up drinks and smiling. Unfortunately, the picture frame and glass had been smashed. Jenny saw me looking at it. "Smashed courtesy of Anne." She walked toward the kitchen. "Want something to drink? I'm almost halfway thru a bottle of Jack Daniels. I seem to have nothing better to do than get drunk, so you might as well join me." She came back with a glass of Jack Daniels over a few ice cubes, walking a little unsteadily. "I guessed on the rocks." "Yeah, okay. So how long have you been sleeping with my wife?" I asked her point blank, trying to get to the bottom of this. I also took a long pull on the Jack. She smiled sadly. "13 years." I stared at her, aghast. "What? When? I mean... you've been together all this time?" She looked at me like I had three heads. "No, dummy, I meant that we started 13 years ago, then she disappeared off the face of the earth, and then we started again just recently. I'm in love with your wife – have been since college." She took a long drink of Jack and wiped her mouth with the sleeve of her robe. She looked at me, challenging me to say something. That really caught me off guard. I now knew that my knowledge of Anne's past was non-existent. I had heard these rumors that there are men and women that have affairs like this while in college, but this was my first experience with it. "I guess I really don't know anything about her past." I slumped back into the couch. We sat there, drinking and silent for what felt like an hour, but I couldn't say for sure how long it had been. My phone suddenly went off in my pocket and Jenny looked at me. "That'll be her. Why don't you just tell her to fuck off, divorce her, and maybe she'll come back to me." She tried to smile like it was a joke, but it didn't come off well at all. I looked at my phone and thought about what she just said. It was Anne, but I let it go to voice mail again. I looked up at Jenny. "Is this why you two have been so emotional?" Jenny stared at me. "You don't have a clue, do you?" I stared at her... she was correct. "Anne tried to resist me for a long time, but I've never stopped loving her so I wore her down. She finally succumbed and we re-started our affair just recently. The problem is that she still loves you and is so conflicted that she wouldn't commit to me. She still wants you." She spat out the last part. "She wants her nice little husband and her nice little marriage and her nice little house and her nice little life with no problems from her fucked up past. I guess I'm one of those problems because she told me to get out of her fucking life today." I guess I missed all the signs at first, but now I knew that Anne had come home after telling Jenny that she would never leave me. She had chosen me over Jenny. At least that felt good, but she must have been pretty guilty the last few weeks and that's why her emotions were all over the place. The question for me was what do I do now? While I was thinking this over there was suddenly a pounding on the front door. Jenny and I both jerked our heads toward the door and then looked at the door. We knew it was Anne. "Let me in! I know you're in there Mike. Let me in! I just need to talk to you!" I looked at Jenny. "Well?" She shrugged and got up. She went over and opened the door and Anne walked in. She was dressed in her winter pajamas and robe. Her hair was a mess and it was obvious she'd been crying. Her makeup had run and she had done nothing to fix it. She rushed straight past Jenny and over to me. She kneeled in front of me, put her hands on my thighs, and stared up at me. "Honey, I love you more than anything else and I don't want to lose you. I'm so sorry. Please let me explain. Please!" I looked down at her. I still loved her, but I didn't know if I could live with her. I looked over at Jenny and she had sat down and I could see tears forming in her eyes. I had to do something. "Answer me this, do you love Jenny?" She stared up at me, tears forming and then starting to run down her cheeks. Finally, she looked at the floor and answered meekly. "Yes." "You're saying you love us both?" "Yes." She didn't raise her head. "But earlier tonight you told Jenny you were choosing me over her?" "Yes!" She said this a little more firmly and raised her head to look at me. I saw Jenny cringe at this. I reached down and grabbed her by the shoulders. I was upset and angry and torn, but I had to know what the fuck was going on. "Come up here on the couch. I'll let you try to explain, but you know my feelings on infidelity. I thought I knew yours, but maybe not." I said that nastily, my anger showing. She flinched but sat, facing me, her hands folded in her lap. She looked up. I looked over at Jenny and she was leaning forward, her face buried in her hands, crying as Anne continued. "Nobody knows this story; nobody except for the assholes involved and me and Jenny." Jenny's head jerked up. "Anne, no!" She turned to Jenny. "I have to, Jenny. As much as you love me, I love him more. I owe him an explanation. I have held this in for 13 years and I'm going to tell it now no matter what." She turned back to me. "After that, it's your decision what you want to do." She had that pleading look in her eyes that I usually find hard to refuse, but it just made me angry now. "Okay, I'm waiting." I crossed my arms and made it seem as if this better be a damn good explanation. Anne took a deep breath. "Jenny and I were juniors and sharing a room in the dorm. We were good friends, but nothing else until just after Christmas. There was a party that we were invited to along with most of the dorm. We all went. It was college, so there was drinking, flirting, people disappearing to have sex, all that kind of stuff. Jenny and I stuck together because we were watching out for each other. It was about midnight when we got into trouble." She looked over at Jenny and Jenny had curled up into the corner of her chair with her face buried in her hands, sobbing quietly. "We were talking to two guys we had known for a while. They were just acquaintances. We were flirting and I was attracted to one of them." She looked at me to see how I would take that, but I was trying to remain stone-faced. "They got us some more drinks and must have slipped something into them. I started feeling a little more light-headed than I thought I should have been and Jenny was also wobbly." At that point Jenny jumped up and rushed from the room, crying. Anne looked back and me and took a deep breath. "They had slipped us a drug that was probably a downer. We couldn't even stand up and the next thing I can remember is that I'm kneeling in front of three guys with their dicks in my face. I realize that Jenny is next to me and she has two guys in front of her. There were five of them and they made us suck them and fuck them for about three hours. When we finally started becoming more difficult and the drug was wearing off, they hauled us back to our dorm and dumped us on the front steps wrapped only in blankets." She was rushing now, trying to get it all out. "We managed to get back to our room at this point and we both collapsed into our beds. When I woke up, Jenny was gone. I looked and found her in the shower, curled up on the floor sobbing." Her voice started breaking. "I... I... I just didn't know what to do." She reached for my hand and I let her have it. She gave me a wan smile thru her tears and continued to wipe them with the sleeve of her robe. "I helped her finish cleaning herself off and then took her back to the room. I put her back in bed and then went and took a shower myself. We were both sore, torn in a couple of spots, and had been covered in cum." She took a deep breath and looked up at me. I was no longer angry, just disappointed that this was how I had to find out about it. "I've practiced telling you this since the day you proposed. I told myself that I would tell you before we got married, but I just couldn't face it. This is the first time I've told anyone in my entire life. When I finally decided that I could tell you, I was afraid you'd leave me." "Why would I have left you after we were married?" "Because I was raped by five guys and I felt ashamed and dirty." I started to tear up. I could see the pain that she and Jenny must have been going thru all this time. I had read that it was typical for women to feel more guilt than they should have after a rape. I took both her hands in mine. "Anne, I cannot tell you what I'm going to do about this yet, but I can tell you that you never, ever have to feel ashamed and dirty. You did absolutely nothing wrong and neither did Jenny. It was all them. The guys who did this to you are to blame for it all." Her tears started flowing again. "Thank you." "Now explain to me about you and Jenny." She took a deep breath and let out a big sigh. "Together we decided not to report it. We didn't think we could do anything about it anyway. It's an old story and there would have been a big investigation and we couldn't face the attention. After that night, neither of us went to any parties for a while. I woke up one Saturday night and could hear Jenny crying in her bed. I went to her bed and lay with her to comfort her. I did it for three nights in a row and on the fourth night, she kissed me. It seemed so wanting... so loving... I can't explain it. I had never even thought about a woman like that before, but I just knew at that moment that I loved her. We became lovers for the rest of school. I'm not a lesbian and I don't really consider myself bi-sexual, but Jenny was different. We were... connected." I looked at her. It was probably easily explained by a psychological professional. I couldn't put words to it, but I could see why it happened. They were two lost souls trying to put their shattered lives back together and that was how they did it. "And when you graduated?" She stared at me and then looked at the floor in shame. She spoke softly. "I just left. I didn't tell Jenny anything. When I went home and saw all my old school friends I was ashamed that I had gotten to that point. I was ashamed that I had fallen in love with a woman. I kept telling myself that it just wasn't something that I should have done. My family's societal norms prevented me from being able to accept it. I also didn't really think about women that way, except for Jenny." She hung her head. "The worst part is that I never contacted her again. I just left her and broke her heart. Now I'm ashamed I never told you and I'm ashamed I abandoned Jenny. I'm just a mess." I looked around the room. Fuck! There was no guide about what to do here. Instead I just moved closer and opened my arms so that she knew I wanted to hug her. She flung herself in to my arms and started sobbing against me. I was still a little angry that she kept this from me, but I had trouble maintaining the anger I had and couldn't blame her too much. I was angry that there were guys out there that would do that. I was angry that they hurt the woman I loved... yes, still loved. I was heartbroken at what she and Jenny went thru back then and what they must have been going thru since they saw each other again. I was still angry and hurt by her actions, but they had softened a little. After a few minutes, I could tell that she was emotionally spent and her sobs finally died down. I took her arms and held her back so I could look into her eyes. "Anne, I love you. I can't say what's going to happen after this, but I do love you." "Thank you." It was such a whisper that I barely heard it. "Do you want to check on Jenny?" She hung her head. "I don't think she wants to see me." "What happened between you two?" Another deep sigh. "She wanted me to leave you and be with her. I told her I couldn't do that, that I loved you too much. She went ballistic and told me off so I told her I didn't want to ever see her again." "Ouch! You two really had a nasty fight, huh?" "Yes." "C'mon." I took her hand and led her back to Jenny's bedroom; she let me. The door was closed and I opened it. Jenny was on the bed and wasn't crying. She seemed to be dozing. I led Anne over to the bed. I sat on the edge and Anne stood next to me as Jenny stirred and looked up at us. She groaned and turned away. I put my hand on her shoulder, but she suddenly leapt to her feet and rushed to the bathroom. I was going to follow, but the sound of her retching into the toilet was something I thought she might want to be alone for. Then I looked up at Anne. She was looking into the bathroom with such pity for her sick friend... lover... whatever. I gave her hand a small yank and she looked down at me. "Go to her. Help her." Anne looked at me, smiled, and put her hand on my face. "I love you." She left to go help Jenny. I got up and went back into the living room to try to figure out this mess. What the hell do you do about this? I had to think about it. No matter what logic had to say, I was not as angry at her having sex with Jenny as I would have if it had been a man. I tried to tell myself that there should not have been a difference, it was still cheating, but it just felt different. It may have had something to do with feeling betrayed or emasculated by another man having what a woman had pledged to only you. I just didn't know what to do. Anne and Jenny were in the bathroom for a long time. When they finally came out, Jenny had wet hair where Anne had obviously had to clean her up and Anne's sleeves were wet. Jenny was almost a zombie at this point. She let Anne lead her to the bed and lay down. Anne sat next to her and comforted her for a couple of minutes and then Jenny was out like a light. Anne stood up and we went into the living room. When we got there she looked up at me. "So what do we do now?" "I have no idea. I think I'm going to need some time to digest this and consider my options." "Options?" She looked crushed and teared up again. "Is one of them staying married to me?" "At this point I don't know. I think so." She looked a little relieved. "I will do whatever you want. I will never speak to or see Jenny again, I will go to counseling, marriage or... well... whatever kind I need for the incident, whatever you want." I looked at her. She looked so small and forlorn standing there. "Anne, why don't I go back to our place and you stay here and make sure Jenny is okay. That will give me some time to think about this." "No, I can't be with her. I know she will still be angry and I can't face her right now." I thought about it for a second. "Okay, you go back to our place and I'll stay with Jenny to make sure she's okay." She stared at me for a second. "What? You're going to watch over Jenny?" I walked toward her. "Yes." I hugged her and she hugged me hard. "You're too good to me. I don't deserve you." I lifted her face up so that she had to look at me. "Don't ever say that. You are a beautiful and intelligent woman. You are desirable and lovable. I just need to decide where I want to go from here." She smiled – barely, and then moved toward the door. "Will I see you tomorrow?" "Yes, I think so." "Please?" "Alright, tomorrow." Anne departed and I was left wondering what the hell I was doing making sure my wife's lover was okay. It felt weird, but Jenny looked so defeated and lost that I couldn't believe it would be good to leave her alone. I was angry at her, but didn't want anything to happen to her. I went and checked on Jenny and then tried to crash on the couch. After turning the events of the last couple of weeks over in my head and Anne's confession, I knew that I had to talk to Jenny first, and then Anne. I had an idea, but it really depended on them. I was sleeping pretty heavy when I heard Jenny's door close a little loudly. When she saw me sit up on her couch she froze. "What are you doing here?" "I just wanted to make sure you were okay and talk to you this morning." "Oh, yeah. I'm great. The love of my life left me for you. I'm really happy to see YOU this morning." I stood up and put my hands up. "Jenny, I just want to talk about this rationally." She stared at me. "My head hurts and I need some Tylenol. Besides, there's nothing rational about love and this shitty mess." She walked into the kitchen to get some medicine. I followed her. "Want me to fix some breakfast? Might make you feel better." "I don't want to feel better." "Maybe it will improve your shitty mood." I smiled at her when she jerked her head up at that. Jenny stared at me, trying to hold her anger, but finally, she relented, like she was too tired to even fight. "Yeah, I guess so." I pulled out a small skillet and eggs and quickly made some eggs and toast. When I had handed hers to her, she dug in like a starving concentration camp refugee. I fixed mine and joined her. "Hungry?" She looked at me sheepishly. "Starving. I just realized I haven't eaten since breakfast yesterday." "More?" She smiled a little. "No, but thank you." She stared at me long enough to make me uncomfortable. "Why are you being so nice to me?" I thought about Anne. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay after last night. I knew what it felt like to me when Anne said she had been having an affair so I could imagine your pain at her having rejected you... again. I just wanted to talk to you and make sure you were at least in the land of the living." She stared at me for a second. "You mean you thought I might kill myself?" Who Is this Woman I Married? Ch. 02 "No! Nothing like that. I just wanted to... well... talk." She stood up and put her plate in the sink. "There's nothing to talk about. She picked you. Are you stupid enough to let that woman go?" "I don't know." "Well, you'd better not. That is the most loving, vibrant, alive person I have ever known and if you push her away, she won't be fit for me either. She'll just be miserable all the time and will blame me for your break-up." "Well, actually, you would be partly responsible." She sighed. "I know." "Will you talk to me about this?" She watched me carefully. "Okay. What do you want to know?" "What happened at school after she graduated?" "Oh, god. When she graduated, she went to see her brother and sister, who had been living with an aunt since her parents were killed in a car accident. She called me when she got home, but I never heard from her again after that. I was devastated. I called her family and she had told them not to give me her address or new phone number. I don't know what she told them about me. She just disappeared. I tried to go back to school. I had changed majors and needed more credits to graduate, but I just couldn't face it. I left and started an endless trek around the country, trying different places and different women, but none of them measured up to Anne." "So you're a lesbian?" "Yes. Strictly women for me." She stood up. "Now if you don't mind, I need to pack and give my notice on this apartment." "You're leaving?" "No reason to stay. I told you that Anne will be with you, or will blame me for not being with you. I don't think she would ever look at me the same again." "Where will you go?" She stared at me. "I don't know. I'll figure something out. I always have." "Is that the only option?" She stared at me. "As far as I can tell. Either she stays with you and she's married, or you leave her and then she'll hate me for the rest of her life. I don't see any other choices, do you?" An idea had been forming in my mind, but I had to work on how I would feel about this. It was very hard to bring up. "Okay, how about if we both have her." "What?" Her eyes went wide and I could see that she was trying to figure out what I meant. "I can see that you two love each other. I know that she has chosen me, so she loves me and I love her. But I can also see that the traumatic event you two went thru together brought you two very close. So why can't we both love her? We both want to see her happy, right? The more I think about this, the more I know that even if she and I stay married, she will have regrets about you. All that guilt from long ago has resurfaced. She will continue to wonder about where you are and whether or not you are okay. She told me that she loves you. Why is it that we expect people to love all their family and relatives but to only love one person as a partner? Well?" She was silent as she studied me with her eyes. "What exactly are you saying?" "I'm saying that I stay married to her and love her like I always have. But you love her also. You can move in and join us and love her and let her love you." I looked at her and again she looked at me like I had three heads. "Does that sound insane? Is it impossible?" She sighed. "I don't know, but if it gives me a chance to love the woman I've loved all my adult life, I'm willing to try it. Are you really sure about this? What will Anne say? Can we really make this work?" "I'm not really sure, but I love the woman and that means that I want her to be happy. If she loves you, too, why should that change what we have? Why don't you put some things together and come with me to our house. We'll surprise her." Jenny got up and hugged me hard. "I can see why she loves you. I've never heard of anyone reacting this way. Would it be the same if it was another man?" I thought about that. "No, I don't think I couldn't handle that. The societal norms I was raised with wouldn't let me go that far." "Yeah, I figured that. I probably couldn't do it if it was another woman. Somehow with it being you, it feels like I'm giving her something that I can't." I thought about that. "Good point. I'm trying to be open minded about this, but I think another man would violate that set of norms that I got from my parents." "Yeah, I can see that." We were still standing close when she tried to lighten the mood. She pushed me back and said mockingly. "If this is just your way to get to see a threesome, it's pretty diabolical." It was a reasonable attempt to lighten the mood so I laughed. "Damn! I had it all planned so well." I kissed her on her forehead. "Now go put some things together that you can use for a couple of days and we'll head home." Twenty minutes later Jenny was ready. She pulled a large suitcase out of her bedroom. I looked at it. "I said get things together for a couple of days, not for a military deployment." She laughed. It was good to hear it. She had a deep, throaty laugh and her entire face lit up with it. I lugged the way too heavy suitcase out to the car and before we got in she hugged me again, suddenly serious. "I sure hope this works. I really do love your wife like I have never loved anyone else." "I understand. Me, too." We got in the car. On the drive home, I cooked up a plan to get Anne to relax after the initial shock and Jenny agreed, rather whole-heartedly. When we got home, Anne must have been up and watching, because as soon as my car pulled into the driveway she was out the door. When Jenny opened the passenger side door, she froze. "What do you want?" There was ice in her voice. Jenny stopped, standing in the open door. "Anne, we need to...." Anne didn't let her finish. "I told you that I picked Mike. I love him and want to be married to him. What about that don't you understand?" I rushed up to Anne before she started yelling loud enough for the neighbors. "Anne, wait." I grabbed her and hugged her and she shut up. "I asked her to come. Please go back inside. It's cold and we'll be right in." Anne reluctantly turned and went inside, glaring at Jenny. I turned to Jenny and shrugged. Jenny waited until I retrieved the suitcase to go inside. I think she was afraid of Anne in her current mood. When we entered, Anne was sitting on the couch. When she saw the suitcase, which she knew was Jenny's, she looked at it in shock. "Mike, please, I love you and want to be with you. I've made my decision." I put up a hand. She stopped. I walked over to her and kneeled down in front of her. "Anne, I love you always and forever, remember? I'm not leaving. Just relax and let me tell you what Jenny and I have discussed." Anne sat back, but folded her arms across her chest in anger. "Anne, I love you more than anything. I am very sorry for what happened to you in college. I know that you and Jenny went thru a terrible trauma together and fell in love. It's okay. It happens. I also know that you love me and want to stay with me. When talking to Jenny, I can tell that she loves you and you love her as well. Who said you couldn't love both of us? Why can't you have both of us? We agree that we both love you and will share you – here, in this house. Jenny will stay here and we can all be a family, if you will let us. I only want to see you happy and if that means that Jenny is here, too, that's okay with me." Anne looked skeptical. "I don't know how this is going to work. I just don't know." "I don't know how it will work either, but I'm willing to give it a chance. There are a lot of things we'll have to figure out as we go, but I love you and want to see you happy. I think having Jenny here with the two of us will make you happy. Can we at least try?" I watched Anne closely as I finished and she started smiling as tears poured down her cheeks. She rose and came over to me. She hugged me to her chest and looked at Jenny. "You see why I could never leave this man, Jenny? He loves me and only wants to make me happy. It makes me love him that much more." Anne eased up on her hold on me and I leaned back to look at Jenny. She was crying, too. I motioned for her to come over to us. She did. "Jenny, I don't know where this is going, but I would be honored if you would move in and live with me and Anne. She can be your friend, lover, and confidant. I just want you two to establish some decent rules so that nobody gets hurt, okay?" Jenny hugged me to her chest and Anne hugged Jenny. I then motioned to Jenny and we each took a hand and led Anne upstairs. She hesitated when we got to the bedroom, but we coaxed her in. I then motioned to Jenny to undress Anne and I kissed her hard as Jenny did so. She had her pajamas and robe off in no time. Jenny then undressed and she was just as sexy as Anne; too bad I was never going to find out physically. I then turned Anne toward Jenny as I moved out of the way and undressed. Jenny kissed Anne and they clinched very tightly. I could see the emotion sweep over Anne at what was happening and how happy she was. She had to stop kissing Jenny just to wipe her tears and nose. Finally, I moved up behind Anne as Jenny kissed her again and rubbed my very hard cock along her ass crack. Anne moaned into Jenny's mouth and Jenny broke the kiss. Together we laid Anne down on the bed and we lay on either side of her. I smiled to Jenny and pointed to Anne's already seemingly wet pussy and she grinned. I started sucking on Anne's right tit as Jenny kissed Anne's stomach and worked down to her pussy. I lifted my head to see Anne's face and she smiled at me. "I cannot tell you how much I love you. There are no words to express the feeling of love, contentment, and oneness I feel with you." I kissed her and then she moaned into my mouth as Jenny reached her goal. I broke off the kiss and lay next to Anne as Jenny started eating her pussy. Anne smiled, leaned her head back with her eyes closed, and grabbed Jenny's head. "Oh, god, she's so good!" I smiled and spoke to Anne so that Jenny could also hear. "She looks so happy lying between your legs lapping at that beautiful wet pussy. I bet she's learned a lot in the last ten years about how to please a woman." Anne just moaned. "Maybe she'll give me lessons so that I can be that good." Anne moaned again and Jenny smiled up at me as much as she could. She kept licking and sucking. "I love seeing you pleased by her, Anne. You are so beautiful when you are being made love to by Jenny. She cares for you very much and is going to make sure you cum and cum and cum." Anne started twitching when I said that and Jenny started doing something that made Anne gasp. Then she went into a major orgasm, trapping and squeezing Jenny's head as she arched her back and groaned. She held herself arched like that as she trembled and shook and then finally collapsed back on the bed. "Oh, shit!" Jenny smiled. "Damn, girl, I think you really liked having Mike watch because I don't think you've ever cum that hard. I thought my head was going to get popped like a pimple." Anne laughed and then looked up at the two of us. "You're right about one thing. Having two people in bed with you who both love and care for you is so amazing." Then Anne looked over at me. My dick was so hard it was almost throbbing in time with my heartbeat. "Looks like Daddy needs some attention." Jenny laughed. "Is this a role-playing thing I need to know about?" Anne smiled as she rose up. "No, just a smartass remark." She slowly got into position to suck my dick and looked over at Anne. "You sure you don't want a taste?" Jenny grimaced. "Thank you, no. I was denying it in college until the incident, but I think I always knew that I liked girls... and only girls." Anne started sucking and I lay back. I reached over toward Jenny and she looked at me a little askance. I grabbed her hand and held it and lay my head down. She relaxed as she realized that's all I wanted, just some contact with her. I lay there and Anne sucked me as Jenny watched and we held hands. I really wanted to fuck Anne, so I pulled her up. "Anne, I think you owe both of us some attention, don't you?" Anne looked at me, not understanding what I was saying. "You need to be able to pleasure both your lovers, so I want you to get on all fours and eat your woman lover's pussy, while your husband fucks your pussy. Don't you think that's fair?" Anne smiled. "Oh, yes. I love that idea." Jenny got into position and Anne started eating her shaved snatch. I loved watching it. Anne arched her back sticking her butt up in the air and I crawled behind her. I lined my dick up with her cunt and thrust in. She was so wet it was easy. She ate Jenny's pussy and I fucked her until we all came. Afterwards, we all whispered our love for each other and Anne turned to me as we were all falling asleep. "Always. Forever." I smiled and looked at the two of them. "I'm the lucky one." The end Who Is this Woman I Married? "Hello, honey, sorry I forgot to call." "That's okay. Are you going to be home soon? I'm hungry and ready to eat." I heard some murmuring on the other end. "Honey, Jenny and I are going to grab a bite while we are out, okay? Be home around 9." "Okay, tell Jenny I said hello. Love you." "Love you, too. Bye" I went and made myself some dinner and was in the middle of watching a college basketball game when Anne came in. I had lost track of time and it was now almost 10pm. When she came in she looked at me and started crying. I was stunned. "Anne?" I stood up and went to her. "What's the matter? Are you okay?" She let me take her in her arms and hold her as she collapsed against me and sobbed into my chest. "Honey, what's going on? Is everything okay?" There was no answer for a while and then Anne looked up at me. "I'm sorry, honey. I'm so, so sorry." I took her upstairs and sat her down on our bed so that we could talk. I knew that it was important because she had never acted like this. "You know you can tell me anything, right?" She stared at the floor. "Yes." "Then please tell me what is going on. You are on an emotional roller coaster and I can tell that there's something serious here." I went over and sat down next to her. We had never kept secrets from each other and I could see that she wanted to tell me something. I put my arm around her and braced for the worst. "You can tell me anything, you know that. I love you." She turned her head up to me. "Can I?" I stared at her. "Of course you can! Honey, we don't keep secrets. We have always been straightforward and honest about everything. Just tell me what it is." I was trying to remain calm, but my heart was racing and I was about to break into a sweat, waiting for her to say something to see if it was going to rip my heart in half. I had to remain calm or she would never tell me what it is. I'm sure she could see my unease and concern. I continued to stare at her for a while. "Will you love me always and forever?" She looked at me with such guilt that it hurt to think about the source of it. "Always. Forever." "Mike...." She trembled as she started but she couldn't say the words. "I'm so sorry." There, she said sorry again and was acting guilty. It suddenly hit me. She was feeling guilty and already apologizing. It must be because she was having an affair... or almost did. We had been a little distant the last few weeks, but I had been so absorbed in work that I didn't recognize the signs until now. I suddenly remembered how uninterested in sex she was the last couple of weeks. Did she do it or not? I tried to lick my lips, but couldn't, my mouth was a desert. I looked at her, returning to the present. "You're having an affair." I stated breathlessly. She looked up for a second with fear in her eyes, the tears brimming in them, and then buried her face in her hands. "Yes." She managed to get that out just before the sobs started. I was in shock. I thought that might be it, but her confirmation hit me like a sledgehammer. I fled the room and I could hear her call out after me. I raced down the stairs and into the back yard. I was still in shock. My wife, who I loved dearly, who I thought loved me, and who told me that wedding vows were sacred, had cheated on me. I found myself breathing hard, my hands on my knees as I bent over. I was almost hyperventilating. I grabbed my keys and got in my car. I started driving, trying to think what I was supposed to do. I loved that woman. She and I seemed to share the same feelings about what a marriage meant when we talked about it. Why would she just piss on that? There was more to it than that. I could feel that she had been so emotional for a while, so something was eating at her. Was it just guilt? Was she feeling bad because she had cheated on me? When did it start? Was Jenny involved? They were always going out 'shopping'. Was that just a ruse for them to go out and pick up men? I had to find out more, but I couldn't face her right now. I heard my cell phone ring and looked down at it. It was from home. I couldn't talk to her right now, so I let it go to voice mail. She called three times in the 15 minutes it took me to drive to Jenny's. I don't know why I wanted to see her, but I couldn't get past the fact that this had started when Jenny showed up. I was going to get the truth from Jenny about what they were doing and why Jenny was covering for her. Jenny answered the doorbell almost immediately. She answered in just a robe and she, too, had been crying. Her face was tear-stained and her eyes were red. She looked terrible. "What do you want?" She was hostile. "I want to know if... no, I know you know that Anne is having an affair. I want to know if you know who it is and why you've been covering for her." She stared at me and didn't invite me in. "She didn't tell you?" "Didn't tell me what? I figured out she was having the affair on my own, but she didn't tell me who or why. Just tell me what you know." Jenny stared at me for a second. "I'm the one she's having the affair with." She slammed the door in my face. To be continued...