143 comments/ 204887 views/ 49 favorites That Sunday Afternoon By: K.K. Chapter One - The Change The change had come on suddenly. One night Sonya seemed to be a little down when she got home form work and you tend to notice things like that after eight years of marriage. I asked her what the problem was and she just said that she had a stressful day at work. I accepted her answer but suspected that there was more to it than that. Sonya just doesn't let stress at work get her down. The next several days were the same, Sonya seemed to be depressed when she came home from work and she didn't want to talk about it. She said nothing was wrong and that she was just a little tired. What struck me as being the most curious was that she wouldn't look at me when we were talking. After five days of this Sonya seemed to bounce back to her normal upbeat self but I still sensed something was wrong. Normally when Sonya and I got home from work we would fix ourselves a drink and sit down and talk about our day. Sonya always enjoyed telling me about the things that went on in the office where she worked. I enjoyed hearing her stories because I had worked there with her for five years before I left to take a job in mergers and acquisitions for a national bank, so I knew all of the people she talked about either from my time with the company or from the many parties we attended with them. After that first time Sonya came home seemingly depressed, she didn't talk about work as much. It wasn't that Sonya didn't talk to me at all it is just that her joking about the silly things that went on in the office had stopped. It seemed that Sonya only wanted to talk about what was on the television or issues that we needed to discuss regarding the house or bills that had to be paid. One of the best things about our marriage was that we had always been able to talk and be open with each other but for some reason I could not get her to open up about what ever was bothering her. Sonya works for Stanley Applications (SA), a software development company in North Carolina and as I mentioned earlier I worked there with Sonya for five years. Sonya was a project executive and I was in sales. Sonya had already been there about a year when I joined SA and I remember that on my first day on the job I saw a tall, very attractive brunette standing at the copier and I remember thinking that I hoped that I would get to meet her. I didn't actually meet her until I had been there over a month. Mr. Stanley, who started SA, likes his employees to be happy so about four times a year he has a big party for the employees. It was at my first party that I finally met Sonya. I saw her as soon as I arrived at the party but she was talking with a group of friends and I didn't want to approach her in front of them in case she rejected me. I was the new guy and I didn't want to make a fool of myself in front of several other employees. So I made my way to the bar to get loosened up a little and give myself a chance to make sure she didn't have a date with her. I was working on my second drink when I noticed Sonya standing by herself on the other side of the room. I was staring at her and trying to get my feet to move so I could go over and introduce myself to her when she suddenly turned and looked in my direction and when our eyes met we both turned away quickly. I felt stupid. I should have at least smiled at her and nodded my head. When I looked again she was talking to Julie, another project executive, and I noticed she tipped her head in my direction as if she were indicating that she wanted Julie to look at me or at least in my direction. Julie did turn toward me and I quickly looked away again and moved toward the bar to get another drink. When the bartender handed me my drink I turned around to see if I could spot Sonya again and when I did I bumped into Julie, who had suddenly appeared right next to me, and almost knocked her over. I grabbed her arm to keep her from falling and then I noticed that Sonya was standing right behind Julie. Before I could recover from the shock of almost knocking her over Julie said, "John, I don't think you have met Sonya yet, have you?" "No. I haven't." "John, this is Sonya Johnson," Julie said. Sonya works with me in the project department. Sonya, this is John Anderson, he's the new guy who tries to sell the crap we make." I took Sonya's offered hand and told her how very glad I was to meet her. Then I asked the girls if they would like a drink. Sonya said that she would like a glass of wine and Julie said that she didn't need anything. When I returned from the bar with the glass of wine for Sonya I saw Julie disappearing into the crowd. As I handed the glass to Sonya I made a mental note to thank Julie for introducing me to Sonja. Sonya and I spent the rest to the evening together and when the party broke up I walked her to her car. I held the door open as she got into the car. "Would you like to have dinner with me tomorrow evening?" I asked. Sonya said, "Tomorrow is Sunday." "Oh, you have plans then?" "No. It's just that Sunday isn't the usual night for a dinner date is it?" "Oh right," I said and then felt really stupid. I was in too big a rush to get a date with her and ended up looking foolish. "Dinner tomorrow night would be lovely," she said and she opened her hand bag and got a pen and a scrap of paper and wrote down her telephone number. "Call me tomorrow if you still want to take me to dinner," she said as she handed me the scrap of paper. I couldn't get the smile off my face as I closed her door and watched her drive away. That Sunday evening, after dinner we went back to Sonya's apartment and watched some television and talked. Mostly we talked. I just felt so comfortable with her and I felt that she was also comfortable with me. I got up to go home at eleven o'clock and Sonya walked me to the door. At the door I kissed her and it felt so good I tried to kiss her again but Sonya pushed me away. For a moment I wondered what I had done wrong. Sonya said, "Down boy. Another couple of kisses like that and I would be in trouble. Save you kisses for next weekend you may need them if you expect to get lucky." Then she pushed me out the door. "I'll see you at work tomorrow," she said as I left. That week we went out to dinner on Wednesday night and to the movies on Friday night. When I took Sonya home Friday night I asked her if I could come in for a while. "Not tonight, she said. "Tomorrow night I am making you dinner. Be here at seven o'clock. You bring the wine and I'll provide the dinner. Oh yeah, and what would you like for breakfast Sunday morning?" "For breakfast Sunday morning? I will have you." Sonya laughed and then kissed me. This time we stood at the door kissing for about ten minutes before she pushed me out the door. As I was leaving Sonya said, "Call me when you get home." I did as she asked and we talked for more than an hour. We had only been together four times but I was already in love with her. Saturday night I showed up at Sonya's apartment at seven o'clock with a bottle of red wine, a big appetite and an erection. Sonya had made a delicious lasagna for dinner and I had two helpings. "How does a nice Swedish girl like you make such good lasagna," I asked her. "I have dark brown hair and brown eyes, what makes you think I'm Swedish," Sonya replied. "I love Swedish girls so you must be Swedish." "How do you feel about Swedish girls who are half Italian?" "I love them even more," I said. I helped Sonya clean up and then she took me by the hand and led me to the sofa. I sat down and Sonya sat cross legged on the sofa facing me. She took my hands in hers and looked straight into my eyes. "I don't know what it is about you but somehow I know you are right for me," Sonya said. "I have only had three boyfriends before you and that goes all the way back to high school. I have never been as excited about being with any of them at any time as I am being here with you right now." "I feel the same way. I hope that doesn't sound insincere because it is true." Sonya leaned forward and kissed me and then got up off the sofa. "Since we are going to end up in the bedroom anyway," she said. Why don't we just go in there now?" Sonya took my hand and I followed her into the bedroom. We stopped by the side of the bed and kissed. I unbuttoned Sonya's top and slipped it off her shoulders and she let it drop to the floor. Sonya opened my shirt and helped me out of it then dropped it with her top and then I watched as Sonya removed her jeans. I still get hard when I remember how sexy she looked standing there in her bra and panties. I didn't take my eyes off of her as I removed my own jeans and dropped them on the floor. I took Sonya's face in my hands and kissed her gently and then told she that she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. "I want to make love to you every way I can think of," I said. "That's what I want too," she said. I want to taste you. I want to feel you deep inside me. I want to make you feel as excited as I am right now." I kissed Sonya again as I reached to unhook her bra and then I dropped it on the rapidly growing pile of clothes on the floor. "We are going to have to work on our house keeping," I said. "We can tidy up that mess after you make love to me," she said. We both got on the bed and I began kissing her again. I kissed her neck and nibbled on her ears before moving down to take her nipples into my mouth one at a time. Sonya's breasts were beautiful. Not big but just the right shape with nice hard nipples and I loved sucking on them. While I was lavishing attention on her breasts I moved my hand to her inner thigh and gently massaged it as I moved my hand slowly up to her pussy. When I reached the crotch of her panties I pressed them against her hidden treasure and I could feel the heat emanating from it. I moved my hand up to the waist band of her panties and then slipped it inside. I felt like I would explode at any moment but I did my best not to rush. I explored her body with my fingers as I slowly moved my hand down through the downy soft triangle of hair and continuing on until I reached the apex of her vagina. That point at the top where the split in her vulva ends and the clitoris hides. I made circular motions with my fingers on this sensitive area and when her body responded to what I was doing I slipped a finger inside her moist tunnel. When her pelvis started making involuntary back and form motions I moved my head down between her legs and began tracing the out line of her love nest with my tongue. When I penetrated her with my tongue Sonya let out a soft slow moan and took my head in her hands and pulled me tighter against her. Sonya's pelvic thrusts sped up for a moment and then stopped. "In a hoarse whisper Sonya said, "Turn around. I want you in my mouth too." I did as she asked and Sonya, with some difficulty, managed to release my rigid staff from my shorts and then she took it into her mouth. Although I wasn't very experienced with receiving oral sex I could tell that Sonya was not experienced either. In spite of that her oral attention felt great. I know that I gave Sonya at least one orgasm orally because of the way her whole body stiffened and then convulsed for a few moments. I was proud of myself for giving her that gift. I felt that I was getting very close to climax myself and because I didn't want to climax in her mouth the first time we had sex together I pull away from her and told her I wanted to get inside her. I turned around and got on top of Sonya and she helped me find her opening and then I slowly pushed myself completely inside her. I didn't last very long that first time but it was pure heaven the whole time my cock was inside her and when I did climax it triggered another orgasm for Sonya. Afterward we got out of bed and sat naked on the sofa watching television and finishing the wine I had brought. Then later when we both felt our sexual energy beginning to build again we went back to bed and made love for the second time that evening. Three months after than night I moved in with Sonya and a year and a half later we got married. Chapter Two - The Party Married life was wonderful. We both had good jobs so money was never an issue, which eliminated one of the biggest stress factors for newlywed couples. We seldom argued and made it a point that if we did have an argument we would make up before we went to bed. At least once everyday Sonya would tell me she loved me and she was always affectionate. As time went on our sexual activity only slowed a little bit as it does for most marriages but it still excited me to make love to Sonya. Up until the point where I began this story everything was great. We had a happy loving marriage. Over the years the people that worked at SA had become a close knit group and everyone likes to socialize together. That is why in addition to the four parties that Mr. Stanley likes to hold there were a lot of parties at people's homes during the year. Sonya and I never missed a party and had held several of them at our house. About two weeks after this strange mood had come over Sonya we went to a party at Jim and Nora Carson's house. Most of the other guests arrived around the same time we did and I noticed the Sonya seemed to be in much better spirits as soon as we started circulating among our friends. We had been at the party about a half hour when another guest arrived. I had never seen him before and I am sure I would have remembered him if I had. He was just over six feet tall, in good physical shape and had a full head of dark brown hair. He looked to be about my age, around thirty-three, and I guess he would be considered handsome. As he entered the room I noticed that Sonya looked over at him and then quickly turned away. I watched as he walked over to say hello to Nora and it was obvious that he knew most if not all of the other guests. I used my hand to turn Sonya's head toward him. "Who is he?" I asked her. "Tony Kaplan," she said. "He just started for SA about three weeks ago He's the new sales manager." "You never mentioned that they hired a new sales manager," I said. "I didn't? "Sonya replied. "I must have forgotten." It was about twenty minutes later that Tony came over to us. He said, "Hello Sonya, how are you?" "I'm fine Tony, how are you?" "Aren't you going to introduce us?" Tony said as he looked at me. "I'm sorry," She said, "Tony, this in my husband John. John, I'd like you to meet Tony Kaplan." Tony said, "Glad to meet you. I understand you used to work at SA." "Yes, I did, "I said. "Nice to meet you too." Tony gave Sonya a funny look and then said that he had to talk to a couple of people and then he moved off to join in another conversion across the room. I turned to Sonya and said, "What was that about?" "What do you mean?" "You acted like you didn't want me to meet him. You didn't bother to introduce us until he asked you to. What was that odd look he gave you just before he left?" Sonya said, "I don't know. There's just something about him that makes me feel uncomfortable. He caught me off guard and I forgot to introduce you." "What about the look?" "What look?" "I am talking about the strange way he looked at you just before he walked away." "I don't know," she said. "I didn't see it so I don't know what it meant." "You said he makes you feel uncomfortable," I said. How does he make you feel uncomfortable? Has he done or said anything to you to make you feel that way?" "No, he hasn't done anything. You know how some people can just make you feel that way. I think it because he is a manager and I always feel a little uncomfortable around authority figures." There was some truth to what she said. I know she did feel uncomfortable around the managers. She is not afraid of them but just uneasy around them. So I dropped the subject. Right after that party, things seemed to get back too normal. Sonya was her happy self again and whatever had been bothering her seemed to have resolved itself. Two months later, in August, we decided to have a patio party at our house. We invited all the usual suspects, our friends from SA and a few neighbors. The party was set to start at six o'clock on Saturday evening. The Wednesday before the party I had to fly to Dallas for two days of meetings with a client. The bank planned a big dinner party for the meeting participants on Friday, which meant I would have to stay over and come home Saturday. The best arrangements I could, make for Saturday was a flight at one o'clock in the afternoon, which would arrive in Raleigh at 4:45 PM. This would give me time enough to get home for the party but I wouldn't be able to give Sonya much help with the preparations. I asked her if she wanted to postpone the party for a week. "If you can get home before six o'clock," she said, I can handle the preparations with some help from Julie but you have to be here for the party." "No problem," I said. "I should make it in plenty of time. The Dallas meetings were successful and the Friday night dinner party was great but that is the only good news. At one o'clock Saturday afternoon I was at the gate at DFW but my plane wasn't. I called Sonya and told her I was going to be a little late. She said, "How late? You have to be her tonight." "They haven't told us what the problem is yet so I don't know what time we'll get out of here but I should still make the party on time." "You better." I said, "What's your problem? I'll be there, but why are you so worried about me being at the party?" "I just need you here with me. I feel naked without you," she said. "I'll be there." At three o'clock they announced that the flight was canceled. I scrambled over to the gate agent to get on the next flight but was told that there was nothing available until the 9:05 PM flight, which would arrive in Raleigh at 12:50 AM. I could not believe this was happening. I didn't know what was going on with Sonya but I knew that this news was not going to be taken well. In spite of that I still had to make the call. Sonya said, "You won't be home until after 1:00 AM?" "Sorry, that's the best they could do." "Shit," Sonya said, "this isn't fair. I need you here." "Are you going to be all right?" Sonya said, "I guess I'll have to be won't I?" "Yes, I guess so," I said. "I love you." "I love you too." During the call I sensed a level of desperation in Sonya's voice I had never heard before. I had no idea what she was so upset about, after all the guests were all friends of hers. I had never seen her freak out this way. I went back over to the gate agent and stood in line behind an angry businessman who was taking his frustration out on the agent. By the time he was done with his rant the agent looked pretty frazzled. When the other man left I said, "I guess he had a bit of a gas." The agent smiled and said, "Maybe so. How can I help you?" I explained my problem to the gate agent and asked her if there was any other way I could get to Raleigh earlier than the 9:05 flight. I told her that I would really appreciate anything she could do to help me. She banged on her keyboard for a bout five minutes straight and then she said, "I can put you on a flight to Memphis that leaves here in thirty minutes. From there we can put you on a 6:45 flight arriving in Raleigh at 9:50. Would that help?" I said, "Yes. You are a life saver. Thank you so much?" The agent looked at me and then over at the grumpy businessman she had just dealt with and then did some more typing on her computer. Two minutes later the agent handed my two boarding passes and I took off running to catch the flight to Memphis. That Sunday Afternoon I looked at my boarding passes as I was about to board the plane and saw that I was in seat 4B. The gate agent had given me first class seats on both flights. I guess it does pay to be patient with the gate agents during times of stress. I wasn't able to call Sonya before the flight to Memphis left and decided not to call from the Memphis airport because she would already have a house full of guests. I would just surprise her when I got home. The Raleigh Flight arrived right on time and I was out of the airport and in my car making the twelve mile drive to my house by 10:15. I got to the house at 10:35. There were several cars parked in front of the house on both sides of the street but luckily no one parked in our driveway so I was able to pull the car into the garage. I left my luggage in the car and went into the house. There were no guests in the house they were all in backyard sitting or standing in groups talking. When I walked outside the first person I ran into was Julie. Julie said, "Well, you made it after all. Sonya will be happy to see you. I don't know what was wrong with her but she was very upset when you said you wouldn't be back in time.' I said, "I got lucky and found another way to get here. Where is Sonya?" Julie said, "The last time I saw her she was headed into the house to use the bathroom. I guess she's still in there." I went back into the house to look for Sonya. There was no one on the first floor so I went upstairs to look. I ran into Cory, one of our neighbors, coming out of the guest bathroom on the second floor but there was no sign of Sonya up there either. I figured she must have gone down to the basement. I finished off our basement to include a space for my home office and an old sofa and a television. I also put a bathroom down there. Often when we had a party Sonya and I would use the bathroom in the basement and let our guests use the other bathrooms. I went back downstairs and through the kitchen to the door that leads down to the basement. I opened the door and when I looked down the stairs I saw faint bluish light coming through the partially opened door at the bottom of the stairs and I could hear music. It sounded like the television was on the satellite easy listening channel. The light was from the television screen. The door at the bottom of the basement stairs is usually left open so I was a little suspicious as to why the television was on and the door closed so I moved down the stairs slowly and quietly. The door wasn't closed completely because it was warped a little and wouldn't latch when you closed it. This allowed me to peek into the room without having to open the door further. When I looked in I saw two people leaning against the back wall. At first it looked like they were looking at the television but as my eyes adjusted to the dim light I could see that they were involved in a different activity. I felt my stomach turn as I realized I was looking at Sonya and Tony Kaplan. Tony was leaning with his back against the wall and Sonya was leaning against Tony. He had his left arm around Sonya's waist and seemed to be kissing her on the neck. I was about to charge into the room screaming but I realized that I didn't know if Sonya was a willing participant or if Tony was forcing himself on her. I had to watch long enough to find out. I had to know if Sonya would do that willingly. When my eyes had fully adjusted to the light from the television I could see the two of them much more clearly. I could see that Sonya was wearing a long sun dress that had a split in the front that came halfway up her thigh. I could also see the expression on her face and she did not appear to be upset by what Tony was doing. My heart rate increased dramatically and was thumping so hard in my chest that I was afraid that I might have a heart attack as I watched as Kaplan moved his left hand up to cup Sonya's breast. As he began to massage her breast he used his right hand to turn Sonya's face to him and then he kissed her. It was a long hard kiss. I don't know why I didn't charge into the room immediately but I didn't. I guess I just wanted to know how far Sonya would go. I had already seen enough to know our marriage was in big trouble now I had to know if the damage was irreparable. The emotions running through me had my whole body shaking. I was angry about what she was doing to me, I was hurt by the betrayal, I was humiliated that she would do this while all of our friends were at our house and I felt the frustration of not knowing what I should do. My stomach was doing flips and I broke into a cold sweat and all I could do was watch them. They were still kissing when I saw Kaplan drop his right hand down and he reached into the slit in the front of Sonya's dress. He ran his hand up the inside of her thigh raising the front of the dress as he did. When I saw Sonya's panties come into view my mouth got so dry I had no saliva to swallow which made my throat tighten up. I was also clenching my teeth so tight that my jaw was beginning to ache. I watched as the bastard used his fingers to make small circular motions on the crotch of Sonya's panties and as he did this Sonya spread her legs a little farther apart. He said something to Sonya but I couldn't make the words. Right after he spoke to her, Sonya reached down with her right hand and pulled Tony's hand away from her panties. I thought, "Thank God, she is going to stop him." My relief was short lived as Sonya was only holding Kaplan's hand so that she could use her left hand to lift the front of her dress. She raised the dress above her waist and held it there by trapping it under her arm and holding it against her body. Then Sonya pulled on the right side leg opening of her panties and lifted the cotton material enough so that she could guide Kaplan's hand inside. When I saw that he was fingering her it was all I could take. I had allowed this asshole to put his fingers in my wife's pussy but there was no way I was going to give him a chance to fuck my wife in my house. I didn't want to make a big scene at the party. I just wanted to stop the proceedings. I decided that I would deal with Sonya later, after our guests had all gone home. I quickly moved back to the top of the stairway and stopped at the kitchen door and then I turned on the stairway light. "Sonya, are you down there?" I yelled. Then I very slowly but loudly clomped down the stairs making sure they would have enough time to straighten out their clothes before I came into the room. When I entered the room Kaplan was standing there by himself. I said "What are you doing down here?" Kaplan stammered a little. "I... I'm waiting to use the bathroom." "Have you seen Sonya?" "Yea, she's in the bathroom." I could see that Tony was uncomfortable but not anywhere near as uncomfortable as he had made me. I wanted to go over and punch his lights out but instead I just leaned against the wall and waited for Sonya to come out of the bathroom. I made no attempt to make conversation. "I thought Sonya said that you wouldn't be able to get home until after midnight tonight," Tony said. "You had some problem with your flight?" "Well, I got home early and it's a good thing too." I could see that comment worried him. "Oh and why is that?" I said, "Because I wanted to get home early enough to make love to my wife tonight." "You know," Kaplan said, I think I'll go upstairs and use the bathroom." He walked casually to the stairs and when his back was to me I gave him the finger. It was a meaningless gesture but I had to do something relieve some of my simmering anger. When I heard the water running in the bathroom sink I knew that Sonya was about to come out and the knot in my stomach got tighter. I had no idea what I was going to say to her and I wondered if the expression on my face would give my thoughts away. I didn't want her to know that I had seen them yet because I didn't want to deal with it until we were alone. When the bathroom door opened Sonya was standing there staring at me. Her face was pale and she looked like she might have been crying. Sonya started to walk toward me and she forced herself to smile. "You made it home sooner that you expected," she said as she approached me. "Yea," I said, "I was able to make it home just in time." Sonya stopped for a moment and just looked at me, trying, I guessed, to understand the meaning of my last statement. "I made it here before the guest started to leave," I said. "I didn't want to miss the whole party. Have you had a good time tonight?" I could see the relief in her face when she believed that I wasn't talking about her little escapade. Sonya came over to me and put her arms around me but I didn't let her kiss me. "I am so glad you got here when you did," she said. I wondered what the hell she meant. Was that her private sarcasm? Her way of telling me she was pissed that I had interrupted her fun with Kaplan? "It's after eleven o'clock," I said. "I think it's time to break up this party. I am too tired to deal with these people right now and the neighbors are probably tired of listening to all the noise." Sonya seemed to have completely regained her composure. If she was nervous about almost being caught she wasn't showing it. The only sign that something might be wrong was that she didn't look at me when she was taking to me. Sonya said, "I guess you are right, let's go say good night to our guests." "Why don't you take care of that," I said, "I have a headache. I think I'll take a couple of aspirin and go up to our room." "I'm sorry you have a headache sweetheart," Sonya said. "You go ahead and I'll say goodnight to everyone for you." I wanted to say, 'Wish everyone a goodnight except for that asshole Kaplan. Tell him to go straight to fucking hell.' "Okay, I'll see you upstairs when every one has left," I said. Before I could leave Sonya pulled me to her and kissed me. I didn't pull away but I did not kiss her back either. We walked upstairs together and then Sonya went outside to start getting the guests to go home. While she was doing that I when to the bar that had been set up in the kitchen and poured myself a double bourbon. I was putting some ice in it when Julie came into the kitchen. "Too bad you couldn't get home on time," Julie said. "It was a great party." "Oh, I got home just in time," I said. "By the way, have you seen Tony Kaplan in the last few minutes?" "Tony left five or ten minutes ago," she said. "I thought you had a headache. Since when does aspirin come in a bourbon bottle?" I forced myself to laugh. "If I don't have a headache now," I said, "I will in the morning." I gave Julie a kiss on the cheek and headed off to my room with my drink. Chapter Three - The Confrontation It took Sonya about an hour to round up all the guests and get them to head home. During that time I thought about what I had seen and tried to make sense out of it. How long had this been going on? Had they been together before? Had she spent time with him over the last two days while I was out of town? If this was the first time what do you call it? If you defined sex as having intercourse then they didn't have sex, but he had his fingers inside her. The biggest question on my mind was if I hadn't interrupted them would she have let him fuck her? I believed that she would have. I thought about how I would start the conversation. I kicked around a lot of ideas but none of them seem to work. They came across to me as being either too calm or too angry. I knew anger would not get me answers to my questions and if I was too calm Sonya might not understand how upset I was. In the end I decided to wait until she was in front of me and then just say whatever came to me. When Sonya finally came into our room she didn't even look at me. She just went to her closet and started getting undressed. "It was a good Party honey," Sonya said. "Everyone seemed to have a good time. The house and the yard are a mess but I am too tired to deal with that now. We can clean things up in the morning." "I know you were having a good time," I said. Sonya looked at me as if she was trying to read my face. I didn't say another word as I watched Sonya remove her panties. She dropped them on the floor at her feet and when I looked down at them I imagined that I could see Kaplan's finger prints on them. I felt a strange pressure that seemed to be crawling up my spine. I felt like I was going to explode but I managed to stay under control. Sonya had slipped into her night gown and was starting to get into bed. She said, "Honey, aren't you coming to bed? I thought that you said that you had a headache." "I am getting one," I said. "I need to talk to you about something and I think it would be better if we went downstairs. Besides, I need to freshen my drink anyway." "I you have a headache you don't need another drink. Can't this wait till morning," Sonya said. "I am really tired." "No. This can't wait till tomorrow," I said. I needed to talk about this now." I tried to speak calmly but I wondered if Sonya could hear the growing anger in my voice. Sonya got out of bed and started coming toward me. "What is this about?" She said. "What is so important that it can't wait till tomorrow?" I didn't answer her and I didn't wait for her to reach me. I just turned and headed downstairs. I went into the kitchen and even though my stomach was already burning I poured more bourbon into my glass. I didn't even want anything more to drink but I needed something in my hands to keep them from shaking. "Do you want a drink?" I asked Sonya." "No. I have already had more than enough to drink tonight." I took my drink and joined Sonya in the living room. She was sitting on the sofa and she patted the cushion next to her indicating that she wanted me to sit next to her but I chose one the chairs facing the sofa and sat there instead. This seemed to tip Sonya off that something was wrong. I could see the worry in her face as she waited to hear what I had to say. I took a big swallow of my drink not because I wanted to but to give myself more time to think of how to start this conversation. As the warming sensation of the liquor spread through my body providing none of its usual comfort I made my decision. I had thought about slowly working my way around to what I had seen but I was afraid that Sonya would see where I was headed and it would give her time to start making up lies to tell me. I decide on 'Shock and Awe.' Hit her with the worst of it right up front and then keep her off balance so that she can't make up a coherent lie to cover what she did. "Wasn't it fortuitous that I was able to catch an earlier flight?" I said. Sonya looked puzzled. "Yes, I was very glad you did." "You were glad that I caught an earlier flight? I don't think so," I said. Tell me this; if I hadn't arrived when I did, were you going to fuck him?" All of the color drained out of Sonya's face. "Who… What are you talking about?" She stammered. "I am talking about Kaplan. Were you going to fuck him if I hadn't shown up when I did?" Sonya was scared. "Where on earth did you ever get an idea like that?" Sonya asked. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe it was when I found the two of you down in the basement alone when everyone else was outside." Sonya said, "We just went down there to use the bathroom. Tony was just there waiting for me to come out." It was obvious that Sonya hadn't figured out yet that I had seen them together. "There was nothing going on then?" I said. "Yes. I mean no. There was nothing going on. It was just a coincidence that we were both down there at the same time." I said, "That's a relief. I am sorry if I jumped to the wrong conclusion. Can you forgive me?" Sonya said, "Well, it's very upsetting to be accused like that, but I love you and I'll get over it." Sonya said this without once looking at me. I said, "It's just that when I saw Tony put his hand inside your panties it didn't look like you were getting ready to take a piss." Sonya's eyes quickly filled with tears as she muttered, "Oh God no. Oh please God." "It looked to me like the two of you were getting ready to fuck," I said. "So let me ask you again, if I hadn't arrived when I did were you going to fuck him?" Sonya covered her face with her hands, bent forward and began sobbing loudly. I didn't say anything and for about two minutes the only sounds in the room were the ticking of the grand father clock and Sonya's sobs. Finally Sonya lifted her head up and looked directly at me. Sonya said, "Yes. I am so sorry. I never meant... I never intended for... Please give me a chance to explain." "Yes, what?" I said. "Yes I... I was going to have sex with him." "Do you love him?" I asked. "No. Well... No. I don't love him," she said. "Not the way I love you." I said, "What the fuck does that mean?" Sonya said, "I don't think I could ever explain it to you. It's just too complicated. I am not sure I understand it myself." "Well, you better fucking try," I said, "because if you don't I am out of here and our marriage is over." Sonya said, "Is there a chance you could ever forgive me?" I said, "I don't know. Maybe if you can explain how this could happen there could be a chance, but without an explanation there is no fucking chance in hell." Sonya put her head into her hands and began to sob again. "I never intended for any of this to happen," she said. "I am so sorry I hurt you. I want to be able to explain this to you but I can't seem to concentrate right now. I don't know how to begin." "You can start by you answering some questions for me," I said. "How long has this been going on? How many times have you fucked him?" "Tony? She asked. "I have never had sex with Tony." I said, "Come on. I saw you guide his hand inside your panties. I watched him push his fingers inside your cunt. So don't tell me you never had sex with him." "Please don't talk to me that way. Tony and I never did anything more than that," she said. "He has never been inside me?" "Are you saying that Tony never fucked you?" "Yes." "But he has had his hand in your panties before?" "Well... Yes, but..." I cut Sonya off before she could finish. I said, "You told me earlier that if I hadn't come home when I did you would have fucked him tonight. Now you're telling me that he has had his fingers in your cunt before tonight but you expect me to believe that you have never fucked him before?" "It's the truth," she said. "He has never been inside me. Please John, when you talk to me that way it sounds so hateful." "Right now a part of me does hate you," I said. "Did you ever suck his cock?" "No. Absolutely never." "Has he ever gone down on you?" Sonya said, "No. The farthest we have ever gone was his hand inside my panties." Sonya said that this asshole had his fingers in her pussy more than once, and by her own admission she would have fucked him that night. She also said that they had never fucked. It didn't make sense but somehow I believed her or at least I wanted to. "So, how many other men have there been?" I asked. "What?" I said, "Other than that asshole, how many other men have you fucked or did you only let them finger you?" Sonya said, "John, please stop. You know I'm not like that. Other than what happened tonight I have never been unfaithful to you nor have I done anything that would hurt you or our marriage." "Other than tonight?" I said. "You already told me that you let that asshole get his hand in your pants before which means that you have cheated on me before tonight doesn't it?" That Sunday Afternoon Sonya said, "No. I have to explain..." I cut her off. "Are you trying to tell me that he had his hand in your pants more than once tonight?" I asked. "No," Sonya said with anger. "If you would give me a chance I can explain that to you." "All right, I won't say a fucking word," I said. Go ahead and explain." Sonya stood up and pace back and forth in front of the sofa for a minute and then sat back down. Now she was looking directly at me as she spoke. "Everything I have told you is the truth. Yes, if you had not come home tonight when you did I probably would have had sex with Tony. I did let Tony get his hand in my pants one other time but that was thirteen years ago, before I ever met you. You have to believe me when I say I never intended for this to happen and I don't understand it myself. I mean I know what happened but I don't know why." I said, "So, in the whole time we have been together, tonight was the only time anything like this has ever happened?" Sonya said, "Yes. I swear to you that's the truth. I love you and I have loved you almost from the instant we met. That's why it is so hard for me to understand my own behavior." I began to wonder if Kaplan was trying to pull something. Could he have drugged Sonya? I knew that wasn't very likely but I wanted to find a reason that would allow me to continue loving her. I had to know more about her relationship with him. "Tell me about Kaplan. How did you get involved with him? How is it he ended up here in Raleigh working for SA?" Sonya started pacing again and then began to answer my questions. "I met Tony toward the end of the spring semester of my freshman year in college. He was in his sophomore year but was planning to transfer to a west coast school for the final two years. We dated four or five times before the end of the semester and then I came home to Raleigh and he went home to Charlotte. One Sunday afternoon Tony drove up to Raleigh to see me. We went to a movie and then we went back to my house because my mother had invited Tony to have dinner with us. "After dinner my parents went for a walk and I took Tony up to show him my room. We were only in the room for a couple of minutes before we started to make out. I'll just skip the details here. I don't think you want to hear them anyway." I said, "Don't skip anything. I am trying to understand why this happened and the more information I have the better so I want to hear every detail." Sonya turned away from me as she began to speak again. I guess she found it difficult to look at me while she talked about her previous sexual activity. "Tony came up behind me and put his arm around my waist and started kissing my neck and my ears and telling me how beautiful I was and how hot I made him. He pressed his body against me and asked me if I could feel his hardness. I told him I could. Then he put his hand on my breast and began to massage it while he kissed me. I felt like I was melting in his arms. "You have to understand that Tony and I hadn't done anything but make out a little at college. I wasn't a virgin. You know I had sex with my high school boyfriend a few times, I told you about that a long time ago. He was fast and rough and it was not all that enjoyable an experience. I only did it with him because it was kind of expected that you would lose your virginity by the time you were a senior in my high school. "After that I just didn't meet anyone that I was interested in having sex with until I met Tony. It wasn't that I wanted to have sex with Tony as soon as I met him either. As a matter of fact I had never really considered having sex with him until that day in my bedroom. "While he was kissing me and pressing his hard cock against my butt he kept telling me how much he wanted me and how wonderful it would be to have sex with me. He told me how he would make sure that I also enjoyed it. He moved his hand down to my leg just below the hem of my skirt and slowly slid his hand up the inside of my thigh until he reached my panties. He began to finger me through my panties and I could feel my legs getting weak. "Then Tony whispered in my ear, 'If you want this as much as I do put my hand inside your panties.' "So that's what I did. I pulled my panties out a little with my left hand and guided his hand inside with my right hand. Tony began to push his fingers inside me and although I had never had an orgasm before I could feel one starting to build. Right then I wanted to rip my clothes off and tell Tony to fuck me." I said, "That's an interesting story but it sounds like your just describing exactly what happened in the basement tonight. Everything I saw the two of you doing is what you just described." "That's because it was exactly the same," she said. "The irony is that the result was exactly the same. While Tony was fingering me, my parents came back from their walk and my mother came up and knocked on my door to see what we were doing. Luckily, we still had our clothes on so we just walked out of the room like nothing happened. We didn't get another chance to be alone during his visit. That night was the first time I ever masturbated. Tony left me so horny I had to get myself off so I could go to sleep. "I didn't see Tony again but he wrote me several letters that summer. In each of his letters he talked about that afternoon in my bedroom. He said it was the most erotic thing that had ever happened to him and he would always regret that we didn't get a chance to finish it. I wrote back and told him I felt the same way. In the last few letters he said that he would come see me again and then we would recreate that afternoon. I masturbated a lot that summer, and each time I did I was thinking about that afternoon in my bedroom." I said, "So that is what this was about. Trying to recreate something that the two of you shared thirteen years ago?" Sonya said, "I guess maybe in a way it was but no... I never intended to do that. I had forgotten about that long ago. It's just that..." "It's just what?" I asked. "Well, I had forgotten all about that a long time ago. Even when I found out Tony was coming to work at SA I didn't think about that day or about having sex with him. I though it would be nice to see him after all these years but that's all. "The problem started about a week after he got here. I had seen him around the building but we hadn't talked to each other. Then one day he showed up in my office and asked me to have lunch with him so we could catch up. It was just a friendly lunch until we headed back to the office. That's when Tony asked me if I remembered that afternoon in my bedroom. I felt a little uncomfortable when he first brought it up but when he started to talk about it I don't know what happened. I felt compelled to listen. "He talked about how that day made him feel and how it still affects him. He said that now he was glad that we didn't get a chance to have intercourse that day because it kept his desire for me alive all these years and now that we were working together he was sure that one day we would be able to live out that afternoon again only this time we would end it properly. "I found that as I listened to him I felt like I was being drawn to him. I felt myself wanting the same thing he wanted. When we pulled into the parking lot at the office we sat in the car for a minute and I thought he was going to kiss me. At that moment I wanted very much for him to kiss me. We were just sitting looking at each other when someone tapped on the window and jokingly said, 'Time to get back to work.' "As soon as I got back to my office I realized how foolish it would have been if I had let him kiss me. I felt terrible the rest of the day and when I got home that night I felt so guilty I couldn't even look you in the eye. "The next day Tony stopped by my office and asked to have lunch with him again. I told him I couldn't so he came in and sat down and started talking about how we might get together again where we wouldn't be interrupted. At first I just wanted him to leave my office but as he talked about that day again I could once again feel myself being drawn to him. I kept my resolve and I didn't have lunch with him. "For about two weeks he would not leave me along. He was always asking to lunch or to stop after work for a drink. I told him no every time but he kept trying. I would try to avoid him but he would always find me and then he would get to me and instead of asking him to leave me alone I would just listen to him and feel myself becoming aroused. Then when I went home at night I had this terrible guilty feeling even though I hadn't done anything. I felt guilty about my desires. "I felt like I was being drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Fortunately, I knew what the flame would do to me. So one day when he came to see me in my office I told him that I didn't want him bothering me around the office anymore. I told him I would not have lunches with him and I would not go out for drinks. I said I'm married and I will not cheat on my husband. "Tony said he understood and would do as I asked but that he also knew that I wanted him as much as he wanted me and that eventually it was going to happen." I said, "Well I guess the asshole was right after all. Apparently you did want him as much as he wanted you." "Please let me finish." "Go ahead." "Tony did back off. I would see him around the office but I wouldn't speak to him. I tried to ignore him as much as possible but I felt bad about it. Tony really is a nice guy and I didn't like treating him that way just because of the way he felt about me. The problem was that whenever I saw him I would begin to think about what he said and I would feel myself being pulled to him. "As time went on it got easier. Tony started spending less time in the office and I managed to avoid him whenever he was in the building. The one thing I worried about was what would happen if I ran into him somewhere outside of work. When I didn't have a good excuse to get away from him. I worried that if I was alone with him something might happen. "I decided that I had to make sure I wasn't ever in a situation where I was alone with him and I thought that in time this attraction would pass. That I would no longer feel drawn to him and it might have worked if you had gotten home from Dallas before the party started." "So now it's my fault," I snapped. "Which was my biggest sin, not being here to protect you from yourself or was it coming home too soon?" "I am not blaming you," she said. "I know this is my fault. I'm just saying that without you here with me I was too weak to resist." "Too weak to resist? What the fuck kind of bull shit is that? We are not talking about someone slipping off their diet because they couldn't resist a candy bar. You are a married woman and you are trying to tell me that you couldn't resist the temptation to fuck another man. What kind of a fucking spell does this guy have on you?" "Must you talk to me that way? Do you hate me that much? I don't understand why this happened," she said, but if you will give me a chance it will never happen again." I said, "If you were so worried about what would happen if you were alone with him how it is that the two of you ended up in the basement together in the first place? There would be no reason for the two of you to go down there unless you were trying to find a place where the two of you could be alone." "If you think I invited him down there to have sex you are wrong," she said. "It wasn't like that. I went down there because I had to pee and when I came out of the bathroom Tony was standing there playing with the remote control for the television. He turned on one of the music stations then he grabbed me before I could get to the stairs and he kissed me." "So one kiss and you're ready to fuck," I hissed. She said, "No. I tried to pull away from him but I couldn't get loose. The he started talking about that day again and now that we were alone we could finally finish what we started thirteen years ago. He was talking and kissing me on the neck and rocking me back and forth and soon I began to relax and then I felt my self control fading. I guess you saw the rest." "Yes, I saw the rest and I didn't enjoy it nearly as much as you did." Sonya said, "I don't know what else I can say. Just please don't do anything rash. Give me time to prove that I deserve you. If we can't work it out I'll understand but please don't leave me without trying." By that time I was numb. I was exhausted from being angry and the bourbon had dulled my pain so I decided to call it a day. "I'll sleep in the guest room tonight and tomorrow I'll think about my next move," I said." Sonya followed me upstairs and silently watched me as changed for bed and when I was about to leave our bedroom Sonya stepped in front of me and kissed me on the cheek. "I love you," she said. "That's the problem, I love you too." Chapter Four - Loving Sonya I tossed around the bed all night trying to decide what I should do about Sonya and in the end I realized that I loved her to much let her go without a fight. I felt that in time, if Sonya was true to her word I would be able to forgive her but I knew that it would be difficult for a while. On Sunday Sonya and I avoided each other around the house all day and barely spoke to each other at dinner. Monday was even harder than Sunday. All day Monday all I could do was worry about what Sonya was doing. Was Tony after her and if he was, would she be able to resist whatever hold he had on her. I got home that night before Sonya and immediately began to worry about where she was and why she wasn't home yet. I imagined that Tony had asked Sonya to stop for a drink and that she had accepted. I had ignored her all day Sunday and maybe she felt unwanted and turned to Tony for comfort. The agony of waiting was almost too much to bear. Luckily, I only had to wait ten minutes before I heard Sonya's car pulling into the garage. At that moment I realized that I couldn't keep giving Sonya the silent treatment like I had on Sunday. I didn't want to drive her away from me and to him. When Sonya entered the house she looked sad. She walked slowly over to me and kissed me. When I kissed her back her face brightened a little. "You do still love me don't you?" She said. I said, "Yes. Of course I do but that doesn't mean that everything is all right now. It may never be all right again. This is going to take time if I am going to be able to put this behind me." "I understand," she said. "Did you see him today?" I asked. "Yes." "Did you tell him that I saw the two of you in action?" I asked. "No, I didn't. I didn't want Tony worried that you were going to come after him. I told him that we could never do that again. He said that he understood and would leave me alone." "That's the same thing he said before isn't it?" I asked. "If he doesn't stay away from you I will speak to him and I'll be a considerably more persuasive with him than you were." "Please don't start anything with Tony," she said. He really is a nice guy. If you knew him better I think you would like him." "He must be one hell of a nice guy if I would like him even after he tried to fuck my wife," I said. "I meant that if none of this had happened. If you had met him under different circumstances you would have liked him." I said, "I don't want to talk about that asshole anymore." Two weeks passed without incident and I began to feel a little more comfortable. Things were only slightly better at home. Sonya and I were speaking but we still hadn't made love and we were still sleeping in separate bedrooms. I just didn't feel the desire to make love to her. I just kept remembering the image of her guiding Kaplan's hand inside her panties. It was near the end of that second week when Sonya's car needed to go into the shop for service so I had to give her a ride to work. When I dropped her off I told her I would be back at five o'clock to pick her. Things were slow for me that day so I left work fifteen minutes early and drove over to SA to wait for Sonya. I parked in the lot in front of the building about three rows back facing the main entrance. Because I was early I put a CD in the player and tipped my seat back and closed my eyes. I would open my eyes and peek toward the entrance every minute or so to see if Sonya was outside yet. At ten minutes to five I saw Sonya coming out the door. As I tipped my seat back up and started the engine I saw Kaplan come up behind Sonya. He put his hand on her neck and when she turned to see who was there he kissed her on the cheek. I was ready to charge over and deck him but I waited just a moment more to see what Sonya was going to do. Sonya pulled away from him. She was smiling at him as they spoke but when he took a step toward her she backed away and put her hand up as if to tell him to stop. I could see that he was nodding his head yes and then he turned and walked away. I backed the car out of my parking spot and started to drive around to pick Sonya up and as I did I decided that while I didn't like that Kaplan had kissed Sonya at least she pulled away from him and didn't seem to encourage him in any way. I couldn't hear their conversation so I couldn't know for sure but I decided to trust Sonya this time just so we wouldn't have another fight. When Sonya got into the car I didn't mention what I had seen and she didn't say anything about talking to Kaplan. The next day at work I spent a lot of time thinking about how I had been acting since the incident and although I felt I had a right to be pissed I knew that if I didn't let up on her soon and show her some forgiveness I might lose her completely. I called Sonya at her office and asked her if she would like to go somewhere nice for dinner. "I'd love to," she said. "Where do you want to go?" I hadn't thought passed asking her to go to dinner so I didn't have place in mind. I could have asked her where she wanted to go but I thought if I was asking her to go to dinner I should pick the place. I said, "I was thinking of going to the Angus Barn." "Really?" she asked. "That would be great." The Angus Barn is where I took Sonya the night I proposed to her. I knew that she would understand that taking her there meant that I was trying to make things better between us. I asked Sonya if she wanted to go there straight from work and have a few drinks before dinner but she said that she would like to go home first and change her clothes. The Angus Barn was only five miles from her office but the round trip from her office to home and back to the Angus Barn was more than twenty miles. I was going to make a point about that but decided to let it pass. I didn't want any disagreements that night. When I got home from the office Sonya was already in the shower. When I walked into the bedroom she called out that she would be ready in ten minutes. I knew that wouldn't happen so I went back downstairs and poured myself a drink and waited. When Sonya came down she was wearing a white top and a black skirt that ended just above her knees. The skirt had a slit in the left side that went halfway up her thigh. She was also wearing black hose. She looked stylish and sexy at the same time. Sonya was in the best mood she had been in since before the incident at the party. On the ride to the restaurant she told me everything that was happening at work and all the funny stories she had heard recently. For my part I did a good job of not letting her know how much things still bothered me. I tried to relate to her like I did before all this happened. When we got to the restaurant I walked around the car to open Sonya's door for her. As she swung her legs out to step out of the car she gave me a teasing look up her skirt and noticed that her black hose were thigh high stockings rather than her usual pantyhose and that she was wearing black satin panties. Sonya always wore sexy stockings and underwear when we went out if she thought we were going to be having sex when we got back home that night. I had to reposition my growing erection as we walked to the restaurant entrance.