158 comments/ 86010 views/ 16 favorites Clarence and MIllie By: hilarynhugo We sat at the table, her holding my hand me bawling like a baby. "Clarence stop it now. I mean it. It is not the end of the world. I told you because I love you. I do not want to lose you. I do not want you finding out the wrong way about; well, about the things I am doing with Marcus," she said. I'm sure she thought her tone was supportive, but she was killing me. "Millie, you're my wife. Is what you really want a divorce? I mean after all of these years, Millie, twenty-one years!" I said, my eyes swelling and dripping all but blood. "Clarence, no. I do not want a divorce, and especially not after all of these years. You're my husband, not him. I love you; I use him. That's all there is to it. I need to get you to see that," she said. "But why! Why are we even having this conversation. I need you. I take care of you don't I? I make good love to you don't I? Why are you doing this to me!" I said. "To begin with it was all born of your fantasies; the ones you've been assaulting me with for these last many years, Clarence," she was smiling now. "It took me a while, Clarence, but I have finally come to believe that you may have had some good points and some very hot fantasies. And well, they've kinda become my reality, if that's the way to phrase it," she said. "And yes, you have taken care of me, provided for me. And yes, you do make—well, adequate love to me. I have to be honest about that, Clarence; it's what all of this is about. Really, a big part of it anyway." "Huh? What are you saying?" I said. "You know very well what I'm talking about, Clarence, your fantasies. You watching me with a black lover. Me dominating you. You serving me and my lover—oh all of it, Clarence; you know very well what I'm talking about. You're memory can't be that selective," she said. I looked down; I couldn't meet her eyes. "My love making isn't doing it for you, huh?" I paused and looked away, well hell, I was embarrassed. "Well, what is, is, I suppose." I changed the subject. "But, Millie, those were just my fantasies, not things I could really do, live with. I need you on my side, by my side, with me all of the time; not just when you have time for me," I said. "Clarence, don't be too hard on yourself. Your lovemaking is not that bad. It's just not, well, as exciting as it once was is all. You don't have to worry about that, not at all. If you are willing, this will be very nice for you; I'll see to that. Nobody will be more important to me than you. You really have nothing to worry about," she said. I was so hurt and shaken by her words that I couldn't breathe. I felt faint. Slowly, I began to feel—numb, puffy. I slid out my seat and lay down on the floor. I had fainted. I woke up, it had to be some minutes later, with Millie holding me in her arms and rocking me back and forth. Jesus what a wimp ass I was! I took a deep breath and struggled to get up; she helped me. "You all right, baby?" she said. She knelt beside my chair as I settled back into it. "I can see this has been a very big shock to you. I didn't mean to cause you so much stress. I really didn't. I just wanted to let you know how things are and that you will be right there with me the whole time. And safe! I wanted you to feel safe. But, it looks like I caused you more than a little stress and worry instead. Not my intention, Clarence. Honest to God, not my intention." I looked down at her kneeling there. I finally knew what I had to do. At least what I thought that I had to do. "Let me get my breath back, Mil. I'll be all right. I guess the stress did get to me. I know what I have to do now," I said. "Yes, dear, just let me do the leading for a while. It'll be best," she said. She was assuming that I was going to accept her plans; she was wrong. I might be a pussy, but I was not that big a pussy! "No, Mil, I will be leaving in a little while. I will set the wheels of divorce in motion as soon as I can. I cannot accept second class citizenship in this marriage. I cannot accept being your wimpy little cuckold. I cannot accept just getting the occasional mercy fuck to keep me in line. "But..." I ignored her attempt to interrupt and kept on. "Yes, I had and have fantasies, Millie, but I never had any intention of living them out, any more than I have of donning a superman cape and trying to fly. I just could not and cannot accept the humiliation of being your cuckold, Millie. I'm a man, Mil, I need to be treated like one by my wife," I said. "Divorce! What are you talking about, Clarence Milford! I told you I don't want a divorce. I told you everything will be fine for us. A man! Who isn't treating you like a man? "Mercy fuck? What are you talking about? I never said anything about limiting you or belittling you or mercy fucks. Our love life will be enhanced by what I am proposing, not made less. I promised you that, I am promising you that," she said. "Millie, I don't see it that way. I am sick at heart, and afraid of the future: a future without you because I have and do need you; it's going to be bad for me for a while. But, I cannot accept your ultimatum, Millie. You didn't even let me have a say in any of this; you just let me know it was going to be whether I liked it or not. Well, I love you, Millie, more than anything, but I don't like your proposals, especially being left out altogether in the decision to do these things" I said. I was beginning to get my sense of balance back. I had just about decided to chance trying to stand and head upstairs to our bedroom and begin packing when the phone rang. Millie rose to answer it staring daggers at me as she did. "Oh, hi Denise. Yes, your dad is here. Just a moment." She handed me the phone. "Yes, baby...Yes...okay?...why do you ask?...What!...you and your mother...I have to go...I mean you and your mother...I really do have to go." I hung up on her, on my own daughter. I looked at my wife with what had to be horror painting my features. "You talked to our daughter about this? You told her about my fantasies? You asked her opinion..." I ran out of words. My anger was almost beyond telling. "Clarence, it's not like you think. I just had to make sure that I wasn't being selfish—crazy. Denise is a Psyche major and well—I thought..." "You're crazy, Millie. You definitely are totally and completely nuts! She's, was, my baby. I'll never be able to face her again. Good-damn-bye," I said. I now really did have the strength to pack and leave. In less than an hour I had not only lost my marriage, I had lost my entire family—forever. I could never again face Denise knowing that she knew—about my fantasies. That she had agreed it would be okay to cuckold me if I was okay with it. Why would she think that? It was all just too horrible to contemplate. Millie had chased me up stairs and had had a tantrum about me leaving and my apparent plans to abandon both her and our daughter. I packed like a man possessed. I felt strange, bad, but also strange. All I knew was that I had to get out of there and fast. I was about to lose it. I did lose it; I burst into tears. I hauled my stuff out and stumbled and fell as I made for the front door. My humiliation was total. Millie just stared at me as I lay there crying. I dragged myself to my feet and made decidedly slower progress toward the door. The interesting thing was that in her attempts to get me to not go, and to rethink my relationship with both her and our daughter; she never once said anything about being willing to give up her plans to cuckold me. This last hit me just as I was about to go out the door. I turned as I hefted the suitcases. She was still standing there, for the moment speechless, just staring in disbelief at me. "You know, Millie, in all of your yelling in these final minutes of our marriage, you never once indicated a willingness to give up the idea of cuckolding me." She raised her hand as if to get me to listen, but changed her mind and just looked down. It was my last memory of her. It would be years before we met again. ****** The day after our confrontation. I had gone to see my lawyer. I signed a power of attorney for Millie so she could sell the house and do what she wanted with our accounts. We each had our own separate credit cards and they were always paid up, so I had mine to live on until I could get relocated. Apart from the house, I gave her the eight or nine thousand in the savings, the two thousand in the checking account, and nothing else. I left instruction with our lawyer to the effect that if she tried to get my retirement to deny her everything else and make her work for it. As for my daughter's college, I had long ago settled that matter by putting away money monthly since the day she was born to pay for it. She would have what amounted to a free ride for her entire four years at State. I quit my job at Maclin Industries, a shipping company where I was a dispatcher. I headed for the left coast. I had to hope I could get a job fast. I didn't want to have to live long on my Visa card. I got lucky. I began work at the first place I applied to on the same day I applied. Curtis Shipping needed a dispatcher with experience and they needed he, she, or it immediately; their current man had a medical emergency and would be retiring in two more days. I painted myself on his shoulder and absorbed everything I could as fast as I could. Needless to say my learning curve at the new company was ninety degrees to the plane. But, the fact is the job was virtually the same one I had had in Ohio. My daily routine was always the same. Get up in the morning, eat, go to work, come home, eat, go to bed and then repeat the sequence the next day. Weekends were nothing special either, although I did hang out at a local bar on Saturday afternoons. It wasn't as crowded as the night time, and the regulars all had about the same story that I did: failed marriage or business, sometimes both, bland life since. Every once in a while I would get really plastered and cry myself to sleep. Usually on my daughter's birthday or my wedding anniversary that sort of thing. It was a Friday evening when the boss called me in for a talk. "How yuh doin', Clarence," said Mr. Curtis. "Good, sir, thanks," I said. "Clarence, you've been doing a good job, but we have a subsidiary in Ohio that has had some organizational problems. Part of it is dispatching efficiently. Can't seem to find anyone to handle it back there, at least no one who will stay with it. Anyway I know you're from Ohio. How would you like to go back, recruit somebody to handle the job and teach 'em the ropes?" he said. "Sir, I don't know..." I started to say. "You would be getting a nice bonus for your efforts Clarence. I know you can use it. Word is you are saving to buy a home," he said. "Well, sir, that's true enough. But, I don't know if I am up to the job," I begged. "Nonsense, over these past few years, you've mastered the system inside and out. Dispatching is important to us; scheduling and turn-around is everything," he said. I threw up my hands and said okay. I would be leaving on Friday on the four hour flight—to Columbus. I was early for the departure. I wanted to make sure I got a window seat. As the other passengers loaded, I was involved with reading my paperback novel when I felt rather than actually saw someone staring at me. I looked up. "Hello, Clarence," said Millie. Now, I was the one staring. The cabin doors had just closed and I wasn't going anywhere. I noticed the seat next to mine, the aisle seat, was still vacant. I looked at it with what must have been horror. I was right to have been afraid. "It's my seat," she said. I know my face fell. "Don't worry, I bathed this morning," she said smiling. I did not return her good humor. She took her seat and strapped herself in. "How?" I said. "I've been thinking of moving out here, so I came to check out the area. I know a couple of people and they invited me to stay with them for a few days. The weather's better. And before you ask, no, I didn't know you lived here; and I didn't know you were on this plane. This seating arrangement is pure coincidence. The ticketing agent noticed the names were the same, and figured we were man and wife. You'd evidently checked in shortly before me. I didn't disabuse him of his conclusion. Anyway, he seated us together," she said. "Maybe one of us can get another seat," I said. I began to look around for an attendant, but they were all busy getting ready for push back. "What's the matter, Clarence, afraid I'll embarrass you?" she said. "You've done it before," I said with feeling. She nodded. "I guess I deserved that. If it matters, I am so sorry for what I did to you back then. You were right I was crazy to lay all that on you like that. Especially not to have talked to you about it instead of Denise," she said. I couldn't help it; I had to ask. "How is she?" I said. "She's good, I guess. I know for a fact that she'd like you to be the one walking her down the aisle next week," said Millie. That stopped me. "She's getting married?" I said. "She's twenty-four, Clarence, and she misses her daddy very much. You could at least have given her a chance to talk to you before you left," said Millie. "I couldn't face her after—after—what she found out about me," I said. Why was I talking to this woman? "That was my fault," said Millie. "She was just trying to be supportive. I had led her to believe that your fantasies were what it was all about, not mine. For the record she knows the truth now, and it damn near cost me my relationship with her to confess." "Married? Who's the fiancé?" I said. "A fellow college student, Gary Plant's his name," she said. My next question was hard to ask. "Who's giving her away?" I said. She eyed me closely. "Do you care?" she said. I silently sneered at her insult and looked away. "Never mind; it's not mine to know or ask, not anymore," I said. "I'm sorry, Clarence. Of course you care; I can't seem to stop saying the wrong things when it comes to you. I'm sorry," she said. "Yeah right," I said. "Clarence, it is your right and your business regardless of what you believe. Again, I'm sorry I said that. It was thoughtless of me. Anyway, It's Marcus Canby," she said. "The man you cuckolded me with," I said. Suddenly the bile began to rise in my throat. The pent up anger of years threatening to overwhelm me. "He took care of me when you abandoned us," said Millie. I just stared at her the old wounds opened wide again after five years. "Seems fair to me," I said about as sardonically as I had ever said anything. "It could be you if you would," said Millie."You could walk her down the aisle; and, take care of me too if you want to." She half smiled as she spoke. "No thanks," I said. "I've had enough humiliation at the hands of my wife and daughter to last me a lifetime. Anymore would not be good." "She never humiliated you, Clarence. I did, and I've apologized. But, she never did. She didn't know the whole truth when you decided to cut country," said Millie. I remained silent for the rest of the flight. Every once in a while she would look over at me. I even thought that I detected a tear or a glassiness in her eyes, but I wasn't sure; I was trying not to look at her. At the turntables, waiting for our luggage, she came up to me one last time. "The old Baptist Church by our old place, Saturday next, at 11:00AM." She walked off in search of her bag. I stood there feeling numb. The woman just had a knack for destroying me. And, strange as it may sound, my cock was as hard as it had ever been watching her butt sway as she walked away from me. Jesus that woman had a hold on me. Well, anyway, it was clear her lover had an even stronger hold on her; that much was very clear! At any rate, I had a meeting in the morning with the shipping folks. I had to get myself to the hotel and make sure I had all of the necessary materials for the recruiting rounds I would be handling muy prontisimo! Things went well, I had a half dozen semi-qualified applicants by Wednesday. By Friday I had narrowed the field to two. I would be making a decision by the following Monday and training would begin immediately. I figured two weeks tops. Friday evening was bad for me. Okay, I still had not made up my mind whether to attend my daughter's wedding. I had decided not to walk her down the aisle, but I wanted to be there. Even with all of the water under the bridge; I still loved my baby, and I needed to be there. I laid out my sport coat and dark trousers that I had brought along for the final interview. I didn't have a tux, but I would be sitting in the back trying to not be seen anyway. ****** I parked a little ways down the street from the church. I watched to see who came and especially when the bride and her mother arrived. I didn't have long to wait. I saw them get out of the limo and hustle in through a side door to the church. There would no doubt be some hustle and bustle going on in some side room for some little while, I figured. I got out and began to meander toward the building. I was maybe a hundred yards short of my goal when half a dozen black guys emerged from a hallway separating the wings of an apartment building and surrounded me. "Hello, Clarence," said one of the men. Nice to finally meet you," he said. I just looked at the guy. He was the only one of the six bodies under six-three and two-fifty. He was wearing a tux. It began to dawn on me. "Marcus Canby, I presume," I said. He nodded. "Got a minute?" he said. "We need to talk." Technically his words were a request, but five other guys each of whom outweighed me by at least a hundred pounds shepherded me more or less against my will into the hallway between the buildings from which they had first emerged. We found ourselves in front of a door which Marcus keyed and opened for us. I was nervous, but also fatalistic. I entered; we all did. "Sorry for the cloak and dagger," said Marcus. So far none of the others had uttered a sound. "Whaddya want?" I said. "I want your daughter to be happy," he said. "I want you to walk her down the aisle, forgive her her trespasses, and become a part of her life once more. She's a wonderful girl. But, you know that I'm sure." "Me? Down the aisle? I don't think so. I was going to go to the wedding, but not now. I didn't want to be recognized. I just wanted to be there. You've clearly taken over the job of father now; I won't embarrass you or stand in your way," I said. "What? Taken over the job of being her father? You're nuts," he said. "Oh, I would have walked her down the aisle for lack of anyone else because I like her and respect her, but take over being her dad from you? Not likely." "For the record how did you recognize me; we've never met?" I said. "A picture your wife showed us. We hoped you'd come. If you did we were set to talk to you even if it had to be in the vestibule of the church. But, you helped us out by camping out down the street like you did," he said. "I see," I said. "Well, if you will kindly stand aside," I said to one of the large ones, "I'll be going." "Ain't happening," said Marcus. He began disrobing right there. "Start shucking those duds, we're exchanging clothes. I figure we're about the same size." "What? I don't think..." Two of the entourage began stripping me. I fussed with them for a moment, but they had me down to my unmentionables in no more than a minute's time. "Here, put these on and be quick about it. I presume you will want to have a word or two with your daughter before you give her away," said Marcus. Frowning and acting like a complete ass, I did as he commanded. I was fast beginning to realize that I had to do this even if it was the last thing in the world I felt comfortable doing. Clarence and Millie - Alternate Version This is an alternate version of Clarence and Mille by hilarynhugo©. Many comments seemed to think it needed one and I agree. But be forewarned, this version does not have "scorched earth" ending to it. No revenge is extracted, nobody dies and the main character does not undergo some remarkable transformation. His formative years are over. Also there is no sex. That being said the ending should be more palatable to many. Attempts to contact the authors met with negative results so I hope they are happy with what I wrote. *********** We sat at the table, her holding my hand me bawling like a baby. "Clarence stop it now. I mean it. It is not the end of the world. I told you because I love you. I do not want to lose you. I do not want you finding out the wrong way about; well, about the things I am doing with Marcus," she said. I'm sure she thought her tone was supportive, but she was killing me. "Millie, you're my wife. Is what you really want a divorce? I mean after all of these years, Millie, twenty-one years!" I said, my eyes swelling and dripping all but blood. "Clarence, no. I do not want a divorce, and especially not after all of these years. You're my husband, not him. I love you; I use him. That's all there is to it. I need to get you to see that," she said. "But why! Why are we even having this conversation. I need you. I take care of you don't I? I make good love to you don't I? Why are you doing this to me!" I said. "To begin with it was all born of your fantasies; the ones you've been assaulting me with for these last many years, Clarence," she was smiling now. "It took me a while, Clarence, but I have finally come to believe that you may have had some good points and some very hot fantasies. And well, they've kinda become my reality, if that's the way to phrase it," she said. "And yes, you have taken care of me, provided for me. And yes, you do make—well, adequate love to me. I have to be honest about that, Clarence; it's what all of this is about. Really, a big part of it anyway." "Huh? What are you saying?" I said. "You know very well what I'm talking about, Clarence, your fantasies. You watching me with a black lover. Me dominating you. You serving me and my lover—oh all of it, Clarence; you know very well what I'm talking about. You're memory can't be that selective," she said. I looked down; I couldn't meet her eyes. "My love making isn't doing it for you, huh?" I paused and looked away, well hell, I was embarrassed. "Well, what is, is, I suppose." I changed the subject. "But, Millie, those were just my fantasies, not things I could really do, live with. I need you on my side, by my side, with me all of the time; not just when you have time for me," I said. "Clarence, don't be too hard on yourself. Your lovemaking is not that bad. It's just not, well, as exciting as it once was is all. You don't have to worry about that, not at all. If you are willing, this will be very nice for you; I'll see to that. Nobody will be more important to me than you. You really have nothing to worry about," she said. I was so hurt and shaken by her words that I couldn't breathe. I felt faint. Slowly, I began to feel—numb, puffy. I slid out my seat and lay down on the floor. I had fainted. I woke up, it had to be some minutes later, with Millie holding me in her arms and rocking me back and forth. Jesus what a wimp ass I was! I took a deep breath and struggled to get up; she helped me. "You all right, baby?" she said. She knelt beside my chair as I settled back into it. "I can see this has been a very big shock to you. I didn't mean to cause you so much stress. I really didn't. I just wanted to let you know how things are and that you will be right there with me the whole time. And safe! I wanted you to feel safe. But, it looks like I caused you more than a little stress and worry instead. Not my intention, Clarence. Honest to God, not my intention." I looked down at her kneeling there. I finally knew what I had to do. At least what I thought that I had to do. "Let me get my breath back, Mil. I'll be all right. I guess the stress did get to me. I know what I have to do now," I said. "Yes, dear, just let me do the leading for a while. It'll be best," she said. She was assuming that I was going to accept her plans; she was wrong. I might be a pussy, but I was not that big a pussy! "No, Mil, I will be leaving in a little while. I will set the wheels of divorce in motion as soon as I can. I cannot accept second class citizenship in this marriage. I cannot accept being your wimpy little cuckold. I cannot accept just getting the occasional mercy fuck to keep me in line. "But..." I ignored her attempt to interrupt and kept on. "Yes, I had and have fantasies, Millie, but I never had any intention of living them out, any more than I have of donning a superman cape and trying to fly. I just could not and cannot accept the humiliation of being your cuckold, Millie.I'm a man, Mil, I need to be treated like one by my wife," I said. "Divorce! What are you talking about, Clarence Milford! I told you I don't want a divorce. I told you everything will be fine for us. And a man? Who isn't treating you like a man? When did I ever say anything about a mercy fuck? What are you talking about? I never said anything about limiting you or belittling you or mercy fucks. Our love life will be enhanced by what I am proposing, not made less. I promised you that, I am promising you that," she said. "Millie, I don't see it that way. I am sick at heart, and afraid of the future: a future without you because I have and do need you; it's going to be bad for me for a while. But, I cannot accept your ultimatum, Millie. You didn't even let me have a say in any of this; you just let me know it was going to be whether I liked it or not." "You started fucking him without discussing with me. How long have you been doing that? Have you only decided to have this discussion and present me with your ultimatum because you were afraid of being caught? Whose idea was this anyway yours or your fuck buddy's? I share my fantasies with you because I thought I could trust you but now I find you take a lover and discuss them with him." She just stood there staring at me so I continued. Her anger was apparent "Well, I love you, Millie, more than anything, but I don't like what you have done and I don't like your proposals, especially being left out altogether in the decision to do these things. More than anything else I do not like ultimatums" I said. I was beginning to get my sense of balance back. I had just about decided to chance trying to stand and head upstairs to our bedroom and begin packing when the phone rang. Millie rose to answer it staring daggers at me as she did. "Oh, hi Denise. Yes, your dad is here. Just a moment." She handed me the phone. "Yes, baby...Yes...okay?...why do you ask?...What!...you and your mother...I have to go...I mean you and your mother...I really do have to go." I hung up on her, on my owndaughter. I looked at my wife with what had to be horror painting my features. "You talked to our daughter about this? You told her about my fantasies? You asked her opinion..." I ran out of words. My anger was almost beyond telling. "Clarence, it's not like you think. I just had to make sure that I wasn't being selfish—crazy. Denise is a Psyche major and well—I thought..." "You're crazy, Millie. You definitely are totally and completely nuts! She's, was, my baby. I'll never be able to face her again. Good-damn-bye," I said. I now really did have the strength to pack and leave. In less than an hour I had not only lost my marriage, I had lost my entire family—forever. I could neveragain face Denise knowing that she knew—about my fantasies. That she had agreed it would be okay to cuckold me if I was okay with it. Why would she think that? Apparently my daughter now had as low opinion of me as a man as my wife did. It was all just too horrible to contemplate. Millie had chased me up stairs and had had a tantrum about me leaving and my apparent plans to abandon both her and our daughter. I packed like a man possessed. I felt strange, bad, but also strange. All I knew was that I had to get out of there and fast. I was about to lose it. I did lose it; I burst into tears. I hauled my stuff out and stumbled and fell as I made for the front door. My humiliation was total. Millie just stared at me as I lay there crying. I dragged myself to my feet and made decidedly slower progress toward the door.I guess I could see how she had come to have so little respect for me. I was hardly acting like a man now. The interesting thing was that in her attempts to get me to not go, and to rethink my relationship with both her and our daughter; she never once said anything about being willing to give up her plans to cuckold me. This last hit me just as I was about to go out the door. I turned as I hefted the suitcases. She was still standing there, for the moment speechless, just staring in disbelief at me. "You know, Millie, in all of your yelling in these final minutes of our marriage, you never once indicated a willingness to give up the idea of cuckolding me." She raised her hand as if to get me to listen, but changed her mind and just looked down. It was my last memory of her. It would be years before we met again. ****** The day after our confrontation.I had gone to see my lawyer. I signed a power of attorney for Millie so she could sell the house and do what she wanted withbour accounts. We each had our own separate credit cards and they were always paid up, so I had mine to live on until I could get relocated. Apart from the house, I gave her the eight or nine thousand in the savings, the two thousand in the checking account, and nothing else. I left instruction with our lawyer to the effect that if she tried to get my retirement to deny her everything else and make her work for it. As for my daughter's college, I had long ago settled that matter by putting away money monthly since the day she was born to pay for it. She would have what amounted to a free ride for her entire four years at State. I quit my job at Maclin Industries, a shipping company where I was a dispatcher. I headed for the left coast. I had to hope I could get a job fast. I didn't want to have to live long on my Visa card. I got lucky. I began work at the first place I applied to on the same day I applied. Curtis Shipping needed a dispatcher with experience and they needed he, she, or it immediately; their current man had a medical emergency and would be retiring in two more days. I painted myself on his shoulder and absorbed everything I could as fast as I could. Needless to say my learning curve at the new company was ninety degrees to the plane. But, the fact is the job was virtually the same one I had had in Ohio. My daily routine was always the same. Get up in the morning, eat, go to work, come home, eat, go to bed and then repeat the sequence the next day. Weekends were nothing special either, although I did hang out at a local bar on Saturday afternoons. It wasn't as crowded as the night time, and the regulars all had about the same story that I did: failed marriage or business, sometimes both, bland life since. I suppose the ideal situation to come out of this would be that I took a hard look at myself, joined a dojo and became a black belt in some obscure but deadly martial arts; getting into shape so I was able to bench press 3 times my body weight while winning the lottery an having a former penthouse pet/porn star fall in love with me. Unfortunately I was stuck in the real world. Yes, I did the whole self-evaluation bit and instead making major changes I came to terms with who I am. Wimp? Perhaps but a wimp would have stayed and consented to what my ex-wife wanted. Maybe running off was taking an easy way out but not the easiest way. That would have been staying and living with it. At the same time I was no hard ass and I was not going become one. I had not been in a physical altercation since grade school and it was a little late in life to change that. Heck, I had never even fired a gun in my life. I did join a fitness center and managed to take a few pounds off. I did not become an Adonis or anything. As somebody once said a man's got to know his limitations and one of mine was my looks and no amount of weight lifting was going to help me there. My main motivation was if I kept my weight down I got a break on my health insurance premium. As far as a social life goes I did not have one. I was afraid of being hurt again. Did I mention I might be a wimp? Well even wimps have a self preservation instinct. Outside of the occasional company function and Saturdays at the bar I spent my time alone. I found the loneliness less painful than the heartache. Sex? Well masturbation helps take the edge off. Internet porn will never tell you that you are not good enough and your hand will not leave you for another guy. Every once in a while I would get really plastered and cry myself to sleep; usually on my daughter's birthday or my wedding anniversary that sort of thing. I figure a man is entitled to get drunk a couple of times a year although the crying part is up for debate I guess. The money side of things improved. What most people, mostly young people, don't seem to realize is that most employers are simply happy to employees who show up for work on time everyday; that they are actually productive is such an added bonus. That old saying the 80% of the work is done by 20% of the people has more than a little truth behind it. I worked hard, what else did I have really? Coworkers would jokingly tell me that I needed to get a life. I would respond with "I had a life once; it is overrated." I even put in extra hours rewriting procedures helping get the company its ISO certification. My work was recognized and after some time I was making what I did at my old job. Funny thing is that I had more disposable income. Being single will do that for you. Was my life great? No but it was tolerable if not survivable and considering possible alternatives that is not too bad. Of course that could not last. It was a Friday evening when the boss called me in for a talk. "How yuh doin', Clarence," said Mr. Curtis. "Good, sir, thanks," I said. "Clarence, you've been doing a good job, but we have a subsidiary in Ohio that has had some organizational problems. Part of it is dispatching efficiently. Can't seem to find anyone to handle it back there, at least no one who will stay with it. Anyway I know you're from Ohio. How would you like to go back, recruit somebody to handle the job and teach 'em the ropes?" he said. "Sir, I don't know..." I started to say. "You would be getting a nice bonus for your efforts Clarence. I know you can use it. Word is you are saving to buy a home," he said. "Well, sir, that's true enough. But, I don't know if I am up to the job," I begged. "Nonsense, over these past few years, you've mastered the system inside and out. Dispatching is important to us; scheduling and turn-around is everything," he said. I threw up my hands and said okay. I would be leaving on Friday on the four hour flight—to Columbus. I was early for the departure. I wanted to make sure I got a window seat. As the other passengers loaded, I was involved with reading my paperback novel when I felt rather than actually saw someone staring at me. I looked up. "Hello, Clarence," said Millie. Now, I was the one staring. The cabin doors had just closed and I wasn't going anywhere. I noticed the seat next to mine, the aisle seat, was still vacant. I looked at it with what must have been horror. I was right to have been afraid. "It's my seat," she said. I know my face fell. "Don't worry, I bathed this morning," she said smiling. I did not return her good humor. She took her seat and strapped herself in. "How?" I said. "I've been thinking of moving out here, so I came to check out the area. I know a couple of people and they invited me to stay with them for a few days. The weather's better. And before you ask, no, I didn't know you lived here; and I didn't know you were on this plane. This seating arrangement is pure coincidence. The ticketing agent noticed the names were the same, and figured we were man and wife. You'd evidently checked in shortly before me. I didn't disabuse him of his conclusion. Anyway, he seated us together," she said. "Maybe one of us can get another seat," I said. I began to look around for an attendant, but they were all busy getting ready for push back. "What's the matter, Clarence, afraid I'll embarrass you?" she said. "You've done it before," I said with feeling. She nodded. "I guess I deserved that. If it matters, I am so sorry for what I did to you back then. You were right I was crazy to lay all that on you like that. Especially not to have talked to you about it instead of Denise," she said. I couldn't help it; I had to ask. "How is she?" I said. "She's good, I guess. I know for a fact that she'd like you to be the one walking her down the aisle next week," said Millie. That stopped me. "She's getting married?" I said. "She's twenty-four, Clarence, and she misses her daddy very much. You could at least have given her a chance to talk to you before you left," said Millie. "I couldn't face her after—after—what she found out about me," I said. Why was I talking to this woman? "That was my fault," said Millie. "She was just trying to be supportive. I had led her to believe that your fantasies were what it was all about, not mine. For the record she knows the truth now, and it damn near cost me my relationship with her to confess." "Married? Who's the fiancé?" I said. "A fellow college student, Gary Plant's hisname," she said. "Is he aware of her views on fidelity and cuckolding?" "That not fair to her. She was just trying to be supportive. There is no need to paint her with same brush you have chosen to paint me with." My next question was hard to ask. "Who's giving her away?" I said. She eyed me closely. "Do you care?" she said. I silently sneered at her insult and looked away. "Never mind; it's not mine to know or ask, not anymore," I said. "Thanks to you." "I'm sorry, Clarence. Of course you care; I can't seem to stop saying the wrong things when it comes to you. I'm sorry," she said. "Yet you keep talking to me." "Clarence, it is your right and your business regardless of what you believe. Again, I'm sorry I said that. It was thoughtless of me. Anyway, It's Marcus Canby," she said. "The man you cuckolded me with," I said. Suddenly the bile began to rise in my throat. The pent up anger of years threatening to overwhelm me. "He took care of me when you abandoned us," said Millie. I just stared at her the old wounds opened wide again after five years. "He was taking care of you before I left wasn't he? Seems you only needed me around for my paycheck. I saw the anger rise in her but she held back. "This is not about us; it is about you and your daughter. It could still be you if you would," said Millie."You could walk her down the aisle." "No thanks," I said. "I've had enough humiliation at the hands of my wife, her boyfriend and my daughter to last me a lifetime. Anymore would not be good." "She never humiliated you, Clarence. I did, and I've apologized. But, she never did. She didn't know the whole truth when you decided to cut country," "You were the one who made that necessary Millie. You destroyed me as a husband and as a father. You may not have thought much of me as a man to treat me as you did but I would have liked to have believed that my daughter held some respect for me. You couldn't even allow me that." Clarence and Millie - Alternate Version Millie had no response. I remained silent for the rest of the flight. Every once in a while she would look over at me. I even thought that I detected a tear or a glassiness in her eyes, but I wasn't sure;. It was probably just wishful thinking on my part. At the turntables, waiting for our luggage, she came up to me one last time. "The old Baptist Church by our old place, Saturday next, at 11:00AM." She walked off in search of her bag. I stood there feeling numb. The woman just had a knack for destroying me. And, strange as it may sound, my cock was as hard as it had ever been watching her butt sway as she walked away from me. Jesus that woman had a hold on me. Well, anyway, it was clear her lover had an even stronger hold on her; that much was very clear! At any rate, I had a meeting in the morning with the shipping folks. I had to get myself to the hotel and make sure I had all of the necessary materials for the recruiting rounds I would be handling muy prontisimo! Things went well, I had a half dozen semi-qualified applicants by Wednesday. By Friday I had narrowed the field to two. I would be making a decision by the following Monday and training would begin immediately. I figured two weeks tops. Friday evening was bad for me. Okay, I still had not made up my mind whether to attend my daughter's wedding. I had decided not to walk her down the aisle, but I wanted to be there. Even with all of the water under the bridge; I still loved my baby, and I needed to be there. I laid out my sport coat and dark trousers that I had brought along for the final interview. I didn't have a tux, but I would be sitting in the back trying to not be seen anyway. ****** I parked a little ways down the street from the church. I watched to see who came and especially when the bride and her mother arrived. I didn't have long to wait. I saw them get out of the limo and hustle in through a side door to the church. There would no doubt be some hustle and bustle going on in some side room for some little while, I figured. I got out and began to meander toward the building. I was almost to the church when half a dozen black guys emerged from a side door of the church and surrounded me. "Hello, Clarence," said one of the men. Nice to finally meet you," he said. I just looked at the guy. He was the only one of the six bodies under six-three and two-fifty. He was wearing a tux. It began to dawn on me. "Marcus Canby, I presume," I said. He nodded. "Got a minute?" he said. "We need to talk." Technically his words were a request, but five other guys each of whom outweighed me by at least a hundred pounds shepherded me more or less against my will through the door from which they had first emerged. We found ourselves in front of another door which Marcus opened for us. I was nervous, but also fatalistic. I entered; we all did. "Sorry for the cloak and dagger," said Marcus. So far none of the others had uttered a sound. "Whaddya want?" I said. "I want your daughter to be happy," he said. "I want you to walk her down the aisle, forgive her her trespasses, and become a part of her life once more. She's a wonderful girl. But, you know that I'm sure." "Me? Down the aisle? I don't think so. I was going to go to the wedding, but not now. I didn't want to be recognized. I just wanted to be there. You've clearly taken over the job of father now; I won't embarrass you or stand in your way," I said. "What? Taken over the job of being her father? You're nuts," he said. "Oh, I would have walked her down the aisle for lack of anyone else because I like her and respect her, but take over being her dad from you? Not likely." "Why not? With Millie's assistance you destroyed my family you cannot make me think you care about my bond with my daughter." "She was faithful to you. She just had sex with me on occasion. You some kind of fucking puritan or something? Look, I'm gonna be less than gallant here. She led me to believe that you wanted to be cuckolded, or I would never have been with her. Well, anyway, then you left, so I stayed with her. Helped her with the bills, and well, fucked her a lot," he said. "I still am." "Helluva a note," I said. "At least I can't fault your honesty. But there is no way I am going to walking my daughter down the aisle. if you will kindly stand aside," I said to one of the large ones, "I'll be going. I added " "Ain't happening," said Marcus. He began disrobing right there. "Start shucking those duds, we're exchanging clothes. I figure we're about the same size." There was knock at the door just then and Millie walked in, seeing me she said. "Good he is here we have to get a move on it is almost time. I looked Millie right in the eye. She smirked. Score one for her side, at least she thought." "You had to go and humiliate me again didn't you. You can't just let me be. All I wanted was to be able to observe my daughter's wedding anonymity " I said to Millie. "What are you talking about? Nobody is trying to humiliate you" "Really? Nobody else attending this wedding is aware that you are Marcus are shacking up all these years? They don't have questions as to where I have been or why I left? While we are sitting together in the church where will your fuck buddy be? I am sure they saw you arrive together. You don't think they will or have figured things out." "I am sure you have portrayed it to the rest of your family that I abandoned you instead of your trading my barely adequate not very exciting cock in for somebody who was bigger and more exciting. I don't think they will be particularly happy to see me ." "Who cares what they think. Can't you put aside your wounded ego for your daughter?" "In part it is for her. No matter how much she may think otherwise she does not need to have her humiliated cuckold of a father as a distraction from what should be her day but in truth it is mostly for me and I'll admit that. Too bad you are not honest enough with yourselves that you are doing this more as an attempt to assuage your own guilt because you are the reason she does not have her daddy here." I looked at Marcus. " I thought you as a man you would understand this even if Millie is too stupid. When everything is boiled down to basics we, as men, do not have much that matters but our pride. You can take everything else away from us but as long as we have our pride or self-respect we still have something . You and Mille took that away from me once and you are trying to that again." The five goons with him were keeping silent but I thought I saw one or two of them nod in agreement with what I was saying. I did not know how much they knew but it was probably enough to be humiliating. Why didn't they just broadcast it on the evening news? "look man , I explained to you that she told me you wanted to be cuckolded and all we are trying to do here is make things right for you and your daughter." "You might believe that yourself but how long did it take you to move in after you found out the truth? I did not leave Millie destitute. I left her the house our all the money in our accounts, plus she had her job. She could have sold the house and move some place cheaper and not need you for money. Worse came to worse she could have gone to her family instead of you but your were first on the list. Tell me Marcus were your bags already packed" Marcus did not say anything and I turned to face Millie. "But that may have been part of the plan. If I did not submit your moving in was the fall back so she would not be losing anything." Millie started crying. "That is not true. There was no such plan. I turned to Marcus because I was too embarrassed to go to my family." "I would almost believe you if you had not already been having an affair with Marcus and given me an ultimatum. Remember you gave me no choice. Tell me if you were too embarrassed to explain my leaving you how did you explain your new roommate?" Her reply was just some sobbing. She was not smirking now. I turned back to Marcus who was decidedly less happy than before. "I hope nobody decides to treat you the way you and Millie have treated me. If they do you may find that your self-respect is more important than sex." I looked at his huge friends "I hope you don't let him around your wives or girlfriends. He probably shows the same respect for your relationships as he did mine." Marcus was not buying it "We are running out of time. Here, put these on and be quick about it. I presume you will want to have a word or two with your daughter before you give her away," he said. Pointing at my wife I replied "You do it, you have been paying for the privilege of fucking my wife why not get your money's worth and play daddy? Tell me do you charge you friends her to fuck Millie or do they get freebies" That caused Marcus to lose it and he swung at me. His fist connected to my mouth knocking me to the ground. He followed it with a couple of swift kicks that glanced off my right cheek and hit my nose "You son of bitch I an't no John or pimp!" Two of his friends pulled him back before he could do more damage to me. I noted later that Mille made no effort to stop him that I could see. It was also interesting that he was more upset by my implied insults toward him than Millie; after all she was a whore by my implication. I got up slowly., nobody made an effort o help me. I guess I was pretty pathetic looking. I was bleeding from my lips and nose and my cheek had a nasty cut on it, probably from his shoe laces. "Well I guess I won't even be attending my daughter's wedding much less walking her down the aisle looking all beat up will I?" I held my hand to my mouth and nose trying to stop the bleeding. I was bleeding pretty good as it was running down my hand and onto my arm. Yup, it hurt like hell, but I did not think my nose was broken and all my teeth seemed to be in place. There was box of tissues on a desk in the room. I walked over to it to get some to help slow the bleeding. Nobody seemed to be in any rush to help me or say anything. Millie seemed to be about ready to speak when the door opened and a very beautiful woman came through, and flustered began..." Mom and dad it is almost time where...what... " My daughter had just entered the room and had not seen standing over by the desk, her view being partially blocked by one of Marcus's overly large friends. There could have only been one person she was calling dad at that moment and it was not me. It would seem my daughter was more accepting of her mother's actions than I had been told. I stepped away from the desk and Denise looked my way. "Daddy! " She shouted as she approached me "You came. What happened to your face? Are you OK?. What is going on here?" I held up my blood stained hand to stop her. "Don't come any closer baby, you'll get blood on your dress." "Daddy, how did you get hurt? Tell me what is going on here." She turned to look at her mom, Marcus and his large friends. Marcus friends started to step out of the crowded room with a few muttered comments to Marcus I did not quite get. As they left Denise turned back to me and I stated "I'll be fine baby we were just had a difference of opinion as to who was going to walk you down the aisle." "Did they try to stop you from walking me down the aisle?" "No baby, they were trying to force me to do it and the discussion got a little heated as I did not want to do it." "But why daddy, I want you to." "No baby, I just came to see you get married no to be part of the ceremony. It would not have been good for me or your wedding. Your mom and Marcus tried to convince me otherwise but obviously now that is not going to happen looking the way I do. But baby" I said staring at her intently there is now one other reason I will not be a part of the wedding." I stopped to wipe some more the blood away from my lips and nose, it had slowed some. "You already have a dad here. He has been footing her bills so he can shack up with your mom and you seem to have accepted him as my replacement. He has paid for the privilege so let him get his money's worth. You call him dad so since he has the name he can have the game." "But daddy he is not my real dad, he did not raise me. It is just a term of affection." "It is sad that you have affection for the man who broke up your family." "Clarence ,Please.." Millie started to interrupt but Denise kept going "You're the one who left us over sex. My accepting Marcus kept the peace in what was left of our family after you ran off. Mom deserves some happiness." Denise stated. "Sure, your mom gets her happiness, You get yours, even Marcus get s some happiness, or at least gets laid regularly. Everybody gets happiness but dear old dad who only wanted faithful wife, loyal daughter and little respect. But it seems that I am not even to be allowed the happiness of seeing you get married without being humiliated." Marcus and Millie just stood there, Marcus was sullen and Millie quietly sobbing. Tears had started to form in my daughter's eyes. I reached inside my coat pocket a took out an envelope. "I had hoped to get this to you today, a wedding present. It is not much just a card and a check with a card I picked up on the way here." I handed her the pink enveloped that was now stained with blood from hand. "Maybe you can take your husband, mom and new dad out have good time and laughs at my expense." Her tears started to flow freely at that point and I almost started crying myself but I sucked it up. "I do hope you have good life" I couldn't resist one little dig "but I also hope your husband is aware of your views of sex and fidelity in marriage." At that pointed I moved started to leave nobody said anything or made a move to stop me. I felt bad as I walked back toward my car, as bad as I felt the day I left. I had been humiliated, had my ass kicked and completely lost my daughter. But I was not crying. "That has to count for something" I said to myself. I made it back to my room and iced down my face. I did not thin the damage would be too noticeable by Monday except for the cut on my cheek. I would have liked to be able to forget the whole mess and thought about getting drunk but I did not have the energy to even get up. I started to think through this whole situation and realized it was even more fucked up than I even first realized. Millie being on the plane could not have been a coincidence; she was not thinking of moving out the left coast. Her being on the plane, my tripped timed with my daughter's wedding all pointed to a conspiracy with Millie maybe Marcus and somebody at my job. Could my boss, Mr. Curtis, have been in on this? I went back to work Monday. I'd hired the guy to handle the dispatching and related duties; he looked good. I would be camping next to him eight hours a day for the next couple of weeks and then I would be heading back to my West Coast digs. A week into the training of the man, I had a visitor. "Hello, Clarence" I turned around to see my ex-wife standing there. Her hair, makeup and clothing were all done to perfection. She would give a bowl of Jell-O a hard on but I managed to keep at least a little blood flowing to my gray matter. I made a show of looking behind her and all round like I was expecting somebody else to show up. "So where is Marcus and his muscle?" Have they come to humiliate me further; perhaps kick my ass again or run me out of town?" "No, nothing like that I came alone. You got an office where we could talk privately?" she asked. "Yeah, believe it or not they respect me enough around here that I rate my own office, pretty surprising huh? My job may not be as exciting as your lovers but it did OK paying the bills, even managed to put your daughter through college." I motioned her to follow me into the warehouse. She had a frown on her face when I said that but said nothing has she entered the office and took a chair in front of my desk. I took my seat at my desk and just sat looking at her waiting for her to talk. She waited for a moment then began. "I know I have told you even though my actions have not have reflected it but I have always respected you and despite what you say Denise is still your daughter. You had no call to ruin her wedding like that. It took twenty minutes to get her calmed down enough and get her makeup fixed so she could go through with the ceremony. " I took a deep breath and looked at her. "So once again it is my fault for what happened. According to you the wedding was ruined not because you refused to allow me to attend in anonymity I desired but because I refused to allow you and Marcus further humiliate me. I suppose our marriage and family failed because I refused to stick around and be treated as a piece of shit by you three." I held up my hand as she started to reply and continued speaking. "I know what you are going to say, it was not your intent to humiliate me but funny how you always end up doing that. It is always about what you want regardless of what it ends up doing to me and when the worse happens you blame me for not accepting it. Well for the record I did not abandon you and Denise you drove me away. I did not ruin the wedding you did. Your life would be so much easier if I would just have the good graces to accept whatever you want to do to me. But even a wimp like me has limits and you crossed them. Now is there anything else you wish to say." She just sat there and listened. Her face did not show much emotion. Perhaps she was all cried out from the wedding. "Yes I do have a few things to say. I know I cannot apologize enough and I do not know why thing keep turning out wrong between us and perhaps it is wrong to blame you but I wish you would just listen and believe it when I tell you I love you and it is and never was my intent to disrespect you or humiliate you." "But you do need more that what I can give you, correct?" "I want you back. If you are so puritanical that you cannot separate sex from love, that my having sex with another man does nothing to us then I am willing to give up other men all you have to is say so and come back to me." "And Marcus is OK with this." "We have discussed it. He is not happy about it but he understands." "Well how big of him. Look it would not work. First there are the trust issues. You betrayed me by starting your affair with Marcus informing me was an afterthought. There was dragging your daughter in to this. When I was leaving you never once said you would reconsider your cuckolding of me and give up your Marcus. Then there is my boss, Mr. Curtiss. Am I correcting assuming that you conspired with him to get me out here?" "Yes, she said. "He's an old high school boyfriend. He used to live right here in Ohio. But, he moved; they moved, decades ago. I actually connected with him on Facebook, by accident, looking for old high school chums. He was there. We connected. Imagine my surprise when he said he'd hired a guy from Ohio some few years back right from our own home town. One thing led to another. And well, you know the rest." "Do I really know the rest Millie?" At his point I got out my chair and started pacing, becoming agitated. "What do you mean?" she asked not looking at me. "What was the price of your old boyfriend's cooperation? Did you fuck him for old time's sake? Does he know how you cuckolded me? Have you succeeded in humiliating yet again this time at my job?" She just sat there. Her lack of response more or less gave me the answers those questions. "Millie" I said more softly as I return back to my seat. She looked up at me, tears forming in her eyes again. "There are other reasons we cannot get back together. Resentment is one. You may stop having sex with other men if I ask you to but in time, since I am not getting the job done, you will come to hate me for it." Clarence and Millie - Alternate Version "But the most important reason is that you said you would stop if I asked you. A man, even one as little respected as me, should not have to ask his wife not to have sex with other men. She should make that decision on her own." I paused for a moment to give her a chance to reply. She made none, she just started sobbing. "I think we are done here. If you want do to something for me please just leave me alone." I pretended to looking at some files on my desk. She got up and started to leave. She stopped at the door and turned back to me." You may be right about us but you should reconsider you feelings toward your daughter. It is not right for you to treat her like you did." "Millie, who walked Denise down the aisle?" She hesitated before replying "Marcus" "Then there is nothing to reconsider. Goodbye" She departed without another word. I got up and shut the door to my office. Returning to my desk I slammed my fist into my thigh as I started to tear up. It was then that I noticed that Millie had left a blood stained envelope on my desk. Why are love and hate so close together? I had to pull myself together. I had one week left here and thanks to Millie's confirmations a lot more to do. I finished out the week and headed back to the left coast. The following Monday morning I was in the boss's office giving him a report on what all I had done. I figure Millie may have told him that I knew what I transpired between them but Mr. Curtiss was not going to bring it up it seemed. At the end of the briefing he reached into his desk and handed me an envelope. "This is the bonus I promised you. You did an excellent job." I did not bother to thank him but I put the envelope in my pocket and simply asked. "Was my wife that good a fuck that you went through all this?" He paused obviously embarrassed. "Look Clarence, Millie and I are old friends but we needed somebody out there and you are just as qualified as anybody else and I probably would have sent you out there anyway. Maybe I should not have had sex with her but the opportunity presented itself and as you know she is damn good." He half smiled at that. "If anything that she was willing to go through all this to try and get you back should show you how much she loves you." "Maybe, but sometimes love is not enough. Sometimes there is a matter of respect and dignity. The same thing applies at work." I reached into one of my other pockets and pulled out an envelope and handed it to him. "This is a hard copy of my two week notice. I am resigning. I will send an email when I get back to my desk to both you and H.R." I then left his office, he like my wife did not try to stop me. My final week back East I had taken the time to line up some job interviews elsewhere in the country. The job market pretty much sucks but there are job few offers out there in the Texas oil patch and the Gulf coast. Something should turn up. Clarence and MIllie I was marched down the short distance to the church and left alone and terrified in a little alcove of the vestibule waiting for my baby. The tux was a bit loose, but a close fit. I was perversely buoyed by the fact that Marcus had to be uncomfortable in the somewhat tighter fit he had opted for. It was fully ten minutes before I heard a muffled noise off to my rear. The door opened and a very beautiful woman came through, and flustered began..."Marcus I...Daddy!" She threw her arms around me. "Daddy I love you. Will you? Are you?" "Yes, baby, daddy is giving you away," I said. "We'll talk later." The wedding march began and all of the bridesmaids, who had suddenly materialized, fussed with something and the wedding was on. I passed Millie seated in the front row left and handed my daughter off to her young man, a man I had never met. I took the seat Millie made for me by scooting to her left. I looked Millie right in the eye. She smirked. Score one for her side, I guess. I was trapped after the ceremony. My daughter wouldn't let me out of her sight. Millie, for her part hung near, but made no attempt to engage me in any unwanted conversation. The odd thing was that Marcus hung out in the back where I'd intended to hang. He was there and his teammates were there, but he didn't approach me or us. That would come later, I knew, but tonight was my baby's night. The adults had to be cool and they were. The afternoon reception went smoothly. My daughter and her new man, Gary Plant; well, new to me, were obviously happy and very much in love. He seemed a nice fellow. It was getting on to 3:00PM before the couple could be pried away, or rather Denise from me. I told her I would be in touch when she got back. She made me promise a half dozen times before she agreed to go with her husband on their honeymoon. I had to give the guy credit; he was a paragon of patience, a good sign. As the festivities began to slacken, I took the glass of champagne I was nursing out behind the reception room and into the hotel's garden. I was musing over the occurrences of the past week. The accidental meeting with Millie—but was it accidental? The shanghaiing of my personal body by the entire interior line of the Cleveland Browns. Was that planned? But how could it have been. I didn't even know I was coming to Ohio until a bit more than a week ago myself. Suddenly, I had a thought. Could my boss, Mr. Curtis, have been in on this? Could Millie or someone else have gotten to him and explained the situation and gotten him to join in the plot? The more I thought about it, the more I figured it had to be. I'd find out soon enough, oh yeah! And Millie. Apart from talking to me on the plane, we'd had but polite conversation at the wedding and the reception either one. She was clearly giving me space. It seemed the only conspiracy was to get me to mend fences with my daughter. If that were the long and the short of it; I owed the lot of them. But with Millie..." I was about to go back in and say my brief goodbyes when Marcus appeared. He was also nursing a glass of champagne. "Nice wedding," he said. "Yes. Yes it was," I said. "You and I should talk. I mean if you have a mind to," he said. I looked at him. Oddly, I didn't want to kill him. I could believe that we could have been friends at some other time and place in history. "Yeah, maybe," I said. "But I won't guarantee how long the conversation will last." "Fair enough," he said. "Now?" "Now would be good," I said. "You got any questions before we really get started?" he said. "You fucking her?" I said. He looked down, then up. "Of course. Regularly," he said. "What did you expect cutting out like that." "That you'd be fucking her," I said. "Hope you enjoy it." "I do. You could too, if you weren't such an airhead," he said. "Airhead? Because I want my wife to be faithful?" I said. "She was faithful to you. She just had sex with me on occasion. You some kind of fucking puritan or something? "Look, I'm gonna be less than gallant here. She led me to believe that you wanted to be cuckolded, or I would never have been with her. Well, anyway, then you left, so I stayed with her. Helped her with the bills, and well, fucked her a lot," he said. "I still am." "Helluva a note," I said. "At least I can't fault your honesty." "Yeah, it is, a helluva note." he said. "Out of curiosity. If she had gone about it right, I mean included you in the decision making process, would you've have been into the scene as it were?" Now, it was my turn to smirk. "I honestly don't know. It was one of my fantasies. But, just that, only that. "Do you know that I haven't been with a woman in a sexual way since I left? Humiliating to be telling you that, but it's so," I said. I could see that I had stopped him. "I've had a few dates, now and again, but no sex." "For God's sakes why!" he said. "As far as I know, we're still married. I will not cheat on my wife," I said. He wasn't smirking now. "I don't know what to say," he said. "Millie figured you'd find another woman and get on with your life. For the record, she still loves you and only you. It is true what she told you; she doesn't love me. She likes my cock, and I am apparently better at sex than you ever were, but for she and I love has never entered into it." "Interesting," I said. "Not much help but interesting." "How long you gonna be in town if I can ask," he said. "A couple of weeks probably," I said, "not exactly sure yet. I'm here on business." I looked at him closely to see if I could get an inkling of any conspiracy. I couldn't. "Chance you'd accept an invitation to dinner, I mean at your old house? I mean with me and Millie?" I looked at him. This was out of leftfield. I don't know why, maybe out of curiosity, but I nodded my acceptance. I felt eyes drilling holes in my back. I turned. Millie was standing there watching. She was expressionless. "Thanks for being here for her," she said. I nodded. "Did I hear right? You're coming home—I mean to the house for dinner?" she said. "If you want," I said. I don't think I sounded desperate. "Yes, that would be nice," she said. "It's still your home, you know," she added. "We're still married whether you know it or not." "Okay, I'll be there. Seven o'clock?" I said. "And no, I didn't know if we were still married or not." She nodded her understanding. "Seven o'clock will be fine," she said. ****** I rang the door bell at 7:00 sharp. It was answered less than ten seconds later. "Clarence," said Millie, "You do not have to ring the bell, it's your house, always will be." I just offered a quiet noncommittal thanks. "Hey, Clarence," said Marcus in what seemed an overly friendly tone. "Wanna beer?" "Yeah, sounds like a winner," I said. Well, if they were going to be jovial, so was I. The small talk was—well—small. Dinner was the best I'd had in literally years. There are only so many flavors of TV dinners. But Millie's stroganoff was out of this world, always was. "So," I said. "You two getting along good, I take it." Millie looked at Marcus. She seemed confused. "What did you say to him last night?" said Millie. "I told him the truth," said Marcus. "He deserves that. Frankly, I'm not into trying to play games with this man. Not that kind of game at any rate. He's had enough of that." "So, Clarence, what do you think. I mean do you hate me still?" she said, getting to the point. I smiled. "Your stroganoff was so good, I can forgive you anything," I said, it was my attempt at lightening things up a tad. "I only wish it were that easy," said Millie. "I know I blew it with you five years ago. I have been kicking myself ever since. I..." "Millie, it's water under the bridge. I stopped carrying around that baggage a long time ago. I wish it could have been different too," I said. Marcus had been playing with his beer bottle which was demonstrably empty. "It still could be, Clarence, if you want," he said. "Huh?" I said. "I've heard the tale a hundred times from Millie. If she had only asked your permission, or at least listened to your objections, or entertained your limitations. Laying it on you like you had no say, that it was a done deal whether you liked it or not; that wasn't going to fly, and she should have known it," he said. "Or not considered it at all," I added. "Yes, that too. The question is, if we are dealing with hypotheticals here, what would your conditions have been if she had had the sense to ask?" said Marcus. Millie was looking askance at him. "I don't know. I never gave it any thought," I said. "I was too angry, way too angry, after the fact like that." "Would I be out of line to ask you to give it some consideration now?" he said. "Probably, but in any event, I'd have to have time to think about it; I mean since we are talking hypotheticals here," I said. Marcus nodded. Millie took a sip of the white wine she was nursing. "Clarence, can I ask you a question? You can demur to answer if you think it's too personal," she said. I nodded for her to go ahead. "No, no. It is too personal; I don't need to know. Forget it." "Millie, now you know with a lead in like that that you have to get it out. So spill it," I said. "Okay then. Is it true what Marcus tells me. I mean that you haven't had any pussy for five years because you were determined not to cheat on me? I mean in case we were still married?" she said. I looked over at Marcus, disapproval written all over my face I was certain. "Yes," I said. "Jesus! You must be horny as can be?" she said. She actually looked concerned. "It's bad sometimes, but what is, is." I said. "Clarence, I'm your wife, still. I know it's the very definition of a mercy fuck, but if you want to have me tonight—well—I would actually be grateful," she said. Another throw outta leftfield. "Uh—thanks—for the offer..." I started. "Don't pooh-pooh her offer too fast there, cowboy. I happen to know for a fact that she would indeed be truly grateful to get hammered by you. And, I am pretty damn sure you would be well served to get it on with her," said Marcus. "Well, I mean..." "I know what you mean, Clarence," she said, "And yes it is a mercy fuck, if you like, but it's also a love fuck if you'd only believe me, at least from my end. Frankly, Clarence, this is one time your manly pride really shouldn't be getting in the way. Just take me upstairs and do me, okay? I need it and you need it a damn sight more, okay?" she said. I had run out of reasons not to get my rocks off. I said, okay. She looked over at Marcus. "This is one time you'll be getting sloppy seconds if at all young man," she said. Marcus for his part just raised his beer in salutation and acceptance. She led me upstairs by my tie. ****** It was an awkward moment. One I was not prepared for at all. I wasn't exactly in lalaland, don't get me wrong, but I was nervous. My own goddamned wife, and I was nervous! What the hell. "You nervous, Clarence?" she said. She said it softly, supportively. "A little," I said. Jesus, what a candyass I was being. "It's been a while, a long while." She nodded her understanding. "It should be me that's nervous, my husband. I didn't treat you right the last time we were together, and I plan to atone for my mistakes as much as possible tonight. So, come right this way so I can grant you a little mercy," she said, laughing. I let her lead me a little farther into the room. I stopped, for some reason the thought of Marcus being in another part of the house hit me. "Millie, what about your boyfriend?" I said. "I feel real funny about him being around. And actually, I don't know why I am even considering doing this with you—hell, why I even consented to have dinner with you guys. I should hate you, not be getting ready to screw you." "Clarence, come sit beside me for a moment," she said. She patted the place beside her on the bed where she was sitting. I looked at her, and decided to let her take the lead. I obeyed and took the proffered seat. "Okay, I'm here," I said, unnecessarily. "Clarence, neither one of us are or ever were puritans. The idea that a woman, or a man for that matter, is forbidden to have sex with other members of the same species is from them, the puritans. And again, we are not them. "Now, I grant, I fully grant, that a man and a wife must be faithful to each other. Faithful yes, but in their hearts. Carnal desire does not have to be any kind of evil, and I never have believed that it was. Clarence, I have carnal desires. I have them all of the time. I know Marcus does. I know for a fact that you do too. It is flat fucking natural. And for the record, your fantasies, the ones that kinda got us in this mess, at least me they did, are natural as hell too," she said. "Oh, I did it wrong. No spouse has any right to do another person without his or her spouse' consent; and therein lay the rub, my husband. And, I have been punishing myself ever since because I forgot that little rule," she said. "I don't know, Millie, if that's so, then why do I feel so angry when you tell that you are fucking another man?" I said. "I think it's conditioning, mainly," she said. "We are brought up by society to think a certain way, believe a certain way. And then there's, ego, the male ego is a very delicate thing, very fragile. A woman can hurt a man very badly simply by a look. Fucking another man creates in his mind—your mind Clarence—images that are frankly preposterous! "Uh, you can tell I've been talking to our psychologist daughter, I guess," she said. "Anyway... "I can't tell you how often I have tried to imagine how you could ever doubt my love for you simply because I let another man, Marcus, put his penis inside of me. Oh I knew it wasn't accepted protocol to allow a third party into a marriage. And as I said, I know I was mandated have asked your permission, and I didn't. But, I knew your mind, or thought I did. I know you had long thought about giving me to another. You, giving me, not me giving me!" "But fantasies are..." I started. "Fantasies are wishes, Clarence. They are the embodiment of a lot of thinking and wishing and wanting; they are real, and if possible they need to be fulfilled, not repressed. I really believe that," she said. "At any rate, my dear man, tonight please forget about the other man in the house and just fuck the hell out of this woman, okay?" she said. She slipped to the floor in front of me and began unbuckling my belt. Unzipping me, she peeled my jeans away and pulled my already straining cock out of my boxers. "Looks like mister Johnson is angry with you, my husband. Probably because he's been denied relief for so long." she said. I just swallowed. I was so horny I couldn't trust myself to speak. She stroked me a couple of times and took me into her mouth. It had been so long that I couldn't last. I warned her, but she kept sucking and licking and soon I exploded into her mouth. White sauce dribbled from the side of her lips. "I'm sorry," I said. "I didn't mean—I couldn't hold..." I stuttered. "I know, dear, that's why I took you in my mouth first. I wanted to drain a little off, so you might be able to last a little longer when you fuck me," she said. She stood, turned around and began disrobing. Her blouse dropped, her skirt, her bra. She turned her head, but not her body to look at me. I was still sitting on the bed watching her. Only her panties remained. "Please get off the bed and kneel behind me, Clarence. I want you to slowly pull my panties down," she said. She turned her head back around. All I could see now was her backside, as I knelt and slowly pulled the light fabric down exposing her buttocks to my view; she was beautiful. I kissed her butt cheeks. I spread her apart and kissed and licked her anus avidly. God, I was hot! She pulled away from me. "Take off your clothes my little man. I need you naked," she said. She faced me now and her mound was completely bald. I stood and stripped. She smiled benevolently at me. "Feel good?" she said. "Feel needy? You need this. I know you need this. And, I am going to take care of you and guard you and make you feel safe, Clarence. You just have to let me. Just follow my directions and you will be fine, we will be fine, okay?" I nodded; I was not in any way in control of this scene. My wife, the woman who had consciously made me her cuckold was in control, and I had no say. She mounted the bed and got onto her knees. She spread them and presented her ass for me to survey and fuck. I got up behind her. I had barely softened after my first cum. Looking at her as I had stripped, I had gotten fully hard once again and I was more than ready. I pressed the tip of my cock against her slit and pushed. She didn't cry out, though she had to have been fairly dry. I slipped in easily. I realized that she was stretched enough to take me no problem; no doubt the result of Marcus big cock hammering her regularly; the thought brought back some of my insecurities. I began pushing and pulling. I grabbed her hips and fucked her for all I was worth. This was for me. I wanted her to enjoy it, but in truth it was for me; it had been so long. I lasted longer than the first time, and she was able to gain a small orgasm; that made me feel a little better about myself. I collapsed; so did she. We lay still for a long time. "Let's rest a little while longer, Clarence; then, I want you to take my butt. I've waited a long time for this one. I've never let Marcus have me back there. I have saved it for my husband; it will always be his and only his, she said. I had to admit that I was surprised. I didn't know if I believed her, but the way she said it had the ring of truth. We rested for what must have been about half an hour. She switched positions and we sixty-nined for some minutes. She got up, came back with some KY jelly, and lathered my penis up heavily with it. She lay flat on her stomach and waited for my assault. I kissed her anus once again, positioned myself, and began pressing into her. If Marcus had ever taken her back there, it couldn't have been often; she was tight. Soon I was going at it. For her part, Millie grunted and groaned and cried out more than once. Marcus must have heard her, but I couldn't know that for sure. I was hoping he had. I came, began to shrink, and eventually I slipped out of her. She sighed, heavily sighed. We'd talk on the morrow. ****** We awoke in the morning to the smell of hot coffee and bacon. I rolled off the bed and almost fell on my ass. She had all but ruined me physically. My penis was actually in pain. She woke. She looked over at me as I looked for my underwear. "Why not just remain naked for the day. We can play as much as you want," she said. "What about the guy in the kitchen cooking us breakfast," I said. "Dontcha think he might be a little jealous if I took up too much of your time?" "No need to be snide, Clarence. Marcus is a good man. He'll understand whatever you decide to do. He can stay and join in or leave and let you have me all day. Your choice," she said. "I guess I could have a lot of mercy if I just hung around a little while, huh?" I said. "Clarence, I suppose that last night was a mercy fuck, if you like; or, as I would like to think, maybe more of a makeup fuck. But, either way that does not mean I didn't enjoy it; I think you could tell that if you're honest," she said. "You seemed to," I said. "I did you, frankly, because I was desperate; still am. But, like I said to you long ago. I need a woman who needs me and only me—fantasies notwithstanding." "We'll talk," she said. "But, now, you're right, it's time for breakfast." She was reaching for a robe. I recognized it. It was old and ratty when I'd left so long ago. Now, it was older and rattier. Clarence and MIllie Marcus greeted us with a smile. I was in my boxers and a t-shirt. It was strange him being there with my wife and I and me half naked. But, then, on the other hand, he was in his skivvies and a t-shirt too. We were a helluva sight if it came to that, all of us. "So how was it last night, Clarence?" said Marcus. He wasn't trying to put me down. He really wanted to know. "Okay," I said. "I needed it, I guess." Millie gave me a look that could have chilled a serial killer. "Okay?" was her only comment. "Okay, it was very good. Better than I thought it would be. But..." I said. "But what?" the two of them said in unison. "But, I kept wondering if you were comparing me with him," I said, looking straight at Marcus. "I was wondering just how much better it is with him than with me. I couldn't help it. He told me the night of the wedding that he was better than I ever was." "Clarence, last night I did not once think of anyone or anything but you and me. That's the truth," she said. "Boy, what I wouldn't give for a lie detector right about now," I said, only half joking. They both allowed exasperated looks to escape in my direction. The scene at the breakfast table was not uncomfortable, but we had fallen into a kinda silent mode for a little bit. Finally Marcus, who was slowly chewing on a roll smeared with just a suggestion of a teaspoon of red-raspberry jam, smiled. "You know, Clarence, it isn't just the size of my dick that makes me a better lover than you, and I am," he said. He continued to smile. Millie shot him a "shut the fuck up" look. He ignored her. "No," he continued, "it's that I want the woman to be thrilled. I can't even begin to enjoy it myself in any real sense until I know she's getting off. You might try to remember that," he said. I looked at him like he was nuts. The man who had cuckolded me, and continued to do so, was giving me advice on how to behave with women—no—with "my" woman! The whole scene was strange as hell. "Really," was my brilliant reply. "The two of you can just shut up," said Millie. "Clarence, you did fine last night, and you know it. Cuckold or not I enjoyed having you inside of me, so just accept it. "Clarence?" she said. "Huh?" I said. "I hope you'll stay now," she said. "I mean come home and be my husband for real. Any chance?" There it was. I didn't answer right away. The six hundred pound gorilla was still in the room. Could I forgive her? Would she stop her cheating, as I saw it, ways? Was she lying when she said that she hadn't been comparing me with Marcus? Had she had other men while I was gone, or even before I was gone? She read my mind. "Clarence, do not over think this. We could be good. Better than we ever were. I love you, always have. Marcus is a good substitute if I have to have one; but, he is not now, nor has he ever been, my main man; that's always been you," she said. "I'm a one woman man, Millie. I figure I always will be," I said. "Never say never, cowboy," said Marcus. "Clarence, I am prepared now, this minute, to go back to what you want and apparently need. I mean being a one man woman and wife. I mean it. "And oh yes, Marcus and I have discussed it. He knows it's going to be up to you, not him, not me," she said. She looked over at him now and he nodded his agreement with what she said. I was not looking at either of them. I was looking down and stirring my coffee with a spoon. "I don't know," I said finally. "I just don't know, not yet." ****** I didn't stay at the house that night, or the next. Too many ifs, too many scars; but I was considering my options. I'd hired the guy to handle the dispatching and related duties; he looked good. I would be camping next to him eight hours a day for the next couple of weeks and then I would be heading back to my West Coast digs, or so I thought. A week into the training of the man, I had a visitor. "Hello, mister man," said Millie. "Millie! This is a surprise," I said. "Well, you haven't called or come around for the last five days, so I thought—" she said. "I've been meaning to. I've just been kind of busy," I said. "You got an office where we could talk privately?" she said. "Yeah, I guess so," I said. I motioned her to follow me into the warehouse. "So, did I offend you at dinner last week?" she said. "I tried to just be honest and not too pushy. Did I fail?" "No, I really have been busy. And, frankly, I've been thinking about—well about all of it," I said. She nodded looking down. "Can I ask, Clarence, do I do it for you anymore?" She was starting cry. The woman really did still love me. Enough? That was the question. I allowed a small laugh to escape my lips. "Do it for me? Oh yes, you do still do it for me?" I said. "Then why?" she said, wiping her eyes and blowing her nose with a hanky she'd retrieved from her purse. "All of it. What you did to me before, and the thing with Denise. And most of all; well, my own insecurities," I suppose. "Damn it, Clarence, you have no reason to feel insecure. Why do you think that I haven't divorced you! Why do you think that I..." she stopped in mid-sentence. I knew what she almost said. "Oops," I said for her. "You set me up didn't you. I mean the wedding thing. You must have gotten to Mr. Curtis somehow. Right?" She was quiet for a moment. "Yes, she said. "He's an old high school boyfriend. He used to live right here in Ohio. But, he moved; they moved, decades ago. I actually connected with him on Facebook, by accident, looking for old high school chums. He was there. We connected. Imagine my surprise when he said he'd hired a guy from Ohio some few years back right from our own home town. One thing led to another. And well, you know the rest." "That explains it," I said. "I knew that there never were, that there could never be, any coincidences as big as the ones that hit me that day. "Are you mad?" she said. "A little. But, that said, it worked out for us—me," I said. "So for that one you have not only my forgiveness, but a smidgen of gratitude." "Could you take me to lunch?" she said. "Or, if you want, have me for lunch." The innuendo was unmistakable. I had to smile. "If I had you for lunch, would I be having Marcus' famous sauce with it?" I said. She grimaced. "No! I wouldn't do that to you, Clarence. I swear it." "Okay, then, let's go eat. I'm hungry too. We can talk about desert over lunch," I said. ****** We sat at the table after the waitress had taken our orders. She looked at me; I looked at her, and I thought of Rudyard Kipling—Helluva of thing: "..and East is East and West is West and never the twain shall meet..." But, what the hell did Kipling know; he'd lived in fucking India! "So where do we go from here, Clarence," she said. Her tone was—well—hopeful. "Not sure," I said. My tone was not hopeful. "Can I make a suggestion?" she said. I nodded. "Maybe we could start all over again and do it right. You know, not fuck it up like I did the first time," she said. "Or not." Now her tone was kinda pleading. "I'm not sure what you mean, Millie," I said. "I wanted to join you in your fantasy. You know, you watching me getting it by some other man, and then you taking me afterwards. You know, before I made the colossal mistake; well, you know all about that, those" she said. "I'd still like to do it, I mean if you have any of those same fantasies anymore. I mean if I have not turned you totally off to them. "But, like I said, or not, not at all. We can just be simple, puritanical, the two of us only, lovers." Anyway, that's my suggestion," she said. I looked at her long and hard. I had been thinking about what I was going to do when the time for decisions was upon us. It looked like they were upon us now. Could I watch Marcus or some other dude pull her panties down and take her? Would I still want to have her afterwards if I did watch her getting it? Decisions, decisions." I nodded slowly. "Maybe," I said, "Under certain conditions." She had not expected me to take such a tack. "Oh—I mean—I mean really—you-you might consider..." she was stuttering. "Under certain conditions," I repeated. She was nodding furiously for me to go on. "Okay," she said, finally. "No one lives in our house or stays overnight—ever. No man insults me—ever. It is not a regular thing, more an occasional fun event—period," I said. "Anything else?" she said. "Denise never finds out or has anything to do with any decision-making for us—ever," I said. "Agreed! For sure agreed," she said. She was doing her best to put a damper on her obvious excitement. "Honey, anything else you think of will be the way it will be. I intend to make this new—thing—the best experience that I can for you." She looked thoughtfully off into space for a moment. "Honey," she said. "What about Marcus?" It was clear that she was afraid that her long time supporter was going to be dumped into the trash bin of history. "What about him," I said. "He's just a family friend. No more no less from now on." She seemed a bit confused. "What about—" "If you choose him," I said. "Who you cuckold me with will be your choice, so long as he understands the rules." She was crying. I pulled out my handkerchief and handed it to her. "He will, honey. I know he will, no doubt about that," she said. I headed back to my place for the next few days. I had some thinking to do, some worrying to do. But, at least this time, I had the say; that was everything. ****** "He okay'd it," said Marcus. He was clearly dubious. "Yes," said Millie. "But—" "But there are conditions. Is that it?" he said. "Yes," said Millie. "Let me guess, I'm history, right?" he said. "No, no," she said. "Not history. But, well, you can't live here anymore. We can still have sex, on those special nights—but—well—they won't be as regular as we, you and I, are used to I'm afraid." He sighed. I figured that that was inevitable. "Will I get to see you otherwise?" he said. She smiled at the man, her surrogate husband for the past several years. "Yes, he considers you a friend of the family now. We, he and I, are not cutting you off from the family. It's just he will not tolerate more than the occasional fulfillment of a fantasy. He is not into a lifestyle kind of thing. I'm giving him that. He's my husband. He's my daughter's father." "I understand. I will move out in the morning. I can stay with Demetrius until I can find a place. Any idea when the first show will be?" he said. She spread her hands in an I-don't-know gesture. ****** It was two days after Marcus had moved out that I moved in. Millie and I made up for a lot of lost time over the next two weeks, and then she laid it on me. Not directly, exactly, but indirectly. "Been having any fantasies lately that you might like to share," she said. I smiled. The real question was, was I ready to give some serious thought to being willingly cuckolded. "Maybe," I said. "Hmm, sounds hot," she said. "What would you like me to do?" There it was. Did I go for it or put the kibosh on it? Decisions, decisions. "Give Marcus a call I said. Make it Saturday evening. We can have dinner here first," I said. Okay, I had set it up. I had only myself to blame if things went south. She came over to me and kissed me gently on the lips. "I love you so much. I hope you get that, young man," she said. "Would you like me take care of the details?" "Okay," I said. "But, I'd like to know what to expect—you know..." "Well, you are going to become a willing cuckold for the first time, right?" she said. "Yes, I guess so," I said. "Well, remember your favorite fantasy? The one you used to tell me about all of the time while you were fucking me. I mean in the old days?" she said. I had to think back because there had been more than a few different ones. Then I had it. "Yeah, I think so," I said. Suddenly I was nervous. It would be very humiliating if it was the one I was thinking of. Millie broke into a big smile. "Yes, that one," she said, realizing that I had remembered the one she was referring to. "Are you up to it? Do you think you can handle it; I mean the watching, it could be intense?" I swallowed big time. "I think so," I said. "Can't be any think so, darling. You have to know. I do not want to do anything you are too uncomfortable with. This has to be good for both of us, not just me or Marcus," she said. Well at least she was concerned about what I wanted. "I'll be okay," I said. "But, if after all I find out that I can't do it, we drop it, even if it's in the middle of the thing, right?" "Absolutely, my husband. And, Marcus will be aware of that little codicil as well; I'll see to that," she said. I nodded. I was shaky as hell, but kind of excited too. I hoped she'd remember the rules: no all nighters and no one stayed over not even Marcus. ****** We'd all just finished eating and we were into our drinks. It was nervous time. Millie was afraid I'd fall apart halfway into the night's activities. I was afraid I'd fall apart through a quarter of the night's activities. And, Marcus, he didn't know what might happen. He was just following Millie's lead; whatever she said would be the way it would go. "Let's get started, okay," said Millie. I started at her words. I think I must have been somewhere between lalaland and the land of the actually living. "Sure babe," said Marcus. He led her by the hand to bedroom, and I followed dutifully already feeling like the willing cuckold I was about to become. "Sit over there, dear," said Millie to me. I followed orders and took a seat. The show was about to begin. Marcus took her by the hand and led her over by the bed; he looked more nervous than I felt. Just as he pulled her to him, she broke away and came to me. Leaning down she whispered in my ear. "Are you sure? It's not too late," she said. I looked her in the eyes. "I'm good," I said. I hoped I was. She nodded and returned to her lover. For some minutes they just stood there and kissed and stroked each other. Finally with a surreptitious glance in my direction, he began to undress her. Soon she was naked. I worshipped her butt from my vantage point across the room. She knelt in front of him, undid his pants, and pulled them down. His cock sprang loose. It was obviously rock-hard and the tip was oozing precum. She took hold of it and stroked it a few times. It was clearly at least two inches longer than mine and a trace thicker; well, the mystery was a mystery no more now, I thought. She took him in her mouth and sucked for some time. I watched as he shuddered and made some animal-like noises as he filled her waiting mouth with his spunk. Cum dribbled from her lips and slicked her chin. She looked around at me and smiled, but it was a worried smile. I gave her an encouraging look in return. Soon he had her up and on her back; he lay beside her. She stroked him and kissed him back to hardness. He slithered down her body and began to lick and kiss her to a state of near frenzy. She jerked wildly as she came seemingly again and again. Arching her back in a final thrust toward his waiting mouth and face; she seemed to ram him, almost to hurt him, as she climaxed finally sinking back onto the sheets. Rolling on top of her, he forced her legs straight up into the air and rammed home his eight-inch cock. She squealed in obvious distress as he banged her mercilessly. She shuddered as he had earlier and seemed almost on the verge of a coronary. Her final squeaks were almost frightening in their intensity and urgency. They lay beside each other for a little while totally spent. She looked over at me. I was still dressed, but I was rubbing my cock through my pants. I could feel the dampness within them and it made me feel—something. "You okay?" she mouthed in my direction. I swallowed and nodded that I was, if not fine, at least not unhappy. There was some small talk between them that I was not meant to hear, and I didn't. Soon, Marcus rose, dressed, looked over at me, and smiled his goodbye. Then he was gone. She, for her part, lay still her arm covering her eyes for some time. I remained, where I was, not knowing exactly what my part would be now. Turning on her side, she spoke to me for the first time since her lover had left. "Well, it's done," she said. "Did we survive it?" I rose and began undressing. But, she had other ideas. "No," she said. "No sloppy seconds for you. You'll have to wait while I shower. Uh—we could even shower together." I smiled, "I'm a cuckold now," I said., "a real one. I deserve sloppy seconds. It's my fate." Naked, I went to her and mimicking her lover I slipped down her torso and began eating her out. I was trying to suck every bit of his sperm from her. She was at first a little bit shocked and then she got into it as she realized where I was coming from and that everything was okay. "Oh, my God, Clarence! Where have you been these past five years," she screamed. We screwed each other into a state of physiological catastrophe and slept. ****** I awoke to the smell of coffee. I went down and she was already dressed and looking very pretty. She must of gotten up before sunrise to have been able to get herself so dolled up. I was still in my boxers and no doubt smelling like a fish market. She came to me and kissed me lightly but meaningfully on the lips. "Are we really good, Clarence?" she said. "Yes, I think so," I said. "So long as we proceed carefully and don't become too far gone with this stuff," I said. "I agree. Clarence?" she said. "Yes?" "Last night I took the lead. But no more. From now on, it has to be you. That will ensure that we keep things in perspective and don't over do it. Okay?" she said. "I think that's fine," I said. "But, I will listen to your ideas too. Just make sure that I'm the first one to hear them, not your bull." "Absolutely," she said. Denise and her new hubby returned from their honeymoon a couple of weeks later and we had our sit down. Let it be enough o say that things are fine now, and my daughter has had the good sense to not bring up anything that was said or told to her in the past. Things were looking good for us. I moved back to Ohio with Mr. Curtis' okay. I was moved into the front office where I was now the Human Resources chief. He appreciated my organizational skills and personnel development ideas and the promotion was the natural result. Marcus comes over from time to time. Mostly just as a friend of the family, but we have had a few sessions with him of a more sexual nature too. I was his cuckold and my wife's but neither had the bad grace to push it. It was just a definition for us. One good thing to come out of all of the sexual activity was that I was actually learning things from the master cocksman. Millie smiled a lot when she realized I was employing techniques I had learned from my position in the chair. "Good job, dear," I think you will be getting your diploma one of these days for sure." We both laughed. The End