60 comments/ 181876 views/ 16 favorites Coming Full Circle Ch. 01 By: thecelt Thanks to angel-love for her help in editing Parts 1 & 2. As I wrote this story, I kept looking for a place to break it into two or three parts. It didn't seem to work so here is approximately half of the story. Part 2 is right behind. Remember, the mind can only accept what the seat can endure, so you might want to read this in two or three settings. For those of you who want a hang em' ending, sorry. For those of you who want a happy ending, maybe. For the rest of you, please enjoy. As I sat there in the dark family room wondering what the hell had gone wrong, I tried to bring myself back to the matter at hand. It was clear to me now that my wife was cheating on me big time and apparently had been for some time. I didn't know who she was doing or for how long, but I was sure of what she was doing. I only had to figure out how to find out the who and the where. My name is Charles Sonders. I am 48 years old and my wife Ilene is 45. She and I have been married for 18 years just last month. We have a wonderful son Anthony who is 20 and away at college. We had adopted after finding that Ilene was unable to have children. We tried AI but after two attempts gave up. It was Ilene's idea to adopt and I quickly agreed. We went the private route and when we saw Anthony, it was love at first sight. He had some medical problems but with our love and care, he developed into a magnificent young man. He was 4 years old when we adopted him so that explains his age. I had no idea why Ilene would be cheating on me. We had a wonderful life and our sex life was frequent and quite satisfying, at least to me. She had never once indicated through actions or words that she was unhappy about anything. We both worked, but only because we chose to. I had a good job and she could stay home but she was happy in her job with an Advertising firm. She was an account executive and also did quite well. Our combined income was in the mid 6 figures. I worked for a Media Consulting firm that handled large corporate accounts. I was in charge of the department that put together media presentations: we made small to medium length documentaries about the clients' business or products. My department consisted of me as Director and 7 artists in all of the necessary mediums. I reported to the VP of Media Development, Peter Atkins. I was 10 years older than he and I often resented reporting to someone younger and less experienced then I but that was whom management picked. I had little choice but to make do. I had just last week returned from a scheduled trip to Minnesota to meet with the Marketing Manager of a medium sized Consumer Products Company that wanted to do some short films to use in training their sales people. We discussed the concepts and I and two of my specialists traveled to their plant to make preliminary notes and take some films of the operations for later editing. We had all we needed to begin work, but for some reason, Peter wanted me to personally fly out to meet with them again to firm up the contracts and to put together an outline of our plans. I didn't know what I could do that hadn't already been done, but he was the boss. I made arrangements to meet with them on Tuesday morning at their plant. I would fly out Monday afternoon and return here to Columbus, Ohio on Wednesday afternoon. I would be gone for two nights and two days of wasted time as far as I was concerned. I went to the airport Monday as planned but while waiting for the plane I received a call on my cell. It was Aaron Parks, the Marketing Manager I was supposed to meet. He filled me in. "Charles, I'm so glad I caught you. You haven't left yet? "No Aaron, my plane doesn't leave for another 45 minutes. We haven't started boarding yet." "Great! Can you cancel this trip? I have to make a presentation to the board of director's tomorrow afternoon and I won't have time to meet with you at all. I don't want to put you off onto someone else." "That's no problem Aaron. I'm only coming at my boss's request. I don't think we need to meet at all so this is no big deal for me." "I couldn't agree more. Let's cancel and delay any reschedule. How's that sound to you?" "Great. Consider it done and good luck on your presentation." This was really a break. I hadn't been looking forward to this trip at all. I wondered if I should call Ilene, but remembered that she said she would be in meetings all day today. I would just see her at home this evening. I decided to call a cab since Ilene would probably be late coming home. I never drove to the airport since parking was such a hassle. The company paid for a cab, just no limos. I could be home by 4:30 and could relax before she got home. Maybe I would call for a pizza so she wouldn't have to cook. Since I was to be gone, she probably hadn't planned anything anyway. I got the cab and was home in no time. I took my suitcase up to the bedroom and unpacked my clothes. I put the suitcase away and went back downstairs to get myself a beer. This was the life. I called for a pizza to be delivered at 6:30, which would be just about right if Ilene was a little late. All was right with the world. By 7:00 Ilene was still not home so I decided to call her work number to see if she was still there. I called but got no answer. Her voice mail didn't have any message so I called her cell. "Hello?" She answered on the forth ring. "Hi, honey, it's me. Where are you? I called your office and you didn't pick up." "I'm here at home you nut. Where did you think I would be? Did your flight get in on time?" Now, wait a minute! Here at home? I was here at home and she wasn't. Did my dear wife just lie to me? All of this hit me in just the time it took to come back with a smooth reply. "Yea, everything went off as planned. I wasn't sure where you would be and I called the home phone but you didn't answer. I thought maybe you were still at work." Let's see how she fields this one. "I must have been out on the back porch. I took a beer and sat down on the glider to try to unwind from this whole day. I am exhausted." "Guess so. Well I won't keep you but I will try to call later tonight if you want me to." I could guess this answer. "No, it's probably best if you didn't. I think I will just go to bed early and try to catch up on my sleep before you get back home. We can have some fun time Wednesday night." Boy, she was good. Planning to fuck someone now and me later. "OK. You have fun but don't do anything I wouldn't do and I'll see you Wednesday." I hung up with that cryptic comment. It would be interesting to see if she caught it. Since she had lied to me about being here at home and didn't want me to call later tonight, it's a safe bet that she had plans on spending the night with someone. I needed a plan. I had to know who she was with and what I could do about it. I thought for a while and finally came up with at least an idea. She would probably go to work tomorrow since she knows I would call her there sometimes when I traveled, so I could probably wait close to where she parks her car and then follow her. If she leaves at noon, she would be going to meet him since she usually takes her lunch. She likes to stay in at noon and just relax before the grueling schedule typical of her afternoons. If she stays in, I could probably relax until quitting time. Then she may go home first and then to meet him or just go directly to see him. Either way, I would be ready. Now I had a plan! I went up to bed and tried to sleep, but all I could do was picture my wife with another man. I imagined all sorts of scenarios, most of which were probably far more than most men could even accomplish. I guess I watch too much porn. She was a wonderful lover and I always tried to please her in several different ways. I wondered if she asked him to do the same things to her that I did. This type of thinking was not going to get me to sleep. I finally got up and got one of her sleeping pills out of the medicine cabinet. That finally put me to sleep for about 4 hours. I finally gave up at about 6:30 and went downstairs to fix myself a big breakfast. I may not be able to find time to eat today. As I ate, I wondered what I could do once I discovered whom she was screwing. Well, time would tell. I called a local rent a car agency and booked a car for the next two days. I didn't want to be driving mine since someone might recognize it and say something. I had someone come pick me up so I could leave my car in the garage where it was supposed to be. That way, if she came home she would not notice anything wrong. At just after 9:30 that morning, I drove into the lot near her office where she parked her car. Sure enough, it was there. I thought a call might be in order so I called her office number. She answered right away. "Hi, honey, it's just me. I was on my way into the meeting but I wanted to hear your voice so that I would have something pleasant to help me make it through a totally boring day." No reason to give her cause to be suspicious. ""Glad you called. I missed you last night. I can't wait for you to get back tomorrow. We'll have to do something special." God, she made me sick to my stomach. "I'm looking forward to it. What are your plans tonight? Got a hot date?" Let's see what she says. "I've got a hot one all lined up just to help me out while you are gone. He's young and good looking and will probably be able to go all night. Aren't you jealous?" She was probably telling me the truth! "I'm never jealous of you. I know that you would never cheat on our marriage or me. I love you too much to believe you could ever do anything like that." Take that you cheating bitch! There was just the slightest of pauses before she said, "I love you too sweetie. Just come home to me as soon as you can." I noticed that there was no agreement to my statement. So there was a limit to how much she could lie and still be comfortable. Looks like I found that limit. "OK, babe. I'll be home before you know it." That was also very true. I left the lot and went home for a couple of hours. I wanted to get everything at home back the way it was before I came back. That way, if she came home first after work she would not know I had been there. That was essential if I was to find out where she was going and whom she was going to be with. At noon, Ilene didn't come out so she was staying in as usual. This part was good since she wasn't going to be doing him during the day. I wondered if she would leave early and decided that she probably wouldn't. I left again and got myself a good lunch. I had a couple of beers since I was not going to be driving for a while. As I thought over the next few hours, I decided to pack a bag with enough to last me for two or three days just in case. By 3:30, I was back in place and waiting for her to come out. Her normal quitting time was 4:30. Right on schedule, Ilene left the building with some of her coworkers. They talked for a couple of minutes and then she got into her car and pulled out. I watched, as she turned left as she exited the lot. That could mean she was going home first. I followed at a good distance even though I had a car that she didn't recognize. Sure enough, she drove home and pulled in to the driveway. She left the car in the drive: that meant she was going out again. I turned around and parked down the block and waited. She would have to come past me to exit our little subdivision. It was only about 20 minutes later that I saw her come out of the house with a small overnight bag and a dress carrier. She put that in the car and backed out of the drive. I watched as she came toward me. I ducked down while she passed and then pulled out behind her. This time I remained close so I wouldn't lose her. It was too important that I find out where she went. She never noticed me as she drove out of our subdivision and turned onto the main street going downtown. I followed her to the downtown Marriott Courtyard hotel. She pulled in and let a valet take her car. I did the same and followed her in. I waited until she was inside and I remained just outside the glass doors where I could see her. She never slowed down but went directly to the elevators. I waited until she entered the elevator and the doors closed. I went in and watched to see which floor the elevator stopped at. It was the 6th. Now, if she was early, then I would just wait to see if anyone I recognized came in. If not, I had a long night ahead of me. I stood behind a potted plant and pretended to watch the TV. It was only about 10 minutes later that I got the shock of my life. I watched my boss Peter Atkins walk into the lobby and, like my wife, walk directly to the elevator. As he went up, I watched again and sure enough, the 6th floor. I just went over to the nearest chair and collapsed into it. Peter Atkins was sending me on these stupid trips so that he and my wife could get it on! How stupid could I be? It was right there in front of me all the time. Peter had met my wife at the dinner parties we all attended. He seemed to be very attentive to her, but I just put it down to him being a smooth operator. I never expected that Ilene would be so dumb as to fall for it. I guess the fact that he was much younger and very smooth and good looking was all it took. She was not the Ilene that I thought I knew. I sat there in that lobby and fought to control my temper. I had to be smart about this and I sat there furiously thinking of what I could do. I couldn't let this go. I was not one to allow my wife to fuck another man without trying to stop it. Suddenly, I had a thought. Maybe I could kill two birds with one stone! Yes! The more I thought about it, the better I liked it. I went over to the house phone and picked it up. I asked the operator to connect me to Mr. Peter Atkins' room. She said that she could do that. While I waited for the phone to ring, I attached the phone tap on the small portable recorder that I always carried to the receiver. It would record both ends of the conversation. Peter finally answered. "Hello. Who the hell is this? This is a private room." Peter was probably pissed that he had to stop in the middle of a good fuck. "Hello Peter. This is Charlie. How are you doing? Is everything OK there?" Let's play a little game. "Charlie? What the hell are you calling me here for? How did you get this number? I am with a client and we are in a meeting so I can't talk right now." Oh, boy were these two good! "Before you hang up, Peter, please let me talk to my wife." His move. "What, what do you mean talk to your wife? Your wife isn't here." He wasn't able to control the hesitation before he finally said that and he couldn't stop the sudden intake of breath when I mentioned Ilene. I heard a loud gasp in the background. "OK, then please give her a message from me. Tell her if she won't talk to me right now, not to bother coming home. I don't ever want to see her again." I waited for what seemed like forever while they argued back and forth before she finally came on the phone. "Charlie, this isn't what you think. You have to let me explain. Please, honey, wait for me at home. I'll be there as soon as I can." "I don't think I'll wait while you finish fucking Peter again. I won't be home when you finally get there. And by the way, I never left town. I was sitting in our bedroom last night when you told me you were home. That's the bad thing about cheating: you get caught by your own lies." I hung up the phone before she could say anything. I had done what I needed to do. I didn't think they would be in the mood for any more playing. I left the lobby and got my car from the valet. While I waited my cell phone rang. I glanced to the caller ID and it was Ilene's cell. I turned the phone off. I drove down the street to the Radisson and took a room for the next three nights and charged it to my company. I went up to the room and broke open the minibar. I poured myself a stiff drink and called information. I got the number for Peter Atkins and put in a call to Peter's wife, Sharon. I knew Sharon fairly well from the same parties where Peter met my wife. She was a delightful, petite blond and very pretty. I enjoyed her company but was not looking forward to this call. She answered and I told her who I was. "Hi Charlie. Pete isn't here you know. He had a trip that he had to make and he won't be back till Wednesday morning." "I don't think Peter is where you think he is Sharon. I hate to be the one to tell you this, but he is with my wife at the Marriott Courtyard on Broad Street. They were together last night and were planning on spending tonight there as well. I called Peter in his room and I think I screwed up their plans. I used a threat to have Ilene come to the phone. She came on and I told her that I wouldn't be home tonight. I checked in here for the night at the Radisson." "Charlie, are you sure about this? I can't believe Pete would do something like that to me." She was almost crying and I could hear the pain in her voice. "You can check by calling his room at the Marriott. Just ask to be connected to Mr. Atkins' room. I don't think he told you he would be here in town did he?" "No, he said he would be out of town for two nights. Let me check and then call you back. Will you wait for me?" She had to check and I didn't blame her. "Sure, I'll be here." I gave her the number and hung up. I had another call to make but it would have to wait until tomorrow morning. Sharon didn't call back and I waited for over an hour. I had just about given up when the phone rang. I answered and it was Sharon. "I called the hotel as you suggested and he was registered there. He answered the phone with a really nasty voice and I just hung up. I had all I needed." She sounded quite calm. "Can I come up?" Whoa! Was she in the lobby? Now this was interesting. "Absolutely. I'm in room 214. I'll be the cuckold husband." I might as well get used to saying it. I answered the door just a few minutes later and there she was. I had forgotten how cute she was. Her hair was a golden blond and cut just to her shoulders. She had a beautiful tan, probably from their pool, and her figure was just short of perfect. Her breasts must be C cups and her waist was tiny. She was dressed in a very short skirt and a very tight sweater. Overall she was a knockout! "Sorry Charlie." She actually giggled when she said that, referring to the tuna commercial. I asked her in, smiling for the first time in two days. "God, I had forgotten how beautiful you are. I don't understand your husband. How could he cheat on someone who looks like you?" I didn't think flattery was going to be a bad thing under the circumstances. We both had ego problems right now because of our spouses. "Same to you Charlie. You are a good-looking man and your wife is nuts. Unless Pete does something special for her, she is going to be very, very disappointed. I bet you don't disappoint her." She was up to something and I thought I knew what it was. I decided to play the game. "I don't think I can honestly say that Ilene was ever disappointed with me. I can't say why she decided to cheat but Peter will have his hands full trying to upstage me." I smiled to show that I was not being entirely serious. "You may just have to prove that to me." Her smile was having an effect on me, one that I wasn't prepared for. "I would be very glad to show you what I mean if you are serious. Maybe you want to think about that first?" "Seriously, I am not going home tonight to that asshole. He can worry about where I am and what I am doing. I assume that you are staying here for a few days?" "I have this room for the next three nights. I don't intend to let Ilene know where I am and I am not going to return her calls. I don't know what I am going to do past that." Coming Full Circle Ch. 01 She looked serious for a few minutes while she decided what she was going to do. Finally, she looked at me with a very serious expression on her face. "I would like to stay here with you if it's OK? I don't have any place to go, and there is nothing that you tell me that Peter will ever hear from me. Even if it is bad for me." She looked so sad sitting there. All of her earlier bravado was gone. The truth was finally taking its toll. "You have a deal. You are welcome to stay under your terms. I won't do anything that you don't want me to do." I smiled at her to let her know that this time I was serious. "There is one thing I have to tell you that I don't know how you will take." This was the final part of my immediate plan and one that would affect her as well as Peter. I was willing to tell her and take a risk that she would go to him. "I intend to call Peter's boss tomorrow and tell him what Peter is doing. I intend to get him fired. I know that is going to affect you so I want you to talk to me about it." If she wanted to stay with Peter, this would make that much harder. If she wanted to divorce him, it wouldn't help either. She looked at me for a minute and then damned if she didn't begin to smile! This woman was something else. How dumb could Peter be? "I think that is a wonderful idea. Show that son of a bitch that there are consequences to his actions. All his life, he has had things handed to him without any effort on his part. He thinks the world is his little oyster and I am just one of the pearls he expects to be waiting for him." Now she was grinning like an idiot. I could grow to love this little thing. We discussed my plan and she was enthusiastic about everything. She even volunteered to go in to see Conrad Volpe, Peter's boss and the Executive VP of Media Development and Production. I asked her if she knew him and she said she did. He had even hit on her a couple of times. Peter knew but thought that was a good thing for his career. We went out to eat at a small restaurant on the other side of town so that we would not be seen by anyone we knew. Sharon was a delightful companion and I completely forgot about my problems for an hour or so. All too soon, it was time to go and they all came back. We went up to the room and discussed sleeping arrangements. "I will be glad to sleep on the couch over there. You can have the bed. I can sleep almost anywhere." That was pretty true. I never had a problem sleeping on planes, trains or in a car for that matter. I was trying to be a perfect gentleman. "I don't care where you sleep since I intend to be right beside you. If I were you, I would pick the most comfortable place you can because we will be very active most of the night." Sharon was completely relaxed as she watched me for my reaction. She had the most enchanting expression on her face. She looked like a pixie that had just eaten a sweet. "I asked you earlier if you wanted time to think about this. Are you sure?" "I thought about it and I am completely sure. I intend to enjoy this time with you and I have no guilt in doing so. My husband and your wife set the rules so we might as well enjoy them too." She had a point. Sharon went into the bathroom while I got into bed. I usually slept in the nude and tonight was going to be no exception. I slipped under the covers and waited. I was nervous but excited as she emerged from the bathroom. Before me stood one of the most erotic sights I could ever remember. She was a vision. Completely nude, her skin was a golden tan except for two white stripes: one across her breasts and one across her hips where her bikini fit. Her breasts were magnificent: firm and white as snow. The nipples were erect and pointed straight out. Her waist was tiny and her hips were slim but the overall picture was enough to make my erection grow. Since she emerged from the bathroom I had not breathed at all. "Do you like what you see?" After she spoke I let out all of my breath in one great exhale. I sank back against the pillow. 'This can't be happening to me,' I thought. "You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. You take my breath away!" I couldn't stop looking at her. She was smiling at me but at my words, she grinned and ran to the bed where she slipped in beside me. "Make beautiful love to me Charlie. I want this night to be one I will remember during the bad times that are sure to come." She turned to me and pulled my head to hers as she kissed me so sweetly. I kissed her back and as I did, two things happened at the same time: her tongue probed at my closed lips and her hand drifted down to my erection and covered it. I was in heaven! I gasped with the feel of her hand and she took that opportunity to slip her tongue into my mouth. I responded by sucking on her tongue. She began to stroke my cock with her hand and I just let it happen. I didn't want this to ever end. After I was able to get my breath back, I began to kiss her face and neck and caress her breasts. She groaned softy and I could feel her hand slow down as the pleasure began to get to her. I was content with that as I wanted to make her feel every pleasure I could give her. I began to kiss my way down her neck and chest to her breasts. I nibbled the nipples and took one in my mouth, caressing it with my tongue. She writhed beneath my ministrations and grabbed my head to pull it tighter to her breast. I wasn't content with that however. I pleasured her for a while longer and then began to continue down her body with my kisses. As she felt me move lower, I could feel her breath catch in her throat. I moved to her belly and down to her mound. It was covered by the softest fuzz; light brown, almost blond and neatly trimmed. This was a treat to me. I loved to pleasure Ilene this way but her bush was not trimmed and could sometimes be a hindrance. Sharon's was great! As I moved to her outer lips, I blew my warm breath against her clit. She almost screamed in pleasure. I wasn't through. I inserted one finger into her while I used my mouth on her clitoris. As I nibbled on her clit, I moved my finger in and out encouraging her to become wet with anticipation. I added another finger and then another until I was fingering her with three fingers, while my tongue teased her clit. I was rewarded with an intense orgasm that had her hips thrusting into my face while her hands tried to pull me closer to her pussy. "God, Charlie. I have never cum like that before. That was a first for me. Peter won't do oral on me but he wants me to do it to him. I knew that you would be great! Poor Ilene. If this is what she was getting from you, I have no idea why she went with Pete." She stretched so beautifully. I could just watch her all night. That would be enough for me. However, she wasn't about to let that happen. "Come here my beautiful lover. Let me give you some of what you just gave me." With that, she pushed the covers off the bed and moved down to put her face level with my newly energized erection. She put one of her tiny hands on my cock and moved it up and down the shaft, very slowly. As she did, she looked at me and smiled. She was beautiful! I couldn't believe a creature like this was here in bed with me. I didn't want to wake from this dream. She bent over my cock and took the head between her lips. She moved her tongue over the slit and tasted the pre-cum that was there. "You taste as good as I thought you would." She moved her lips down my shaft until she had taken 2 or 3 inches in. She pulled back and then moved down again, adding an additional inch. She continued this until she had taken all of me. She then began to bob her head up and down the shaft while one hand played with my balls and the other encircled my shaft at the base. She began to increase her pace and suck strongly as she did. I felt my scrotum begin to contract and I could feel the beginnings of my climax. I warned her that I was about to cum but she just looked me in the eyes and smiled. If anything, she began to move faster. I wasn't able to stop the explosion that was coming. I blew my load into her willing mouth and she kept her lips locked around me until I was done. She moved up and back down my shaft once or twice to be sure I was done and then sat back with a huge smile on her face. "How was that?" She sat back on her heels and looked at me, waiting for my approval. She looked so young and so vulnerable. I still couldn't believe this. "Peter is a moron. You were magnificent." I could see the smile widen and the pleasure was clear in her eyes. It was plain to see that her husband hadn't complimented her much on her technique. "Please hold me for a while before we continue. I want more but I just want to stay here in your arms. I feel safe here with you and the unhappiness I know is waiting for me at home has no power here." I was glad to hold her. She still had no idea of the effect she had on me. I knew it was dangerous to continue but I couldn't have stopped if I wanted to. I didn't. After a while, I felt her hands move down to explore my readiness to continue. She could see that while I was hard, I still had some way to go. She moved down and took me in her mouth again. This time she had a purpose: to get me hard and ready. She was very good at it and in no time I was up and willing. "Would you mind if I got on top? She had already straddled me and I could feel her sex on my stomach. "I would love to watch you and your tits will be within reach while you are up there. So no, I don't mind at all." I grinned at her and she grinned back. She moved down my body so that she was poised above my hard cock. She reached down with one hand to guide me into her as she lowered herself down over me. She slowly allowed my cock to penetrate her vagina and stopped to allow its size to become comfortable. "You are so much bigger than Peter," she breathed. She began again and this time took it all. She signed when she had me all inside her and then began to rise up. She pulled almost out and than dropped back down. With her hands resting on my chest, she continued in this way as she slowly increased her pace. As she did, I reached up to caress her tits and watch her beautiful face as she closed her eyes in pleasure. I was able to stay with her since I had already cum once before and it was only a short time later that I began to see her grimace as her orgasm approached. She began to move faster and faster and I dropped my hands to her hips to help her. She pulled up and I pulled her down. She slammed into me as she shuddered and stopped. I could feel the walls of her vagina squeezing my cock as her orgasm climaxed. She bent forward to me and I put my arms around her as she experienced an earth shattering orgasm. She was not even aware of me holding her. I just held her as she slowly came down to earth. She pulled away from me and looked at me with wide eyes and an open mouth. "My God, I have never felt that way before. I didn't know it could be that way. I think you have spoiled me forever Charlie." I just smiled at her with pleasure. "I think you had a lot to do with it. You don't even know how desirable you are and how much you turn me on." I hadn't told her that I didn't cum when she did. She surprised me by saying, "I know you didn't cum that time so it's your turn to tell me what you want me to do to get you off." She grinned at me and wiggled her hips. "What do you want, big boy?" "How about you get on your hands and knees for me? Would you mind doing that? Doggie is my favorite position." I loved her fine ass and this would be the ultimate for me. "I've never done doggie before but I don't mind at all if you show me how to do it." She actually seemed like she wanted to learn this. I turned her around and pushed her down to her hands and knees. I told her to get comfortable while I got behind her. With her bush as fine and light as it was I had no trouble finding my way. I put two fingers into her slit and made sure she was wet and ready. She was very ready. I removed my fingers and took my cock in hand and rubbed it over her lips to wet the tip. I pushed against her opening and let the head enter her. I stopped to be sure she was OK, but she pushed back against me driving me into her all the way. "I think I have the idea, Charlie. Now, let's see how you do it. It's your turn so give it all you have!" She wiggled her hips back and forth urging me on. I began to fuck her slowly and strongly, pulling almost out and than shoving back in as far as I could. She met my thrusts and gave me encouraging words. I loved this! "Fuck me hard, Charlie. Give me all you've got and do it hard. Fuck me with that beautiful cock. I want all you've got. Fuck me Charlie!" And I did. I gave her everything I had and slammed into her with every stroke. It wasn't long enough before I felt the surge, starting in my balls and forcing its way through my cock and out the slit into her waiting wetness. It was the strongest climax I could remember. I held her in place with my hands on her hips until I finished. It felt like forever. I rolled over, out of breath and panted like a dog. "You are too much for an old man like me. I believe you could kill me this way but what a way to die." "You are not too old and you are certainly not going to die. I may, however, die from pleasure. We have to do that again when you recover." She looked so good lying there beside me. I still couldn't believe this vision. If this was a dream, I never wanted to wake up. "I'll be up to more after some rest. I think I'll take a nap and then we can try some new things. Would you like to learn some more?" I grinned at her like a little boy just learning about candy. "You bet. But I am going to grab a shower. I'll wake you if you nod off." With that, she went into the bathroom, while I admired the view as she did. True to her word, she did wake me later and we made love twice more that night. We both collapsed in fatigue and slept the rest of the night in each other's arms. It was a night that I would never forget. I woke early the next morning before she did and took my shave and shower. I wanted to get an early start on the plans I had made the night before. I called for breakfast from room service and then I called Volpe's secretary. I knew her pretty well and she and I had always gotten along. I put my plan into motion. "Hi, Grace. This is Charlie Sonders and I need to see Conrad as soon as possible. It is very important. Can you set me up this morning?" "I don't know Charlie. Is it really urgent? I know he has several meetings planned." "Grace, tell him that I know of a plan to sue the company for big bucks and I know all of the details. Tell him that I think I know how we can stop it, but we have to move quickly." That should get him thinking. Actually, it was true. I was the one planning to sue and only I knew how to stop it. "Let me talk to him and get back to you. Are you in your office?" I gave her the number here and told her to call within the next 20 minutes or it would be too late. I then sat back to wait. In the meantime, Sharon had awakened and emerged from the bathroom just as breakfast arrived. I know I had an appetite after last night. I needed to refuel! Grace called me back in less than 10 minutes and told me that Conrad would see me as soon as I could get there. He would make time for me. I told her I would be there in one hour. I told Sharon that my meeting was on and that I would give her a call as soon as it was over. She came to me and gave me a long, sweet kiss and wished me good luck. She said that she was going to call a lawyer first thing and go from there. She hadn't really decided what to do but I told her that was the best way to begin. I arrived at work 45 minutes later and stopped at my office. I told Judy, my secretary that I had a meeting with Conrad but that I wasn't officially back to work yet. I let her know that my trip was cancelled but that I may take the rest of the week off. She said she would handle any calls that came in and that Ilene had called 4 times that morning and that Peter wanted to see me as soon as I came in. I thanked her. I went up to Conrad's office and true to her word Grace immediately notified Conrad that I was there. She told me to go right in. I stopped at her desk and smiled down at her and thanked her for her help. She blushed but accepted the praise gracefully. "What's this about a lawsuit Charles and what do you know about it?" Right to the point. I guess that was why he was an Executive VP. I thought that there must be some reason since he was a singularly unimpressive individual. "Here's the problem, Conrad. I just found out that Peter Atkins has been sending me on useless trips so he could fuck my wife. I wasn't aware of it, of course, until he did it again this week. But the client canceled the trip and I found Peter and my wife at the Marriott Courtyard, shacking up for the last two nights. Of course, last night was a bummer since I called him at the room and talked to both him and my wife. He was a little upset I think since I ruined a perfectly good fuck." "I can't believe Peter would do anything like that. I think you had better be careful what you are saying. I will protect this company from slander like that." He was going to bluff this through. "I'm sorry you are taking that path Conrad. I do have proof on tape and I also have Sharon, Peter's wife to confirm what I told you. Here's my deal. If you fire Peter right away, we can discuss this further. If he is still here in two hours, I have retained a lawyer and he will file a $5 million suit against this company, naming you as the responsible party. I will also file an additional claim for loss of companionship and spousal comfort against Peter as an employee of this company for an additional $5 mil." I now had put phase 2 of my plan into action. Let's see where we go from here. I really wanted Peter to be fired and I would sue if necessary. "If you show me the proof, maybe I can do as you suggest. Otherwise, I will have to hear Peter's side of this. I think that is reasonable, don't you?" Conrad had a sick smile on his face as he continued to try to bluff. "No, that won't work. I have the proof and I guess you'll see it in court." With that, I got up from my chair and started to walk out of the office. "Wait! Don't be hasty. Let's discuss this. There must be something we can do to make this go away." "Again, no. You have my conditions. All it takes to begin some serious negotiations is for Peter to be terminated immediately. That is your only option at this point." With that, I did leave the office and stopped at Grace's desk. "Grace, I want to give you a number where I can be reached. I think Conrad may want to talk to me some more. See you later." I gave her my cell and my number at the Radisson and went back to my office. I gave the same number to my secretary and left the building. I now had to wait to see if things went as I hoped. It was just about an hour later when Grace called to tell me that Conrad had met my conditions and wanted to get together to talk. I told her that I would meet him at Tony's, a popular restaurant we frequented at 6:30. She said that she would check with him to be sure it was OK. I told her that it had to be or else for him not to bother. Surprisingly, she chuckled and said, "Way to go Charlie." I went back to the Marriott to find Sharon still in the room. I was slightly surprised as I thought she might have reconsidered last night. When I told Sharon that Peter was terminated, she clapped her hands and laughed. "I hope that serves him right, the SOB. He cheated on me and thought he could get away with it. I have a mind to divorce him right now and take everything he has." Somehow the look on her face didn't jive with the words she spoke. I believed she still loved him and this was ripping her apart. I told her as much and she just smiled a brave little smile. Coming Full Circle Ch. 01 "I do still love the bastard. Can you believe that?" She had a tear in her eye. "I understand since I still love Ilene. I can't help it, but I do. I just don't know how to accept what she did and go on." She came to me and put her arms around me. "This must be harder on you than on me. I hear it is always harder for the man than the woman. Men will screw anything with a skirt on and never look back, but a woman usually invests something emotionally in any relationship." She was smarter than her good looks implied. "Listen, I'm having dinner with Conrad tonight. Why don't you come with me and we can talk to him together? You could use the time and we could see where Conrad is going to go with this. I think we could probably get a nice monetary settlement from this. You could certainly use some cash if you decide to live on your own for a while." I believed that I could get the company to kick in some cash instead of going through a lawsuit. I could take some for Tony's college fund and Sharon could use it as a nest egg while she decided her future. She agreed and we discussed our approach. We decided that I would go for Peter's job and agree to a settlement in lieu of suing for $10 million. We would see what Conrad was willing to commit to. Dinner that evening went very well. Sharon looked absolutely gorgeous and her presence made a big difference from the very beginning. Conrad was surprised to see her and it just gave more credibility to my position. He was the one to offer me Peter's job with a nice 'signing bonus' and he was the one that suggested a 'line of credit' for Sharon for a period of 6 months. This would allow her to live away from home if Peter tried to make things difficult. It also would defuse any allegations against the company that Sharon might make. We agreed and he produced a document that I read very carefully. It stated that I was accepting a position as VP of Media Development, reporting to him with a contract period not less than 5 years. It also stated that any unspecified claims against the company were exhausted by acceptance of this contract. He also promised to document the line of credit offer to Sharon. I withheld signing until we had that document and he agreed. After dinner, we left Conrad and went back to the Marriott. Sharon stayed with me that night and again we made love. It was almost as beautiful as the night before but we were more comfortable with each other and less anxious. Afterwards, I held her naked body in my arms as she fell asleep. Just before she did, she whispered that it had been wonderful but that it had to be over. Although I didn't want it to end, I knew it had to. In the morning she dressed in conservative clothes, gathered all of her things together and kissed me goodbye. She promised to stay in touch and to call me later. I was missing her already. This was Thursday morning. It had been just three days since I became aware of my wife's infidelity and just about 36 hours since I had spoken with her on the phone while with Peter. I had not called her or left word where she could reach me. I guess I had better see what she has been up to. I called my secretary first to find Ilene had called there all day yesterday and again this morning. I checked my cell phone log for missed calls and found 10, all from Ilene. I listened to voice mail but it was just what I had expected; I'm sorry, it's not what you think; we need to talk, etc. All of the sorry bullshit from a cheating spouse. I decided to call her at home to see if she was there or if she had gone in to work. I dialed the number and waited. She answered on the first ring. "Charlie, is that you? Charlie?" She sounded panicked and frightened. Good! "Yea, it's me. I understand you wanted to talk to me? I can't imagine what you could have to say that would mean anything to me." "Oh my God. Charlie, you have to give me a chance to explain what I did and why I did it. Please, you have to do this. I need to tell you everything and I want you to come home to me. Please. It really isn't what you think it is. Peter is nothing to me and never was. I can explain. Please come home." She was really pouring it on. "The problem is that you began lying to me before I found out about Peter. That means that you were more interested in seeing him than in being honest with me. I am your husband and you had no right to be with another man. I simply can't think of what you could say that would change either of those things. Can you?" "Charlie, I need to see you and to talk to you but not over the phone. We need to be together like we should be. You have to let me tell you everything. Please." "OK. Why don't I come by the house tonight about 7:30? We can talk then." "Oh thank you! I'll fix something to eat and we can share a bottle of wine and we can talk and get things out into the open. I can make this right if you give me the chance." "Sorry, but I will eat dinner myself before I come. You don't need to fix anything, except maybe some coffee. That's all I need from you." "Oh. OK. I'll be waiting. Thank you for giving me this chance." I don't know what she thought she was going to accomplish by this evening but I was pretty sure I didn't have much hope of her giving me anything to wipe out what she had done. I made some phone calls to some people I knew and touched base with my guys at work to be sure things were running smoothly. Everything was under control. I ate lunch and returned to my room to make some plans for getting an apartment and to hire an attorney. I may need him for a divorce and for other things. I should at least be prepared. Sharon called just before dinner and told me she was at home with Peter. She said he was a beaten man. He had been fired, which we knew, and all of his benefits had been discontinued. He was given no time to collect any of his belongings and he was unlikely to get a recommendation from Conrad. She laughed quietly into the phone and said that he wanted her to 'stand by' him during this dark hour. She giggled and said she wasn't sure when to hit him with her cheating or even if she should. She said that if she did, she would be sure to tell him about my ability as a lover. She still had not made a decision on whether to divorce him. She said she would call me tomorrow. I told her I was going to talk with Ilene tonight and she surprised me by telling me to listen to what she had to say. "Make no decisions now while you are still angry. Listen to her and wait. If you want to, call me and we can get together to talk about what she tells you." I really loved this woman. Like a sister, but different of course. "I'll listen but I will certainly call you afterwards. Can I call you at home?" "Absolutely. Call anytime, even if it's late. If Peter answers, just tell him you want to talk to me. I'll make sure he lets me know if you call. Don't worry and good luck." It was after 7 by the time I finished dinner. I didn't want to be on time and I wanted to make sure I was as calm as I could possibly be under these circumstances. What I wanted was to rant and rave and cry and scream and just let go, but that wouldn't help me any. I determined that I would just listen and go from there. As it was, I got there right on time. I had just started up the walk when she opened the door. She was framed in the light from the foyer and she looked absolutely gorgeous. She did it on purpose of course, but it still affected me, as she knew it would. "Hello, Charles. I'm glad you agreed to meet me like this. Please come in." She flushed as she realized she had treated me like a guest. She finally said "this is still your house as much as it is mine so you don't really need an invitation." I felt pretty good since she was already flustered. "Hi, Ilene. You look very pretty tonight. Do you have a date later?" Cruel but not totally out of line. It could be considered a valid question based on what I knew. Ilene looked at me in shock for a second and then decided to try to play the game by my rules. "I have a date right now that is pretty important. I dressed for you." She led the way into the den and we sat down. She asked if I wanted coffee now or later and I said now would be fine since I had just finished dinner. I thought the time would help me to get back on track. Ilene brought the coffee into the room on the silver tray that I had bought her on our 10th anniversary. Nice touch. I helped myself to her delicious coffee. "Before you start with your story Ilene, I want to thank you for sleeping with that bastard. Because of you, I now have Peter's job with a nice increase in salary and Peter's ass has been fired. He was escorted out of the building this morning. I don't know whether you have spoken with him since last night but he is probably not very happy. I guess he knows now how much this piece of ass is going to cost him." Ilene just stared at me for a moment. "I don't care what happened to Peter but I am very pleased for you. I guess that helps to make up for what I did to you. Congratulations." God, she was cold. "If you believe that, you are not the person I thought you were. I would give it all back if this hadn't happened. But I guess you don't think that way. So much for the promises we both made 18 years ago." I had to get that out of the way. "Ilene, I have to ask this before you begin. Why did you do this? Why did you decide to cheat on our marriage and me? What did I ever do to you to deserve this?" I had already lost my control. "First, you did nothing to deserve anything I have done to you. I have no excuse to offer that will mean anything to you. What I did I have no reason for and I can't even begin to explain why I did it." She was very serious and I could tell she was being honest. It was a good omen. "So you are telling me that you fucked Peter for no good reason and don't have an excuse that means anything. I guess you are also telling me that I should just accept your infidelity and not even worry about why you did it? I don't even know if this was the first time. Have you done this before?" My anger was beginning to grow and would become too great to control at this rate. "Of course this is the first time. How could you even ask that? And yes, part of that is true. I don't know why I did it. I have no excuse to offer you. I hope you can accept it and we can move on but I seriously doubt that you can. I certainly don't expect you to and I don't blame you." Ilene was totally cool about all this and that was certainly going to make me lose it very soon! "Tell me; are you sorry that you did it? Did you feel any guilt the first time you did it? What did you say to yourself that allowed you to do it again and again? That's the part that is killing me. You didn't feel enough guilt to stop doing it." The anger was growing. "Of course I felt guilt. How could I not? But, the guilt seemed to be something that I could use to punish myself, which then made it OK to do it again. Each time I felt crushing guilt and I would cry myself to sleep. When I woke up, I was able to go on with my day and look forward to another night of betrayal. It was only the last two trips you took. The first one I wouldn't go with Peter and he came here to try to talk me into it. I finally got mad and made him leave, but I did allow him to take some liberties. That gave him incentive to plan another trip and that time I agreed to meet him at the hotel. I met Peter twice on that trip and on three nights all together. You were able to prevent the last two nights." She stopped and waited. Apparently she wanted me to ask the questions. "You still haven't told me why. Why would you fuck a man that nobody even likes? He is considered a moron by most of the people he works with. There are a few of the young bubbleheads that work there that think he is hot, but most of the others just think of him as a pig. Why would someone of your intelligence be interested in him?" She looked at me for a second and I thought I saw her eyes begin to shine with the beginning of a tear. Maybe not. "Peter always made it clear that he was interested in me from the first time I met him at one of those parties you made me go to. He hit on me from the beginning. I was flattered. He said nice things and he suggested we get together. I never discouraged him and he took it seriously." "He finally sent you on the first trip about 2 months ago and that's the first time he actually propositioned me. He came to the house but I told him to leave. He did try to kiss me and I let him; he tried to go further and I allowed him to but finally stopped. I told him then to leave. He went but I couldn't get him out of my mind." "It was the second trip he sent you on that was the first time I actually went with him. He called me the night before you were to leave. He told me that he was sending you out for two nights and that he would make reservations for us at the Marriott if I would meet him. I thought about it and agreed. I don't know why. I worried about it, I changed my mind, and I cried myself to sleep, all the while thinking of what I had here at home with you. You never noticed and I convinced myself that you wouldn't be hurt if you didn't know. In the end, I decided to go. I still thought I could take it to a certain level and then stop before it went all the way. I was lying to myself." "I do want to tell you that Peter is a terrible lover and there was very little that I enjoyed when I was with him. I know that sounds like a crock, but it really is true. It wasn't about enjoying the sex with him. It was about the excitement of doing something so out of character with who I was and what I was all about. I didn't care if we had sex, but I knew that was what he expected. It was just being out with someone else and doing something I shouldn't. I don't even know if that makes any sense to you." "I'm not sorry I did it but I am sorry that you found out. I didn't want you to be hurt and I never planned for it to continue. As a matter of fact, I told Peter Monday night that this was the last time and that it couldn't happen again. He threatened to tell you and I countered by threatening to tell Sharon. He finally agreed if I would meet him last night. That's when you caught us. Actually, I was happy you did. The thought of one more night with him was really horrible." "I have told you everything that I can about this and I hope you know I am sorry that you had to find out. I love you with all my heart and never stopped. Peter was never in the picture when I thought about you and me. I never compared you to him since, as I told you, he was really pathetic. I want nothing more than for you to forgive me and for us to go on as before. You must know that I would never do anything like that again." She had apparently finished her story since she just stopped talking and looked at me. I didn't know what to say. She sat there, not apologizing for the affair, not being sorry it happened and wanted me to forgive her and go on! I was blown away! Who in the hell was this person? What happened to Ilene, the one that I married? I was speechless. "Aren't you going to say anything?" She was beginning to look a little worried. So far, she had been as cool as a cucumber except for that little welling up that I saw right at first. "I have to say that I am almost unable to find words to express how I feel about what you have just told me. I don't think I have ever heard as much bullshit in one sitting as this. You actually expect me to just forget and forgive your cheating and betrayal. You want me to just go back to our happy life as if you haven't been fucking the dumb shit that I worked for. You actually know so little about me after 18 years that you think I could do that." I was finally coming out of my shock and the anger was building. "You cheated on our marriage and me. You betrayed my trust yet you expect me to believe this is the only time. You lied to me in order to carry on your affair. You tell me you aren't sorry you did it. Finally, you say you love me but I wasn't enough for you and you looked elsewhere. What the hell do you think I am?" I had to get myself under control. This wasn't what I wanted to do. This made me look weak and ineffective. "There is no way that I could ever trust you again. Not now. I don't have the foggiest idea of what to do now. You pissed away our marriage. You tore out my heart and have the audacity to say that I should just forget and forgive. I can't!" Ilene was now truly in shock. I don't know what she expected but this certainly wasn't it. She had a frightened look on her face and tears were beginning to run down her cheeks. She must know that she had pushed me past the point of forgiveness. "Charlie, please don't do this. I didn't mean to say I wasn't sorry. I am, really. I never wanted you to find out and I never wanted you to be hurt. But it was only sex. You know that. I told you it meant nothing. If it never happened I wouldn't have been disappointed. He was young and sexy and he made me feel 10 years younger. His youth and power seduced me. He went after me and he made me want to be with him. I never thought of it as cheating on you. It wasn't about love or family or anything important. It was just a sexual fling. Meaningless! You have to believe that." "Why? Why should I ever believe anything you tell me again? What makes you think that I can trust you? After what you did, why would I trust you?" She just didn't get it. Obviously, she never had. "I love you and only you. I know I screwed up but I didn't mean to do that to us. I never thought of it as something that could affect our marriage! It was just a meaningless fling! Please don't throw our marriage away over this. It isn't worth it and neither is he." Here she had a point, but only a small one. "I can't talk about this with you any more tonight. The whole thing makes me sick and your attitude is enough to make me want to toss my supper. I have plans tonight but I'll call you sometime soon." I just wanted out of there. I wanted to call Sharon and spend the night with her and just make love. She and I made love, not just sex. I thought about that. "What are you going to do? Do you have someone else? Peter said you did and he said you had bragged to him about someone you met on one of your trips. He said you cheated first! You did, didn't you?" She glared at me as if I was the one that had been unfaithful. "Why would you believe the word of a shithead that only wanted to get into your pants instead of trusting your husband? Did you actually think that he would tell you the truth? He just wanted a piece of ass! Don't you get it?" This was funny. "Are you saying you were never unfaithful to me?" She was beginning to see the light. "Before I found you with Peter, I had never cheated or been unfaithful to you or our marriage." That part was true. "What do you mean 'had never cheated'? What does that mean?" Ahaa! "Since you decided that our marriage was not exclusive, I have taken advantage of that. It helped to dull the pain that your cheating caused me." That was a killer! Her infidelity was to blame for what was to follow. "I never meant for you to think that. I made a mistake and I will pay for it but I never wanted you to think I would be OK with your having an affair. Why would you think that?" Panic was evident in her eyes now. What had she done? "Doesn't matter what you think or what you wanted. I am simply doing what you did. You may be interested in the similarities. She is younger than me by 15 years, she is beautiful and she seduced me. And I loved every minute of it and I want more. And she was very, very good at it. Even better than you." Mostly true. "Oh, no! Please, no! Charlie, don't do this to me. I am sorry! I will do anything you want me to do but please don't do this. I couldn't stand it if you were to find someone else. I couldn't stand it!" She collapsed to the floor in tears, sobbing uncontrollably. I watched but couldn't bring myself to go to her. Instead, I got up and walked to the door. Coming Full Circle Ch. 01 "I'll call you tomorrow and we can find a time to talk." With that I opened the door. As I went out the door I heard her say, "My God, what have I done?" That was all I heard as I shut the door and threw up my wonderful dinner. End of Part 1. Coming Full Circle Ch. 02 Again thanks to angel-love for editing. This is the conclusion to Coming Full Circle. "I'll call you tomorrow and we can find a time to talk." With that I opened the door. As I went out the door I heard her say, "My God, what have I done?" That was all I heard as I shut the door and threw up my wonderful dinner. I managed to get to my car and close the door. I just sat there for a moment, too emotionally stunned to move. I suddenly realized that I loved this woman more than I could understand. She had hurt me more than I thought possible but even so, I still loved her. I wasn't sure I could forgive her and that scared me more than anything else. I also realized at that moment that I wanted Sharon. I needed her. I pulled out my cell and called her. She answered right away. She must have known it was me because she answered with, "Charlie, is that you?" The sound of her voice calmed me down and made things seem manageable again. "Yea, it's me. I need to see you now. Can you come to the room or can I come pick you up? I really need to talk to you." I didn't think I could go on if she didn't let me see her. "I'll come to you. I'll be there in 20 minutes. Wait for me and don't do anything stupid." How could she know what I was thinking? Actually, I wasn't thinking right at the moment. Maybe she could tell me what the hell I was supposed to do now. The woman I loved was fucking another man and didn't think it was even important. His wife was fucking me and I knew it was important! If this wasn't a conundrum I didn't know what one was. I got to the room just a few minutes before she did. When she knocked on the door, I hurled it open and grabbed her and pulled her to me. I held her there in the doorway of the Radisson Hotel while I just shook. Why was it that this young wife whose husband was cheating on her could comfort me while my wife left me angry and cold? "Tell me what happened. Did you see Ilene and did you hear her out? What happened Charlie?" She just held me and waited for me to calm down. I did, finally, but only because I wanted to look at her and remember her as she was last night. She moved into the room and shut the door. She sat down on the bed and waited for me to begin. I told her of my conversation with Ilene: the lack of remorse, the lack of emotion, the attitude and all of it. I told her that I got sick after I left and only the thought of her made everything tolerable. I told her that the woman I loved apparently thought I should just forgive her and forget it happened since it meant nothing to her. I was not supposed to care that she did it and that she did it again and again, lying to me and cheating on me and betraying our marriage. I went on and on for 15 minutes while she simply listened to me. "You have to forgive her, you know. You and I both know that there was no love involved and the sex wasn't even good for her. I bet she told you that didn't she? Peter was just a diversion for a woman who had it all and was bored with it. She had the perfect husband and home and family and there was no challenge to it anymore. Why wasn't it enough? I don't know and probably she doesn't either. You know she'll never do it again. She can't. Not now that she knows what it might cost her." Sharon was wise beyond her years, but I wasn't sure I could just accept it. I wasn't there yet. "Tell me Charlie. Do you still love her? Can you picture your life without her in it? Can you just go on without her and live like nothing is missing? I don't think you can. You are a decent guy and it is in you to forgive if you can find the key." She got up and went to the window and just stared out, waiting for me to catch up to her. As I did, I realized that I had not asked what happened to her. "Tell me about Peter? What happened when you went home this morning? Was he angry? Did he hurt you? I'm sorry, I never asked. I was so wrapped up in my own grief that I forgot about yours." "Peter was asleep when I got home. I didn't wake him. I just sat there and tried to think about what I wanted. I went back to the bedroom and just stared at him until it came to me: I couldn't live without him. I love him Charlie, in spite of what he is: weak and spineless and inconsiderate and all of those things. But I still love him. What does that make me?" "It makes you a wonderful and caring wife. You love your husband and I love my wife and they have taken our hearts and shit on them. But as you say, we have to find the key to forgive them." "What are you going to do? Were you able to talk to him after he woke up? Did he apologize and beg you to stay? What happened?" I wondered why she was so quick to come to me. "We talked and he apologized and told me that this wasn't the first time. I suspected but now I know for sure. I told him that I needed time to think and that I couldn't be there for him now. I had to take care of myself. He wanted to know what he could do to make it easier on me and I told him nothing. I am considering moving out for a while and I told him that. I also told him about you and me. I didn't tell him who you were but I think he might have an idea. He cried but didn't get mad. He said he deserved it and that he wouldn't try to stop me. He only hoped I would come back to him." She began to cry softly. I went to her and held her. She felt so good in my arms. "You can take an apartment if you want to. We have that agreement with Conrad for an indefinite period. I would do it if I were you. Of course, part of that's just me wanting you away from him. But I will respect any decision you make." I did hope that she didn't go back to him, but I realized that was just selfishness. As I held her, I felt her begin to move against me. I was surprised, as she had said this morning that we had to end this. I waited to see what she would do. Her arms went around me and dropped to my waist. She pulled me tight against her and looked up at me with a smile. "If you want to explore, you might be surprised." Her look was the one she used last night: sexy and teasing. I slid my hands over her back and felt no bra strap. What was this? I slid my hands down to her cute ass and felt for panty lines. None! Well, now this was more like it. "You aren't planning to go home are you? You planned to stay tonight even though you told me earlier that we had to stop this. Please, I don't mean to criticize but are you sure this is what you want to do with your marriage in trouble?" I wanted her to stay but I didn't want to take advantage of her. "I need time away from Peter. He cheated on me more than once and I need to learn how I want to deal with it. You give me strength and confidence. With you I feel that I can make the right choices. If I stay with him, I will just let him talk me into forgiving him and going back to the way we were. I don't want to do that." With that, she moved to the bed and took off her blouse and skirt. She stood there looking at me in all her glory. God she was beautiful! I went to her and stripped off my own clothes. We stood there together, nude with nothing to hide from each other. She pulled me down to the bed and I kissed her with a passion that I had been missing with Ilene for some time. I moved quickly down to her wet sex and began to pleasure her with my tongue and fingers. Once again she climaxed easily. I continued to pleasure her while she held my head close to her. I was in no hurry and she was enjoying my actions. She whispered my name and told me how much she enjoyed what I was doing. As she began to rise to another climax, her words became more personal and erotic. "God, Charlie, I love your tongue in my pussy! I love your fingers and the way you fuck me with them. Oh, God! Oh, Oh, Ohhhhh!" She bucked against my face and squeezed my head between her soft thighs. I was in heaven! Her climax shook her body for what seemed like minutes. "How do I go back to Peter after you?" She had a glow on her face that made her even more beautiful. "You can teach Peter how to make you happy. He needs some education and training and you now know what to show him. It wouldn't hurt him to know that he was not the great lover he thought he was." I wondered how Ilene felt with him and whether she tried to get him to do some of the things she liked. Probably not. "Come up here and fuck me hard! I want to feel that cock deep inside me and I want you to fill me up with your seed! I need something to carry me through the next few weeks." She lay back with her legs spread and her knees pulled up. She had her feet flat on the bed and she looked so inviting that I mounted her immediately. No time for any more foreplay. I entered her and drove all the way in on the first stroke. She was wet and I had no trouble. I began to pound into her with no finesse, just desire. I established a good rhythm and she wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me in on each stroke. I fucked her this way for 10 solid minutes and it was one of the greatest feelings I could remember. This was what I used to have with Ilene. I wanted it back. "Come on baby. Fill me up with your cum. Make me scream! Make me cry! Come on, do it. Do it!" She began to hump back on each stroke now and I could feel her walls clamp down on my cock making it harder to pull out each time. She was close so I decided to make my climax match hers. "I'm coming. I'm going to fill that sweet box of yours with all I have. Can you take it all? Do you want it all? Tell me!" I was now stroking as fast as I could. I was ready. "I'm cummingggggg!" She was almost screaming and that was enough to put me over the edge. I came with a fierceness that I hadn't felt in years. She clamped her legs around me and held me in place while we both came at the same time. I couldn't move even if I had wanted to. It was incredible! We remained that way for what seemed like hours, but was only a few minutes. She shuddered once and relaxed her legs to let me loose. I rolled off of her but held onto her hand. I pulled it to my lips and kissed it. "I haven't felt like this in many years. I don't know what to say. I do know that I love you." I knew it was true but I didn't know what it meant. I knew I still loved Ilene and I knew she loved Peter but I did love her. I would have to work this out some way. "I love you too. I think some of it may be that you make me feel in a way that Peter never has, but I still love him and he is my husband. What are we going to do?" She looked at me with those trusting eyes. I had to think. "I think we need each other right now and that is a big part of love. It isn't the love that lasts for years and years and that makes everything else unimportant. That we have had with our spouses. I hope it is still there but I know we have to find out. We have to give it a fair chance." I did believe that and I did want to give Ilene and me a chance to go back to where we were or at least make a new start. I believed she wanted the same thing. I told her that and she smiled and agreed. Sharon stayed with me that night and left in the morning. She promised to call me at work to tell me if she wanted to stay in an apartment for a while. I agreed and told her to call me anyway after she talked with Peter. In the meantime, I called my staff together and told them that Peter was no longer with us and that I now had the job as VP. I have to say I was pleased with their response. To a man, they were happy for me. I settled in and began to do the job that I had wanted to do before Peter. Conrad stopped by the office later that day and shut the door. He began by apologizing for Peter and putting me in the position with Ilene that I now found myself. "I personally wanted to tell you that I am not unhappy that things with Peter went the way they did. You know that I was never the one that wanted him in this position and since he screwed up so badly, I was free to get him out. That is all thanks to you. I know it doesn't help your marriage, but maybe you can get some benefit from it. Now, we have some documents to sign." With that he handed over the contract for my new position that I read and found to my satisfaction. I told him so and asked about the second document. He just smiled and handed it over. I read it and also agreed with it as written. "You have kept your word and I appreciate that. It wasn't a pleasant meeting the other day but I was not in a pleasant mood. I was angry with Peter, not at you. I have spoken with Sharon and she will let me know probably today if she wants to take a place for a while." I signed both documents and kept a copy for myself. "One final thing. I am trying to reconcile with Ilene but I don't know how it is going to go. We spoke once and I plan to see her again tonight. If things don't go as well as I hope, I may need to stay in corporate housing for a period of time until I decide where I want to live. I hope that is going to be OK?" I was up in the air on this but wanted to have a backup plan. "I don't have any problem with that. We have several vacant apartments right now and I could actually assign one to you immediately. You wouldn't have to use it until you wanted to. Want me to do that?" We agreed and he told me he would have Grace call to tell me what apartment number and to give me the key. She gave me all the information before I left work that day. I went back to the Radisson and had a quick dinner and called Ilene. I made plans to see her that evening. When I got to the house, she again met me at the door this time dressed more conservatively. I think she now had an idea of the trouble she was in. She wasn't going to seduce me into forgetting. "I'm glad you're here Charlie. I have done a lot of thinking and I know I completely blew it last night. I wanted to make everything so unimportant that I came across as not caring about you and your feelings. That was dumb of me and I'm sorry. I know I hurt you terribly and for that I apologize. But you must know that I never meant to do that and I never meant for it to get to the point it did. I still don't know why I did it other than the fact that he made me feel good with his comments and his suggestions and he was so much younger than us and I was amazed that I could turn a young man's eyes. I was just behaving stupidly and acting silly: not much different than a teenager." It's clear that she had been doing some thinking and she spoke as if she had been rehearsing all afternoon. I still wasn't hearing what I wanted to hear. "I told you last night that most of what you told me was bullshit and you aren't doing much better tonight. Maybe I had better ask questions and you can answer them. Would that be OK?" She nodded, looking like I had just slapped her across the face. "First, is Peter the first man you cheated with?" I would start easy. "I told you he was. Why would you ask me that? I never cheated on you before." I watched her face as she told me this and I have to say I wasn't that convinced. But I had no proof of anything so I let it go. "Second question: Why should I believe you about that when you lied to me so easily just two nights ago? And why should I believe you when you hid your affair from me for weeks before I discovered you?" Build on her answers. "Charlie, I know you have a hard time believing me when I tell you about Peter but I don't have any reason to lie to you about other men. There weren't any and you have to know that. We were too busy with Tony and our life. I never had time to think about anyone else besides you and Tony. You two were my life." She had begun to tear up. "What you forget is that when trust is destroyed, there is no longer a basis for believing. I would have trusted you with my life before this week. I did trust you with my love and you took that and stomped it in the mud." I had to take a step back and calm down. Anger is useless at this point. "What I did was terrible, I admit that. But I never stopped loving you and I never meant to hurt you or our marriage. I was bored with my life ever since Tony went to college, and things have seemed so dull and lifeless. You have your life and your job and you don't need me like Tony did. You and I made love more often and it was better than ever but I knew you and you knew me, and our life together had become predictable. I was susceptible to someone like Peter with his compliments and seduction." She was staring at the wall over my head as she talked. I think she was just beginning to come to grips with why she had done this thing. "Did you never think of the humiliation you were causing me when you fucked my boss behind my back? What was he thinking every time he looked at me, or when I talked to him and tried to do my job the best way I could? He was laughing his ass off knowing he was fucking my wife! He had a secret that he shared with you, and you had a secret that you shared only with him. While you and I made love, you knew he had done the same thing earlier. I was the odd man out, kept that way by my loving wife!" "I never thought about any of that. I certainly never thought about him when you and I made love. He was a terrible lover and I never had an orgasm with him other than the very first time we did it and that was only because I knew it was wrong! Christ, he was pathetic! I told you that." She shook her head in disgust. To give up so much for so little! "I apologize for what he may have been thinking about you because of what I did, but I never ran you down when I was with him. He actually promised to make your life better because of me and I trusted him to do that." She probably did believe him. She was gullible enough to think he was a man of his word. Really stupid for such a smart bitch. "What do you suggest we do now? I don't know how I can forget what you have done and you have given me no assurance that you won't do it again. And I only have your word that this is the first time you have done this. I have no basis for trust and no way to verify what you have told me so I am left with a nagging doubt that won't go away." "Charlie, I will do whatever you want me to do. I am so sorry that I hurt you and sorry that I embarrassed you in front of your boss and I'm sorry that I have given you reason to doubt me. I will have to earn your trust by living my life as you should expect." She looked at me with a hopeful expression on her face. "Can you come home so we can try to put this behind us and go on? I want so much to have you back and if you come home I can show you how much. Regardless of what you decide to do, remember that I love you with all my heart." "That's one of the things you forgot. The love that I have for you is the strongest thing in my life. Unfortunately, the stronger the love, the deeper the hurt when it is betrayed. You betrayed my love and I hurt. Very much. I don't know what can make it go away." Actually I did know what would make it go away, but I promised her that we had to make this attempt. "Will you move back home so we can have more time to work this out?" "I'm not sure I want to be here with you right now. I have made arrangements with the company for the use of one of the corporate apartments. I think I would be better off staying there for a while. At least till the pain begins to die down." I actually didn't want to be around here right now. "Are you sure that's it or do you want to be with Sharon? I know that's who you have been seeing for the last couple of nights." She was beginning to get angry since things weren't going her way. Typical of Ilene. If she couldn't control things she got angry. "I see you're still in contact with your lover. So much for telling me the truth! He is the only one who knows that." I smiled at her discomfort, having caught her in one lie. Coming Full Circle Ch. 02 "Peter called me just before you came to tell me about you and her. He was crying, the stupid shit. He cheats on her and then is upset when she does the same thing to him. I hung up on him." "Sharon is a wonderful woman. She still loves Peter but he is a real bastard. You should have known that about him. He treats everyone like shit. I'm surprised you put up with him. She also told me that he was a terrible lover and that you would probably be very disappointed. She was convinced after the first night we spent together." This last was meant only to hurt her, like she had hurt me. "She was right about Peter. But I wish you wouldn't see her again. I want us to work this out and we can't as long as you are with her. She is very young and very beautiful and I can't compete with her. As long as you are with her, we can't begin to heal the wounds I caused in our marriage." She was very scared now. I could see it in her eyes. She was prepared to beg but I wouldn't ask her to do that. "Sharon and I decided to stop seeing each other and try to work on our marriages. I just need time away from you to try to dull the pain I feel every time I look at you." I needed to give her something to think about before we spoke again. "Some of the things I need to ask you about will require some time to discuss. I don't want to start on those right now. I won't promise not to see Sharon again, but for the time being, she is trying to put her marriage back together. You know the one you helped destroy? Like you did ours?" I wanted to leave but the anger kept me there for just one more shot. "I will tell you this. With Sharon, I was able to put the hurt aside. I could forget your betrayal for a while when I held her. I didn't see you and Peter together when I made love to her. She helped me through a very bad time and I love her for that. I don't know what I feel for you right this minute. That is enough to scare me and make me wonder if this didn't happen for reasons other than those you mentioned. Maybe we have reached a point where separation or even divorce is an option." Ilene looked terrified. Her face was pale and her eyes were wide open and she was shaking. "Oh please Charlie, don't talk like that. You know how much I love you and if you left me I would die. I couldn't take a separation. What I did was wrong but what you are saying is far worse. I have done nothing that should make you divorce me. My betrayal is nothing compared to that. You know Peter was a diversion, nothing more and he doesn't compare to you in any way. You are more of a man and more of a lover than he could ever be. I can't believe you would allow someone like him destroy our life together. Please don't make me responsible for that, I beg you." I now had her thinking and feeling the pain that I felt. She had to know what I was going through before we could even have a rational conversation about our future and our life together. I didn't want to throw 18 years away for a shit like Peter Atkins either. She was right about that. "Let's calm down a day and we can talk more tomorrow evening. Why don't I come for dinner and we can discuss where we need to go from here? Is that OK with you?" "Yes, that's great. I'll fix something light and we can spend the evening together, talking if that's what you want to do. I would prefer something else." She smiled at me the way she always did when she was trying to get me into bed. It always worked, but not this time. "I'm sorry Ilene, but that doesn't appeal to me right now. I think it will take some time before I can look at you that way again. Let's just talk first." The pain in her face was enough to make me want to leave right away. "I'll call you before I leave work tomorrow. Will you be here or at work?" "If you call before 5, I'll be at work. After that you can call my cell. I should be home by 5:30 though." "Fine, I'll see you then." I left as soon as I could to get away from her obvious distress. Maybe I had gone too far, but I didn't think so. Ilene was a strong person and it took a lot to distress her. That I had succeeded surprised me. I called Sharon that evening after I got to the apartment. She answered right away and must have been expecting my call. She sounded tired and depressed. I asked her how things were going and she said that they had tried to talk but Peter kept getting angry and yelled at her, blaming her for him loosing his job. He seemed to think that she and I had gotten together to get him fired. I did but she had nothing to do with it. I asked her if she wanted to come over but she said that she would stay and try to make it work. I reminded her that she was supposed to call me to let me know if she wanted a place to stay but she said that she was not going to move out yet. I was disappointed but I don't know why. We talked for a little more and I told her of my talk with Ilene. She said that it was encouraging that Ilene admitted fault and was feeling threatened. She said that Ilene must have been feeling some of the pain that we were feeling. I wasn't sure but I would give it time. We finally said good night but I really didn't want to hang up. I went to work the next day and things began to move along quite nicely. The absence of Peter made a huge difference and my whole staff seemed more energized and work was progressing very well. Maybe this was for the best, at least here at work. I was able to forget my problems for a while. It was just after 3:00 when Ilene called. "Charlie, I just wanted to be sure you were still coming tonight? I have dinner all planned and was going to leave work a little early to get things started. I wanted to let you know in case you tried to call me at work." She sounded upbeat and pleasant. "Sure, I'll be there as I agreed. I don't want you to go to any special lengths for this. We just need to talk some more and dinner sounded like a good idea at the time. Maybe it was asking too much?" I would be just as happy if she wanted to cancel. "No problem. I just wanted some time to get ready and you know what a hassle it is coming home from work and trying to make a good meal. We have been doing it for some time, but it was getting pretty routine. This was a chance to do something different." "OK. I'll be there about 6:30 or so. Can I bring anything?" "Just you. I'll see you then. Goodbye." Well, that took care of that. I was committed to this for better or worse. I did want to see what we could work out but I had no idea if we even could work together. Peter and Sharon had become a big part of our lives and they would be there with us this evening in many ways. I got there right on time and knocked at the door. I didn't want to just go in as if I still lived there. I needed to set the tone the way I wanted it. This made me an outsider and she was the one that pushed me away. I liked that analogy. "Charlie, come in. You don't have to knock. You still live here and this is still your home. If one of us should leave it should be me, but you didn't give me the option." Her smile had faltered a little and she was struggling to stay positive. I could see the strain on her face and again it surprised me. I began to understand that Ilene had never given the consequences of her affair any thought. She had never planned for the eventuality that I could find out. How dumb was that? The strain did give me hope that she was clearly ready to do whatever she had to, to save this marriage. "Ilene, I would never ask you to leave your home, regardless of what you did. I have a place to live and it is no hardship for me. It is close to work and paid for by the company so I actually like the arrangement. You might say that it is one of the perks of your indiscretion: that and my new job and signing bonus." That was just cruel and I felt bad after I said it. "I guess I deserve that. Please, come in and sit down. I fixed us a martini, yours with an onion just as you like it. Go, sit and make yourself comfortable. I'll be right in." She left quickly; probably to hide the tears that I saw begin to fill her eyes. I went into the family room and sat down in my recliner. God, I missed that chair. I usually fell asleep in the evening in this chair. I didn't get too comfortable but I was looking forward to a martini. Ilene came back with a pitcher and glasses on a tray that she sat on the coffee table between us. She poured mine and handed it to me with a smile. "I hope that's the way you like it: dry and just chilled." I have to admit it was perfect. And so was she: dressed in a soft silk dress that clung to every one of her curves. She had her hair brushed to a shine and left loose, down her back. Her makeup was flawless as usual and her eyes were highlighted in a way that made them look larger than life. She was a beautiful woman. So beautiful that she often appeared in some of the advertisements that she did for her clients: usually because they asked her to be in them. I had always been proud of her looks and that she was desirable to other men. I never considered that she would actually go to one of them. "I have filets and baked potato with sour cream and chives. There are honeyed carrots and wild rice with onions. I have a chocolate tort for desert. I made a fresh fruit salad and we can start with that. I hope that will be OK?" She clearly had gone all out and I gave her the satisfaction of complimenting her. She beamed. We talked about nothing in particular as we enjoyed our drinks and just relaxed. It was actually very pleasant. I asked her about work and she told me of her new assignment. It was a plum assignment and she was clearly up for the challenge. She had always been very good at what she did and a lot of very highly placed clients asked for her directly. I had always been proud of her, and I had told her so often. This was no exception. We went in to dinner and continued to talk as we ate. The dinner was superb and I enjoyed it immensely. I ate my tort and finished hers as well. Just an old married couple at dinner. Yeah. "Let's have coffee in the family room. You go ahead and I'll bring it in." She carried our plates into the kitchen while I went in. I probably should have helped bus the table but I never did it before and I wasn't going to start now. I did settle back in 'my chair' and got comfortable. I didn't know how long that would last. Ilene walked in and sat down on the couch. She perched on the edge, clearly ill at ease. I wanted to reassure her but didn't. I felt that her unease could be an advantage to me. Then I wondered what I meant by that? "Charlie, I don't quite know what to say to you. I have apologized for what I did, I know that it was wrong and I think I know why I did it. I know that I would never do anything like it again because this pain is so much worse that I could ever have imagined. I just want to begin to put our lives back together but I don't know how." She looked at me with an expression of hopelessness. I was rather shocked. Ilene was always in control and always had the matter well in hand. For the first time that I could remember, she was lost. "I don't know either Ilene. I am completely out of ideas. I never would have expected you to cheat on me and I never expected to cheat on you, but that is what happened. I guess our marriage was not as sound as we believed. I wonder now whether it should survive this." I wanted to make her really know how much she had done to hurt us. "Our marriage was a good one Charlie! It was not weak. I was. I was the one that cheated and that made you do the same thing. The fault was mine and mine alone. Our marriage can survive this. It survived my inability to have children, it survived Tony's medical problems and it can survive this. We just have to do what we have always done: work together to fix things." She looked more like the old Ilene: the one that I always believed was there. Not the Ilene that cheated with Peter. "Those are strong words and words that may be true. I will need some time to make myself believe them. But first, I want you to tell me how I can ever learn to trust you again? What can I do to convince myself that when you are not in my sight, you are being faithful to our marriage vows?" That was after all the important part of this: lack of trust. "You just said it: I have to work to give you back a reason to trust. You have to test me in any way you can think of. If I am at work, you call me. If you are away, you call me. You surprise me by coming home early or showing up at a shoot or talking with my friends. Any thing you can think of to convince yourself that I can be trusted. I have to earn your trust again. That is one of the things that I didn't consider when I decided to cheat: the loss of your trust and faith in me. For my part, I have to behave at all times as though you are by my side. If you wouldn't approve of it, I shouldn't be doing it." It was clear that she had been doing a lot of thinking on this. I wondered if she had help. It sounded a lot like a campaign. I said as much. "You are right. I did have help. I talked with a friend of mine, Robin Parks. She did the same thing I did and her husband divorced her. They tried to make it work after he found out but they couldn't. She said he couldn't forgive what she did. She had an affair that lasted over 6 months, but it was more serious because she actually loved this guy. She did say that trust was not the major issue with them but she did help me come up with those things. She said they had discussed them but they broke up before it came to that. I really want this to work so I went after help." "I am impressed. You are right in that the trust and respect are the critical things in our marriage. That is if I believe that Peter meant no more to you than you say. See that is a problem: believing anything you say. You say you love me; you say Peter was just a fling based on boredom and predictability; you say Peter was the first and only; and you say that you want to put our marriage back together. All things I want to believe but feel a small but nagging suspicion that there is more to this than that. That is what a lack to trust can do." "I know that you don't trust me but I do want to put things back together. Peter was the first and only. That is something you must believe, and I think you know in your heart that's true. If I can't convince you of that, we can't begin to move forward. What can I do?" This was a breaking point. How to convince myself that it was true? "There is nothing that I can think of that would convince me of anything. I will just have to take it on faith and try to move on. But, if I ever catch you in a lie about anything, I will remember this and assume that it is also a lie. Fair enough?" "Yes. I will not lie to you about anything ever again. You may come to regret this but so be it! Now, what can we do to move forward?" "The first thing is for me to move back into the house. I will sleep in the spare room for a while until I think I can be with you again. Right now, the thought of making love to you makes my stomach roll. I don't care how bad you say Peter was, I just visualize his hairy ass pumping up and down between your legs. That makes me sick!" Ilene looked pleased for a minute, then shocked, and then she began to cry. She held her head in her hands while her shoulders moved up and down with her sobs. I wasn't sure why she was crying. The thought of Peter's ass couldn't be any worse to her than to me. "I never thought of the pain and humiliation that I would feel for what I did. I never thought of it the way you would. That I caused you this pain makes me so sick I want to die. The thought of what you must see every time you think of the two of us together is horrible. You may not believe me but what you think is far worse than any thing we did. I told you he was pathetic and he was. I was just a thing that he used for his pleasure. I actually felt nothing but contempt for him. That's why I was going to end it the day you caught us." I honestly felt good because she was hurting. She had hurt me and I wanted her to pay. "I am glad you are moving back home. This is where you should be and I can't begin to make amends until you are home. I would rather you sleep in our bed than in the spare room. I miss you and need you back with me." She was beginning to collect herself and her smile had come back. I admit, the smile was better. "Let's take it slow for a while. I need some time to learn to adjust to being back with you without the trust we used to have. I will have to learn to live a new way. And, I need to let the visions I see every time I look at you die." "Agreed. When can you move back in?" "I'll get my stuff tomorrow and move it then. If that's OK." "That's fine, but why don't you stay tonight?" "Tomorrow. I'll be here just after work. I still have my key and the garage door opener so you don't have to be here." I moved in as agreed and into the spare bedroom. Ilene again tried to talk me into moving back to our bed but I refused. I didn't think I would stay in the spare room for too long, but I had to start somewhere. Things were hard at first as we learned how to interact with each other and what subjects were best left alone. Ilene tried very hard to make it difficult for me to stay in the spare room by her actions and her attire. She was out to seduce me and it only took her two days. On the third evening, she came into the spare bedroom where I had gone to read and watch some TV, dressed in a short nightie that I had never seen before. It was red and was so thin as to be almost transparent. The back was cut clear to her shapely ass and the front dipped down to her belly button, showing lots of cleavage. It was a garment intended only to seduce and it worked on me. "I've never seen that before. Is it new?" She never wore things like that for me before except for a year of so after we were first married. "I bought it today just for you. Do you like it?" She modeled it for me, turning around and bending over so that I could see down the front to her magnificent breasts. "Yes, I like it. Does it come off easily?" "Why don't you take it off and see for yourself?" She moved immediately to the bed and sat down on the edge within easy reach of my eager hands. I slid the straps off her shoulders and the top slid smoothly down to her waist. I noticed that the sides were tied with a small red tie and I quickly undid the knot. The nightie simply fell off onto the bed and she was there naked and willing. I could not refuse, nor did I want to. I pulled her to me and kissed her mouth hungrily. It was as if I was an eager teenager, horny and anxious. I ran my hands over her erect nipples and pinched them between my finger and thumb. She had always liked this and began to moan into my mouth. I dropped one hand between her legs to feel her pussy and found it to be wet and willing. The lips were swelled with desire and I began to finger her with three fingers inserted as far as I could. She began to move against my hand, and then tried to pull my hand away but I resisted. I wanted to do this to her and to have her scream with pleasure. As I continued, I moved the other hand to her clitoris and began to stimulate her that way as well. She was writhing under my ministrations and my tongue was fucking her mouth, as I was finger fucking her with my hand. She only lasted a few minutes before I felt the first orgasm explode in her. She clamped her legs, pinning my hand between her thighs while she came. She was panting into my mouth and her arms were around my neck holding my head against her mouth. She remained this way for what seemed like an hour but was actually only a minute or two. She shuddered and released me. Coming Full Circle Ch. 02 "My God, Charlie. That was incredible! Why haven't you done that before?" She was stretching, looking like a cat that had just devoured a canary. "You would never let me do anything like that before. You hated foreplay and wanted to get right to it. Don't tell me that I never wanted to do these things to you." "I guess you are right. I don't know why I refused to do this before. I hope you can show me more things that you want to do to me. But we have to do you first. Don't we?" With that, she moved up to her knees and bent down over my erect cock. She took it in her tiny hand and began to stroke it up and down, getting it ready for her mouth. She took the head between her lips and laved it with her tongue. She was very good at oral sex but rarely gave me head. She said she didn't like doing it and that she didn't like the taste of cum. Tonight was an exception because she blew me like a pro. She didn't let up until I began to shot my load and then she moved down on my shaft and took it all down her throat. She had never done that before. I had to admit that I loved every minute of it even though I knew it was just part of her plan to win me back. I could learn to enjoy this. We made love together and it was better than it had been in some time. I was able to stay for a longer time since my blowjob and she was able to climax twice while I pumped into her, first missionary style and then doggie fashion. I finally could hold out no longer and came while she was riding me. I loved holding her magnificent tits as she came with me. I watched her face as she closed her eyes and threw her head back with a loud cry. I knew it was good for her as I felt her pussy squeezing my cock dry. That was the first of many nights like that. I was amazed by my staying power, thinking that I had died and gone to heaven. Again, I knew that most of this was her plan to make sure we stayed together and that I would come to trust her again. She seemed to be desperate to make me feel trust. I wanted the same thing, but I continued to feel a small doubt in the back of my mind. I couldn't put a name to it, but it was there and it wouldn't go away. For example, I wondered where she had learned to do the things we were now doing and who she had learned to do them with. I hadn't talked with Sharon for over two weeks and I decided to give her a call the next day from work. It wouldn't do to have Ilene hear me talk to Sharon or even to know that I had talked to her. Just after lunch, I called Sharon but Peter was the one that answered. I told him who it was and asked for Sharon. Peter just grunted and said, "I guess you didn't know. She left me last week and moved out. I don't know where she went and I don't really give a damn." He caught me by surprise since I wasn't aware that Sharon had decided to move out. "Do you have a phone number or some way I can reach her? It's important that I talk to her." "Don't have a clue, and even if I did I wouldn't give it to you. You cost me everything you prick." He blamed me for this? "You were the one fucking my wife and all I did was let your boss know that you were sending me on useless trips so you could get me out of the way. How is that my fault?" "Let me tell you something, you dumb shit. Why do you think I came on to your wife in the first place? Did you think it was just dumb luck? Hell, you don't have a clue." He gave a nasty laugh and continued. "I talked to some of the big guys who were clients of ours. Some of them also used the advertising firm your wife works for. They let me know that there was a hot chick over there that was up for a good time. All you had to do was let her know and she would take it from there. When they told me her name, I knew I had it made. It was Ilene, you asshole." He just laughed as I sat there dumbfounded. Could this be true, or was he just making this up to piss me off. I didn't want to believe him but that little nagging doubt in the back of my mind began to stir. I couldn't continue this conversation so I just hung up without another word. I was in shock and had no idea of what to do next. I had to find Sharon and talk to her. I pulled my notebook and found her cell phone number and called. She answered. "Hello? Is that you Charlie? I thought I recognized the number." Her voice seemed to calm me back down and things came into focus again. "Hi, Sharon. I just talked with Peter and he told me you had moved out. Have you decided to leave him for good?" For some reason, her answer was important to me. "Yes, Charlie, I have. I tried to stay with him but I couldn't. He was abusive and tried to make everything my fault. When I tried to talk to him he just yelled and blamed me for losing his job and for every bad thing that happened. I just couldn't take it any more. So I left. I called Conrad and he set me up in one of the condos where you were staying. I have the one next to where you were." She sounded upbeat and I was glad. "That's great. Not that your marriage broke up but that you are finally making the move away from that no good bum. I just talked with him and he really laid one on me. I need to see you and tell you what he said. I need someone to help me figure out what to do and where to go. Can you meet me tonight? I can come to the condo if that's all right." "Anytime is fine with me Charlie. Just come whenever you can. I'll be there all evening. I'm looking forward to seeing you again. It's been too long; almost a month." "I agree. I'll be there right after dinner. I'll tell Ilene I have some work to take care of and that I'll be late. I'm looking forward to seeing you too. Bye." Ilene was not happy when I told her I had some work to complete but she accepted my explanation. I told her not to wait up on me and that I would try to be home as early as possible. I really didn't want to have to see her that evening until I had done some thinking and talking with Sharon. I got to Sharon's place just after 7:00. She opened the door and I suddenly remembered why I loved this girl. She was absolutely gorgeous! Let's face it, I had two beautiful women in my life and I wasn't sure how I managed that. We talked for a while just to catch up and then I told her what Peter had said on the phone. She listened without comment until I was finished. "I think Peter was telling you the truth about Ilene. I don't know for sure but I heard him talking on the phone to some of his contacts and he mentioned her name a couple of times as someone who 'would take care of him'. I never asked him about it and he didn't discuss it with me. We weren't doing much communicating at the time so it wasn't at the top of my list of things to worry about." She told me this with a sad look on her face. I think it was pity for me. "I know this is something that I have to make sure about so I need to make some plans to visit her at one of her shoots. I can do it unannounced. That would make sense since she used to ask me all the time to come down and watch. She hasn't asked me for the past year or so, though. That might tell me something." "I think that is best and I hope that Peter is wrong. I hope that you find out that nothing is going on and Ilene is still faithful to you. But, you need to be prepared for the worst." With that decided, we had a drink and talked some more. As we talked, things began to get more comfortable and she eventually moved into my arms, just as she had on those evenings we spent together in the motel. I remembered the pleasure she gave me and things just went from there. Without thinking, my hands moved to her breast and I began to fondle her through her sweater. She just moved closer and snuggled into my embrace. With that encouragement, I moved my hand under her sweater and under her bra. She moved slightly forward to make it easier for me to reach behind her and unsnap her bra. She dropped her hand to my erection and began to stroke me. I stood and pulled her to her feet. I removed her sweater and my shirt and she undid my belt. I let my pants fall to the floor while she removed her slacks. We stood before each other clad only in panties and jockeys. I embraced her and reveled in the feel of her tits on my naked chest. She slid her hands under the waistband of my jockeys and slid them down while I did the same for her. We were naked together just as before and I knew what she liked. I went down on her and used my tongue to bring her to a shattering climax. She was still highly susceptible to oral lovemaking and I was very good at it. She shuddered and clung to me while she reached her high and then came back down. She laughed and cried at the same time, but her smile told me that she had enjoyed it. As before, she dropped to her knees and took me in her mouth and began to bring me to the brink. Before I reached that level, however, she stopped and had me lay down on the floor on my back. She straddled me and lowered herself down over my waiting erection. She took my engorged cock in her hand and guided it to her opening. She dropped down, taking it fully inside her. She began to move up and down and I was amazed at the strength in her legs that allowed her to do this. She was fucking me, while I just lay there. It was the most amazing sensation I had ever experienced. I watched her beautiful tits as she moved up and down and the look on her face was rapture. I loved watching her this way. She moved steadily for only a few minutes and then she began to speed up. I watched her face and when she began to pant hard and squeeze her eyes closed, I reached up to grab her nipples and I squeezed them with my fingers. This was enough to bring her to another climax. As I felt her vaginal walls begin to clench my cock, I started to thrust up into her, stroking fast and hard. I was able to climax almost immediately, matching her contractions with my spurting sperm. It was one of the most exciting experiences of my life. We came back down to earth together and we held each other for the longest time. Words were unnecessary. We just basked in the sensations. After about 15 minutes of bliss, I got up to get my clothes in preparation to go home. That was the last thing I wanted to do at that moment but I had no choice. I remembered why I had come to see Sharon and the bliss I had felt evaporated as if it had never been. "I had better go. I don't know what I am going to find out, but whatever it is, I'll live with it. As long as I know you are here, it will make it easier. I don't think we should be together much until everything is settled one way or another. It is too easy for me to just walk away when I know you are here waiting for me." I knew that my marriage was probably over, but I had to continue as if it were still viable. Making love with Sharon was going to make that impossible if it continued. It had to stop, at least for the immediate future. "I agree, Charlie. I will be praying for you. I don't know what I want to happen. Isn't that terrible of me? Part of me wants you to leave Ilene and come to me, but the other part knows that is not right. I will just be here if you need me." She smiled and reached out for me to hold her. I embraced her and held her tightly for a minute and then released her. I left for home, not knowing what I wanted to happen either. The next several days were really bad, trying to stay away from Ilene. She was unaware that any thing was wrong and she wanted to make love the following night. I pleaded a stomachache and slept in the spare room. She let it pass, but she was unhappy. I maintained the stomachache for the next two nights. On the fourth day, she told me that she had a shoot scheduled for the next day and that she would probably be too tired afterwards to make love so that we should do it that night. I finally agreed, running out of excuses. I was able to perform and she went to sleep happy. I lay there wondering what tomorrow would bring. The next day I worked like a dervish all morning, clearing my schedule for that afternoon. I wanted to be sure that I could spend the time I needed to investigate her shoot location and find out what she was doing. I actually expected nothing, thinking that Ilene would not be stupid enough to do anything while she was trying to win me back. I called Ilene at her office just after lunch but, as expected, was told she had left for the afternoon shoot. I told the girl who I was and asked where the shoot was being done. She told me and I decided to pay a visit to watch my wife at work. She often asked me but I never went so this was to be a first. If nothing was wrong I thought she would be delighted with my newfound interest in her career. I caught a cab to the location and saw the site immediately. Lights and cameras and a general commotion surrounded it. I wandered over to look for Ilene. I looked around the site but didn't see Ilene anywhere. I thought that she might be in one of the trailers with the models and decided to wait. I spotted a coffee shop half a block down and across the street and went for a cup of coffee while I waited. I brought my coffee back but remained on the opposite side of the street so that I could see the whole site. I found a place to sit down under a tree directly across from the site. After about 5 minutes, I saw a stretch limo pull up just opposite where I was sitting and in front of the site. I guessed that it was one of the big guys whose shoot it was for. I watched the driver come around the car and open one of the back doors. I was surprised to see him open the door on my side, away from the site. I moved back into the shade of the tree and waited to see who would exit. As the door swung open, I saw a woman setting on some man's lap, kissing him with passion. At the same time, I noticed that the woman's skirt was up around her waist and the man's hand was between her legs, obviously fingering her as they kissed. The driver paid no attention and just held the door. The woman finally pulled away from the man, pushed his hand away and pulled her skirt down. She said something to him and then slid out of the car with her back to me. She bent over to kiss the man again and the driver then shut the door and returned to his seat. The car pulled away, the woman still standing in the street watching as it left. She then proceeded purposefully toward the shoot and went directly over to Robin Parks, my wife's assistant. They spoke for a moment and then both laughed. They both turned in my direction, obviously looking after the departing limo. I saw the woman's face clearly: it was Ilene! I wish I could say that I was totally surprised but I wasn't. I think that little nugget of doubt that I keep noticing at the back of my mind had been trying to tell me things weren't right for some time. I just didn't pay it any mind. It noticed things like the fact that my wife had been faking orgasms for some time now; she was always up for sex except on the days when she had a shoot planned; she wanted me to let her know whenever I was going to call her and she hadn't invited me to a shoot for the last year of so. Our lovemaking since I found her with Peter had been good but she had done things we had never done before. She claimed that Robin was giving her instructions and that she was trying them out on me. She had never done that in the past and had usually tried to keep me from doing anything unusual or new. Now that my little doubting friend had been vindicated, I somehow felt relieved. It was almost as though I had been doing my duty to try to save a marriage that I now realized had been dead for some time. I don't know why Ilene wanted to save it but I guessed the reason had to do with her job. She could have her little flings with the clients and not have to worry about anyone getting serious since she was a married woman. She could insist on discreteness and pretend to be concerned with the repercussions if her 'husband found out.' I called a cab and returned to the office. I told my secretary to hold all my calls and cancel my appointments for the rest of the day. I called my attorney and gave him the grim news that my marriage was dead. He wanted to know the details but I just told him to draw up a 50/50 split of our assets. Since Ilene made almost as much as I did, there would be no question of spousal support. We had made all the arrangements for Tony's college funding so that was also not an issue. He suggested I withdraw all the funds from our joint account and give the proceeds to him. He would then set up a draw account for all bills and necessary expenses. Ilene could find an attorney and he would work with him to open a separate account immediately for her and I would do the same. I asked him when he could have the papers ready for serving and he said that they would be ready tomorrow about noon. I asked him to have Ilene served at work and he agreed. I had done all I needed to do for the moment and I wanted to be alone so I left for the day and went back to my condo. I still had it and had not terminated my lease. I waited until almost 9:00 that evening and then I called Ilene. She answered almost immediately and wanted to know where I was. I told her I was here at the condo and she wanted to know why. "Why aren't you home where you belong? Why are you there? What's wrong Charlie? Talk to me!" "Tell me where you were today at about 2:30? I went down to your shoot to look for you and I couldn't find you. Where were you?" I wanted to see if she could tell me the truth. I expected nothing of the sort and I was right. There was a long pause, an intake of breath and then she must have decided on her lie. "I was there most of the time. I might have gone down to Joe's, the coffee shop close by. Why didn't you just ask Robin? She would have told you where I was. Just because you couldn't find me is no reason to move back to the condo!" She was pretending anger and trying to sound reasonable. "I saw the limo pull up and I saw you get out. Eventually, that is. I wondered if you were just going to wait till he got you off with his hand." Direct and to the point. "I don't know what you are talking about! I wasn't in any limo and I won't listen to this crap. I was there and you just missed me, that's all. I did nothing wrong and I resent you accusing me of something." "Sorry, Ilene. I saw you and I went down there because I had heard rumors that you were always up for a good time. I wanted to see for myself. 'All you had to do was tell her and she would arrange everything': that's what I was told. Several of your ex clients passed the word along and poor Peter is the one that got caught, mainly because he was stupid enough to get greedy. An afternoon wasn't good enough for him." "Charlie, I don't know what you think you saw and I don't know what you have heard. It just isn't true. Please, you have to believe me. Charlie, I love you. You know that now. Haven't I proved it to you over this last month? Haven't we made beautiful love together? I know you have enjoyed it and so have I. Please, Charlie, please!" "I enjoyed it that's for sure, but you have been faking orgasms most of the time. That is just a tiny little lie, but it is a lie. If I were pleasing you, why would you have to fake it? I guess it is because you have been with so many others that it is getting hard to get off anymore. I am apparently not enough for you now." That would explain why she had to fake it. I now knew the truth and it should have been painful. Surprisingly it wasn't as bad as I expected. How about that? "Charlie, please come home. We have to talk. I know I can convince you that I love you and only you. I can quit my job if that is what you want and that will convince you that I want to have you in my life. I will stay home and never go to another shoot. I'll never see another man but you and we can love each other all the time." Coming Full Circle Ch. 02 "I gave you a second chance to show your love for me. You showed me something but it wasn't love as I know it. I don't think we have anything else to say to each other. My lawyer will contact you soon to start things moving. I will let you call Tony and tell him whatever you choose." I hung up then and just stared at the wall. This was the end of my life as it had been for the past 18 years. I didn't know how I felt about it just now. As I sat there in my condo, alone and uncertain about my future, the only thing that came to mind was Sharon. She was the only thing that I was sure about. I knew that I loved her and I thought there was a chance she felt the same way about me. She was so young but she seemed to be a part of me already. It was as if she was the piece of my life that had been missing and now I had found it. I knew that now wasn't the time to talk to her, not before I had taken the next steps with Ilene. That part of my life had to be dealt with first and it had to be closed. I had started the process and now I had to see it through. The papers were served on Ilene the next day at her office. From what I heard, she did not take it well. She screamed, she cried, she called me names and she finally left to see her own lawyer. I wasn't surprised. Ilene liked to control things and when she couldn't she went slightly nuts. It would be like her to want to fight this. I hoped she wouldn't but I would play dirty if I had to. I had Sharon, Peter, Conrad and I knew some of the big boys she had partied with. I could get affidavits from some of them if I had to. I told my attorney to make sure she knew that I was prepared to go that far. He conveyed my message and apparently it was enough to make her back down. Things proceeded. It was two months later that I received a call from my attorney. It seems that Ilene wanted a face to face with me before she would agree to sign the divorce papers. This was the final stage and it was important that she sign, so I agreed to meet with her. We set a date to meet at my attorney's offices and I was there at the appointed time. Ilene came into the small conference room set aside for our meeting. She looked well, as beautiful as ever, and not the least bit nervous. I was intrigued to say the least. I waited for her to begin. "You are looking well, Charlie. I hope everything is going good for you. I was hoping that you might look a little worse but I see that isn't the case. You apparently aren't unhappy that this is over." She smiled at me. Apparently I was expected to make some comment at this point. "I can say the same for you. You look as beautiful and self-assured as always. I guess this is a blessing for you in a way. You are now free to do as you were doing but without any worry about me, or my finding out. I'm glad for you." I said this with a small amount of anger but well controlled, or so I thought. She just looked at me for a minute. I couldn't get over how beautiful she was. "No, that isn't true Charlie. I haven't slept well since you left and I have lost about 7 pounds. Maybe that isn't a bad thing. I am still working but I don't go on the shoots anymore and I don't interact with the clients alone, now. I look this way because I am very good with makeup, as you know. I regret what I did and I can't tell you why I did it." She wouldn't meet my eyes as she spoke. I don't think she was really seeing anything but concentrating intently on what she wanted to say. "I can tell you that it began just after Tony moved out, as I indicated when you caught me with Peter. I think that was what started it all. Tony was gone, you and I were in a rut and you didn't seem to need me much at all. If we made love, it was predictable. We never went on vacation, just for the two of us. I guess things changed and I didn't want to let go of the excitement. Having a teenager at home was commotion all of the time and when he left, I missed it. With all of his problems, I guess I had invested my emotions so heavily in him that when he left, he took a part of me with him. I don't know why I turned to infidelity as a way to replace it but I did. That is all there was to it. Fun? No. Exciting? No. Did I enjoy lying to you and deceiving you? No. But I did it anyway. Peter was no exception. Of all the men I was with, none made me feel anything other than a cheap thrill that lasted only till it was over. I honestly don't even remember their names. I never had an orgasm with any of them and I would come home to you but not be with you, because of the betrayal. I couldn't do that to you: be with another man that day and you that night. I wouldn't stoop that low." "I began to realize that what I was doing was going to get me into trouble, but I couldn't bring myself to stop. When you and I got back together after Peter, we made love the first time and I felt like I used to feel. It was wonderful. The next time was good but not as good and then we began to experiment. That made you feel good but it made me remember where I had learned most of those things and the guilt was so terrible that I could not relax and enjoy it with you. I faked those orgasms because I couldn't tell you why I couldn't enjoy it. I was torn even then and I was in hell. I know that you knew something was wrong but you didn't know what and I couldn't tell you." She finally lowered her gaze to me and I could see tears in her eyes. She was being totally honest and that was probably a good thing. At least she was able to get it out on the table now, even though it would make no difference. "I had to tell you these things so that I could go on with my life. I don't know what I will do or where I will go because you are the only man I ever loved and I don't think I will ever love another man like that. I will miss you more that you can imagine. I hope that we can be friends and that we can still share our love for our son. He is a bond that we share that can't be broken by any of my mistakes." "It was important that I tell you these things, not for you but for me. I had to be sure that you knew that you were never the issue and that you did nothing to bring this about. I have spoken to Tony, and he knows why we are divorcing. I didn't go into details, but he knows I was unfaithful. He will probably want you to try to fix things, but I told him that was not going to happen. You will need to speak to him soon. He needs to know there is no hope of our reconciling." This was apparently all she wanted to say. I can't begin to describe the feelings I had. I was sad, so very sad. The sadness was crushing! I came into the room feeling only slightly down, knowing the end was in sight, but this was something else. The end of 18 years of loving the same woman so much that most of the time I was unaware that we were two separate people. I know that's hard to understand but it was true. And in spite of what people will say, the deeper the love, the stronger the pain when it is betrayed. That was true, oh so very true! I couldn't trust myself to say anything to her at this time. I just sat there with my head down, holding back tears that were fighting to get out. I couldn't speak and I couldn't look at her. I remained this way until I heard her leave the room. When the door closed, I broke down and cried. I was unaware of time passing but when I finally dried my eyes and looked up, I saw my attorney setting there, waiting for me to recover. "I'm sorry Charlie. I can't even guess how you must be feeling right now. It is very easy to divorce someone if you never have to see them or talk to them. But someone always gets hurt badly in these things and I guess it is you in this case. Maybe you don't want to know this, but Ilene signed the papers and left her copy here with me. I can file these tomorrow and you will be single again 30 days later. It is all over but the final decree." After that day in the lawyer's office, life went on for me. I returned to work with a vengeance and our department became a great place to work and we had more jobs than we could handle. Our reputation as a 'get it done' shop was increasing and we were swamped. I had to hire 4 more people and everyone got a raise and bonuses. Conrad was so happy with me that he promoted me to executive VP with perks that made my life even more comfortable than it had ever been. It had now been just over a year since my divorce. Sharon moved in with me after her divorce became final and we were quite happy. She was all that I thought she would be and we made love as often as we could. She found a job at a clinic close by and began work there. It seems she had a master's degree in business and they wanted an office manager. She seemed to like it and things were good between us for about a year. I was surprised that I could keep up with her but her lifestyle was very low-key for someone her age. We enjoyed going out for dinner and dancing once in a while and we took some time off to travel, which we both enjoyed. Things went this way until one day she asked if we could talk. "My sweet Charlie. I don't know how to say this any other way but to just say it. I met someone and I really want to pursue it. I think we may have a chance at a real relationship. He is about my age and he is a doctor. He is also divorced and he has a daughter 5 years old. We have only had lunch together a couple of times but he asked me out on a real date. I told him I would think about it." She looked at me to get my reaction. "I guess you took me by surprise. I know we never discussed how this would go if it happened but I also remember you telling me that if it did, you would be honest and up front about it. I'm glad you kept your promise." How did I feel? I wasn't sure but there was no anger or pain, of that I was sure. I loved Sharon, but it wasn't the same love I used to feel for Ilene. It was more of a close friend? I didn't know. "Charlie, I love you so much but it isn't the kind of love that makes me want to continue this way. I think you feel the same thing. I can tell that we are slowly drifting apart and I think it is because we haven't found that special person to live our lives with. I'm not yours and you are not mine. I hope you understand what I am saying?" She looked anxious that I follow her in this. "I'm just trying to get my head around this. I am not mad or anything and I do love you too, but you are right. Something is missing and we are not where we were a year ago. So, if you want to begin dating this doctor, you have my blessing. I will begin tomorrow looking for a place to buy but you can stay here as long as you like. It's time we move on to the next stage of our lives. Thank you for reminding me." I smiled at her and she came into my arms. We embraced and I kissed her lips as I always did, but somehow, it now felt different. She kissed me back and then pulled away with a smile on her beautiful face. "Thank you Charlie. You have been there for me through all of the hard times these past months, and I hope I have been there for you. I love you and will always love you. And if you need me, you just have to call. I will drop everything and come to you. I just hope that you won't need me for a long time." She looked so young in her happiness and I realized the difference in our ages, not for the first time but perhaps now for the last time. This was right, more for her than for me, but right. I found a great duplex in a nice part of town and moved in three weeks later. Sharon helped me furnish it and she did most of the decorating. Her doctor, Jonathan, paid a visit and he seemed to understand the relationship between Sharon and me. He and I developed a good relationship and I fully approved. I asked her about him and she said that she had told him the whole story and he was fine with it. As long as it was over, that is. After about 6 weeks, she told me she was in love and he had proposed to her. She said it was too early to give him an answer but that she wanted to continue to date for a while. She said he was disappointed but that he would continue to try to win her over. I was happy for her and told her not to wait too long. Without Sharon, life settled down to a low murmur. I had no close friends and I normally worked quite long hours. I spent what little free time I had reading, watching TV or just relaxing. I usually either went out to dinner or had something delivered. I talked with Tony every week and he came to visit me on holidays. He tried early on to talk to me about Ilene but I made it clear to him that our relationship was off limits. He eventually stopped and we discussed it only in general terms. It had now been almost three years since that final conversation with Ilene in the lawyer's office. I was watching TV late one evening just before Thanksgiving when the phone rang. It was Ilene. I was surprised since I didn't think she knew my number. She was hardly coherent and she was crying. I tried to calm her down to find out what was going on. She finally got out that Tony had been in an accident and was in the hospital in critical condition. She said that she was too afraid to drive, feeling the way she did so I asked her where he was and I hung up, promising to get there as soon as I could. It was at least an hour away. I dressed and left in record time. The drive was hectic but without much traffic since it was late and the rush hour was over. The hospital was in a small town just off the freeway and I had been there before so I knew where to go. I parked as close as I could and ran into the lobby. I got a visitor's pass and the receptionist told me where to go. I ran for the elevators and got to the nurse's station on the fifth floor to find someone to tell me how he was. "Your son is in intensive care but he is in stable condition. We have just upgraded his condition to serious. He was in a car accident and his neck was fractured and he had some internal injuries, but he is going to be fine with no paralysis. We have him in traction so he will be very uncomfortable for a while but it is critical that we keep him immobile. He can talk and hear you without problem so you can visit him. Just don't stay too long." This was the doctor on call and he was one that had operated on Tony. He seemed quite confident and that made me feel a lot better. I went into Tony's room and was shocked to see the apparatus he was connected to. "I guess this is the traction that the doctor told me about?" He was awake and smiled when he saw me. "I have to be in this contraption for at least three weeks. After that, they will put a 'traveling cast' on me. That's what the doc called it. At least I can move around with that. I'm sorry that I had to drag you out so late pop. I was on my way home to see mom when I lost control on a wet patch and hit a tree. Really stupid, huh?" "Your mother called me as soon as it happened I guess. I didn't know she had my number. I never gave it to her. Did you?" I was curious at how much he shared with her. "Yea, I gave it to her a long time ago. I'm surprised this is the first time she has called you. I guess you two don't talk, do you?" "We haven't talked to each other in almost three years. The last time was in my lawyer's office the day she signed the final divorce papers. I was surprised that I recognized her voice since she was really in a bad way when she called. I promised to call as soon as I saw you. If it's OK, I'll call her now?" "Sure. At least something good will come out of this. You two will have to talk a little." He smiled when he said this and I smiled back. He was right. I put in a call to Ilene, asking Tony what the number was. I was not surprised to find that she had changed it. She answered immediately and I told her the good news. I gave her the information that the doctor had given me and she seemed to relax a little. She said that she wasn't in any condition to drive after hearing about the accident but she knew that I would make the trip. That was why she called me. "If you would like, I can pick you up tomorrow and bring you here with me when I come. If that's all right?" "I would really appreciate that, if it isn't too uncomfortable for you. I'll call and take some time off to be with Tony till he comes home." "No problem at all. Tony wants to talk to you so I'll hold the phone for him while he talks. I'll call you tomorrow to arrange a time to pick you up. Goodbye." With that I held the phone while Tony reassured Ilene that he was going to live. After Tony hung up, we talked a little until he grew tired. I said good night to him and made the long trip back home, much more relaxed than the trip up. I was curious as to how I would feel tomorrow when it was time to see Ilene. While I hadn't talked to her in over three years, I also had not seen her at all during that time. I picked Ilene up at 1:30 the next day to make the trip to see Tony. I was pleasantly surprised to see her. She was as beautiful as ever: maybe even more so. Her hair was long and curled in soft waves. She was dressed in a tailored suit that accentuated her figure and her face was flawless as always. She still made me choke up when I looked at her. She came out to the car and I opened the door for her. She smiled her thanks at me and slid into the seat. That smile really jolted me! I got myself under some control as I walked around the car to get back in. The trip was pleasant. We talked as old friends who hadn't seen each other for some time. I listened in surprise as she told me she had quit her job at the old advertising firm and took a new one with a smaller company. She said she took a reduction in pay that was difficult at first but that their principles were more to her liking. I didn't ask what that meant. She also told me that she had sold the house and found a smaller cottage just outside the city that she much preferred. She said there was room for Tony and her, which was all she needed. Tony told me she had sold the house but nothing more. After we had exhausted most of the routine things, she asked me how Sharon was. I told her that Sharon was dating a doctor with a young daughter and that she was in love. I also mentioned that he had asked her to marry him but she was not quite ready. I glanced sideways at her to see if she knew this. From her reaction, she didn't. I guessed that Tony had kept his word and our relationships were not open to discussion. I also mentioned that I had a new place and she indicated that Tony had mentioned that. We were silent for a while and then I asked her if she had a new love interest. She was quiet for a moment and finally said, "I don't date, so it is not easy to have a love interest. As a matter of fact, the last time I was with a man was the day you left me. I don't even remember his name." This was said as a matter of fact and without any inflection. As I wondered about that, she asked me the same question. "None, since Sharon and I decided that we were not staying together. The dating scene is really not my cup of tea. I spend most of my evenings at home. It is not too bad after the rat race during the day. We have been very busy and it takes all of my time and effort just to stay with it." "I know that your department is really doing quite well. We refer all of our clients to you as the best in the area. Congratulations. You have made quite a name for yourself, and I am proud of you." This was said with some feeling. I was strangely pleased to have her voice her pride in me. "Thank you. I really value your opinion. It was all I had for awhile and I think that I just gave myself to it as a result. It seems to have paid off. I now have 12 people working for me and I am the newest executive VP. Some nice perks came with that. I have stock options and bonuses that I really don't know what to do with. Tony will benefit so all is not lost." Coming Full Circle Ch. 02 We had arrived at the hospital so any further discussion would wait till the trip home. We spent a pleasant afternoon with our son and it was good to watch the relationship between him and his mom. They were obviously devoted to each other and it was good to see that Tony never blamed his mother for our problems. Beside the daily phone calls, we made the trip three more times to see Tony before we could bring him home. I got to know Ilene again and we made the first tentative steps toward friendship. I welcomed that after all this time. Up to this point, we had avoided any discussion of the past. I don't think either of us wanted to open that wound. Having Tony home also helped in that we didn't discuss anything personal in his presence. Tony decided to postpone his final year of college while he healed and we agreed that he needed the time. His neck was still in a rigid cast and he didn't need any demands on him right now. He decided that he would like to stay with me since we had not been together much since the divorce. He usually stayed with Ilene when he came home and I saw him infrequently. I offered to fix up one of the rooms for him with a hospital bed and any equipment he would need. Ilene had no problem with that arrangement so we moved him in to my duplex. Ilene was impressed with it and wanted to know all about it. I gave her the tour and she really liked the layout and the space. I told her that Sharon was responsible for the decorating. She said she knew Sharon had good taste; she was with me after all. It was a four bedroom, two level duplex with a master bedroom down and it had plenty of space. I don't know why I bought one so large, but I did. It was fun having Tony there and it was also pleasant having Ilene visit. I felt more in control that way and as a result was willing to let things develop. Tony and I talked a lot and I began to learn some things of interest. He told me that Ilene did not date at all, and rarely went out in the evenings. He knew that because he called her almost every night and she was always home. If she did go out, it was with a woman she worked with and it was usually business related. If she did go out she always called him if she was going to be late. To her, late meant after 9:00 and she always told him where she would be and how she could be reached. He also told me that she was the boss where she worked but never went out on shoots or locations. She always sent the other people in her department. She would often talk with them on the phone to arrange certain things but never went on site. He asked her why one time and she just shrugged her shoulders and told him she no longer had any interest in them. I asked him if she ever talked about our divorce and he said she wouldn't talk about it. She said I could tell him about it if I chose. I asked him what he knew and he said that Mom always said it was all her fault but she wouldn't tell him any more. He said she cried a lot the year after the divorce but seemed to finally get past it. He just didn't think she had much fun any more. I admit I thought a lot about what Tony told me. While Sharon and I finally grew apart and went our separate ways, Ilene and I had been torn apart and we were both just wandering around, going nowhere. I thought I had found something with Sharon but the differences between us were too great for a lasting relationship. I wondered what kind of relationship Ilene and I could have. I planned to have that discussion with her at the first opportunity. About a month later, Tony had his cast removed and the doctor wanted to insert some screws in his cervical vertebra to give the fracture more strength. He felt that doing it now would benefit him for the rest of his life. We all agreed to do it even though it meant Tony being in the hospital for at least three days. This time there would be no cast so we scheduled the operation for the end of that week. Both Ilene and I scheduled time off to be available for the duration. The operation went off without a hitch and Tony was fine. We stayed with him until we knew everything was going to be all right. We left him afterwards and headed for home, both of us with a feeling that things were finally going to be OK. On the way, I decided that the time was right for my discussion. After we had been on the road for a while, I began: "Ilene, have you thought of where you think our relationship is going? We share Tony and he has at least brought us to the point of a tentative friendship. If it is to develop further, we need to be aware of what we both expect. How do you feel about that?" She seemed to be thinking of how to respond because she turned to me and began to speak a couple of times but stopped each time. She lapsed into silence for so long that I thought she was not going to answer. She finally sighed, and spoke. "I can only answer you in part by saying that I would like a relationship with you that could become more than just friendship. I say in part, because I said something like that about our relationship once before and even told you how you could learn to trust me. You remember: it was all lies." She stopped again but I knew she was not finished and I allowed her to take the time she needed. "I told you that day in the lawyer's office that I only loved one man and that was you. Nothing has changed. But I also know that you lost trust and faith in me then and I can't blame you, so you see there is nothing I have to offer you. I lost everything when I betrayed our relationship and I have nothing to give you that would allow you to trust me." She exhaled as though it had cost her a great deal to say what she had. "So you see the problem? I don't know how we can go forward." This was a subject that I had given a lot of thought to and I had a thought that I wanted to put to her. It was too serious to allow me to drive and talk at the same time so I pulled over to the side of the road and turned to face her. "I appreciate what you are saying, and I agree. But we have one thing going for us now that we didn't have then. We are not married and we have no claim on each other. If we decided to take our relationship farther than just friendship, it would be as two independent but consenting adults. If either of us wanted to end the relationship it would be only a matter of saying so. If we strayed, it would only be of concern if the other cared. If we cared then we would simply walk away and end the relationship. Maybe some small pain but no more." I looked to her to see her reaction. "I see what you are saying. So, in other words, trust is not an issue and there are no promises to be true to. Neither of us could be unfaithful since no commitment to the other has been made?" She got it immediately. "That's right. You and I could go back to my place right now and we could make love and it would be between you and me and no one else. If we enjoyed each other, we could continue, but if either of us had a reason to stop, we would just say so." I waited for her response. "That's a very interesting proposal. You would have no need to trust me because I have made no promises to you." She looked pensive for a minute. I responded by saying. "That's right and I would expect nothing from you except your willingness to be with me. If at some point, you felt that wasn't enough, we could simply end it." She was quiet for a moment and then said in a soft voice, "I think it might be worth trying. Would starting right now be a problem for you? I don't know whether you had something else planned tonight, but I would like to start now, if you would." I glanced over to see her smiling. "I think tonight is a great idea. My place might be best because I do have that great big shower and that huge Jacuzzi. Would you like to stop at your place to get anything?" "I don't think I will need anything to wear tonight. If you have some pajamas that I could wear for tomorrow morning, that would be enough." She giggled like a little girl and I was happy to hear it. I realized that I had missed this kind of closeness. Sharon and I had a little of it since she was so outgoing, but I needed the familiarity of someone I knew as well as I knew Ilene to open up that way. I started the car and resumed our trip home, but now with a little more enthusiasm. Ilene moved over to sit next to me as I drove and she placed her hand on my thigh. She rubbed my leg softly and I could feel my erection growing. She glanced down to see it as well and put her hand on it as she looked at me. "Do you want me to do this?" she asked softly. I didn't trust myself to speak but when I nodded yes, she smiled, reached over and pulled my zipper down. Reaching in, she freed my engorged cock from confinement and bent down to engulf it with her mouth. I was pleasantly surprised and put one hand on her head and gently stroked her hair. I told her that I was probably not going to last very long and that I would tell her when I was about to cum. She stopped long enough to tell me not to bother and went back to giving me a blowjob that made that trip a little more dangerous. True to her word, I came in buckets and she swallowed it all. Afterwards she snuggled against me and I heard her humming a little tune as I drove. As we headed for my duplex, I realized that I was happy again for the first time in almost three years. I wasn't foolish enough to believe that our problems were in the past and I was sure that I would never get back to considering marriage, but a closer relationship with a woman that I knew as well as I knew Ilene was worth having. We would see where it would go. The end.