228 comments/ 165224 views/ 98 favorites Divide and Conquer By: FrancisMacomber I suppose most men learn their wife is having an affair by arriving home at the wrong time, overhearing an imprudent conversation or finding physical evidence like soiled panties. My enlightenment was different: my wife sent me an email. Actually, Ann didn't email me intentionally, although Freudians might say otherwise. My guess is that her email program automatically suggested my name as her intended addressee and she clicked it without checking. That's certainly easy to do, especially if you're in a hurry. Whatever the case, I was bemused to receive a note from my wife of eighteen years entitled "About Yesterday." Since "yesterday" was a rather ordinary Wednesday, I wondered why Ann would write me an email about it. Opening the message, I found the following: Divide and Conquer "That's ridiculous," Mark huffed. "Very well, make us another reservation." The girl shook her head sadly. "I'm sorry, sir, but the hotel is completely booked up. And unfortunately, with the convention in town, most of the other major hotels are also sold out. But you might have some luck at one of the smaller motels near the airport." When Ann heard the last comment, her face turned red and she clenched her fists. As Mark continued to fulminate against the clerk and the hotel, she yanked angrily on his sleeve. "Never mind," she said in a loud hiss, "let's get out of here. I'm not in the mood anyway." With that she turned and stalked off for the parking lot, with Mark behind her trying to placate her and tossing out alternatives. It was clear that he wasn't having much luck. I waited until they had both driven away in their cars before leaving my post in the lobby. "My work here is done," I thought gleefully. When Ann got home that night, I stopped her at the door. "Don't even bother to come in the house; we're going out." Before she could object, I took her arm and escorted her out to my car. After holding the door for her, I went around to my side and began to drive. "What is all this?" she asked. "Where are we going?" "I thought you might enjoy a little surprise tonight," I told her with a smile. With that, I turned on the car radio to some soft mood music and proceeded to drive in silence. She watched me curiously, trying to guess what I had in store for her. She became obviously uneasy when she saw me pull into the parking lot of the Hyatt. "Why are we coming here?" she asked nervously. "You'll see," I told her with a wink. Once inside the hotel elevator, I pushed the button for the top floor, and we soon emerged into the Hyatt's rooftop restaurant in their signature rotating dome. When I reached the maitre d's station and gave him my name, he checked his reservation list. "Ah, there you are -- right on time," he said. With that he led us to a table on the outer rim where we could look out over the lights of the city. "Why did you pick this place," Ann asked suspiciously. "No special reason," I told her untruthfully, "I just thought it would make a pretty setting for my pretty wife." She smiled tensely at my compliment. "But how did you manage to get a table for us? I heard there was a big convention in town." "Oh, that was no problem," I said carelessly. "I just called today for a reservation." Ann didn't react to my comment, but I knew my success stood in sharp counterpoint to Mark's fiasco this afternoon. Actually, I had actually made my reservation as soon as I learned of their plans for a rendezvous. "I've taken the liberty of ordering for you," I continued. "I hope you don't mind." She told me she was grateful for my thoughtfulness and began to relax. She was even more gratified when the waiter brought out an ice bucket holding a bottle of champagne. After we drank several toasts that I made to her, she got really relaxed. And when the server brought out oysters on the half shell for the next course, she was delighted. I'm not a big fan of oysters, but Ann loves them. For the main course, the waiter brought out a Salmon Nicoise salad with black olive vinaigrette dressing. Ann was suitably impressed. "I would have guessed you'd order something heavy, like a big steak," she said with a smile. "This is perfect." "I know you like salads, babe," I told her. "Besides, we don't want to get too full." She looked at me inquiringly, but I said nothing more. For dessert the waiter brought out two bowls of fresh raspberries with a dollop of whipped cream on top, accompanied by liqueur glasses filled with Grand Marnier. It was the perfect ending, and Ann loved it all. As we drove home, Ann released her seat belt and snuggled up against me. It appeared that the alcohol and the oysters were having the desired effect. Besides, I felt that she had to be frustrated and horny after the failures of her most recent trysts. When we got home, I steered her straight up the stairs to our bedroom. "Why don't you slip into your nightgown," I suggested, "while I attend to other matters." When she turned toward her closet, I darted down the hall to the guest bedroom to make sure everything was ready. When I returned, I was pleased to see that she had chosen a sheer black gown that simultaneously hid and revealed the curves of her body. I led her down the hall to the guest bedroom, which was now glowing with scented candles placed strategically around the turned-down bed. As she stood gazing in wonder at my arrangements, I came up behind her and slipped a sleep mask over her eyes. "Touch and smell will be the only senses you'll need tonight," I told her as I led her over to the bed and slipped off her gown. Then I stretched her out on the fresh linen sheet. "Smell this," I said, waving a bottle of almond-scented oil under her nose. Then I poured a small quantity into my hands to warm it and began to rub it onto her feet. She groaned with pleasure as I gave her an abbreviated foot massage. But I didn't stay with her feet for long this time. Soon, I began moving up her legs, spending extra time on her calf and thigh muscles to make sure she was completely relaxed. I saw her buttocks tense in anticipation, but I bypassed her pussy to give her abdomen and stomach muscles a gentle rub down. Moving on, I also avoided her breasts, working instead on her upper chest and her arms. When I had reached her finger tips, I gently rolled her over onto her stomach and proceeded to repeat the same process up the back of her legs. I spent extra time on her buttocks and back, massaging her muscles firmly but not painfully until she was groaning again in enjoyment. Once more I rolled her over, and this time I began working on her chest, circling her breasts and gently manipulating them, but delaying touching her sensitive nipples. By the time I moved to them and began to twirl and pinch them lightly, they were fully erect and Ann was moaning continuously. After a few minutes of that treatment, I slipped back down to her feet and began running my hands lightly up her legs. With her legs bent at the knee, I ran my finger tips from her kneecaps down her inner thighs toward her pussy. Now her hips began a strong rocking motion in anticipation of what she hoped was to come. Even in the flickering light, I could tell that she was already lubricating heavily. But instead of touching her as she expected, I suddenly bent down and enveloped her entire pussy in my mouth, swiping my flattened tongue over the outer labia. She gave a huge groan and thrust her hips as high off the bed as she could to try to increase the contact. I grasped her buttocks with my hands and held her pussy up to my mouth, circling her vagina with my tongue to increase her need. Then I laid her hips back down on the bed so that I could pull the lips of her pussy apart with my fingertips. This fully revealed her beckoning grotto as well as the now erect clitoris that guarded its depths. I moved my mouth close and gently blew across her sensitive parts. Ann's hips were now bucking as though she was in the throes of intercourse. When I slithered my tongue down into her depths, Ann uttered an almost desperate groan. Finally, I used my lips to seize her clitoris and began to vibrate my tongue rapidly over its swollen surface. She shrieked, exploded in orgasm and then collapsed back on the bed. As she lay there panting, I followed her down, continuing to play my tongue gently over her pussy. Soon her hips resumed their thrusting as I rekindled the urgency within her. As her moaning resumed, I added my finger, rotating it upward to work the sensitive area at the top and front of her vagina. The added stimulation quickly drove her to her second orgasm. Not giving her a chance to come down from her peak, I quickly knelt between her thighs and used my cock to continue to stimulate her pussy. As I rubbed it over her clitoris, she began to respond again, and when I sensed the time was right, I smoothly slid it into her. I stroked her steadily, never quite bottoming out but reversing course like a piston pumping in a cylinder. She began to moan again, and as I slowly increased my pace, her moans rose in frequency and pitch. I delayed as long as I could until my own passion took over and I pulsed in and out of her as fast and as hard as possible. Her moans turned into a long drawn-out scream echoed by my own grunts until we both exploded and collapsed. Rousing myself, I pulled the sleep mask off of her face. Her eyes were closed; she had either passed out or collapsed from exhaustion. Taking a deep breath, I picked her up, carried her back to our bedroom and placed her on our bed. Then I covered her with the sheet, and she quickly dropped off to sleep. I gave myself a quick sponge bath in the sink before returning to the bed. As I fell asleep, I was quite pleased at the way the evening had gone. Normally, Ann and I are on different schedules when we get up for work, but the next morning she made a special point of rising early. When I went downstairs, I found that she had already made coffee and fixed breakfast for me. When I looked at her, her eyes were sparkling. "Thank you, baby. Last night was really something special for me," she told me fervently. "I'm so glad you liked it," I replied. "I know I'll remember that for a long, long time." She beamed at me. I felt that I was making real progress with Ann, but later that day I intercepted an email exchange that let me know Mark was still trying to get together with her. Divide and Conquer Coldly I interrupted her, handing her another set of papers. "And in case you're wondering about Mark, here's a copy of the email I sent to Bobbi this evening with a copy of the detective's report attached. Underneath that, you'll find a similar email I sent to your sister Miriam explaining why I'm divorcing you." She moaned in anguish and began to sob again. "I just don't understand. You were so loving and caring all these weeks. I can't believe you'd do such a cruel thing now. Didn't all that mean anything?" "My dear," I said evenly, "when you embarked on your sordid little affair, you ended all the love I felt for you. So I've spent the last few weeks working to end your relationship with Mark. As for the way I treated you, well, I wanted to make sure you'd know how much you'd lost when you betrayed me. My goal was to take away from you the same things you'd taken from me, and as best I can tell, my plan has worked perfectly!" Ann collapsed on the sofa, sobbing piteously. Before I walked away, I reached over and set the book of Poe short stories I'd been reading on top of the other documents I'd given her. The text was still open to "The Cask of Amontillado," and I'd used a highlighter to mark the passage containing the Montresor family motto for her to see: