0 comments/ 54619 views/ 6 favorites Husband and our Financial Planner By: maninconn This is the fourth episode in the Financial Planner saga. The first three episodes were told from the points of view of 1) the client/lover, 2) the planner/wife, and 3) the cuckolded husband of the planner. This episode is told from the point of view of the client's wife, the last one to learn the facts in the whole matter, and then was driven by revenge into the middle of it. * Dear Ann, I met your husband today. He came to my house on the pretense of beginning piano lessons. He wound up cumming in his pants on my piano bench. It was interesting to watch in a pitiful sort of way. He then tried to seduce me while I helped him clean up and get into a pair of my husbands pants. Funny, now I know you both have been in my husband's pants. I thought fucking your husband in return would get me some measure of satisfaction. Actually I barely noticed his little dick in me, so it did nothing. I do understand why you went looking for someone new! I have some reservations about the investments my husband made with your help. However I'm a bit afraid to speak directly to you about them, since I'm not sure I could contain my rage about what you've done to my life. Don't worry though, I'll just call your office and speak with the sales manager. I'm sure he'll understand why I am by passing his representatives and going directly to him. Have a nice day. Nan * Dear Jon, As I write this, you are sitting on the front doorstep locked out of the house. I guess the impact of your actions is hitting you. We are no longer a couple. My family now consists of two kids away at school, and one here at home with me. You are no longer welcome. I will pack your things and leave them outside the garage door. I will send an e-mail to your blackberry whenever something is ready, please pick them up promptly, but after dark so we don't have to see you. Don't bother to call or respond to these e-mails, I won't answer. You can reach me through Jeff, my lawyer. Yes, I've already talked to your brother, he is so pissed that you treated me like this, he agreed to handle my side of the divorce for free. I never want to see you again. Nan * Dear Mike, Thank you for your eventual honesty today. I realize you were driven by revenge and don't hold that against you. I felt the same way when I let you feel like you were seducing me. I suspected something was amiss with my marriage when Jon started meeting your wife and told me I didn't need to come along. That was so out of character for us, we always shared everything. I don't regret our tryst this morning, but I also do not want to repeat it. I would like to call on you as a witness for my divorce proceedings. Jon and I had a pre-nuptial agreement that includes a clause giving everything uncontested to the victim if one of us starts cheating. Sincerely, Nan * As soon as I finished typing my third e-mail, I heard a knock at the back door. I guess Jon had read my message on his blackberry, as he was now pleading to talk to me. He begged to work something out. I went to the desk drawer in the den, took out his brother's business card, and taped it to the window of the deck door, so he could read it. I was happy I had called Jeff and Ann's boss Ed before I sat down to let the principals in this affair know how I felt. Jeff had been so upset when I told him what was going on. He has always liked me, and on many occasions told me he would do anything for me. He never said that in a sleazy way though. There was never any sexual undertone in those offers. He was so in love with his wife, I could never suspect him of any intent that was less than pure. That was a characteristic of Jon's family. Their home lives were remarkably stable. His grandparents had celebrated heir 60th wedding anniversary the year after we had married. They were always so sweet together, and bent over backwards to make sure each other was happy. Even in their 80's, every Sunday afternoon, Grandpa would get a twinkle in his eye, and insist Grandma go up and "take a little nap." We all knew there was no napping going on, even though they were discreet and quiet as mice. I remember how lucky I thought they were to have found true love, as Grandpa gently escorted her up the stairs. I always felt a warmth in my heart, hearing them pad down the hall to their room, and then hearing the quiet click of the door being prudently locked. After a while, they'd come downstairs again, smiling the smiles of lovers who had just shared each other's bliss. Jon's parents too were inseparable. They did everything as a couple. They shared household chores as well as pastimes, finished each other's sentences, read each others minds, and even had come to dress alike, although quite subconsciously. Jon's two brothers had learned from their parents and grandparents, and were both amazing husbands and fathers. When Jon's mom had passed away last year, Dad had been inconsolable, and his devotion to his wife had continued beyond her life, as he went to visit her gravesite several times a week, always with fresh roses. I thought I had struck the jackpot when I married into that atmosphere of love and devotion. Jon had strayed though. Jeff felt somewhat ashamed of Jon when I called. This just wasn't how they were raised, he told me. They were better than that, and he wanted represent me as a way of restoring family dignity, and because he loved me like a sister. Ann's boss had been somewhat less elegant when we spoke. He hit the roof. First he refused to believe it from Ann. She was apparently his favorite associate, always getting the job done with class and integrity. The firm was very conservative, and put a great deal of emphasis on its employees to adhering to a strict code of ethics. After some convincing details, he thanked me for my call, and told me he would revoke the contracts my husband had purchased immediately. The company would also take appropriate steps with Ann after a proper investigation. I could see Jon through the curtains on the back door. He was deep in thought, when suddenly his phone rang. People never realize when they select those cute little ring tones how ridiculous they can make you look if they ring at the wrong time. Somehow "Put On A Happy Face" blaring out of that little cell phone speaker seemed pretty stupid just then. I figured it was Ann calling. Jon walked off the deck into the back yard, but I could read in his very animated gestures that this was not a pleasant call from his lover. When he finished the call he came back up the steps to the door, and pounded while calling my name. I was sitting right there on the other side of the door of course, although I was a bit worried that the tempered glass on the sliding door might not be able to stand the stress. He alternated between pleading and commanding me to open the door. He was furious that I had made calls before talking to him, and said he needed a chance to explain. I wasn't about to be talked out of anything. I'd been suspicious of his activities lately, and Mike's story earlier that day just gave credibility to those suspicions. I called Jeff, and let him know his brother was going off the deep end. He told me he'd be right over, and since he lived nearby, that really put my mind at ease. I also called my Mom, asking her to pick up Jack, our youngest son. Jack was still living at home, while my older two were off in college. When I let her know what was going on, she quickly agreed, although she too found the situation hard to believe. Jeff would arrive before her, so I knew Jon would not be able to present any problem. I went upstairs to see Jack. He looked pretty worried, and wondered why his daddy was so angry. I just told him sometimes grownups have bad days too, but both of us loved him very much. When I asked him if he wanted to go with grandma for a while so Mommy and Daddy could talk, he brightened up. We had him packed in just a few minutes, and he settled in to his favorite video while he waited for my mom. When I got downstairs, Jeff had already arrived, and was talking to his distraught bother on the deck. Jeff had brought help, as Jon's father was also there. After a while, Jon got up and left with his dad, while Jeff knocked lightly on the glass. I let him in. He explained to me that Jon would stay with his dad while things were arranged. He went up to our room and I helped him pack a couple of bags. He played with Jack for a bit, and was ready to leave when the doorbell rang. He helped me get Jack squared away with Mom, and stayed to talk when they left. We spent a couple of hours talking. We talked about what had happened, and what I could expect. He told me I was in the driver's seat, and that we would be able to set me up very well for life after divorce. Then he stopped, and hung his head. "I need to hang up my lawyer's hat for a minute," he began "and speak like Jon's brother. You too have been too good together for too long to let this tear you apart. I know you are angry, and with good reason. But think about your life, and whether you really want to end this phase of it this way. You and Jon are going to have to speak with each other seriously, as soon as you both can calm down and treat each other like adults." I considered what Jon had said, and although I was fuming, I recognized the wisdom. There were many issues that would have to be worked through, and we had a long way to go to build back the trust we'd lost. I didn't know if I could see past remaining a couple after today. There would be much to work out whichever path we took. When Jeff finally left, I thought I would feel better. But alone in that house for a first night in many years, I crumbled. I cried the entire night away. How could he treat me this way? After all we'd been through, the trials and the triumphs; he jumps into bed with someone else. I cried about Jon for hours, and then somehow drifted to sleep. My subconscious mind wasn't thinking about Jon at all. Someplace deep inside, I was actually worked up about how I had reacted. I didn't wait to talk to Jon. I didn't hunt him down and confront him. I didn't even call a divorce lawyer or investigator to find out what the situation was really about. No, I jumped the bones of the man who Jon had cuckolded. My first reaction hadn't been rational. I hadn't been even trusting enough to talk to Jon about the stories Mike had told me. I just fucked him. That little snippet of dream brought took the reality of what I had done home. I was awake again now. I was crying again. This time though, I wasn't crying the tears of a wronged wife, I was crying the guilty tears of a cheating wife. The animal lust I felt about Mike when I was getting my revenge melted into shame as I realized I was no better than Jon. I looked at the clock on my bed table. It was 4:00 AM. I called Jon's cell. He answered on the first ring. I knew he'd be up, unable to sleep. "Come home," I said. "It's time to talk." "I'll be right there." I took a quick shower, and went downstairs to fix a pot of coffee. When I realized I hadn't eaten since breakfast the day before, I began to prepare today's breakfast. I had just set the food on the table when the doorbell rang. "Come in." I called out loudly. He walked in the door looking sadly at me. "After all, it is your house too." He looked at me curiously, then asked "Yes, but is it still my home?" "We have a lot to talk about before I can say," I replied. "But first, you look like hell, and after barely sleeping a wink tonight, I can't look much better. I have breakfast and coffee waiting, come sit down." "I don't think I could eat a thing." "Right." I knew better. Jon was always ready to eat. We sat down to a rather quiet meal. Finally he broke the silence and began. "I'm sorry." That was it. He offered no explanations, no excuses. There was just a simple apology. I sat there looking at him for what seemed hours, but was probably less than a minute. Obviously Jeff's ad vice was tiptoeing through my brain, as all kinds of happy memories of our life together were replaying there. Damn, that was making it hard to hate him. And in that moment I hated him so much, and loved him even more. "I'm sorry too." It seemed like the only thing to say. After all, I had acted exactly as he had. I had given in to my animal side lustily seeking revenge with such an unlikely partner as Mike. Another silence hung between us. "Tell me what happened." I had to know how we got to this point if I were to get beyond it. "I want every detail." Jon looked at me blankly as he searched for a place to start. He began slowly, revealing how gently the entire slate of events had started. He explained his concerns for planning for our last stretch of pre-retirement investment, and how it led to the sexual encounter. He explained the thrill of taking another man's wife in front of him on their anniversary, as much to teach him a lesson as to enjoy a sexual experience. He explained how intoxicating the power he felt could be as he went back again and dominated them both. He went on to explain the empty remorse he felt when the shoe was on the other foot, and how he couldn't imagine me getting revenge by Mike. After all, he had taken Mike's wife while Mike sat helplessly by. They had tied him, humiliated him. Mike had sucked his dick hard so he could fuck Ann in front of him again. Mike had eaten Ann after Jon had filled her. And then Mike had come to take me, without reserve, and without Jon's consent. "Things have changed, Jon. We can never go back to the way we were when we woke up yesterday morning. I know I still love you, or I couldn't have called you home. But I don't really know what that means when it comes to living together, working to raise Jack, working to make a home." Jon sat there quietly, head hanging low. "I'll do whatever it takes, however long it takes, to keep you in my life." It was my time to sit there quietly. John, to his credit waited patiently for me to gather my thoughts. Possibilities raced through my brain. How quickly do I forgive him, if at all? Do I punish him? Do I let him back home for good? Do I just grab a knife and castrate him right there in the kitchen? Do I divorce him and take him to the cleaners? "Ok Jon," I began. "Here's what its going to take. You will put me in complete control of our household and family. I will make all common decisions, as you cannot be trusted to do so. I will decide what we eat, how we spend our money, and how and when we have sex, if we ever get that far. You may move back in, but will live in the guest room. I may at some point bring you back into my bedroom, but that will be a privilege you'll have to earn. Until I can trust you again, you will do my bidding." "Next, you will call your brother, and have him draw up an affidavit declaring you will grant me a unconditional divorce giving me complete control of community assets if you ever displease me behind my back like this again. You write down every detail of your meetings with Ann and Mike. You give me a complete written confession of what you did, how it felt both while doing it and afterwards when you thought about it. You will attach this confession to the affidavit as evidence to support my divorce case." "You will then go to Ann's boss and confess that you pressured her into something she really didn't want, and then do what ever she needs to keep her job. You will do whatever she asks you to make up what you've done to her. You will invite them to dinner tomorrow night to explain your new station in life. If they ever intend to involve you in another sexual escapade, it will take place with my knowledge and approval." He didn't expect that, and looked up with curious shock in his eyes. "We've spent enough time fantasizing about things like this with our pillow talk over the years. I can see how the lines between reality and fantasy blurred for you. If you need a walk on the wild side now and then, I may be willing, but you'll have to earn it. Remember, I am in control now. Say it!" His head hung low again as he submitted, "You are in control." "Is that all?" "Thank you, honey." "WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?" "Thank you....Ma'am." "That's better. Now go to your room." As he slunk upstairs, I thought to myself, "This could actually be fun." Later that morning I woke to the sight of Jon entering my room with a tray of breakfast. He had obviously worked hard to make all my favorite dishes, and had quite a choice to lay out in front of me. I would have been touched a couple days ago, and would shortly be grabbing him and pulling him down into bed with me. But Jon had miscalculated much, especially my reaction. "Who told you to come in here?" I asked him as coldly as I could manage. "It's high time you recognize who is in charge and understand you have a new place in this house. That place is in your room unless I decide to give you access someplace else. Do you understand?" I watched the expression on his face melt into one of disbelief. "Oh honey, you've got to be kidding. I know I said you'd be in charge, but I still expect to be in this relationship on some level close to equal!" "Then pack your bags again and go. But this time there is no coming back. Do my bidding or leave. There is no other choice. And there will be no honey when you address me. You may call me by my name, or ma'am. There will be no terms of endearment until I let you know I feel close enough, IF I feel close enough again." "I don't think I can live that way." He said meekly. "Then go." Jon stared at the floor, clearly contemplating this new arrangement I was presenting to him. His eyes scanned the carpet as if there might be some answer, some way out there. He knew he had no real options but accept my harsh terms or succumb to incredible poverty. In the end he accepted my terms. "Good." I looked at him smugly and pulled the tray closer to eat my breakfast. "Now I expect the house to be cleaned thoroughly. Call your friends Ann and Mike and explain what has happened. I will deal with Ann's boss and persuade her corporate sharks that it was a misunderstanding on one condition that they agree to join you completely under my control. In order to assure me of this, I'll expect them to present me with their signed confessions detailing your little sex parties, and confessing fully to the accusations I've made to Ann's boss. With the incredibly strong ethics code her boss described to me, I'm betting Ann will be on board in a flash. She would be risking her job and her pension pretty late in her career. That spineless wuss of a husband will have no strength to oppose her. He will be equally terrified of financial ruin if his breadwinner loses her job, and more terrified of losing his only sexual partner. Have them here for lunch, which you will prepare when the house is clean." "I understand hon....ma'am." He turned and left the room. He had work to do! I ate what I wanted of breakfast, and then dressed. I dressed up a bit more than I normally would for a normal summer vacation day. I called Jeff, and told him I would be working through some things with Jon today. He told me he was glad to hear it, but he would be home and close to his phone if I needed anything. I spent some time making sure our cameras were loaded with fresh batteries and that the memory cards were clear and ready to use. I intended to document this afternoon's activities. About 11:30, the doorbell rang. Ann and Mike entered the house whispering quietly to Jon. I'm sure they were as loaded with questions as he was. I went downstairs to meet them. Mike's head was hanging. I imagined Ann and Jon had been lighting him up for coming over and spilling the beans. Ann was clearly fuming, but wise businesswoman she was, waited patiently for me to lay my terms on the table. Clearly they knew I held all the cards, well at least the best hand. Jon couldn't look me in the eye. I could only imagine what he was feeling now. There had to be an odd combination of guilt, embarrassment, and regret that were combining to make him as nervous as I've ever seen him. Husband and our Financial Planner "I'm glad you are here. You must be Ann. I walked straight up to her and took her hand which she reluctantly offered. "Mike, it is nice to see you again too. It was so nice to meet you yesterday, and I'm pleased you've come back for another visit." He too took my hand reluctantly. I raised it slowly, pulling him closer, almost as if I were going to place it on my breast, then at the last second drew it to my lips. I kissed it quickly, as a man might kiss a lady's hand in an old romantic move. I dropped it unceremoniously leaving no doubt that I had intended a large degree of sarcasm with the gesture. Mike's blush belied either a sense of humiliation, or the expectation of sex. He might be the one to enjoy what I had in store. "Let's eat, shall we?" I said glibly. "Jon has prepared a lovely lunch." I led the way to the table, which indeed Jon had gone all out to prepare. My husband and our guests continued to exchange nervous glances, wondering when the other foot would fall. We sat down, and Jon began to serve lunch. "Take you clothes off Jon." "Nan, you know how sorry I am for all that is happened. I thought we were gathering to put it all to rest." "Put it to rest?" I looked right at Ann. "I don't think you can put this to rest. This is a powerful force you have started, and things are just beginning. Now do as I say, before I change my mind about my decision last night." He slowly peeled off his shirt and trousers. I watched Ann as he slid his briefs down his leg, She averted her eyes, as if she couldn't look at him. But I noticed her breathing deepen, and her chest began to rise almost dramatically with each breath. "Suck his dick Ann." "No, I can't continue this way." She said as she looked down at her plate. "I appreciate that you've offered to help me get off the hook at work, but I can't forget that your husband's dick is what put me on the hook in the first place." I walked around the table towards her. I leaned over her shoulder and spoke quietly, though loud enough that Mike and Jon could hear me in the silent tension of the room. "Oh come on Ann," I said, "you know you want him. You are hooked on that dick. You loved sucking it before. You couldn't resist it behind my back, even in front of your husband. Humiliating for him, but you had to have it anyway. Suddenly in front of me you can resist? I think you are hot for this. I think you are going to enjoy following my commands while still getting the dick you so badly desire." I slid my hand down her shirt, into her bra. Her nipples were rock hard. She shuddered. Jon's dick was getting hard too as I massaged Ann's tit. My other hand lowered to unzip her slacks. "See Ann, you are turned on. You do want him. I'll bet you are dripping wet too, aren't you?" No answer. None needed. I opened her waistband and slid my hand in her panties. I had never touched a woman like this, but I had managed to put myself in total control of these three horny lovers. I had fantasized for years about dominating Jon, but he had never gone beyond some light play. I was now going to have my dream. Ann squirmed in her chair to give me access to her pussy. I slid my fingers through her pubic hair gently, sliding down across her clit to her dripping warm sex. "Mmmmmmm, Annie. Is that for me? Or is that for Jon?" With my face against hers, I turned her gaze towards Jon's now fully erect penis. She moaned. "You want that," I hissed directly into her ear. "Yes." "Blow him." I pulled my hands away from her, and she went to Jon, kneeling before him. She gently took his dick into her mouth. I looked at Mike. "Undress your wife." Mike didn't hesitate. Ann was very pretty, and although you could see the signs of age on her body, she was in shape enough to wear them well. She allowed Mike to undress her without missing a step sucking my husband's cock. She was now on all fours and her full breasts swayed back and forth as her mouth fucked him. "Spank her, she's been naughty." I told Mike. He reached over and gave her a gentle slap on the ass. She let out a little moan of pleasure, which brought devilish little grins to both Mike and I. "Harder." I said. He complied, and then looked up at me. I nodded my consent to give her one more. He slapped her now reddening ass cheek and she took Jon's cock in all the way to his balls in response. It was Jon's turn to moan with pleasure. "I don't want to hear your enjoyment!" I snapped at him. "Mike, Jon needs to be silenced. I think he needs a gag. You told me he once made you suck his dick?" Mike nodded yes. "Then go put yours in his mouth. Jon, lie down, Ann don't even think of stopping that blow job. Mike while you are at it, put your face in your wife's ass." The three maneuvered to the floor so they could each access another's sex with their mouths. They kept glancing at me apprehensively, trying to gauge my reaction. I gave them none. Gradually, they began to lose themselves in their sensuality. They didn't even notice the little camera which I ws now giving a workout. It was hot to watch, my body responded appropriately. I could feel myself becoming wet, and my nipples harden. Still I sat there calmly watching. Mike was the first to cum. He nearly screamed as he did so, but his mouth was firmly clamped on Ann's crotch. As his body tensed I told Jon not to spill a drop. He didn't. It actually looked like Jon enjoyed this experience as he began to moan louder, and I could spot the familiar rhythms that always preceded his orgasm. I now commanded Ann to swallow all of Jon's cum, and got no argument. As he continued his "final approach," Ann shifted her body so she could now hump Mike's face and was fucking his mouth as hard as her mouth was fucking Jon's dick. Jon stiffened and spewed his seed into Ann's eager mouth. This set her off completely, and she came on Mike's face, practically suffocating him. "Turn around." I commanded them after their cumming subsided. "You will now clean the genitals of the person who just ate you to an orgasm. You will use only your mouths." They turned, and each began to lick each other gently. I went to the bathroom to retrieve three washcloths, and wet them with hot water. When I returned, the men were beginning to harden again. I tossed a cloth to each of them telling them to finish cleaning themselves, which they did. I directed them to the kitchen sink, where I had left a bottle of mouthwash and a toothbrush, and ordered them to clean their mouths. Mike started to go soft. As he did so, I spanked him hard on his bare ass. "You are going to need that boner." I told him. I sent them up to the guest bedroom. The master bedroom was now mine, and none of them, my husband included, was close to earning entry there. The guest bedroom was now Jon's room, and he would host our re-enactment. That's right, I had been left out of their fun. I wanted a narrated re-enactment of what they had done, and what they had felt. I revealed to them that I had taken video of their lick fest downstairs, and intended to do it again throughout my tour of their little affair. Ann looked like she was bout to object, when I reminded her that tomorrow was my day to meet her boss. And my earlier report, along with video and a couple of choice photos I had collected in the last half hour would be very interesting support for my claims. She never got around to saying what she had thought. In the guestroom...er...Jon's room. I told them to begin by telling me what they were thinking when they met the first time, and wound up at Mike and Ann's house. I turned on the video camera as Mike explained the entire circumstance, including the anniversary lunch, when he got too drunk. Jon helped Ann get him home, then becoming upset for Ann's sake at Mike's conduct. Ann continued the story after the point Mike had passed out. When she got to the point where Jon had kissed her, I told him to show me. He gave her a half hearted peck. I just stared at him. He got the picture that I intended to see it as it happened and blushed. "But if this is what made you so angry in the first place, how do you expect me to do it again? How can I do that without making things worse?" "Then pack your bags again and go to your parents home." He looked at Ann, and their eyes me in a moment of resignation. He took her head in hand and pressed his lips hard against hers. It was not the gentle kisses I had come to expect from Jon, but an aggressive commanding kiss. Ann backed away, glared at him, and then slapped him with a force that spun his head around. She looked at me fiercely. "I didn't ask for this,' She said angrily. "I tried to stop it." I looked at Jon, "Go on then." He forced a second kiss. She slapped him harder, and I suspected the re-enactment contained much more pent up force than the original. Mike caught on and objected, which spurned Jon on just as it had that day at Mike and Ann's. Soon the three were caught up in the re-enactment, with Jon and Ann groping madly on the bed and Mike watching like the deranged cuckold he was. I watched as Jon and Ann made love in so many different ways while Mike watched, jerking his pitifully little penis. I watched them taunt and tease him, and even force him to lick Jon's cock clean so he could fuck Ann again. When Jon finally got up to "go," I realized that we were all finding different masks to wear that we didn't know we had. Jon and I both had a streak of dominant in us, taking what we want. Ann wanted more than Mike could give, and enjoyed cuckolding him. Mike's mask was oddest of all. He readily gave up this beautiful woman, for what? A ruined life and the privilege of enjoying my revenge sex yesterday. "You may rest now." I told them and left the room closing the door. I left them alone for a couple of hours, while I turned on a movie in my bedroom. I could hear their voices behind the door each time I passed by, alternating between angry tones and anxious whispers. When I returned to Jon's room, he and Mike were dressed in Jon's sweats, and Ann was wearing a pair of running shorts and one of his old t-shirts. They looked up expectantly. "Who told you to get dressed?" I asked. Wordlessly, they rose and disrobed. "Now show me your second little get together," I commanded. Jon told me about his arrival at the house, how Mike had decided to take command, but in the process had threatened to come to our house to return the favor of cuckolding Jon by fucking me. He had kept that promise at least. Mike showed how he tried to seduce Ann gently in front of Jon, and Jon humiliated him by laughing at his pencil dick. Jon enjoyed getting angry, kissing Ann through more face slaps, tying Mike to a chair, and fucking her senseless while Mike watched helplessly. I listened to Ann's screams and moans as she came and then came back for more. As I watched, I realized that this re-enactment felt good to them. They had enjoyed it the first time, and were freed in this re-living knowing that it was happening in front of me instead of behind my back. I changed the memory card in my camera. "Dinner's at 5," I told them. "Don't dress." My favorite restaurant delivered in time for me to have the table set when they came down. I had also recovered the clothing they were wearing when Ann and Mike arrived, and laid them out neatly on the couch in the living room. The video camera was directed at a chair. When they came down the steps, I directed them to sit on the couch beside their clothing, but not to touch it. I directed Ann to sit in the chair where the camera was aimed. I told her to tell me all of her feelings about this entire sordid affair. Ann broke down. She was in tears as she explained her conflicted feelings throughout the entire experience. She told me how Jon had made her feel so turned on, she couldn't resist going for him, and she'd do it all again. "What would you do to keep his charms active in your life?" She looked at me curiously, but answered unhesitatingly, "Anything." "Ok," I said, "you may continue to enjoy his charms, but only with my permission. As a matter of fact, you will ask my permission for everything from now on. In return, I will make sure you keep your job, your pension, your home, and someday once I have been sufficiently pleased with your service, I will release you from your service to your own fee life. Do you accept my terms? "Yes," she murmured. "You may dress and sit back down." Mike took his turn speaking to the camera. He too willingly accepted my terms. Jon was more reluctant. After all, Ann and Mike weren't going to live with me, they could go home with my permission and be out of scrutiny. Jon would be here full time. "Very well Jon, you may think of it over at dinner. Shall we go to the dining room?" Jon reached for his clothes. "No Jon, not until you've made your decision. Oh, and make sure you sit on a towel." He looked at me with resignation, and left the living room to take a place at the table. As we moved to table, I noticed Jon's dad had arrived. This was an expected part of my plan, so I met him at the door. No doorbell meant no warning for Jon, who was still naked. He looked up in horror as his dad came in and sat down. "Well Jonny boy, I see you didn't take her deal!" Jon was mortified that his father was here, and more so that he knew of the entire situation. His dad had worked hard to make sure he stayed on a straight and narrow path, even through college and well into his marriage. It wasn't that he didn't give his son's freedom or smothered them in discipline, just that he always held them to very high standards in every way, especially morally. "Well, son, I give you credit for marrying a strong woman, and a smart one. She isn't flying into a blind rage over what you've done, but she isn't letting you off the hook for it either. I hope you are prepared to work your way back into her good graces. But if you don't, I might just have to keep her in the family by marrying her myself." Jon began to object, but Nancy cut him off, "Hush. Your father is a real man, who lived his life honorably. He set a code of how to manage himself, and stuck to it admirably. I would date your dad in a flash." Jon sat quietly in thought, and finally answered, "I'm sorry Nan. I will live with your terms. I have to live with your terms because I can't live without them. I'm not going to tell you I love you, since my stock has dropped so far in the trust department. I will spend the rest of my life showing you though. I will win your love and trust back, if it takes the rest of my life. I will do whatever you ask, whenever you ask it." "You may get dressed," I said. "The rest of you, eat up. This caterer is terrific; you're going to love it." Jon slunk to the couch, and dressed quietly, while I did my best to normalize conversation. Ann and Mike were still apprehensive, but after a couple of glasses of Chianti and a good meal they were relaxing a bit. Jon's dad had come over to make sure I was ok with what was going on. When we finished dinner he prepared to leave. I walked him to the door. "Dad, why don't you stay?" I asked. "Jon and Mike are going to watch the ball game while Ann and I have a little chat after dinner. You don't have to run off, do you really have to be anywhere special?" "No, Sweety, you have much to work through here, I just wanted to stop in and see how it was going. God luck, and call me if you need anything. I kissed him on the cheek and wished him good night. "Jon and Mike, you can clean up after dinner. Ann, come with me." I sauntered out of the room with Ann in tow. When we got to my bedroom, I instructed her to remove her clothing. I lay back on the bed, and inspected her naked body. She was really quite pretty, although the effects of gravity over years had taken some toll and the first stages of sagging were apparent. She was a little heavy for her frame, but she carried it elegantly. I rolled to my side, and motioned for her to come sit on the bed beside me. "Tell me everything you can about your affair with my husband." She gave me a very guarded look and said, "I don't think I can bring myself to do that." "Why?" I asked. "I'm right here beside you, naked as the day I was born with you. I have nothing to hide, and no place to hide it. I am asking you woman to woman to talk to me about having an affair with my husband." She thought it over for a moment, then began. "I never intended to have an affair. I don't believe Jon did either. I believe Mike really wanted something to happen, and he became the impetus of the entire experience." Ann went on to describe how the events of both meetings had snowballed, and the sex she didn't want from Jon became irresistible. She told me how wonderful a lover Jon was, so considerate, so gentle, so willing to please that if he came in right now and began to love her, she'd melt and submit. She told me how Romantic it was to be with a man who wasn't afraid to wrap his lover in his strong arms, and use that strength gently. We laughed at me how physically satisfying his cock felt compared to Mike's. I felt flustered myself when she described how well Jon performed oral sex. I felt sympathy when she told me that as much as she felt good with Jon, she loved Mike sincerely down to his last fault. She loved him even more for enabling her fling with Jon. "Kiss me." I said to her. She was taken aback, maybe even shocked. "Kiss me like you kissed him." Still she hesitated, but slowly she moved close to me. I felt her nipples touch mine just as our lips met. I had been an observer to sex all day, and just the beginning of his felt like a release to me. Our kiss deepened, with tongues exploring each others' mouths. Ann's hands were on my hips, pulling me in. Her leg wrapped around me, and the feeling of her hot sex against my skin sent my head reeling. Her kisses moved up to my ear where she whispered, "Thank you for giving me this chance to make it up to you. I have always fantasized being with a woman, please let me serve you now." "Please do." She slid down my body, eager to taste my breasts. I was just as eager and caressed her head as I would a nursing baby, as she licked my nipples and massaged my breasts with both mouth and hands. Her breathing accelerated, and she took my leg between hers like a vice, rubbing her puss against me while she loved my breasts. Just as I suspected my nipples would be sucked right off, she slid lower and began to lick my pussy. She teased and flicked my clit, gently, and slowly. Gradually I felt one of her slender fingers probe inside me, and find my g-spot. She massaged me inside and out, unti I exploded with orgasm. When my spasms of pleasure subsided, she slid back p my body, lay her head on my shoulder, and just held me. After what seemed like a blissful week or so, but what was truthfully around 15 minutes, I sent her downstairs for her husband. Mike came into the room smiling like the cat that got the cream. "Strip." He got a kinky look of expectation on his face. He was about to be surprised. "Don't get excited." I told him. "Your wife just did an amazing job of giving me oral sex. I am sensitive their so if you think you'll get a piece of this (I pointed to my dripping pussy), you're mistaken. You will have to satisfy me anally." You could see his erection grow before your very eyes, he was so excited. I rolled over onto my stomach, and lifted my butt in the air. I could feel his penis on my ass as he thought he was beginning. "Not with that, with your tongue. Be gentle with me, or I'll be pissed" I expected an objection, but there was none. Instead I felt his hands gently spreading my ass cheeks, while he covered them with kisses. His tongue began to dart around, and soon found my opening. Waves of warmth washed over me as I pressed back against him. He grew bolder in his actions now, so I turned him on his back and sat my ass down on his eager tongue. Our action intensified until I was fucking his face, hard, and his tongue was diving deep beyond my sphincter. I watched as his dick got harder and harder. He grabbed himself and began to jerk furiously. When he came, globe spurted onto his stomach, and it looked so hot I just sat down full on his face. His tongue brought me to climax, and I could feel my ass cumming on his mouth and tongue. Husband and our Financial Planner I handed him my panties to use to clean himself. "Leave them on the bed, and go join your wife." As he went downstairs, I cleaned myself up. I walked downstairs, stark naked. The game had just ended. "Ann and Mike, you may leave. I will make things right with your boss tomorrow Ann, but want your promise that the next time you want to fuck my husband, you'll ask me first." Ann breathed a sigh of relief. "I promise, but what if I'd prefer to be with you." "Fair is fair, you have to ask Jon first. After all, he is my partner, and should be my equal." Jon looked up at me. "Yes Jon, after today, we will have to redefine the rules of our relationship. I do intend to be the boss, which I believe I've earned, but I do want you to sleep in your own bed tonight. Mike, you be a good toy for Ann. I hope you two come over to visit, frequently, now that we've all broken the ice. We should be great friends." Jon looked up surprised again. "Yes Jon, I've decided you can keep your new friends. If you really needed to open things up a bit, fine. I just want it above board and honest. I intend to follow the same rules though, so be ready to live in the new world you've created." Ann and Mike left. I went back up to bed. Jon came along. I took him back into my room. We had much to discuss, but right now, I needed to reclaim my husband, my lover. This was going to take some time, but in the end, I was sure he'd be worth re-claiming.