104 comments/ 93988 views/ 19 favorites Open Marriage Weekend By: murphy621 I was just settling into my easy chair after dinner, Edna was finishing up in the kitchen, and the kids had retired to their bedrooms to do their home work, when the phone rang. I let it ring figuring it was for Edna but after the fourth ring I picked up just as she did and I heard her answer, "Hello." "Edna? Is it really you?" Said the caller. "Of course it's me. You called this number didn't you? Who is this?" "It's me, Sally; Sally Benson, from Central High. "Sally, oh my god, it's been years......." I hung up at that point because that is when all the female squealing began. About twenty minutes later I remembered that I wanted to call Sam Browning about our golf game next Saturday and when I picked up the phone the women were still at it. Just as I was about to put it down again I heard Edna say, "Oh my gosh, did he really ask for me?" "Yes," Sally replied, "He specifically wanted to know if you would be there. He said he wouldn't come if you weren't coming too." "I haven't seen him since the summer we graduated," Edna said, "and I haven't even thought of him in years." "Well he said that he never forgot what happened on your prom night and the rest of the summer nights until you left for college." "Prom Night." Edna said with a sigh, "Oh, I'll never forget that night, no woman ever does." "Then you'll come? Can I tell Adam you will be there? I'm trying to get as many people as I can for our twentieth reunion." "I don't know yet. I'll have to talk to Cal and see if he can get away that weekend." "Are you sure you would want your husband to come too?" Sally asked. "Oh you are so nasty." Edna giggled, "Of course I do." And then they gossiped on for another fifteen minutes before hanging up. I had met Edna after she graduated from college and never met any of her high school friends, except for the Cynthia, who was her maid of honor at our wedding. I knew she wasn't a virgin when we married but neither was I and neither of us had ever questioned the other about our prior lovers. Now I was curious about this Adam. What made me even more curious was that Edna didn't mention the phone call or the reunion until the invitation came in the mail several weeks later. The envelope was mixed in with the other mail on my home office desk when I was opening the months bills. "Edna," I called out, "there's a letter here for you." "Who's it from?" She asked from the kitchen. I raised my voice to answer. "Return address on the envelope says Sally Benson." "Who is Sally Benson?" "Edna, how would I know? Do you want the letter or not?" "Open it and tell me what it is." "It's an invitation to your twentieth high school reunion." "Oh my." she said as she dried her hands walking into the room, "I haven't heard from her in years and I've never gone to any of the reunions." "Why not?" I asked, wondering why she was denying knowing about the reunion. "I guess because I never wanted to leave you home alone with the kids or drag you along to a reunion where you wouldn't know anyone." "Don't you want to go?" I prodded. "I don't know, I haven't thought about it." Why all this denial, I wondered? "Well I think you should go. It will be good for you to get away and renew old friendships." I said, stirring the pot a little. "Do you really think I should go?" she questioned hesitatingly. "No, I don't think so. I wouldn't be comfortable without you being there with me?" Clever of her to plant the seed of her going without me but that's not going to happen. "Not to worry my dear, I have a client there that I can see on Friday. I will be looking forward to spending the rest of the weekend away." "Oh," she said as a fleeting look of disappointment faded behind a forced smile, "That's great. I'll get back to Sally and let her know we will be coming." I noticed it didn't take her long to make up her mind to go after my encouraging her. I wondered how this was going to play out. I also wanted to know more about this Adam and the first place I went to was her high school year book. I found him there, the only Adam in her class. Adam Zoblinski, wide receiver on the football team, guard on the basketball team, second base on the baseball team, a real jock. A good looking guy according to his year book picture, just the kind of guy a pretty eighteen year old girl could fall for. Next to Edna's picture were several scrawled blurbs, the most interesting was signed by Adam saying, 'To the prettiest girl in our class, I look forward to seeing more of you in the future.' 'Seeing more of her.' I said to my self, I wonder how much more he saw of her on all of those nights that summer. From what I can figure out so far, this is the guy who took her cherry and she not only hasn't forgotten him but she is looking forward to renewing an old relationship. The weather was beautiful on the October Thursday when we arrived at the hotel that was hosting the reunion. Edna was buoyant and excited with anticipation at seeing her old friends. She hadn't been back in many years because her parents had moved to Florida not long after we were married. We hadn't been in our room for more than fifteen minutes and we were still unpacking when there was a knock on the door. When I opened it, there stood Cynthia, "Cal," she exclaimed, "it's so good to see you again. You look just as good as you did on your wedding day." She looked good and she felt even better when she reached out and grabbed me in a hug that connected us from knee to lip. The kiss she was giving me was not what I would have expected from a woman I had only met a few times in my life and her body, pressed against mine, was causing a reaction from me that she couldn't miss but that she did ignore. "Edna," she shrieked as she loosened her grip on me and spotted my wife, "My god, you are as beautiful as ever. How do you do it after two kids and all these years?" They went on and on as only women can and I found out that Cynthia had the room adjoining and connected to ours and we were having dinner with her and her fiancé tonight. At seven o'clock we met Cynthia and her fiancé in the restaurant for dinner. Guess who the fiancé was? Why was I not surprised when he was introduced as Adam? The dinner conversation was lively, probably because the drinks were flowing and the flirting going on around the table. When the three piece band began to play I had the first dance with Edna and then the swap happened. Edna grabbed Adam and I was left with Cynthia. She moved in on me like I was made out of fly paper. By the second song she was humping my thigh like she wanted to cum right there on the dance floor. "Ok Cynthia," I said, "What's going on?" "What do you mean, what's going on?" "Cyn, you're all over me like fleas on a dog. That's my wife over there carrying on with your so called fiancé just like you are doing with me and we both know that I never did anything to encourage you to come on to me like this. By the way what happened to Henry?" "Oh god," she groaned. "I told Edna we could never pull this off. Henry is long gone; we never should have been married. We split three years ago and you are right, Adam and I are not engaged. I'm supposed to seduce you so that Edna can relive her high school prom night with him. I'm so sorry Calvin, I'm so ashamed of myself and my friend. You don't deserve what she has planned." "I can't say that I have been completely in the dark about why she wanted to come to this reunion but I never knew you were involved in my seduction. You don't seem to have minded the assignment." She had the decency to blush when she answered, "No, I didn't mind it at all." "What did she plan for tomorrow and Saturday?" "She is going to tell you that she and I are going shopping after breakfast but she was really spending the day with Adam. Then we were all going to go to the football game at five o'clock and the party afterwards. After the party, you and I go to my room and those two will be in yours. Except for the dinner dance on Saturday night, I don't know what she has planned for the next day." "Will you do me a favor Cyn; will you not tell her that I know what's going on? I want to know how this is going to play out. I want to know just how sound my marriage really is." "I don't know Cal, she's my friend. I feel funny caught in the middle of all this. "Then let me talk to her tonight and if she admits to what she has planned and doesn't go thorough with it, then there is no problem. But if she won't give it up then there js nothing either of us can do." She reluctantly agreed and when the band quit playing at eleven we went up to our rooms. As I closed the door I turned to Edna and asked, "So are you going to tell me Edna?" "Tell you? Tell you what?" she answered my question with hers. "What was happening between you and Adam tonight?" "What was happening? Nothing was happening. You were right there. I saw how close you pulled Cynthia when you started to dance. I didn't do anything you didn't do. He's my friend's fiancé and I find him charming and as long as you were dancing with her I kept dancing with him." "Edna, I'm not stupid. The way you were monopolizing Adam and the way Cynthia was coming on to me told me right away that they were not engaged and that you and Adam had some kind of connection." She looked away from me, her embarrassment was clearly evident. "I knew him when I was in high school." "Knew him?" I repeated, "Knew him how? As a friend or in the biblical sense?" "He took me to the senior prom." "And he took your virginity then, didn't he." I got a whispered, "Yes." in reply. "So, after all these years of not coming to the reunions, you wanted to come back to this one to relive that experience because you knew he would be here?" "No Calvin, you know I wouldn't do that to you. I couldn't cheat on you." "Maybe not with me being here but I would bet that if you had come here alone you would have fucked him this weekend." "Cal how can you talk to me like that. You know I have never cheated on you." "I thought I knew that too. But after watching you tonight I am not so sure." "Well you can be sure that I never have." She protested. "How about that you never will? Are you going to tell me that you were not excited tonight? That the thought of fucking him didn't enter your mind." "Of course not. How can you ask me such a thing?" "Because I watched you. Because I know you. Because I think you were so aroused tonight that your panties are soaked and you are dying to get out of them." "Oh god," she moaned as she sat down on the edge of the bed. Tears started running down her cheeks. "You're right. You know me too well. I don't deserve you." "Perhaps not." I agreed, "But I do love you, even if I sometimes I don't understand you. Now what is the truth about this weekend?" I could see the internal struggle reflected on her face. Should she tell me all? Should she admit to her wanting to fuck Adam again. Should she admit to her conniving to get Cynthia to seduce me so she fornicate with a clear conscience? "I didn't know Adam was going to be here," she began her confession, "until after we accepted the invitation. I haven't seen or talked to him since I started college. I only found out from Sally when I phoned her to tell her we were coming." Lie number one. "After I knew he was going to be here," she continued, "Yes, I did think about him. He is the boy who took my virginity; no woman ever forgets the one who did that. When you told me you were going to come along I was so relieved because that put the thought of cheating out of my head." Lie number two. "I was so surprised," she said, "When Cynthia showed up in our room and she told me they were engaged. I don't really think they are though, she doesn't have a ring. I think it's something they announced just for the reunion." Lie number three. "That's why tonight," she continued, "I spent so much time with him. I was just trying to find out if they really were engaged. The trouble was that he kept talking about our prom night and that's what got me wet." Lie number four. "So the thought of sleeping with him is still in the back of your mind?" I asked. "No," she protested. "Well maybe, but I wouldn't." "But you would always wonder if it would be still as good wouldn't you? It would always be lurking there in your head." I was tempting her. "I guess it would." she admitted. "But I wouldn't ........" "What if I gave you a free pass?" I interrupted, "A get out of jail free card, just for this weekend. An open marriage until Sunday morning, just so that you could get this out of your system." "You would do that?" was her astonished question. "You would let me sleep with Adam? Why would you do that?" "Because it is something that has been bugging you for some time now and you have to get rid of it. If you did it behind my back my back and I found out about it, it could ruin our marriage. But understand this, this is a one time pass, good only for this weekend and it is good for me too." "Good for you too?" she repeated. I could literally see the wheels going around in her head. Since I didn't know anyone else here and she had already set it up for Cynthia to seduce me she figured she had her ass covered. So she leaped at my offer. "Oh Calvin," she gushed "You are the best husband a woman could have. I love you so much, Thank you, thank you, thank you." "Before you get too excited, there are a couple of caveats we have to establish. One: This is the last reunion you attend. Two: You never have any contact with Adam again after this weekend. Three: Your conduct with him when you are in public will not in anyway humiliate me. Four: Any sexual relations will take place only in this room. Five: You always let me know when you intend to be with him. She agreed to everything I specified. I think she would have agreed to let me watch them fuck. She was so excited with the anticipation of her intended affair that she could hardly contain her exuberance. No, I didn't make love to her that night. After all those lies I couldn't bring myself to touch her and the capper came as we turned off the light to go to sleep and she said, "Oh by the way, while you are with your client tomorrow, Cynthia and I are going out shopping and gossiping over lunch." She couldn't even be honest enough to tell me that she, even with my permission, was going to meet Adam. Cynthia met us for breakfast and after we were finished eating Edna gave me a hug and a kiss and a whispered, "You are the best." She then left with Cyn to go 'shopping'. I left to go to the nearest Radio Shack where I purchased two voice activated recorders, one of which I planted between the mattress and the head board of the king sized bed in our room and the other in the magazine rack next to the easy chair. As prearranged with Cynthia, she met me back in her room after Edna left her. I had made sure that the connecting door to our room was unlocked on our side and the door was left open just the slightest bit. Within fifteen minutes of our settling into Cynthia's room the two lovers burst into the other room. They were completely oblivious to their surroundings. The connecting door could have been completely open and they wouldn't have noticed. "Hurry." I heard Edna say, "Just take your pants and shoes off while I get my jeans off." "You're still the same horny slut you always were." He answered. "Only for you lover, Now stick it in me. I'm so wet it's running down my leg." "Not even a kiss for me bitch?" "No damn it, just fuck me...... Oooohhhh goddddd....... yes, yes....... Oooooooo. And then she screamed; long drawn out wail as she came. And then, "ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh," she grunted as he pumped into her. And then silence. Cynthia and I sat silently also. I couldn't help it; the tears were running down my cheeks. She reached out and held my hand. Neither one of us could say anything and then we heard her again. "Oh Adam, all those months of talking on the phone, once Sally told you how to get in touch with me, were wonderful. But making myself cum for you was never as good as this. All those months of you making me do all those things for you as we talked on the phone, could never compare to what just happened. Cal thought he had given me permission to be with you for the rest of the weekend but I want to keep meeting you for the rest of my life. . "You could have had this a long time ago." he began........ "That's right kiss it. All you had to do was say yes to me.... Now lick it. I could have been fucking you ever since you've been married..... Oh yes, you still are the best cocksucker I ever had. Just because you had his kids, you stayed away from me..... That's right get me good and hard again. All the months we talked on the phone and you refused to meet me....... You can't talk with it down your throat like this can you. I'm gonna cum again now. AAAAAaaaaaaaahhhh. ......You cunt, your mouth is better than your pussy...... Swallow it all." All through his monolog we never heard a sound out of her. Cynthia and I stole silently from her room. I don't even remember what we did for the rest of the afternoon. I was back in my room just after four o'clock, it was neat as a pin and Edna was in the shower. When she came out I was sitting in the easy chair staring at the TV, I didn't even know what was showing. Her wet hair was wrapped in a towel and another covered her from her tits to her thighs. She was still a good looking woman, maybe that was the trouble. "Hi honey," she greeted me. "You look like you're beat. Your client must have given you a hard time. I wasn't successful either. Cynthia and I walked from store to store and I couldn't find a thing I liked. All the stores seem to carry the same things and all of it junk." As she talked she plunked herself down on my lap making sure that the towel wrapped around her came loose. Her tits were in my face, hanging free and moving as only large, soft tits do. They were unmarked by the afternoon's activities and under normal conditions I would have been sucking on them in an instant. She was cooing as she pressed them against my face. "Come on baby, suck on Mama's tits. You know what's going to happen to them tonight but these will always belong to you because I love you. Stake your claim to my body before he gets it. Make love to me so that he gets sloppy seconds. You're my husband and you will always be my man." I didn't get hard so she got off my lap and sucked me until I got hard enough and then she straddled me in the chair and fucked me until I came in her. I could tell she faked an orgasm before she got off me and went into the bathroom to clean up. It wasn't even a mercy fuck; she just did it to clear her conscience. We picked up Cynthia to go to the football game; both of the women were dressed up like coeds. Short skirts, bulky sweaters and knee socks. I didn't think anybody dressed like that anymore. The game? What can I tell you, it was Friday Night High School Football. Everybody hollering for their kids and two fathers fighting in the stands. When the game was over we back to the hotel where we were going to have dinner and the after game party. The drinking started right away. I got the three of us drinks and danced one dance each with Edna and Cynthia. Then we each got a plate of food and started to eat. That's when Adam showed up. Edna looked at me and to confirm asked, "Our deal starts now doesn't it?" In response, I just nodded my head. What could I say; she had already fucked him for half the day already. As he approached the table he gave me a nod as if to say hello then opened his arms to Edna and said, "Let's dance." She stood and plastered herself against him with her wide open mouth greedily sucking his tongue to meet hers. So much for not humiliating me in public. Open Marriage Weekend They spent an hour at the party, stuck together on the dance floor with his hands shamelessly exploring her body. Just before disappearing in the direction of the elevators, he obviously brought her to orgasm with his hand under her skirt, leaving me to endure the embarrassing glances of her classmates. Finally, I could stand it no longer and I said to Cynthia, "Let's get out of here." "Where will we go?" she asked, "I don't think you want to witness again what we heard this afternoon." "No, your right about that; let's just take a walk for a bit." And that's just what we did. We walked and talked and ended up at a neighborhood bar and talked some more. I got to know Cynthia and she got to know me and we both liked what we saw. She couldn't understand Edna's behavior any more than I could, especially since her getting to know me better. "Everyone knows Adam is a love'em and leave'em kind of guy." Cynthia said, "He never tried to keep in touch with her when she left for college. This will be over soon." "It doesn't make any difference Cyn. After hearing what I did in the room this afternoon and watching them tonight, it's all over between Edna and me. Today I found out that she has been carrying on with him for months over the phone and her blatant lying to me and humiliating me is more than I can bear and from what I can see and heard, it will never end here." We got back to Cynthia's room after three in the morning, after the bar closed and we had to leave. It was quiet in the room next door. I peeked in and saw a naked Edna sprawled on the bed, cum leaking onto her thighs and the sheets, from her ass and pussy and more covering her face and tits. She was dead to the world. I quietly gathered up all my belongings and the two recorders and brought them into Cynthia's room. "What are you doing?" she asked. "I'm going home." was my reply. "But what about Edna?" "What about her?" "You just can't leave her here?" "Why not?" "She's your wife." "Not any more." "But you gave her permission for the weekend." "I did, but with several conditions and she ignored every one of them." "But what will I tell her?" "Just what I told you." "Cal, I'm so sorry it came to this. Can't you stay, at least get some rest before you leave" "Where would I sleep, I'm not getting in to that bed. The hotel is booked solid with the reunion." "Well..........," she said, her voice trailing off as she looked to her queen sized bed. "No Cyn," I said, "that would put me in the same class as her. I just can't do that." I gave her a kiss on the cheek and took my leave. I drove for about two hours and the fatigue and the stress caught up to me. After nearly swerving off the road I pulled into a rest stop to get some sleep. The rising sun woke me up and I was home before eight o'clock. I went right to bed. The ringing phone woke me up just before noon, I didn't answer it but the answer machine did. Edna's voice leaped out at me angrily, "Where are you Calvin, why are all your clothes gone? Damn it, you gave me permission for an open weekend. Where have you gone? Why is your cell phone turned off? Damn it, pick up." I didn't pick up and I didn't call back. Less than an hour later the phone rang again. The answer machine picked up again. "I spoke to Cynthia. She told me that you were upset with my behavior. Why? You gave me permission for an open weekend. Why are you angry? How will I get home? Where are you? Please I want to talk to you. If you are home, please pick up or call me back." I didn't call her back and at 3 o'clock the phone rang again. "Where are you Calvin? I'm beginning to worry about you. You could be lying in a ditch somewhere. Please, if you are alright let me know. Maybe I did go too far with Adam, I'm sorry if you think I did. I'm going to wait right here for your call." At six another call. "Cal, please call. I love you and I'm worried about you. I'm going to get some dinner downstairs. I'll be up right afterwards. I love you and I miss you." At seven another call. "I'm back and still no word from you." Then spoken aside, (I told you not to come in with me.) 'Cal I am so worried about you and about us. (Don't touch me like that.) If I don't hear from you tonight I am going to rent a car and drive home tomorrow morning. (I told you NO!) Honey I am so worried that something terrible happened to you. (I'm trying to talk to my husband. Stop that........ooh......ooooooh.)" There was a thud and a rattle as the telephone dropped to the desk and then, ("Ohhhh Adam.........please don't..........no no......ooooooh goddddd...........we shouldn't .........oooohhhhh ........yesssss .........yessssss.") followed by a long drawn out wailing, ("Yessssssssssssss.") There were no more calls that night. Shortly after eleven o'clock Sunday morning the phone rang again. I answered it with, "Will you stop calling. After the way you behaved the past two days, I don't want anything to do with you." "Cal, it's me, Cynthia." "What do you want?" I barked. I was beyond angry. "Hey, don't shoot the messenger. I'm only trying to be a peacemaker." "Not much chance of that," was my rejoinder. "She knows she made a mess of things. She came into my room this morning and woke me a few minutes ago looking for you. She thought you might be in bed with me. When I told her you had gone home and why you had left her here, she broke down in tears. She is so sorry and so frightened of what you are going to do." "She should be. I'd like to strangle her." "She is afraid to come home alone. She wants me to come home with her." "I never lifted a hand to her in the fifteen years we have been married but I don't know if I could control myself now. I'm so mad I could spit nails." "Cal, please let me bring her home, she can't stay here. She has no other place to go." "Let her go with Adam." "Cal she doesn't want to go with him and you really don't want her to do that either. Please let me bring her home. At the very least, you have to talk to her." "All right bring her." and I hung up. They got home a little after four, just as I got back from picking up the kids from my parent's where they had spent the weekend. Edna's eyes were bloodshot and she looked like hell. Cynthia had a wary look on her face, like she didn't know what to expect of me. The kids were all over Edna in their greeting not even noticing her distress. Then they disappeared upstairs to their video games and cell phones, leaving three somber adults. Edna started to say, "Cal, I'm so sorry........" I turned to Cynthia and said "Tell her I'm not ready to talk yet. Things would be said that couldn't be taken back. You can bunk with her until you leave; I moved my things out of our bedroom," We brought in pizza for dinner and the kids chattered away the whole time we were at the table. Cynthia and I kept up a quiet conversation when we could get a word in and I continued to ignore Edna as she picked at her food. When dinner was over the kids returned to their rooms and Edna, after looking hopefully at me and getting no encouragement, left to go her bedroom. "Cal, you have to talk to her," Cynthia began. "You have to let her explain." "Explain! Explain what? That she let him use her like a slut. Like a whore. He left her lying on her bed with cum leaking from her ass and her cunt. Probably would have been leaking from her mouth too if she hadn't swallowed it. Come to think of it, maybe it did leak from her mouth after all, it was all over her face and tits too. She looked like a used condom after it was thrown away." "I know, I saw her. After you left I went in to see if she was all right, she wasn't a pretty sight but she wasn't hurt." "Did you think I would beat her?" "I didn't know what to think. I could see how furious you were and I could see in your eyes how much you were hurting. Just like I see it now. But she is hurting too. She was crying the whole way home. She doesn't know what came over her or why she went overboard like that. You have to listen to her; you have to talk to her. I think she really loves you and is genuinely sorry for what she did." "I wish I could believe that Cyn, but after what I heard and saw this weekend......I don't know what....," my words trailed off. All the stress and the emotions of the past few days overwhelmed me and I broke down, I started to cry. "Oh Cal," she said, "you don't deserve what happened; you're much too nice a guy." Her arms went around me as she hugged me to comfort me and I hugged her back. "I don't know what came over my friend," she continued, "it was completely out of character for her. I know she's not like that." Meanwhile her forehead was against my cheek and it became wet from my tears. I kissed away the dampness on her forehead and then I kissed my tears from her eyelids. I continued kissing her face, following the trail of my tears until I kissed her lips and our breathing changed. The kiss became passionate. I don't know why it happened; maybe I was looking for reassurance. I only knew that I wanted her. I wanted to make love to her. I didn't want to fuck her, I wanted love, the kind I had with Edna up until this past weekend. I didn't want the cum slut that Edna had become with Adam. I wanted the pure love we had always had; I wanted to find that again. And I did, tender, sweet, gentle love. Passionate, fulfilling love that left us complete, tenderly kissing, still connected until my contracting penis slowly withdrew from her. "I'm sorry Cyn; I never planned for that to happen." "I'm not." she confessed, "I was thrilled when Edna asked me to seduce you. I have wanted to try you since I met you at your wedding." "I'm not that kind of guy. I don't even know why it happened now. I have never cheated on her before." "Look, it's been a weird and stressful weekend. Talk to her tomorrow after the kids go to school, see if you can repair your marriage. If I have your promise that there will be no violence, I'll leave you two to settle this yourselves. I'll leave very early in the morning to get back home and make sure I don't loose my job." "I promise Cyn, no violence, and I want you to know how much I appreciate what you have done for us, and for me. You gave me back a lot of confidence in myself as a competent husband." "There's no reason for you to feel that way. Believe me, I know. If Henry had been anything like you I would still be married. You are a more than a competent husband and lover." By nine o'clock in the morning the house was empty except for Edna and I, she was still in her bedroom. As a peace gesture I brought her a breakfast tray. When she sat up to receive it, her embarrassment was evident. When I silently sat in a chair facing her, she began talking as she nibbled on a piece of toast and sipped her coffee. "I guess I went a little crazy, didn't I? I just got carried away in the excitement of the weekend. Reliving those wonderful adolescent years with old friends just went to my head. I just forgot myself. I forgot my responsibilities and who I am and I let myself go. When you gave me permission for an open marriage for the weekend I became intoxicated with the freedom it implied and I guess I went nuts. I am sorry. I never meant to hurt you, I love you Cal, please forgive me. After all you did give me a free pass. I never cheated on you." "Yes I did, an open marriage, but just for the weekend. What about all the other times you cheated with Adam? All the months you had phone sex with him. All the times you brought yourself to orgasm at his instruction. Even though he used words and your fingers to fuck you instead of his cock, you came for him and you told him you wanted more. I have it all on tape, every word from that afternoon you fucked him." She started to cry, tears ran down her cheeks and soft sobs racked her body, "But he never touched .........." "And the lies," I continued, "About not knowing he was coming to the reunion until you saw him there. About going shopping with Cynthia when you were planning to fuck him all day Friday? That was a free pass day and yet you lied again and compounded it by trying to pimp your friend off on me. Was it perhaps, to salve your conscience?" She covered her face with her hands and rocked her body back and forth as she cried louder. "Friday, at the party, you carried on like a slut. His hands were all over you while you were on the dance floor. Not only did you permit it but you let him finger fuck you to orgasm right there in public. Everyone there saw it. So much for not humiliating me. When Cynthia and I got back after three in the morning and there was no sound from our room, I went in to check on you. What I saw was disgusting. Your thighs were coated thick with the cum leaking from your pussy and your ass. Your face and chest were covered with dry flaking cum and some was drooling out of your mouth. He must be some stud because you had been fucking him all day and then again all evening and I couldn't understand how one man could cum so much." Her body flinched as if I had hit her and for a moment her face lifted from her hands. There was a look of pure horror pasted there until she covered it again with her hands. "How many others were there Edna?" I asked. "I don't know." she sobbed. "How many at once?" The only answer I got was a renewed burst of crying and I got up and left the room. I spent the rest of the day at my office. When I got home in the evening everything was normal. The kids were upstairs and Edna was in the kitchen. It was like the weekend had never happened. I had a drink to unwind, we all sat down to dinner, the conversation flowed, everything normal. After dinner the kids went upstairs, I went into my den; Edna went to her bedroom, everything normal. But was it? The kids finally knew something was wrong. I couldn't bring myself to kiss her when I left in the morning or when I came home in the evening. Nor were there any affectionate touching gestures between Edna and me. The whole atmosphere in our home had changed and I guess it was because of me. Even though I hadn't seen it, I couldn't get the images of her in bed with more than one guy. It ate away at me. I even consulted a lawyer about a divorce and found out that no matter what, I would get fucked with alimony and child support and paying for two homes. There was no way I could afford that and maintain a decent life style for any of us under those conditions. One night about after a month of the new normal Edna knocked on my den door. She pleaded, "Cal, would you please come up and sleep with me." I had to bite my tongue to stop myself from asking if sleeping with her would get me the same kind of sex that Adam got when she got my permission to sleep with him. Instead I demurred with, "I don't think so Edna, I'm kind of busy right now." I was reading the newspaper. "Please Cal. I want to be your wife again. We haven't been together since that awful day. I love you and I want our old life back. Please." She was begging, her lower lip and chin were quivering and she looked so pitiful that I caved in and went to bed with her. It was a disaster. I only got semi-hard and I lost that when she tried to suck me harder. "Oh Cal," she cried, "I've made such a mess of things, I'm so sorry, will you ever forgive me. I started to see a therapist to help me understand why I went so crazy that day. She would like to talk to you too, could you come with me some day? Please, I love you so much and I'm so afraid of loosing you." And that is how I met Amanda Gosling, she was the therapist. A striking black woman, not beautiful but she has a presence that I noticed immediately. Black hair that fell softly to cover the back of her neck and flashing dark eyes that sparkled and bore into mine as we conversed. Edna sat meekly beside me as Amanda and I spoke about her as if she wasn't there. "Edna told me that her behavior at her high school reunion upset you." Amanda began. "Damn right," I replied, "she acted like a total slut. She was a whore for her boyfriend." "She couldn't help it. That's what she is under certain circumstances." "Certain circumstances? What are you talking about?" I questioned. "Well you did give her a free pass, an open marriage for the weekend." "Yeah, I did, much to my regret. But not to be his whore." "Do you love her Cal?" She caught me completely off base. I had to think before I replied. "I did until all this shit came down. I'm not so sure now." "Maybe you will again after I explain." "Explain? How can you excuse that kind of behavior?" "Edna is a submissive personality. Latent, until someone takes control of her and then she willingly complies. She can't help it. Look at her now; sitting there quietly while we discuss her just like she was a school girl in the principles office. Adam knew this and used it to reconnect with her. She could no more help herself than you could stop from drinking water when you are thirsty." Amanda continued, "I recognized this in her the first time I interviewed her, but you never did. You accepted her desire to please you as your due as her husband, but you never recognized the depth and totality of that desire. She loves you but her need for control must be met, if not by you, then by someone else who could replace you. Simply put, you must become more dominant, especially sexually." "What kind of bullshit are you trying to hand me," I asked, "all this psychobabble doesn't change that she's a slut and she put out for Adam and I don't know how many of his friends." A flash of anger crossed Amanda's face as she replied to my barb. "Yes, she can be a slut for anyone knowing enough and dominant enough to control her like I do." "Like you do? What the hell does that mean?" "It means that your wife is now my slut. After three delightful appointments with her she will give herself to me anytime I want her." She then turned to my wife and commanded, "Edna, come stand next to me." I watched my wife move to Amanda's side and I heard Amanda say in a very dulcet voice as her hand moved up inside Edna's skirt, "Did you like what happened last time you were here?" "Amanda please, not in front of Cal." She was pleading but she put up no resistance. The hand up Edna's skirt came down dragging down a pair of white bikini panties. Amanda's other hand had gone up Edna's sweater and I watched fascinated as it manipulated her breast. I could see Edna's hips start to move as she humped the hand that had returned up her skirt and was invading her pussy. Her eyes closed and she became completely oblivious to my presence. Amanda's voice became more insistent, "That's right my little darling, do you want to cum for me now?" "Ohhhh godddddd," was the answering groan as Edna reached out to clutch Amanda's shoulders to keep from falling. "Your nipples are so hard and your cunt is so wet. You're my slut now baby, my play toy. You'll do anything I want, won't you? Answer me when I ask you a question." "Yesssssss,anything. May I cum now?" Edna begged. "Yes sweetie, doit! Cum for me!" As she climaxed her body shuddered and I think she would have collapsed if Amanda's hands had not supported her. I sat there, my mouth agape, astounded by what I seen and how quickly it had happened. Amanda turned to me and said, "The question now is, are you man enough to take her back from me? Take her home Cal, take her home and show her that you are the man she needs. She loves you; all you have to do is man up to your responsibilities and take control of her. Make her your slut and as long as you do, you won't have to worry about anyone else." Open Marriage Weekend Edna was limp and I had to almost carry her as we walked out to the car. We were both silent on the ride home, When we entered the front door and I stopped her in the hall, then walked her into the living room. When I sat on the sofa and pulled her across my lap I met no resistance. When I flipped her skirt up over her back I saw a smile break out over her face. When I brought my hand down on her bare ass and said, "Edna, you have been a baaaaaaaaad girl," she was laughing though her tears. I never had to worry about Adam or anyone else again.