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The Fifth Day

By: Vancliffe



The Fifth Day

“Where exactly are we going Sally?” I said as I looked across at my wife.

It appeared that my question did not require an answer at least I didn’t get one. I let it pass.

Her hands were gripping the steering wheel a little too tightly I thought and her face seemed tense, I had an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach that things were not quite right, but what?

We’d been married for almost four years and in that time we had not had one serious argument. I felt completely happy with my wife and I was sure, until tonight that she felt the same way. Like most married couples we’d had an occasional tiff, nothing serious, or at least nothing I was aware of.

We had been travelling for almost an hour when she came off the highway and drove down a country road. Still she hadn’t talked very much at all.

“This is intriguing,” I laughed, shuffling in my seat, though I didn’t find it at all humorous, in fact I was beginning to feel the stirrings of annoyance.

I settled further down in my seat and stared at her. Even as she sat there at the steering wheel it couldn’t retract from the tall, elegant beauty of my 25year old wife. I loved her, I loved everything about her; her hair was ebony black and it shone like the wing of a raven. Her physical appearance, the ivory skin, the full lips, the pert little nose, the big brown eyes, just complimented her normally bubbling personality. I worshipped her.

She was oblivious to the fact that her light-blue cotton summer dress had ridden halfway up her thighs. I could see the crotch of her matching blue panties. She appeared to be preoccupied with other thoughts and I was torn between wanting to know and not wanting to know what those thoughts were?

I couldn’t look at her without picturing her naked. Her long slim legs, the light skin contrasting with the jet black tuft of pubic hair just above the swell of her shaved pussy lips that curved down between her thighs. “Designer stubble” she used to say. Her 34b breasts perkily standing there with their pronounced areolas sticking out, almost pubescent, crowned by thick nipples that stood out an inch when aroused.

I fleetingly considered what I had that appealed to her, that could make someone as lovely as her want to spend their life with me. Physically I suppose I’m not too bad. 27 years old, just over 6ft, fair-haired, blue-eyed and if modesty permits, handsome. I’m out-going caring and considerate. Oh! And I think worth considering, I can get a hard on at the drop of a hat.

“Okay Sally! Enough”! I startled her with my outburst. She turned to me and a little tight-lipped smile crossed her lovely face.

“Enough”! She echoed. Then she actually laughed. That lovely bubbling, tinkling laugh that I love so much, but it had lost some of it’s appeal tonight. Something was wrong, and I had the feeling that I wouldn’t be a happy man when I found out what it was?

Of course there was always that ‘something’ at the back of my mind but I dismissed it, it couldn’t be that? 

“Enough what? I haven’t done or said anything wrong, --- have I?” she said in wide-eyed innocence.

“I just get the feeling that something is upsetting you? That ‘I’ have upset you, and whatever it is I just want to know honey,” I squeezed her thigh

“ I hate to see you upset, I wouldn’t harm you for the world.”

I thought for a second she was going to cry; then she seemed to shrug it off.

“I know that whatever you did you wouldn’t do it intentionally to hurt me Peter, but I also know we are not as close as we were, I feel that we need to clear the air? You can’t blame me with all this going around in my head that I’ve found myself a little full up lately?” 

That spontaneous bubbling laughter again, that seemed a contradiction with what she’d just said as if something humorous had just occurred to her.

“With all what?” I spat out in frustration.

“The reason I suggested this night out, away from our normal haunts is to give us a chance to sort things out?” she looked me directly in the eye. “And whether we leave together or apart?” 

It was as if she had slapped me; “Wha--? What do you mean?” “If we leave together or apart?” I said incredulously. “Surely things aren’t as serious as that?”

“I think deep down you know that they are Peter?” That intense look again.

She suddenly perked up and with the strained smile said, “Enough for now, tonight we open Pandora’s box then get on with our lives.” “Together or apart?”

“You seem almost matter-of-fact about this! I can’t believe you are even contemplating such a thing!” I said “and what do mean, ‘open Pandora’s box’?”

“I’ve had quite a while to think about this and tonight there will be some revelations and some questions? And our future will depend on how we react to them?”

“I don’t know what on earth you are talking about??” I stuttered. 

There was a raging silence between us as she turned our MPV into the car park of a rather grand-looking restaurant. Perhaps twenty or so vehicles were clustered near the front entrance so instead of parking there she drove around the side of the building past an impressive looking motorhome and continued on around to the other side. She stopped, pulled on the hand brake and switched off the engine. I’m bursting for a pee Pete! Lock up, I’ll see you inside?” Throwing the keys to me she reached into the back, picked up her purse and wrap and quickly got out, walking hurriedly out of sight around the side of the building.

I sat for a minute or two trying to digest what had (and hadn’t) been said, then I got out of the car, remote locked it and followed in the direction my wife had took, with the profound knowledge and realisation that tonight was going to be like no other night of my life and I didn’t like the feeling.

There were a few people milling about around the entrance as I made my way through into the main restaurant area. Settling myself on a stool at the bar, I ordered a beer and waited for Sally to appear.

I sat there trying to make sense of the whole situation but all the while with the sound resolve in my mind that whatever happened tonight there was no way I would allow her to walk away from me. Had things really got this bad between us; I couldn’t believe it? 

About fifteen or so minutes later I saw her at the door near the entrance, she raised her hand in recognition and walked over. Her eyes had a glazed look and her face was flushed as though she had been crying and I somehow felt responsible.

I held out my hand and took her arm“ Are you okay sweetheart?” I said, concerned. “You look as though you’ve been crying? It rips me apart to see you hurting!”

“Do I really!” she smiled sheepishly again. “No, I haven’t been crying! It’s rather hot don’t you think? Could you order me a beer too, then we’ll find our table?”

“Hello Sally!” I turned to see the bartender looking at my wife. “How are you tonight?” he said beaming at her. 

“I’m fine thanks! This is my husband Peter,” she gestured towards me. He seemed to look surprised, smiling at me as we acknowledged each other. What was going on here? I felt more and more uncomfortable with the way this night was evolving.

I ordered a couple of beers then we were ushered to a table at the far end of the restaurant. Each table was in a flamboyantly decorated enclosure allowing the illusion of privacy.

I removed her wrap then she tucked herself in behind the table, on a padded bench-like seat and placed her purse beside her, all the while looking at me rather nervously I thought. I seated myself directly in front of her and put her wrap on the chair beside me.

The waiter made his way over, pad and pencil at the ready. Neither of us felt like eating just then. There were more pressing things than food on the menu, so I ordered a carafe of red wine and a double whiskey. I felt I needed it.

“It’s obvious you’ve been here before?” I quizzed. “Don’t you think you owe me some sort of explanation?”

“Yes, I do!” she said, reaching for her purse. She looked very uncomfortable as she snapped it open and took out an envelope. Her gaze never left my eyes as she extracted a photo from it and held it up facing me.

My God! It was Tina, it couldn’t be! How could she know! How much does she know! Where did she get the picture?????? I could feel the colour draining from my face. I thought it was an episode of my life that was gone, forgotten, to be left to fade into nothing more than a memory.

Now I knew why she had been acting so strangely. What I thought was buried, the one thing in my life that could hurt us had come back to haunt me!!

“How?—Where?” I stammered!

“What’s wrong Peter? You look like you’ve seen a ghost?”

“I!----I!” my mind was racing for a way out. There wasn’t one.

“What! You can explain?” She said calmly. “I don’t think so; so allow me to explain for you?” In a clipped monotone she continued. “Nina Anders, 27, 5ft 4, blonde, or is she? You could probably answer that one better than me? She is your opposite number from the Edinburgh office and on her last four day visit here, you-fucked-her-seven-times!”

The ‘fuck’ word coming from Sally hit me like a sledge hammer I had never heard her use language like that and how could she know how many times, I didn’t even know how many times? 

“Oh! Jesus! Please Sally? Lets talk about this” 

“And what else CAN you say? That you DIDN’T fuck her? That you WEREN’T buried inside her up to your balls? That you DIDN’T shoot your come up into her AT LEAST SEVEN TIMES? That you WEREN’T kissing, sucking, licking, cuddling and” she paused, tears filling her eyes “making love?” She almost whispered.

“Dear God Sally! I’m sorry! So very, very sorry!”

“Shut up! Just shut up Peter! And let me tell you one or two things?”

“You must be wondering how I acquired the knowledge of your ‘indiscretions’? It was purely by accident just over a month ago, not long after her visit to you? If you remember you asked me to find the nearest auto-parts centre for that part you wanted, so I decided to use your computer to find it? While I was idly surfing I thought I’d check your email for you never dreaming that a couple of clicks of the mouse would have such a devastating affect on me?” 

She dabbed at her eyes with her handkerchief as she continued; “Didn’t you wonder why she hadn’t contacted you?” She queried.

I had wondered why she had not been in touch but I put it down to her feeling the same way I did. That it had been nothing more than a fling, sexual curiosity, an erotic mini-venture, and once we had got it out of our systems it would mean nothing. Add to that the awful overwhelming feeling of guilt and regret that I felt and I assumed she did, I though we had both decided to leave it at that. Apparently I was wrong!

“When I saw the email from the Edinburgh office I assumed it related to your work and saw no harm in opening it! Boy was I wrong!!!!”

“You’ve guessed it! It was from her. Her opening words were ‘Seven times in 4 days?’ it could have meant anything, I didn’t catch on until I innocently read further. At first it was matter-of-fact stuff about the business, then she said the main reason she was emailing was to tell you that she had got the job she had applied for and was leaving the firm, but then she carried on to describe in great detail what you and she had done and that she thought it better to send the email to your private computer rather than to the office where there were ‘too many nosey people?” 

“I would not believe! Could not believe what I was reading but all the while knowing it was true. I was physically sick Peter! I thought I was going to faint. I just sat there, staring at the monitor, the taste of bile in my mouth. How long I sat there I don’t know. A million things ran through my mind. Killing her! Killing you! Divorce! How could you hurt me in this way? Destroy us? Could I hurt you the way you had hurt me, and gradually the little seed of vengeance began to germinate.

I emailed her back in your name and eventually found out everything that had happened between you. She even emailed you a picture as a keepsake. The cow!” She waved the picture in front of me.

“(You) finished by wishing her well in her new position and that though you enjoyed your fling, you loved your wife so ‘bon chance’ you said and goodbye! That! I hoped had severed the contact between you, now I had to work out how to do to you what you had done to me?”

“What do you mean by that?” I said, already knowing the answer.

“Exactly what I said!” she looked at me defiantly. “You fucked her seven times in four days so I would do the same then see what was left of us, if anything, afterwards?”

“Don’t do this Sally! I beg you not to do it! I’ll do anything you say! Anything! I love you! I was an idiot! I couldn’t stand it if you went with someone!” 

“A bit late for that I’m afraid?” She said sheepishly, her gaze darting from one of my eyes to the other. “Four days late actually! This is the fifth day?

“I don’t believe you! You wouldn’t do it! You couldn’t do it! You’re saying that to get back at me? That’s it isn’t it? You want to hurt me by saying you’ve been with someone else?”

“Oh! Peter! Peter! Peter!” she said shaking her head “what have I to do to convince you that I’ve done all those things you and Tina did and more?”

Again those eyes boring into me. “A lot more?” 

“You are my life Sal, I know you! You are not the type? You couldn’t just do something like that? I can’t believe what you say!” I said, praying I was right. “You’re everything I could ever need or want! I want nobody else! I made the biggest mistake of my life! I don’t have any feelings for her! It was nothing more than--- than,” 

“Than fucking!” she said rather loudly causing one or two heads to turn.

Lowering her voice she went on. “You want proof eh? If you shut up and listen I’ll give you all the proof you need? And if you don’t shut up and let me finish what I have to say, we part here! Right now!!!” She said ominously, quietly.

“Okay” I said. “But when we leave, we leave together no matter what you say?”

“That!” she said. “hasn’t been decided yet? Now listen?”

“That day I found out about you, I was a mess, but once I’d decided what I was going to do I was determined not to let you know I knew, so, difficult as it was, I prettied myself up for you coming home and pretended everything was hunky-dory. I must have done a good job because you never seemed to notice. You even commented on how nice my hair looked. We even made love. I thought it would be difficult letting you put your cock into me after knowing what you had done and where it had been, but it wasn’t? Once we’d started I surprised myself, it was just you and me again and I enjoyed it, you even made me cum!”

“If it’s any consolation I found it very hard to come to terms with what I intended to do. It was really quite strange and unnatural knowing I was eventually going to ask someone to fuck me, not once but several times over a number of days and I have to say I found the idea arousing!

But the more I thought about what you had done the more determined I was to go through with it. So every day since then, while you were at work I was out searching for a possible partner. Not just anyone Peter. He had to fit a certain criteria. You had sex with her unprotected. I would do the same, but I needed to know he had no transmittable diseases? You never thought to find out about her! DID YOU?”

I opened my mouth to reply but she held up her hand. “Listen!” she said.

“You spurted your spunk up into her regardless of the consequences! I know she wasn’t on the pill! Didn’t it occur to you, you might have made her pregnant!” “ So!” she said, “He would do the same to me?” she leaned back against the seat just looking at me, as though she was waiting for me to react, but after her outburst I decided it would be wiser if I to let her have her say before I said anything.

“You know how men would come onto me at times, when I wasn’t remotely interested. After all, I was quite happy with you. But oddly, when I wanted some male ‘input’ (pun intended) it was thin on the ground, and those who did try it on didn’t appeal to me. I was beginning to feel that my plan was going to fail, that is until a couple of weeks ago when I found this place. I just wandered in here one day to grab a bite when I had more or less given up on finding a man that could fill my requirements and someone I might feel sexually attracted to. I sat at this same table and ordered a sandwich, I looked up and he was there! Sitting at the bar, smiling. He’s not as tall as you but very handsome with a muscular build and a devilish smile. He lifted his glass in acknowledgment of me. I smiled back at him Peter, and all the while I was looking at him I was thinking, yes. With him I think I could? I had never had sex with anyone other than you and I would have been happy if it had stayed that way. Make no mistake, you are the one who has opened my legs?” 

“ I had wanted somewhere away from our home where I was less likely to be known and this place fitted the bill perfectly, and of my handsome stranger? What do I do now? How do I approach him? Without him thinking me a prostitute? Or worse still, a basket case? What would he think of my proposal? Was he married, was he ‘clean’, was he ‘up’ to it? A lot of questions had to be answered? While I sat there my sandwiches arrived, I took a bite then stretched across the table to add some salt letting my legs part slightly. It was another warm day so I had on that short primrose summer dress you like with a white bra, panties and yellow sandals. I was fully aware that he was looking and that the insides of my thighs and crotch were in a direct line with his vision.”

“You wouldn’t do that Sally! Don’t you think I know you? It’s entirely out of character!” I said with some conviction. 

“I totally agree with you?” she said. “I would not do anything like that, under normal circumstances? But these circumstances were not normal. I felt you were responsible for anything and everything I might do and in a strange way it exonerated me? I felt free to do anything that I felt I needed to do!”

I hated to admit it but I could understand her logic, yet I still could not allow myself to believe that she had actually gone through with her threat.

“I wasn’t surprised when he sauntered over and introduced himself, apologising if he was intruding and just generally making pleasant small-talk. He was amazingly easy to talk to, I felt very comfortable in his company, and the more we talked the more convinced I was that he was the one. 

When this idea of doing to you what you did to me first occurred to me I thought once I had met someone that it would probably take one or two meetings before I could ‘bare my soul’ as it were, and tell him, but with this man I felt so at ease that I had related the last few weeks of my life and my intentions in no time at all. Believe me Peter I had his full attention!” she looked intensely into my eyes again.

“I am going to be very explicit now Peter and explain in every detail what he said, how it affected me, what we did on that first day and what I thought while it was happening! You will have proof of the rest of our get-togethers, but I don’t know if I will ever tell you what happened?

He told me certain things about himself, answered a lot of the questions I needed answers to. I found out that his job allowed him to be available over the next few days and it was then that it really hit me that I knew for a fact I was actually going to go through with it, with him. And it was only then that I realised how wet I had got?

I can see his smile now as he realised I had made my choice. I don’t think he could believe his luck.” 

“How are you going to approach this?” he said


The Fifth Day: Another Ending



The following is an alternate version of the story: "The Fifth Day" and "The Fifth Day - Laying the Ghost" by VanCliffe. I had trouble understanding the reason for the Fifth Day in the original story (my problem). So, I wrote this ending which seems to fit the story in a different manner. It would be advisable for the reader to have first read "The Fifth Day" before reading this alternate ending.

My apologies to VanCliffe if I have done damage to his original story.

Comments and criticisms would be greatly appreciated.

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The world seemed to be spinning out of control as I sat in the front seat of the van. My mind was in a total mess. Those little bells that had been going off in my head all week were correct. But, I had not paid serious attention to them.

Something was amiss since last Tuesday evening when Sally told me she had called the doctor because of a yeast infection that she had contracted. She said the doctor prescribed some medicine to cure the yeast infection and he also told her to refrain from having intercourse for at least a week. 

The manner in which she told me this didn't sound very convincing. It had been years since Sally had an yeast infection. She had learned how to clean herself and prevent the nasty infections from coming back. There were a couple more warning bells that went off in the back of my mind. I shook my head and said nothing. 

Sometime earlier this week, it must have been the first day when she was with him, Tuesday she said, she seemed totally different and distant as we sat having supper. More bells were going off in the back of my head. After supper, she excused herself and went into the bedroom to lie down. I watched some stupid TV shows for a couple of hours and then went to bed.

Sally wasn't sleeping as I came into the bedroom, but there was something cold about her as I got into bed. She turned off the lights and didn't respond when I said 'Good night, lover.' More bells went off. I just kept ignoring them.

The rest of the week, she held this distant aloft demeanor which had me so confused. Several times I tried to broach the subject with her, trying to find out what was bothering her. She deflected my questions and didn't answer me directly. I thought it must be the yeast infection bothering her because she was in mid cycle.

Although it was a busy week for me at work, Thursday morning just before lunch, I called Sally to invite her out to lunch as we had frequently done on the past. There was no answer at home or on her cell phone. That caught me as particularly strange because Sally, like most women, was never far away from a phone. I did not leave her a voice message I called. This time the alarm bells seemed to resonate a little more in my brain. 

Whatever was bothering Sally, needed to be brought out in the open. I just made a note this weekend I would get her away and we could then have a quiet time to explore what was troubling her. We needed to have a deep husband and wife discussion about our current relationship. I even thought, if the circumstances were right, I might confess my fall from grace and renew my promise that I would never stray from our marriage vows again.

But now, in this horrendous way, Sally had thrown up it all up in my face. Her knowledge about my tryst with Tina and the deep hurt I had caused her. Then, in a more spiteful way, she presented me with this sordid revengeful affair she conjured up as a way to get back at me for the one time I was unfaithful to her. This was the reason she was so distant from me and had given me a phony excuse for not having sex with me all week.

Sitting in the van, my mind went over this whole sorry mess. 

True, it all started because I was seduced into having sex with another woman. Sally then found out through an email from Tina. And without ever confronting me with the facts, she decided she would get her payback through her own tryst.

It would have been so easy for her to confront me and extract a confession. She would have heard my confession and the promise I made to myself that I would never ever again cheat on her. With that confession, she would be able to extract a heavy penance from me for a long time.

I would have told her that I was sick to my stomach when I came home from that week long project session at the resort. When I walked into the house, I had the strong urge to come right out and confess my fall from grace right then and there. But, I didn't. I didn't want to hurt her. I thought the episode would disappear and soon be forgotten by Tina and me. 

I felt Sally didn't need to be hurt needlessly. It was a one time tryst. Never to be repeated again. So, I hid the truth from her, only to have the truth surface without my knowledge. Now, our marriage is in complete turmoil and its future in grave doubt.

The more I thought about this situation, the more I began to realize Sally had really pushed this revenge thing much further than she need just to even the score. I had not tried to purposely hurt Sally with my indiscretion. Nothing I did was so blatant as what she was doing to get her payback. She didn't have to sit in a parking lot like I was, all the while knowing I was having sex with another woman at this moment. My fall from grace was done far away from her without any premeditation or her knowledge of my tryst.

Now, after finding out about my indiscretion, all of her actions were premeditated and calculated to have the most devastating effect on me. It wasn't about evening the score, or just payback. No! It was all about her being spiteful and wanting to cut me deeply by her actions. Then again, maybe she had found a way to end our marriage and be with another man. She had said how different and amazing sex with another man really was for her.

It was easy for her to blame it all on me. It was all my fault. She even came right out and said it was my fault that she spread her legs open for another man. 

But, my mind rebelled against that indictment. Yes, I did have sex with another woman... But, not like she was doing to me with her hateful revenge.

My mind was still trying to find a full justification for her continuing her tryst after she had evened the score in her mind. Why didn't she just drop it there? Why did she have to bring me here and rub my nose in her wanton affair? Just telling me she had been unfaithful would have been sufficient penalty for me. No need to mentally castrate me.

But now, that seems not to have been enough for her. She needed to totally humiliate me and cut me to the quick. Our marriage might have been damaged by my actions, but her actions over these past five days are much more destructive to our holy bond.

As much as I tried, my mind would not let go of the fact that Sally was taking her revenge to the extreme. This was more than she needed to do to punish me. Even after her first day with him, we would have had a good chance to put the broken pieces back together in our marriage. But, now.....

I took a pen and paper out of the glove box and I wrote a quick note on the slip of paper.

DON'T COME HOME.

WE'RE THROUGH.

Your EX-HUSBAND

The slip of paper seemed to be screaming out at me. "Think this over before you act."

Could I do this? Could I end it like this? Could I walk away from the one woman I truly loved? 

But, a little voice in my head asked, did she really love me as deeply as I loved her? If so, how could she be so hateful in her actions? Why was she threatening all night about us maybe going our separate ways? Had she made up her mind already? Was she going to come back later and tell me our marriage was over just to further humiliate me?

The decision was made. I would preempt her decisions by ending our marriage here and now. The thought of her cutting my balls off again by telling me that she wanted her lover and not me, sealed my decision. I got out of the van and walked back to the bar. 

I handed the note and a twenty dollar bill to the bartender.

"Give this note to Sally whenever she returns. OK?"

The bartender looked at me with a curious eye. I'm sure he figured out what the note said without even reading it as he took the note and money from my hand.

"I'll give it to her as soon as she comes back." He nodded his head and slipped the note into his shirt pocket.

I turned and walked out the door. A sudden wave of despair crashed over me like a huge tidal wave. My knees shook and my mouth went instantly dry. Tears welled up in my eyes as I stumbled toward the van. Before I drove away, I took one more deep breath. If I left the parking lot, my marriage would be over. If I stayed, my life might just be a hundred times more miserable than it was at this moment.

The club quickly faded in the rear view mirror. Tears were now streaming down my face. The ride home was a drive through a living hell for me. There was an urge to turn around and face whatever Sally had in store for me. My ego quickly stepped in a squelched that wimpy nagging voice. What's done is done and it won't be undone by me.

My mind was a total mess as I pulled into our driveway. There was a part of me that wanted to hang on to the past. Hang on to my wife and the life we had before. The other part of me, now the more dominate part, began to push my thoughts to what I needed to do next. What happens after this split? What do I have to do to protect myself? What about the actual divorce? What about the living arrangements?

Now, my natural organizing self began to take charge. Protect yourself physically first and foremost. Next, protect yourself legally. Take possession of the house and the bank assets. Get a legal restraining order. 

My mind was now working at deadline speed. Change the locks on the house. That item, all of a sudden became the first priority. I went to the phone book and found a 24 hour locksmith. I dialed his number and after a couple of rings, a man's voice answered.

I told him I had an emergency that required all the locks in the house to be changed out immediately. It couldn't wait till tomorrow or later. He told me there would be a hundred dollar surcharge for coming out at night and on short notice. I agreed to pay the charge and gave him my address. He said he would be out within the hour.

Next, my mind told me that I had to do something to keep Sally from having to get inside the house. Since she only had the clothes that she was wearing. I went to the closet and took out the two largest suitcases we owned. I began to fill them with her dresses, jeans, tops, underwear, several shoes and her bathroom toilet articles. I crammed everything of hers I could into the suitcases. Both bags were extremely heavy, but I managed to get them loaded into the van. It was the vehicle that Sally always drove and we both considered it 'her car'.

After parking the van at the front curb, I left the keys on the front seat and removed the garage door opener. Just as I returned inside the house, the locksmith arrived. He quickly assess the scope of the job. 

"It'll take about an hour to get all 5 locks changed." He said. 

"That's fine. Tell me if you need anything from me." I replied as I sat down in front of the computer. He returned to his truck for the tools he needed.

I went to my email archives to check on the emails Sally had told me she found from Tina. The emails were all there, including the one Sally sent under my name telling Tina essentially to get lost. There was no email reply from Tina. The affair was over. 

As I sat there with the emails on the screen, my mind was mulling over the questions of why Sally didn't directly confront me about the Tina tryst. Why had she chosen to reek her vengeance on me in this most destructive way? Was there something seriously wrong in our marriage that she refused to tell me? Was this her way of getting everything settled in one grand and glorious revenge act?

As I sat, contemplating what I needed to do next, the phone rang. Somehow I knew it was Sally. The phone rang several times and then went into voice mail. With the speakerphone on, I could hear Sally's voice begin to speak. There was a trembling and tightness in her voice.

"Oh god, Peter, please pick up the phone! I know you're there. Please, we need to talk. Don't end our marriage this way. Please, Peter, talk to me now." I could tell that she was on the verge of crying. I didn't pick up the phone. The line went dead in a few seconds.

So now, she was sounding like she wanted to 'kiss and make up' after I had met her challenge and preempted any future actions by her. Somehow, she must have thought my guilt trip would be so intense I would just lie down and let her walk all over me. Wrong!

Sitting down at the computer, I pulled up our bank accounts and proceeded to move all the funds from the joint accounts to an account in my name only. With that done, I called the three credit card companies and reported the cards stolen. They asked if I wanted new ones issued. I told them that I would call them back when I wanted the new cards issued. 

The locksmith came in and told me he was done with all the locks. He gave me a couple sets of keys to the new locks and I gave him a check for his work. Now that part was done. Sally could not get back into the house unless I let her.

The phone rang again while I was still on the computer. I had the word processor program on the screen. The phone call was from Sally again. There was more angst in her voice as she pleaded for me to talk to her. I ignored the phone and began to type out a one page notice in large bold letters.

SALLY,

DO NOT RING THE DOOR BELL OR KNOCK ON THE DOOR. I WILL NOT ANSWER YOU. 

I HAVE PACKED 2 SUITCASES FULL OF YOUR CLOTHES AND OTHER ITEMS. THEY ARE IN THE VAN AT THE CURB. JUST TAKE THE VAN AND DRIVE AWAY.

AFTER YOU FIND A PLACE TO LIVE, SEND ME THE ADDRESS AND I WILL SEND THE REST OF YOUR BELONGINGS.

YOU STATED SEVERAL TIMES TONIGHT THAT WE MIGHT JUST GO OUR SEPERATE WAYS. YOU WERE RIGHT. NOW YOU HAVE CHOSEN YOUR PATH, YOU CAN WALK IT ALONE. SOMEHOW I WILL FIND MY OWN PATH TO WALK.

GOOD BYE.

YOUR EX-HUSBAND

I made several changes to the notice before I finally printed it out. I took the notice and taped it to the outside of the front door. It was quite obvious to me Sally would get a ride back here and try to confront me face to face. That wasn't going to happen.

Walking around the house, I checked all the windows and doors making sure they were all secured and locked. Then I disconnected the front door bell, no sense in having that annoying sound attack me sometime during the night. 

After my security walk around, I went into the den, poured myself a very tall Jack Daniel's. As I slumped down in my lounge chair and took my first long sip, my hands began to shake and tremble so badly I had to set the glass down on the table. My mind had just exploded into an a ball of emotional pain. I began to cry uncontrollably. It was like I was in some kind of nightmare and I was trying so hard to wake myself up. Yet, every other sense in my body told me this was no dream, this was reality. Then, I remembered the envelope and the wet panties I had shoved into my pocket. 

The envelop probably contained a 'Dear John' letter I thought as I opened it. Photographs. No letter, just dozen or so photographs. 

I had no doubt in my mind what the subject of the pictures would be. I thumbed through the selection dispassionately, amazed at how calm I had become with an almost analytical eye, as though the cunt depicted in most of the shots in glorious color was not that of my wife. 

One showed the swollen labia, open and ready, the forefingers of a male hand pulling back the hood of her clit, exposing it red and raw looking, distended, alert, above the yawning crimson hole, glistening with moisture, that was evidently about to be, or had just been fucked. There was no doubt that it was my wife in those photos. I could see her face in some of the shots and her 'designer stubble' in most of the others. She hadn't lied about his penis either. It was a weird appendage, crowned with what looked like the head of a big mushroom. I was developing a severe dislike for this man. 

Another shot showed jets of cum that had been ejaculated onto her belly, a trail of cum hanging from the gaping mouth of her sex. The flash of the camera had lit up the inside of her abused cunt. I could see the grayish-white sperm inside her, contrasting with the redness of her vaginal passage. 

Yet another showed him wedged belly to belly up inside her. Another with his hand wrapped around his prick poised at her opening, a stream of whiteness spewing from the mushroom end into her. 

Then, turning to the next one my heart sank. It was the one image I was praying I wouldn't see. The bulbous head of his cock buried just inside the straining ring of her once virgin anus. In the picture a female hand could be seen. Her hand! Pushing against his groin as though in protest against the unnatural assault. A futile attempt judging by the next photo, he was sunk right in ball deep, their bodies gleaming with the fluids from her orifices. 

It went on and on, each one superseding the last in its grossness, it's explicitness. There was no doubt in my mind whose influence had generated them and whose hand was directing the action and taking the photographs. It was her lover and she was willingly submitting to his ever direction and command. "Anything!" She said that she told him on the first day.

This was her final act of total humiliation heaped upon my male ego. Cuckold, that was me now. That would continue to be me in the future if I lost the courage to end our marriage at this point. My first thought was to destroy these photos and her panties, but then the another thought took its place. This was prime evidence of her wanton adultery that would surely weigh in my favor if Sally ever wanted to get down and dirty during the divorce proceedings. The photos and panties went into a Ziplock bag which I place in the locked safe. 

Then I went to my computer again and pulled up the emails sent by Tina and Sally. I deleted each of the emails. After thinking about what I would say, I sent Tina an email to her new address. In the email, I explained that the last email she received was sent to her by Sally after she found Tina's email to me. I went into all the sordid details of Sally's revenge actions. I told her I would be filing for a divorce from Sally the first thing on Monday. I also told her just how fantastic she was during our four days and if she were to come to town, she should definitely call me. Finally, I asked Tina if she would have any problem denying that she and I ever had a tryst if Sally wanted to use that against me. I told her to reply to my email address at work. I didn't want any evidence to be on the home computer.

I sent the email off into cyber space not knowing what the outcome might be. After it was sent, I hit the delete button and the email disappeared from the screen and memory. 

Tina could either be a 'friend' and deny the tryst if asked or, she could be one of the 'band of sisters' and turn the tables on me. If she turned on me, that might cause more problems for me in the long haul. But, I felt it was worth the chance to see just how Tina would react to the news that it was Sally who sent her the last email telling her to get lost. I was counting on her sympathy after she read the details of Sally's hateful payback actions.

Nothing more to do tonight except finish my JD, shower and go to bed. 

All of a sudden there was a loud pounding on the front door. Without even looking, I knew it was Sally. Then I heard her voice calling to me asking me to let her in. Begging me to talk to her. The banging on the door continued for about 15 minutes and then stopped. 




The Fifth Day: Another Ending



I remained in bed, all the lights in the house were off. There was a deadly silence throughout the dark house. The silence was broken by the sound of a car engine starting up and then driving away. I got out of bed and looked out the front window. The van was gone. Where to? I didn't know nor did I care.

Sleep didn't come easy to me. I lay there in our marital bed, a place where Sally and I had some fantastic sexual adventures. The room now seemed to have a gigantic void right in the middle of it. 

Sunday morning I woke up more tired than when I had gone to bed. The stress and tensions were having their toll on my mind and body. I knew I would have to do some strenuous exercising to get my body back to normal shape. It would take a lot more to get my mind and emotions back into shape.

There was no use in fixing breakfast for only one, so I got dressed and decided to go to IHOP for some food. When I opened the front door, I saw that Sally had written something on the notice that I had taped to the door.

Please, Peter, don't do this to us.

Don't end our marriage this way.

I still love you and want to remain your wife.

Please, we need to sit down and talk this through.

Please, call me on my cell phone. We need to talk.

Please.

Your loving wife.

Sally

For a moment, I could feel my defensive walls start to crumble slightly as I read her note. But then, my bruised and tattered ego came roaring back and bolstered those defensive walls back up. The small voice kept shouting at me. 

"There are too many unanswered questions here! Too much spitefulness, to be pushed aside! Too much hatefulness to be reckoned with!"

I knew the voice was right. My emotions are easily swayed by my love for my wife. But, there was the hard glaring fact that she took her revenge far beyond the point where it was just evening the score. There was something there I never knew existed inside Sally's psyche. 

As I read the note again, there was no apology, no 'I'm sorry' in the words she wrote. Come to think of it, there was no apology or 'I'm sorry' in the 2 phone messages she left me. Why not? If she wanted to smooth things over, why was she not at least offering up an apology.....even if she didn't mean it?

Something had happened to Sally last week that pushed her to move beyond her initial tryst with her revenge lover. My mind tried to grasp what it might have been. Nothing immediately came to mind. I would have to dwell on those questions a lot longer and harder to come up with an answer.

Breakfast was very enjoyable. I was starved and the food was good. My spirits began to lift a little as I read the morning paper. Nothing exciting in the news. The middle east was still in turmoil. So what's new? Nobody seemed able to broker a peace over there. All it was over there was seething hatred and retaliation over and over again.

The thought just hit me. Broker a peace. Why didn't Sally want to first broker a peace between us? Why did she feel that she had to retaliate as viciously as she did? Why was her love for me so thin that my one fall from grace demanded her to totally humiliate me?

As I paid the tab, the young lady at the cash register gave my a special look and smile. "Have a great day, sir!" She said as she handed me my change. Would this be a great day or not? Only time would tell.

The drive home was a little easier. My hunger for food was satisfied and now my mind was focused on the up coming events of next week. What about the divorce? Should I start it now? Should I wait a little while?

Just as I turned the corner onto my street, I saw Sally's van parked in front of the house. Not a good time for me to have a face to face with Sally. I had not completely solved my dilemma or reached a place in my mind where I could find justification for all her actions. I quickly turned to car around and drove away from the house. 

Unless she broke into the house, she would have to sit in her van waiting for my return. Just like she wanted me to wait in that bar yesterday. She could sit there all day for all I cared. I drove up to the health club and got dressed into my work out clothes. This was something I knew that I needed. A strenuous work out would take my mind off the problems which were facing me. At least for a couple of hours it would.

During my workout, I met a former college buddy of mine, Frank Keen. We chatted awhile and he told me he had recently been divorced. My antennas peaked up and I began to question him about the mechanics of filing for divorce and what pit falls a guy should look out for. It was a very informative half hour discussion which ended with Frank giving me the name of the attorney who had handled his divorce.

Now, I had some direction to focus my next actions on. I would call the divorce attorney the next day, Monday, and get the paperwork started. Maybe I would be better prepared to have that face to face confrontation with Sally which I knew was inevitable. 

After the gym, I had a light lunch at Fresh Choice and the decided I needed to relax a little more. I drove to the movie complex and selected "Seabiscuit" as the movie that might take my mind off my current problems. It was a good movie, a distracting movie which I really needed.

When I got home later that evening, Sally's van was gone. No van, brought a sigh of relief from me as I pulled into the garage and closed the garage door. Checking the house, I found everything in order. When I opened the front door, I found another note from Sally pleading with me to sit down and talk with her. Still no apology, no 'I'm sorry'. I closed the door and locked it.

A warm shower, a couple of Excedrin PM tablets and it was off to bed for me. I needed the rest, I needed to bolster my physical and mental acumen for the events of the coming week. Sleep was deep and peaceful, I woke up totally refreshed. 

After getting dressed and ready for work, I noticed that the message light on the phone was blinking. I must have forgotten to check it last night. There were two messages on the machine. Both from Sally. Both pleading with me to meet with her and talk. Neither one had any form of apology or hint of regret in her voice. It dawned on me that she was holding back on any apology in order to try and keep the guilt monkey on my back. What a shame that our once idyllic marriage had come down to trying to dodge the blame for our actions. 

At the office, I instructed the receptionist, Anne, and my secretary, Alice, I would not take any calls from Sally, nor did not wish to see Sally if she came to the office. Both women looked at me strangely, but I did not elaborate. Let them gossip if they wanted to, the fact of the divorce will soon be public knowledge.

About 10:00 I called the divorce attorney who had handled Frank's divorce. An appointment was set up for 2:00 that afternoon. I went about my regular business for the rest of the morning. I even skipped lunch. At 1:30 I told Alice I would be leaving for the day and she could reach me on my cell phone if there were an emergency. As I was turning to leave, she said Sally had called four times during the morning. I said nothing, just walked over to the elevator.

The meeting with Larry Finley, divorce attorney, went very well. He told me about his fees first and then we got into the details. I handed him the photos and the stained panties which Sally had given me. I did not go into details on just how I obtained them, I only told him Sally knew that I had them. He was about to ask for more details, but then stopped. The evidence I had given him and the brief story about Sally going off to meet with her lover was enough facts for him to proceed with a divorce based on her adultery. I did not tell Larry about the tryst with Tina. My hope was that I could make a better denial if Sally brought up the affair. If Tina and I both denied it, there would only be Sally's word it ever happened. I was still hoping Tina would see fit to move into my corner and support my denial.

Lastly, I asked Larry to file for a restraining order against Sally. I wanted to have her put on notice she would not be able to contact me again. Larry said he would do that and all the paperwork would be available for me by the next afternoon. Leaving Larry's office with all the wheels now in motion made me feel I was once again in control. The cuckold feeling was beginning to dissolve itself and my masculinity was beginning to heal.

On the way home, I decided to drop back at the office to pick up a couple of reports I needed to read for tomorrow. As I pulled into the driveway from the East side of the building, I noticed Sally's van pulling out of the parking lot on the North side of the building. She pulled into traffic and drove away from the office without noticing me.

Alice was surprised to see me come back after I had told her I would be leaving for the day. Again, I offered no explanation, let her keep wondering. As I was putting the reports into my briefcase, Alice came in and handed me an envelope that she said Sally had told her to give to me. I took the envelope and slid it into my briefcase without opening it. I'm sure Alice was dying of curiosity about the whole situation with Sally and me. Alice would just have to speculate a little longer.

I was about to leave the office, when I thought I should check my emails one last time. After logging on, I saw there was an email from Tina. Opening the email I read:

Hello Peter,

I was pleasantly surprised to receive an email from you after that scorching email I received two weeks ago. I was shocked and truly hurt by that email. Now that I know it wasn't you who sent the email, I feel very relieved. 

I'm sorry (maybe) to hear about your marital troubles that seem to have started because of me......and you. Its too bad that your wife seems so full of revenge she had to do something as destructive as she has done. I know you will do what is in your best interest. 

As far as us ever having an affair, its a secret I will never acknowledge to anyone. You can count on that. 

And if I'm ever in town, I will certainly call you and we can discuss old times.

Good luck.

Your Friend,

Tina

Now I had my back up denial I had hope for. Knowing this, I would be able to fend off any counter attacks Sally might throw up during the divorce proceedings. I sent off a quick reply to Tina, thanking her for her support and mentioning I was looking forward to us meeting again. After hitting the send button, I deleted both emails.

Once I got to my car in the parking lot, I opened my briefcase and took out the envelope Sally had left at my office. The letter inside was much different than her previous note or phone messages. This letter was much more defiant and more threatening. No more pleading to sit down and talk.

Peter,

This will be your last chance. I have tried over the past two days to get you to call me and for us to sit down and talk this out. You seem bent on ignoring my calls and throwing me out of our house. 

Now you can either call me on my cell phone and arrange a meeting for the two of us, or you will be served with a divorce notice this week. There will not be another chance for us if you do not call me today.

Your wife,

Sally

Instead of being upset or feeling threatened, a smile came across my face. From her initial pleading "to meet and talk", she had now moved to a threatening "meet with me or else". Sally was again trying to gain the high ground. But, the threat of a divorce from her was almost a hollow threat since I signed the note at the bar "Your Ex-husband". That should have made my intentions very clear to her.

Driving home from the office, my mind was wrestling with several scenarios on how to respond to Sally's letter. I could just ignore it. The divorce papers were in the works right now. I had started them today. Sally was locked out of the house and for the moment I did control the high ground. 

Or, I could set up a meeting with her in some public place and have the last face to face with her. I would have the divorce papers with me and I could serve her with them during the face to face meeting.

There was no van parked in front of the house when I drove up. That could be a good thing I thought to myself as pulled into the garage. Once inside the house, I could see that nothing had been disturbed and there were no signs that someone tried to break in. I was sure that if Sally had thought about it, she could have gotten a locksmith to come out and open the door for her. Maybe that thought did not occur to her. Maybe.

The message light was blinking on the phone. Only one message this time from Sally.

"Peter. I left a note at your office today. I hope by now you have read it. If I do not receive a call from you tonight, I will have no other choice than to go see a divorce lawyer."

The message was short and sweet. Again the hollow threat she thought she could use against me. Finally, the thought that I should meet her one last time and serve her with the divorce papers won out. But, I was going to have supper before I called her. Let her "stew" for awhile longer.

It was almost 8:00 when I finally picked up the phone and dialed her cell phone number. It rang a couple of times and then I hear her sweet voice answer.

"Hello."

"Hello, Sally. Its me."

There was a silent pause on the line before Sally responded.

"I wasn't sure you would call this evening. It must have been my threat that gave you the courage to call me." Her voice was full of sarcasm.

For a quick moment I wanted to slam her down and then hang up. But, I was in control of this call. I would not let her take it away with one sarcastic remark.

"You could be correct, Sally. You keep wanting to sit down and talk about this. Do you think there is anything we can say to each other now?"

"Maybe not, Peter. But, I want to have you say it to my face that its all over for us. I don't want notes and a cold freeze from you if our marriage is going to end. We were fantastic lovers together, if that's going to end, it has to be done in person."

"OK. Then let's meet. Tomorrow soon enough for you?"

"Yes. Where shall we meet?"

"Let's meet for dinner at Mario's tomorrow night, if that's all right with you?"

"That would be fine with me, Peter. We'll meet at Mario's around 6:30 tomorrow night. Agreed?" 

"Yes, Sally. That will work for me. I'll see you then."

"Good. I'll see tomorrow. I still love you, Peter." She said as the phone disconnected.

Well, there it was. Her final words were she still loved me. I thought for a moment about trying to play that card out a little longer with her. But then, I gave way to common sense. End it once and for all. Stop the game playing. 

So now, the final scene of this very tragic situation would be played out in less than 24 hours. Now it was time to mentally rehearse what I want to say and what I wanted to find out from Sally before I hand her the divorce papers.

Sitting in the den with some smooth jazz playing in the background, I sipped my JD slowly as my mind went over and over the questions and the statements I wanted to say when I sat across the table from her. After about four hours, I headed to bed with a fairly solid script in my mind. Sleep was surprisingly deep and restful.

It was a usual busy morning for me at the office. I made a quick call Larry Finley's office to find out when the papers would be ready. The sweet voice on the other end told me to come to the office after 4:30 and all the papers would be ready.

I arrived at the attorney's office a little before 5:00. The sweet voice also had a very sweet face. She told me that Larry would like to see me and explain the papers and the procedure that would follow my giving them to Sally. It took a little over 45 minutes for Larry to cover all the fine points of the process I had initiated. He told me the final divorce would take at least 3 months after both parties agreed to the divorce and the papers were officially filed with the court.

It was almost 6:00 when I left Larry's office. The drive from there to Mario's would take about 15 minutes, enough time to be there for the scheduled 6:30 meeting with Sally.

I entered the restaurant, the young lady at the seating station greeted me with a big warm smile. My ego wanted me to think that she was impressed with me and her smile was proof of that. I flashed back my most award winning smile and then asked her if she had seated a Sally Harper. Her smile diminished a little and told me to follow her.

My first glimpse of Sally sitting at a table near the window was one of amazement. Sally had gone all out to dress and preen herself to look like the hottest woman on the planet. I must confess she certainly hit the mark. We walked up to the table and just as Sally looked up and gave me her best smile.

"Hello, Sally." I said as I sat down across from her.

"Hello, Peter. Don't I get a kiss tonight?" She asked as her smile turned to a pout.

Using her own words that she threw at me in the bar on Saturday, I replied.

"That hasn't been decided yet."

My comment immediately put Sally on her guard. I was sure she thought her beautiful image would overcome my coolness toward her. Now she needed to develop another strategy to try and capture the high ground. The waitress came over and asked if we would like a drink from the bar. Sally ordered a white wine and I ordered a double JD on the rocks.

Sally started the conversation as soon as the waitress left. It might have been that she wanted to be on the offensive and not the defensive side tonight. It didn't matter to me, I wanted to hear what she had to say before I went into my well rehearsed speech.

"I want you to know, Peter, this is not the way that I had intended our marital problems to end up. You know very well what started this whole sorry mess. I was only attempting to put things back in balance so we could restructure our marriage before we moved forward." Her voice was very steady. No signs of emotional distress. Just a slow monologue intended to set the initial ground work for her next verbal assault.

The waitress came back with our drinks. We both took a deep sip and then Sally looked at me very hard and continued.

"I don't especially like being treated like the villain in this situation. I only acted out of hurt and frustration by your sexual misconduct with that whore Tina. If it wasn't for her, you might have kept your cock in your pants and none of this would have happened. I hold you to blame for this disaster." Her eyes were very intense now. She wanted to keep me on a guilt trip and overlook all of her subsequent sexual indiscretions.

The waitress came back to see if we were ready to order. I told her to bring us some appetizers and another round of drinks. Sally sat there quietly waiting for an apology or rebuttal from me. None was forthcoming. My gaze never left her face as I took my last sip from my glass.

"So, its all my fault. There's nothing you have done that merits recrimination is there?"

My words were direct and firm. No hint of an apology from me.

"Yes, Peter. It is all your fault. You even tried to hide your tryst from me. Probably so you would be able to see her again and have another four day fuck session with her." Sally's words were more bitter now. The stinging bite of a angry cobra.

"I only wanted you to see that two can play the same game of marital infidelity. How does it feel now?"

Our drinks and appetizers arrived and I told the waitress not to bother us for the next fifteen or twenty minutes. She walked away with a cold shoulder attitude. I didn't want to be interrupted during my speech. It needed to have the full impact weighing on Sally's shoulders.

"First of all Sally, let me tell you this whole situation makes me sick to my stomach. Yes, I did have a tryst with Tina at the resort. I won't deny it to you. My only defense was the fact I was a victim in that tryst and not the seducer. I would have confessed the whole thing and told you exactly how it all happened, but now that's irrelevant."




The Fifth Day: Another Ending



Sally perked up and started to speak. I quickly told her to be quiet.

"If you interrupt me again, I'll just get up and walk out leaving you sitting here by yourself. Understood?" My words and body language told Sally that it was my turn on stage and she needed to remain silent until I was done.

"I say it is irrelevant now because your actions after you found out were uncalled for and very spiteful. Once you found out about Tina and me, you could have very easily confronted me with that knowledge and you would have had a very penitent husband who would have been ready to receive your wrath. But, you didn't. You conjured up this hideous revenge plot which went over and beyond just balancing the scales. There were four nights into your tryst that you could have still confronted me with my sins and then told me you had an affair just to settle the score. Any one of those nights, I would have still been the penitent husband and even forgiven you for the mistake I brought about. You said thirteen times if four days, as you boasted to me in the bar on Saturday. Why thirteen times? Why was it necessary for you to exceed the number of times you knew that Tina and I had intercourse?" I paused a moment and took another sip of my drink.

Sally made a move like she wanted to make a comment.

"Not now, Sally. You will have plenty of time to give me your answers when I am done speaking. Let me finish uninterrupted." My voice was very authoritative and unyielding to her.

"As I was saying; it wasn't the fact you felt a need to balance the scales that has brought this situation to a higher level of distress. I could have dealt with an eye for an eye, what I can't deal with is the reasons why you felt the need to exceed the parity after the seventh time or the fourth day with your lover? When you drove us over to the club on Saturday, you had more than payback on your mind. More than once you told me that the outcome of that evening was still in doubt and that we might just go our separate ways."

Another pause, another sip of my drink. This time, Sally just sat there contemplating my words and the meaning behind those words. Her face was becoming a stoic poker face, no emotion, no outward signs of what was going on in her mind.

"That implied threat, that we might not be leaving together and that you could not be certain if you would want to leave with me, was a serious blow to my psyche. What had gotten you to this point I wondered?" My words were slow and very distinct.

"You had already said you more than exceeded the parity of an eye for an eye. So, what was your motivation for bringing me to the scene of your infidelity? More than that, what was your motivation for continuing your infidelity right in front of me? Why rub my nose and ego in the dirt? Why the photos? Why the wet panties?"

The waitress started to walk over to our table. I waved her off and then took another sip of my drink. These short pauses were calculated to give Sally time to digest my words and the serious meaning behind them.

"In all the four years of our marriage I had never realized there might be a very dark side to your personality. A dark side which would always wants to exact more revenge than necessary whenever it was threatened or abused. You had always been so loving and caring toward me. Although it may seem like a lame excuse, the reason I chose not to tell you what happened between Tina and me at the resort, was the fact I didn't want to hurt you with my infidelity." I could see Sally squirm a little in her seat. She said nothing and her eyes did not betray her inner thoughts.

"The Fifth Day was about something else. Something that drove you to want to totally eviscerate me. Something which I am still totally unaware of. I have not been able to make any sense of the Fifth Day. It was unnecessary to achieve the balance you initially gave for your infidelity. You had completed your payback episode. You even told me that on the first day with Dan, you told him that the tryst would last only four days and then you would never see him again. So, again I am faced with the serious question of why you needed to take me to the club on Saturday and initiate a Fifth Day of extra marital sex with Dan?" Another short pause. Sally sat very still, no emotion coming through, no sign of what her response would be when I gave her permission to talk.

"All of these questions bombarded my mind as you walked away from the table on Saturday. It made no sense to me then and it still doesn't make sense to me now. If you want to know why I left the club after you went off with your lover, the reason was simply that I could not come to a rational answer to why the total humiliation was necessary."

"There was more there then I could logically explain away. All of a sudden, I was faced with the fact I really didn't know you like I thought I did. I also realized I could no longer predict what your next actions would be."

This time the pause was much longer. My eyes never left her face. I took the last sip of my drink and then said to that it was time for her to speak and answer my questions.

Sally's poker face change to a look of a innocent little girl about to explain why she did something her father told her not to do. She ran her tongue over her lips and then began to speak.

"I think I know what your trying to do here, Peter. You're trying to make me responsible for our marriage crisis. I'm not going to let you do that to me. You broke your wedding vows first, you opened the flood gates and now you must suffer the consequences." Her voice was both accusatory and unyielding.

"All I'm asking for, Sally is a reason why the Fifth Day was so important to you? Why did you need to carry your revenge that far? That's all I'm asking. No blame, just a reason that you felt the Fifth Day had to happen to make you feel vindicated." I lightened up my tone to try to get a solid answer from her.

Sally thought deeply about my last statement and the question I wanted answered. 

"By the third day, I was having doubts about the need to go further with my plan to even the score. Dan and I had sex about eight times and now I began to wonder what was next and how I should break the news to you."

"On my way home, I called mother and told her the whole story. After hearing my story and confession, she told me I was doing the right thing to get even with you. But, she said that it would be necessary to actually do more than just even the score. She said you needed to be taught a serious lesson."

BLAM!!! It hit me like a ton of bricks. It was her mother who was behind the Fifth Day. Edith! Sally's mother! That was it! And all because I had a serious falling out with her about a year and a half ago. 

Edith was a 'persona non gratis' in my house. She was literally a walking bitch. She never had a good thing to say about anybody. Everybody hated her, or so she said all the time. Nothing pleased her, and she found fault with everybody and everything that happened to her or around her. 

Luckily, Sally and I moved to a town about 250 miles away from Edith after we were married. Even that distance wasn't far enough in my estimation. Still, Sally found ways to let her mother's negative comments about me and our life slide off her back. 

About two years ago, Sally's father had enough of Edith's whining and complaining. He packed up and left her. Several months after their divorce Edith came to visit. For the first day I put up with her constant bickering before it pushed me over the edge. Finally, I let loose with all my pent up hostilities toward her. I made it perfectly clear she was a total bitch and I never wanted her to step foot in my house again. My outburst caused Sally a lot of grief, but she stuck by me. The next day Edith was gone, never to return to my house again.

So, the Fifth Day's revenge was not Sally's original idea. It was her bitch of a mother's idea. It was to be Edith's day of revenge on me. Now the pieces were falling into place. Sally had seemed ready to end her affair after she had evened the score. But, it would be her mother who planned the Fifth Day. 

Damn, it was so clear to me now. I had never given Edith any thought as I struggled to resolve the conflict in my mind about the Fifth Day. Yet, now it all made sense.

Sally was still speaking when my mind shifted from Edith to the words she was saying.

"Mother said all men are cheating, lying, low lives. None of you could be trusted to be out of our sights. She reminded me about my father walking out on her. She said you would probably do the same thing to me in a couple of years." Now Sally paused to gage my reaction to her words. My facial expression undoubtedly changed radically when she told me about the phone call to he mother.

"She said I should go back the next day and have sex with Dan again. Then she told me there needed to be a way to have me publicly humiliate you. She told me unless I totally took control of the marriage direction, you would eventually cheat on me again."

"Her words at first were contradictory to the person I knew you to be. But, maybe it was the confused state I was in that caused me to start thinking about the things she was saying."

"As much as I initially did not wanted to enjoy the sex that Dan, I was amazed at just how good sex with another man could be. Maybe, I secretly wanted to continue to have sex with Dan that made my mother's words resonate with me." She paused again and looked at me as if she wanted me to make a comment. I didn't. It was her turn bear her soul.

"Thursday evening during supper, I wanted to tell you about the affair with Dan. But, our discussion got diverted by your question of where I was before lunch. It caught me off guard and immediately my defenses went up and I lied about where I had been that morning. Afterwards, I couldn't get up the courage to tell you about Dan." She paused again. Licked her lips and then began talking.

"That night, I tossed all night with the conflicting thoughts about my going over and beyond the payback plan of mine. You were up and out of the house early on Friday and I was left alone to try and decide whether or not I was going to go visit Dan again. The phone rang, it was mother. From that point on, my payback plan had become her crusade to punish you severely."

"I wanted to defend you and tell her I had completed my mission and further sex sessions were not necessary to satisfy my vengeance. But, she would have none of that from me. She kept harping the fact that you needed to be punished more harshly than just telling you about my sexual indiscretions. You needed to have on-site living proof. You needed to be worried that I was about to leave you for another man." 

"Her plan was very detailed and very descriptive. I could tell that she had put a lot of thought into the plan. I had told her about Dan taking photos of our sex sessions. She told me that I should give those photos to you just as I was leaving to have sex again with Dan." Sally stopped talking and sat back as if she thought that her response had completely answered my question.

It was as if her dialog was another one of those 'I'm not to blame for anything that happened' excuses. At first it was all my fault. Now the rest was her mother's fault. None of this was Sally's fault. That may have been true up to a point. But, Sally wasn't a little girl who had to do what her mother told her. She was an adult with free will. Not only that, but she was my loving wife who was now freely consenting to do some very nasty and humiliating things to me in public. 

Although I now knew the reason for the Fifth Day, I was not about to let Sally off the hook that easily. She wanted to remain 'blameless' and just move on as if everybody else cause the crisis. No way was I going to let her off that easy.

I looked hard at her before I began to speak very slowly.

"So, the fourth and fifth days were Edith's fault? You didn't want to participate in them at all did you?" I paused as Sally nodded her head 'yes'.

"It wasn't that you wanted to continue that amazing sex with another man as you said earlier. Was it? After the third day, you were completely influenced by your mother and her desire to see me punished further. That correct?" 

Again Sally nodded her head up and down. 

My anger was beginning to build inside me because of Sally's refusal to acknowledge any blame on herself, And also, there was her willingness to follow her mother's plan to totally devastate me. Now she wanted to duck the blame for all that humiliation I had felt. 

My anger continued to boil as I remembered all the events that took place at the bar and afterwards. In all that time, there was never a hint of an apology or any sign of contrition on Sally part. She was continuing to maintained her 'innocence' and laid all the blame on her mother and me.

"I believe you're a fucking liar, Sally." I said loud enough and hard enough for several people to turn around and look in our direction.

Her face immediately turned beet red and she started to stumble around for words to slam back at me. But, before her words came out, I shot back again.

"You remember it was me you took to that bar on Saturday. It was me you publicly degraded and humiliated. It was me you gave your porn photos to as a way of making me a cuckold."

"As much as you might deny any blame for yourself, Sally. I was there. I heard your words which were intended to cut me down, to totally humiliate me. I even remember the tone of your voice as you told me you might chose not to leave with me. All of the innuendoes and inferred threats to our marriage were in your voice. Not your mother's voice, but your voice. All your actions were not those of one who was just play acting. They were the actions of a cunning devious bitch bent on her own brand of vengeance. It might have started out as your mother's plan, but when the time came to make it happen, it was all yours. All your hidden hate, all your desires to rub my nose in your infidelity were there on open display in front of me."

"That's why I know it is over between us. Your loving facade was just covering up a seething anger caused by being raised up by that bitch mother of yours."

Sally burst out with a loud retort. "That's not me, you son of a bitch!"

I cut her short and shot back.

"Oh yes it is, you fucking slut. You wanted it all to happen on the Fifth Day. And I'm sure that if I had stayed around waiting for you to come back, you would have insisted I allow you to visit Dan anytime you wanted. There was no remorse in anything you did in the bar or anything you have done since."

"You goddamn bastard! You think you are so superior and you know me like a book. Well Peter, you don't have a clue. Now that I know what another man has to offer, Dan will not be the only man to share my body." She snapped back with venom coating each of her words.

I reached into my coat pocket and pulled out the papers. Her eyes opened wide as her mind must have grasped what they were.

"I don't care to read your book any more, Sally. Here are the divorce papers that will give you the freedom to fuck and suck any man you want from now on. There is also a restraining order which forbids any future contact with me in any shape or form. You cannot call me, see me or come near my house. If you do, I'll have you arrested and you can spend some time in jail. I'm through with you for good." I said as I stood up to leave. 

Sally was speechless as I pushed the papers in front of her.

"Oh yes. One last thing. There's a stamped envelope there so that you can notify me of your new address. This weekend, I'm having packers come over and pack the rest of your belongings. The boxes will be in public storage until you tell me where to send them."

I dropped two twenty dollars bills on the table and as I turned to walk away Sally shouted out.

"You goddamn bastard! I'll show you who walks out on who!" Everyone turned to look at Sally. I simply smiled back at her and mouthed a single word. "Slut"

The drive home was a complete relief for me. The mystery of the Fifth Day had been answered. 

In the back of my mind a new thought jumped to the forefront. I had read somewhere that if you wanted to know what your wife would be like in twenty-five years, just take a hard look at her mother today. 

That thought made me smile all the more. At least I only wasted four years on this latent spiteful bitch. Better to find out now, than have it surface in another ten or fifteen years. "Like mother, like daughter."

The divorce went though with only a single flare up when the judge called Tina to ask her if we ever had an affair. True to her word, Tina denied us ever having an affair. The judge bought her convincing denial. Sally went ballistic and the judge almost threw her into jail for contempt of court. 

I have never seen Sally since we walked out of the court house the day our divorce decree became final. 

That episode happened nearly five years ago. I'm still not remarried. 

I date a lot of different women and I have a lot of fun with them. Whenever I think it might be getting a little more serious, I ask them to let me meet their mother. After a couple of dinner dates with mother and daughter, I'm usually convinced that staying single is the best life for me.

Thank you Sally, wherever you are, for that very important lesson.



The Fifth Day: Laying the Ghost



Reluctant Menage-et-trois 

“Would you like to order now sir?” I looked up. It was the barkeep Sally had introduced earlier. He obviously found something very amusing. Perhaps it was the stained panties still lying on the table. Perhaps it was me, sitting there miserable and alone as my wife walked off with someone else.

He knew! He ‘had’ to know. He called her by her first name when she came in and this was obviously where they held their little rendezvous. I closed the envelope I had just opened without viewing the contents. Casually I picked up my wife’s panties, folded them neatly and put them in my pocket together with the envelope.

“Yes, I have an order?” Staring up into the smirking face I said quietly. “I would appreciate it very much if you would take that grin off your face and fuck off!”

His smile was replaced by open-mouthed surprise and I was left staring at an empty space. It was a mild release for the pent-up agonies I had nursed for the last few hours.

It felt very claustrophobic in there, I couldn’t think straight; I was suffocating. I had to get out, get some fresh air and do some serious thinking. I paid at the bar to a different barman, and left.

I pushed my hand into my pocket pulled out the tacky panties and dumped them in a bin near the door, then I made my way out into the night, around the side of the building to the MPV, praying that she would be there, but knowing that she wouldn’t.

Where was she, what was she doing now? My thoughts were running rampant, almost unbearable; was she fucking? Of course she was. Was she sucking him off again, now, at this moment? My head was buzzing with this roller coaster of a day. I remembered the envelope. It was probably a ‘Dear John’ I thought, I opened it. Photographs? No letter, just photographs? 

I climbed into the car and switched on the light, no doubt in my mind what the subject of the pictures would be. I thumbed through the selection dispassionately, amazed at how calm I had become with an almost analytical eye, as though the cunt depicted in most of the shots in glorious colour was not that of my wife. One showed the swollen labia, open and ready, the forefingers of a male hand pulling back the hood of her clit, exposing it red and raw looking, distended, alert, above the yawning crimson hole, glistening with moisture, that was evidently about to be, or had just been fucked. That it was my wife there was no doubt. I could see her face in some of the shots and her ‘designer stubble’ in most of the others. She hadn’t lied about his penis either. It was a weird appendage, crowned with what looked like the head of a big mushroom. I was developing a severe dislike for this man. 

Another shot showed jets of cum that had been ejaculated onto her belly, a trail of cum hanging from the gaping mouth of her sex. The flash of the camera had lit up the inside of her abused cunt. I could see the greyish-white sperm inside her, contrasting with the redness of her cuntal passage. Yet another showed him wedged belly to belly up inside her. Another with his hand wrapped around his prick poised at her opening, a stream of whiteness spewing from the mushroom end into her. Then, turning to the next one my heart sank. It was the one image I was praying I wouldn’t see. The bulbous head of his cock buried just inside the straining ring of her once virgin anus. In the picture a female hand could be seen. Her hand! Pushing against his groin as though in protest against the unnatural assault. A futile attempt judging by the next photo, he was sunk right in ball deep, their bodies gleaming with the fluids from her orifices. It went on and on, each one superseding the last in its grossness, it’s explicitness. There was no doubt in my mind whose influence had generated them and whose hand was directing the action and taking the photographs.

Staring again at the pictures it suddenly occurred to me that I knew where they were. It wasn’t a hotel room or a car. In some shots, judging by the upholstery, they were in a campervan or motorhome. The same motorhome we passed when we arrived! The same one she went into to get fucked while I sat at the bar worrying about her feelings. 

I started up the MPV and drove to the other side of the building. Twenty yards from the motorhome I switched off the lights, parked and sat pondering my options. For a long time I just sat there reliving the events of the day, my eyes not leaving the illuminated windows of the camper. 

I knew what I was going to do and once I had acknowledged that, the whole sorry mess began to take on a new perspective. It seemed so obvious. I had created this monster. I would be the one to destroy it.

I had pushed Sally into this and I could see now that once it had begun she had little choice but to let it run its course A terrible gamble but one she clearly thought was worth the risk, otherwise she would have gained nothing and lost everything, our marriage, her respect for me and most of all respect for herself. That she had found someone with a voracious unorthodox sexual appetite was my bad luck, but I was absolutely positive now that all things considered no matter who she had eventually chosen the outcome would have been the same, because what is invariably missing from this type of sordid little assignation is respect, responsibility and love. That is why he could do to her the things he did. He had no responsibility towards her, no love and no respect for her feelings. He could please himself what he did, then just walk away. Because of this fact it allowed the sex to be wild and unfettered with no accountability on either side. The onus lying squarely on the shoulders of ‘El Burko’, me! Whereas I loved her, I respected her. I was responsible for her and cared deeply about her well-being and our partnership. Whether this commitment and accountability actually dulled our sex life would remain a subject for conjecture and after tonight no doubt hopefully the topic of intense future discussions. I laughed out loud. She was getting fucked because of me! Now, the way I was thinking, she was getting fucked ‘for’ me? --- Fucking ironical isn’t it.

Okay, with that sorted out in my head I needed to find out for sure that she actually was in the motorhome. Climbing out of my vehicle I made my way across the park trying not to be too obvious and positioned myself between the camper and the shrubbery that surrounded the park and tried to peer, unsuccessfully through the blinds of a side window. I couldn’t see anything but I could ‘hear’ plenty. There was no mistaking the groans of my wife and her occasional Oh!----Oh!---- Oh! I felt a pang of jealousy and dejection as I realized I’d never heard her groans of sexual passion from a distance before.

“Push down on it Sally? Right down! That’s it! Now ride it! Fuck it hard! And all the while her mewing groans resounded through the van.

Why I wanted to see this, to actually see it happening I truthfully don’t know. At this moment I had a sincere hatred for this man who had taken my place, yet defying logic, I wanted to see him ‘in’ her, fucking her! To see what they did, how they interacted, but mainly I think I wanted to see how my wife reacted to him personally. This was madness! Why, for Gods sake! I don’t know.

My heart was pounding. I desperately circled the van looking for somewhere I could see inside. This was totally out of character for me. What was I doing, creeping about like a bloody voyeur, a peeping tom.

If anyone had seen me sneaking around the van with a steaming hard on I’d have been locked up. I felt disgusted with myself but it didn’t stop me. I had to see them. 

I noticed that the cab-end had curtains instead of blinds and when I got closer I could see by the side of the door that there was a gap between the drapes on the passenger side of the vehicle and a chink of light was emanating from the interior. I pushed my face against the window and peered in. Where I was standing I could see almost the whole internal length of the camper but that wasn’t the main thing that was occupying my vision just then.

There she was, naked, almost facing me, a couple of metres to my right, sitting impaled on the cock of a dark-haired man whose total attire was a pair of ankle socks. She had her feet up on the seat opposite, legs splayed, hanging wide and using her feet for leverage she was slowly working herself up and down on the shaft that was buried deep in her----arse, for pity’s sake. Her cunt was hanging open, in a lop-sided ‘O’ secreting her lust as she squelched down on him.

“Now push your fingers in your cunt and fuck yourself. Play with your clit and tell me when you’re coming”

“No! Don’t ask me to do that! Just fuck me please”

“Look at your cunt Sally,” he said as he sat there kneading her breasts, rolling and squeezing the nipples “push your fingers in your hole and start fucking”

As if in a trance she leaned over and looked at her swollen, mushy gash with his rigid piston lodged tightly in her straining arse below, then she watched herself as she opened and held herself wider with her left hand then fed the fingers of her right hand in up to her knuckles.

I swear I didn’t take my cock out. it was just there, in my hand. What the fuck was wrong with me? My wife doing unimaginable things with a stranger and me standing watching with my prick in my hand, this wasn’t me! I don’t do things like this I thought as I slowly slid my fist back and forth.

“I’m coming! Oh, God--- I’m coming! Oh!—oh!—oh!”

It was Sally, and she wasn’t kidding. I saw then what she had talked about earlier, that quite frankly, I didn’t believe, my wife ejaculate; her hand was working feverishly at herself; then suddenly a discharge spurted from her, coating her fingers and her shaking thighs. Then I joined her, my cock quivered in my hand then pulse after pulse of semen spattered the side of his van.

I heard the guttural groans of a male voice reverberate from inside. “My turn girl” he groaned. “I’m going to come! Keep your cunt open,” he said as he withdrew his glistening prick from her arse and held it at the mouth of her cunt. She stretched the lips of her labia away from the widening gash with both hands and stared down at the mess between them as thick globules of sperm spewed from the bulbous head and splattered her inner thighs and belched up inside and around her cunt hole.

Once I had cum I could not rationalise with the emotional turmoil that engulfed me. Sadness, jealousy, anger. But the most disturbing was the undeniable underlying feeling of unrequited lust. I felt like an interloper. Like I did not belong to this act of intimacy between these two people, even though one of those people was my wife, yet, disturbingly, with a real deep yearning to participate. All of this only served to strengthen my resolve to end this nightmare now. 



While these thoughts were seesawing through my mind I saw the man lift her from him, then, turning he ran his hand between her legs and offered it to her. She took his fingers into her mouth and sucked.

At first my sole intention was to get Sally regardless of her possible protests and take her home but even as I was thinking this I knew it was not the way to end it. I needed more. We needed more. This episode had exposed a part of me I was never consciously aware of. I felt an uncanny need to explore this part, then to end this thing completely and totally. No strings. I’d seen all I’d wanted to see and soon, hopefully, we could walk away from it.

I made my way to the rear of the camper and rapped on the door. Nothing. Silence --- then a male voice with a typical response 

“Who on earth can that be?”

He opened the door and stood there in nothing but his underpants. My immediate assessment, a man shorter than me, perhaps slightly heavier built, dark-skinned, a definite Romany look about him. He recognised me instantly.

“You know me then?” I said.

“Well --- er --- yes, I do!”

“Okay! Introductions over. Aren’t you going to ask me in?” I said, pushing past him. He made no protest as I made my way through the van. 

No Sally? --- I opened a side door and --- there she was, sitting on a loo with a hand towel pulled over her nakedness, the nipple of her right breast impudently peeking from the side.

“Peter!” she squeaked, wide-eyed “What are you doing here? You know what I said!” trying to recapture some of the overbearing attitude she had shown earlier, but failing.

“I know what you said. You didn’t think I could just wait and hope did you? Now you are going to listen to what I have to say” then a voice piped up behind me.

“I don’t think Sally wants you here, and I’d appreciate it if you would leave. Now!” he said with an attempt at conviction.

I turned and glared at him. “Up until now you have been nothing more than a ‘tool’” I said “ an instrument Sally has used in desperation to try to redress the balance for my thoughtless indiscretions. Believe me, if I were you I would be content with that. You are simply a pick-up, accept that fact.” I said pulling myself to my full height and leaning towards him.

In the step back he took, he relinquished credibility as an aggressor. It seemed he was allowing common sense to over-ride any desire he might have had for confrontation. His stare wavered and fell from mine, he looked towards Sally, still sitting there, looking ridiculous on the loo bowl.

“I have things I must say to you Sally, and I don’t think being crammed in here in this loo is the place to say it.”

With an elegant sweep of his arm my reluctant host ushered me through to the lounge area.

“Take a seat, make yourself at home” he said, with more than a hint of sarcasm. I walked through and sat down followed by Sally, still holding her towel and still with her nipple poking out. There had been a supple change in the psychological hierarchy I noted, and I had become the dominating presence. My confidence was easing into overdrive.

I looked directly at Sally as she perched herself on the edge of a seat looking decidedly uncomfortable as though she didn’t know quite what to do or say. It was then that I noticed he had covered his upholstery with a sheet. I smiled. I could well understand why, the way Sally had been ‘expressing’ herself lately. 

“There are two men here Sally” I said “and though I hate to admit it, both know your body intimately --- don’t you think you can dispense with the towel?”

She looked first at me, then at him, then again at me. She removed the towel and placed it beside her on the seat.

I looked at my beautiful wife sitting there naked, her hands covering her pussy, her legs tight together, so lovely, so vulnerable. I wanted desperately to hold her to me, to throw something over her nakedness, to take her home, and yet, even as I thought this I was acutely aware of an underlying, unmistakable sexual tension permeating the atmosphere, almost tangible, compelling, urging. There was something I needed to see and do. ‘The Fifth Day’ wasn’t over yet.

I really didn’t think she was prepared for this turn of events, my sudden appearance at this point didn’t figure in her equation.

“What is it you want Peter?” she said resignedly.

“Simply for you to allow me to speak --- uninterrupted.” She raised her hand in a gesture of assent, leaving her other hand still covering her pussy. Staring directly into her eyes I began.

“What I did was thoughtless and selfish, never realizing or even considering the possible consequences of what it might do to us. To explain how I felt at the time. Tina was giving off sexual signals directed solely at me, and quite frankly I was flattered. Tell me honestly that you have never been propositioned and perhaps, at the very least, just wondered what it would be like. Well, I did --- but I crossed the line. The point I’m trying to make Sally; is that although what I did was wrong, it was not premeditated; it was not done to hurt you. It was an erotic adventure with an attractive woman, nothing more. No whispered endearments, no swearing of undying love, or to put it in layman’s language and to echo what you said earlier --- a fuck. If my head had over-ruled my hard, we would not be sitting here now, because believe me, between you and her, my love, there is no contest. I am not making light of what happened, as I have said a dozen times. You Sally, are my world, and I have no intention of living my life without you.”

“Now then” I said, lowering my voice and putting in as much emotion as I could muster. “Your response to my stupidity was something else. You knew what you were doing. You deliberately did what you did to hurt me. I cannot condone what you did, ‘are doing’ but I can understand it and I can forgive you.” Then I added “I also know you can forgive me and that you never intended going off with him!”

“Oh,” she whispered “and what makes you so sure of that?”

“You went to an awful lot of trouble to set this thing up Sally. I could be wrong, but I don’t think so. If you didn’t care for me --- really care, then you wouldn’t have bothered. But you did take a terrible gamble with what you did.”

I stretched out my arms and took her hands in mine. “Tell me I’m right, don’t take this thing any further Sally, please. I think we’ve both suffered enough, don’t you?” Before she could reply he spoke up.

“I can answer that one!” he interjected “She’s already told me she’d never leave you.”

She looked a forlorn figure as she sat there, her lips quivering, her eyes full.

“Yes! You’re right!” she gushed. Her shoulders shook. “What a terrible mess we’ve made of things, you and I.”

“I don’t think so sweetheart, we can survive this and come out stronger” I smiled “if we are truthful we have to admit to becoming complacent, taking each other for granted, and our sex life had lost some of its zest, this is a blessing in disguise, this has given us a new lease on life?”

“How can this disaster help us?” she sniffed.

“Well,” I said “ in the past there were things I would have liked to have tried with you but was afraid to ask in case I upset you.” I leered at her. “But now! After the eye-opener I’ve had, we’ve ‘both’ had. Watch out!”

I grinned. “There is a side to my lovely wife neither of us knew existed and by becoming aware of it, it exposed a side to ‘me’ I didn’t know existed.

“What do you mean?” she looked at me doe-eyed.

“Well, let me explain something first then you’ll see. When you hit upon this idea of revenge you made the lucky mistake of telling him you would do anything he asked whereby relinquishing control and with it responsibility for anything you might do, at the same time allowing him to be as perverse and outrageous as he wished. Consequently it evolved into the most erotic episode of your life. Then it occurred to me that you really got off on having someone control your actions, and I mean ‘really’ get off!”

“I don’t think so?” she said with an element of doubt in her voice.

“I’m sure of it --- and I’ll prove it to you?”

“How can you do that?” she quizzed. I had the distinct impression she regretted having asked that question.

“By you answering honestly---and doing what I say---will you do that?” 

“I’ll try.” She mumbled.

“Has he fucked you since you left me in the restaurant?” I thought the question would have unsettled her but it didn’t. She looked at him then back at me.

“Yes.”

“How many times?”

“Once.”

“Did you cum?”

“Yes.”

“How many times?”

“I----I don’t know?” I raised my eyebrows.

“Three times I think.”

“He made you cum three times?”

“Yes.”

“How many times has he fucked you now?”

“Fifteen times.”

“He fucked you in the arse didn’t he?”

“Look! Peter, where are you going with this?”

“Just answer the question sweetheart---please.” She dropped her eyes and sat staring at her feet. I didn’t think she was going to reply, then almost in a whisper.