56 comments/ 112790 views/ 16 favorites The Slightest Opening By: cageytee I've heard the expression, "be careful what you wish for" but how about, "be careful what you do trying to help out your best friends"? Rita and Chuck have been our best friends for almost 20 years. We have laughed, cried, celebrated, mourned, worked and vacationed together for most of that time. About 6 years ago Chuck left the financial services broker/dealer he was with and came to work for my husband David in our tractor/trailer rental business and recently David had mentioned possibly making him a partner. Rita and I have known each other since high school and while in college, she and her boyfriend (Chuck, whom she married) introduced me to David. After almost 4 years of dating, while we both finished school, David and I married. He is a wonderful man, handsome, kind, very intelligent; a respectful man with a terrific sense of humor and most of all, he's loving and loyal. He isn't perfect but he is damn close! There have been times when I would have liked to spice up our love life a little and once in a while we did, but David has been determined to retire comfortably and early and had been working very, very hard for quite some time, especially just about the time when my "do good" nature got me into so much trouble. It began when Rita called me in a panic one afternoon and, after promising to explain later, she asked me to confirm with Chuck, if he called, that we had been shopping until store closing time at 10:00 PM a couple of evenings earlier. Rita and I had been shopping that evening, but she left just after 7:00 PM for an "appointment". As it was, Chuck never did call to ask me, but the following weekend, he did casually mention it while the four of us were relaxing in our hot tub after playing 18 holes of golf. Remembering how frantic Rita was when she called, I answered that we would have shopped till 12 if the stores had stayed open. I could feel the relief emanating from Rita and I was privately embarrassed at how easily I had lied to Chuck, and in front of my own husband. I justified it thinking Rita had planned some kind of surprise that she didn't want him to find out about too soon. I was horrified when, in private the following Monday, Rita admitted she was having an affair! Not so much an affair, but a one night stand that was supposed to be repeated at the end of the month. The night I had lied about, when we were supposed to be shopping, she had spent at a payphone talking with this man. She works for a large retail sales firm and she had met Stan at a company workshop in San Francisco. Same old story, too much to drink, too far from home, too much excitement to let go of too soon, too embarrassed to tell me of her mistake. I told her how upset I was and that although I wasn't about to run and tell Chuck, I would never, under any circumstances, lie for her again. I asked her to look at herself and her life with Chuck and see what she was risking over this "excitement". She admitted that she didn't love Stan but that it had been a thrill and that it happened over 2 months ago. Since then, she and Stan had talked on the phone three times. The first two times he had called her at home while Chuck was there and she had pretended to be talking business. She said she was trying, but wasn't sure how, to break it off without letting Chuck find out and without upsetting Stan too much. She admitted that Stan was going to be in town for the weekend at the end of the month. Two months ago in the midst of their excitement he had asked her to join him and his associates for a private party at the Marriott here in Atlanta after which she and Stan were going to spend the rest of the night together, but now, realizing she had made a terrible mistake, she was trying to call it off before it got any worse. It turned out that David and Chuck were scheduled to be in Savannah that weekend for a business meeting so Rita, still caught up in the excitement of the fling, had originally figured she could spend the night with Stan while they were away. Now she was trying to figure out how to end it without upsetting Stan so much that he would let her terrible secret out. She had even thought of confessing to Chuck and hoping he would forgive her, but she couldn't bring herself to do that fearing it would hurt him badly. After very little discussion, she agreed that she was risking too much letting it drag on like this and that she would call again and this time, break it off with Stan. The following day I met Rita and for lunch at the Mall and she was still adamant that she was risking too much by putting off ending it. She had tried to contact Stan at the Seattle branch only to find he was actually in Europe and was not expected back until the end of the month. In fact he was due to connect in Atlanta on his way back to Seattle from his European trip. Not wanting to raise suspicion by trying to track him down through the Company, she had decided to wait until he got back at the end of the month. She asked if I would go to the Marriott with her while she broke it off with Stan, after which we would go out and celebrate her renewed dedication to her marriage and to Chuck. Feeling secure that it was best for all, I stood by one evening while Rita told David and Chuck we were going to get together to have dinner and see a movie while the two of them were in Savannah at the end of the month. I'm not sure what I actually saw as she told them just then, but my best recollection was that Chuck seemed displeased with the idea but I had no idea why and I dismissed it. Later that night when David finally came to bed after hours of work on the many and varied documents the trucking industry requires, I snuggled up to him and let him discover that I was both naked and wet with anticipation. Knowing how close Rita was to damaging, perhaps destroying her marriage, I was finding how much I appreciated mine even more. Once David caught on (about one millisecond after realizing I wasn't wearing a night dress) he pulled off his boxers and spooned his naked body into mine taking me into his arms. After an extended period of caressing my breasts with both hands and alternating between planting kisses on my neck and shoulders, then trailing his tongue up my neck to my earlobes, he began to stroke my pussy. By this time his erect cock was poking me in the ass and feeling how aroused I was, he pushed the upper part of my body away while keeping his hips locked to mine. As soon as our bodies were realigned he had me lift my upper leg slightly, then easily pushed his rigid cock into me. In moments our mutual excitement and the novelty of this unusual position (for us) had us both in the midst of a delicious orgasm. As we came down from that very high level of excitement and extreme pleasure, David drew my body back so that it was once more wrapped in his arms and I drifted off into a much more restful sleep than I had had since Rita had first confided in me. The following week I called Rita but I got her answering machine. I left a message and she called me back only a few minutes later. She said she had been talking with Janet, a person whom she had met a couple of weeks ago and said she would like me to meet her sometime. She added that she got right back to me in case I was thinking she was doing something she shouldn't. Cheating tends to develop its own form of paranoia! I was more than a little anxious as we approached the date she would meet with Stan. I just wanted to get it over and done with, and by this time I was convinced that Rita did too. On Friday evening we went for dinner with the guys at the airport, saw them off, then went back to our place for a nightcap, agreeing to meet to go to the Marriott the next day. On Saturday evening I drove over to Rita's at the appointed time, picked her up, then carried on to the Marriott. We checked at the desk for the room information then headed for the elevators, both of us in a hurry to get it over with. At the elevator we ran into a woman whom Rita introduced as Janet. They talked for a moment and, as we were moving on, Janet asked if we had had dinner. We said no but we had an errand to run first and then we were going to eat and would she like to join us. Not wanting to commit to an entire evening with Janet, Rita added that we did have a commitment later in the evening. She accepted and now we were three and somehow I felt a little stronger having the additional person (and witness, albeit unknown to her) along with us. Rita told Janet she had to meet briefly with a colleague from work who was in town and then we would go out to eat. We reached the room and when we knocked, the door was answered by a handsome young man whom Janet introduced as Jeff, a friend and colleague of Stan's. We met Stan a moment later as he came into the suite from an adjoining room. I could see what had attracted Rita. He was a very attractive young man with the emphasis on "young". I don't know for sure but I would guess he wasn't yet 30, probably younger, but certainly no more than 30 at the oldest. He was obviously a little nervous but had a pleasant smile and was immediately solicitous of Rita. We were about to introduce Janet when her mobile rang and she excused herself and stepped aside to speak. True to her word, Rita, without hesitation, asked Stan if she could speak to him privately. A look of concern passed over his face but he consented right away and the two of them stepped into the bedroom from which Stan had just entered. The room was obviously being set up for a party. There were some decorations, an incredible buffet of snack food and a bar showing every conceivable type of booze. Jeff asked if I would like a drink which I politely declined. It was kind of awkward being there with someone I had just met and it was obvious Jeff was feeling the same way, so we just stood there with embarrassed smiles on our faces waiting for Rita and Stan to reappear. Relief came a few moments later as they both returned to the room. Just as they did, Janet, apologizing profusely and still talking on her mobile, said she couldn't stay and would not be able to join us for dinner and then she rushed out of the room. Initially I was concerned as if we had somehow just lost an ally, but Rita, by her look and her smile and with a slight nod of her head, indicated she had been true to her word and had successfully broken it off with Stan. She announced that we too would be leaving and as we did, we were both flush with the relief of having it done and, now that it was, we headed out to celebrate. We went to a new restaurant not far away that one of David's staff had mentioned to me, we had some pre dinner cocktails, a magnificent dinner, complete with an excellent bottle of wine and an unbelievably decadent dessert with coffee and liqueurs then, realizing we were in no shape to drive, we left my car there and took a cab home, dropping me off first, then Rita. Sunday, feeling more than a little hung over but a lot more comfortable now that Rita's "issue" was all over with, I took a cab to her place, picked her up, retrieved my car at the Marriott parking lot, then headed for the airport to pick up the guys. Having been through all that, I was feeling especially appreciative of my husband and decided to show him so as soon as we got home. Our kids were still at summer camp and would not be back until the following Friday so the "coast was clear". When David headed for the hot tub, as he almost always does after returning home from travelling, I stripped and was into the tub moments later. I had already put a bottle of wine and glasses in the cooler, both easily accessible from the tub. As I snuggled up close to him he smiled and said, "And to what do I owe this delightful surprise?" "To the fact that I love you very much!" I answered truthfully. I somehow felt safe and secure in his arms now that all Rita's nonsense was behind us! David didn't need any more prompting as he poured us each a glass of wine, pulled off his own swim suit, then settled back with his arm around me, his hand casually stroking my right breast. Thinking how close Rita had come to damaging, perhaps destroying her marriage, I appreciated the intimacy even more and was becoming strongly aroused. After a while, I began to stroke David's now erect cock and his moans of pleasure aroused me even more. I turned and kissed him, forcing my tongue into his mouth and as I was already mostly turned, I completed the rotation and straddled him pulling his now rigid member into my pussy. I was now wet, much more from the excitement than the tub. I sat down on him and began to fuck him as he lay back with a wonderful expression on his face, which, I'm proud to say, was clearly much more than just lust. What a wonderful feeling to love someone whom you know loves you! I leaned forward trying to push my nipples into his mouth and he tried to accommodate me, but my bouncing up and down on his cock made it too difficult. I gently pulled back, pushed him back to relax and continued riding him. "I'm real close Baby!" he whispered not long afterwards. "Just relax and let it come on." I whispered back. I had been concentrating on pleasing my man and although incredibly aroused, I wasn't near orgasm but, as I watched David's expression as he came, pumping himself into me, I knew an orgasm of my own wouldn't have felt any better than watching the husband I loved so much, enjoy his. I love this man more than I know how to say! After resting in his arms for the longest time, we got up and headed for the shower by the pool to wash off the smell of the tub but, before we got there, David took me in his arms from behind, gently stroking my breasts and making my already hard nipples even more so. He turned me around and lay me back on a lounge chair, kneeling between my legs and taking my pussy into his mouth. I was already aroused but I have also had this thing about David eating me after having just cum in me. As far as I remember, we had only done it twice before, both times when we had returned from a party and we were both more than a little drunk. This time, we were quite sober, not having even finished our first glass of wine and the sobriety made it that much more thrilling. I was so close that the first orgasm hit me within seconds, and David didn't let up, resulting in a second orgasm from his continued tongue lashing on my clit. I haven't cum twice in one lovemaking session since we were in college. As exciting as it all was, it was wonderfully capped off that night as David snuggled up to me in our bed, his naked body pressed against mine, and he held me as we drifted off to sleep. David called me from work Monday afternoon to say that he was "tired" and wouldn't be staying as late as usual. Damn, I wish I had made those moves, like I did yesterday and last week, a long time ago! He was home for a delightful candlelit dinner and afterwards we talked with the kids briefly as Monday was "call home" day at their camp. Not long after that call ended, the doorbell rang and David answered to find a severely agitated Chuck at our door. I had a feeling of dread come over me and I sensed that the shit was about to hit the fan. They went into David's home office and did not come out for almost 40 minutes. When they finally did come out, Chuck left without a word and when I looked at David, he was pale as a ghost and, by the expression on his face, I could tell he was in pain. With tears in his eyes David said, "We need to talk Lisa, right now!" "I have no idea how to deal with this." He began, "Just let me get it out and please Lisa, if you ever loved me, no more lies!" "Lies! What lies?" I shouted. Then he handed me a small pile of photographs. The first was of Jeff and I apparently smiling at each other at the bar in the hotel room that Saturday evening. It certainly appeared as though we were at some sort of party. The next 3 were much the same, obviously taken in a short period of time all contributing to the notion that we were a couple at some sort of celebration. The fourth was of Rita and Stan just coming out of what was obviously a hotel bedroom and again, the rest were taken in the next few moments. Janet must have taken them. I took a deep breath to calm myself then looked David in the eyes and said, "David, I can see what this looks like, but it is not what it appears. I have not been seeing anyone. I am not having an affair. I haven't done anything that would hurt you in any way. I . . ." Before I could finish David said, "Were you at the Marriott Saturday night?" "Yes, but . . ." "Did you plan to go there with Rita weeks ago?" "Yes, but. . ." "Did you know Rita was having an affair?" "I knew she has had a one night stand, yes." "Did you lie and cover for her?" "Yes, but . " "Was that a private party at the Marriott last night thrown by the guy Rita has been fucking?" "Yes, but . . " "What time did you get home?" "About 10:15." "Which day?" "Saturday of course!" There were tears in his eyes and the pain was so strong I could feel it just by looking at him. "Chuck has suspected Rita for a couple of months. Apparently he didn't pay much attention to a suspicious phone call he overheard a while back, but when it happened again a week later, he was upset. He was about to finally confide in me a few weeks ago when you and Rita said you were going out together while we were away. Fearing Rita might not be the only one screwing around, he hired a P.I. who has been watching Rita and who went with you to the party last night and took the pictures. She apparently had a personal emergency and had to leave, but took these pictures with her telephone before she did and, when she picked up on her surveillance later that night, she had no way of telling if Rita was home as you had driven, so she checked our place. Her report says Rita said you had an appointment later and that you never did come home that night. Your car did not reappear in our driveway until you brought me back from the airport on Sunday." At the time, I must have been in shock as I couldn't respond. There was a long period of silence before David finally said, "You made me the happiest, proudest man in the world on Sunday Lisa. I've never felt so happy! Was I getting sloppy seconds?" That hurt! "David, please give me a chance and I'll tell you the whole story." "Please do." He replied, tears now streaming down his cheeks. I took a moment to compose myself then told David the whole story in morbid detail not leaving out one single thing that I could remember. My only difficulty through all of it, was the obvious pain, emotional pain, David clearly was going through. When I had finally finished David said nothing for which seemed like an eternity then finally he asked, "You did lie about shopping with Rita until 10:00 that night?" "Yes. I'm sorry. I did." "You told Chuck and I you were going to dinner and a movie when you knew you were going to a private party with these guys Stan and Jeff?" "Yes but . . . " "DID YOU LIE OR DIDN"T YOU?" he shouted. "Yes. David, but I've told you the truth just now. You have to believe me." David, still in pain sobbed, "You have no idea how much I want to believe you Lisa, no idea how much I want to believe that the woman I have loved for as long as I can remember is not fucking someone else, has not made me into a . . .a . . .cuckold. I'm afraid I may be some kind of idiot whose wife and her lover have been laughing at behind his back." "David, I love you! I could never do anything like that to you." "But you can. . . if fact, you DID . . .lie to me didn't you?" The Slightest Opening "Yes." "Once you lie, you make it virtually impossible to know when you are lying and when you are not." "However foolish Rita has been," I said all too smugly, "I'm sure she loves Chuck and she will admit what she has done and she will confirm everything I have told you." If anything, David's pain radiated even more strongly and in a voice that was racked with despair he said, "You lied for her! She'll lie for you!" David didn't come to bed that night and he was gone to work when I went downstairs the next morning. I called him at the office but Carrie, his "girl Friday" said he was out in the yard and would call me when he got back in. He called back about 40 minutes later but we were unable to discuss much. Things were strained for the rest of the week. He had moved into the guestroom but on the following weekend when the kids came home from camp, it was obvious David was trying to avoid upsetting them as he came back to our bed but still kept his distance.. Rita had called through that week and, although she was sobbing so hard it was difficult to understand her, I gathered that Chuck had moved out and had made an appointment for them to speak to a lawyer. My emotions ran from one extreme to the other. I was sad and frightened one moment, then I was hurt and angry at David for believing I might have cheated on him. That anger disappeared quickly when I realized how it must have looked to him and how I had lied and caused the doubt myself. Inevitably Chuck and Rita came up in the all too brief discussions David and I were having, but I discovered one thing that I still find shocking. I had thought, in my own personal, selfish way, that, because I hadn't actually fucked anyone, hadn't committed adultery as Rita had, from a man's point of view, my guilt was relatively minimal. It took me a while to catch on that, contrary to popular opinion, with a strong, loving, caring man like David, a breach of trust is just as damaging to the relationship. My continued emphasis on the fact that I hadn't even come close to such an act did little to address the issue that I had lied to our friend and my own husband. Our efforts to avoid upsetting the kids were obviously unsuccessful as our daughter Mel, whom I've always seen as closer to her Dad, asked me, "Mom, are you and Dad going to get a divorce like Aunt Rita and Uncle Chuck?" "What makes you ask that?" I replied, avoiding answering. "Robby and I can both see things are not O.K. I asked Dad and he didn't really answer me either. He said the two of you had a disagreement about something private and you were trying to work it out." "Mel, your Dad is a wonderful man and I love him very much, but he didn't tell you the whole truth. I told your Dad some lies and I hurt his feelings badly. Because I did lie, it's hard for him to know when I'm telling him the truth and it's impossible to have a good marriage when you don't know if you can trust your partner." "I caused the trouble and I don't know how to fix it other than make sure I always tell the truth just like I'm doing with you right now." I don't know if I was putting too much on Mel when I did that but I did notice a slight improvement in my interaction with David. He seemed less hostile but perhaps more sad after that. He had moved back into our bedroom when the kids returned but there was a cold separation between us when in the bed. I felt I had to respect his needs in this and in keeping with my position of, the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, I told him I would prefer to hold him or be held by him but that as long as he wanted, I would keep my distance. After almost 6 weeks of living apart and communicating through their lawyer, Chuck and Rita started to see a counsellor. The fact that they continued to use only one lawyer was a good sign; that they were seeing a counsellor was even better. I wished that David and I were making some progress to resolution as they appeared to be, but we weren't! Not from lack of trying on my part or even, David's. He called from the office one day and asked me out for dinner. We had a pleasant evening and as it was obvious he was trying to close the gap between us, I started to make blatantly sexual overtures. I went to the ladies room and removed my pantyhose and panties making sure he knew what I had done. When we returned home that night we attempted to make love that night in our bed but it seemed like we fucked for an eternity but neither of us could climax and we finally just stopped. After that, at my suggestion, one to which David quickly agreed, we started seeing a counsellor ourselves. We met together with our counsellor Dianne Beslow and then again, separately. I left nothing out and told her all the details, adding how I felt and how much I loved David and that, although I was upset he thought that I had cheated on him, I just wanted to get past this foolish thing I had done. Dianne seemed so kind and considerate at first, but once the introductory meetings were done and we got down to business, she seemed rather unsympathetic. In fact, she was almost hostile! During my private meeting with her she made it clear my breach of trust had put our marriage in jeopardy. She had just finished a 45 minute meeting with David and once he had left her office and I entered and sat down, she started in on me like she had a personal stake in our relationship. There was no "psychobabble" or prolonged "this, that or the other thing". Just, "Wow Lisa, from everything you told me, you've been a real ass! By your own description, you have as fine a man as you or I or any woman would want and you misled him, outright lied to him, allowed yourself to be photographed at a private party when you had told him you were going out for dinner by a P.I. who was investigating an infidelity carried on by the woman you were with, an infidelity that you were aware of and had been instrumental in covering up, your vehicle was left at the Marriott that night and the P.I. correctly reported that she had not seen you return in a cab and that your vehicle did not return at all that night . . . and you're pissed because he thinks you may have cheated on him." "You better get back to the real world girl. The only suggestion I can make is, if he gives you the slightest opening, you jump in and say and do what ever it takes to keep him or be prepared to do without him for the rest of your life. You have put your marriage in serious jeopardy!" I was shell shocked! Clearly she had sided with David and, realizing she had, made me look once again at how it must have looked to him. I lied to him. He had pictures of me with another man, apparently at some sort of party. He was told that a P.I. had accompanied me there, that we had told her we had another "appointment" later that evening and that my car was not back at our home at all that night. He knew his friend had some cause to believe his wife, my best friend, had been involved with someone. To counter all this, I expected him to believe me when I finally told him the truth . . . but in the knowledge I had already lied to him. On the way home I was feeling low and clearly to blame for all our ills. I was expecting David to be at least a little smug and sanctimonious but he wasn't! He seemed troubled and unsure. That was confusing because it was obvious to me that Dianne had seen fit to agree that I had messed up. She certainly made that clear to me and, I assumed, to David. David started to speak but was clearly having difficulty getting it out. Then my chest constricted. I feared the worst. He was trying to tell me he was leaving me. Not knowing what to do I was silent, my mind a jumble of thoughts but after a while he said in a quiet voice, "Lisa, . . . I'm sorry for not trusting you when you finally told the whole story." I was caught off guard and, although now more confused than fearful, and still not knowing what to say, I remained silent. "I was scared! Scared of losing you!" he continued, "Dianne was pretty rough on me in there and made me see that it was only my own petty fears and my male ego that were hurting me, . . .hurting us. You screwed up, but, however upset I was at the lies you did tell, I should have seen you were only trying to help our friends. She asked me that, if the situation were reversed, would I have lied for Chuck if I thought it would have helped him and Rita." "I said I didn't know, but after giving it some thought, I know I probably would have, especially if I believed Chuck was going to end it and devote himself to Rita." "I'm truly sorry Lisa. I love you and I'm asking you to forgive me but I need to know you'll confide in me if you ever get into a spot like that again! No more lies!" Do you think that was the "slightest opening" Dianne might have been telling me about? With a joy I hadn't felt since that night, I replied, "First, yes I agree, no more lies. As far as forgiving you is concerned, I'll do that as I work out forgiving myself. David, you give me half a chance and I'll make up for the pain all this has caused you. I will love and cherish you for the rest of our lives and I'll fuck you, suck you and make love to you as much as you'll let me. In fact, if you think you can manage to keep the car on the road, I'd like to get started as soon as possible." I did get started on the way home that day and although it was touch and go a couple of times, David did manage to keep the car on the road. Later that night, after some wonderfully exhausting love making, we talked long into the night. By the end of that talk David had asked for three things: One, that we keep our promise of confiding in each other, no more lies! Two, that I keep my promise to fuck, suck and make love to him as much as he would let me. And; Three, that I not get so totally lost in that second promise that I miss out on keeping him in line and putting him in his place whenever he oversteps himself. He wants an equal partner for a wife and given that "slightest opening", that's what I'm going to be.