34 comments/ 49362 views/ 6 favorites Pushing the Ultimate Button By: Strapper66 This is the fourth installment of the marital adventures of Jerry and Karen, following Aftermath, Limelight, and The Magic Boxers. -------------------------------------- "So what do women really think about cock size?" The half chewed pizza crust flew across the table and hit me on the cheek. Bits of mushroom and green pepper littered my polo shirt. Diet Coke dripped off my forehead. Abby, Brenda and Connie scurried to wipe me down and clean me up. Paper napkins piled at the center of the table, my new woman coaches kept repeating various forms of, "Oh God, I'm sorry!" I, however, was smiling from ear to ear. Their sudden guilt insured that I would be getting some honest feedback. I wanted to hear the truth. "So?" "You're serious? You really want to have this conversation?" Abby asked. "Yeah... I want to know what you really think," I firmly stated. "Educate me. Help me to understand." "Why? Has Karen implied that you are too small?" "Never. I'm just curious..." How could I tell these girls that my brain was warped after years and years of reading stories on Literotica? I've read countless stories of loving and faithful wives suddenly worshiping giant double digit length cocks, cheating and ruining their lives, families and marriages. It was starting to affect me. "Consider it a question that almost every male of the species has...are we big enough?" I continued. "Insecurity isn't limited to men only, Jerry. My husband cheated on me. Do you know how many times I've asked myself why I couldn't keep my man? Millions..." Connie stated. "Sorry, Connie. Your ex was an idiot, and certainly you deserved better. Any man would be thrilled to be your partner...and in your heart you know that's true," I stated emphatically. Silence enveloped the table as they looked at me, slowing shaking their heads before Abby sighed, "OK, Jerry, you really want to have an honest discussion about size?" "Yes." "And you promise to believe us?" "Yes." Abby sat back in back in the booth and closed her eyes. Ten seconds later she began speaking... "Every woman probably has a different answer about this... I will give you my honest opinion. Take it for what it's worth..." "Fair enough." "What is Karen's bra size?" "Thirty four C, but..." "Stop! Now, I bet you love her breasts..." Abby continued. "Absolutely! Every chance I get..." "You love the shape. Love to hold them. Squeeze them. Play with them?" Abby questioned. "You bet!" "I bet you suck on those big nipples just about every night." "Damn right! Why do you think she calls me 'baby' as a term of endearment? She says I'm her adult child. Early in our marriage she used to give me a pacifier to use during her period when her breasts were sore. She wanted me to keep in practice." "Great. Now let's say you woke up tomorrow morning and Karen's breasts were now a thirty two A cup and her nips were really tiny, would you love them any less?" "Well... I'd wonder why, but I'd still be trying to suck them off her chest!" "Exactly! And do you know why?" "Well... She's my wife and I love her..." "Exactly! Because you love her, it really doesn't matter what size her breasts are. You love them because you love her. And the same is true with wives and their husband's.....ah.....penises. We love them because they're a part of the man we love." "Now I'm not going to lie to you, if Mike's penis was only two inches long I'd have never married him. But he's average and I'm satisfied. The truth is every woman wouldn't mind if their husband was just a little longer or a little thicker. It's human nature to want more. I drive a very nice Toyota Camry but I wish I were driving a Lexus. But my Camry's got heated seats and I like it just fine. I love Mike and that's really the most important thing..." Connie concluded. "I dated a guy once on the football team in college," Brenda continued. "A big guy, a lineman... He was a full eight I'd guess, and thick, too. And I'm not going to lie, it was exciting... exciting to look at and exciting to play with! I was soaked with anticipation, and then when he actually started to penetrate me the reality set in..." "It was painful, and to his credit, he took it slow and was gentle. Quite frankly, it wasn't as great as I thought it was going to be and I was sore for a whole week afterwards. Now, was I happy to have that experience? Absolutely. Would I ever want it again? No way! I satisfied my curiosity, and as I told you last lunch, I want sex all the time. Sam is just average size and he fits me perfectly. There is no pain, no recovery period, he hits all the right spots and that works very well for me," Brenda finished. "To me, size really isn't all that important," Connie blushed. "I can work with just about any size. What's important to me is a man's tongue. If he cannot lick me to an....an.....orgasm...he's simply not a keeper. I'll take oral skills over a big penis any day!" "Anyway, guys who are average size tend to try harder. Their insecurity works to their advantage because their effort and enthusiasm really comes through. I like it when a man is giving me his best to try to please me... Makes me feel special....that I'm worth his effort." "Jerry..." Brenda said, "We've all seen the bulge in your pants, and I feel relatively safe in stating that I don't think size, of lack of it, is something that you have to worry too much about." "You know, I simply don't understand why husbands get stupid this way, asking stupid questions. Why go looking for trouble when there is none? Tell Karen every chance you get what a big penis you have. Positive reinforcement! Make her feel good and lucky to be with you..." Abby chastised. "Besides, is any wife who chooses size over true love really worth growing old with?" Brenda rhetorically questioned. "So does that ease your mind?" Abby asked. "So is that REALLY the truth?" The girls rolled their collective eyes and groaned, and then asked me how the maid that they recommended was working out. I told them that Karen thought she was working out just fine. Being the day before Thanksgiving, we parted wishing each other a nice holiday. We were not expected back to work until the following Monday... ----------------------------- At 3:00am Thanksgiving morning the alarm went off in our bedroom, and Karen and I rolled out of bed to start making our traditional Thanksgiving baked sweet potato dish for her church's midday dinner to the economically less fortunate and elderly. Or typically, rather, Karen prepared the food and I assisted, however, in light of my newly discovered cooking skills, I doomed myself to greater participation this year. Karen was a very active member in the church. From early childhood, all throughout her formative years through Sunday school and vacation Bible school, it was central to her life. Even in the rebellious teen years, and as a troubled young adult, she never lost touch with her religion and her faith. She always believed that her God would deliver her to a better life. And as any Jayne would tell you, the story of our courtship could only have taken place through some kind of divine miracle. To my wife, her faith was at the very core of her existence and her church was the house of the Lord. I, however, considered myself more a spiritual person than someone defined by any particular religious faction. Sure, I believed in God, I mean, who could look at sunrises and sunsets, or the miracle of your children being born and not believe there was something greater out there. I may be a sixty watt light bulb in a world full of hundred watters, but even to my simple mind, God existed and was very real. But it was also my strong belief that God was just as easily talked to while walking in Penn's woods or standing on top of a mountain. I certainly didn't need a damn building to speak with God! These convictions were born out of watching all the hypocrites on Sunday morning at the church my parents took me to as a youth. It always sickened me to watch my friend's fathers and mothers act like total idiots six days a week, only put on their best clothes and confess their sins in great theatrical fashion, then turn around the following day and start acting immoral all over again. They used the church to cover their asses, and it turned me off to the organized part of religion. But because I loved Karen so much, I acquiesced to getting married in her church all those years ago. Heck, I would have jumped into the fiery pit of Hell to be with her! And through the years, I continued to accompany to her regular Sunday morning services. It is the small price that you pay when you are in love. And the truth is that Karen's church has a lot of good people attending, and their Thanksgiving dinner was certainly culinary proof that the congregation didn't just talk a good game. They really did help a lot of needy people in a very Christ-like fashion. Sweet potatoes a la Karen are certainly easy to make. You just had to make sure that you had plenty of butter and brown sugar along with two special ingredients, cinnamon and tarragon. For seven straight hours we kept feeding lasagna sized heavy duty aluminum foil trays into the oven. At 11am we loaded up the trunk of the Fusion and drove over to Karen's church. To see the faces of the less fortunate, as they feasted on some very tasty food, certainly warmed our hearts. To look into their eyes, and simply convey the message that we were all human at the most basic level, was always a positive experience for us. As Karen and I held each other in bed later that night, we both realized how fortunate we were, both economically and emotionally, and the true meaning of Thanksgiving overcame us. -------------------- But as typical in America, consumerism can rapidly push aside the good feelings of the previous day, and Black Friday morning I found myself standing in line at Best Buy. Karen's cell phone battery had died, and since our two year contract had expired, it seemed like an appropriate time to upgrade our outdated flip cell phones to something a little smarter. For me, I probably should have considered a Jitterbug, since my eyesight was rapidly getting worse, but our boys had convinced us to get something on the cutting edge. God only knew who was going to teach us how to use the damn things! I stood in line, even after doing hours of on-line research, not knowing what to get. An iphone or a Galaxy? I was going to surprise Karen with my selection, but then I remembered I was married! Buy the right phone and I'm a hero, buy the wrong phone and I'm sorely lacking in communication skills! In the end, I did what any smart husband does, and stuck a couple of hundred's in an envelope for Karen to choose for us. I really didn't care, a phone's a phone, and making my wife happy trumps any technological differences. I decided we would go shopping together when she got home from work. ------------------ Knowing that we had plenty of leftover food from the Thanksgiving dinner, I decided to spend the rest of my Friday doing a final leaf clean up in the yard. Your mind tends to wander while performing this yearly task and riding around on the John Deere, I have frequently solved the world's problems. There is something about cutting grass and mulching leaves which lends itself to reasonable thought and reminiscing. Be it the roar of the engine or the smell of the gasoline, I have always been able to work things out in my mind. I have always thought that the President should spend an hour every week cutting the White House lawn. Perhaps things would be better in this county. But then again, solving problems on either side of the political fence is about more than having the answers... My grandfather, God rest his soul, used to love cutting the grass so he wouldn't have to listen to my grandmother bitch and complain. When he retired, he'd be on that tractor for eight hours each and every day the sun would shine. He always told his wife that he wanted the best looking yard in the neighborhood. He would just ride around all day and be happy. Every night he would get down on his knees and pray it wouldn't rain. He's the only man I ever saw buried with a green and yellow John Deere cap on his head. But on the day my grandmother died, I held this old man in my arms while he cried like a baby. His life was never the same. He would often just stare out the window as the grass grew high in the yard. Many months later on the day he took his last breath, as I was holding his hand, he had the greatest smile I had seen in years plastered on his shallow yellowish face. "I love you, Pap." I spoke in his ear, tears running down my cheeks. "Don't cry, boy," he whispered back. "I'm going to see your Grandma, and I hope she has a nice peach pie waiting for me..." Even though his body had failed him, he was lucid enough that I always assumed that his final words to me had more than one meaning. ------------------ As the afternoon quickly evaporated, I saw Karen's car pull up the driveway and waved to her as I was finishing the last of the cleanup. She waved and beeped the horn back at me as she pulled in the garage. About an hour later, my ears still buzzing from the roar of the tractor's engine, I wandered into the house, dusty, dirty and badly in need of a shower. Karen emerged from the bathroom in her favorite jeans, the ones that shaped her ass perfectly and were a dazzling shade of sky blue. She wore a white semi-sheer ruffled blouse and you could see the outline of a black lacy push-up demi bra underneath. The top two buttons were open and she was sporting some cleavage. Topping off the outfit was a pair of three inch white satin pumps. She looked hot! "Are we going out tonight?" I questioned, temporarily forgetting my plan for us to go pick out new cell phones. "No, baby.... We aren't..... But I am." "Oh..." "I have a date tonight." "What?" "I'm going out on a date tonight, baby. But don't worry, I still love you." I stood there in stunned silence as Karen came over and kissed me lightly on the lips. The faint smell of her favorite perfume lingered in the air. "And if you're lucky, I'll have a nice sweet creamy dessert for you to eat when I get home," she giggled, "Wish me luck!" "Huh?" was all I could manage. Red tail lights from a car backing up the driveway grew larger in the front picture window in the 6pm darkness. A horn suddenly beeped twice. "Oh! There's my date now..." she stated, grabbing her small satin purse off the dining room table. "Just remember, no matter what, baby, I still love you," she winked at me and then hustled out the front door, jumped in the front seat of the car, and disappeared into the night. The whole scene took about a minute to play out... I stood there shaking my head. My wife? On a date? With someone other than me? What the fuck? Taking out my cell to call her, I noticed her flip phone, dead battery and all, sitting on the kitchen counter. Shit! Why didn't I buy some damn phones this morning? How freaking stupid could I have been? I plopped down on a chair and started thinking. Did I miss something? Some obvious sign? I thought Karen and I were doing so well... How could she cheat on me? Even worse, if that's possible, how could she rub it in my face? I sat there in a daze trying to process the unfathomable. My mind swirled. Maybe she was just teasing me... but why the sexy outfit? The perfume? She looked dressed to fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! One thing was certain; I was no God damn wimp! No, sir. I wasn't going to sit here like a sad puppy and wait for her cheating ass to come home with a pussy full of another man's cum! Fuck that! I'd find this stupid asshole that was chasing her and kick the shit out of him! Oh Jesus... what if he already caught her? I pushed this thought to the back of my mind as I grabbed my coat and raced to the Fusion. I almost took the garage door off the hinges as I gunned the engine down the driveway. Turning left towards the city I had to assume that they would be having dinner first. Surely, my wife would want to eat before she fucked another man. Jesus, what was I thinking! My speed reached into the eighties on the twisting two lane road as I raced towards Harrisburg. Thai food. My wife would want to eat Thai food if she were going to eat dinner out. I tried to keep breathing as a light mist started to fall. Through my mental haze I listed all the Thai restaurants where we normally ate in my mind. One by one, I raced from one to the other, showing my wife's photo to each hostess. Nothing. Perhaps Mexican? After coming up empty at six more restaurants, it dawned on me that perhaps she would be eating at someplace different. New lover, new restaurant, new experiences. I slumped back in my car seat. There was nothing to do but drive home and pack. An overwhelming feeling of emptiness overcame me. The roads were slick and a light fog started to form. Suddenly, I almost t-boned a minivan full of kids after running a stop sign. I locked up the brakes and missed them by inches. When the Fusion skidded to its stop, I sat in the middle of the intersection for a few seconds trying to catch my breath. Finally making it home, as I sat in the Fusion in the garage, the thought of Karen in another man's arms caused me to vomit out the car door. When my stomach was finally empty, I laid back in the seat and cried. The smell of cleaning up the mess on the garage floor brought me back to reality. Finding the suitcases down the basement was easy. They were right where I set them after we got back from Mexico three months ago. I packed just enough clothes to get me through the following week. My legs felt rubbery and my breathing was labored. Making my way into the living room, a sense of dizziness forced me to sit down. I realized I needed to take my blood pressure medicine with me before I left. I sat there, trying to steady myself, staring into the flames of the pellet stove. Sadness seemed to paralyze me, and the swinging of the pendulum of the grandmother clock filled my ears with a rhythmic "tick-tock." Hearing the clock strike nine times, it was like someone hitting me with a hammer inside my brain. -------------------- I heard the front door lock turn and there stood Karen smiling at me. Damn! I wanted to be gone before she returned... "Hi, baby..." she cooed, before noticing the suitcases sitting beside chair I was resting on. I just emptily stared at her. I was completely numb. "What's with the suitcases, honey? Are we going on another vacation?" "I'm leaving, Karen. Just as soon as I can stand up without falling down." "What? Nooooooo!" she exclaimed, her eyes suddenly getting big with understanding. "I.....I.....was just out with the girls at a Pampered Chef party." "Yeah, right!" I rasped, "Don't make it worse by lying to me, too." "No, really I was..." she stammered, "Look, I got a deviled egg tray for your Steeler's playoff party this year." She held up some large oval shaped piece of plastic. "It has this compartment in the bottom that you can put water in and freeze so it keeps the eggs cold." "The Steelers aren't going to the playoff this year..." "Baby, look at this! I brought you a piece of cheese cake from the party," as she held up another plate. "Get it? '...a creamy sweet desert for you to eat...'" her voice trailing off. "Did you get fucked real good, Karen? Did he have a nice big cock? Was it worth it?" "H....honest......baby, I was with the girls. Connie picked me up. She was my date. Abby and Brenda were there, too." She started trembling. "I've never and would never cheat on you, babe. I love you." "Yeah. Sure... 'I'm going out on a date!' The sexy clothes. The perfume. That's how every woman dresses to go out to a damn cooking party. Do you really think I'm that stupid?" Pushing the Ultimate Button "I was just trying to keep up with the other women. They're all younger and so pretty..." "That's a bullshit lie and you know it. None of them compare to you! You better start telling the truth Karen or this marriage is over tonight! I won't stand for you fucking around and I won't stand for you lying to me, either. Twenty two years or not, without me being able to trust you, we're done!" Karen looked to the floor and started crying. Between the sobs, she tried to explain, "Last night we were really tired from cooking and the dinner and we only cuddled in bed. All day long today I was really, really horny and I thought if I could get you all jealous that you would really pound me tonight. I know you don't like to be manipulated that way...but....but I thought that you would see right through it." "You put me through HELL for an orgasm? I almost killed a bunch of kids trying to find you because you wanted your jealous husband to pound your pussy? Are you nuts?" My wife stripped off her jeans and panties. "Smell them, baby. No cum, and they don't smell like sex. Maybe a little pee because I don't hold it as well as I used to... Please believe me!" "Maybe he used a condom. Maybe you took a shower and had an extra pair of panties in your purse. Do you see where this is going? How am I ever going to trust you again?" "Use the polygraph certificate if you don't believe me. I'll call off work and we'll go first thing tomorrow morning." "Fuck that! If I have to give my wife a damn polygraph test to discover the truth..." "Please believe me. I'm begging you. I'm sorry, and I'll NEVER do this again!" "What? Have sex with another man?" "Nooooooo!" Karen wailed, "I'll never pull your chain again..." My wife's explanation seemed entirely plausible, but I was pissed. Even if she was telling the absolute truth, her repeated jabs using hints of infidelity to ramp me up for sex, no matter the reason, no matter how innocent, was more than my heart could take. This was the third time she had pushed this button, and yet I had failed to make her see the light. I needed to do something which would show her how deeply she was killing me. Sitting in silence, my eyes returning to the dancing flames of the pellet stove, I spoke in a calm low voice, "Karen, I will be sleeping on the sofa tonight. Don't bug me; let me work this all out in my mind. If you're telling me the truth, that you really were at a cooking party tonight and you weren't fucking another man, well, perhaps we can work this out..." "I swear to God above that I'm not lying. Please come to bed..." "No, Karen, just leave me alone." My wife ran off to the bedroom crying, but I didn't feel guilty at all. She wanted to start this stupid game tonight, but it didn't turn out like she planned. She made her bed, and now she could go cry in it. ------------------- I spent a sleepless night tossing and turning on the sofa, and got up with a backache well before dawn. Showering and changing clothes, I was out of the house before Karen awoke for work, and was drinking coffee at an all night truck stop along Route 81 as the sun rose. I wanted to walk in the woods, to seek the council of my Maker, but the day being close to the start of buck season, and with so many people being out of work and struggling; it didn't seem like the smartest thing to do. After all, I wasn't one hundred percent certain my wife didn't hang a set of antlers on me, thus making me an easy target for a poacher's rifle bullet seeking to add some venison to his winter freezer. I sat there thinking about how I would rather hear from my doctor that I was dying of terminal cancer than hear the news that my wife was cheating on me. There is something about infidelity that strikes at a man's core, something that is worse than death. I realized that I would have to talk with my woman coaches on Monday to hear their version of the previous night. For some strange reason at this exact moment, I trusted them more than I trusted my own wife. It was not a good sign for my marriage. I spent the rest of the weekend avoiding any type of protracted conversation with Karen, as she repeatedly tried to apologize. The only good thing out of this whole mess was that the basement got cleaned and I put the snow blade on the John Deere. I realized that I would have to figure out something soon because my back couldn't take many more nights on the sofa. ----------------- Monday morning I left for work early and was sitting at my desk when Abby, Brenda and Connie approached me. Concerned looks on their faces, all they said to me was, "Lunch at Panera at eleven." The noon time crowd had not begun to filter in as we sat in a booth at the back of the restaurant. Connie was the first to speak... "For the record, I picked Karen up at your house on Friday evening about 6pm. We went to Tina Booth's house to her Pampered Chef party. Ab and Brenda were both there. There were no other men in the house except Tina's husband, and he left about two minutes after things got going. Karen, nor any of us, had any contact with another man. I dropped her off at your house just after 9pm." "But that's not the whole story..." Connie continued. "From the time she got in my car, all she wanted to do was gush about what a wonderful husband and amazing lover you were. The woman just kept going on and on about all the adventures that you guys were having, and how your sex life had really improved..." "We had to tell her to shut up!" Abby interrupted. "It was getting disgusting. I mean, the girl just wouldn't quit babbling about what great sex you were having. Hey, I'm happy for her, but I could only take so much. I mean, seriously, look at you... you can't be THAT good." "Your wife would rather cut off her arms than cheat on you," Brenda continued. "She thinks you're the greatest husband in the world, and she actually thinks the maid was YOUR idea. I didn't have the heart to tell her..." "How do I know you're not just covering for her?" I asked looking at Connie. "How do I know you two weren't out playing around? You're single, maybe she wanted to tag along and sample that freedom." Connie looked downward. "It's not exactly a secret that since my divorce, I've had the occasional thought that if you and Karen weren't a couple that, well, I'd be interested in getting to know you better... I never thought it was even a remote possibility. The two of you always seem so happy together." She lifted her head and looked me in the eyes, "But I'm not a home wrecker. I have my standards and my morals and that girl is totally in love with you. My conscious couldn't handle telling you 'Yeah Jerry, we went to a bar, picked up a couple of young guys and let them use us. Oh, and after your divorce how about going out with me?' I'm not built like that... And by the way, don't ever accuse me lying again or this friendship is over." "I've talked to her and she realizes what she did was totally wrong, and she's very, very sorry she hurt you," Abby continued. "But it's not a deal breaker. She didn't cheat, and there's no reason you can't get passed this... We all do stupid things in life." "She gets it, Jerry," Brenda stated. "The past three nights she's been alone in her bed and she realizes what could happen if she continues teasing you. Being alone, sleeping alone, is a very powerful thing for a woman after you've slept beside the man you love for decades. You've punished her enough, and now it's time to start the reconciliation." "Please don't do anything stupid," Connie concluded. "She truly loves you." I nodded my head, and thanked them for their advice, and yet, somewhere in the back of my mind I wasn't totally convinced that Karen understood the depth of my hurt. I needed to make absolutely certain she understood. Not being the brightest light bulb in the pack, simply forgiving and moving on seemed like a wimpy thing to do. For myself, I needed some type of revenge. On the drive home that Monday, I thought about all the plots of retribution I'd read against cheating wives on Literotica over the years. And although I finally accepted that Karen had not actually stepped out on me, subconsciously I must have been influenced all those "burn the bitch" scenarios. A plan formed in my mind that I believed would once and for all take care of this problem. ----------------------- When Karen came home from work that evening, I was ready to talk. There was a sense of relief on her face that I was finally willing to communicate, to begin to work things out. Sitting down at the kitchen table to eat dinner, I looked her in the eyes and spoke firmly, "I love you, Karen, but you're killing me with that kind of teasing. I can't stand the thought of you cheating on me... with you being with someone else... It's the worst feeling in the world." "I'm so sorry, baby! I understand it was wrong and insensitive, and I'll never do it again! I promise. Please forgive me!" "I'm going to set up a new adventure for us, to try to show you how badly you hurt me. If you play along, when it's all over, the scales will be even and we can move on together." "What kind of adventure?" "I'm not going to say..." "You're not going out with another woman are you?" whispered Karen, a terrified look on her face. "No. I would never cheat on you... And I won't be causing you physical pain, either. But in the end, I think you will have a very clear understanding of how much you hurt me." "Baby, I'll do anything to get past this, so I accept whatever you feel that you have to do to me." "Good. I'll set it up as soon as possible so we can move on... I have an idea... On the day that it takes place I'll be texting you with specific instructions, so make sure you get another phone as soon as possible." "Oh..." she swallowed hard. "Don't worry, Karen. It's going to be OK... Now come over here and give me a hug." The familiarity of twenty two wonderful years was a solid foundation from which to rebuild our feelings. Melting into my arms, instantly all seemed right between us. I've always loved the way she felt, her smell, her touch. Perhaps I would be making a mistake by pursuing my retribution... I moved back into the bedroom and that night we fell asleep in each other's arms. The following night we made love, and the three nights after that, too, and I'm certain Karen felt all was forgiven and forgotten. ----------------- It was about two weeks later in the middle of December that I left a note on the kitchen table as I left early for work... "My Love, Do not eat any breakfast or lunch today, we are going to a very special place this evening and I need you to be hungry! Love, Jerry" At three in the afternoon, I texted her, "When you get home from work, immediately take a shower. Put on your nightgown. I'm picking your clothes." She texted back, "Where are we going to eat? I'm starved!" "Surprise!" I punched the letters into the phone. I left work early and stopped at the local Excitement Video store on the way home. After talking with a sales clerk over the phone a week earlier, I was certain they would have everything I would need to purchase without having to order stuff online. I placed all the items I bought in a gym bag, and then went to get a spare key from Rich Tanner, the general maintenance person at the building where Karen and I would be having our adventure. Without telling him my purpose, he assured me that nobody would be around that particular evening. As I pulled into the garage, I sat back and thought back to the night of Karen's date. All the anger, sadness, and despair easily came rushing back. I went back to that terrible place in my mind. Leaving the garage door open and the heater on in the Fusion, I made the final decision to settle the score. Karen was sitting at the table as I walked into the kitchen, her thick baby blue flannel nightgown covering her body just as I requested. I walked to the bedroom and got her highest heels out of the closet, a pair of black patent leather five inchers with a thin ankle strap. Dropping them on the floor in front of her I commanded, "Put them on." She looked apprehensive but complied. Next I pulled a velvety blindfold out of my pocket and covered her eyes... "I thought we were going out to eat?" she nervously questioned. "We're going out all right, and you will do as you're told. Now hold out your arms. Do you understand?" She nodded as I placed her wrists in Velcro cuffs, clipping them together in front of her, then stood her up and escorted her to the Fusion as she leaned into my body, blinded and teetering on her stilettos. "Where are you taking me?" "Someplace very special. We are going to have an adventure that you will never forget." After a short drive we pulled up to the front door and I grabbed my gym bag from the back seat and helped her from the car. Unlocking the door, I led her quickly inside as a gale force December wind was blowing. In the vestibule I cranked up the heat and turned on the lights. Her heels dug into the thick carpet as we walked a hallway and then entered our final destination. After another thirty steps to the base of some plush carpeted steps, we stopped. I temporarily unclipped Karen's wrist cuffs and swiftly but carefully pulled her nightgown over her head making sure her blindfold didn't come off. I unhooked her bra and pulled down her panties in a matter of seconds. Her nipples were rock hard and her panties were moist. Finally I spoke, "Karen, I want you on your knees." "Where are we? What are you going to do to me?" "Be quiet and do as you're told!" I pivoted Karen slightly to the left as she slowly sank down. "Now lean forward on your elbows. Don't think, just do it!" She settled into a doggie style position on the carpet, naked except for the black patent stilettos. I reached down and unzipped the gym bag and one by one started getting my purchases out. I took a spreader bar and Velcro cuffed my wife's ankles to each end of the thick piece of metal pipe. "What are you doing?" she trembled. "Be quiet, I'm keeping you in place. Now with your arms, reach back between your legs. Do it, right now!" As Karen extended her hands back, I grabbed her Velcroed wrists and clipped them to the center of the metal spreader bar, forcing her face into the plush carpet. I stood back and admired my handiwork. My beautiful wife's butt was sticking up in the air, spread open and exposed like never before. Even better, she couldn't move. She was at my complete mercy. "Ouch... this is uncomfortable," she exclaimed, turning her head to the side to speak. "I know, but you'll get used to it in a minute. You may as well relax. We're going to be here for the whole night." "What?" "I'm going to take off your blindfold now so that you can see where we are..." I reached down and slowly lifted the black velvet cover. Karen squinted as I walked over to the wall and turned on the overhead spotlights. Even with her limited visual perspective, her eyes got huge and she gasped, "Dear God, nooooooooooo!" "That's right Karen, we're in your church, directly in front of the altar, not more than five feet from where we took our wedding vows twenty two years ago..." "Get me out of here! This is my CHURCH and I'm... I'm NAKED and... Oh please dear God forgive me!" "Look at me," I commanded, laying down beside her to have eye contact. "We are going to have a great adventure tonight..." "Please, please, please get me out of here!" "Here's what we are going to do..." I started, pulling out a large clear plastic package. "These are called anal plugs, Karen, and I am very slowly going to open up that tight little ass of yours tonight and fuck it!" "God, nooooooooooooo!" "Oh yes, dear, you see the different sizes, from thin as your pinkie finger to this rather thick and menacing looking one? It'll be like slowly climbing up a mountain, one step at a time." "Please!" she cried. "Oh you're going to be begging all right, dear. Look at me!" I took out a little blue pill and a bottle of water, swallowing it in an exaggerated fashion. "In an hour or so I'm going to be hard as a piece of steel and I'm going to fuck that virgin asshole of yours all night!" I exclaimed triumphantly. Karen bowed her head and started crying as she whispered, "Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name, thy kingdom come, thy will be done, as earth as it is in heaven..." "Look at this huge bottle of lube; I have enough to really take my time with each and every plug." I continued my monologue. "Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us..." "By the time this pill takes effect, your hole will be stretched so wide open, I'll be able to give you that pounding that your date did... Get it? Your fucking date..." "And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil, for thine is the kingdom, the power and the glory for ever and ever, Amen..." "Are you ready, dear? Are you ready, before God, to become my slut, just like you were for your lover?" "Please, dear God, forgive Jerry, he doesn't understand what he's doing, and please forgive me, God, for driving him to do this... It's all my fault, my foolishness..." And then she broke down and openly wept, almost hyperventilating before burying her face in the carpet. I slumped back against the wooden pulpit, "Do you see? Do you finally see how much you killed me with your 'date' and your talk about being with someone else? Is it finally clear to you?" Now, watching Karen cry in such hysterical fashion was like a knife stabbing me in the heart. What seemed like such a good idea had turned into over the top revenge. Bringing Karen to her church struck at her very core. I knew I had succeeded in making her understand; but I turned into a complete asshole in the process. In that instant I suddenly realized that you simply don't do that to someone you love. How could I have been so damn stupid? I moved to unbind all the Velcro straps and helped Karen to her feet. I gathered up the lube, the unopened package of plugs, the blindfold and the spreader bar and placed them back in the gym bag as Karen put on her underwear and nightgown in silence. The vacant look she gave me was one of extreme sadness. Shutting off the lights and locking the door of her church as we left, I had this sinking feeling that I just killed the love that my wife had for me. Perhaps she would never look at me the same, or have the same feelings for me again. What had I done? ------------------ And that night and in the days that followed, the love of my life totally shut me out. She wouldn't talk to me or even look at me. At night she would roll over and sleep with her back to me, occasionally crying in the dark. I had suddenly become a stranger to her and she treated me as such. At work, even my woman coaches were giving me the cold shoulder, as they would sadly shake their heads at me. When I begged them to have lunch to discuss my problem, Connie snapped at me, "You didn't take our advice the last time, so forget it." In our house in the days leading up to Christmas, it was a time of loneliness as Karen and I lived like distant roommates instead of loving husband and wife. For me, it was also a time of introspection. How had I come to be so hateful to the most important person of my life? It's always too easy to blame your own poor decisions on others and other things, to make excuses, but somewhere in my simple mind I realized that over the years I had been subconsciously influenced by all the shit I was reading on the internet. I realized that I would have to quit reading those cheating wife stories, that what started out as mindless entertainment had evolved into a cancer that helped to poison my real relationship. Indirectly, those stories had to have influenced my piss poor decision to take revenge on Karen. Sure, I had burned the hell out of her, and in turn set a torch to my marriage. How very large of me... How could I have been such a fucking idiot? Pushing the Ultimate Button I realized that even if my marriage survived, I would need to find a different hobby, be it tiddlywinks, or riding a trail bike, or even reading one of those classic novels collecting dust on the bookshelf down the basement. I would have to change... The days slowly passed and Karen simply wouldn't even acknowledge my existence, let alone accept my repeated apology. I feared the day would soon come when I would be receiving papers from some lawyer. I'd never felt as sad and depressed in my entire life... ------------------ Christmas Eve I sulked into bed. Lying back looking skyward, I noticed something duct taped to the ceiling above me. What was it? Something green and red? Suddenly, Karen rolled over and gave me a peck on the cheek. "Merry Christmas, baby..." she spoke softly, her eyes moist. And it was in that moment I discovered the true meaning of the holiday season. Karen was giving me the most precious gift that I could ever imagine, a window to reconciliation, a chance to regain my place in her heart. I reached over and gave her a bear hug and wouldn't let go. "OK, OK, you big lug... I need to breathe." I pulled back and looked her in the eyes whispering "Thank you!" before attacking her mouth. Her initial hesitation quickly evaporated and soon we were tongue locked while shedding underwear. I gave the love of my life several pounding that she wouldn't soon forget, and we fell asleep in each other's arm in a pool of sweat and fluids. Waking up on Christmas morning she took it twice again, once with her knees by her ears and then finally in doggy. After badly needed showers, we were sitting in each other's arms in the living room, sipping coffee and staring at the ceramic Christmas tree sitting on the library table in front of the picture window. A fresh dusting of snow overnight framed the scene. But there was something missing, there were no packages under the table. "Oh damn... In the all the trouble and turmoil of the last week, I forgot to get you a present," I apologized. "I love you. That's the most important thing, really the only thing that truly matters. I just want us to go back to the way things were... before I went out to that stupid cooking party. For me, that would be the best gift of all, baby." Karen stated, looking deep into my eyes. "Agreed... but still, I feel like I should have gotten you something, something really special..." I lamented. "Well..." Karen winked at me, "You still haven't taken those toys back to the video store, have you?"