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Sometimes Dark Clouds Do Have Silver Linings

By: cueball961



The song blasting from the jukebox in the less than crowded bar was more than appropriate for the present mood I was in. The song was a Three Doors Down tune, and the words of the chorus hit my chest like a hammer blow.

And there's something I can't see, there's something different in the way you smile. Behind those eyes you lie.  And there's nothing I can say, 'cause I'm never gonna change your mind.  Behind those eyes you hide.

Indeed there had been a great deal of lying and hiding going on behind the eyes of my wife of fifteen years, Sheila. For the last two months I had nearly suspected that she had been replaced with an alien pod person. She was moody one moment and loving the next, almost overly so. There were periods where she was outright distant. Often during these fugue states, I would have to repeat something I said to her more than once before she seemed to wake up from whatever was going on in her head.

Of course, when I inquired as to the cause of this disturbing behavior, it was always the same old thing. It was nothing in particular. It was stress, or PMS, or her hormones were giving her trouble. Of course, my suggestion that she see a doctor was immediately rebuffed, and that quite forcefully. It was not these actions alone that had me sitting alone in a corner of a rather worn down and seedy looking drinking establishment. No, there were other troubling actions that had me unsettled enough to be putting away Manhattans in rather unusual quantities.

There had been several times when Sheila had not been where she said she was going to be. Sheila had never been a stay at home a lot wife to begin with. She was often at her mothers or shopping with our daughter. Ours was an unusual marriage in that respect. Though we mutually spent a great deal of time apart, we made the most of our time together. I had never really made any effort to check up on her whereabouts, as I trusted her fully. Of course, in the past when she said she would be at such and such a location, it could be counted on with certainty. Now it seemed that even that old familiar pattern was being broken.

I know I'm not the sharpest knife in the drawer. Although I make a good living, and could by all standards be considered moderately well off, I'm not a rocket scientist by any stretch. But all this was adding up to a conclusion that didn't exactly call for the talents of the fictional sleuth, Sherlock Holmes. No, Luke Johnson might have been born at night, but it wasn't last night. I had no choice but to believe that there was a weasel in the chicken coop, and that my particular hen had been singled out for the menu. Of course, the possibility was there that she had already fallen into the weasel's clutches.

Sheila and I had actually met some seventeen years ago. I was fresh out of college, armed with a degree in business administration. I landed work fairly quickly and was making good money. I was considered a handsome lad. At a touch over six feet tall, broad of shoulder and slim of hip, I was a good physical specimen. I kept myself that way with a regular physical regimen. My sandy colored hair was well groomed and trimmed short. My eyes were a soft green, and my skin was smooth and tanned. My pleasant, laid back personality and my dry humor also made me popular, according to my friends and business contacts.

I was doing some casual dating but had hit on nothing serious. It was at this point that my mother had collaborated with an old friend who had a daughter a few years younger. Thus I found myself in the crosshairs of two matchmakers and reluctantly headed out for a blind date. I had expected the usual disaster with a two headed swamp thing, but was stunned when I saw the other victim of the conspirators' plotting. Terri was an absolutely gorgeous young blonde. With that, a rather intense relationship had started off and both of us were happy for a good while. It was during this period that I met Sheila, who was Terri's second cousin.

After nearly a year, the bloom had fallen off the rose between Terri and me. I was the one who hit the kill switch, and Terri was devastated and hurt. I actually made several attempts to start it back up, but was met with resistance and finally gave up.

A few months later, I was in attendance at the Homecoming game at my former high school. On the way to the concession stand I ran into Sheila and struck up a conversation with her. It was rather obvious that there was a spark there. I could see it, for my part, in her eyes.

Sheila was cute, of that there was no doubt. Her long thick auburn hair was arresting, as were her blue eyes. She was a tall girl with heavy breasts and a slim waist. The things her backside could do to a tight pair of jeans were of considerable interest to me as well. Her legs were delicious, long and shapely, as I knew from seeing her in a dress at family functions. All in all she was quite the package, since besides her good looks; she also had a shy, sweet personality.

Within days we were an item. It was not a popular development with Terri, and there was a brief respite on Sheila's part to try and heal over this family difficulty. Within a few weeks, Sheila had decided that the romance was not to be denied. Her cousin would just have to accept things as they were.

Developments made the point rather moot as the months went along. Sheila's period came up late, despite the fact that we were using protection, thank you Trojan Rubber Company, and a marriage was quickly set up and performed. The two of us just settled in and started our life together. Sheila was a restaurant manager, and between the two of us we made a decent living. Two children resulted in the next few years, a daughter, named Tina, and a son Joshua.

The marriage had been a consistently happy one, although it was hardly what everyone's idea might have been. We lived only a few hundred yards from Sheila's mother, on the same road in fact. Sheila and her mother were very close and she spent a great deal of time there, usually every evening and a considerable amount of time on the weekend as well. This did not cause the expected friction because I had a great many hobbies I was involved in. We were together for almost every meal time and usually planned some special outing as a family over the weekend.

If there was a downside to the marriage, at least from my view, it was the sex. Granted, it was there in good frequency. Sheila was an enthusiastic lover, especially on the rare occasions that she indulged in some alcohol. It was just that she was rather vanilla to be frank, as I viewed things. An example was oral sex. I love giving it and she loved getting it. She would have no part in reciprocating, however I might plead. She would allow certain different positions, but that's about as far as it went. What Sheila and I viewed as sexy in the area of lingerie was quite varied as well. A silk nightdress was about as wild as she was comfortable with. I tried desperately to spice things up, but it usually backfired. Things just went from vanilla to icy and I got nothing. So, I tried to be understanding and went with vanilla. I had been given more than one opportunity to stray, but I'd always resisted it. Despite things being less than what I would have liked, I loved Sheila and never did want to run the risk of losing my family. It was really bad if I happened to see some porn or a magazine layout that involved some hotter scenarios though. Still, I made do with what I had and some fantasy.

Now here I am fifteen years in, and from all appearances the least likely of the duo has strayed, or was at least contemplating it. I couldn't figure it out. I was still looking as good and was still in great shape. I certainly wasn't neglecting her in any way. She was still looking damn good though, and maybe she had just gotten bored and got a better offer. One thing was damn sure and certain. Talking and questioning was getting me nowhere fast. It was time to get some answers. I might not like what I found out, yet I had to know.

Some of my tinkering, and in later years, computer activity had actually led me to some money making opportunities, so I could afford to acquire the services of a professional. I had accepted the recommendation of my company's security chief and found myself that next afternoon in the spacious offices of Blevins Investigations. I had expected some Humphrey Bogart type, or a hardened ex-cop, but what I got was a very attractive brunette named Barbara Blevins. It turned out that she owned the agency.

It was decidedly difficult to keep my mind on business. Barbara Blevins was an outright doll. Bright blue eyes burned radiantly from a lovely face atop a body made for sin. Her hair was long, thick, and wavy and her breasts were obviously large and firm. She looked like she had been poured into her dress, and the considerable length of leg displayed below the hemline was mouthwatering, shapely and nylon covered. Her ass was amazing and swayed hypnotically as she walked atop her heels.

I fought down the desire to ravish the woman in her own office and settled into the chair in front of her desk, trying to subtly adjust my cock which was as hard as an iron bar. From the slight smile on her face as she sat at her own chair behind her desk, I wasn't so sure I had been discreet enough.

I gave her the particulars of my quandary. She in turn spelled out how her team, who she assured me were crack professionals, would address the issue. Barbara vowed that within 24 hours, Sheila Johnson would be under constant surveillance. The only thing they would not have on film or recording would be the thoughts inside her skull.

Now the maddening wait began. Things at home had certainly not changed. If anything, they had deteriorated. Yet I tread lightly. I had tried to give Sheila the chance and the space to come clean and open up about whatever was on her mind and troubling her spirit.

Several days went by. One evening my cell rang. It was Barbara Blevins telling me that we needed to meet as soon as possible, as there had been several developments in the case. I noted that Sheila had entered the house as I was talking in my study. After hanging up with Barbara, I could hear Sheila upstairs showering. This again was not a good sign. She came down about an hour later looking nervous and haggard. She went into the kitchen and prepared a cup of tea. Surprisingly she came back into the room and sat down, obviously prepared to actually engage in a rare conversation. I frankly wasn't sure whether this was a good sign or a bad one.

"I'm just going to tell you that this may be my last night in this house." She said hesitantly, "You've asked me several times what my problem is, and I've lied to you, saying there was no problem, or as to the nature of the problem. Well there is a problem and I'm going to tell you as much as you want to know, although I'll tell you right now you're not going to like it."

It was pretty obvious where this was going to go. I could already feel coldness in my heart and a burning flame start up in my stomach. This was not going to be a good night for me. I could feel it in my bones.

"Around two months ago I let a situation get out of hand. Do you remember that new waiter, Keith? Well, all the girls were just nuts about him. I just might as well admit it, I thought he was good looking too. Well, he's a flirt Luke, I mean with every woman in the restaurant. He even did it to me, although it was nowhere near the level of the other girls. With me he was more subtle, everything was much more implied. Still, it fed my ego to have an attractive man, that much younger, saying nice things about me. I should have been a lot wiser and shut it down right then. It would have probably stopped all this mess from happening."

My body had just gone completely numb. It felt like there was a weight on my chest, keeping me from breathing. Oh yeah, this was going right where I was afraid it was.

"As I said, two months ago I royally screwed up. One of the girls had a birthday, so we had her a little party with some cake and punch after the shift changed. There was nothing unusual about that, we do it all the time. But it was Friday, and one of them, I don't even know who now, brought in a bottle of vodka. Not only did I not demand they get rid of it, I drank some of it in the punch. He got me in the supply closet somehow. You know how I am when I drink. He fucked me Luke. He fucked me and I let him. I've been doing it with him for two months now and it had to stop. The guilt was just eating me alive. I knew you could tell something was wrong with me. You were going to find out anyway. If I had any chance of saving this marriage I had to come clean and confess my sins to you. I pray you'll forgive me. I still love you and want you and the kids. I ended it with him tonight. He transfers to another restaurant in another city Monday. Now you know."

"Well at least you had the decency to end it and confess it to me, though that's small comfort. It would have been a whole lot more of a damn comfort if you had ended it after the first time, although I still don't know if I'd felt any different. I just don't know how I feel right now is the funny thing. Oh, I'm hurt and pissed off. But on some level I was prepared for this. I knew. I've known for some time now. I just didn't know who or the particulars of it."

I went to the bar and poured myself a stiff belt of bourbon. At that moment, part of me wanted to kill her and the other half wanted to throw her over my knee and spank her, as ludicrous as that sounds.

"Sheila, I'm not going to be able to explore this with you any further tonight. I've got to have some time to think, and before you ask, no I don't have any idea how long. I may be seeing a divorce lawyer by the end of the week. On the other hand we might stay together and get some help to salvage this mess. There are three things keeping me from kickin' your cheatin' ass out that door right now in your nightdress and housecoat. One of them is the fact that you did end this thing and told me about it. The other two are asleep in two of the bedrooms upstairs right now. In the end that might still not be enough to hold this thing together. Needless to say, I'll be on the couch tonight. Has the son of a bitch been in our bed Sheila?"

"Luke I'd never do that to you!" She said with the tears flowing down her face.

"You've been lettin' another man have my pussy for the past two months Sheila!" I hissed in rage, "Pardon the Hell out of me if I question your moral standards for awhile."

Needless to say, there was little sleep that night, despite several tumblers of Kentucky's finest. There were some things that needed ironing out before I could begin to take any course of action, and my mind was twisting all these things around. One thing on the list was off. I knew who, and if I could believe her story he was in the wind and gone. That would, of course, be verified. If he wasn't in the wind, he'd best start getting there real quick. If he was still in this town and I got to him, I'd stomp a mud hole in his young ass and walk it dry.

I guess it need not be said that I was near useless at work. I finally left out a little after one in the afternoon and was soon parked in front of the desk of Barbara Blevins. As beautiful as she was, I hated that sad little smile she gave me when I walked in. It was not meant to be hurtful, I knew, but damned if I wanted any pity right then.

"Well pretty lady, it kinda turns out I wasted my money." I announced with a sigh.

"Let me guess, she came clean?"

"That's about the size of it. It seems like it started at work. According to her, he took advantage of her at work after she had some alcohol. Of course, it took her two months to realize she still had a strange dick in her from time to time."

"Yes, from what we've picked up, they were very discreet." She said, placing a large manila folder and a DVD on top of her desk, "It seems like they were mostly meeting at his apartment. Now this is probably not going to make you feel better, but they've been together relatively few times. They've been together five times, although he's pressed for a lot more than that. She was still reluctant to meet with him, right up until the end, which was last night. On the other hand, she was a willing participant once things got rolling. Yet she chose you and her kids in the end and gave him the wave goodbye. On that note, he is gone. His things were packed and he was headed West right around lunch time."

"I'm assuming that there are pictures and audio and all that." I said, pointing at the envelope and the DVD.

"Yes, and I'm going to implore you, right now. Don't watch the DVD or look at the pictures. You're better off imagining what happened than having it stamped into your brain, never to be erased. Hand them off to your attorney and kick her to the curb, if that's what you're going to do. Or tell her you're going to get even and go out and have a revenge fuck or six. Then put it back together and try to start over. Look, I'm cynical as hell. My team and I see the absolute worst crap you can imagine. You couldn't get me to get married at the end of a sawed off shot gun. But, I'm speaking as a woman here. I believe that she loves you. Her choice kinda proves that, doesn't it? Okay, she fucked up, pardon the pun. Just remember, you're only human yourself. It could have been you falling into temptation."

"Well, it's like I told her last night. She's still holding on by three threads, one thin and two thick. She gets points for confessing and ending it. That's the thin thread. I've got those two kids to consider in this mess too. If this turns into a shitstorm, they're going to get splattered. There are your two thick threads. So all that goes into the mix before I can make a decision."

"Luke, you're a good man and I don't see many I have that opinion of, even if you do a poor job of hiding it when you find a woman attractive." She said laughingly, as I turned deep crimson, "You'll make the right decision on this. You'll land on your feet eventually. Make me one promise."

"Anything." I replied.

"Let me know how things go. Sometimes I take special interest in a client."

I probably don't even need to tell you, but I watched the damned DVD. I listened to her protest to the asshole over and over that what they were doing was wrong and it had to stop. She kept telling him that she loved me and her kids and we were too important to her to lose. Yet several times they had gotten together and she had played the beast with two backs with the asshole. I guess it was like eating the damn potato chip. You just couldn't stop with one.

One blessing in all this mess was that there had only been time for my investigator's team to catch them going at it one time, the night of their break up. I don't know if I could have taken anymore. It was watching that video of them in action that allowed me to see the depth of her betrayal.

Keith was the proverbial brown eyed handsome man. Yet he didn't have a thing I lacked. The bastard wasn't hung to his knees. In fact, I had him beat in both length and girth. Hell, I could even outdo him in staying power, despite the difference in our age. It was my dear wife who was managing to shock the Hell out of me.

First of all, she was in lingerie that would have made a Vegas hooker proud. She was in a black satin bustier with a shelf bra that exposed nearly the entirety of her breasts. Attached to the garters of the bustier was a pair of sheer black seamed nylons. This was a far cry from the silk knee length nightgowns I'd been forced to get by on. Apparently she had some "special playwear" at Keith's apartment. I also noted with burning rage that she'd shaved her pussy for the son of a bitch.


Sometimes Dark Clouds Do Have Silver Linings



The surprises didn't end there. I watched in amazement as nearly everything I'd pleaded for was freely given to this bastard. Hell, they screwed in about ten different positions. He had not just her pussy, but her ass as well. What nearly made me bust a blood vessel was watching the bitch suck his cock like there was no tomorrow. She showed far too much skill at it for this to have been a one time thing, a breakup present if you will. To say I was livid would be the understatement of the century.

The visit to the attorney's office damn sure didn't improve my mood one bit. We were a no fault state, so half of everything would go out the door with her, which would probably include my kids. Now if I'm rid of the cheating wife, I'm rid of her with half my possessions and I'm an every other weekend father. I'm going to be without them on half the holidays as well probably, and of course paying child support for the privilege.

I arrived at home too enraged and heart sick to eat. Supper was two tumblers of Maker's Mark and an aspirin. The wife looked dutifully guilty and tried her best to stay away from me half the time, and hover over me the rest. She had shipped the kids up to her mom's for the evening, so I figured now was as good a time as any to let the wolf out of the cage.

"I got one question for you woman, and the success or failure of this marriage depends on how you answer it. But before I ask the question, let me inform you that I watched everything you and your boy toy did last night, and I do mean everything. Now here's the question. Why did your little buddy get Sheila of the Seven Veils, the fuck of the world, when I can't get so much as a blowjob? Everything I've begged and pleaded for fifteen years, I watched that bastard get in one evening. Logic tells me that the rest of the times you two did the nasty weren't that different. Do you have any clue how watching that shit, on top of the fact that you were fucking another man in the first place, made me feel?"

"I'm so sorry Keith." She sobbed, "I hate that you saw all that. I've always wanted to do those things with you, but I was scared. I was afraid if I really let go and did all those things with you, you'd lose respect for me and think I was some kind of slut! I mean, Terri and I talked about a lot of the things you guys did and I felt like you just lost a lot of respect for her when it ended. With him I didn't give a damn what he thought, because it was only a temporary thing. I just thought, if I was going to do it..."

"Sheila, do you have any clue how stupid that shit sounds? Do you realize that I would have been even closer to you just from the fact that you'd given yourself to me wholly and freely. I would have done the exact same thing for you. There's nothing I wouldn't have done for you in that bedroom. Just think, that was our sex life, the expression of our love for one another, and for fifteen years now you've been reserving so much of yourself from me. It just blows me away. Then some stranger comes along and you give every bit of that to HIM. Now I'm just supposed to forget that betrayal and humiliation and let this marriage go on? I don't fucking think so."

Sheila literally dove to the floor in front of me on her knees, clinging to my legs in a death grip.

"Please Keith, I know I hurt you, betrayed you, and disrespected you. But I do love you! You're the only man on this Earth I've ever loved. I'll do ANYTHING you want. Whatever it takes to prove that I'm sorry and want stay with you and be your wife, then I'll do it. I don't care if you humiliate me, beat me, do anything or ask anything and I'll do it."

It was then that the germ of an idea that Barbara Blevins had given me went off in my head like a light bulb. Of course, I planned a few modifications to the general scenario.

"Sheila, make damn sure you meant what you just said. I'm telling you flat out that in order for me to stay here with you, you're going to be punished. Number two, there are going to be some major changes made in our bedroom activities. Number three, the first step before we get around to dealing with numbers one and two is you are going to the lawyer's office with me tomorrow. Now get upstairs and go to bed. I highly suggest you get your rest for the next few nights. Come Saturday night, you're damn well going to need it. Now get out of my sight and let me try and get some damn sleep."

The next day, in our attorney's office, I watched Sheila, pen in hand, as she scrawled her signature across a legal document. Said document was dutifully snatched up and notarized by the efficient assistant to my attorney and, no doubt, disappeared into some black hole where such documents wind up until when and if they're ever needed again. The document basically gave me the leverage if we divorced. If I canned her ass, she walked with thirty percent, not fifty. There would be no alimony and she would get none of my retirement. I got the house, and I would also get primary custody of the children, with ample visitation rights for her of course. If this didn't play out, she was making a huge gamble. She'd be walking out with thirty percent of the checking and savings, her clothing, car, and personal mementos and that was it. It was sort of a post-nuptial agreement, if you will. I must admit that this act did alleviate some of my distrust and suspicion. She wouldn't have done this if she hadn't meant business.

I spent the rest of the week getting my ducks in a row for Saturday night. Saturday night was important to me because what happened on that night was going to be just what I had told her it would be, a punishment, while at the same time it would allow me to salvage some of my ego. Things surprisingly fell right into line. I had anticipated my best choice scenario would never work and that I would have to fall back on plan two or three. They still would have worked, but plan one would have a Hell of a lot more impact. I was damn near giddy with anticipation, while Sheila was duly apologetic and at the same time apprehensive. Just to further confuse her, I was actually quite affectionate with her, although I refused to go so far as to be intimate with her until the big night arrived.

We began final preparations Friday evening. I took her shopping and bought her a sexy new dress and I even bought her matching shoes. The trip into Victoria's Secret for the required underpinnings had her blushing like a virgin, but I was having a reaction of quite a different sort. Three more steps were taken care of as well. I set up reservations at our favorite restaurant, and purchased two tickets to the local theater for a play Saturday night. Step three was simply insuring we had the house to ourselves on the required evening by shipping the kids off to my parent's for the night.

The beginning of the evening Saturday night had us looking like a couple on their honeymoon. I was all over her, being especially attentive. I showered her with affection, touching, hugging, and kissing her at every turn. The meal was excellent and the drinks flowed. All during the play, she settled her head against my shoulder as I held her hand. She looked stunning, and I could tell by her actions that she was getting fired up. I confirmed my suspicion on the way home when I slid my hand up her thigh. As my fingers brushed past her stocking tops and stroked the surface of her silk thong, she was soaking wet. A soft, delicious moan escaped her lips as I did so. It was time.

I took her directly to the master bedroom, the lights turned low. In no time flat I had her just as I had so often wanted her. She stood before me in a simple black lace garter belt and sheer seamed stockings. Her body was flushed and her breasts were heaving, the nipples pronounced. I can honestly say that in the fifteen years I'd been with her that she had never looked more desirable than she did at that instant. However, now it was make it or break it time. Within the next few hours we would find whether this marriage would survive or fail.

After a deep embrace and a long searching kiss, I grasped her shoulders and turned her body away from me. It was then that she spotted the new piece of furniture in our bedroom. It was nothing fancy, just a slightly modified weight bench. It had been set up so that the arm and leg rests were padded and spread wide, with the back rest only slightly reclined. I led her to it, placed her onto it and then proceeded to restrain her hands and ankles to the padded arms and legs. Two further restraints, one just above each knee, completed her captivity. She was quite helpless and was quite accessible. Of equal importance, she had a completely unencumbered view of the bed. The look on her face was priceless. It was a mixture of lust, fear, and apprehension that had to be seen to be believed.

"Well, Sheila my love, now we get to the truth," I said to her with a smile, "You cheated on me repeatedly, further dishonored me by giving your lover things that you withheld from me, and devastated my peace of mind as I had to not only know these things to be true but watch them happen. Yet you claim that your love for me is still strong. You say that you will do anything it takes to gain my forgiveness and stay in this marriage. I warned you that you would be put sorely to the test, nevertheless, you held to that claim. I, for my part, told you that you would certainly be punished. Well, tonight is the first part of your punishment. You see, we have a visitor arriving any moment. She happens to be someone we both know very well. I've been talking with her this week and filling her in on all the details of your, shall we say, fall from grace. She agreed to help me with your punishment and she should be arriving any moment."

As if on cue, the doorbell rang. With a wink and a smile directed toward my apprehensive bride, I slowly turned and left the room to greet our visitor and my conspirator. I let her into the house and we spent no small amount of time letting Sheila stew as we got comfortable with one another and the situation. After an appropriate pause, we headed up the stairs to have our vengeance.

Sheila's reaction was priceless. First she audibly gasped, and then turned a furious shade of crimson. The sight of her recently divorced cousin Terri after all these years would have been one thing. The sight of her cousin Terri, dressed in nothing but a garter belt and stockings definitely added to the impact of the scene. There might also have been the slight detail that Terri was leaning back into my naked body, wrapped tightly in my embrace, while she playfully stroked my rock hard cock. I, for my part was nuzzling her neck as I played with her full breasts and her well trimmed pussy.

"So Sheila, I hear you've been quite the bad girl." cooed Terri, "Of course, Luke was just heart broken and I felt it was my duty to help him give you some much needed punishment. There's also the fact that I owe you myself, since you pretty much stole Luke from me in the first place. So here's how things are going to go. First, you and I are going to take care of our personal issues. After that's done, then you're going to sit there and watch me turn your husband every way but loose. I might be nice enough to leave him with a little something to give to you after I'm done with him, but I doubt it. He's going to be a very tired man by the time I'm done with him."

Sheila's eyes were as big as saucers as Terri advanced on her, while at the same time shaking her head rapidly from side to side.

"You do remember when we were girls Sheila?" queried Terri in that throaty near whisper that was driving me mad, "You know what I used to love to do to you on those sleepovers. I always got such a thrill out of giving you a good merciless tickling. This one's going to be REALLY fun. You're all tied up and helpless and can't get away. Luke has even planned ahead and hid out some toys for me in the room to make it that much more fun."

"Oh God, don't do this Terri!" pleaded Sheila, as Terri pulled a box out from under the bed. Her eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as Terri pulled out a fluffy white ostrich plume.

Terri was good at this, and it was highly erotic. She began with light strokes of the plume. Wherever they landed the response was the same. She lightly tickled away at Sheila's armpits, her ribs, her stomach, even her breasts. Sheila twisted and pitched, giggling and pleading, but there was no escape. On occasion, Terri would slowly draw the plume across Sheila's exposed vulva, and the sharp intake of breath and the arched back would let me know that, whether she would admit it or not, Terri's torture was turning Sheila on to some degree.

Soon Terri had exchanged the plume for another weapon, her fingernails. Sheila's giggles were outright howls and pleading now. There was no mercy forthcoming however. Terri roamed Sheila's body up and down. She even found places to tickle I would have never considered, such as the juncture of the hip and thigh. It was obvious that Sheila's desperation was growing in intensity as Terri moved downward to her knees and then passed them. This was no surprise to me. I was quite aware that Sheila had extremely ticklish feet. I also suspected that Terri knew that as well, and had some plans to concentrate a good portion of her efforts there.

Sure enough, Terri's fingernails were attacking the tender soles of both Sheila's feet. She also attacked the tops and arches. When she tired of that she went for a new weapon, a hair brush which had rubber tipped bristles. Sheila continued to plead and beg to no avail, that is, when an interruption in her gales of laughter would allow her to do so. After what seemed like an eternity of this, Terri turned to me with an evil grin and reached into the box I had provided her for her final weapon. When she held up the battery operated electric toothbrush and turned on the switch, Sheila went nuts.

"Oh God no, Terri! Anything but that! Anything!"

Her pleas fell on deaf ears as the sexy blonde fell to her task. She was, as I said, skilled at this. The advantages of this particular implement were readily obvious. She was using it to concentrate not only on the sole of the foot, but the ball of the foot just below the toes, and even in between them. Sheila was going wild, but was entirely helpless to do anything to alleviate the attack. All she could do was beg for relief during the brief moments that Terri would pause to let her take a few much needed breaths of air. Finally, Terri seemed to take pity and flipped the switch to the off position.

"Well, I guess that's about enough of that, enjoyable as it was." Terri smiled as she replaced her arsenal back into the box and slid it under the bed, "Now it's time for the really fun part of the evening. All that tickling made me very horny. Now you get to watch while Luke and I see if we can still remember where all those enjoyable spots we used to know are. We might even find a few new ones. I definitely recall one. It involved that nice big hard cock of his in my mouth. That sounds like an excellent place to start. Especially since it's been fifteen years since he's had a good blowjob, you simple bitch. Well tonight my dear cousin he's gonna get a great many things he's had to do without."

Terri crawled into position like a cat placing herself before her bowl of cream and laid in. Her teasing drove me wild as she nibbled, licked, and kissed all along the length of my cock. It felt like the top of my head was going to blow off as her tongue began to slip back and forth around the glans and the top of the shaft. She then lifted herself to a kneeling position and began to slowly take more and more of the length in. With her left hand she lightly slid up and down my shaft, while she tickled my balls with the fingernails of her right. 

I was in paradise. My nerves were tingling and it felt like electricity was flowing through my scrotum. It was at that point that I happened to glance over at Sheila. Tears were streaming down her face, which I guess was to be expected, but there was something else there as well. It was lust, so obvious that it was palpable. Watching her lovely cousin suck my cock was quite obviously turning her on. I was amazed. 

"Well, darling, I have a feeling it's only going to get better from here." I thought wryly, as I felt the rumbling beginnings of an orgasm take hold in my testicles.

After Terri drained me dry, I flipped her onto her back and literally explored every inch of her. I touched, I nibbled, and I kissed. She had two orgasms in quick succession just from me playing with her wet pussy as I sucked happily at her nipples. I licked away at her beautiful bald pussy until it felt like my tongue would fall out, at the same time rubbing away at her G spot with my fingers. We started out in the missionary position, but we weren't there long. I had her on her side, with her leg straight in the air, bent at the knees while I sucked and nibbled at her toes. She rode me cowgirl style, while with one hand I played with her tits and stimulated her clit with the other. I took her doggie style, with her crying out in passion all the while. Finally, I lubed my hard cock up and eased it into her tight little ass. I started slow, but was soon pounding steadily away as I reached around and tickled her clit with my fingers. I lost count of all our orgasms. They had just blended into one long delicious release. This one I knew was going to be memorable though. Between the tightness of her anal canal and the way she was bucking back against me, I felt like my semen was roaring its way out, until I felt it splash the walls of her ass.

After we had collapsed together, we simply held one another and cuddled, waiting for our breathing to return to normal. We soon took things into the bathroom and showered one another tenderly, with the thick towels we dried one another's bodies. I helped her gather her garments and dress, standing in the near darkness of the living room. We agreed that another meeting was likely, after all we had enjoyed ourselves immensely, and the scales were far from balanced.

When I returned to the bedroom Sheila's expression was near wild. Her face was still tear stained, but that fiery mix of jealousy and lust was still there. I felt my cock twitch as I walked toward her.

"Not easy watching someone you love fuck someone else, is it Sheila?"

"Damn your eyes! You didn't fuck her! You made love to her, and you both enjoyed every single second of it."

"Yes we did." I said as I slowly slid my finger through her soaking wet pussy, "But there's another thing I noticed too. You enjoyed it. It turned you on watching me with Terri now didn't it?"

"Oh God, yes!" She moaned, as my finger swirled around her wet slit, "It looked so hot the way she was pleasuring you, and you her. Please Luke, I need some too. I beg you baby, I'll do anything!"

I walked around to the side of the bench where she was still bound helplessly and grabbed a handful of her thick hair.

"Suck my dick Sheila. Get it good and hard and I might just fuck your little wet pussy for you."

She attacked it like a starving woman. It felt wonderful, but this was not the teasing, slow building oral sex that Terri had given me. No, I was merely fucking my wife in the mouth, letting all the rage at her infidelity and betrayal ooze out at the same time. It felt wonderful and made me feel like I had regained the power and masculinity I had lost.

Suddenly, I pulled out of her mouth with an audible plop. I walked down the length of the bench until I was standing between her wide splayed legs. After rubbing the head up and down the slit a few times to tease her, I suddenly plunged in rapidly, in one smooth motion. Again, this was no gentle lovemaking. I was an Alpha Male taking back what was his. I bucked and pounded, giving not a damn whether she enjoyed it or not. As luck would have it, for her anyway, she was so turned on that this was just what she needed at that place in time. In no time at all she was screaming out the first of more than one orgasm. By the time mine arrived, I hardly had anything left to ejaculate, and damn near collapsed. 




Sometimes Dark Clouds Do Have Silver Linings



After releasing her from her bonds, and a mutual cleansing, we stumbled into the bed. I proceeded to drop off into the sleep of the dead, but not before I noticed that Sheila had taken up an interesting position. Instead of her usual spot at her side of the bed, she was right up against me, left arm across my chest and left leg thrown across my waist. It was as if she feared I would be taken from her during the night.

I awoke to a most unusual sensation. My lovely bride was kneeling between my legs lovingly licking and sucking my morning wood. As soon as she noticed I was awake, she gave me a shy grin as if to make sure she had permission to continue, and then she carried on in earnest. When she had managed to bring me off, I rolled her over and made up for the rough and unforgiving battering of the night before. It was a great start to the morning, and it carried on through the weekend. Our lovemaking had changed in a major way. There was no hesitancy on her part any longer. If I wanted to try something, she did not question me, she simply let me have my way. It was the best sex of our marriage. I could not help but think how much better the first fifteen years might have been if things had always been this way.

I was quick to point out to her, however, that things were not back to normal and all was not right and forgiven. Her deception and disrespect had gone on for two months in which she had near driven me to despair. One night of revenge wasn't going to balance things out, and she might as well accept that, and a repeat of Saturday night would be happening on more than one occasion. The look on her face was more than enough to let me know that she accepted the justice of my plans. Like it or not, she had made her bed and she was going to have to lay in it. Consequences follow actions, for good or bad.

Surprisingly enough, one of the first people I called on Monday morning was Barbara Blevins. She surprised me equally as fast by requesting that we meet as soon as possible. I made an appointment to meet her for coffee around lunchtime with a sense of total uncertainty. Did she have something else that I was unaware of that was going to further upset the apple cart? Was my wife running a brothel out of the hotel above her restaurant on her off hours? Was she being visited by a biker gang while I went to work? At any rate, when I arrived Barbara was her usual delicious looking self. Yet there was something different in her air. It was as if she was being deceptive. There was a mystery in the air, but I had a feeling I would soon be made competent.

"Please tell me that this is not bad news." I quipped, as I slid into a chair across from her, "Things are just starting to turn back to the good side, and I'd like to keep it that way."

"Saturday night went very well, and if you'll follow my advice it will get a lot better."

She gazed mysteriously at me over the rim of her coffee cup for a few moments as I digested this last statement.

"Your statement begs a very obvious question Barbara. Just how is it that you know how Saturday night went, good or bad?"

"Okay, I did something I've never done before. I told you that I was personally interested in this case. So when my team and I removed the surveillance equipment from your home, I left one camera and a recorder in place in your master bedroom. I didn't watch the events of the entire weekend, but I was "on hand" for the little show Saturday night. It was both entertaining and quite enlightening, to say the least."

I sat there, shocked and blushing furiously, as the import of what she had just told me filtered in through my thick skull.

"Oh, stop your damn blushing! Look, you know as well as I do that there was an instant spark between us. It took everything you had to keep from bending me over my desk and fucking the shit out of me thirty seconds after you walked in my office that first day. And that's when you were all torn up and depressed about your wife being unfaithful no less. I'm just as drawn to you. This doesn't happen to me often. Like I said, I don't see a very good side of men in general, as a rule they're total shits. You've done a number on me Luke and I'm making some bad decisions because of it. Now you can file a complaint, sue me, or we can put this to work to the benefit of myself, you, and your wife."

"Just where does Sheila fit into all this?" I couldn't help but ask.

"Like I said, I saw everything Saturday. When she saw you with the little blonde, she was jealous as Hell, but it turned her on like crazy too. She loved the part where she was restrained and tickled as well. It's as obvious as can be Luke. She's got a submissive streak a mile wide. She's probably not even aware of it. With the proper guidance though, that woman can be made as hot as ten dollar pistol. Maybe subconsciously that's why she's repressed her sexuality so much through the years. It's time to let all that loose."

"What exactly do you have in mind?"

"Saturday night your little blonde friend needs to find an alternate way to spend her evening. A few other things are going to happen differently as well. I'll be in touch with you, and at some point I'll have to talk to Sheila about Saturday night. Her life is going to very radically change. I want you to give her one command. When I call her, she is to follow my commands to the letter. If she deviates from what I tell her to do in any fashion, she might as well pack her trash and be gone. Harden your heart and be firm on this. I guarantee you won't regret it. Oh, and Luke, I'm going to make what that little blonde did to you pale in comparison. Just leave the camera in place. I won't be watching you two this week, but we'll definitely want to record what happens Saturday night."

The call from Barbara to Sheila came on Thursday night. As per Barbara's request, I had laid down the simple ground rules that her wishes were to be treated as commands. No deviation would be tolerated in the slightest. If Sheila could not live with Barbara's commands, she had the option of packing up and moving on. Sheila could comply and stay, or she could leave and Barbara would be here anyway. Basically, the only choice Sheila had in the entire matter was whether or not she would be a participant with Barbara and me, and the only way to exercise that choice was to follow Barbara's every command without question or hesitation.

Once again, the children were out of the picture for the night. It would seem that rather than going out, we would be having Barbara as a guest for dinner. Strangely enough, Sheila ate early, and hustled upstairs to prepare herself as dinner finished cooking.

I came down in my best black suit and found the table in the dining room set with the fine china, with places for two. It was then that Sheila appeared with the main dish in a silver covered tray. To say I was stunned would be an understatement. Sheila was wearing stiletto heels, black nylons and a garter belt, and a starched and ironed white apron. Before I could even register the astonishment at this sight, the doorbell rang, and Sheila hustled off to answer the door.

Sheila opened the door, head bowed low, with a quiet, "Good evening Mistress, come in please."

Barbara Blevins stepped into the house and handed Sheila her wrap. It took a moment for my heart to start beating again. She was dressed all in black, from her tight cocktail dress, her stockings, and her heels. Her thick, luxuriant hair was pinned up, and I could not decide which part of her should get the most of my attention, that long sweep of exposed neck or her sparkling crystal eyes. Of course, those long shapely legs cried out for their share of attention as well. Her makeup was very lightly applied, but I quickly determined that her lipstick had a definite strawberry essence. Her cologne was a heady fragrance, to say the least.

Dinner was an odd affair. We enjoyed the meal, we had great conversation, and there was no shortage of sexual chemistry and innuendo either. Sheila was basically furniture during the entire event. She carried, she cleared, and she mostly hovered in the background in case she was needed. On the two occasions when Barbara did bother to so much as acknowledge her presence, she was referred to as "Slut."

We retired into the den for a drink after the meal, and again Sheila put in her appearance after the dishes had been cleared and the kitchen cleaned. Here is where the normality of the evening left the rails very quickly. Barbara was seated next to me, with my arm around her. She, for her part, was not very discreetly rubbing her fingers along the length of my rapidly hardening cock. Again, I was enjoying that strawberry flavored lipstick as well.

"These heels are quite uncomfortable Slut." She said as she looked at Sheila with an icy stare, "Get on your knees, remove them and massage my feet. I suggest you do a very good job at it, or your punishment will be both swift and certain."

Sheila, to my amazement did not so much as hesitate, but did exactly as she was told, lovingly rubbing the length and breadth of each foot and each individual toe. To my surprise, I could tell that this was exciting her. Her nipples were distended and her breathing was becoming ragged, if you listened close enough to tell. Of course, I suspect that Barbara was enjoying the power she was exerting over my wife as well.

"Do you find my feet pretty Slut?"

"Yes Mistress, they're very beautiful and soft. They're very sexy"

"Then I will permit you to worship them you little bitch. I want them kissed and licked all over. You'd better not miss a centimeter. While you enjoy my feet, I'll pass my time enjoying myself by playing with Luke's nice, large cock. He's wanted to share it with me for some time now, and it looks like tonight will be the night. I'm so going to enjoy showing him what making love with a real woman is like."

"Yes, Mistress."

Again, to my utter amazement, Sheila did exactly as she was told. Barbara gave me an "I told you so" look as we cuddled and kissed, while Sheila nibbled and kissed away. It was amazing watching her tongue slip along the sole of Barbara's nylon covered soles.

"Don't worry." Barbara whispered in my ear, "We're just getting started. Before the night is out, I'll guarantee you, she'll have the greatest sex of her life. You're going to see her gladly doing things you never thought she'd do at gunpoint."

In due course, we climbed the stairs to the bedroom. Sheila was ordered to remove her apron which she dutifully did. It was at this point that Barbara began lashing her to the bench beside the bed. Again, I could observe the look that held that mixture of lust and apprehension in her eyes.

"Luke would you undress me please?" Barbara sweetly asked, "You may leave on my stockings and garter belt since I know that pleases you."

"As for you, Slut, you are now going to be taught a lesson. I gave you a simple instruction. You were told to worship my feet and not to miss a spot while you did so. Unfortunately, you did miss several spots and will now be punished. Luke, I'm going to need that box from under the bed. There's also a small velvet bag in my purse and a small bottle of lube. Would you get that for me as well please?"

The contents of the box were no mystery, but the bag was another matter. It turned out to be an object that looked a great deal like an egg with a wire protruding from it. Barbara covered it with a small amount of lube and without ceremony slipped it into Sheila's already wet pussy. With the flip of a switch, I heard a faint buzz begin. Then out came the ostrich plume.

In moments I could see that Terri was a rank amateur compared to Barbara, her skill was on a completely different level. Then there was the added dimension of the vibrator buzzing away inside Sheila. At key points, Barbara would speed it up or slow it down. It was obvious that she was bringing Sheila to the edge of orgasm, and then backing her off. It must have been terrifically frustrating for Sheila, enduring that tickling and the vaginal stimulation at the same time. On top of the whole experience was the simple visual tableau. My wife was a sexy woman, of that there was no doubt, even at her age and after bearing two children. Barbara was a stunner, outright. Her body looked like it could have been carved from marble. There was not a visible flaw. The sight of these two interacting, one completely dominant was almost more than I could handle.

"Have you had enough yet Slut?" Barbara's voice taunted, "I can keep this up all night long."

"Please Mistress, I'll do anything you ask!" pleaded Sheila.

"Well, we'll just see about that Slut. Do you like my breasts?"

"Yes Mistress, they're very lovely."

"They're much nicer than yours aren't they Slut?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Well then Slut, I want my tits sucked and I want them sucked well. If you do a half-assed job, I'll tickle you worse than I have already. I'll take away the vibrator too."

Without a second's hesitation, Sheila began absolutely worshiping those lovely orbs. Hell, I was jealous frankly, as I would have liked to apply for the job. Again, I could hear the alternating buzz of the vibrator nestled inside Sheila's canal. After this had gone on for awhile, Barbara rose up and placed two chairs at the head of the bench, one on each side. She placed her knees in one on each side and lowered her groin downward.

"Now Slut, since you suck tit so good, we'll see how good you do at licking pussy, and I know you want to lick it for me. Again, don't mess around here. You've got an advantage. You know how you like to have yours licked so the same technique will likely work on mine. I'll guide you as needed. You'd better make me cum or you'll be sorry. I haven't even started tickling your right foot yet, so you better get this right the first time."

Judging from Barbara's reactions, Sheila must have been a natural. Barbara was playing with her nipples and rocking her slit back and forth over Sheila's tongue which I could see frantically working away from my vantage point on the bed. It wasn't long and Barbara erupted.

"Right there...yes there...don't you dare stop! Ah God, yes..."

Suddenly Barbara collapsed into the left hand chair and leaned back, looking at the ceiling.

"You did a wonderful job, my little Slut. Now, while I cool down a bit we need to talk. You see, this whole thing is on film. That means you are now my own personal little Slut. If I call you and tell you to come to my office at lunchtime, your pretty little ass had better be naked and on your knees in front of my chair at noon. You'll do what I say, when I say it. You'll worship my feet, suck my tits, eat my pussy, and if I'm in the mood I might just strap on a dildo and fuck you good. That man in your bed, he's wearing your ring, and he's given you his last name, but he's mine now too. So if I choose to swing by his office and let him fuck me on his desk, or if I choose to suck his cock, you'll have not a damn thing to say about it. I will be nice enough to give him permission to share his dick with you when I'm not using it. I hope it isn't a problem with you, but I'm about to do just that.

My God, if the woman could fuck any better she would have killed me. Again, she made Terri look like a rank amateur. For a woman with such a low opinion of men in general, she damn sure knew how to operate one. Her oral skills were superb, and even the touch of her fingers seemed to leave a tingle in their wake. Her body was incredibly responsive, like a finely tuned sports car. It seemed that anything I touched or kissed elicited a response that was favorable. Sheila had already warmed up her breasts and pussy, but damned if I was going to pass them up. It didn't matter; she liked it just as good the next time around. By the time I slid my hard cock in her she was soaking wet and it felt heavenly. She was tight, but not uncomfortably so, and the moaning and cooing in my ear as I slid in and out of her only served to heighten my desire even further. We moved from position to position flawlessly as if our movements were choreographed, and even our climaxes seemed to arrive within seconds of each other.

Again, we showered and dried one another, but there was one change this evening. Before Barbara left, she had one last conversation with Sheila.

"I want you to know one thing Slut. It was I who caught you cheating, and I'll be watching you from now on. If you ever hurt this man again, there will be no second chance. He'll be mine, and mine alone, and you won't even get to share him with me. That doesn't stop, by the way. After, what, five times the slate should be clean right? Well, that's not going to happen. You're going to be my Slut and that's going to be my cock until I decide otherwise. Maybe that's not fair, but then, you're the one that cheated, Slut. Remember, this whole thing was recorded. How would you like for your friends and family to watch you absolutely enjoy being my little Bitch? In other words, Slut, your ass is mine."

By the time I got Barbara out of the house and turned Sheila loose, she damned near raped me. I've never seen her so fired up. We fucked like bunnies all weekend. I was almost happy to go to work on Monday morning just to get away from her. Soon life settled down, and things were almost back to normal, and yes, we're together still.

So yes, my wife cheated on me. Yes, it was devastating and heartbreaking. I think, in the end, I came out far ahead, although I'd readily admit that mine is far from the usual situation. Sheila holds nothing back anymore and there's nothing she won't try. We've managed to do some pretty wild things like flashing and semi-public sex. She seems more fulfilled and happy than she's ever been. Barbara is still very much a part of our life as well. Sheila sees her at least twice a week, as do I, and it's after those meetings that we have some of our best sex. It turns her on incredibly to be Barbara's submissive and on a couple notable occasions, Terri has joined us on a Saturday night as well. The sight of those two working Sheila over is just about more than my heart can stand. Those are what I call "Viagra nights" since I'm not eighteen anymore, but I can proudly take care of the three of them, although it takes me a day or two to recover.

So yes, I suppose the old saying is true. There are dark clouds in life, but every now and then you manage to find one with a silver lining. Thank God, I did.