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The Epiphanous Spouses Pt. 01

By: Mainefiddleheads



This story is provided from a husband's perspective and certainly does not reflect the mundane experiences of my own journey through the joys and travails of marriage. It could be classed as something other than a Loving Wives tale but I think it fits the genre reasonably so. It is not a tale of an unwitting cuckold or a recollection of burning the dastardly bitch although there is cuckoldry and a bitch or two represented. It is rather long and being presented in multiple parts over a few days of submissions. It is also fiction and not a recount of any real life experiences in my life or in anybody else's life that I know of. I have taken literary liberties with certain aspects of the tale so if there are those who declare "Ayah, there is no way that could have happened like that!" well, perhaps you are right.

I am going to leave anonymous commenting open for now but will probably delete those comments that are not constructive and adding to any fruitful discussion. The story developed via character arching and was written free form i.e. without plot outlining and I have not submitted it to a peer editor.

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Part I

"Sometimes you just have to trust in the kindness of strangers."

That's what he said to me when we parted. Of course, we were no longer strangers having been united by the comradery of those who serve together. I had saved his brother's life many years ago. There was no medal or acknowledgement other than the satisfaction of saving a fellow from a certain death knowing he would have done the same for me if the circumstances were reversed.

He turned his shoulder and said "David, it's already done so no turning back."

I merely nodded and climbed into my truck, dropping the window down to watch him climb back into his little foreign chariot and we parted company on that deserted lane. I pointed myself toward home or what I could call of it now. It still had walls and a roof and comfortable furniture. There were still pictures of the kids who had recently gone off to college. Of course, just as importantly, there was my wife of 25 years, Marylyn.

She had aged well over the years just as I had. Both of us were fitness buffs and loved the great outdoors. Our diets were fresh and our interests were active. We looked, for a word, quintessential. That is not the word of a braggart in this case. We just made every effort to live active lives and take care of ourselves over the years. Both of us were 45 years old, trim, lacking grey hair and with active and healthy libidos.

I pulled into the yard and everything still seemed as it were earlier. Roses were in bloom, the grass was freshly mowed and the neighbors were happy. They were always happy, she more so than he. I think she strays on the side. Call it practical experience. Marylyn was like that, all happy, exuberant, and excitable, except recently as in the last 6 months or so. Don't take that the wrong way. She has always been a happy personality. That's why I married her or at least that is one of the reasons. That is why I have decided to stay married to her, because I know who she is at heart or at least I thought I did.

Her exuberance seemed to shift those 6 months or so ago when she began her dalliance with a Mr. Roger Morgan, of the Morgan Bankers family. Marylyn had been rather hastily promoted into the executive administers role working directly for Mr. Morgan shortly after she moved onto the executive floor. She acted surprised at the quickness of the promotion and I suppose I paid little attention at first. Then the meetings interfered with several of our outings. The dinners excluded the spouses. There were the occasional weekend trips into the offices. After a couple months, Marylyn began accompanying Mr. Morgan on short overnight trips. I suppose the worse evidence of all was the myriad of photographs and streaming video recordings gathered by the investigators I hired after the first month.

There is something about cheaters that almost all observers note. They never think they are going to get caught so they let their guard down or never raise it in the first place. In this case, the ramparts lay unassembled from the very beginning. All that was needed to observe the adultery was to lift the lids of one's trusting eyes. For my dear Marylyn, her breach was observable to anybody who wished to look her happy way.

Mr. Morgan and my wife appeared to have an odd dominant/submissive relationship. They were completely professional and appropriate together in public however, let the drapes be drawn and his brutish nature prevailed and her compliant personality was revealed. He took her with force. She submitted to it without question and from all appearances, their sexual relationship was always centered on his taking her married vagina with his rather large phallus. There was almost never any foreplay and if there was, it was for his pleasure. She would suck his cock or try to at the least but it almost always came down to her opening herself for him as wide as she could, in the same position, and being taken hard. The sex lasted little more than 10-15 minutes each time. 

I found it hard to comprehend. Our sexual life was one rich with foreplay, tasting, teasing and bringing each other to a place of sheer joy. Well, that was the case until six months or so. Her interest dropped off a bit and over a period of 2 or 3 months had diminished to just once a week for a rather bland missionary fuck. By that time, I already knew with the evidence I had as to the real cause for concern.

So we continued and my investigators continued. The conversations between Mr. Morgan and my wife revealed a very manipulative man and a woman who for whatever reasons succumbed to that manipulation. It struck me as completely out of character for her. Something seemed strange about that. I could not see Morgan leaving his wife and giving up so much for what he was getting so that could not be it. I couldn't fathom why she would give up what we had for what he offered. While he might have the Morgan name, the far greater wealth in that family was from his wife. He was a rather well compensated employee of what was a privately held company with the Morgan family wealth distributed between 6 brothers and 2 sisters. As banks go, it was a medium size operation and not a colossus. Mrs. Morgan see Stanhope, on the other hand, was worth many millions, much of it in family trusts. I knew this because I work for Mrs. Morgan's father as one of his senior financial advisors. No, Mr. Morgan was playing a game with Mrs. Marylyn Stone, one that she could not hope to win. On the other hand, this was a game I had the patience for.

Mrs. Morgan and I went to high school together many years ago. She was a couple grades ahead of me so we didn't have any kind of relationship but our interactions were pleasant and she always seemed eager to chat. I might not have had any girlfriend relationship but I certainly spent more than a few times with Sister Palm and her five sisters imagining how such a relationship might go. Since working for Mr. Stanhope, we had interacted a considerable amount over the years although I tried to keep our discussions professional and with no hint of impropriety.

Marylyn began transferring funds to her own account. Not large amounts at any one time, just enough to modestly grow her balance. She had consulted a local attorney and apparently had planned to proceed with Mr. Morgan's advice. I didn't know how much of this was due to Morgan's influence or her willful desire to divorce me. That depends on how much dominant control Morgan had on Marylyn. None of that mattered to me, of course. Our real finances were already well protected and beyond any tangible interference of the paramour. Through it all, Marylyn continued as if nothing was amiss. Our dinners were always pleasant and cheerful. Her dress was always neat and attractive. There was no outward clue she was being led down a path of marital upheaval.

That is the odd thing. It was as if there was a train locomotive coming right at her and her pleasantries were a screen blocking her from the reality of her moribund station. Surely she must know the wreckage that waits at the next turn? The investigators reports continued and their plans began to take shape. She would have me served one evening unawares and depart for an apartment arranged by Mr. Morgan, taking leave of our 25 years of wedded bliss. None of it made any sense based on my observations of their times together. I suspected something sinister but I had nothing to help tell me what was really going on.

I watched one of the new videos one evening a couple weeks ago. She was stripped naked and standing before him. Marylyn has the perfect lithe body, toned from years of exercise yet here she was presenting herself to what was comparably a fat oaf. He was a fat oaf with a fat large cock protruding from beneath his fat belly. Were these not serious matters, laughter would have been an appropriate response. I watched as he slapped her face and forced her to her knees where he roughly inserted his fingers into her opened mouth. Another hand groped and twisted the tender nipples that I had caressed for so many years. He abused them bringing pain to her face. I didn't understand this but at this point, for now, I did not need to. Forcing her to her knees, he sodomized her mouth for a couple of minutes. When finished with that, he waved her to the bed where she opened herself obscenely and he mounted her savagely. When he was done spilling his seed deep inside her, he dismounted. It was a mechanical performance mostly, lasting no more than 10 minutes. She scurried to the bathroom and came out wearing panties and a bra. Minutes later she left for what was probably her office.

For me, the question to explore, once everything falls into place, is how did Marylyn find herself in such a foreign circumstance? I would have to ask her that question when convenient. Now was not the time.

Marylyn continued making her moderate withdrawals to her "secret account" and I continued monitoring her. One odd thing I did notice while working with Mrs. Morgan's father was how little respect both he and Mrs. Morgan seemed to have for Roger Morgan. The elder Mr. Stanhope had no regard for the man when he talked of him and Mrs. Morgan just berated him whenever his name was mentioned. Apparently, the marriage was not especially on sure footing

In the meantime, Marylyn continued her daily routine. Mr. Morgan continued to fuck her brutally and I bade my time until the anointed witching hour. The day of that hour was to be the coming Friday. It is a wonderful thing for an investigator to have a friend in an opposing legal office. It makes matters so much more manageable. For all concerned, I was just the happy, contented cuckold waiting for his slaughter at the legal trough.

I should add that initially I was not so patient and understanding nor was any plan to proceed evident in any of my thinking. In fact, I could have been easily convinced to kill both of them and be done with the matter. This whole thing was shocking. To be truthful, something in me snapped and I had an epiphany of sorts. My concept of marriage shifted to that of an obligation to be preserved in spite of the unfaithfulness. To understand that, you have to know my concept of marriage. It is always for better or for worse and when worse strikes, a way has to be made for it to continue. That's what I did.

"David, good morning. I trust all is well with you."

His voice brought back old memories, mostly good.

"I am doing well John. I'm certain you are as well. I talked with Stephen yesterday and it appears they love the new house."

We exchanged pleasantries for a few moments. Stephen and I served together during the Kosovo air command mission in 1999 based out of Italy. He was a pilot and I was his navigator. Without going into the details, I pulled his unconscious body out of the Mediterranean after a not so fortunate joy ride over Albania and he has been overly grateful ever since, not that I minded. His wife Cindy is a marvelous cook and we make excuses to visit them in sunny California when we can.

John is Stephen's older brother and somewhat of an odd character although as nice a man as one could ever know. He is retired from the Navy now after 30 years and is one of those kind of men who never really want to talk much about their career. We never really knew what he did. He was just gone a lot. In any event, we never pushed him and were content to enjoy his company when he was around.

Shortly after I discovered Marylyn's peccadillos I confided my troubles with Stephen. If any man would understand, it was he. Cindy is his second wife. The first was a real live blood sucking Dracula of a bitch. She humiliatingly cuckolded Stephen and nearly ruined him financially. The paramour was an old family friend and by the time it was over, the family blood was everywhere. It was an absolutely brutal divorce and a public spectacle of the nth degree. Two years later, the couple was found at the bottom of a ravine along California's coastal highway. Both Stephen and John went to the funeral and sat in the parking lot toasting shots to the unfortunate beloveds until Sheriff's Deputies encouraged them to move along.

Upon learning the particulars of my troubles, Stephen was quiet for a long time before proceeding.

"So David, given your views on marriage and divorce, I don't see you letting this outside bastard take her from you and since you can't legally stop her from leaving, the choices are somewhat narrowed, yes?'

"My friend, you are, as usual, right about that. I have always taken my vows seriously and of course, you know my view on divorce. The problem, as I see it, is how to remove the fucker from my life and do it in such a way that she knows beyond any doubt, any fucking doubt, that leaving me is never an option for her, not in this manner anyway. Now, to be honest with myself, I'm not going to kill her or hurt her or even force her to stay. I have been in love with the woman for 25 years and I know beyond any doubt she still loves me too. As I've explained, the god damn kinky fuck she is into has plucked her right out of reality."

Stephen tipped his beer up and finished it. His lips turned up into one of his famous grins and he placed his hands on my shoulders. OK, he was problem solving.

"David, do you trust me?"

I nodded.

"Good, then we're going to save your fucking life. I need to talk with John first but if you will trust us with the details, we going to make this OK."

I nodded again, not knowing what in the world he had in mind but I trusted him. We were closer than brothers. Marylyn and I had traveled to visit with Stephen and Cindy over the weekend so the women were minding the culinary quarters as we tended to the beer and spirits. All other things aside, it was an enjoyable weekend and after a couple further discussions with Stephen, we parted company being none the wiser regarding what he had in mind. It didn't matter. If Stephen told me he would handle something, I knew without doubt he would and would have my interests at heart. I never let myself forget that over the coming months and that comfort steadied me for what I knew would be the great ruin of my marriage as well as its rebirth.

So now, we approach my witching hour. On Monday, I received a call from John to meet with him at a park along the river. We discussed the timing of Marylyn's divorce filings. When not traveling, they were getting together at an apartment Morgan had rented not far from his offices. It was to be her new home when she consummated her break from reality. John merely absorbed it all, smiled softly and told me we would meet again Friday afternoon after Marylyn and Morgan concluded another of their perverse copulations. It would be prior to her having me served that evening in our home.

To say this was becoming bizarre would be understating it. I was becoming further detached with each day of the week. Wednesday brought a completely unexpected event.

"Good day, Mr. Stone. This is Sarah Stanhope. How are you doing this morning?"

OK, that call was unexpected. I never addressed her as Sarah nor did I know she used her maiden name. I paused for a moment and then replied.

"Ma'am' I am doing fine. What can I do for you?"

"Well, first you can stop with the ma'am business, David. I think I was only 2 or 3 years ahead of you in school. You should call me Sarah, OK? That is what you used to call me those years ago."

"Ok. Sarah it is. What can I do for you, Sarah?"

"Good, right to the point. Can you break away today to meet me for lunch at Daddy's place? "

When the boss's daughter wants lunch at the boss's place, the answer is expected.

"Of course I can, Sarah. What is the occasion?"

"We have some personal business, David, something the two of us can discuss when you arrive."

"OK, I will arrive at Noon."

"Wonderful. I will see you then. Goodbye, David."

Her husband was fucking my wife and I worked for her father and now I am having lunch with her to discuss personal business. Perhaps she needs her portfolio realigned. When I arrived at the Stanhope residence, I parked off to the side next to the carriage house as I usually did. This time I walked to the front of the house and rang the bell. Elizabeth, one of Mr. Stanhope's personal assistants, answered the door and ushered me to the veranda where Mrs. Morgan, Sarah Stanhope now, was seated and waiting. She was always an attractive woman, full figured with just a few soft pounds to augment her femininity. The pale yellow dress she wore openly displayed those breasts and her cleavage, accented by a single strand of white pearls. She was a picture of feminine money. For the life of me I could not figure out why any man would abandon such a woman but then my own wife was abandoning me for a brute. She rose from her seat with a huge smile and hugged me.

"David, I am so happy you could come today. Come and take a seat here. Elizabeth will see that we are served shortly. So David, How are you and Daddy doing with the Landskill developments?"

Landskill was a condo development along the river that Mr. Stanhope had invested in a couple years ago and we just broke ground on it three months back. I could not fathom that Sarah had me out here to discuss that.

"It is going well. We have started the pouring already and I think the contractors told us we are running about a month ahead of schedule at this point."

She looked down at her lap and turned her eyes up to mine and whispered 

"You know about it, David, right?"

I peered back trying to take the next step in the conversation but couldn't. She continued.

"I'm certain you know about him, David. Our people discovered a couple of other investigators who were monitoring their activities. I can only assume you know and if per chance you do not, I will certainly confide in you."

I nodded.

"Good, or as the circumstances might indicate, not so well. The miserable shit for brains has been fucking her for months now. I should say, using her because for the life of me I cannot understand why anybody would consider what he does a good fuck!"

She glanced down and then peered up with considerable more fire in her eyes. I raised my hand and interjected.

"Sarah, if you know this much, then my own investigators were not as discreet as they should have been and I shall have to have a discussion with them. In any event, yes, I have known for some time and in fact I suspect she is ready to leave me."

"David, I wanted to share something with you."

She pushed a small laptop toward me and started a video. When it started, it showed Roger Morgan leaving the apartment with the door closing behind him. Marylyn was lying on the bed in her usual position and I could see his seed leaking from her used cunt. My anger started to rise seeing this in the presence of another. Then I watched as she sat up and began softly weeping. In earlier videos she had always left first and always composed. This was different. I watched as she rose and retrieved her phone from her purse which was sitting right next to where a camera had been placed to capture the scene. It was a different view than those we had. It was at bed height behind a side table on the wall. Her abused pussy and then her ass filled the screen as she retrieved her phone before returning to the bed. Sitting down, she punched a number.


The Epiphanous Spouses Pt. 01



"Hello, Susan ... I know, I know .. I don't know how much longer I can keep up my fucking good cheer.

No, he doesn't know. David can't know and I will never tell him. I love him too much.

You know why. ... it's killing me

If it was under different circumstances, I'd tell him to fuck off and never look back.

Yes, I know .. Of course I should not have done it but I did and now I'm forced to take this action.

Susan you just don't know or I guess you do understand. He's big. He's forceful and he doesn't ask me. He just takes it. I have to give in to him.

Yes .. Yes, you know I do ... but this is best. If he finds out he will divorce me anyway.

Yes, he will. You don't know David. He won't tolerate this. I should have put a stop to it from the beginning but I didn't. I can't hold onto him and keep this up.

No... NO ... Other than what he does to me, I can't stand him. There is no way.

Susan... Susan, listen to me. The only way I can protect David is to leave him before he finds out. Oh my god, what have I turned into?"

The answer to that was apparent to me. She was a cheating fucking whore for an ugly prick.

After a long discussion on the other end of the line, Marylyn said goodbye and closed her phone. She sat on the bed weeping for several minutes before she rose to the bathroom and left the apartment a few minutes later. I looked over at Sarah and asked her what her impressions were.

"Susan is a friend from her office. Roger was fucking Susan before her husband divorced her and totally fucked her life up. I think she is trying to help your wife make better choices in her life but David, Roger is a manipulative bastard. I wouldn't put it past him to have drugged her or gotten her piss drunk and raped her. But from what I can tell, he has some kind of hold on her, either pictures or video or something. Maybe she is just plain addicted to his kind of fuck. For the life of me I can't understand that. I haven't fucked him for some time now and won't.

Now, another thing we discovered is that she is planning on leaving you as you already know even though she clearly loves you. I just don't get that but whatever the case, we think she is planning to do it pretty quick and Roger seems to be the motivating force behind it. My question to you is what your plans are?"

For a moment I thought about revealing my intention to stay married to Marylyn but I realized that until I talk with John on Friday, I was not sure how I was going to do that.

"Sarah, I love my wife, always have and probably always will regardless of what she has done. I can't turn that off. However, I also can't force her to stay. If she leaves and insists on a divorce, then I will be a single man again after 25 years. That isn't what I want obviously, but I'm not a man who is going to be willingly cuckolded. I am just not made that way."

We had been together for about 30 minutes at that point and Sarah waved lunch over. It was odd. The conversation immediately shifted to college football and we pitched our rivalries at each other while enjoying the culinary delights of the well to do. Finishing over a glass of wine, Sarah continued the previous discussion.

"David, I'll share something with you about my marriage and where Sarah Stanhope is with all this."

She paused for a moment, chugged down the remainder of her wine and poured us each another glass.

"You might not make it back to work today because I have another bottle just like this over there" gesturing toward the wet bar against the patio wall.

"Given where I am and who I work for, I'm guessing you have that covered already."

She smiled and slipped back into her chair, crossing those tanned legs and toying with her pearls. The thought immediately came to mind that Mrs. Morgan or Stanhope I suppose was toying with me, flirting at least. I had spent the last few months trying to stay sane in the midst of numerous temptations. I had even started out to get uproariously laid with another woman who had expressed a lot of interest in such sports but in the end, I put it off. I really did take my vows seriously, at least until I was an officially separated man. So, sitting here with this obviously flirting and sexually attractive woman was testing my resolve. Besides, she was the wife of my nemesis. How unlikely would that be?

"So, where were we? Oh, yes, my marriage and I. Well, it was a dark and stormy night. Really, it was. That is when Roger Morgan, the sure cocksman, seduced me and took the only daughter of Harry Stanhope right in her mother's own bed. He was smooth as butter and I was so ignorant of men and sex. He wasn't the first, but he was the first man. The others had been a couple of boys and I was only 18. David, you've seen him. He's hung like a horse and he likes being in control so I surrendered to him. That first time, he didn't hurt me or force himself or anything. He was just a domineering man 10 years older than me and I was smitten. I mean, when he was finished, he rolled over and lit a fucking cigarette in my mother's bed! He made me his bitch and I was impressed but hell, I didn't know any better.

So we dated for a year and finally he insisted we get married. Well, Daddy was fucking furious that Roger didn't come to him first and I guess he took his anger out in the form of an iron clad prenuptial agreement. I mean it is rock solid and totally screws Roger if he divorces me for any reason whatsoever. He leaves only with what he came with which at that time was almost nothing however if I divorce him, he goes with 33% of all of it. That was Daddy's revenge on me I guess. OK, I could go with that back then. This was before Mommy died and left me two thirds of her estate. 

Now the numbers have changed. We or I should say you and Daddy have tripled it over the past ten years. Now, there is no way I'm going to let that prick walk away with that much money. That means for the last ten years he has been working hard at getting me to finally divorce him and send him away fat, rich and happy. A big part of that plan is what he is doing with your wife. He has no intention of marrying her. Fuck no and she would be the biggest stupid fool in the world if she ever did. Anyway, we already know she doesn't love him. She just loves his cock, like I did years ago. Although I think it's the hardcore domination that scratches her itch as much. 

Now, the thing about Roger is he feels privileged to bed other women, mostly married women, yet doesn't seem it right to afford me the same privilege. Not that it matters, I don't consult Roger for anything other than if he is going to be here for dinner and that is a courtesy for the chef and not I. My private and personal life is none of his business. Isn't that the quintessential marriage of sorts?"

Sarah threw back a throaty laugh, the wine having its intended effect, and continued.

"So you see, David, none of what Roger is doing furthers his cause." I interrupted at this point.

"Wait a minute. I am missing something here. Why doesn't he just leave you? He has some of his own family's wealth, does he not?"

"David, my sweet David, your interloper has next to nothing in his name. It is all tied up in Morgan Banking, nearly every last bit of it. I think he gets a small stipend that would pay for an apartment somewhere along with his annual salary of course."

She leaned over toward me, licked her pink lips and shared her secret.

"But the dirty little truth, David, is that Morgan Banking is close to being sold for enough to settle its liabilities. It isn't totally busted but what is left will have to be shared among Roger's siblings. He might pocket at most $100K.

Where does that leave me? Well, I will have a financially destitute husband who couldn't afford a lawyer to initiate a divorce if he wanted to and would leave with nothing if he did. Of course, I'm left with Roger. Your wife, if she divorces you, is left with a likely unemployed snake in the grass that can't make the rent on the apartment she is moving into. Since the sale of Morgan Banking would close its home office, she is likely to be unemployed as well. All in all, David, it's a scorched earth result. 

That still comes back to me and what I am interested in so I'll lay my cards out here."

She reached over, her breasts coming into full view, and refilled our glasses. We were both very much buzzed but our discussion was clearly not over. I patiently waited for her to continue.

"Here are the meat and potatoes, David. Stanhope-Bishop is going to close on Morgan Friday afternoon at 1PM. Roger is not involved. In fact none of the siblings are. This is being kept away from them by their father and the FDIC. Otherwise, the bank would collapse; the FDIC would step in and have a mess to clean up. By 3PM, Roger will be worth nothing, the announcement will be made after closing on Friday and on Monday, Stanhope-Bishop will walk in to consolidate holdings and begin closing operations."

I swirled the wine in my glass and pondered my next question or in this case, a request. I almost didn't but I thought of John and what if she knew that something was afloat. Hell, even I didn't know for sure what it was. However, this revealing discussion, hell, the whole lunch and its aftermath, just notched the storm in my life several levels. I could not avoid it. I looked at her. She was an imbibed sex goddess and she knew it.

"Sarah, I need to ask something of you and given what you have told me, I'm afraid you will not do it."

"David, if I can I will. You only have to ask. It doesn't mean it comes with no strings but by all means ask."

Her fingers played with the pearls. I threw caution to the wind.

"Can you pull your people off David on Friday? No questions asked?"

That was pretty direct. If I wanted to share more, I wouldn't know what to say. She looked at me, searching my eyes for something for the longest time. I didn't think she was going to answer and then she did.

"OK, yes, no questions asked ... But, I have strings. When I pull on them, you'll deliver no questions?"

"That is difficult. I have no idea what you might ask."

"That is OK. It would not be anything you are not well suited for, David. Besides, I also do not know why I am compromising my coverage of Roger on such an important day."

"I am pretty certain she is having me served on Friday and I have plans to interrupt that expectation."

"Well, you are here with Daddy until mid-afternoon. He told me so. I may join the two of you. That way you can have two alibis." She gave me that throaty laugh again. I said nothing.

"OK, Sarah. So, Friday is good?"

"Yes it is, David. My people will be off the case starting Thursday evening."

"Good. So are mine."

She looked at me askance with the last comment but said nothing.

"Sarah, this has been a most revealing discussion. I'm not sure what you have planned for the surveillance but I do ask that you consult with me before doing anything with it."

She readily agreed and we wrapped up our two hour luncheon. We both had really strong buzzes from all the wine and I invited her, in her own domain, to shoot some billiards with me in her father's study. I've played the old man many times and I knew it would help me come down from the drinking. I switched to lemon ice water while Sarah just continued with the wine. An hour or two later, I was pretty straight while Sarah was falling down drunk. A man with lesser designs would have enjoyed the flesh underneath that beautiful yellow dress. I was tempted but I limited myself to carrying her upstairs and laying her on her bed. I did kiss her on the forehead as she drunkenly groped and squeezed my rather erect manhood. I didn't think she would remember much of it later that evening when she woke and I let myself out and gave serious reflection to what we had discussed.

My first order of business was to call Stephen and arrange another meeting with John. We agreed on the following morning at the same place. When we met the next day, I told him everything, leaving out nothing, including the billiards and even the intimacies on the bed. He thought about it for several minutes and at the end said nothing changes and to meet him here at 4PM as we planned. The additional surveillance bothered him at first and he asked me up front if I trusted Sarah. I replied I believe I did and he pondered that for a bit then he replied.

"David, from what you described, I think you are probably right. She was also clearly seducing you but I'm guessing you already know that. When the time comes to repay favors, fuck her good, as much as she wants, when she wants it. I doubt it would be a chore but we also want this particular woman happy. She has a lot of power but a ball busting witch? I doubt it. So, David, my boy, we all have chores, some better than others."

With that he roared into laughter. I joined him somewhat nervously.

Marylyn did not meet with Roger that day as it was Thursdays and consolidations were due by the end of the day. That was most suitable for me and we had a wonderful dinner before retiring for the evening where I made love to my wife with as much tenderness and love as I could muster. It was bittersweet for me as I knew that tomorrow evening, matters might be much different. I could sense the same in her although in her fairness; she held nothing back, returning in kind almost as if it were the Last Supper. We drifted off to sleep but I woke several times to hear her very softly weeping. The Piper was taking his toll on her conscience but that was a good sign. She at least did still love me.

We woke to a bright sunny morning and shared a breakfast. Marylyn was not her usual self today. The cheerfulness and exuberance was dulled and we both knew why. She didn't know I shared the knowledge which made her nervousness and pain all the more apparent. For a moment I thought she was going to break down and confess her sins yet she didn't. I left for my all day meeting with Mr. Stanhope and my wife's lover's wife. How awkward this would be to a bystander unawares.

We tended to our business, often times with my mind elsewhere. I think the old man sensed something afoot although Sarah deflected any concern on his part rather skillfully. When we broke for lunch, Mr. Stanhope took his separately leaving Sarah and me to dine together once again. She wanted it out in the garden, out of both earshot and eyes. I don't blame her. It was a wonderful choice for lunch. We carried it out ourselves along with fresh lemonade and spread it out on the table linen.

The woman was all professionalism in every regard. We went over all the aspects of our previous work and ran scenarios back and forth to satisfy her father's inquisitive mind. When we were satisfied, we folded the work papers and finished our lunch. That is when the businesswoman took leave.

"Daddy is going to nap after lunch. That is how he is these days so I am not sure if we are actually going to pick up where we left off or not"

"I suppose that is fine. Most of this can wait until Monday in any event."

The elephant in the room was stomping on all the china and neither of us said anything for a moment.

"Has anybody ever told you that you have a rather impressive package, David?"

If I had anything in my mouth at the moment, a Heimlich maneuver would have been required. Her eyes were sparkling and her tongue licked those pink lips again. I was almost speechless, almost. Remembering John, I replied.

"For a woman laid to bed completely clothed and piss drunk, you have a remarkable memory for something unseen"

"Well, yes, but I fondly remember fondling something before a blissful sleep overcame me."

"You could not help it. You probably thought I was somebody else."

"Now, David that was a poor comeback. In any event I much appreciated that tender kiss upon my lips"

"It was your pretty forehead and I was a gentleman in every respect."

"That was a shame. A rogue might have better suited my intentions then."

"Perhaps, but it wouldn't have been as memorable."

"Damn, you are fun. That said, sweet man, I meant it, the package that is. There is nothing lacking on your end in that department if that has ever been on your mind."

The back and forth needed the break. It let me bring us back to what we both knew was going on. This was Friday, one of the days when Marylyn and the bastard were spoiling what was once just mine. I was being made the cuckold, perhaps at this very minute. Sarah knew it too. She knew the pattern and the times and how they did it. It sickened her as it did me but for different reasons. I think she saw the horns on my head because her seductress disappeared and a compassionate and soft woman appeared.

"David, I am sorry for all of this. I really do hate that bastard for what he has done and anything that befalls him will be richly deserved. If I am going to be honest, I also hate your wife right now for what she has done to you. I have always watched you working with my father and you have been an honest man with him and with my interests as well. While I am being truthful, I also have to tell you that I have been attracted to you for a long time. Hell, David, a lot of women are but you had a perfect marriage and, at least speaking for myself, I never wanted to mess with that in spite of my own miserable marriage."

I watched her eyes as she was speaking and saw an innocence I had not noticed before. I had seen the beauty. That was evident. I had experienced the vixen's attitude. Now I saw what she had in youth before her carnal bastard of a husband fucked it away. She continued as if in confession.

"I don't know what is going to happen between the two of you when she serves you but I do know I am going to collect on my markers for today. I would like that to happen this weekend but I'll let you make that call."

I laughed aloud thinking so much for my perceptions of innocence. The seductress was always there right under the surface! In fact I roared with laughter. John was right. I would have to make her a happy woman. Just not right now.

"Sarah, I assure you I will honor my promise to you. For what is happening today and this evening, there is no expiration date. It just has to be after I receive those papers. I am sure you understand."

"Oh I do David, I certainly do."

She never asked what was happening that afternoon. When I found out I don't know if I would ever tell her. I knew the financial end and that was comforting although we hadn't discussed how she could stay married to the bastard. In any event, the time came when I had to go see John. My hour was arriving.

I drove toward the park at a leisurely rate. With matters so out of my hands, there was an unease that I found difficult. Knowing for months and placing my trust in Stephen was one thing but now, my marriage was teetering and when I was being honest with myself, I can shoulder some of the blame for not actively ending the affair. I allowed it to continue and its tentacles to spread and I knew that alone might have been mortal. 

It was during the drive over that I toyed with the idea of just walking away and calling off everything, whatever everything was. The gravel under my wheels broke my thoughts and glancing up, I saw John's small car at the far end of the lot. This was an infrequently used waterfront park that was slated for a rebuild once the new pier was completed upstream. Until then, it was a meeting place for lovers and the occasional teen hangout for suburbanites.

"John, I guess it's good to see you again." We shook hands and then walked together toward the river bank.

"John, listen. I've been thinking and having second thoughts. I don't know."

He cut me off at that point and looking directly in my eyes said "It is beyond that point, David."




The Epiphanous Spouses Pt. 01



He was serious and dark today. He had uncovered that ominous personality of his that his natural likeability had been able to mask in our many meetings over the years. I thought about Stephen's first wife and about Roger Morgan and my knees felt weak. Surely he would not kill him even though I knew that was never on the table. Stephen assured me of that even if he assured nothing else. Morgan might live but he would learn.

"Listen David, from here on out, how you play this is up to you but first, you had nothing to do with today. Neither did I so you can relax a bit. The town cruiser can pull up and talk to us till dark about anything they wish. Perhaps our local constable needs a line on the game tonight?"

There was his infectious laugh again.

"Second, David, and this is very important. As we already know, Marylyn will have you served this evening around 7PM. You are to take the papers, say nothing to her and set them on the table. No matter what, don't engage her conversation. I don't care how much your heart hurts. Don't engage her. As soon as the process server leaves, a delivery man will ring and have a package for her that she must sign for. It will be addressed to her and stamped "open immediately". At that point, I want you to leave without picking up the separation papers. Leave them for her to make her decision going forward. There is a note in the package with instructions to her."

I nodded my head not knowing what to say.

"Lastly, I know this will be hard."

He started to smile again.

"You are to spend the evening with Sarah Stanhope. I took the liberty of calling her after you left and made the arrangements. Her father left for a stay in the mountains and she will be at her father's home but you know all those details already. I'm certain she has plans for you."

His laughter buried the dark persona that masked him when I had arrived.

"Jesus H. you called Sarah? You are a ballsy bastard, you know that?"

"Of course, David, but you have to make her happy you know".

His damn laugh again.

"What's in the letter, John?"

"Her life."

He was serious again.

"She has choices to make.. whether she is Marylyn Stone, the woman we all know and love or if she is just another whore or victim in search of something to replace what doesn't exist anymore. She will know where to go depending on what choice she makes. This is when you will know whether you have a wife or not. I suspect the choice will not be a difficult one for her. Remember what you talked about with Stephen, that you will always love her. If she chooses the first option, you will have to decide if that is what you really want now given all that has happened and will in the next few hours. No matter what, they will be your choices and hers and you can be god damn certain Roger Morgan will have no say in it whatsoever."

John gritted the last part through his teeth and then immediately smiled at me.

"It's 5 O'clock, John. Go home and have a quick dinner with your wife. Take a few moments and observe the human condition of the guilty. It will be an education and then do as I have said. I need to go."

He turned from me and then paused and said.

"Sometimes you just have to trust in the kindness of strangers. David, it's already done so no turning back"

Marylyn was home when I arrived as I knew she would be. I didn't say much when I entered. I inquired of dinner and it was nearly ready. Excusing myself to wash up, I gathered some personal toiletries and a change of clothes to be ready when that hour came. Sitting down to dine was awkward. I knew what she was doing. She didn't know that I knew what she was doing. We were both awkward. As John suggested, I observed her human condition. She would avert my eye, fidget with her hands. At one point her hands were shaking as she lifted her fork to her mouth. How she could do this was beyond my comprehension. 

I almost rushed over to her to take her in my arms and tell her we were leaving, that whatever was arriving from her at 7PM could sit there with whatever arrived after. I remembered John's words. Don't engage her. Our conversations were muted. Our touches during cleanup were limited. I watched as a single tear escaped and she quickly brushed it away. We each steeled ourselves, she in ignorance, I in terrible knowledge.

With everything finished, she retired to the den and I retreated to my office but not before I snuck my bag into the truck. Sitting there I could hear the minutes ticking away and it was soon 10 after 7. Marylyn never said another word the whole time. 

At 7:20, the doorbell rang and Marylyn let out a cry from the den. I rose and answered the door. There was a rather short, stocky deputy standing there with an envelope and a clipboard. Contrary to most accounts, in this community, the person being served with papers for any legal proceeding usually signs an acknowledgement form. Having the server being from the Sheriff's office usually addresses any objections.

"Good evening, sir. Are you Mr. David William Stone?

"Yes sir, I am".

"Good. I have a service order in your name and if you would, please sign here on this form."

I took the clipboard, signed my name next to the printed one and he handed me the papers. Closing the door, I walked back to the dining room and laid the papers on the table next to the seat Marylyn usually occupied.

"Marylyn, come here'"

She walked in with tears on her face, her countenance broken. She couldn't talk. The words would not form so I suppose John's admonition would not be necessary. The doorbell rang again and my heart jumped.

"Marylyn, you can get this one. I think I've had enough."

My eyes focused on the Petition For Dissolution of Marriage on the papers below. I looked at her in the eyes and nodded toward the door. She answered it and returned with a package. I nodded toward the seat and she took it.

"I am leaving now, Marylyn."

"Wait, David, Please, wait. We need to talk."

I ignored her and walked out the door. She rose and followed me out. I turned toward her with tears in my own eyes and held up my hand.

"Not another fucking step."

She stood there watching me drive down the street before returning to the house to tend to her own delivery as well as contemplate my leaving her petition sitting at her seat. I wanted to know more. I wanted to return and shake the life out of her or shake it back in. I drove around for an hour or more before I relented and turned toward the stately home I knew so well.

She greeted me at the door, her full bosom staring me right in the eye. The dress was black this time, cut just above the knee. Her earrings were small diamonds, the necklace a match. Everything about this woman was sensual yet in all the years I've worked around her and her father, I never actually lusted for her. I suppose a happy marriage was the cause. For now, happiness was replaced by an acute awareness of a world turned upside down.

"Well, imagine seeing you here again so soon, David. Please, come in. You know the way."

I watched her walk in front of me. Her ass was beautiful and full and I could not for the life of me understand why in hell I was thinking of that after all that was happening.

"David, you know your friend John is a charming man. Is he anything like you? I could use two of you."

Her laughter was intoxicating but I kept seeing Marylyn's tears.

"Sarah, you know, she had me served this evening."

"I expected as much. I think we talked about it earlier."

I hadn't forgotten but it seemed like days instead of just hours ago. She was wearing a Jasmine scent and returned with two glasses of white wine. Leading me back out to the veranda, she guided me onto a gliding loveseat, seating herself beside me. It was quiet and peaceful. The grounds here were always that way. It was such a contrast to her condo in the city where her lothario called home. I wondered about her love interests. Did she take lovers frequently or has she remained elusive and distant from men? The seductress in her led me to believe experience was her master but the influence of her father might indicate otherwise.

"David, what is it like to be in love?"

I glanced over at her in wonderment. How could a beautiful woman like this not know love? I then thought of Mr. Morgan and could understand.

"I mean, I have never really loved a man like you have loved a woman, your wife. Can we talk about these things, now, this evening with all that is going on?"

I nodded and she continued.

"Of course I thought I loved Roger when I was young but I loved his cock really and his forcefulness. I didn't know any better. I lived in lust at first. After a while the dross took over and lust meant so much less. There was a young boy when I was in school. He was a bit younger but I had the most insane crush on him and he never knew it. Looking back on it, I should have acted. I should have been brazen. I should have been like so many other girls and pursued him with an earnest desire to catch him. He'd be sitting here today, my husband. Instead I am sitting here with another woman's husband or maybe not. We shall see. That's why I asked what it's like to be in love? Can you still love her the same way when it is over and whatever the result is or can you love her in a different way and have any love for somebody else? It is all such a mess.

I don't have the same problem as you do, David, but you know that. I refuse to divorce the bastard and make him a rich man. I haven't desired another man in the way he desires the flesh of another woman. If I told you I have not been with a man but a half dozen times in ten years, would you believe me?"

She looked at me closely and I nodded.

"I suppose I would believe that, Sarah, if you say it is true. But my question would still be why don't you dump the prick, get on with your life and find that lifelong love if not just to be happy?"

She laughed and flashed her white teeth.

"Oh, David, I am happy just sitting here with you this evening. The bastard can remain my husband in name only. I can relish in his financial ruin. I can keep him on a leash with no recourse but to leave on his own. He might just do that were circumstances strong enough. I can enjoy the company of another man if I choose. Just look at the two of us. I find this to be marvelous company."

She had a point but I guess I still didn't find comfort knowing that somebody would choose to stay married to an asshole rather than let him walk away with probably close to $300 million. On the other hand I'd hate to see him with that either. My thoughts turned back to Marylyn and the papers and that package delivered to the house before I left. There is an instruction sheet inside it, John had told me. Perhaps it was a montage of all her adulteries. Her sister would kill her and I think her mother would be mortified. I turned my attention back to Sarah.

"I am curious about one thing, well, among many things really, but how does Mr. Stanhope figure in all this? It was real convenient of him to make himself absent this evening. He has always struck me as one who enjoyed a great drama."

"Daddy decided it best if you and I were here alone this evening but more to your point, I think he knows more than you or I about these matters. It was his people that identified your investigators. I think he was trying to keep tabs on Roger for business purposes but when he came upon your wife's involvement, he brought me into the fold. I'm not sure why but he has always looked upon you with great fondness. Now if you ask him what he thinks of your wife right now, well, none of it would be fit to print."

"He never let on at all even though I've known since the first month."

"That is because he knew you were aware of it. Daddy's people knew the investigators when they showed up on day one. He asked me to be quiet until events unfolded."

I interrupted her.

"Speaking of events, the financial community should be the buzz. Did the announcement go out? I haven't had the sense of mind to pay any attention."

"Stanhope-Bishop released a public statement at 7PM this evening. As far as I know, everything worked as expected. Most people should become aware of the transactions in tomorrow's paper, including Morgan employees. So our fucking nemesis is officially destitute this evening. He just hasn't been told yet. Speaking of the fucking waste of flesh, you haven't mentioned why you wanted the dogs called off today. Daddy had some ideas of his own, in fact he was certain of them, but he would not share."

That was interesting. I began to wonder just how much 'Daddy' could possibly know. Harry Stanhope is a highly resourceful man but so are my friends Stephen and John. I then recalled that it was John who set up this evening for me to be here of all places. 

"To tell you the truth I really don't know other than I didn't want any collateral damage to anybody, I guess including my wife if she were to see him today. I'm certain she did and on this day, this miserable day when the perfect image of how I envisioned her is finally buried, I wanted it to be clean and of her doing entirely. I haven't been involved with the events of today other than to be an observer of the financial destruction and to have a conversation with the man you spoke to earlier this afternoon, my friend John."

I didn't want to show John's hand in any of this or to share more than I needed to with Sarah. With her revelation of Mr. Stanhope's involvement, I suspected there was a whole layer of intrigue below the surface that had yet to be revealed.

"I will tell you this. As soon as I was served, a package was delivered to the house that Marylyn had to sign for and it was labeled open immediately. I left as soon as it was delivered, drove around for a while and came here. I have no idea who actually delivered it or what is in it. I can guess that it is some evidence of sort. I am sure we shall learn of it soon enough."

"Yes we will and I can hardly wait for this drama to unfold, if there is a drama to be had. I am sure Roger will shit himself when he discovers he has no job, no funds of his own and, well, this will be a surprise. I haven't told you about this, David. I sold the condo earlier this week. The brutal shit doesn't even have a home come Monday morning. Daddy warned me about that one. Since he is my husband, he will have to come here to stay. There is always a spare room for him that he has used on rare occasions. However, I think Daddy underestimated me on this one. With Roger staying here, life will become absolutely miserable for him."

"But Sarah, have you considered what having him here that much will do to you? How am I going to manage out here with your father if I have to see that bastard every damn day?"

I really had no desire to spend much time around my interloper and be reminded of the horns placed on me. I was uncertain what my response might be. Besides that, he might prefer the apartment if he were to continue with my wife assuming she made that choice. Sarah just smirked at me and made an exaggerated wink.

"Oh poor David. Do you know how much I love that name? I have always loved it. It's a strong name. Anyways, I think you will be lording over him rather than suffering any of his indignities. Let's see how the weekend progresses, shall we? Remember, I do have all those strings to play with and you promised me, especially since you have now been officially served."

We removed ourselves from the gliding couch on the veranda and refreshed our glasses before walking toward the gardens. Sarah placed her arm in mine and we strolled through her father's prized rose collections. This was truly a beautiful place situated on over 10 acres overlooking the river just a short ride from downtown. The gardens were started by Sarah's mother over 50 years ago and had been cultivated into a maze of trellises and trimmed rows of flowering variety. 

I guess it is nice to be rich. I've done well for myself since getting out of the Navy and cannot complain. Working for her father has been very beneficial affording us a substantial income. While nice to have, I would have traded it all to be able to step back several months and have none of this happen. With this beautiful woman on my arm, I contemplated life without Marylyn and wondered what her decision would be. John had told me she would have to make that decision though he seemed it to be a likely one of choosing her husband. At this stage of the drama, I was wondering if that was what I truly wanted. There was so much more to discover before there could be any resolution.

"Look, David. I love the mourning doves. Did you know they mate for life? Just as true lovers do? I watch them every day and they tend to each other's cares just as we do."

I was like one of those doves whose partner had been shot out of the sky. Sarah's hand caressed my lower back and her body was pressed into mine as we stood watching them. Were one unaware of our relationship, they would have assumed we were close lovers from our proximity. The scent of her Jasmine filled my nostrils and in spite of the day's events, I felt my groin harden. I think that's a natural reaction to such close intimacy. I've never had any problem getting aroused and I think Sarah sensed it. Her hand moved down and cupped it, gently squeezing.

"David, I think you are really happy to see me right now." She grinned and scratched my belly through the shirt with those long fingers and nails. I just looked down and nodded before speaking.

"But not right now, Sarah. I'm not ready yet."

"Ha! So says you but "Biggie" says differently. I did tell you it has been a long time. I'm not waiting much longer. But, the evening is still young."

Sarah's phone then began buzzing in the lap pocket of her dress. Opening it she answered and while listening and identifying herself, she walked off just a bit and with seriousness she listened longer and nodded before looking back at me.

"Yes, I understand. Are you sure he is going to do well? I see, yes. I am out of pocket this evening and I cannot get there at this hour. I will come in the morning and see you then. Yes, I am sure you will. I am sure he can explain everything to me then. Ok then. Goodbye."

She glanced back at me while slipping the phone back into her pocket.

"Roger has been hospitalized. Apparently he has been brutally assaulted and is banged up pretty badly but is not in any real danger. The mother fucker never is!"

She spit the last out with venom.

"The nurse would not share any details with me telling me I had to be there in person as a family member before releasing his file information. I'm not going down there tonight. She said he will be there for at least a couple of days, maybe longer. I hate that fucker. I hate him more right now and I'm not going to let him ruin my evening."

She ran into my arms and held on and I could feel her weeping against my chest. It was intimate and I felt for her. There was a warmness and familiarity. Jesus H. I loved my wife. How could I love this woman too? I'm a logical man and there is logic to events and feelings. I'll revisit this I'm sure but for that moment I comforted her and in a real sense comforted myself.

It was around 10PM when we entered the house. Only three hours had passed since the woman I loved had served me with her intention to dump me like yesterday's trash. The house was quiet and the staff had left much earlier leaving us to ourselves. She led me up the stairs leading the way with that beautiful ass. At the landing, she reached around and unzipped the back letting it fall to the floor. She stood with her back to me with high cut French panties on her now exposed ass and a matching bra. 

Continuing to lead me, she walked toward her bedroom and entered, then turned and reaching down, unbuckled my pants before pulling them down. I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of the trousers while unbuttoning my shirt. Her fingers found the waistband of my shorts and tugged them down allowing my now erect cock to spring free, bobbing before her face. My mind questioned my actions and the body won out.




The Epiphanous Spouses Pt. 01



She looked up at me just as my phone went off in my pants pocket.

End of Part I



The Epiphanous Spouses Pt. 02



This story is provided from a husband's perspective and certainly does not reflect the mundane experiences of my own journey through the joys and travails of marriage. It could be classed as something other than a Loving Wives tale but I think it fits the genre reasonably so. It is not a tale of an unwitting cuckold or a recollection of burning the dastardly bitch although there is cuckoldry and a bitch or two represented. It is rather long and being presented in multiple parts over a few days of submissions. It is also fiction and not a recount of any real life experiences in my life or in anybody else's life that I know of. I have taken literary liberties with certain aspects of the tale so if there are those who declare "Ayah, there is no way that could have happened like that!" well, perhaps you are right.

I am going to leave anonymous commenting open for now but will probably delete those comments that are not constructive and adding to any fruitful discussion. The story developed via character arching and was written free form i.e. without plot outlining and I have not submitted it to a peer editor.

This part of the story contains violent and dark themes which some readers might object to. If such offends, please do not read the story however the content is essential to the story line.

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I could hear the sound of running water in the background and the faint cries of a woman weeping softly. Marylyn didn't speak for a while as I waited on the phone. I really didn't know what to expect. John told me she would have to make a choice this evening and since I had told both John and Stephen that I wanted to keep my wife, I assumed I would want her to make that choice. The only other thing John had revealed to me was that I needed to let Marylyn make her own decision and fulfill whatever was required, to just agree to let her continue with whatever she was compelled to do. I listened silently until she mustered the courage to speak.

"David ... is that you? Are you still there?"

"Yes, Marylyn, I am still here." I paused and she was silent for another long moment. As soon as she heard the name Marylyn, Sarah moistened her lips and pushed them over the head of my cock and engulfed me fully. She certainly had not forgotten how to bring pleasure to a man with her voluntary abstinence. 

"David, I need to tell you something... I need to tell you I love you and I need you even though I am not worthy of being with you... I don't know how to do this but I have to. David, the package that was delivered ... oh my god ..."

She broke down in profuse crying unable to form the words as Sarah continued to suck my cock while fondling my ball sack. It was completely surreal. At one point I wanted to tell her to stop but I couldn't bring myself to do it. It felt so good and she wasn't quiet. She wanted my wife to hear it.

"The package had a letter in it and gave me two choices. It also said you were not involved with this but that you would agree with whatever choice I made. David, did you know about this? Will you agree with my choice?"

"Marylyn, it is true I was not involved with these instructions and given the circumstances of the evening and the petition you had me served with, I will agree with whatever that choice is. You have always known I loved you and you should know that regardless of the circumstances, there will always be a love for you. Of course, you must also know that you have turned us completely upside down regardless of your choice. There are consequences for that, yes?"

The weeping was nonstop as was Sarah's mouth on my cock. At that point I couldn't continue.

"Sarah, I can't right now. Please, please stop."

She looked up into my eyes and pulled her lips off me with an overloud smack and teasingly pouted before pushing herself back onto propped pillows, all the while watching me. At that moment, I wanted to drop the phone and fuck her right there.

"Marylyn, did you understand me, that there are consequences to serving me those papers?"

"Yes, David, and regardless of the consequences, I will live with them."

"OK, so what were your choices and your decision and what is next?"

"The first choice was to take my belongings and leave and never say another word to you again, and to never approach you, that you would sign and return the papers to my attorney. Furthermore, I was never to be with another man again so long as I lived and if I were to breach that requirement it would go badly for whoever that man was. I have no doubt every word was meant.

The second choice was to remain your wife, to resume our marriage and to accept whatever changed conditions to our marriage have occurred. I am to answer any and every question you might have or direct me to answer. I am also required to deliver a package to Mrs. Roger Morgan this evening."

She paused and I glanced at Sarah. My mind was turning things over looking for a clue and I had none.

"Marylyn, I am with Mrs. Morgan at this moment."

There was a gasp on the other end and a smile on the pillows. Sarah knew more than she let on but this was not the time to extract that information. Marylyn replied to me after a long pause.

"David, I have to do this. It is important. You told me before but if I have chosen the second option, will you have me back? Will you have me back this evening?"

"Marylyn, I told you I would but things have changed since 7 O'clock and you will have to accept them. As I told you, I am with Sarah Morgan this evening and if you wish to join us to deliver whatever this package is, then you will have to do so."

I looked over at Sarah when I continued.

"I will be staying the night here as her guest and if you wish to stay and join us, you are welcome. I am sure it might be an interesting conversation. "

Sarah jumped up off the pillows and reaching over, took the phone from my hand.

"Mrs. Stone? This is Sarah Stanhope and yes, your husband is staying the night with me here at my father's home. You do know where that is, yes? Good. Now, please make plans to spend the night. I am sure that is what David wishes too. There is lots of room. Now, I will leave the front door unlocked and I want you to come in when you arrive. You can find us, I am sure. Will that do? Good. I look forward to seeing you when you arrive. Goodbye, dear."

So now I am standing in this beautiful woman's bedroom with my shorts at my ankles and with at least a partial erection. I stepped out of them and stood naked in another woman's bedroom for the first time in over 25 years. This after just talking with my adulterous wife who was now apparently on her way over to meet with the wife of the man she was fucking. I remember thinking you just can't make this kind of stuff up. She ran downstairs to unlock the door and came back up returning to her place as before. 

"David, you know you are a beautiful man, absolutely beautiful? Did she tell you why she was coming over here? Was it a confession perhaps and at this hour? How interesting."

"She is delivering a package to you. It was delivered to her first and if she was to remain my wife, the instructions in the package require her to make this delivery. Do you really want her to stay here with us? She doesn't have to, you know. I can have her return home and wait for me there."

"David, you know what we are going to do. I'm going to fuck you. No, let me rephrase that. We are going to make delicious love to each other until morning. Do you know how many times you have watched her and my husband rutting like pigs, well him at least? I've watched it too many times to count and I know something about her now. She is a submissive at heart, or so I think. So, considering how many times I have had to watch them, I want the privilege of knowing she is going to watch us. Will you do that?" 

I thought about that. I have never actually done anything like that although both Marylyn and I have had healthy and varied fantasies over the years. Looking at her laying there, her thighs opening up for my gaze, it did not take long.

"Yes."

It was all I really could say. Her thumbs tucked under the waist band of her panties and she pulled them off her ass and lifted them with one hand over her raised legs. Bringing her full thighs back down onto the bed, she had opened herself for me with her fingers playing with the soft, neatly trimmed curls above her vulva. A finger dashed inside and she brought it to her lips, her wetness glistening on the nail. It was intoxicating and I was fully erect just watching her. Climbing onto the bed, I reached over and turned off the brighter lamp so that only the soft glow of the base illuminated the room. I was on my knees before her with my fingers tracing lines on her inner thighs. The head of my cock was only a inches or so from her grasp and the opening of her sex and I could sense her heat rising up from that wet valley.

"Eat the pussy, David. I have waited so long for you. Lick my little pink kitty."

I am a healthy, virile man and I obliged. She was so very different from Marylyn yet at the same time quite familiar. Her sex was neatly trimmed with soft short dark curls on her mound and partially down each side of the valley. The clitoris was full and pronounced and pushed through its protective hood. Her vulva and lips were full with the clit much like an oysters pearl. Just looking at it was intoxicating. In contrast, Marylyn was shaved smooth and silky, completely to her bud and the crack of her ass. She was completely hairless and the lips of her pussy were not nearly as visible and full as Sarah's. They were two very different sensual presentations yet both fully satisfying.

Throughout my marriage and before, I have always loved going down on a woman. Every flick of the tongue and the lingering over the full clitoris brings that soft quiver, a sign and the unavoidable buildup to the reward itself, those crescendos that result in her burying her full sex in my waiting mouth. Some men shy from it but I consume it taking even her ass with the sliding, wet motion of the tongue. Sarah was no different. I tasted her completely leaving no spot or crevice untouched. Her silky mons saturated my nostrils as her hands pressed the back of my head into that valley of sexuality. 

It was beyond satisfying. It was satiating to me. She exploded off the bed with her ass fucking my mouth and her pussy gushing its wetness and smearing it on my lips, cheeks, nose and chin. It was the most satisfying experience I had enjoyed in months, since before Marylyn's infidelity. She slipped her arms around my neck and pulled me close, tasting her sex on my face and tongue. 

I rose up and on one knee brought my cock to her lips. She wasted no time in taking its full girth and length into her mouth and throat before sucking me gently and fully. It slid in and out of her mouth several times before she withdrew and focused on running her lips over the sensitive glans and blowing hot kisses on the piss slit. I was ready to cum but I didn't dare. I needed to fuck her. I craved it. In all this time I had not cheated on Marylyn and now, when I was ready to fuck her, the sense of infidelity was absent. A week ago I would never have thought of bedding this woman. Now, I seem inexplicably drawn to her. I can only hope I am not consumed by this passion.

So I fucked her. I took her pussy as a lover not one just getting a piece of ass. She could have had that anytime over the years yet she waited for a man to make love to her. I can't understand that but then I do not need to. I simply enjoyed every movement of her body in tune to my own. It was a sensual symphony and nothing else mattered at the moment.

It was in the middle of our fuck and I was burying myself in her with slow and deliberate strokes when I glanced up and turned toward the dresser mirror. I watched my ass clench with each thrust, her breast bouncing against my chest. Her gaze was fixed elsewhere and my eyes followed. In the reflection I saw her. Marylyn was standing silently in the doorway clutching a package of some sort. It wasn't the wrapped package of the earlier delivery. It was the contents. 

As I continued making love to this woman, Sarah motioned with her arm and pointed to the nightstand on the other side of her. I tried to pull up and see but she pulled my face down to hers and said "not now" and her hands pulled me down into her white throat. As I continued fucking her gently, I heard her gasp loudly, almost a startled scream. Her arm pulled me closer and I felt her shiver. It wasn't an orgasm. It was another kind of emotional response. She then opened her thighs up as wide as she could, pulled me even closer and hissed in my ear.

"Fuck me, David. Fuck me and take me. I want that beautiful prick to empty your seed deep in me. Fuck ... Oh my god. Fuck it."

One of her hands grabbed a cheek and squeezed hard. She was bucking off the bed and milking me.

"Ohhhhh my gawd ... take it ... Pound me... I'm close ... Jesus lover ... I'm so fucking close OMG."

I fucked harder now and went for the finish. Sarah exploded into the most intense orgasm I have ever experienced with a woman, ever. I couldn't make out what she was saying.

"cock ... Omg ... cut ... fuck oh shit ... He ... oh Jesus ..."

I was just coming to a strong spurt and started painting her pussy. She started laughing uncontrollably as I finished. Bewildered, I raised my face up and looked into her wet eyes.

"They cut his fucking prick off."

As if on autopilot, we both turned and looked at the nightstand. There in a glass pickling jar with a bow on top was a man's penis immersed in what I assumed was formaldehyde. Somebody actually did sever the cock right off his body. There was a label at the top of the jar. It said "Mr. Roger Morgan's Pride".

I rolled off Sarah and if I was a smoker I would have lit one. Instead I laughed like I've never laughed before. Marylyn stood in the doorway again with reddened eyes and tears streaming down her face. For the moment I lacked sympathy. I had just made incredible love with another woman, some of it right in front of her. I could understand her angst but fuck, it was with her lover's wife and the bastard's prick was in a jar next to us. Jesus H. Christ. Sarah just kept rubbing my chest softly and watching Marylyn. I wasn't sure what to do so I did nothing for a while.

At some point, the horror of what John put in motion began to pervade my limited thinking. The choices given Marylyn along with the cost of cuckoldry to Roger Morgan were seeing the light of day or at least the illumination of those wee hours of the morning. It was rational madness with macabre logic. To stop a wife from running off with an interloper is simple. Cut his fucking prick off and let her then choose. It was both hilarious and frightful. I looked back at Marylyn.

Rising from the bed and walking naked to my wife, I took her trembling hand and embraced her. The smell of Sarah, her arousal and wetness was washed over me yet I had no care for that. I needed to give some measure of comfort before I placed her on the rack. She had just hand delivered her lover's cock to his wife and I really had to know how she felt about that. Sarah rose from the bed and walked to the bathroom leaving us alone for a while.

"Marylyn, we have a lot to talk about."

She nodded and bit her lip in an effort to compose herself. I set her down onto the bed. At that point I didn't care about the wetness, the crumpled sheets or any of the evidence of what she walked in on.

"First, I want you to tell me about what happened after I left. You do know I left your papers right on the table?" She nodded again.

"Good. It should be clear that what you have told me about the choices you were given, that I will not be signing those papers. You can do with them as you will. Before you begin, it should be obvious that I know all about your affair with Roger Morgan."

She visibly winced at the mention of his name and her eyes glanced back at the jar on the nightstand.

"So for now, I want to talk about what happened this evening and before you do, No, I did not mutilate Roger Morgan although had I, I would have mutilated more than that. There will be plenty of opportunity to discuss how and why you could do this to us later. Go ahead."

At that point Sarah returned, still naked although freshened a bit, and sat down on the bed next to me. 

"Obviously this affects Sarah as well so get used to her being here. It is her house, after all."

I laughed briefly at that and motioned for Marylyn to begin. After a nervous pause, she started.

"After you drove off, I returned to the house and sat in the foyer for at least half an hour or so hoping you would return although I knew I was hoping for something that could not be. Before the doorbell ever rang that first time, I regretted what I had done and wanted to stop it but it was too late. While we ate, I knew that you must have known something. Everything was wrong. We never ignore one another yet we did.

When I returned to the table, I saw the separation papers and the unopened package waiting for me. For a while I didn't know what to do. I had no idea who the package was from or for what purpose. I never connected it to this so I sat there holding those miserable papers for the longest time crying uncontrollably. Finally, I wiped my eyes and told myself 'Marylyn Stone, you may be a worthless piece of shit but every stinking bit of this mess is your own doing.' I pulled the wrapper off the package and found the letter inside it and another wrapped glass package. At this point I just set it on the table and began reading the letter. I have it here. I'll read it to you and you can then have it."

"Dear Marylyn Stone,

It has come to our attention that you have decided to gift your married self to a man who is not your husband. In addition that man also happens to be the husband of another woman. We have made it our business to address these wrongs in a manner that seems appropriate for our sensibilities. Your husband and your paramour's wife are not aware of what we have done and are doing but we thought it appropriate to act on his behalf as well as for the benefit of the wronged wife of your new man, so to speak. Marylyn, he is certainly a new man and if you have not opened the package sent you, please set this letter down and return to it after you have composed yourself. We have important, life changing instructions for you."

"David, I did what the letter instructed." She said with little emotion before continuing with the letter.

"You now have two choices to decide from. It is simple, really. One or the other will be your fate so please read carefully and make your selection.

1. You are to gather all your personal belongings and nothing else and remove yourself from this dwelling. You are to have absolutely no contact with your soon to be former husband of any kind. You may not talk to him, visit with him, write to him or interfere in his new life in any manner whatsoever. It would be wise to move away. The only exception to be made in this requirement is with regard to your two children. If something regarding them requires you to contact your husband, that may be permitted only if it is for the children's benefit and not yours. In addition, you are to have absolutely no intimate relationship with any man or woman for as long as you live. You will not have sexual relations nor will you engage with men for the purpose of companionship or personal intimacy. The same holds true for women as well. Any deviation from this requirement will result in that man or woman experiencing a similar result as that provided for your previous lover. Your husband will most likely sign the divorce papers you have presented him with.

2. You are to return to your husband and obedient to his demands and expectations as your husband. You are to answer any and all inquiries he may have regarding your infidelity. You will extend the same courtesy to the wife of your former lover. Any recompense for your offence regarding the other wife will be provided if you are able and your husband concurs. 




The Epiphanous Spouses Pt. 02



Marylyn, the two choices provided are quite specific and clear. There is one other requirement that must be mentioned. You know who the wife of your paramour is. With either selection, you are to deliver the package sent to you to his wife; hand delivered and do so once you have made your choice. If you choose option 1, leave this letter on the table so that your husband will know of your choice. If you choose to remain with your husband, you will call him no matter the hour and let him know of this letter and your choice.

At some point we are sure the police may be involved as you should readily ascertain but be assured we are well on our way toward safe environs. The handiwork of our efforts should speak for itself. There is a time stamped video of the events that transpired following your departure earlier this afternoon. You may or may not be interested in observing it. If so it is contained on the small thumb drive taped to the bow on top of the glass jar.

I trust you will make the right decision for yourself.

Sincerely,

Matrimony"

She folded the letter and with trembling hands, passed it to me. Her eyes were watery and reddened and to me seemed lifeless. She had obviously been traumatized by viewing the contents of the jar. Oddly, I had not wondered about the police in all this time but then, I didn't expect a man's severed penis to be in a jar on Sarah's nightstand.

"I trust you have not talked with anybody else regarding this?" She shook her head negatively.

"Good. Sarah, please secure that thing, someplace safe I'm sure you know about."

Sarah just nodded and walked naked to the nightstand and removed the curiosity before walking out of the room. I have no idea where she went in the house but she came back after a while and returned to the bed.

'Marylyn, would you like something to drink?"

I gave her a glass of wine as that was all we had in the room and poured one for Sarah and myself. I guess the fountain of tears had dried up because she asked to use the bathroom and came out looking considerably better. Sarah remained naked as before and I excused myself to take a quick shower. It was an odd situation but just as oddly I found myself comfortable with it. When I returned a few minutes later I grabbed a robe out of the hall closet assuming it belonged to Mr. Stanhope and excused myself to go downstairs. Sarah and Marylyn were having a quiet conversation at that point.

I went into the billiards room and reflected on the events of the day. My wife had served me divorce papers and she had been served with the cock of her lover. I had fucked another woman for the first time in 25 years and done so in front of my estranged wife. Is estranged the proper word? I had not come to terms with it yet. She had chosen to remain my wife when given the choice under terrible conditions. Even though I still loved her, I desired the softness and affections of that other woman. Sometimes, the worse feelings are those of a conflicted mind and to settle these conflicts I would need a lot of answers.

I wondered about John. This is not something to have a telephone conversation over and I was sure we would have a discussion eventually. When he told me we were both distant from any connection to these events, I knew that to be true. Sarah and I had alibis, witnesses with both her father and the house staff until earlier this evening. There was nothing to directly connect me to the emasculation of Roger Morgan At this point the only thing I regretted was the absence of his fucking balls in that jar. Regardless of my questions and desires, it was getting late and I was certain the morning would bring a rainstorm of answers and inquiries not the least from the authorities who would be looking into the assault. I was also curious about the thumb drive mentioned in the letter.

When I returned upstairs, the two women were still talking and I interrupted.

"I am sure I will get answers to my questions tomorrow but for now, we are each going to go to bed."

Marylyn rose as to leave the room and Sarah immediately cut her off addressing her directly.

"Marylyn, remove all your clothing and place it on the chair."

She did as she was requested although there was some hesitation on her part.

"Good, now climb into this bed over here on this side, please. David, take off Daddy's robe, you devil, and get into bed too!"

I did as she requested and she climbed in between us.

"Now aren't we a cozy little group." She purred as she reached her naked body across Marylyn's to turn off the lamp. Her full breasts grazed across my wife's face. Sleep was certainly not on Sarah's mind at the moment and to be fair to her, she had forewarned me of the evening's agenda. 

Once under the covers, her hand slipped down and found my aroused cock and balls. I suppose lying next to a naked woman like that would be the cause. I certainly made no objection. She was vocal and focused on her task. As soon as I was full in her hand she slipped under the covers and moved her face down to my cock. Her hot breath engulfed me and her head began rising up and down under the covers, almost obscenely yet intensely erotic. With her nails pinching and tugging my nipples she noisily slurped on the dick. I glanced over at my wife and saw her flinch when she noticed. Motioning her closer to my side while she watched another woman under the covers working her husband, I wanted her whoring body pressed against my own while I enjoyed that other woman.

Sarah rose up and mounted my erection and plunged her wet hot pussy down onto me. With her hair whisking my face and Marylyn's shoulders, she began fucking me, riding the dick with long slow strokes. Her breasts were in my face and I sucked one of the nipples as that near perfect pussy milked me near to an orgasm. Our bodies were pressed against my wife and she could feel every motion of our slapping fuck. Sarah dripped sweat onto my forehead and I sucked her lower lip as we stared into each other's eyes.  

Somewhere it had stopped being just a fuck and were making love like lovers 20 years younger. We were doing what my wife and I had done for years. Our bodies were one and the sex became blissful. Just before I started my orgasm, Sarah pushed her tongue in my mouth and passionately kissed me as her body began its crescendo and quivered against me. As she began, I started emptying my seed deep into her, stroking a milky white rope of jism into her with each thrust. Exhausted, we lay with each other, her on top, until I felt her drift off to sleep.

Marylyn was still awake when I gently moved Sarah to the other side of me and felt her snuggle to my backside, spooning me. I wasn't sure of what to do at that point so I just took my wife in my arms on the other side, kissed her and whispered to her.

"Things are going to be very different for you now, for us. For now, just go to sleep and we will deal with it in the morning.'

I kissed her gently, unsure of my feelings or intentions, and we all drifted off to sleep until morning.

Early morning light filtered into the bedroom with the first stirrings in the bed. I opened one eye partially and immediately let it close. I could feel Marylyn's naked body next to mine and something else entirely under the covers on my other side. Sarah had taken my cock in her warm mouth and was giving my morning wood a very appreciative blowjob. I continued feigning sleep while she worked it. When I could hold back no longer I gushed into her sucking mouth with no warning to her. She didn't miss a beat. When the spurts ceased, I just lay back continuing to feign sleep although the pretense was absurd. Sarah removed herself from the bed and went to the bath. The shower could be heard shortly after.

After showering in another bath, I dressed and began exploring the kitchen for breakfast. Before I could begin, Sarah came down and stopped me.

"Elizabeth will have breakfast ready for us shortly. I have already woken Marylyn and she is showering now and will join us in a bit. Please, sit down, David."

It was a bit awkward to say the least. While I had known this woman for years, I had only recently come to really know her at all and most of that from the prior evening.

"I will want you to drive me to the Hospital this morning. You do remember my husband, Roger?"

I nodded, the image of his now pickled cock coming to mind. She merely chuckled.

"I want to get there before the police start asking questions. I am sure there will be an inquisition on this one. I have secured the specimen very well and I had a talk with Marylyn last evening about what she was to do. I hope you don't mind. I told her she never saw anything."

Again I nodded.

"Good. I think Marylyn should stay here while we go to see dear good hubby. I am so curious to hear his explanation for his circumstances. Of course, at this point we don't even know what those circumstances are, no?"

She winked and rose from the table leaving me with the distinct understanding that if I ever thought I was in charge of events, I was very much mistaken. She was all business, dressed for the occasion. Breakfast was served shortly and Marylyn joined us and ate her meal silently. She would occasionally glance up at me and immediately lower her gaze when I looked her way. Contrite might be the word but it is probably too polite.

"Marylyn."

She looked up.

"You are going to stay here today while Sarah is visiting with her husband. You remember him, right?"

I knew the dig was unnecessary but it felt good letting it out. She winced and began to cry before pulling herself together.

"I do not want you talking with anybody until we return. If anybody comes to the house, you are not here. Where is the letter you received last night? I want it destroyed right now."

When she returned with the letter, I burned it in the hearth.

"We will talk more when we return, much more."

It was still early morning when Sarah and I departed for the Hospital. I was not sure if I should accompany her in or not but Sarah settled that for me. I was to escort her everywhere as her father's trusted advisor. I think she just wanted to observe Roger's response to seeing me with her although at this point I still assumed he thought I was clueless about his involvement.

Walking down the long corridor toward his ward at the end of the wing, there was a policeman sitting on the chaise enjoying a cup of coffee. It was only 9 o'clock in the morning and not visiting hours but Sarah was the patient's wife after all. She introduced us and the officer allowed us to enter as if expected. Inside were another officer and what I assumed was a detective. After the introductions, Sarah walked confidently over to her husband's bedside. The policemen watched her with a stray eye catching that magnificent ass.

"Roger, what in the world has happened to you? The hospital called me last night and said you had been hospitalized after some hooligans had apparently roughed you up some. You look fucking awful, Roger. Are you alright?"

Before he could reply, the charge nurse came in and began to whisk the officers away but not before the detective informed us that they wished to talk with us when we were finished. The nurse then excused Sarah from the discussion and pulled her aside to inform her of the injuries and extent of Roger's difficulties. I watched Sarah's performance with considerable interest, especially the gasp of surprise and the wifely look of shock. I glanced over at Roger and he was looking at me with a curious expression on his face.

"Mr. Morgan, Mrs. Morgan asked me to accompany her down here this morning as I was working on a couple of projects for Mr. Stanhope and they can hold off until later this weekend. Mr. Stanhope gives his regards and wishes a speedy recovery as he was called out of town late yesterday afternoon."

Sarah had called the old man on the way over and let him know of Roger's hospitalization without sharing any details.

"I'd like to be alone with my wife for a while, please." 

"Of course. I will be right outside if I should be needed." nodding to Sarah as I left the room.

The three policeman were still outside the room when I left and the detective immediately stood up and introduced himself.

"I am Detective Donaldson and we are looking into the, er, unfortunate incident involving Mr. Morgan. I'd like to ask you a few questions that might help us better understand what has happened here."

I agreed and he then asked me a lot of relevant questions concerning who I was, what my relationship was to the Morgan's, how I happened to be with Mrs. Morgan this morning and on and on. I explained everything to his satisfaction including references to Mr. Stanhope if needed. When he was satisfied, he dismissed me and I took a seat along the hallway to tend to emails and other general business while I waited on Sarah. She came out after about 30 minutes and had a similar discussion with the detective and when he was done with her, she joined me in the hallway. There was a tiny smirk on her face that she just couldn't seem to hide.

"It seems some unsavory types decided to take something from Roger when he didn't have anything he could give them. Mexicans, he says. Between you and me, they were too good at it to be just some illegals looking for pocket change. That's what the cops think too."

She winked at me again.

"They think he was hiding something. What do you think, David? " She licked her lips looking at me. Jesus Christ, she is brazen. I just shrugged.

"I am going to go back to the room for a bit. Come with me, please."

I did as she asked and we reentered the hospital room. Roger was propped up in the bed and watched us enter. He had to know that his little married fuck, former fuck that is, served me with divorce papers the previous evening. The pressing question was whether he thought I knew about him. Given his attitude toward me, I assumed he thought I was clueless but I wasn't all that confident of it. Not that it really mattered, I was going to be sure he knew a whole lot more about me at some point and what it means to take something that is mine. Now was not the time or place for that. 

Sarah just went for the kill shot with me in the room.

"Don't worry, dear. I'll take care of you. David and I will be picking you up when they discharge you and Elizabeth has a room ready for you at Daddy's."

"I'll stay at the condo if you don't mind."

"Oh dear, Roger, that will not do. You need to be looked after. Besides I closed on the sale of the condo earlier this week and the new owners take possession of it on Monday morning. Movers should be there now, this morning, to move all your things to Daddy's."

Fuck, the look on Roger's face was absolutely priceless. Sarah said it all with a categorically straight face and without blinking an eye. I thought of his absent dick and immediately suffered phantom pain. She was going for his balls.

"Have you seen the morning paper, Roger. There is a story about the takeover of your Daddy's banking firm in it. I'm not sure but I think he sold it to the old Bishop firm yesterday and they had a press release yesterday evening."

Roger's eyes widened and he tried to say something but nothing came out. He pushed the pain button a couple of times and began to relax. I'm sure the mention of Bishop did not go without recognition. Mr. Stanhope was a majority partner of the firm and that meant that the old man and ultimately Sarah were now owners of firm that both he and his former little married woman worked at. Everything was collapsing around him. Sarah just sparkled.

"I think we will have a private duty nurse for you, Roger, until you are up and going at it again and charging about like the good old bull of old. That sounds good, doesn't it? There is so much to do now. I'm going to have Elizabeth see that your room has all those manly touches you enjoy so much so that you can feel at home at Daddy's place. Of course, I'll still keep my own room, dear, just like we have all these years. There is just too much testosterone in your décor for my delicate tastes but you know all that now anyways. So, in any event, they are keeping you here through the weekend and we will pick you up first thing Monday morning. See your then."

Roger just groaned in the twilight of his medications and Sarah and I excused ourselves from the room. One of the police officers was still on duty while the other two had left. Sarah left some updated contact information at the nurse's station and we moved off toward the parking garage.

She was insatiable. I had just slipped into the seat when she slung her thighs over my crotch, reached down and let the electric seat back as far as it would go and lowered the seat back all the way down. Her fingers tugged at the belt and zipper to my trousers and she reached in, pulling my engorged cock free. It didn't matter to her that we were still in the parking garage. She dropped lower on the seat and took my prick in her mouth and sucked me. When she was satisfied that I was ready and fully compliant, she raised that beautiful ass of hers over my prick and sank it deep into her moist pussy. 

I didn't fuck her at all. She did everything including pulling her large breasts free of the constraints of her conservative blazer and pressing them against my face. She was using me to sate her desires following the humiliation of her husband. Whatever wild thoughts she was having worked her into a sexual frenzy and she quivered into a mind blowing orgasm. I could not help it at that point. I emptied my nut deep inside her and settled back, spent, into the seat. She licked my throat and cheeks, nibbling on my ear. Everything we were doing was rash and careless.

"I want this every day" she whispered.

I don't understand why but I said the same thing. We pulled ourselves together and I turned the ignition.

Marylyn was sitting on the veranda when we arrived back at the old man's house. Sarah and I had managed to pull ourselves together and appear at least half decent. After excusing myself to wash and change clothing, we all gathered together for lunch. Not a lot was said but the looks were enough. Following that, the three of us adjourned to the garden where Sarah and I had our previous discussion the day before when all the reckoning was occurring. 

"Marylyn, I want you to tell me everything, starting at the first time you were unfaithful to me. Don't leave anything of importance out and I want you to be assured that I will verify all of it. Some I already know but I have a lot of questions as I'm sure Mrs. Morgan does as well. I should say Ms. Stanhope as that is what she now prefers. I will call her Sarah, if you do not mind. I think we are familiar enough now."

"Oh, and please call me Sarah as well, dear" she interjected.

Marylyn nodded and I continued.

"I want to know how all of this started and I want the simple truth. You already know that I have accepted your choice to return to me as your husband. I will not renege on that decision no matter how bad your admissions might be. Now, that might impact how our relationship proceeds but at least have some comfort knowing that I do still love you. Now, give me the truth, from the beginning."

She paused and fidgeted for a bit but then sat straight in her chair and composed herself before beginning.

"David, before I begin, and you too, Sarah, I know I have wronged both of you greatly and for that I am terribly sorry. I knew there could be no good come out of any of this yet I seemed unable to stop any of it. I know that is not any kind of excuse but I needed to say this before I started. I will accept any relationship I can have with you, David. I mean anything. Sarah, I will do whatever you ask of me to try to make amends for what I have done to you.




The Epiphanous Spouses Pt. 02



I hope I have most of my tears out of the way. I know I have fucked up so bad. Anyway, here goes. David, do you remember the weekend you went on that reunion excursion with your old unit? I think you went to the Tetons. Well that Saturday evening was when Denise Judkins had her promotion party at the Sheraton downtown. I remember you telling me to just go and have a good time so I did. I didn't think anything of it. I had gone to parties before when you were tied up with business. Jesus, I wish I had never gone. That was the start of everything, about eight months ago.

If I hadn't been so preoccupied on just having a good time with the girls there, I would have noticed there were several more men than us girls, some of whom I had never met before. In any event, we were all drinking more than we should and some of the girls started doing tequila shots by the time the band started playing. I don't think we planned on staying that late at least I know I didn't. Regardless, one of the guys said they would call for taxis to get everybody home, right? Yeah, right. Everybody including me was getting loose. After a lot of dancing and more drinking, 

I didn't really notice and didn't remember until afterwards, that three of us girls, Denise, me and another girl I didn't know from Accounting, were now dancing and partying with about a dozen guys. I don't really remember how many were there then. I'm guessing.

It wasn't long after that when I really started getting hot, I mean hot as in high and really aroused. I'm pretty sure somebody spiked my drink with something. It wasn't one of those rape knock out drugs because I was aware of everything. I was just really high and fucked up. That plus the tequila and I know better than to drink tequila like that. I feel like such a shit to say this. I'm a woman with grown children, for fucks sake. God damn. A lot of good it does now.

As high as I was, I didn't stop any of the touchy feely stuff when we were dancing or sitting around the tables and booths. I remember looking over at the girl from accounting and some guy was sucking salt off her bare nipple right next to me. I already had one guy's hand on my thigh. Well, I guess the employees of the place were nervous or something because the next thing I knew we were all heading upstairs with a bottle of tequila and ended up in a couple of adjoining rooms. 

I floated the whole trip up there. The worse of it was that I knew what was going on. They didn't knock me out. I remember there being a king in one room and a couple queens in the other. Both Denise and the other girl were laid out on the bed and guys were doing shots off their naked breasts. After a few minutes of that, one of the guys picked Denise up and slung her over his shoulder and carried her into the other room. Some guy did the same to me and we ended up stripped naked on each of the two beds.

Denise was really getting into it and dancing for the guys. I was just too high so I remember sitting back and watching while a couple men began playing with my nipples and opening my legs. David, I'm so fucking sorry. I didn't stop them. I didn't even make any effort. I was so aroused from whatever they gave me that I opened for them and let them take me. They didn't rape me. They fucked me."

At this point Marylyn began crying again and I wondered if I could continue listening to it. She was doing what I demanded of her, telling me everything. This was unexpected but I knew the behavior had to begin somewhere. I almost felt like kicking myself for leaving her alone, almost but not quite. She shouldn't have been drinking alone with other men especially in a hotel but I have to admit that I felt just a bit guilty for not being there. Marylyn pulled herself together and continued.

"OK, where was I? Yes, being fucked. That is what it was. I wasn't raped and while I know I would never have done that in a million years if sober, I fucked them too and my body responded in ways I can't remember ever feeling. They used me completely, several of them, and I lost count of the number of orgasms, if I was ever counting to begin with. Every time one of them fucked me, I got off on it. When I sucked their cocks, I orgasmed. I don't understand it, even now. There was no love making or love of any kind going on here. It was just men taking a cunt and fucking it until they were sated. Denise was doing the same thing. Each of us must have fucked half a dozen of the men, maybe more, I don't know. What they were doing to the girl from accounting, I have no idea. I could just hear the fucking in the other room.

I remember somebody giving me something else to drink during a break from the sex and the next thing I knew, one of the men had me over the footboard of the bed and started taking my ass. I wasn't ready for it but he just emptied a big tube of something all over my ass and pushed himself into me. At that point, I let loose and took his fuck. When he was done, another one followed in his place. I think they all took my ass and by that time, everybody was coming down.

We all must have crashed at that point because the next thing I remember was some guy pushing his dick in me with the morning light streaming into the room. I didn't fight him. I just fucked him like the whore I had become. I began to realize what I was actually doing as he was just getting his nut off. I screamed for him to get off and he just held me down and finished his fuck. He wiped his cock off on my thigh and got off the bed. At that point I began searching for my clothes which were scatted across two rooms. Somehow I got dressed, found my keys and made my way to the car.

Jesus I cried the whole way home. I was dirty, reeked of sex and my privates ached. My breasts were reddened and my nipples hurt like hell to touch. I knew you wouldn't be home until Monday evening so I told myself I had two days to pull myself together. After cleaning myself up and a long time just crying in the tub, I ate something and then called Denise. No help there. Seriously, what did I expect? She was as big a whore as I was and she proved it when she answered and was still with some of the guys giving them whatever they wanted. I just wanted to die at that point. Who knew what happened to the other girl.

I debated telling you about what happened but this was so completely over the top I didn't have a clue how to begin. So instead, I planned on just burying it. I made an appointment at a health clinic to get tested and they did that Monday afternoon. Everything came back OK but I needed to follow up a week later because it was so soon after a potential exposure. That was the week I had that "yeast outbreak", just to keep you from getting anything in case I was. So that all turned out OK and I put up a brave front for quite a while.

David, I said I would tell you the truth and everything so I will and this is really hard for me. I began thinking of the events of that night and the sex and, Jesus this is awful, I began masturbating about it when you were not home. I began using my secret to fuel really perverse fantasies, of being taken and used like that. It was never in the same horrible way as when it really did happen but it would be with somebody who was really dominant and forceful. I imagined it with you and with others but I would never have done it or at least that is what I told myself. So, anyways, I went on like that for about a month or so and it looked like I could keep everything a secret and never have it see the light of day but for Denise. That fucking Denise.

Denise was fucking Roger or at least what he considered a fuck. She was only doing it because he was the boss and she thought there was something for her in that. Anyway, she apparently had a copy of a sex tape that starred Guess Who. Me, Denise and the Accounting girl along with a cast of about a dozen men. Oh my God I wanted to die when I found out. I thought that was the end of my world but it was just beginning. Denise must have shared it with Roger because the next thing I knew, I was promoted upstairs along with Denise. That was when he hit me with it.

We were having lunch together and he said something to Denise and she just giggled and left us alone. Roger started asking me how I liked the new job and stuff and eventually he got down to his mission, me. 

He pulled out his tablet and started a video before turning it to me. It was obvious. It was me being ganged and pulling a train in that hotel room. HD color and sound, up close and obviously enjoying every bit of it. Like I said, I can't claim rape. It was nasty, perverse and I felt helpless. I think I asked him how he got that and he told me to just listen and do what I was told. I didn't know what to say or do so I listened.

He told me this was going to you if I didn't submit to him and I believed him. At this point I figured it was all over. To keep that from happening I submitted myself to him. I don't know why I agreed but I did. The first time I let him have his way was that afternoon in his office. It lasted all of five minutes. Then it would be after work, in his office or at his condo. Every time, it was treat me rough, fuck it for a few minutes and then wipe himself off. I never got anything out of any of it. Well, that is not all true. He has the biggest cock I have ever been with and that helped fuel my fantasies later when the bastard wasn't with me. I hated him but it was worse. 

One time when I had to travel with him, he had two other men with him at the hotel bar. We all left together and at that point, the drugs hit me. It was pretty much the same as before. The two men used me like a whore for the night while Roger recorded it all. Like before, it wasn't rape. I fucked them like a whore and got off on it. In fact it was the only time ever with Roger that I got off on any of this misery. He used the recording on me when we got back. Told me I was his bitch and to get used to it. 

I believed him and he started pushing me to leave you before he forced it. I knew my marriage was as fucked as I was and it broke my heart. I put up a good front though, right? Good old cheerful Marylyn. Filthy whore and happy housewife. So I did what all good cheating wives do, I started slipping money aside because I knew I would need it. Roger kept pushing me and finally, well ..."

Marylyn fell completely to pieces at this point. None of this made any sense to me. Why in hell would she have continued knowing that prick was going to fuck her over anyway? I couldn't wrap my thoughts around that and I still can't. Suffice to say, I got her a drink of water and held her for a while. Oddly, Sarah was brushing Marylyn's hair with her fingers and kissing the top of her head.

"Marylyn, at this point, I don't want you telling me anything else, at least for now, unless Sarah wants to know more."

I looked over at Sarah and she just shook her head no. 

"Marylyn, look up at me. There is one more thing I do want you to tell me about. What did you feel when you saw the bastards cock in that jar?"

"I knew beyond doubt that you loved me but our lives and intimacy would be changed forever. I know you didn't do the deed but I also know it said 'nobody fucks with my man, David Stone'. I didn't shed any tears or shrink in fright when I saw it. I felt relief and hoped the fucking bastard was dead. Like I said earlier, I will take whatever relationship you will give me and be forever grateful for it. I've gone from being owned by a man I hate to being possessed by a man I love more than life itself... Also, so you know, I destroyed the papers you were served with."

We all returned to the house as Sarah rubbed my ass the whole way there. I am sure that was not lost on Marylyn.

End of Part II



The Epiphanous Spouses Pt. 03



This story is provided from a husband's perspective and certainly does not reflect the mundane experiences of my own journey through the joys and travails of marriage. It could be classed as something other than a Loving Wives tale but I think it fits the genre reasonably so. It is not a tale of an unwitting cuckold or a recollection of burning the dastardly bitch although there is cuckoldry and a bitch or two represented. It is rather long and being presented in multiple parts over a few days of submissions. It is also fiction and not a recount of any real life experiences in my life or in anybody else's life that I know of. I have taken literary liberties with certain aspects of the tale so if there are those who declare "Ayah, there is no way that could have happened like that!" well, perhaps you are right.

I am going to leave anonymous commenting open for now but will probably delete those comments that are not constructive and adding to any fruitful discussion. The story developed via character arching and was written free form i.e. without plot outlining and I have not submitted it to a peer editor.

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Part III

The detachment of the prior evening and the day's events acted to isolate me from the reality of my marriage and outside responsibilities. I had not talked with my children since the prior weekend and to be honest, I really did not want to at the moment. I needed to talk with Stephen but now was not the time. That could wait for more private and secure conditions. There was a lot I needed answers to and Stephen and John could provide them. There was also the thumb drive. Could I bring myself to watch what I suspected was on it? Could Sarah and I watch it together, enjoying popcorn and cheering our benefactors if it contained what I believed it did? I don't know. I was fucking his wife after he fucked mine for months. I had absolutely no intention of that but it happened, several times now.

I had a feeling of being just an observer in a well-directed play with all the scripts and props designed by an unseen director. It wasn't just whatever Stephen and John had arranged. It included Sarah and Mr. Stanhope. I think I laughed at that point. Since I was fucking his daughter now, would he mind much if I called him Harry? Or Daddy? For some reason I thought that was hilarious even though it really wasn't. I would always call him Mr. Stanhope even if I wasn't working for him. I couldn't picture him watching Marylyn's sexual antics. It was pornographic, detailed and HD quality. He has always struck me as Puritan. There were so many thoughts running through my head at that point that I was being pulled in too many directions and I was exhausted and collapsed onto Sarah's bed for a needed sleep.

It was a strange dream. Marylyn was laid spread eagled on a small bed on a small lighted stage with the audience sitting in the dark all around her. There were a few naked and attractive men posed in front of her, each at the ready to enter her moistened cunt. One of them stepped up to the bed and obscenely rubbed his prick up and down her open pussy. He was well endowed and when he entered her he took her forcefully causing her to explode in a thrashing orgasm. He withdrew himself and the next man took his place with the same orgasmic result. The others followed with the same. When they were done, she whispered for more but they couldn't do it again. Instead, Roger Morgan stepped up to the bed and stroking his very large cock, pushed it into her and began thrusting with his fat ass. Marylyn did not orgasm. Instead she lay there accepting his thrusting until he was close to orgasming when he stopped while buried deep in her and let out a horrific scream. He pulled away in terror and ran from the room. She then rose and announced that she was going home.

That is when I woke. I don't usually remember dreams. I tend to forget them as soon as I wake. Not this one. It was old Technicolor and in stereo. There is no way I could forget. Having woken, there were two women lying down next to me, each of us fully clothed sans shoes. Neither was asleep. Both were watching me awaken and said nothing for several minutes. I laid there thinking of each woman, our circumstances, their differences and similarities. I thought of Marylyn's explosive orgasms in the dream and Sarah's intense satisfaction in reality.

Knowing Marylyn was close, I turned to Sarah and asked "Do you love me?"

I thought I heard the mouth behind me take in a gasp of breath.

"I have since I first saw you when you were fourteen years old."

"And if I still love my wife?"

"I loved you when you married her. I'll still love you when you take her tonight right here next to me."

I rolled back and lay there. Somehow I had to process this and understand it. How could a woman that had only very recently been intimate with me have loved me for over thirty years? How could she continue knowing I loved my wife and had every intention of remaining her husband?

Marylyn broke the silence.

"Sarah is taking me to the house this afternoon to gather some more of my belongings."

I glanced at both of them and agreed. Besides, I needed some time of my own to process all of this.

"That would be good. Sarah, make sure she has what you think she needs. I have some things I need to do but before you go please get me the thumb drive that was taped to the package she brought over here last night."

"I already have it and both Marylyn and I watched it while you slept. It was everything I expected."

I looked to Marylyn and her glance was at the floor but when she raised her face, her eyes were both moist and on fire. She said nothing. They freshened up, changed clothes and left to go to our house while I toyed with the files in my hand. I wanted to watch and yet I thought I also didn't want to know. Roger lost his manhood and would never touch Marylyn again. Was that sufficient? On one level I wanted his balls as well. No, I wanted him dead but of course that couldn't be. It was not who I was. 

About an hour after they left, I inserted the drive into my laptop and started the video file. It began with Roger grunting another load of spunk into my wife. The time stamp was 1PM. When he pulled out, the milky white seminal fluid leaked out of Marylyn's pussy and she rose to go the bathroom. When she returned, she was crying and telling him she couldn't do this anymore, that it was too much now. Roger just laughed and called her a cunt and that she would continue until he said otherwise. Marylyn just looked down and proceeded to get dressed. When she left the apartment, Roger walked his naked fat ass over to his phone on the side table and made a call. I could hear one side of the conversation clearly.

"Yeah, she just left. Right. It's on for tomorrow evening. Yeah, OK. 

Let's use the Sheraton again like we did before. 

Of course. Feed the bitch some ecstasy and a good bit of tequila and she will whore that tight pussy of hers all weekend.

Yes, I'm telling you, when Denise, Tom and Billy set her up the first time there, that MILF was pure fucking delight. I've watched her porno a hundred times. You've seen it, she is fucking gold.

No, Denise is out of it. Billy has some young housewife from southside hooked who's in way deep over her pretty little head. I look forward to tapping that as well. We will get some serious shoots and video over the weekend that should bring us a few thou if the buyers stand up.

Don't worry. You and I are completely out of the shots. Nobody will know you were involved.

Yeah, OK. The only thing different is this time the whore is going to be doped a good bit more. I made her fuck over her old man today ... yeah ... tonight.

It was easy. I threatened to snatch her cute little baby sister and maybe her daughter and do the same fucking thing 

No, of course not but it scared the shit out of her. 

She is good for a lot more. I'm telling you when you fuck her you'll see what I mean. It's like hot butter when she gets doped up and the tequila just makes her hotter than a teenage Mexican whore.

I've fucked a lot of them and this one will rock your fucking world. She's that good.

If she wasn't doped? Fuck no. I fuck it couple times a week just to empty the balls, you know. It's when she's doped like that it's the best.

Ok, you gotta go. I'll call when we are ready to go tomorrow. Pick you up then."

Some things were making sense although now I really did want to kill him. To hell with his balls, I wanted his head in a jar. After the call, Roger went in the bath and started the shower. The fucker was actually singing. As soon as he stepped into the shower, three men entered the apartment and one of them laid out a towel and several tools and bottles on the dresser top. A small duffle was emptied and the contents placed in a chair. At that point, the men waited.

When I realized what was happening next, I fast forwarded the video. I had no interest in watching at that point and I didn't think I had the stomach for it regardless. I stopped when it appeared the men were talking with Morgan.

"Mr. Morgan, good afternoon. I know you might not recognize your surroundings for the moment. That will pass I assure you. We had to use an anesthetic for your surgery and the effects can be confusing when you first wake up. Are you with us, Mr. Morgan?"

Roger moaned slightly and nodded.

"Mr. Morgan, good. Let me assure you first that everything went well with the operation. There is only one thing we really have left to do at this point before we can call it a total success."

He stepped back and the two other men stepped forward and began pummeling Roger's face, chest and arms. When they finished, Roger's face was a bloody mess and he appeared unconscious. One of the men broke smelling salts under his nose and Roger coughed himself awake. The surgeon continued.

"Good. That was necessary because that is usually what happens when you are mugged, right Roger?

He could only nod.

"Yes, so you see, let me tell you what has happened and what you are going to do. First, you are going to tell the police that you were mugged and beaten unconscious and woke up as you are now. If you tell the police anything differently, we will know and will be forced to make a second visit to correct your understanding? Do you understand so far, Mr. Morgan?"

Roger nodded again.

"Great, so you see, we have taken certain measures into our own hands because we have what you could call an abhorrence toward certain behaviors that involve the procurement of wives in general and specifically those of our good friends. We think that generally speaking a man such as yourself should ask a woman's husband if it is acceptable to him to be cuckolded and his wife used for fornication with other men. Some might leave this to divorce but for us, that is such a messy, unfulfilling result. No justice in it at all."

Roger began looking around in something of a panic as if he just registered something in his mind.

"There are a lot of men out there that seem to be unhappy with the results of the procurement of their wives for your selfish pleasures, Mr. Morgan. So, we have taken it upon ourselves to solve the problem permanently. Now, remember what we warned you about. If we have to come back we will sever your spine at the C4 which will put you on a respirator for the rest of your life. Do you understand me, Mr. Morgan?"

Again, Roger, with panic on his face, nodded yes.

"Absolutely great! We are about to go but before we do, we need to show you something."

He retrieved a jar and brought it over to the bed. He lifted it to Roger's eye level and revealed its contents. Roger took one look and started to scream before one of the men placed a rag over his mouth and warned him to shut up. When he ceased, Roger began to cry and the man simply reminded him to cry like a bitch all he wanted but he had better remember their warning. At this point, he secured the jar in a duffle and the other two men began retrieving electronic equipment all throughout the apartment. Apparently, they were pulling all the surveillance. Before pulling the last camera that was recording these events, the man with the jar smiled into the camera and said 'Justice has been served, my friend'. The camera went dead at that point. The time stamp was 2:15PM. Everything was done in just a bit over an hour after Marylyn left the apartment.

I sat back in the chair somewhat in shock but satisfied but then I sat straight up. The camera that was recording all of the surgery was the same angle used for the video that Sarah showed me earlier. This was Mr. Stanhope's team. I secured the thumb drive and returned to the study.

A moving company showed up at the house shortly after that and one of the staff showed them where to put Roger Morgan's personal belongings. The rest of the furniture was to be given to Goodwill. His room was just one room down from Sarah's bedroom. I wondered about her choice. There were several guest rooms in this place and she could have had him at the far end of the house. Whatever her reasons, I was sure it would be torturous for him to be there. It might be dangerous to him for me to be there given my current mood.

The women arrived back at the house around 5PM with packed bags looking like they were going on an extended holiday. After having the bags taken to Sarah's room, they came back down and both gave me a hug and a kiss.

"We would have been back here earlier, dear, but Marylyn and I needed to have a good talk away from the influence of men. So, we have been shooting the breeze so to speak, clearing the air and coming to an understanding. She belongs to me this weekend, David. It is one of my conditions for what she was instructed with regard to the poor abused wife. Are you OK with that?"

I nodded thinking of John and his insistence. Marylyn just stood there not saying anything, peering out the window looking at a bird on the feeder.

"So, to celebrate our new found understanding, we are all going out to dinner, to Antoine's. I know you have been there with Daddy. It is such a great place and they have that swing band that plays on Saturday nights. We will have a blast and make a great night of it.

Come now, Marylyn and I have to get dressed and ready and we have a pleasant surprise for you. I brought along the Tux that was in your closet and those beautiful polished shoes you have there as well. We will have to beat the women off you with our brooms."

There was that throaty laugh again. Marylyn actually smiled a bit at that and I wondered if I was ever going to have that happy and exuberant woman back or was there a new woman that was emerging. I had no clue. I went upstairs and showered before changing into the Tux. We had 7:30 reservations with plenty of time to get there. While waiting for the ladies, I racked a few on the old man's billiards table and sipped his cognac. 'Cheers, Harry.'

The women came down the stairs at 6:30PM and I was floored. Both of them were dressed in matching blue dresses, each with low necklines and a deep back. Marylyn was wearing a diamond pendant I bought her for our 20th wedding anniversary with matching earrings along with black heels. Sarah had on her pearls with matching black heels. Each dress was cut to four inches above the knee with a revealing slit up one side. Neither wore stockings and no lines were visible. Sarah's nipples were slightly aroused and visibly poking through the material. I knew Marylyn's would when the evening air crept through the dress.

"Come here, David. We need pictures."

Sarah had handed her camera to one of the staff and she positioned the three of us next to the hearth, a woman to each side of me, both clutching my arms. We all smiled and then she directed that there be one of Marylyn and me, of Sarah and me, and one of Marylyn and Sarah. I looked like a man with two dates to the prom. We left for the restaurant in Sarah's BMW with me driving and both women insisting on sitting in the back. With everything else swirling around in my head now, I made no objection. There was obviously something going on between the two women but it had not been shared with me yet.

After the valet took the car we sat at the bar while we waited for our table.. Both women were ravishing and toying with my mind, Marylyn being the much more subdued of the two. Sarah would lick her pink lips and smile. Marylyn would just have her Mona Lisa going on. I didn't really know what to make of it. At the table, each of the women took a side of me and we enjoyed a wonderful meal over the next hour or so. 

I contemplated the past 24 hours as I watched both of them. We talked about a lot of things. One thing we never mentioned was Roger. Sarah would discuss how short above the knee a summer dress could be. Marylyn would come back with the appropriateness for going braless for various tops. I was for both. When dinner was done, we decided to enjoy an after dinner brandy and then stroll down to the river walk just below the restaurant. It was a popular place for the younger crowd as well as the middle aged. There were a handful of jazz clubs as well as pop discos, mostly for the college, 20 something crowd. Antoine's would have their swing band in an hour or so. Until then, we were bar hopping. We ended up in a jazz/dance club that seemed to cater to the 30-40 age set with a few more mature people thrown in for good effect.

All three of us were drinking and I stuck to bourbon and water hoping to stay manageable. The ladies were drinking margaritas and knowing what the tequila does to Marylyn, I started to object just a bit. Sarah immediately shut me down and said it wasn't my call. Oddly, she considered Marylyn to be her pet for the evening, her "little kitty" as she put it and that I could have her back when we went home later 'if we make it there' as she put it. Well, my eyebrows must have risen a bit because there was that throaty laugh.

I started dancing with each of them, alternating between songs. At one point, a woman came over to the table and asked me to dance with her. I looked over at the ladies and Sarah just looked at the woman and said 'Sure ... Just bring him back with his trousers buckled up' and she laughed. Marylyn laughed as well as she sat close at Sarah's side. 

Something was definitely brewing here. I just didn't know the flavor yet. I danced with the woman to an up tempo song and she was good. I glanced back at the table and a man had joined them, talking and laughing. The woman was named Joy and she said the man at the table was her husband and had been fascinated with the two "beautiful women in the blue dresses" since we arrived so she thought she would escond me and give him a shot at them. Of course she played with the joke but I was guessing there was some truth to it. She kept me on the floor for the next softer number and was not at all shy about her body contact. 

She was good. I was being seduced on the floor while my wife and my, well, other woman, were being shark attacked. I glanced over and another man had joined the table. Joy just kept maneuvering me further and further away as if distance would give the peckerwood an upper hand. Her bodily ministrations did well enough on my own wood and I'm sure she noticed as she pressed closer into me. The song was going to end shortly and that meant I either subdued the man in my pants or stay out for another song. 

It ended up being the latter and when I glanced back, one of the men was leading Marylyn onto the floor as Joy's husband slid in closer to Sarah. Well, this was getting interesting. Joy wasn't kidding. She was playing wing woman and her husband and friend were going in for the pussy. I didn't see Marylyn anywhere but Sarah was holding her own although the husband clearly had his hand on her thigh. She caught my eye and winked while letting her thigh just slightly relax. At that point I knew it was all a game and the husband didn't yet realize he was being cock teased in a most cruel way. I whispered into Joy's ear while enjoying her wonderful body.




The Epiphanous Spouses Pt. 03



" I suspect your husband is going to have awful blue balls tonight. Are you prepared to take care of him when the time comes?"

"Well, I was more than prepared to take care of you for the rest of the evening." She said as her fingers squeezed the erection in my trousers. With two women on your arm and both of them so sensual, hubby figured you for players. I think he's right about the one he's with but she doesn't play without you, does she?"

"You would have to ask her yourself. I think she has more of a leash on me than I on her"

"Now, that is interesting and what a delightful game that could be" she purred.

The song ended at that point and we worked our way back to the table. Only Sarah and Joy's husband were there. I learned his name was Ralph. We had been out on the floor for probably 20 minutes or more.

"Where is Marylyn?"

"I sent her away for a while to dance with some men at another table and I see your trousers are still buckled up. Thank you, ma'am, for returning the merchandise."

Joy gave her welcomes with an amused smile on her face.

"He is a delightful man and turned out to be quite excited to dance with me. I know I pressed on him more than I should but he seems to have stood up to it well enough."

The double entendres were not missed. Sarah just soaked it in beaming with a broad grin. We both sat down at the table as Ralph rose to excuse himself to the men's room. Upon closer inspection, it appeared that Ralph was really three sheets to the wind and most likely would not have been up to the task was Sarah willing to give him a piece tonight.

"I'm going to call him a cab in a bit and send him on home. He can't handle the intoxicating aroma of attractive women in blue dresses."

"Joy, that is quite alright. I allowed him certain liberties just for the memories" Sarah replied and laughed uproariously with Joy joining in. She excused herself and approached her returning husband and directed him to the cabs outside, giving him cab fare for whatever journey he was to take. She then returned to join us. I tossed out a comment.

"Joy, that's an interesting relationship."

"Indeed it is. He does what I want , when I want it and how I want it. I do him as I please but, I love the oaf and he loves me. He just gets off on certain things." She smiled and said "I'll whip his ass tomorrow and make him feel good."

That perked Sarah up quickly. "I'd like to watch that! David, would you ever let me do that to you?"

That was followed by another round of laughter. She was getting a bit sauced herself but it was her night and for her anything goes I guess.

"Of course I would as long as you kiss it well afterwards."

"Oh David, you already know I'll do more than that!"

For an odd reason, I thought of Marylyn at that moment and began looking around. Sarah leaned over and whispered to me, loud enough for Joy to hear.

"David, Honey, I told my little kitty that she had to have one satisfying experience tonight before she could come back to the table. Remember, she isn't yours until we get back to the house."

I didn't quite know how to take that and I'm sure Joy didn't so I shrugged and nodded. Marylyn was clearly not on the dance floor or at a table so my guess she was doing what Sarah had requested. This was turning into a surprising relationship very fast.  

Another man came over to the table and asked Joy to dance and off they went. I grabbed Sarah's hand and we took the floor.

"Sarah, you have to tell me what is going on. I'm not sure I approve of what you have her doing. In fact I'm pretty sure I don't, at least not outside the crazy goings on of this weekend. I'm letting you pull your strings but don't you think this is over the top?"

She buried her face into my neck and licked my ear. Jesus, I felt like I was on a Twilight Zone episode.

"David, remember that I thought she was a submissive. Now I know it beyond any doubt. Our girls talk covered a lot of things, David, including how she could have ever been caught up in all this. Her buttons and switches were pushed and started and I doubt they can just be turned off and on as you please. Maybe they can. I don't know but I'm finding out. If you want me to stop, I will and I'll tell her to be little Miss Obedient Wifey. Yet, I don't think you know what you have with her. She has a deep BDSM streak in her that the bastard awakened somehow. Before you ask, I know she hates him and never got off with him at all. She got off with the others because she was being taken. That's what you are going to do later this evening, David. You are going to take her like a whore and I'm going to join in when the time is right. This is the weekend where everything goes, right?"

"To a point, Sarah. If it crosses the threshold where I can't handle it, I'll let you know. Running off to have a 'satisfying' experience is just about there."

"Hmmm but not there. Don't worry, Dear, that is all I am having her do with anybody else tonight. I wonder if the younger college boy got her Hmm, we shall see... and speaking of the little temptress, here she comes now."

I watched as Marylyn returned to the table taking a seat and politely shaking her head no to the young man who followed her back in. She pulled a compact out and brushed her hair quickly and lifting her gaze to the dance floor, saw Sarah and I. I smiled and waved and she did likewise as Sarah continued her teasing with the tongue. When the song ended, we returned to our table and as we scooted in, Sarah told Marylyn to show her just as she instructed. Marylyn immediately French kissed Sarah and swirled their tongues together. Breaking the kiss, Sarah spoke.

"You naughty girl, you let a man do it in your mouth and with your husband here too."

She laughed and Marylyn looked up at me meekly.

"That's OK, my little kitty, I told him of our game so don't worry, you are still mine. You do still want to be mine, little kitty?"

Marylyn looked at me and then at Sarah and said "Yes, Miss Sarah."

"For how long?"

"As long as you want me."

At this point, Joy returned with the gentleman who had been occupying her for the last several minutes and they joined us at our table.

"Hello again. This handsome man here is Andy and he has been a gentleman 75% of the time this evening."

Sarah looked him over and smirked.

"OK, so he's batting 250. What gives" followed by that laugh again.

The whole table chuckled at that and Joy continued.

"Listen, Andy says he has a standing invite to a private party at the Sheraton tonight that is supposed to be really wild, one of those all nighters. Free booze and a band plus they have some rooms reserved for those that need it, well, those that want it too, of course. We are thinking of walking over. It's actually just around the corner."

My mind just perked up several notches and being the one with the lowest alcohol level at this point, I think I was the only one of the three of us that was putting some things together. I shot a look at Marylyn and she was just buzzed out on the tequila from her margaritas. Sarah was listening to and watching both Joy and this new fellow, Andy. 

I was thinking back to the scene of the original crime, the Sheraton. The bastard had mentioned the Sheraton and a party tonight on his phone call before Lady Justice cancelled his invite. A wild party, booze, all night ... at the same place. It was too much of a coincidence yet I also knew that on a Saturday night in town, there might be a dozen such parties at any number of hotels down here. 

I watched our new man, Andy a bit. His eyes would shift from Joy to Sarah and Marylyn taking in the cleavage and their feminine beauty. Any man would but he continued even with Joy at his side who by the way was seriously buzzed. He hardly acknowledged me which was a warning. I mean he joined my fucking table, not Joy's.

"Yeah, I know some of the guys hosting it. It's all on the up and up, you know. We're all adults so, yeah, it gets wild but if stuff is going on that some don't wanna mix with, then they do their own thing. It's all cool. If you get too tanked, I know a couple of them have reserved a few rooms to crash in, or party if that's your thing."

"What do you say, David? Take a walk on that wild side for a bit? We can skip the band tonight and do that another time."

Sarah was for it. I'm guessing the thumb drive conversation didn't register with her or she is too loaded to take note of it. Then, there is Joy. If this is a bad deal, then she could be seriously taken advantage of in her condition. I had no way of knowing so I stuck my neck out.

"All right, but one more dance before we go. Come on Sarah."

Sarah whispered in Marylyn's ear and they both smiled. Andy walked Joy on the floor and I did the same with Sarah. I purposefully put some distance between us and them.

"Sarah, I don't think you are that bombed. I need you to listen to me."

"I'm listening, sweet man, and you are right, I'm not that smashed. I picked up on more than you think although I know Marylyn didn't. If I told that tequila kitty to take her clothes off right now, she would. That's what I'm trying to show you tonight."

"Yeah, well, OK, but you need to know. I'm guessing this is the same crowd that your prickless husband was talking about on the video this afternoon. You remember, you watched it right?"

"Of course and I was wanting to get a look at the debauchery without being debauched, know what I mean?"

"Yes, I know what you mean but that might be easier said than done. A roofie to me and I'm out leaving you ladies completely vulnerable. I think we should take Joy under our wing and stiff Mr. Andy at the bar, dump him. Otherwise she is likely to get used bad, maybe worse if it's the same party I'm thinking about. Look, I'll get Joy on the floor and out the door and get her to Antoine's. You and Marylyn sucker Andy with your feminine charms and ditch him. Sound OK?"

She whispered 'yup' and we ended the dance. We did as planned and I got Joy on the floor before telling her she was going to party with us for the evening. She was drunk enough as it was but also fucking horny for me. One squeeze of 'biggie' and she was in. We slipped off the floor and out the side before heading up the walk to Antoine's.

The two of us hit the bar and were enjoying a bit of a rest which was hard to do because Joy's ass was just itching to 'swing' on the floor. Somehow I kept her contained for about 20 minutes before I lost out and had to hit it with her. I kept looking for the girls but they hadn't shown up. After 3 dances, I was starting to get a bit concerned. We had been here almost 40 minutes and there was no sign of them. Finally there they were two hotties in blue dresses, milfs, well one of them anyway. I breathed a sigh and led Joy back to our table and waved them over.

OK, so now I was one man at a table of three beautiful women. Life is hard so I relaxed and had a glass of Chardonnay. The view was wonderful. After a respite, I danced with Marylyn, the first of the evening. Playing along with the game, I asked Sarah's permission first which Joy thought to be uproariously funny.

"You are asking your wife for permission to dance with her, what did you call her, your little kitty? Mr. David, you are just like my Ralph hahahahahaha."

Sarah burst into giggles almost choking on her drink. Marylyn just clutched my arm and I kind of stood there not saying anything as Sarah was referred to as my wife.

"Oh I make him do that all the time now. He is such a good man."

The two ladies were roaring while I escorted my wife, Marylyn, to the floor. It was a slower number so we could dance close and talk. She held me close and kissed me on the neck as she glanced at the table almost like she was seeking approval.

"Are you OK with what is happening tonight, Marylyn?"

"Yes, David, I am happy with anything that makes you and Sarah happy. I sincerely mean that."

"And this game that Sarah is playing?"

"Oh no, honey, it is not a game to her or to me. When she says I am her little kitty tonight, she means it. Sarah and I talked a long time this afternoon. We hugged and cried and laughed and she showed something about me that I didn't realize, why I gave into what I did even though I hated who I was with. Do we need to talk about this tonight? I will if you want. I'll do anything you tell me to do but I'd prefer to do this later, OK?"

I was a good bit conflicted but I relinquished.

"Of course, we will talk about it later. So, in the meantime, you are our little kitty?"

"No, honey, I am Sarah's little obedient kitty and only hers. Those are the rules she has insisted I follow tonight. She has seen fit to allow me certain liberties with you though."

She squeezed my cock through the trousers and gently bit me on the earlobe.

"I watched Joy groping your package, David. Did you enjoy that?"

"She didn't find it soft." Her chuckle was soft and refreshing. It reminded me of our more innocent times and I felt a short pang of regret. She dismissed that quickly.

"Good, my husband never disappoints any woman... Do I feel good for you tonight, my husband?"

"Very much but the song has ended and I must return the little kitty to her owner, I suppose."

"Yes, you must but I don't see her there now. Did she tell you my rules for the evening?"

"No, she has not."

"I am to ask her permission and I am do everything she tells me to, regardless of my feelings on the matter and she stressed this, nor your feelings. I was uncomfortable with that given our circumstances but she assured me she would have your approval for everything."

"I agreed to her for this evening. We shall see about tomorrow. There have been a lot of changes in our lives lately but we shall not talk any further on that. I shall return you."

"That is OK, David. If she is not there, I am to sit at the bar with my drink and wait for her to return. I am sure there will be men to refresh it. I hope you do not mind but that is what I am to do."

I went along with it and watched her take one of the few empty seats at the bar. She crossed her legs and in no time was joined by a couple of men at the ready for a refresh. Sarah's game was dangerous for controlling the libido. She had been drinking tequila most of the night yet seemed to be in some control, as long as the men didn't start giving her shots. Then, all bets would be off and I might have to intervene.

"Hello, stranger."

Joy tapped my shoulder and then gave me a pleasant hug.

"Your wife has decided that other men are more interesting tonight so she is dancing with a couple of them and chasing shots at their table. And I see that her kitty girl has attracted some wolves of her own."

She was looking at the bar and watching a couple of the men getting very friendly with Marylyn. Masculine hands were on the thigh and on the lower back with a clear line of sight to an erect nipple that under different circumstances would be ripe for plucking. 

"Ohhh she is gonna get fucked tonight" Joy purred while rubbing my belly.

I was thinking the same thing but I promised I would not interfere. I trusted Sarah to keep things under control but she was off doing shots with a table of men. This might not be good but Joy then whispered to me.

"Don't worry, big boy. Your wife is drinking watered shots. She already talked to the bartender and they have been bringing her basically colored water for most of the time she has been over there. She asked me to tell you not to worry, that she can control drunken horny men 6 days a week and she hopes this isn't the 7th Ha! In the meantime, I'm to let her kitty girl know to join her at their table. That leaves you and me, handsome. Get me drunk and take advantage of me?"

"Remember that leash?"

"Oh do I. I'm hoping she'll let me tug hard on it before the night is over although you might have competition from the table she's at. I've danced with all of them and one fellow seems pliable enough to me. Now her kitty girl, I'm guessing that if you play your cards right, your wife will let you tap that piece of ass nicely."

"Do you? You think I should go for it?

"Well, you came in a party of three down at that club and I'm guessing that's what she has in mind when she gets you home. That's why I'm keeping my options open with Mr. Pliable there. I like them submissive you know. Not too much but kinda like you, you know? Masculine as hell but pliable and willing to please!!"

That was interesting. I had not seen myself as submissive in that sense. Maybe there was some other "sense" I didn't realize. I parked that thought for the time being and turned my thoughts back to Marylyn. I wasn't comfortable with a man rubbing her nipple through the neckline of her dress but that was clearly what he was doing and Marylyn had closed her eyes in response and with a clear shot sitting next to her, I knew what was up.

"You better hurry or the little kitty is going to start taking her clothes off right there."

Joy scooted off to the bar and mingled with the small group at Marylyn's perch. I probably should not have trusted any of them but for whatever the reason, I trusted Ms. Stanhope to keep her wits while also enjoying herself. I switched to soda water & lemon and acquired a Camacho Corojo from the bar's humidor. Antoine's has an upper level veranda that allows diner's and patron's to enjoy a good smoke and have a drink while watching the activities below. I thought I should have come up here to begin with. It was quieter and had a great view of everything on the floor. I lit the cigar and settled into one of the comfortable chaises, observing the crowd below. This was great. I could watch Marylyn and Joy at the bar with their hands on admirers. Joy was taking her time moving my wife back to Sarah, instead seeming to enjoy all the man-attention. 

Sarah had left her table and I spotted her slow dancing with one of the men she was with. He was older than us, maybe middle fifties, attractive, appearing fit. They looked good together but then, she was looking at me and not him. She caught my observations and gave me just a hint of a sly smile. The man's hands were not on her ass but just at the beginning of her bum. Ms. Stanhope is most definitely a cock tease. She looked up at me again and pointed to Marylyn and Joy, pointed back at herself and gave me a thumb up. So, she had things under control. That seems to be a consistent pattern and away from the fog of the noise and music and women and other distractions, I started to think on the events of the day and before.

It was a cacophony of opposing emotions and activities. I had spent months preparing myself for Marylyn's slip from reality and John's harsh intervention. When it finally occurred early yesterday evening, it was as if I had been transposed into another reality. It was hard to understand. The emasculation of Roger Morgan and the submission of Marylyn beginning with the package and its letter combined with Sarah Stanhope's utterly successful seduction of me created my own David's Wonderland. The intrigue of old man Stanhope's involvement and the certainty of Sarah's deeper knowledge of circumstances just fueled my overly curious mind. My brain toyed with John's involvement, the Friday crew of characters, and knowledge of the cameras and then I jumped ahead to the intense sexual surrender of myself and Sarah to passions I had no clue of just days earlier. 

Now, my wife sits at a crowed bar, her lithe body barely hidden by a soft blue fabric, completely engaged by gathering wolves who in stark terms have only her feminine treasures in mind and how they might partake of her pleasure. I've seen it before. We all have. Women being hit on at a bar but this one was doing it at another's bidding.

The soft touch at my shoulder brought my thoughts back to the present and I glanced up at a pleasant looking woman smiling at me from the side of my chaise.




The Epiphanous Spouses Pt. 03



"You looked for a moment lost in another world there. Might I join you here? I really didn't want to sit alone up here."

I took her in. She was probably my age or close, toned and athletic like Marylyn, fashionably dressed but not in a sexy way. She looked like she had come for dinner and had strolled in by mistake, perhaps out of place.

"Of course, where are my manners? Please, join me. My name is David."

"Thank you, David. Mine is Janet. You seemed lost in thought while watching the partiers down below. Is one of them yours?"

Well, she was perceptive.

"I suppose one of them is, perhaps another one as well. The blue dress number at the bar."

I nodded in that direction and watched as a man caressed the thigh and wondered why Sarah had not stepped in.

"Ah, she is quite the magnet and the bees have found the honey. Mine is on the floor with the yellow dress. He likes to dance and me, well, I like the conversation. Besides, I can't compete with her assets when he can't understand a word I say. Have you ever been in that situation?"

"Ms. Janet, lately, more often than not. Take my blue dress over there at the bar for example. I could talk all night and she would still sit there and draw those bees. Now, I am guessing that the fellow with his hands almost to her bum thinks he is going to get lucky tonight. Do you think he is going to get lucky, Janet?'

She looked at me inquisitively and shook her head.

"I've seen her there for the past hour now and I'm guessing she is a very pretty ornament but a couple men have come and gone and she is still perched there like a display. So, no, David, I think your little bird isn't going to make the wolf's night, at least not this night. Of course, you are sitting right here and I'm guessing she knows that, right?"

"Oh yes, she knows I'm here. I danced with her before she went to the bar."

"I did the same before my husband took up with Tweety down there." She nodded again at the flash of yellow.

It was swirling to the swing right next to the flash of blue. They could have been dancing together but they were not. Sarah was with another man, one I had not seen before. 'Tweety's' partner was the older man Sarah had been dancing with earlier.

"Your husband was dancing with the woman in blue earlier."

"Oh yes. They know each other. She is the daughter of one of my husband's business partners, Sarah Morgan. Now if he thought he was going to tap THAT, he wouldn't be dancing with Tweety. I believe I saw you dancing with her earlier as well. If I'm not mistaken, she and your bird over there are wearing nearly identical dresses."

"Why they certainly are. Imagine that!" I toyed with her.

"And they came in together too."

"Janet, I must admit, my wife is a recent acquaintance of Ms. Sarah's and I am in the employ of her father, Mr. Harry Stanhope. The truth of the matter is, I am their designated driver this evening and overseer of their good fortunes, whatever that might be."

Janet just sipped her drink and smiled.

"In that case, I won't hit you up for a ride home when my husband ditches me for 5 and a half feet of fresh assets."

"Would he do that?"

"Oh, not really. He would probably bring her along and I would drive."

I think I arched my brow at that and Janet just gave me a quizzical look as we continued our banter and conversation. She was very pleasant, someone I actually enjoyed conversing with and we talked about her husband, about Mr. Stanhope, even Sarah to some degree. Janet and her husband apparently had a "modern" marriage, her term, although she admitted she was not an often participant in such things. I only touched around the edges of my circumstances with my 'bird' at the bar but she seemed to sense our new found alternative state of affairs. Under different circumstances I would have enjoyed conversing with her for a full evening however my interruption and charge had arrived.

"Why David, Dear, you look wonderful. You have met our old friend, Janet? Janet, it's always nice to see you again and tell Donald if his hands go any further south next time, I'll kick his ass and Elizabeth will NOT bring him his chocolate cake for his next birthday party!"

Her laughter was back and she slid in next to me, cuddling closely. The apparent implications would be hard to dismiss unless Sarah was this friendly to all the men, which I knew she wasn't. Although this was the first time I had been with her out in public like this. Janet just had that knowing smile on her face.

"Sarah, if he touches your ass, just break his fingers. He knows better. Now, I was telling David here that he might have to fetch me home if Donald runs off with that Tweety bird."

"Oh don't worry about that. You can come home with us and let Tweety ... Ha! That is funny, it must be that bright yellow dress, right? Tweety can drive him home. Besides, we are getting ready to head out of here. I've got plenty of room and Daddy's out of town until Monday. David and his wife Marylyn are staying as guests at the house this weekend anyway, so it's all on the way home regardless. Of course, if you rather, we can go by your place too. OK, David?"

I just went with the flow not knowing how this was all going to turn out. Apparently Joy was hooking up with some fellow who fancied her and would be taking care of her for the rest of the evening. While she was certainly attractive, I had enough women on my hands as it were without a third or given Sarah's invitation, a forth. We retrieved Marylyn at the bar to the consternation of a couple of fellows. She adjusted her dress to more securely hide her nipples and took Sarah's arm when we left. 

Janet took my arm and the valet retrieved our car. Janet settled on having us drive her to her home and before she left us, she insisted on one of my business cards and wrote her contacts on another.

"Call me for dinner some evening soon, David." Her fingers traced mine as she handed it back and she said her pleasant goodbyes to Sarah and Marylyn.

End of Part III



The Epiphanous Spouses Pt. 04



This story is provided from a husband's perspective and certainly does not reflect the mundane experiences of my own journey through the joys and travails of marriage. It could be classed as something other than a Loving Wives tale but I think it fits the genre reasonably so. It is not a tale of an unwitting cuckold or a recollection of burning the dastardly bitch although there is cuckoldry and a bitch or two represented. It is rather long and being presented in multiple parts over a few days of submissions. It is also fiction and not a recount of any real life experiences in my life or in anybody else's life that I know of. I have taken literary liberties with certain aspects of the tale so if there are those who declare "Ayah, there is no way that could have happened like that!" well, perhaps you are right.

I am going to leave anonymous commenting open for now but will probably delete those comments that are not constructive and adding to any fruitful discussion. The story developed via character arching and was written free form i.e. without plot outlining and I have not submitted it to a peer editor.

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Part IV

The house was empty when we entered, the help having left much earlier in the evening. Two well liquored women and one halfway sober man did a standoff in the den. I needed to piss and both women went upstairs to "change into something comfortable", one of the oldest of clichés. I slipped off the jacket and tie and fixed a bourbon and coke after turning on one of the old man's vintage jazz cds. He had good taste, Bill Evans Trio. I turned it up a bit and kicked back on the couch. Truth is I was horny as hell. I had been teased by not one but four women tonight and I wanted the silky touch of at least one of them.

Sarah and Marylyn walked down the staircase and into view of the Den. Sarah had on matching silk pajamas, the top opened to the navel. Marylyn was topless and wearing the tiniest of thongs. Shaved completely smooth, she glistened in a light sheen of body oil. Her usual light brown hair was pulled back tightly and French braided in the back. She still wore the diamond necklace and earrings. What was new was the silver chain around her waist and the leader attached to it with the other end in Sarah's hand. Her eyes were on mine and I read meekness, submission and yet, some fire in them.

"Kitty, go perch at the man's feet."

Marylyn obediently performed as Sarah directed.

"David, dear, do you like my little bitch? I think she is delightful."

I nodded as my cock grew.

"Good, because I rather enjoy having a bitch around to play with and I am certain she is a satisfying whore when it comes time for that. I think she is both a delightful bitch and a cockwhore and just needs the right people to channel that in the proper direction.

"My little bitch, were you nice to all the gentlemen tonight, as I instructed you to be?"

Marylyn just nodded but Sarah reached down, turned her face and slapped it.

"Answer me, bitch, when I talk to you."

"Yes, Ms. Sarah, I was accommodating to them all, as you wished."

"Good, now let me be clear, the next time you don't answer me properly, I will whip your whore ass in front of my man here. Would you prefer that?"

"No, Ms. Sarah."

"I don't believe you but we will leave that for now."

Sarah looked at me with drunken mischievousness, licked her painted lips and sat down next to me.

"Look up at us, bitch."

Sarah then turned and pushed those wet lips onto mine and groped my engorged cock through the trousers. She tugged the buttons of the tux free and reached her hand inside finding my cock and toyed with it. Marylyn kept her eyes on us as Sarah pulled my hard prick into view and stroked it in front of her face.

"Whose cock is this, bitch?"

"It is my husband's cock, Ms. Sarah."

"Yes, and who owns this cock now?"

"Ms. Sarah, you own my husband's cock."

She let my cock hang free as she lifted her ass off the couch and pulled the silk bottoms off and over her legs. Swinging a leg across my belly and scooted down the couch a bit, her pink, wet pussy was opened and exposed, level with my wife's face. She played it obscenely with her fingers while stroking my prick with the other hand.

"Bitch, slide your little fingers up and down my man's cock while I play with my pretty wet pussy, the same one he fucked last night and this morning. Look at it, whore. Look at the wet pussy your husband now gets to enjoy. It's so wet, so hot, pink and ready for him. I want to fuck your husband so bad and I'm going to. But first, you fucking wet bitch, you are going to lick your owner. Do it."

Marylyn hesitated only slightly before turning to Sarah and bringing her tongue and lips to Sarah's moist sex. She licked and tongued the pussy until I felt Sarah's hand on my shirt tense up and grab a fistful of cloth. I knew where she was. Her ass fucked up into Marylyn's mouth and she was brought to a quivering orgasm smearing her wet quim over my wife's face. I bent down and sucked a nipple into my mouth.

"Lick my ass for good measure, bitch."

I stood up as Marylyn complied and removed the remainder of my clothing. When she was done, I pulled Marylyn's face toward my erect cock and told her to suck it. She pushed her pussy smeared lips over the head of my cock and began taking me into her mouth. I grabbed the back of her head and started fucking it.

"Suck my man's fucking cock, you cunt. Suck him until you are told to stop."

I didn't know how long I could hold out at this rate. Marylyn was always a great, no, tremendous cocksucker, and she didn't hold back this time. If I didn't stop her, I was going to flood her throat with seed. Sarah's fingers were flying in and out of her sloshy cunt as I buried my dick in my wife's throat.

"Pull your slut lips off him now and go upstairs and get on the bed and take your fucking cunt cover off too."

She did as she was told and I could tell from the flushed skin and her very subtle quivers that she was very aroused. I have been with her so many times to know when she is like that. Her body becomes on fire, erotically. Sarah pulled me down to her and began kissing me, tonguing my mouth and playing with my prick.

"Baby, I have her where I want her now. I own her and she is willing and I have you too. I'm going to keep you both."

She licked my throat and kissed my lips again.

"You and I are going to talk more in the morning, I know, but I want you to know that I know what she needs and I have exactly that, loving ownership, discipline and the knowledge of how to turn on the whore that is inside her. She is a raging cunt, a cockwhore, David, and through it all, she loves you more than life. So I'm going to show you how to fucking use her like the whore she is and I'm hoping, sweet man, you'll continue to make wonderful love to me afterwards, and not just tonight.

Now, baby, it's time to whip that bitch, fuck her hot pussy and take that ripe ass, take back what should have been yours all along."

We climbed those stairs together naked and entered the bedroom.

"Assume the position I told you to take, cunt whore."

Marylyn brought her knees to the edge of the bed, turned her ass in the air and lowered her torso onto a large pillow. I could see her pussy was wet and opened and aroused.

"That's better, my little sweet bitch. Now, tell us, whore. Were you unfaithful to your husband again this evening?"

"Yes, Ms. Sarah."

"Why?"

"Because you told me to."

"Tell me what you did and with who."

Marylyn hesitated long enough for Sarah to bring her strap hard on her upraised ass cheeks. She stiffened and pushed her face into the pillow but stayed in place.

"Tell us, whore, or I'll beat your slut ass for the rest of the night."

Sarah brought another strike to her reddened ass and she began. My cock hardened at her reaction.

"I went with the man to the other table as you told me and I danced with three of them. All of them were feeling me and taking liberties with my breasts and ass. After a while, the taller one who came to our table asked me to go out to the parking lot with him. I remembered what you told me and what it would cost if I disobeyed so I went with him. He led me to his car and we got in the back seat. I knew what he was doing but I wanted to please you as well so I did as he asked. He pulled my dress off of my shoulders and began sucking my nipples."

"Did you orgasm when he did that?"

"Yes."

Sarah turned and whispered in my ear "I told you, I know what turns her motor on now and you need to learn how to use her." Marylyn continued.

"Yes, I burst into an orgasm and the man was completely awed by it. He told me to take his cock out of his pants and I did. While I jacked him with my hand, he played with my nipples, pulling and pinching them. I then took his cock in my mouth and began sucking it and licking the head. 

It was a large head, uncircumcised and like a mushroom cap, spongy and hard at the same time. His skin was loose and slid over the head easily but when pulled back the head glistened. I felt myself start to cum again so I held it in my mouth until I came down. By then he was really horned up and started slowly fucking my mouth. He liked to call me his little married dick sucker that I was like his mom's friends, a whore. 

He told me to suck his balls and when I did, he got close to cumming before I stopped and took him in my mouth again. His hands went back to my breasts and I cupped his balls in my hand and stroked and sucked his cock until he was ready to empty in my mouth. He pulled out and told me to open my mouth and stick out my tongue. He then busted his load into my mouth and on my tongue. It was a large, gooey load, a lot more than I expected.

I did as you told me and swirled it around in my mouth to coat it with the taste of his cum. He wasn't going to get it up for a while so I pulled my dress up and told him I had to get back to my husband before he found me gone. He didn't want me to go but you told me I only had to do it once so I left. He followed me inside and to the table. I was polite about it but told him I couldn't go back out with him or his friends, which is what he really wanted. You were dancing with my husband so I sat and waited with taste of his cum still in my mouth and tongue. When you returned, I did as you told me and kissed your lips and tongue and proved to you that I had done what you told me to do."

My cock was at full attention listening to this and my mind was still trying to wrap itself around the idea that my wife let a stranger take her out to a car and proceed to blow his cock in the back seat. She cheated on me again but did so to satisfy the demands of the woman I fucked earlier, the wife of her paramour. I allowed it. The requirements of her choice the previous night required it if I allowed it. So was it cheating? I suppose not but it was certainly twisted. 

Had she become a twisted sexual nymphomaniac? I have never believed in the concept of a nymphomaniac. I think there are women who fuck for pleasure and others who fuck out of obligation. Marylyn seemed a mix of both and maybe that is the proper definition of nymphomania. She also got off in being in such situations, and of receiving punishments for her behavior.

"Marylyn, stick your whore ass in the air."

The strap came down hard again and Marylyn buried her face in the pillow to stifle the screams. Sarah continued with hard strong slaps of leather on her ass. The sharp sound of leather on her bare skin filled the room and her muffled grunts escaped the pillow. At one point before Sarah could bring another slap of the leather strap on her upturned ass, Marylyn burst into a moaning, grunting, shaking orgasm with her ass still high in the air, reddened deeply from the several hard, punishing blows. Her orgasm was long and when she finished, she collapsed before raising herself up again.

Sarah lowered herself down onto the bed and began kissing her ear and neck and soothing her with soft whispers. I could hear her whisper 'He loves you so much, you sweet bitch.' She continued kissing her and stroking her to give her some comfort. Looking back at me, her tone changed quickly.

"Now you fuck her. Take her cheating, whoring cunt and tap the bitch good. Take her cunt and her fucking asshole. I want to watch you break this fucking bitch with your cock. Whore fuck the cunt right here."

So I did. I almost felt sorry doing it but I did it anyway. I took Marylyn's cunt, her cheating pussy and did it roughly. There was no tenderness. I simply fucked her selfishly as if she were a $20 whore. 

About five minutes into it, she exploded in another orgasm and gushed her juices all over my prick. I had never seen her orgasm so much in such a short period of time. I continued stroking her pussy for a while until Sarah handed me a tube of KY.

"I want you to take her ass deep, David. Take it from her. That little puckered hole has your fucking name on it. Grease that fucker up and plow it."

Again, so I did. I was a bit gentler with her at first but once I was balls deep I plowed her. I fucked her ass just like the other men did. I used it and let the tight sheath milk my prick until I was ready to cum. I reached down and grabbed her by the braid at the back of her head and went balls deep and busted my nut inside her tight bung. Slowly stroking my cock in her and coming down from the high, she quivered again in another orgasm, not quite as powerful as before but one nonetheless. 

I pulled out of her and started for the bathroom.

"Marylyn, you cunt, get up and go clean your husband. He has your ass all over his cock, my cock. I want him cleaned completely."

She rose and followed me into the bath and shower, soaping me completely and cleaning every bit of me. When she finished, she took me in the mouth again and sucked me hard. When she was satisfied, she dried me with a towel and took her time drying my cock and balls. She then washed herself, dried off and we both joined Sarah back in the bedroom.

She had lit candles on the dresser and side table and was lying back on the bed propped up on pillows with her fingers gently masturbating her sex. I stood there watching as she motioned for Marylyn to join her. My wife did as beckoned and Sarah then motioned the same of me. Whispering in her ear, she directed Marylyn to place herself between her opened thighs and Marylyn's mouth soon took over from the fingers working her exposed pussy. Sarah's arms reached up to me and our mouths met in an embrace. One of her hands reached down and found my cock and she slowly worked it hard. With my wife continuing to eat her pussy and her hand jacking me , we explored each other with our tongues. She began softly moaning and I knew she was close. When she came she pulled me closer with her hand and exploded in a quivering orgasm.

When she had calmed down she had Marylyn lie at her side and she let me know what she wanted.

"Make slow, deep love to me, David. Take me now, baby."

So I did. I entered her moist pussy from between her thighs and embraced her body while slowly and deeply fucking her wonderful, tight sex. Her hands caressed my hair and her lips kissed my ears as she moaned her approval over and over. It was slow, long and deliberate with her breasts pressed against me and her heels resting on each of my ass cheeks. 

Marylyn lay next to us watching. I paid no attention to her and devoted myself to what Sarah wanted, my complete devotion to making love to her. Because I had already cum previously just a short while ago, we were able to fuck a long time. I felt her body beginning to respond more aggressively and knew another orgasm was close. Rising up on my arms, I quickened the pace and began slapping my balls against her beautiful ass. Hoping to time my release with hers, I enjoyed every milking squeeze of her wet pussy. I heard her gasp and we both orgasmed together, collapsing entwined with each other. I pulled out and rolled off to the side. Sarah turned to Marylyn and whispered.

"Eat his cum out of my pussy now, little kitty."

The last thing I remembered before drifting off to sleep were Marylyn's words in my ear "I love you, David." Followed by Sarah's whisper in the other ear "I've always loved you, sweet man".

Sunday was a day of rest not for religious ruminations but to recharge bodies otherwise exhausted not only by the physical realm but by the emotional toil of the past couple days. Both Sarah and Marylyn were suffering from imbibing the previous night but remained alert and cheery nonetheless. 

We all slept in until late morning and had brunch together on the veranda. I don't think any of us were really talkative. Marylyn was siting closer to Sarah than I but I tried not to read anything too much into it. I was waiting until later in the day to broach the subject of last night as well as how Marylyn found herself receptive to such behavior. This was an entirely different woman than the one I made love to Thursday evening and I didn't really know how to respond or even understand it.

Sarah and I had made love rather than just fucked. I've said it before but never in this lifetime prior to Marylyn's adultery would I have ever placed myself in such a position. I kept trying to answer whether or not I could love two women at the same time like that. I don't mean the physical aspect. Any of us could do that. No, this was an emotional struggle. 

I met Marylyn when we were both 19 and in our second year of college. Neither of us were virgins and we were sleeping together by the second date. I know I was exclusive after that and I think she was as well. There was a magic on that first date and by the end of that semester, we were in love and ready to meet the parents. They wanted us to wait until we graduated but we insisted otherwise and married the following summer. 

Until recently, I thought it was blissful and loving for 25 years. Now, I find myself questioning that assessment, at least from her perspective. It was a serious question. How does one go from being in a monogamous, rather straight and vanilla relationship for all these years to a cock-whore, submissive bi-sexual pain-slut or whatever it can be called. Even more, how could I be aroused by it? Lastly, there is Sarah. She says she has always loved me yet prior to this surreal weekend, my social interaction with her has been the occasional dinner or lunch and the occasional cocktail parties hosted by her father. There had to have been signs I missed.

I was determined to get some answers to at least a few questions that afternoon but before that I took a long walk with Marylyn in the garden.

"Marylyn, I've got a lot questions going through my mind today that need to be resolved. I told you I would continue to be your husband if that was your choice and I meant it. I also meant it in every way meaning I would continue to love you just as I have, just as I have for the past 25 years and hopefully for more than that to come. I married you for better and for worse and I'm hoping the worse is behind us."

She started to interrupt me but I cut her off.

"I know you are sorry. I've watched some of your dalliances and I've seen you weeping at times and I know that you love me yet you were going to throw it all away. That is what I am having trouble with. I know how deep you were into that scene. I know you hated that bastard Morgan but I also know you were consumed by the sex with the other men, as you told me. I haven't seen those videos but I've seen several of the one's with you and Roger and I don't see any of the excitement and passion you described about the other encounters with other men. You mentioned two such parties but I know there were more that he arranged after that first in the hotel with the two men that you talked about.




The Epiphanous Spouses Pt. 04



You've seen the video that came with that fucking cock in the jar. Jesus Christ, this is awful. How in hell do you allow yourself to drift so damn far?? You know he was going to prostitute you? Sell porn videos of you fucking these men? You watched the video, you know he was."

She was starting to cry now and I was getting angry. I took a breath and pulled myself together.

"Ok, I need to slow down. You are here now. He is fucking out of the picture, well, at least as far as putting his god damn hands on you again. But you have to help me understand how you went from you and I to where we are today with you and I and Sarah. What you did with Sarah last night? Not in a hundred lifetimes would I have placed you there. For that matter, I've known Sarah socially for 30 years and I would never have imagined myself in her arms like that, especially with you right there."

"David, you know I love you and there is nothing on this earth that I would not do for you. I mean anything. I will cut off my arms for you. I would laugh were this not so serious. Whoever wrote that letter knew how to twist my life into a pretzel after forcibly untangling it. Like I told you, seeing that bastards cock in the jar like that was almost a relief. 

I hate that fucker more than anything for what he made me do but David, I hated myself for the lust he created in me. Sarah pulled that self-hatred out of me yesterday afternoon and even the night before. Last evening, she was teaching me to re-commit myself to you and I by satisfying that pent-up lust. In return, I allowed myself to be completely submissive to her and trusting her to keep me safe. I think she pushed the boundaries on that but she also reminded me I had done much worse being coerced. This time there would be no coercion and she was right. I submitted to her because I wanted to submit to her. When I chose to return to you, I also chose to satisfy her. That meant agreeing for her to have both of us.

I don't know how to explain it any better. David, I have discovered that I am sexually submissive and crave those feelings at times. Not all the time but enough to know that this is something I want to continue with you. Sarah recognized that and showed me how I could have this and also help her realize desires she has kept hidden away for years. She will have to tell you about that, honey, but when she does, I hope you will agree that we did the right thing. 

If it turns out we didn't, then you can take me home and have the most devoted, obedient and loving wife you have ever imagined. If we did the right thing, you will have the same devoted wife but have two women who love you very much but in different roles. If what I have done disgusts you too much, then you can send me away. I will not hold you to anything."

Marylyn broke down at that point and I held her close reassuring her that whatever the case, I was not going to send her away or lose her. She would always be my wife and soulmate and I was not going to let anything spoil that again. I reminded her of the price paid by Roger Morgan and told her that is the level of my commitment to her. We walked back to the house knowing I had to have the same kind of discussion with Sarah at some point.

The rest of the afternoon was rather slow and uneventful. I took a drive by myself down to the river to just get out of the house for a while and to be by myself. Both of the women were walking around half naked and I couldn't think properly. As far as I could tell, Sarah's "ownership" of my wife was not in force, at least not for the moment. I kissed both of them goodbye and said I would be back in a couple hours or so. It ended up being four.

After leaving the riverfront park, I strolled through the downtown waterfront, the scene of our near debauchery last evening. The scene was definitely more subdued than the prior evening but several establishments were open for dining and brews. A few of the pubs had NFL games on and several clusters of tables were occupied with a few people milling about. 

I enjoyed the atmosphere. I could smell brats being grilled nearby so I went in and grabbed a stool at the bar, ordering a couple of them and a pint of Fosters. 

There was one table with three young college age girls at it with a couple of guys. The girls were I guess what folks call punk goth nowadays with heavy tattoos, body piercings and fairly revealing clothing. They weren't tramp clothes. They were just tight black jeans, a lot of black, lace, intentionally ripped short tees and crazy looking high heels. All in all, kind of strange but "alternatively" attractive, if that is an acceptable way to describe them. 

The two guys were just a couple of working stiffs trying to get lucky on a slow Sunday afternoon. They were each a bit loud and cocky but for the most part they were just two skinny guys that would look out of place anywhere that didn't serve paper cups. The next thing I heard was 'Motherfucker'. One of the guys was dripping in beer having just received a full pint of some kind of gold ale poured over his head. The girls rushed up from the table leaving the bewildered unfortunate men sitting there. 

Two of them headed out the door while the third came to the bar and took the stool next to me. She kind of looked me over, grunted something unintelligible and told the bartender she would 'have what he is having', pointing at me.

When she got her beer, she took a deep chug of it, impressing me of course, and then turned and asked me.

"Do you think I look like a cheap whore that chases dick all night and day?'

OK, that isn't asked of you every day. I didn't know what to say so I said "Of course not."

The two fellows from the table got up to leave and cast a stone eye at the girl and left the bar dripping beer off themselves like a leaky faucet. I must have missed the shot over the second guy's head. She just said 'Assholes" and tipped her beer up for another chug.

"Have you ever called a girl you just met a 'cunt'?"

"I can't say that I have. Is that what they called you?"

I didn't quite know what to make of this conversation. She was drinking age, just a bit older than my own kids and really quite attractive in her own way. Actually, remove some of the piercings, change the makeup a bit and do the hair differently ... yes, do the hair way differently and she would be quite attractive. She would have been hot in my estimation. Then I thought to myself that I had just pegged her like the two morons before apparently had. Looking past the outward appearance that was not my personal preference, she would still be the same woman inside or out.

"Yeah, that and other things. What a couple of imbeciles! Most guys just don't get it. We were just hanging out drinking beers on a fricking relaxing day, you know. Two turds in a slow boat, that's what they were."

She was angry but the fire flashing in her dark eyes was beautiful. I know that is an old cliché but some angry women do look beautiful. She was one of them. Then she burst into a brilliant smile, white teeth framed by those dark glossed lips. The accessories on her face seemed irrelevant unless they somehow defined her. I've never really sat down and talked to any of these alternative millennials before. My own kids were rather straight and simple in their tastes. They liked football, jeans and waterskiing and neat haircuts. 

This girl was defining who she was on her terms. I introduced myself and discovered her name was Kiera and that she was a copy editor for a weekly city paper. She was also doing day trading on the side. The waiter brought my brats over and I offered one to her, actually I insisted. My eyes were bigger than the old stomach.

"So beyond the obvious that both of the young men were looking to get laid, why would they have talked to you like that?"

She thought about it for a moment and gave what I thought was an interesting reply.

"If you give it some thought, isn't that the expectation in most human relationships, there is a game to get something from the other person in exchange for receiving something of comparable value? In a sense, we are all whores for something or another. In the case of the two turds there, they just came out with it but didn't realize they didn't have anything that I would have ever valued enough to let either one of them soil my girlies." She smiled brightly again. "So when I laughed at their brazen suggestion, the first one called me a cunt and the other two girls I was with, twats."

I nodded and she continued between bites of what was a delicious brat.

"So I drowned the two rat looking creatures and came over here. You just happened to be sitting next to me although since we are the only ones at the bar now, I could have gone down to the other end. Actually, I was thinking one of the pricks might have hit me or something and I didn't think the little shit would have done that if I sat next to you."

"You are probably right in that they were little shits but they are cowardly men as well, abusive mindsets."

"So, when I asked you that about me looking like a whore, you didn't bite. That was a good feeling. Girls like us and some guys too, you know, get hit with a bad image. It is like getting a piercing and a tat that isn't hidden, or one of those generic tribal things that everybody and their uncle have, is still taboo. You know, the 'I don't want my son hanging with that' kind of thing. So, Mr. Dave, tell me what you think a whore looks like?"

I wasn't sure how to answer that question and I kind of looked her over and said "Not like you." Of course she just laughed and told me I was being a bitch.

"I'll tell you what I think a whore looks like. My mother is a whore, one of the best. I look just like her except for the rings and tats and my hair. I don't think she would go for my nails either but other than all that I'm the spitting image of what a whore looks like. She's also the best mom on the planet, a totally fantastic cook and hands down the best in class potter in the business. So why is she a whore? One, she married my Dad for his money so there is that exchange thing right there. She loves him though, don't get me wrong. Two, she has to be the horniest piece of ass a man could ever ask for. Yeah, I know, I see your look."

She kind of smiled halfway and continued.

"Her problem, if that is what it is, is that she needs more than my Dad could provide so she discreetly procured a man here and there to, you know, sate her carnal desires. I say her problem because my Dad wasn't on the same page with it, not at all. He couldn't handle her love of the strange. His problem is he loved her to death and still does but they are divorced now. He remarried some straight laced corporate lawyer and she eventually moved on to fucking find herself with a Cuban junk dealer south of Miami. 

Now, he's miserable. She's 41 and hornier than ever and they both still love each other. But, Mom is a whore for dick, absolutely loves it and I give her another dozen years or so until she slows down. So, that's what a whore looks like, unhappily divorced and enjoying herself to the max."

That was an interesting story. I could relate to it. My own wife was a whore but I took a different approach. She is a great mom, a wonderful cook, beautiful to look at and somebody I want to be around every day for the rest of my life. Yet, she is a whore for much the same thing as Kiera's mom although perhaps on a different path of kink.

"Kiera, why doesn't your dad go back to your mom now that he knows he's miserable?"

That was it in a nutshell. The counsellors will ask that inevitable question. Are you happier without her than you would be if you stayed? If not, then something called pride was getting in the way of a sound decision. For some men they are happier abiding by principle than the happiness found in still having the woman you love as your wife. I could understand her dad's dilemma. I fought that same fight several months ago and took a very different path. Kiera looked at me and shrugged. Her view was he should just tough it up, find a piece on the side and enjoy life. I think in my case I was doing just that but I evened up the score along the way.

I bought the young lady another beer and chatted with her a good bit longer before giving her my contacts. She had some interesting ideas on trading and seemed to have a good analytical mind. Perhaps I might need to hire an associate at some point. We exchanged hugs and goodbyes and went our own way.

On the way back to the Stanhope home, I pondered a few things and made some decisions. It was after 6 when I arrived and Marylyn's car was gone.

"David, did you have a good afternoon?"

She looked beautiful. She always looked beautiful. Her breasts were always on display no matter what she wore and she had that fullness about her that announced 'woman' with every move. If I wasn't already married, I'd make it a mission to make her my wife and to hell with Roger Morgan.

"Sarah, I had a great afternoon with some good company, a couple beers, a brat or two and I feel refreshed. I've also made a few decisions but first, we need to talk and, by the way, where is Marylyn?"

Her eyes darted off to the side before returning and answering. "She went over to your place to pick up some things so she could stay another night."

Since the weekend was basically over and Mr. Stanhope returned in the morning, not to mention the grand entrance of the Bastard himself tomorrow morning, I wasn't sure staying was all that good an idea.

"Oh, I didn't know we were staying tonight as well. Doesn't that interfere with all the things going on tomorrow? We were picking up your husband in the morning I believe and your father?"

"Oh, Daddy knows all about it. I talked to him earlier. As for Roger, well, why don't we have that talk before we bring him up? Would that be OK?

I nodded and she hastened to the kitchen before bringing back a tray of fried boudan balls and dirty rice. The cook spent time with one of the restaurants in Baton Rouge a few years ago and this was one of her specialties and I honestly don't know of much better than this. We enjoyed the meal washed with sweet tea and then I settled in for my talk with Sarah.

"Sarah, I would like you to explain how and why you could say to me that you have always loved me. I realize the past few days and hours have been like a private Alice and Wonderland and my head is swimming in a conflict of emotions and to be truthful, I don't know how to sort them all out. So, if you would, let's first talk about your love and why, OK?"

She smiled that brilliant flash again and I felt like I was a kid about to be led to the candy store unless it was just a front for the dentist.

"David, I'm sure you don't remember but the first time I met you, I was completely smitten. I could barely get words out of my mouth. There I was a sixteen year old girl, worldly in my own mind, and I was stumbling over a skinny fourteen year old boy who hadn't even really begun to shave. I told myself it was silly at the time but I could never get you out of my mind for very long. But before I could do anything about it, I found myself going out with somebody else, several somebody elses for that matter.  

So were you. If I remember right you started going out with that Carson girl and you pretty much stayed with her for at least a couple of years or at least until I graduated and moved on. But you have to know, I never got over that stardust attraction and as you matured, I always watched you from a bit of a distance. By then I had gone off to college and you were in your last couple of years of high school and you know what happens. People fall into different crowds and I ended up with Roger. What a fucking mistake. I should have hopped in my car and drove to your house and pounded on your door but I didn't.

Well, I married the fucker and I knew you went off to school and then married Marylyn before joining the Navy. But that schoolgirl crush never went away. If both spouses just up and disappeared, I would have beat a path to your door and never left. Yeah, I know, that sounds absolutely silly and it is. We never dated, of course, so how could I have these feelings? So when you returned to town after your service was up, I followed your career and when ... Jesus, this is going to sound bad, but I convinced Daddy to hire you so you could be around here. Well, he was going to hire you anyway because he knew you were the best. Now, I always kept my distance and never crossed any lines. You know that, David. I would never fuck up somebody else's marriage. Mine was bad enough.

I talked with Mommy about it too. She knew my marriage was shit and she actually tried to talk me into leaving the prick but I was too busy at that point in my life playing the self-martyr. She told me she knew what Roger was like but she never intimated what she knew and I never pressed her on it. 

But in any event, I stayed married but I have sure enjoyed your presence around here, David. It has always been the highlight of my day. So, yes, I have always loved you but I could never act on it because you were deeply in love with your wife and still are.

And then Daddy put people on Roger's ass and I learned your wife was one of his little pleasures on the side. At first I was really hoping she would get burned bad and free you up but then I remembered something Daddy told me a long time ago. He knew I was very fond of you too. He told me once to never hope to pick up the pieces of a broken treasure. When it is put back together, it might remind you of the perfect image but it will never be the same again. I knew that if Marylyn broke you into those pieces of a man, I would never get you back into the David I loved. 

It was then I began to notice that it wasn't Roger that Marylyn wanted. It was the kink and that I knew your marriage could be salvaged along with what I hoped and still do hope will be a wonderful albeit different relationship between the two of us. That is part of this weekend. In a sense, I have kept myself chaste for it. Well, not chaste as in celibate but in terms of experiences that I only want to share with someone I love. Here is the kicker in all of this. I want you to love your wife and stay married to her. I want both of you to be happy. I also want you here and happy to be with me as well and Marylyn too. I don't mean move in here but for both of you to be an intimate part of my life.

OK, so there I've spilled the beans"

She sat there with her legs drawn up tight and her chin on her knees with that flashy grin again. How in the hell does a man say no to that? What kind of rules does a man live under in that kind of a relationship? I didn't think it really mattered because I had already made my decision before I stepped back in the house. If Marylyn was comfortable in a hard submissive role on occasion, then I would find the same comfort with Sarah. I didn't love Sarah like I loved Marylyn but I felt a closeness I had never felt with another woman until now. I didn't want to go back to the vanilla life we led before. I didn't have the dominant inclinations in me and I knew I would not likely develop them to the degree that satisfied Marylyn's desires. Of course, she would have been content with my efforts but something would always be lacking. I couldn't slap and own her that way and that's what she seemed to crave at times.

"Sarah, what do we do about Roger?"

"Oh David, that is where it gets fun. Don't you see how wonderful it could be to fuck his wife almost in front of him and your wife as well, a woman he could never satisfy himself with again? It's too delicious to imagine!"

Her laughter was decibels higher than before and the joy was bursting out of her. She had completely defeated her philandering husband and was forcing him to live with it in the worse, helpless way imaginable. He used to think with his prick. Now he won't be able to think at all with the moans of satisfied women around him. Do not cross this woman!




The Epiphanous Spouses Pt. 04



Sarah scooted up from the chair and dashed upstairs before returning dressed in jeans and a tee shirt. 

"Let's go get your wife."

"She has her car."

"That's OK. She can follow us in it when we leave. I told her I would bring you to her after we talked but I also want her to know that when you and I are together, she is my little kitty. Is that acceptable with you, David?"

I thought for a moment about that. There would have to be rules established for this and then I nodded.

"Wonderful. I've wanted to see your home since you put that new man cave in that Daddy raves so much about."

I finished that a few months before my wife's adultery and Mr. Stanhope did enjoy it quite a bit. I had installed new monitors and sound for football season. There is also a new 9ft Westcott billiards table that rivals his. The room has kept a bit of my sanity over the last few months. For some reason, the image of Sarah splayed open on the edge of that table ripe for the taking kept popping up in my mind and I tried to dispel of it for the moment.

We arrived and I pulled the car into an open spot in the garage. Upon entering the house, Marylyn greeted both of us with a lingering kiss and brought glasses of wine. When we were seated, I sat beside Sarah on the couch and Marylyn sat attentively in the Queen Ann arm chair her mother gave her. She was wearing a short black skirt and a slate grey, braless and sleeveless top along with sheer stockings and four inch heels. Her makeup reminded me of Kiera for some reason. She was wearing a brown gloss lipstick and her eyes were shadowed in a lighter brown with black liner. It was quite a dramatic change from her normal appearance. Her hair was gelled and pulled straight back to a tight French braid at the nape of her neck.

"David, since we are here together, she knows that we have talked and what your decision is. I sent her here to prepare for your arrival and I think she has done a wonderful job of it. Thank you, Marylyn."

My wife told her she was welcome and smiled softly at me. Sarah continued.

"Marylyn, do you have some things packed to take over to your woman's home this evening? Good, then please place them in my car in the garage."

Marylyn excused herself and went to do as requested.

"So David, show me this great room Daddy is talking about."

I led her on a brief tour of the house and we entered what I referred to as my rec room. She walked all around the table and played with the electronics for a bit all the while sipping her wine. Facing the doorway out into the main living area, she fulfilled my vision by unbuttoning her jeans and dropping them to the floor before hopping up on the corner of the table. With her thighs opened wide and her pussy winking its glistened lips at me, she beckoned me with a crook of her finger.

"Don't waste any time now, baby. Push that fat prick right in there."

I kicked a stool to the table edge and unbuckled my trousers. With Sarah on her elbows and her pussy right at the edge of the table, I entered her wet hole and began fucking her deeply with long slow strokes. Every push in was exquisite as she milked my prick with every pull out. Sarah watched the doorway while licking her lips. I could see Marylyn's reflection in the bar mirror. Her fingers were in her panties as I fucked this woman in our house. I was close and let Sarah know.

"Come in my pussy, baby. Don't pull out."

I did just that, grunting a deeply planted load right to the base of that wet pussy. When sated, I slowly pulled my cock out of her and she pulled her legs back in an effort to keep the copious amounts of sperm in her. I stepped off the stool and she summoned Marylyn.

"Come here little kitty. Clean my man's cock very nicely."

Marylyn obediently did as she was told without acknowledging me at all. It was strange having my wife do this. When she was finished sucking and cleaning my cock with her mouth, she rose and turned back toward Marylyn.

"Good, now come suck my man's jism out of your woman's beautiful wet pussy hole."

As she did with me, Marylyn obediently lowered her mouth to Sarah's pussy and began licking it and sucking the milky seed out of it taking care to clean every drop of moisture. When she felt she had caught all of it, she stood before Sarah with her face wet from the secretions. Sarah looked at me and smiled.

"Now, little kitty, go kiss my man like a good wife and let him know how much you love him."

Again, Marylyn turned to me and wrapping her arms around my neck, embraced my lips and swirled her tongue with mine. I could taste my sex mingled with Sarah's as she pressed herself into my mouth. I kissed her back just as feverishly caressing her body as well. She was my wife but she was also a different woman at the moment. Sarah watched smiling.

When we broke the kiss, Sarah pulled on her jeans, took Marylyn in her arms and went back into the living room. 

It was almost 10PM when we arrived back at the Stanhope home. After cuddling on the couch with the TV on, the three of us went to bed and slept soundly until morning. This would be the day we pick up Roger Morgan from the hospital.

End of Part IV



The Epiphanous Spouses Pt. 05



This story is provided from a husband's perspective and certainly does not reflect the mundane experiences of my own journey through the joys and travails of marriage. It could be classed as something other than a Loving Wives tale but I think it fits the genre reasonably so. It is not a tale of an unwitting cuckold or a recollection of burning the dastardly bitch although there is cuckoldry and a bitch or two represented. It is rather long and being presented in multiple parts over a few days of submissions. It is also fiction and not a recount of any real life experiences in my life or in anybody else's life that I know of. I have taken literary liberties with certain aspects of the tale so if there are those who declare "Ayah, there is no way that could have happened like that!" well, perhaps you are right.

I am going to leave anonymous commenting open for now but will probably delete those comments that are not constructive and adding to any fruitful discussion. The story developed via character arching and was written free form i.e. without plot outlining and I have not submitted it to a peer editor.

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Part V

The sun cracked the darkness of the room in the early morning and I woke to a rush of noise coming from the downstairs. Sarah jumped up from the bed and ran to the bathroom to brush her teeth before throwing on one of my tee shirts and rushing downstairs to greet her father. I rolled over and kissed my wife to wake her and she threw her arms around me kissing my face and neck.

"I didn't know if I would ever have this again. I'll never disappoint you again, David, never."

I just kissed her lips and forehead and told her to get up. We needed to shower and get dressed. We joined Sarah and her father in the kitchen.

"Well young man, it seems you have had quite the adventure over the past few days. I trust you have things well ironed out and under control?"

He had the same laugh as his daughter.

"I talked to Daddy already, David, so you needn't blush like that."

I was unaware of my reddening face until it was pointed out so I was a bit relieved that the circumstances didn't need a confession.

"Yes, sir, at least I think things are as in control as a man can have them under the circumstances. " I glanced at Sarah and he just laughed again.

"So, I understand the son of a bitch will be moving in here today. That is just dandy, don't you think. I'll tell you, you should have kept that condo just to keep the insufferable bastard a few miles apart from me. Do you have him in east wing upstairs?

"Noooo, Daddy, I have him just down the hall from me. He is my husband you know." She was being wicked and he knew it.

"At least the fucker is not next to me." With that, the old man retreated down the hall toward his office.

The three of us looked at each other and shrugged.

"I told him EVERYTHING, David." She giggled. I just shook my head and inquired of breakfast.

After a healthy breakfast meal, we discussed how we were going to pick up the bastard and the logistics of his arrival. I didn't think it appropriate for him to see Marylyn at this point although Sarah wanted her to accompany us to pick him up. I prevailed on that point and it was decided that Marylyn would remain at the house until we returned. There would be no drawn out explanation given to Roger for her presence or mine. I have to admit, I rather looked forward to this. The fucker had taken my wife and lost his cock in the exchange while I had my wife returned to me. In the world of barter and exchange I had come out on top although it had cost me the unspoiled image of my bride.

Sarah and I left the house around 9AM and headed to the hospital. She was in a cheerful, upbeat mood and seemed to look forward to a cheerful meeting with the prick she detested. As I have said, she was being wicked. We parked and walked up to the ward. He was sitting down in an arm chair dressed in loose sweats with a small bag at his feet. The nurse was ready with a wheelchair to push him out in.

"Roger, dear, you look rather chippy this morning. How are you feeling?"

Chippy he was not. He looked like a defeated, weary soul going to a wake, his own.

"Why is he here?" pointing toward me.

"Daddy has insisted that Mr. Stone be at my assistance today. He has been helping me all weekend while Daddy was at his mountain retreat. Now, stop being silly and let's get you home. You didn't tell me how you are feeling. Is there a lot of pain still?" 

She was playing the concerned spouse bit to the hilt even though everybody in the room knew it was a farce. Roger sat in the wheelchair and after the nurse adjusted his catheter bag, we left the ward to go to the patient discharge lobby. I fetched the car and pulled around front and an orderly assisted Roger to the back seat. The nurse gave Sarah a bag with assorted equipment and instructions in it and off we departed for the house. I would occasionally glance at Roger in the rearview and he was always gazing out the window as we drove.

"Roger, dear, I arranged for a duty nurse to be available for you all this week and next. I hope you don't mind. I'm certainly no good at that sort of thing. He should be there when we arrive. I'll give him all this medical stuff here and I'm sure he can figure it all out. I wouldn't have a clue, you know."

Roger didn't say anything and Sarah just kept on going.

"David, er, Mr. Stone, have you been to that new Greek Bistro on the East Bank yet, that one with the new chef from Nashville? I've heard it is fantastic. After we get Roger, dear, all checked in at home, perhaps we could go grab some lunch there. I've heard it has spectacular river views and even a wine bar on the topside. Would you want us to bring you something back, dear?"

Jesus, she was cruel. I informed her that I had not visited the place yet but I would definitely enjoy lunch with her and that if we left a bit early we might get seated before the weekday lunch crowd gets there.

"Marvelous, maybe we should invite your wife as well or maybe not?" She lilted the last part as a tease for her husband but the intent was clear. A man would have to have a cock for that lunch and Roger was unqualified. I couldn't help it and I chuckled to myself. Roger looked like he would piss his pants if he was able.

We soon arrived at the house and as expected the nurse orderly was there to assist. He was a strapping large young man of college age, very fit, and wanted to guide Roger up the stairs and to his room just down the hall from Sarah's bedroom but Roger would have none of it. He insisted he go to the kitchen to have something "fit to eat" as he put it. He slowly walked to the kitchen with the orderly's help, whose name was Peter by the way. When he entered the kitchen, I could hear a slightly audible gasp. 

Marylyn was standing on a step ladder trying to reach something in the cupboard with her arms raised above her head. She was wearing another very short skirt and a midriff cutoff tee shirt. With her arms raised so high, the skirt was lifted entirely above her now naked ass. The orderly immediately adjusted the large, growing bulge in his trousers and softly cleared his throat. Roger looked petrified. Sarah and I just stood there amused taking in the view and Sarah spoke first.

"Peter, can you help Mrs. Stone down from her difficult position."

Peter immediately went to Marylyn's backside with a hand on her bare lower back and another holding her arm. With her arms back down, the skirt still barely covered her naked ass cheeks. Turning around, still being held by the Adonis orderly, Marylyn looked straight into Roger's eyes with a fire that only one knowledgeable of the circumstances would understand.

"Mr. Morgan, please excuse my appearance. I did not know there were others about. And thanks to this handsome man here for helping me down."

She softly rubbed his arm and I swear the man's cock lurched in his pants. I looked over at Sarah and she just winked at me.

"Roger, I'll have Elizabeth get some lunch for you. Marylyn, dear, be a sweetie and change into something for lunch? Your hunk of a husband is taking us out today'"

Marylyn patted Peter's arm and jogged upstairs to change and was back down wearing the same skirt with a pair of skin tight yoga pants underneath and a peasant blouse on top.

"She is staying here?" Roger squeaked.

"Oh yes, dear, the Stones are my houseguests at Daddy's insistence. David is working on an important project and it's keeping him busy for all sorts of hours. I thought it appropriate for a man to have his wife stay with him when he's in a house with another woman. I wouldn't want anybody to get the wrong ideas." She giggled and winked at all of us including Peter.

"Oh, and your orderly is also staying with us. He has the room next to yours and mine."

Roger looked like he would have given anything to be miles away from the kitchen and the house at that point but he was obviously not going anywhere. With directions all around, the two women and I departed the household for our lunch date.

We were seated quickly on the upper deck as it was a beautiful day and the lunchtime crowd had not picked up yet. The three of us ordered appetizers and drinks, iced tea for myself. Oddly our conversations were completely devoid of any mention of Roger Morgan. Marylyn and Sarah were immersed in fashion talk and I just nodded along and people watched for the most part. When I glanced back to our table, Sarah was waving somebody over. Looking up, I saw it was Janet and her husband Donald from the other night at Antoine's. Sarah scooted over closer to me giving room for Donald to take a place and Janet squeezed in between Marylyn and I.

"I'm so glad you could make it, you two." Sarah proudly smiled. "I didn't think you could be here on such short notice."

Janet smiled just as brightly. "Oh you know it isn't any problem at all. I've been dying to try this place out and Donald never takes me anyplace. How about you, Mr. David? Do you take your wife out to the new places?" She was toying with me and her eyes were sucking me right into her. Her husband interrupted.

"Oh hell, you know there isn't a single establishment in this city that you haven't plopped your ass in at one time or another except this one and it just opened." Donald was a pretty jovial fellow and he demonstrated it with his conversation skills. He was really pouring on the charm with Marylyn and she was demurely eating it up. I know Sarah noticed and she turned her attentions to Janet and I.

"You know, we brought Roger out to Daddy's house this morning?" It was more of a statement than a question. "Did you know what happened to him?"

"No, we only heard he had been mugged and assaulted or something like that. There was only a brief write-up in Sunday's paper."

"Well, you know Roger and I have not lived together for years now and now, he's in the bedroom right next to mine. Odd as hell, it is." Sarah smirked and rolled her eyes. "I might have to be quieter now."

"So what happened to him?" Janet was all ears.

Sarah leaned over so Janet could hear and whispered just loud enough for each of us to hear.

"Somebody, some men, cut his thingie off and beat the beejesus out of him, honest." Sarah couldn't help it. She started snickering as quietly as she could but was soon laughing through her nose, her mouth and if possible through her ears. Her eyes were watered and I thought she was going to roll on the floor in quiet hysterics. I glanced at Donald and he had moved the palm of his hand onto Marylyn's thigh but I said nothing. 

Janet looked at us wide eyed.

"Fuck me! Donald did you hear that?" Sarah said "Yes" and went into another fit of laughter. It was another few minutes before we could resume. Both women thought it was funny as hell while Marylyn just sat there smiling while Donald helped himself to an ample portion of her upper thigh. Lunch was about to be delivered so we pulled ourselves together and enjoyed the cuisine. It was a strange lunch by any account. When it was over and the dishes were cleared, Janet broke the conversation.

"So, Ms. Sarah, is your party this Saturday night still on with your husband in the house?"

"Oh yes, I wouldn't have you miss it for the world. David and Marylyn will be there along with a few folks I know from our travels. If it runs late, both of you can plan on staying the night, of course."

"Oh, I certainly plan on staying the night." She ran her fingers over my arm as she said it with no loss as to her intent. This was the first I had heard of our invitation to a party. For that matter, I thought Mr. Stanhope and his daughter were travelling to Atlanta on business at the end of the week as I had made travel arrangements for the old man a couple weeks earlier. While I did not feel pressured, I was just a bit concerned that I lacked control over the circumstances not only in my life but with regard to my wife's as well. Sarah was intoxicating to me and while the experiences and events of the past few days were wild and uninhibited by any measure I was wondering when I would come up for air. My conversation with Kiera the day before was a fresh breath and perspective and I knew I needed a respite.

We finished our lunch and made the perfunctory hugs and kisses for departing. Janet's was especially lingering and out of the corner of my eye I caught Donald's trailing fingers run across my wife's ass. The worm has definitely turned in our lives. 

The ride back was curious. Both women sat in back again and both watched me in the rearview. In a sense I felt as if I was a canary in a cage waiting for the kittens to take me out and play with me for a while before returning me to my perch. Thinking back to Sarah's strings, I recalled that I placed no expiration on them and meant it yet I desperately needed some down time of my own. There were also a lot of questions I needed answers to.

"Ladies, tomorrow morning I'm going to take a couple days and tend to some business. I've been neglecting some things that can no longer be put off." I looked up for a reaction. They merely looked at each other.

"Are you leaving my little kitty in my care, David?"

"I suppose I am. Just remember, she is my wife, Sarah."

"Of course, David, when she is with you. If you leave her with me, she is my kitty girl and I've come to love my pet."

OK, this was getting fucking strange. Marylyn had cuddled up to Sarah and was giving me her Mona Lisa again. If I told Marylyn to sit up, I knew she would do it and if I told Sarah that my wife was off limits while I was gone, I knew she would comply. I said nothing other than to make sure she was safe. If I regretted it later, I would have to deal with it but for now, I really just wanted to escape for a bit and take stock of all things.

We arrived back at the house and entered. Roger was upstairs in his room and the old man was working in his office. Elizabeth was being rather coy that afternoon. She was an interesting bird, rather attractive but never married and with no children. She kept an apartment above the carriage house that Mr. Stanhope gave her as part of her compensation. The woman did a host of things around the house ranging from preparing meals when needed, running errands and working as an admin for the old man. Every once in a while I would see another younger woman come and go from her apartment but I never saw her with a man.

"He has been laughing all afternoon at just about anything. I think he has been hitting the sauce" she said.

I looked at her and glanced down the hall toward his office.

"Maybe he received some good news. Should I stick my head in and check on him?" I asked. She nodded and broke out into the biggest damn smile before disappearing out the side door.

"Mr. Stanhope, I trust all is well today with you? We didn't have much time to talk this morning. I have nearly all the hillside project work scoped out that we worked on last Friday. Ms. Stanhope and I went over the summaries last Friday evening."

He looked up at me and I could see the smile in his eyes.

"Sit down, David. I'm not concerned with any of that. It can just about take care of itself. Also, young man, it's not Ms. Stanhope anymore is it? I'm guessing the two of you are on a pretty close first name basis now. You can't keep anything away from an old man. We have been around too long and I know everything. Hell, even Elizabeth knows."

He chuckled at that.

"I want to talk to you for a while, David. Want anything to drink? No? Well, so it is. As you heard, I bought a bank last week and now, I need somebody to run it but it's not going to be like it was before. I'm going to use this as an equity investment firm after spinning out the personal accounts and small business activities. It has a good seed portfolio and I'd like you to take the helm once we finish cleaning out the old driftwood. I don't need an answer now and I wouldn't worry about compensation. It has a strong equity position as well. You have been like family to me for a long time and I trust you like I do my daughter. So think on it and let me know in the next week or so. I think your perfect for it.

Anyways, l want to tell you a story. You OK with that? Good, well, OK then. Many years ago, I married a fine young lady by the name of Constance Williams. She was a fine looker too. Tits out to there and an ass to match. Yeah, we talked like that back in my day too. Don't look so damn surprised, young man. Her daughter takes right after her. Looks like her and acts like her, well, she would if I hadn't raised her up my way. Now Constance was a hell cat in the bedroom. You know the old saying I'm sure. A man wants a lady in the living room and a whore in the bedroom. Well, she was all that and more.

To cut to the chase a bit, my Constance liked to play the field. Of course she loved me and all and I loved her to death but she would occasionally get that itch and to be honest, so did I. So we came to an agreement of sorts. We satisfied each other 90% of the time but we each had that 10% play time where neither of us asked the other a thing about it and life was great for quite a while. I bet you didn't know we existed in those olden days."

He had his daughter's laugh again.

"Well, she was thirty when Sarah was born and her motherly instincts took over and as a result, her itch kind of went away. She stopped the occasional foray while out of town on business as such, did that for a long time. When she told me that, I did the same. I didn't even look at another woman for years. Everything was like that for the next fifteen years or so until she started traveling again when Sarah was in high school. 

She was chairing an educational consortium for the region and would be gone every couple of weeks for a few days at a time. I didn't think anything of it at the time and it went on like that for a couple of years. She came home from one of those trips and I was horny as hell so when she went to the bedroom, I thought I'd play Mr. Macho. 

It was just one of those things we did once in a while. She had been acting kind of funny when she came in but I didn't make anything of it so I did my thing. I tossed her down on the bed and began pulling her clothes off. 

When I stripped her I discovered several hickies and bite marks. Somebody had obviously been playing with her and clearly fucking her. Now, remember, we had enjoyed a rather open relationship years before so it wasn't jealousy or anything like that. No, it was anger on my part for her dishonesty. I had no clue. When I asked her how long, she told me a couple of years and then I really got fucking mad. We had an agreement between us that if either of us wanted to go down that path again, we would talk to the other before we did anything. This wasn't an open thing going on, it was just plain adultery and I felt cuckolded and seriously disrespected. 




The Epiphanous Spouses Pt. 05



When I pressed her on who she was having her affair with, she refused to tell me and to tell you the truth, David, I came this close to divorcing her. If she had come to me as we agreed, I probably would have told her to enjoy herself, be safe but also be discreet. I would have also told her I would do the same even though I had no desire to at that time.

Well, she talked me out of divorcing her and promised on her life that she would never be with anybody else again and to my knowledge, she never was. I know for a couple of years she wasn't seeing anybody because I had her watched to be sure. She fooled me before and I wasn't going to be fooled again. So, our marriage resumed and we continued although there was always a bit of an undercurrent to it that was never fully healed. 

Sarah went and got married and several years went by before her mom got sick. It was during her illness that Constance told me who she had the affair with those years before. Her guilt was eating her up and she made me promise to forgive her and of course I did. I loved her fiercely and still do today even though she is now gone. What she told me completely blew me away and I nearly came to hiring somebody to murder him. The man who was fucking my wife was none other than Roger Morgan, the same man now married to my daughter.

I asked her why and how she could keep such a secret from me, not to mention our daughter and her only justification was her own shame. She was too ashamed to offer up that information and it seemed to her that Sarah was actually in love with the bastard. Besides that, the affair was over before he ever met her and was all water under the bridge in her mind. It wasn't until later that she realized how completely fucked up this really was. Well, I promised her that I would forgive her and I did and I saw to her and her needs until she passed away. When she died, a piece of me died as well. What I never promised was to forgive that piece of shit trash that was now married to my daughter. For that matter I swore on Constance's grave that I would find a way to destroy him. And I have."

The old man stopped at that point and looked at me through his bushy eyebrows trying to gauge my response. He had just laid a bombshell and blown several worlds apart. I had to say something.

"Does Sarah know about Morgan and her mother."

He shook his head negatively.

"So, the question I now have is what was your involvement with or knowledge of what occurred on Friday?"

I was grasping at this point not sure if he would answer but if Harry Stanhope had anything to do with destroying Roger Morgan, I needed to know. 

"I hired the men who did the deed. I took his livelihood out from under him and brought you into the life of my daughter who has loved you for god knows what reason since she was a girl, all right under his nose. So, yes, you could say I was involved."

"Then you know certain friends of mine as well?"

He studied me for a bit before replying.

"I met with John Hitchcock a few months ago when I discovered he was engaged with monitoring Roger. We talked a few times, came to understand his relationship with you and I explained my intentions after we vetted him thoroughly. He agreed to continue being your go to man while my people carried out the actual operation. David, the whole fucking thing was a big soap opera but it was pulled off without a hitch. I've taken his most precious possession and destroyed his life. So did you. We each had the ultimate revenge against the paramour of our respective wives and to that I recommend a toast."

He poured a shot of cognac for each of us and we tipped the glasses.

"Now, Sarah has pretty much explained what is going on between your wife and yourself as well as with her. I know you love your wife and if you can get past all of this, more power to you. I'm not a totally old fashioned man as you might already know now given our discussion here. If Sarah is happy, then so am I. If she had her way, she would install you right here in the house permanently along with your wife but I'm going to stay out of that one. You are a man and you need to plot your own course whatever that might be. I will tell you this though. My daughter is head over heels in love with you and she is going to have to figure out how to reconcile that with the fact you apparently still love your wife."

The old man was pretty astute. I did need to plot my own decisions but I also understood that two women loved me. I knew for certain I loved one of them without question. I might love the other but it was certain my desire for her was weaving tentacles into my very being.

"Mr. Stanhope, I do love my wife and I'm committed to remaining her husband. At the same time, our relationship has changed and now your daughter is in my life and in my wife's as well. I haven't quite settled on the dynamics of that relationship yet. So far I am going along with it and allowing Sarah to take the lead on where it may go. That might change but for now I am content. As for living here, that I don't know about. I like my home and I miss the one on one relationship with Marylyn. I need to nurture that back to the place where we have that shared intimacy again. I'm not sure how to do that while living here. So, I need to think on some things, for certain.

On that note, I'm going to take your leave if there is nothing else. Oh, there was one thing. Are you still going to Atlanta at the end of the week?"

"Oh yes, although Sarah is not traveling with me at this time. She made a change in her plans and let me know this morning she was passing on this one."

We chatted briefly about a couple of work issues at that point and I excused myself. The rest of the afternoon was spent wrapping up a few work related matters and I then grabbed my keys and headed for the pub I had visited the day before. 

It was a quiet Monday evening with not much going on. Monday Night Football was coming on in a bit with the Broncos taking on the Lions and I assumed the business would pick up in a bit. I think I sat there for about an hour toying with my stout and nibbling on nachos. I wasn't thinking of much, just small crowd watching and glancing up at the screen waiting for the game to start. She tapped me on my shoulder and I turned around but she had already slid over to the other side and saddled up onto the bar stool.

"Fancy meeting you here. Is this your new hangout to chase young chicks?"

Kiera flashed those nice white teeth at me and leaned in to give me a quick hug. 

"Of course, where else? This is the only place they will talk to me."

She didn't have any of her Alt makeup on or any of the piercings and jewelry and it looked like she had just washed out her hair and tossed it around. She looked like a hundred other college chicks except for the curious tattoos on her neck and shoulder. They were very intricate renditions of a leopard pattern done in a soft and heavier grey color scheme. I wondered how far down her torso the artwork went.

"Yeah, but you are sitting alone so all those young ladies must be back at school studying for something."

"Right, learning how to shoot down clever pickup lines."

"Mr. Dave, I don't see you picking up the young ones. I think you are more of a soccer mom type, those hot little grunters with the white mom panties." She did the little sex grunt noises thing and then just smirked at me. I ordered her a stout. She was if anything fun to talk to.

"So no sign of those two turds you pissed off yesterday?"

"Not a chance. The little bitches aren't going to come back in here. I think they were just passers anyway. So what are you doing here tonight? Missus didn't wanna come?"

"I didn't think to ask." I lied. I wasn't going to go through the whole story. I was just interested in chatting and enjoying the evening besides I didn't think she would have been able to wrap her arms around my full story. Hell, even I couldn't do that. We talked about all kinds of things before we ended up on her day trading. She really did have some brilliant ideas and I thought with the proper encouragement and experience she could make a great analyst. Would a big bank hire an Alt chick tatted up to there and with all the jewelry and hair dye? Probably not but a medium sized investment bank headed by a sensitive and considerate man who thought she was just basically a hottie in disguise might.

"I've got something in the works that could be of interest to you. But I've got to work out a lot of details between now and then. What do you think of your day job?"

"So, that would depend on what I would be replacing it with but reality is I'm just doing it because it pays my bills for the most part. What did you have in mind?"

I told her about the Stanhope-Bishop opportunity the old man offered me earlier that day and we discussed what I would like to do if I took the reins. She was quite impressed and genuinely surprised that I was a "tycoon" as she put it. I assured her I was no such thing but my boss might be described as such. I would need an assistant, somebody who could learn acquisitions and who understood the markets. 

Her trading experience and especially her ideas convinced me I could be making the right decision on bringing her on board. If it didn't work out, so be it. She told me she would think about it but I knew she was excited at the prospect. One thing we did agree on right off the bat was that she didn't need to change her appearance at all. Whatever she settled on was perfectly fine with me.

"So, do I have to date you if you hire me?" She looked at me with deadpan seriousness. I didn't know how to interpret it.

"Nope. Your virtue remains intact"

"Damn it, that wasn't the right answer!" Then she grinned. "Just kidding. I wanted to see if I could unnerve you."

We both laughed, me more nervously than her because if the truth were known I would have liked to have pounded that pussy right then and there. However, given how the worm had turned in my life, there didn't seem to be any shortage of that for the time being. We shared a couple of stouts together that evening and watched some of the game before I called it an evening. I gave her all my business contacts and committed her to sending me a resume for my files. We agreed to meet again the following week after I gave my decision to the old man which was almost a certainty on my part. All that was needed was to work out the compensation. I tipped up the remainder of my stout, gave my new friend and possible employee a hug and headed out the door. I could see her beaming smile in the reflection.

The downstairs lights were still on when I entered the house. The bastard was in the den watching television. I almost felt sorry for him. He was dickless and had to piss into a bag. I meant to ask how they did that. I supposed they must have had a tube inserted where his fucking dick used to be. Jesus, the old man was fucking evil in his own right. He left him his balls so old Roger was still cooking up that testosterone. That is going to drive him insane. Fucking diabolical. But, what did I care. My nemesis was taken care of and I meant to let him know about it perhaps in subtle ways. Sarah beat me to it though. She had come down and snuck up on me before grabbing my ass and kissing the back of my neck. She walked into the den.

"How's it hanging, Roger? Anything I can get you?"

I almost pissed myself. Roger looked at me and just shook his head.

"Are you sure? I can get Peter to check out your personal thingie if you want. You seem to be a bit lighter on your feet now, Roger, dear. That is great. I'm sure you can get up the stairs now without having to carry a big load."

She was killing me all the while keeping a straight face with every word.

"I hope you are OK with the room upstairs. It is right next to mine and I know you can hear just about every word that is said so I hope I don't snore in my sleep and have embarrassing comments with all the men folk about here. I would hate to keep you up, dear. So, if you need something, just give a little shout out. I'm sure I'll be able to hear even a bed squeak."

With that, Sarah turned and walked away with every step accentuating the perfect fullness of her delectable ass. It mesmerized me. I think it pained Roger but I didn't give a shit.

"Roger, if you will excuse me, I think I will go upstairs and fuck the wife good and hard."

I turned and left him sitting there with his piss bag and an imagination he couldn't turn off.

I heard them giggling as I approached the landing at the top of the stairs. When I turned the corner, I could see both of them stark naked on the bed frolicking in full view through the doorway. They were in each other's arms and watching me as I gazed at them.

"Come here, David" Sarah giggled. "We have a proposition for you."

I walked over to the side of the bed and sat down.

"David, we have a little problem that we need to resolve, well, it's actually quite big, but a problem nonetheless. You see, Peter has been teased mercifully all day long and we don't think it's fair that he should be ignored any further and, well, there are two of us but we don't know how to decide which one of us will take on the hard task of relieving him of his growing frustrations."

She was tugging on my wife's nipples as she was speaking causing them to become hard, erect little erasers.

"So we propose that we flip a coin, David, if you are agreeable. Whoever calls it right will spend the night with Peter and the other will stay here with you. Do you think that is something you would be agreeable to?"

Marylyn had said nothing but looked up at me as Sarah continued toying with her breasts. I was horny as hell and had every intention of fucking my wife when I mounted the stairs. My comment to Roger was merely a tease. However the idea of surrounding Roger's room with a symphony of stereophonic sex was appealing in its own right.

"Sarah, I have my reservations about this but here is what I'll do. I will flip the coin and it will be a best of three that determines who is where. Sarah, you call first."

I flipped a quarter into the air and caught it, flipping it on the back of my hand. She called heads, it was tails. After two more flips, it was Sarah who was going to spend the night in Peter's room. I was a bit relieved to be truthful. I needed the night with my wife before I left for a few days in the morning. 

We made love that night. We didn't fuck. It wasn't carnal. Instead we were two long lovers reconnecting albeit in another woman's bed. I noticed Roger coming up the stairs and I know he saw us in our passion and I made no effort to hide it. If anything I opened my wife up more and reminded him of who the man was now.

On the other side of Roger's room, Sarah and Peter made no secret of what was going on there. We could hear them through the night as Peter fucked her repeatedly bringing Sarah to several vocal orgasms. It had to be taunting and miserable for Roger to hear the sex. Of course, he was still taking pain killers to ease his discomfort so the true emotional pain might still be to come after he is healed up. I think I chuckled about that for several minutes. Marylyn lay snuggled up to me and we drifted off to sleep to the sounds of a squishy, wet ball slapping fuck a couple doors down.

I rose early the next morning and packed quickly for my trip. I was out of the house before the women crawled out of bed and on a plane to California by mid-morning. I had a handful of work related projects that needed my attention but I also wanted to pay a visit to my old friend Stephen. We needed to talk if just to stay on the page of sanity. 

During the flight my thoughts drifted from Marylyn, to Sarah, to Janet, to Kiera, her mom and even thought of that hot little foxette I had considered bedding earlier but held off. At the age of 45 I had more sexual propositions than I ever dreamed of at 18 yet there was still just one love of my life, my Marylyn. Then I realized that might not be altogether true. I now contended with Sarah and the triad of love and lust was beginning to define each relationship.

After landing, I rented a car for the trip to the hotel. I was staying at the Meritage in Napa, a wonderful place the old man and I had visited on previous meetings. Several old wineries were just a short drive away and their bar was stocked with the best vintages from all over the world. In addition, one of their wine consultants was Stephen's sister, Pam Giardone. I grabbed lunch on the way over and enjoyed the early crowd on a patio while basking in perfect weather. 

Given my previous activities, one of the things I wanted to do right away was hit the gym in a hard way. I had not completed a hard workout since early Thursday morning and my body was craving the endorphins. After lunch, I checked in and settled in my suite opening the drapes to a fantastic view. It was the kind of place I could spend a month in if I could reasonably afford it which I couldn't unless it was on the old man's tab. This trip was.

After changing into gym shorts and a tee I hit the gym and the weight room before heading out for a good five miler. About a mile into it, a runner caught up to me.

"You are getting a bit soft there, cowboy"

She had this sneaky little smile, half smirk, half grin. Pam was a bigger fitness buff than either Marylyn or I if that were possible. She wasn't lean. She was sleek and muscled and could power her way through reps that most men couldn't approach and she was fast on the track. I had her on distance and she knew it from experience.

"So you just work when you want to?" she asked.

Without breaking stride, I replied. "It's one of the benefits of being at the top of the game. I get to choose my work hours and playmates."

Of course she knew better but we had a close relationship over the years since Stephen married her sister. Pam's husband was killed in action on a rock somewhere in Afghanistan several years ago and she decided not to remarry. They didn't have kids so my kids made up for the difference once they got to know her. I think they were adolescents when they first met and ever since, Pam had them visit during vacations. Over the years she became almost a second mom even though she is a few years younger than Marylyn and I. She never fully got over the loss of her husband but she never let it interfere in her zest for life. She's had a few men in her life since then but never anything serious by design. She has always told me that she would only have one of those kinds of losses and her great memories will last a lifetime. I guess I could understand that.

She broke out in front of me and turning, yelled out "See you for dinner this evening, my choice" and off she raced. Her run would be a couple of miles rather than my five otherwise I'd kick her ass. In any event it was delightful to watch those thighs flex the glutes as she raced out of sight.

After my return and cool down, I called on my first client, made the old man another million and returned to the Meritage. The girl at the bar poured a wonderful Hall Cabernet and I settled in to watch the well to do work their heels. A couple of twins grabbed my eye. They were early thirties I would guess, large breasted, strikingly attractive and seemed oddly out of place. One of them caught my eye and walked over to ask me.

"Excuse me, sir, but do you know where the Siena is?"

I had to think for a moment before I realized that was the Tuscan themed restaurant located at the Meritage. I gave them directions and they set off with the one who asked looking back over her shoulder a couple of times and smiling. I thought to myself if I were a single man life would be especially good. Come to think of it I couldn't tell if I was single, polygamous or one of Sarah's polyandrous possessions. I certainly had not been monogamous in recent times. Perhaps not so oddly, I was aroused at the thought of the attractive twin turning her head one more time. Before I could dispel those thoughts, Pam tapped lightly on my shoulder. I rose and gave her a pleasant hug and she joined me at the table.




The Epiphanous Spouses Pt. 05



"Enjoying the sights. David?" She must have seen the exchange of glances between my admirer and her admired. The woman misses nothing.

"The truth be told, everything is beautiful around here including present company."

"Charming aren't you. How are things on the home front? Kids doing OK now that they are back to school?"

"They are doing fine. I haven't talked with them since last week but they have their interests. I'm sure having old dear dad checking up on them isn't high on their priority list. How about yourself?"

We exchanged chit chat for a while before deciding on the restaurant. We both felt adventurous that evening and settled on a quaint Vietnamese dining spot that had just opened in the couple months since my last visit. All and all it was a great meal and we settled up to go for a walk along the greenway and vineyards leading back to the Meritage.

"Pam, you know I've always felt I could open up to you with the travails of life as you once phrased it. I need to unburden myself upon the one woman I think can make sense out anything when pushed. You game?"

She looked at me and nodded. "I thought something was on your mind. You never looked twice at a woman flirting with you that I knew of yet the two lookalike hotties had you nearly drooling. How come you never drool over me, huh?" She poked my in the shoulder and took my arm as we strolled.

"Of course you know you can talk to me about anything in complete confidence so let's grab a bottle of something really nice and head out to the patio bar by the pools. If you get pissed by bedtime, I'll throw you over my shoulder and tuck you in."

"Pam, I drool over you in my sleep so don't ever feel left out." We grabbed a nice Cab and settled in a comfortable table and chairs where we could talk and still observe other people while enjoying the wine.

I wasn't even sure how to begin and had not even given any thought to it. She had read my mind so I threw caution to the wind and bared my soul. 

"Pam, did you ever cheat on Bob or come close to it? Of course you don't have to answer that if you care not to. I'm just curious."

She hesitated for a moment pausing to think on the matter.

"David, between you and I and nobody else, yes, I cheated on Bob but he made me think of it as something else. It's hard to explain. He wanted me to even though later I felt horribly guilty about it, well, until he told me he had done the same thing."

Her eyes were misting now. As a couple they had an intense love for each other and his death really affected her badly for a couple of years.

"Don't mind the tears. They aren't for the guilt. They are for the happy memories. So, where was I? We both had sex with other people. He did it in Germany between field deployments and I did it here in California. There was certainly no love involved. For both of us it was a sexual release although I'd be quick to say it was a damn fun way to release tension. Now, we both struggled with it at first when he came back that first time but we got over it quickly. He showed me that what I had done was no threat to him and while I didn't feel the same at first, you know, my double standard, I came around with it.

So now my question back to you since I've now exposed myself as a cheating little whore of sorts, why are you asking me this? I know there is something big here, come on, spill it."

I wasn't shocked at what she revealed. I was just startled a bit realizing how comfortable she was with it long afterwards. So I began to tell my tale starting with the first time I saw the evidence of Marylyn's adultery and I don't think I left anything relevant out. She seemed particularly interested in the ménage à trois over the past weekend and pushed for the salient details. She probably raised my eyebrows more than I raised hers. When I finished, she refilled the glasses.

"So?" I asked "What do you think?"

"Ha!! I think you are a fucking bad ass, that's what I think. When can I get some of that??"

"Come on, seriously."

"OK, then, David, listen. You have been through the ringer for months. I don't know how you did it, compartmentalizing yourself like that because that's what you did. You broke your life into compartments and separated them from really interacting. When the shit hit the fan, the compartments folded and all the pieces began interacting with all the external sensual influences swirling around you. There is a Jungian thing that tackles that but I'm not schooled enough about it. There isn't a thing wrong with you and I don't think there is anything wrong with Marylyn either other than she should have come to you from the very beginning instead of allowing herself to be subjected to a brute she detested. She fucked up bad there. You would be justified in divorcing her ass right now for that but I know you too, David Stone. That's not you.

You love that woman just like I loved Bob. He knew I was putting out for some strange dick in a hotel room and his love never wavered. I knew some little German Fräulein was getting laid by my big American hero and I never stopped loving him. So I guess what I'm saying is if it works for both of you as a couple, then enjoy it while you can. I don't think most couples could do that. Hell, I know most couldn't. Bob and I could fuck other people when we were separate and be comfortable with that but I don't know about lying next to him while he boned some other chick in the same bed. I might not have been able to go that far but it sure is fun to think about Ha!"

OK, so she did what she did best. She laid it all out sensibly and I agreed. If it works, then go for it. If it starts to get really confused, then perhaps we step away from it.

While we were chatting, a jazz dance band was setting up and they began to play a few numbers on the patio floor. They sounded great and with the abundance of wine, we were both ready to get out of the chairs. Pam and I danced a few numbers together until a good looking and much younger man asked her to dance. She didn't want to at first because she didn't want to leave me but I told her to enjoy herself, that I was fine. And, I was fine too. Shortly afterwards, one of the gorgeous twins I watched earlier walked up to me smiling and asked me to dance. Being a gentleman, I wasted no time accepting. 

Her name was Carla and her sister was Sandy. It was Sandy who had asked directions of me earlier and if she had not told me, I would have never known. I glanced over at their table and Sandy was sitting there, still smiling at me or us as it were. We shared a couple of dances before she took me over to introduce me to her sister. 

Pam was still dancing with the young Casanova and having a blast so I joined the two sisters at their table for a while. As luck would have it, they were both M&A analysts and we just settled into a great conversation for several minutes. Both were divorced, no kids, independently wealthy and no desire to get married again and they loved what they were doing. OK, I could understand that. I think its called happiness. On top of that they were both strikingly beautiful and identical in every way. The only difference between them was the color of their dresses.

"Well, there is one other difference but we would have to get naughty for you to see." Sandy noted.

"Oh wait, there's really two differences." Carla chimed in.

The women just laughed at that point agreeing with each other and I could only shrug with an amused smile on my face. At that point, Pam walked over and introductions were made with Pam joining us. The conversation drifted toward wine vintages and with Pam the expert, I just followed along taking in the fantastic view of femininity as I listened. Casanova apparently struck out and now Pam would cast an occasional glance and smile my way unrelated to the conversation. With the wine flowing, I probably misread that as just an old friend being friendly. The gorgeous twins picked up on it though and after another round of pleasantries they excused themselves for the evening promising to catch me the following night if I was around. Twenty minutes later, another worm turned.

"Motherfuck me ... yes, just like that. Hit it ... Oh my fucking god ... hit it."

I sank my prick deep and bottomed out pushed against her cervix before slowly pulling out and fucking into it again. The strength in her kegels were milking every stroke. Pam was fucking me back with fury, slapping my ass every time I buried in her. She was a screamer or rather a grunter.

"Oh my fuck ... that is good ... fuck it, baby. Take it like you always wanted to ... oh honey Fuuuuuck I'm gonna cum ... Oh my God! Do it."

Her pussy milked my dick when she went over the edge and her hands gripped the sheets and she bucked her hips up to meet every thrust before her body exploded in a peaked orgasm. With her face buried in my throat she moaned loudly as her pussy gushed around my cock, soaking the sheets beneath us. Absolutely fantastic. As soon as she just started to come off her peak, I emptied my nut deep in her soaked pussy. She wouldn't let me go at first, clinging me to her body with her strong arms and legs. When I had softened in her she relented and I lifted myself off her and lay at her side playing with her hard, taunt belly, her abs. She had better defined abs than I did. She was a specimen.

Reaching across my chest she pulled her clasp pocketbook to her and fished around before finding a cigarette and lighter. I looked at her in complete surprise.

"This is the only time I ever smoke and only after a really great orgasm."

OK, that was a new one. We lay there in mutual bliss for several minutes while she finished her smoke in my non-smoking room. After catching the ashes in her palm she scooted off to the bathroom and flushed the butt. When she came back she crawled on top of me and we stayed face to face like that for quite a while before she said she wanted to do it again and lowered her face down onto my now growing prick. She wasn't a one trick pony, that is for sure. We sucked and fucked each other for the next hour before finally running out of gas and fell asleep in each other's arms.

Pam was up and out of the room before I woke in the morning. She left a note for me on the table.

"David, I didn't want to wake you that early so I watched a beautiful man sleep for a while until I had to go get ready for work. I probably drank too much last night because this is really fucking early! That said, thank you for the most wonderful evening with the most sensual man I have ever known with the exception of just one of course. It was beyond the best and no, I don't feel the least bit of guilt. I've dreamed of you like that for so long. I'm sure we will talk later. Until then, Love you always, Pam"

One less day of recuperation and another layer of complexity.

End of Part V



The Epiphanous Spouses Pt. 06



This story is provided from a husband's perspective and certainly does not reflect the mundane experiences of my own journey through the joys and travails of marriage. It could be classed as something other than a Loving Wives tale but I think it fits the genre reasonably so. It is not a tale of an unwitting cuckold or a recollection of burning the dastardly bitch although there is cuckoldry and a bitch or two represented. It is rather long and being presented in multiple parts over a few days of submissions. It is also fiction and not a recount of any real life experiences in my life or in anybody else's life that I know of. I have taken literary liberties with certain aspects of the tale so if there are those who declare "Ayah, there is no way that could have happened like that!" well, perhaps you are right.

I am going to leave anonymous commenting open for now but will probably delete those comments that are not constructive and adding to any fruitful discussion. The story developed via character arching and was written free form i.e. without plot outlining and I have not submitted it to a peer editor.

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Part VI

I was downstairs in the lobby waiting for the valet when Stephen called.

"Hello, old friend. Am I going to see you sometime today?" he asked.

"Stephen, it's always great to hear from you. I had intended to catch up with you after I wrap up some of the old man's business this morning. He gave me a grocery list of chores for this trip and I have a couple of them on my list for today. I should be able to break free by mid-afternoon."

"That would be great. Oh, and Cindy asked me earlier this morning if it would be OK if you picked up Pam to keep you company on the trip over? I think the two sisters have a culinary experience they want to try out on us."

I tried not to laugh but it was impossible. "That's no problem. I had dinner with Pam last evening. I'll send her a text and let her know I'm heading out sometime after 3PM. Until then, I've got to run. My car's here."

We ended our conversation and I retrieved the car from the valet. It was not a long ride to San Rafael and it was a beautiful morning. This business discussion was added at the last minute by Mr. Stanhope and it involved transition plans for the acquired Morgan firm. If I was to take the helm, he thought it appropriate that I help shape the transition by meeting with William Bishop, the other partner the old man was working with. He handled mostly administrative activities and assurance & compliance. The Bishop side of the firm would stay mostly out of it but the shared services aspect was critical to a successful transition.

Mr. Bishop was a mature gentleman, probably in his early sixties and an absolute giant. He had to stand 6'8" at least and that in stocking feet. He was wearing cowboy boots with two inch heels and had an enormous span with probably the biggest hands I had ever seen. His handshake was powerful and had a deep voice to match. John Wayne wouldn't have held a candle to him. When I first met him, he brushed his platinum mane of long hair back off his forehead, extended his hand and actually said "Howdy, young fella". He wasn't a Texan but close being from Arizona.

I watched as my hand was swallowed up in his and we shook before taking seats at the conference table in his private office. The office had a wonderful view of the creek and bay, almost distractingly beautiful. Once the pleasantries were out of the way, we delved into the meat of our business. He intimated that he was aware of Mr. Stanhope's offer to me and hoped I would readily accept. While I didn't divulge my plans I had already accepted it in my mind and our subsequent discussions cemented those plans. 

"Young man, I've been back and forth with Harry on a number of things and I'm prepared to lay an offer in front of you today to make sure you accept the job of running the new Phoenix Financials Group. We are merging the old Morgan operations with Stanhope-Bishop Hedge and M&A to create the new group, Phoenix Financials. We want you to take the helm as CEO and spend the next several months weeding out the old Morgan business that we do not want to carry and to eliminate redundant operations. Once that is settled, we need your direction and basically, your acumen, to carry the firm forward.

Harry put together a five year contract that includes a start of $600K and increases $200K per year to top out at $1.6M after five years, subject of course to renegotiation at that point. We also added an equity position of 3% per year totaling 15% after five years. The Executive MIP is based at 33% and tops out at twice annual salary provided strategic objectives are met. Naturally, the full slate of employee benefits on top of that plus your choice of vehicles every two years."

If my tongue was not hanging out of my mouth it should have been. I didn't need to negotiate anything at that point, not that I expected to. I informed Mr. Bishop that I considered it a done deal and asked where I could piss in a bottle. We shook hands on the deal and I signed a formal offer letter right there. With those formalities out of the way we got down to the business of transitioning the firm.

The entire executive committee and Morgan board was out. I think most of them knew that in any event, especially the board since the old company no longer existed. Bishop handed me a list of employees located at the home branch as well as indicating there were electronic records for each of them set up on a Stanhope-Bishop server I was given access to. Most were senior or management level employees but they also included several working on the top floor including my wife, Marylyn. A separate file listed those working downstairs in mostly clerical and administrative functions.

Interestingly, each of the Morgan siblings had salaried senior level positions with the company although I did not see that any of them other than Roger held any viable functioning role. There were some easy cuts. I did see that Marylyn was making at least 50% more than I thought she made. This was going to be an interesting exercise.

Bishop and I then discussed the discretion and leeway I would have with the firm and I was pleasantly surprised that I had carte blanche to do as I saw fit. The old man had full trust and confidence in me. As I was gazing out the window, I thought of Kiera and the roles she could help develop. In my two encounters I had grown fond of her and looked forward to working with her to broaden her financial toolkit. Naturally, I realized she might just be all talk and no real walk but I'd learn that soon enough although my gut told me she was a natural. I thought a good trial test was needed to measure her readiness. It was 10:30 here in California meaning it was 8:30 back home so I reached for my phone and punched a number.

"Hello, this is Kiera."

"Kiera, Good morning, this is David Stone. How are you this great fine morning? Not hung over?"

"It's the middle of the week, knucklehead. What's up? Couldn't find a MILF to help you out this early so you called me? I'm impressed."

"Now now, be a good little girl. I wanted to talk to you concerning the position I talked to you about the other day. You know, the one where you become fabulously wealthy and become a knockoff clone of a Stepford wife?"

"Oh, so you have decided to take the job yourself? "

"Yes, and I want to hire you right now. $80K per year plus bonuses and benefits, three weeks vacation and you have to be willing to travel a good bit. Are you game?"

"Fuck... Oh my God, I'm sorry. Of course I'm game. When do I start?"

"Well, Kiera, here's the deal. Quit your job right now. Drive out to the Stanhope estate and ask for Sarah Stanhope. She will be expecting you. I will have airline tickets for you and a car at the airport when you arrive to take you to the Meritage Resort in Napa, California. You will have a suite reserved in your name already taken care of on my bill. Settle in and enjoy the evening. Everything goes on my tab. The Hotel will know this before you arrive. I may see you this evening. If not, we will have breakfast in the morning. In any event I'll call you regardless this evening. So, all that said, just get yourself to Sarah Stanhope and she will have everything else for you. Pack to return on Friday."

I gave her Sarah's personal phone number and the address. I thought I could almost hear her crying in the background.

"Kiera, is everything OK?"

"Yeah, I'm just overwhelmed with happiness right now. This is so much more than I ever expected. My boss is going to be pissed at me for quitting like this but she will have to get over it."

"Don't worry about that. Give me her name and number and I'll make her happy about it."

"OK, miracle worker. Alright then, boss, I'm jumping off the cliff now and heading for Ms. Stanhope. Thank you so much for having faith in me for this and see you tonight or in the morning I guess."

"Great. I think you are worth the trust, Kiera. Let's see what happens."

We exchanged more information and ended the call. I immediately called her boss and explained my pressing need and to help her out, reimbursed Kiera's salary for the past two months. There was no objection at that point and the woman even agreed to give Kiera a good recommendation letter. Winners all around.

I then called Sarah to see if she would make the necessary arrangements.

"Why hello, my sweet man. Daddy says you are doing big things in high places for him."

"Daddy exaggerates things, you know, but I am busy tending to the store."

I explained what I needed done and she agreed immediately assuring that everything would be under control.

"David, when you get back on Friday, I know you are going to go back to your home but I would like to keep Marylyn here with me over the weekend. You can have your bride back to take home with you Sunday. Of course you will be here Saturday evening for our party. Is that OK with you?

"Sarah, I need to give that some thought. Let's talk later in the week."

I did not want to commit to anything at this point even though I knew I would most likely would go along with it as long as Marylyn was in a safe place. I asked Sarah to put my wife on the line and we talked for several minutes before we ended the call.

Mr. Bishop and I settled ourselves into the tasks of process mapping the administrative activities needed to start the transition and by lunchtime we had finished with a working draft of what I would need when I returned. My first official day on the job would be the upcoming Monday and tentatively I would work out of the old Morgan home offices until we decided on a permanent home. The lease on the building was transferable if we chose to keep it but we had thirty days to make that decision.

I thought about Roger Morgan at that point and how he used my wife in that CEO office along with other women in the firm. My inclination was to take a sledgehammer to everything in there but fortunately rational thought prevailed. I would work out of a simpler office downstairs with Kiera close by. In all likelihood, PFG would relocate to one of the new office complexes located along the river that Mr. Stanhope had invested in a couple years ago. 

A gentle voice broke me out of my train of thought.

"I have sandwiches and salads ready for you, Mr. Stone. Everything is set up on the balcony next door."

I looked up into the face of an absolute beauty, astonishing in her perfection, and I was speechless. She was backlit by the streaming sunlight and her hair was shimmering gold. Her eyes were not blue, they were violet. When she smiled, her beauty radiated across her face.

"Thank you, Ma'am. I had not thought of eating but now that it is mentioned, I'm starved."

Bishop looked up from his work.

"David, this is my daughter, Millicent. She works with me here on several projects. She was actually quite involved with the Morgan thing from the start doing a lot of the analysis for us."

Ok, so she was smart too.

"Ms. Millicent, it is my pleasure to meet you and given your work on the acquisition of Morgan, perhaps we might share some thoughts later. I'm going to have a lot of ground to cover."

We stood up from the table and followed Millicent to the room next door and its balcony. I could hardly remove my eyes from the shape of her ass as she walked slowly in front. She was wearing very tight slacks with diagonal patterns that merged together right at the very crack of her bum.

The lunch was wonderful and when we concluded, I excused myself to make a couple phone calls and get ready for a brief meeting with another client across the bay in Richmond. Before leaving, Mr. Bishop made a sales pitch.

"David, it's been a pleasure having you out here today. I'm sure we will be working on several things together over the next few months. I wanted to run something by you before you head out. I've been talking with Millicent lately about her desire to get in the thick of things and get out of San Rafael for a while. I think she has a lot of interest in PFG and would like to stay involved. She might hit you on that before you return on Friday. Any interest?"

I didn't have to think long on that. "Mr. Bishop, if she was involved with the acquisition prep work to Mr. Stanhope's and your approvals on this project, then I have no doubt she would be an asset to the firm. I'll tell you what. I have a girl I just hired flying out here today to help me with our work tomorrow. We were going to work out of a conference room at the hotel but with your permission, we could work here and perhaps pull Millicent into it. That would give me a chance to see the chemistry at work and have a discussion with her."

David, that sounds perfect. I will be out of the office tomorrow but you can have full run of the place for as long as you wish. I'll let my assistant, Olivia, know about the details."

"Excellent. Does she have family considerations if she relocates?"

"I doubt it. Her ex-husband divorced her a few years ago and they didn't have any children and as far as I know, she isn't involved with anybody. Of course I would miss her terribly but I also know she is only a flight away for either of us. No, I think she is more than ready for a change."

"Good, then. I'll put her through the paces tomorrow and then explore her interest. Mr. Bishop, I need to run across the bay to another short meeting. It has been a pleasure working with you and I'll touch base with you on Monday when I kick things off."

We shook hands and I set off for my next meeting. There were no complexities with that one and I was able to complete everything in a little over an hour. I headed up I-80 to Vallejo and on up to Napa and arrived before 3PM. After freshening up, I headed down to the lobby and found Pam waiting for me. Kiera would get in around 4PM and I stopped at the desk to make sure all the arrangements had been made. After leaving a note for her, Pam and I headed for Pepperwood Grove

Cindy greeted us on the walkway with hugs and kisses all around and ushered us into the house. This was their new house and my first visit. They moved up here from Clearlake shortly after I first confided with Stephen about Marylyn. When we walked through to the great room, a sweeping panoramic of Clear Lake greeted us. It was impressive. Pam threw her bag onto the couch and headed for the kitchen. Stephen was still at work and would join us a bit before dinner.

"Cindy, where does Stephen keep his good stuff?"

She pointed to a side cabinet before returning to the kitchen where the sisters started pouring themselves glasses of wine. I found his scotch and helped myself before walking out to the fabulous patio. Stephen had done extremely well in the commercial real estate business and had been astute enough to recognize a brewing bubble back in 2006. He protected himself from the coming storm and when the markets settled after their precipitous fall, he snatched up several prized properties including a handful of building spots along Clear Lake, all at rock bottom prices. Obviously, when the markets returned, he made another killing. The new home at Pepperwood sat above Highway 20 in a prime location with a killer view. I remember thinking I could get very used to this in short order.

Cindy came up behind me and goosed my knee thinking it was terribly funny.

"So, David, how is the home front?"

I didn't know how much she knew so I tempered my reply. "Well, Marylyn and I are working out a few things but I think everything is going to work out OK. With the kids out of the house now, we probably didn't pay as much attention to each other as we should have. That will have to change."

"Yeah, Stephen told me you guys were going through a patch. I think everybody does. It's part of the whole partnership thing, isn't it? You have to freshen it up sometimes."

I just nodded my head and we chatted some more about a wide range of things. Cindy would occasionally look a bit shrewdly at me as if she was sharing a secret. She and Pam were as close as siblings could be and I suspected they might have talked about last evening. Pam and I talked a bit about it on the way up and comfortably so. We each had a great time and there was no need for any guilt. If it happened again, so be it. If not, we had a great memory experience. Whatever the case, I was going to share that with Marylyn when I returned.

Stephen popped in about an hour before dinner and we excused ourselves from the ladies.

"Stephen, it has been a hell of a week. What am I talking about? It has been an excruciating several months. How much do you know about what happened?"

"Well, David, I know what John told me so I know what happened to that fucking cocksucker last week. I would have preferred to stick his head in a vice but I'm guessing his punishment was quite fitting. I wouldn't have thought of that."

"I don't think John thought of it either."

He looked at me as if he didn't understand so I started telling him the story including the video of it and the other team that was involved as well as my discussions with old man Stanhope.

"So, Marylyn decided staying with you was the better option?" He started to laugh but then turned serious. "I don't mean to laugh, David, really, I don't. I'm guessing she was one fucking scared bitch when all this went down but I know how much you love her. Whatever makes it right for you two. I guess since you've tapped one of the Giardone sisters now, you've got a different view of things?"

"How in the hell did you know that?"

"Cindy told me earlier. She talked with Pam this morning. Pam was worried you would think less of her now that she fucked you. I told her to tell Pam that you probably are ready to divorce your wife and move in with her. OK, so tell me .. is she? Great?" 

"Fuck you, I'd never tell." I laughed.

"Yes you would. I've told you how Cindy is. Hell you've been in the same house, damn near the same room a few times. I know how Marylyn is too. I've heard that little hottie several times. I'm guessing Pammie is just as hot as Cindy."

"Have you ever .." He interrupted me.

"Hell no. Not that I wouldn't like to. Jesus , who wouldn't."

I didn't tell him about Sarah or the weekend of hedonism at the Stanhope residence. I don't think I was ready to explain something that I didn't fully grasp myself.

"Anyways, David, You need to talk with John about last week if you really need answers to any questions. I know the bastard had his prick cut off and the shit beat out of him but beyond that, I don't know the particulars. It is probably best I didn't and to tell you the truth, if you know that much, you ought to leave it buried now too. It will make life much less complicated later, trust me. I've been there and done that, as you know.




The Epiphanous Spouses Pt. 06



That said, let's eat. The ladies are ready."

We had a great dinner and conversation afterwards and by 9PM I knew I needed to head back to Napa. Cindy invited us to stay but I knew I had business in San Rafael in the morning and it would be better to push off from the hotel rather than here at Clear Lake. Pam quickly agreed and locked arms as we headed out the door for the drive back.

When we entered the hotel I noticed Kiera sitting at the bar talking with a couple of men but she didn't see me come in. Rather than distract her, I went up the elevator with Pam still at my side. She had left her work case in my room rather than lug it to her home before we left. When we entered the room, she went to the suite bar and poured herself and I a glass of wine and stretched out on the chaise. I changed out of my work clothes and slipped on a pair of shorts and a polo for comfort. When I came out of the bedroom, she looked like she was about to fall fast asleep. I moved her drink out of her hand and to the table and scooped her up in my arms before taking her into the bedroom.

"Why David, are you inviting me to spend the night again?"

"Pam, dear, if I let you out the door, you'd fall asleep and be in the ditch before you hit the drive. You need a good night's sleep."

I laid her down and began undressing her and removing her clothes. It was definitely not an unpleasant chore. She sat up and helped me with her bra and when she laid back down I tucked my thumbs into the waistband of her lace panties and slipped them off her perfect ass. I then bent down, kissed her belly and then her lips and told her to sleep tight.

"Motherfucker" she whispered and then pulled the sheet up over her.

I think she was asleep before I ever got out the door.

When I arrived downstairs, Kiera was still holding court with three men now. I didn't want to interrupt just yet so I settled back into a plush chair some distance away and just observed. She wasn't an alt girl tonight. Instead she was wearing a short black sleeveless dress with a bit of cleavage showing but it was the leg and thigh view that drew the wolves. Her hair was gelled back with just a hint of blue color on one side and had on a dark mascara and eye shadow. I couldn't tell about the piercings from where I was.

One of the guys was getting a bit touchy with her and she shut him down quick but they were intent. This was not the sports bar back home and these guys were far more persistent. The chatting and laughter continued until I noticed one of the guys passed his hand over her drink very quickly when another one had her distracted. Kiera was definitely not drunk but if they dropped a roofie in her drink she would soon appear to be so. I watched as she continued chatting with the letches and rather than have her start to sip the doctored drink, I felt it was time to step in to her defense.

"Hello, Kiera, I see that you made it OK!"

A couple of the fellows were none too happy to have me interrupt their entertainments. I could see it in their postures and faces.

"I've been looking all over for you."

One of them thought he would be belligerent. "The lady is busy at the moment. Why don't you run along now and let us be." He flexed his bicep just a bit thinking I might be impressed. I paid him no mind.

"Your mother and I have been looking all over for an hour now. Come along, we have to find her now."

Kiera just looked at me with a clever grin on her face before bursting into an infectious smile.

"Oh, Daddy, I've been here all along with these nice gentlemen. This is Hank, he is Jim and I think this one is Tommy. Is that right, guys?"

At this point, they didn't say much. "Daddy" had arrived to save his daughter. Mr. Flex whose name I guess was Hank just grunted something unintelligible and turned back to the bar. I took Kiera onto my arm and we walked out toward the patio bar but not before I picked up her drink

"Now Daddy, aren't we going the wrong way. Upstairs is that way." She had on her fake pout face but she squeezed my arm more tightly as we found our way outside.

"Kiera, I think you should stick to straight orange juice or apple or something for the rest of the night."

"David, I'm not drunk. I'm just going along with your game back there, seriously."

"Hum, you didn't see what they put in your drink did you?"

Her hands went to her mouth and her eyes got as big as saucers.

"Yeah, you were about to become another statistic and that probably would have ruined your day tomorrow especially since you wouldn't have remembered a thing about it."

"Jesus, I'm stupid." Kiera was crying. 

"Kiera, listen to me. You are OK. Nothing happened to you and I'll keep you safe. Sit right here for a bit."

I walked back to the bar, motioned the bartender over and told him to call house security after I explained the drink. The Meritage uses off duty County deputies for their security and each of them is a concealed carry. Of course the chain of evidence was corrupt but the circumstances were enough to get them arrested. Three officers very quickly arrived and took all three men into custody and escorted them out of the building. I think the Meritage was just happy to have them off the premises. I returned to Kiera.

She grabbed her pocketbook, my arm, and we headed upstairs. She was the next room over from mine. After swiping the entry card and getting her in the room, she turned around and flung her arms around my neck and planted the nicest kiss on my lips. If I lacked scruples, I would have had what the three fools downstairs were after and willingly at that. However, that isn't me. She needed sleep and so did I, especially since tomorrow would be her first full day on the job. I picked her up, carried her to the bed, took her shoes off but left her dress on and leaned down and kissed her on the forehead.

"Goodnight, Kiera. I'll see you in the morning, 8AM."

"Motherfucker." And she closed her eyes. What was the chance of that?

I returned to my room, freshened up, stripped my clothes off and climbed into bed. Pam was sound asleep. Later in the night I woke to find her hugging and spooning me from behind. I drifted off to sleep again with my groin hardened into my hug pillow.

When morning came, I woke and lay there with Pam nestled close to me still half asleep. Her fingers had found my morning wood and she was slowly stroking me under the covers. Without saying a word, she swung her hips over mine and with her hand began rubbing the head of my prick up and down and around the wet opening of her vagina. Slowly she lowed herself onto my erection, bent down and kissed me as she found her rhythm and moved her muscular hips up and down my prick. She was soaking wet and I fit like a silky glove inside her. There was no hurried pace to our fuck. It was slow, purposeful and deep. She lay on my chest with her aroused nipples pressed against me and milked her wet sex up and down. My finger found her bud and I pressed slowly against it, moistening my fingers from the sloshing wetness next to it. She orgasmed before I did and that hastened my own release when she lifted herself off of me and slowly stroked my cum onto my belly.

She played with it with her fingers for a while longer, licking some of it to her lips and tongue and when she was finished, scooted up to gently kiss me on the lips.

"We should have done this a long time ago, David. I have always fantasized about it."

"Pam, a long time ago, neither of us would have done it."

"That's true but it's still nice to think about and now that you have made love to me, I've got a good reference point, yes?"

"I suppose so."

With that, we both rose and took a shower together.

I met Kiera downstairs at 8AM as planned. Interestingly, I felt refreshed and ready for the day even though I had been put through the paces just an hour earlier. Pam was off to a training session in San Francisco for the day and didn't know if she would be back in the evening. We had a sit down heart to heart discussion before I left and we agreed that because of the changed circumstances in my life and our long term affection for each other, neither of us would have any guilt over it. I told her I would discuss it with Marylyn but I also let her know that the next time I'm back in town or if she visits us, I would love to get together again and not to have to worry about consequences. Happily, she agreed and even suggested that she talk with Marylyn on her own for both their benefit. Without saying as much, I think we also agreed we wouldn't share this with my adult children. I kissed her goodbye and out the door I went. She waved at me heading out the lobby as I stood there with Kiera.

"Did David get lucky last night?"

"That, young lady, remains for you to guess. Incidentally, that woman is a longtime friend of the family and I hold her in the highest regard."

"Oh I don't doubt that, David, but I saw how the two of you looked at each other too." She burst into a grin and a laugh and I had to join her in that but said nothing.

"OK, let's grab a quick bite to eat and then take a pleasant drive. I see Sarah gave you an office care package? It should have all the tools you will need for now .. laptop, calculator, cell phone etc. We can port everything later and all the account and password setups should be in the bag. Good, oh, we will need to get you set up with travel cards ASAP. Remind me of that."

Kiera was taking in every word as she tried keeping up with me. She was dressed for business today wearing a sleek business suit with moderate heels and her hair was pulled back. Still gelled, but pulled back and she didn't have any of her piercing jewelry. I liked the blue hair touch on the side. I felt proud to be with her. She was my unique find.

We pulled into a Chik-fil-a and grabbed a couple chicken biscuits and coffee before pointing ourselves southwest to San Rafael. It was another beautiful day with warm temps and the traffic was easy. We talked about her scramble to get here yesterday, her impressions of Sarah, what she thought about the Meritage. We never broached her close call last night.

We pulled into the Bishop offices around 9AM and went straight up to the conference room with the large balcony. Olivia met us in the reception area when we came in and had coffee and snacks at the ready. After getting settled and plugged in, we went over an agenda. Kiera's laptop accounts and access all worked fine (Kudos to Sarah) and we were ready. 

That is when Millicent made her spectacular entrance and my mouth hung open like a star struck schoolboy. Kiera grinned and elbowed me. She was wearing a short green sleeveless front button up dress with at least three top buttons left open, four inch dark brown heels and a beautiful double strand of pearls with earrings to match. Her golden hair was pulled back tight and being tall like her father, her presence dominated the room.

I stuck my tongue back in my mouth and introduced the two ladies to each other and when the formalities were out of the way, introduced the Phoenix Financials Group Project to them. Working with the process maps Mr. Bishop and I completed yesterday, I tasked both women with working together to build an organizational chart for the new company that they felt would meet all the identified administrative needs and provide the resources needed to jump headfirst into both hedges and M&A work. I needed it to be able to take it back with me on Friday. They had basically 24 hours.

This was my test for both women. They had to be able to understand what they were working with, match it with the charter we already had and produce a product that could be implemented and meet all our objectives. It was an MBA case shoved into one day. If it worked, I would be taking two successful businesswomen back with me tomorrow afternoon. If not, they would stay the weekend to finish the project and fly back on their own to present it to me on Monday.

Millicent stepped up to the task immediately, taking overall charge of outlining the work. She was experienced, I could tell. However Kiera absorbed everything she was doing asking questions along the way. They seemed to have clicked as a team and as the morning progressed, I left them to their task.

Olivia was tending to cleanup chores with Mr. Bishop out of the office for the day. She told me she usually went with him on such trips but with us in the office today, she wanted to stay to help. There were only three other people at work, all women, and all glancing occasionally to see who the new man was. Olivia was a sensual woman in her own right. She was quite short, maybe five feet tops, and trim and athletic in build. If I guessed her age, she was probably later thirties. There was no ring on her hand so I assumed not married.

"Mr. Stone, you are going to have your hands full with those two women. I can see it in their eyes, especially the young lady that came in here with you today. She sticks tight to you."

I hadn't actually noticed that with Kiera. She struck me as quite independent.

"Well, Ms. Olivia, I hired her untested and this is her first challenge for me. She might be feeling a bit unsure."

"Nah, I don't think so, Mr. Stone. She's got puppy love in those eyes." 

Olivia laughed gently when she said that. I just kind of took it in and chalked it up to another occurrence in a rather strange week.

I discovered that Olivia was indeed not married, that her husband left her and two kids and ran off with a woman from Chicago. Mr. Bishop took her under his wing and got her back on her feet and she decided to stay and work for him when he offered her the job. She was from San Antonio originally but she only had her mother left and had her move here to be close.

"So how do you like working for Mr. Bishop? I know he is starting to slow down his regular affairs now that we have stepped in."

"I have always enjoyed working for him but he has his quirks like anybody else. He can be a real son of a bitch sometimes but I just have to remind him of who REALLY runs things around here" she said tapping her breast.

We both laughed together on that and I excused myself to get a cup of coffee and check on the two ladies in the conference room. 

The women were making good progress on their project and seemed assured they would be able to finish by evening. By lunchtime they were ready for a break but wanted to eat there at the office. They ordered out. I had Olivia make reservations for lunch at Ill Davide for the two of us.

We arrived about 30 minutes later and the waitress led us to a cozy table near the back wall and we ordered appetizers and a couple drinks. She was an interesting woman, knowledgeable in a broad range of subjects but especially around the subjects of administrative management and organizational development. With Bishop getting ready to wind down his operations over the next year or so in favor of eventual retirement, I decided to keep Olivia in mind for a relo if the opportunity presented itself.

She did share some interesting information about Millicent. The younger Bishop had been divorced for a little over five years and she was supposedly the cause for the divorce having a wandering eye for other men. Olivia stressed that was in the past and that Millicent refused to even date men today after owning up to her mistakes and realizing that it was her behavior that ended her marriage. In any event, she had buried herself in her work and caught the attention of a few large firms in the Bay area yet she refused all offers focusing instead on helping with her father's projects. When it looked like the PFG project was actually going to take off with a new CEO to head it, she began expressing strong interest in becoming involved with the new company.

"Especially when she read your CV. That is when her interest began to peak and when you showed up here yesterday, she could hardly contain herself. She wants the job real bad."

I nodded my agreement and revealed my intention of taking her on, possibly having her fly back with me on the following day along with my new hire, Kiera, as long as they finished the project I had given them.

We finished our lunch amid a pleasant conversation and returned to the office. The ladies were busting themselves between bites of take-out and animated discussions of how this or that scenario should work. They each worked diligently throughout the afternoon and by 5PM excitingly pulled me into the conference room. 

The project plan was presented and surprisingly seemed to be workable on first pass. Both women passed my test with flying colors. Before the day was complete, I offered Millicent a position with the new company working with Kiera and hopefully mentoring her as well. She accepted on the spot and I requested that she fly back with me or at least make plans to be there on Monday morning to kick things off. Kiera offered to put her up at her place and plans were made. The three of us would fly back late tomorrow morning and prepare to jumpstart the new Phoenix Financials Group.

With all the excitement of the past several days, I decided to take some serious downtime and do nothing. When Kiera and I arrived back at the Meritage, I excused myself for the evening and let her know we would head to the airport from the Hotel at 9AM. We exchanged hugs and I then went upstairs to my suite. With the shoes kicked off and FBN on the TV, I decided to give Marylyn a call.

"Hello, Honey, how is California?"

"It is still here in all its glory. How are you doing?"

"David, I am doing OK although I do wish you were here. I would sleep better if you were by my side. Sarah has me sleeping with her at night for the company but it isn't the same thing, you know."

"Marylyn, I can understand. Sarah told me yesterday that you are staying there over the weekend? Are you OK with that?"

"Honey, I assumed you gave her permission to keep me here and because of that, I have been very obedient to her wishes."

"Yes, I know that but are you OK with it? Is it something that you want to do? I haven't given Sarah the go ahead but if I do I would expect you to be obedient to everything she tells you, with no exceptions and I do mean, no exceptions. Now, is that something you would agree to?"

"David, if you and Sarah want that then yes, I would be agreeable."

I couldn't move her off that submissive compliance thing and get her to tell me what she wanted so I made the assumption that was what she wanted and left it at that.

"OK, then, I'm going to tell Sarah that she can have you completely through the weekend but you know what that means? You will do whatever she tells you to with no questions. I'm not going to step in and interfere."

"David, thank you for being my husband. I love you so much."

"I love you too, Marylyn, I always have. I saw Stephen and Cindy as well as Pam while I've been here. They are all doing well. I think Pam was thinking of calling you or even visit if she can get away. She asked about the kids and all."

"That is wonderful, David. I'm so happy you could all get together for a while. I wish I was there now."

"Maybe the next trip. Oh, I haven't told you the news yet. Old man Stanhope has offered me the job of heading up a new company and I accepted the offer yesterday. I start Monday. He acquired Morgan Banking, your company, and is merging some of his operations into it. I know you have not been back to work since last Friday but we will talk about that later. I'm not sure I want you working or not at this point. Let's see how things go for a bit."

"David, that's wonderful. I'm so happy for you and don't worry about my work. I'll be happy doing whatever you want ."

"Alright, I am flying home tomorrow but I am not going to the Stanhope residence. I'm going to our house. I guess I am expected at Sarah's party Saturday evening and I am assuming the woman will let me see my wife."




The Epiphanous Spouses Pt. 06



We both laughed a bit at that, chatted a bit more, kissed over the phone and said our goodbyes. I was pushing things a bit when I said Marylyn would have to be completely obedient to Sarah with no exceptions. I didn't know how far she would go but I know she can strike an ass well enough to redden it and she would certainly gamble my wife's pussy to another man if it excited her. The experience with Peter showed that the other evening. What I was concerned about was the reactions I might have knowing what she was doing. At the same time, I have just finished a couple days of fucking a very close friend that I would never dreamed of doing prior. Hell, I've already indicated that about the entire damn week.

After the call, I regretted not asking about Roger Morgan although I suspect Marylyn would not have wanted to discuss him. Nonetheless, I was interested in how he was integrating himself into his new insufferable environment. I was not done with the fucker, not by a longshot.

I ordered room service for dinner, watched the news for a bit and eventually slipped on a pair of slacks and a pullover and headed downstairs. It was busier than the previous evening and I didn't see Kiera. She might have been exhausted from the early morning and a busy day. In any event, I grabbed a seat at the bar and had a scotch and soda while the Bears and Packers were playing on the screen. It was Thursday night and I had forgotten.

As I sat there watching the game, I began thinking of how this would all play out. Not just the PFG thing but the marriage and the intricate relationships woven in and out of it. I've had intimate relationships with two women other than my wife, one a long term acquaintance and the other a close family friend. On top of that, I've lusted for others, one of whom is not much older than my own children. Kiera and Millicent both radiated their own unique, highly charged sensuality. In Kiera's case it was intensified by her distinctive personality. With Millicent, her sensuality was framed by a physical perfection matched by few women anywhere. Then there are the sidelines, Janet and Joy, and of course the gorgeous twins, Carla and Sandy.

I think it was the months of watching my wife being used sexually and her willingness to divorce me rather than have me find out thinking I could not understand. That was the really big mistake in all this. If she had come to me, I think I would have understood or at least I would have tried to. Granted I was mad as hell at first and could have killed the both of them. Instead I allowed it to continue and by inference I allowed everything that has occurred since it all came to light. When I examined my own actions I found a man equally guilty in his responses. With Pam, I could easily understand. It was released physical passion between two long time close friends. Under different circumstances, it would have been a clandestine affair or a one off. 

Sarah was an entirely different matter. I lusted after her when I was a teen. I've admired her own beauty for years and I'm caught up in all of it right under her own roof. She has that dominant streak in her, a feminine and subtle aggressiveness that overrides any objection I might have. Perhaps it is true that I possess an elusive submissive tendency tempered by my own masculinity. If so, then Sarah has recognized it and wrought it to her desires. She has especially elevated Marylyn's tendencies to her advantage and that acknowledgement tugs at my sensibilities yet I acquiesce in any event. A touchdown by the Packers brought me out of my introspection and having finished my drink I retired to my room. 

I was up early the next morning and after a good run and a light breakfast, I met Kiera in the lobby and having checked out, retrieved the car and headed for the airport. Millicent had already checked baggage and was waiting for us at the gate. Olivia had booked her flight the previous evening and everything proceeded smoothly. 

We landed on time and once through baggage, we said our goodbyes for the weekend and the ladies went off on their own way while I retrieved my truck and headed to my house.

It was quiet and peaceful. My happy neighbors waved happily and I waved back. Apparently Marylyn had remembered to have the trashcan at the curb this morning and the young guy we have do the lawn had just mowed and edged. I pulled my truck into the garage noting the absence of Marylyn's car. Entering the house, everything had been picked up and there was even a new stock of cold beer in the fridge so I kicked off my shoes and cracked one open. Stepping out onto the patio, I pulled up a chaise and kicked back. It felt like last April, before I discovered the whoring. After finishing the beer, I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep under the shade of the umbrella and didn't wake until nearly 8PM.

I think it was a dog barking that woke me. It was now dark with the late October sun having set nearly an hour earlier. I righted myself and re-entered my home and headed straight for the shower. Grabbing a pair of jeans and a tee shirt, I slipped on a pair of old school penny loafers and tried to decide where or what to do. After four hours of sleeping, I felt like somebody had shot me with adrenaline and I couldn't relax in a chair anymore. Twenty minutes later I was seated back at the same Pub I met Kiera in several days earlier with a Fosters in front of me accompanied by a bowl of salt peanuts.

There was a bigger, more boisterous crown this evening, being a Friday but I didn't mind. It was fun to just people watch. Then, they walked in. The tall one was wearing tight jeans up to there and a skin tight 49ers tee shirt with heels on her feet. The shorter one had on a pair of tight black jeans, a black lace tee that accented the black bra underneath and had black cowboy boots on her feet. Her hair was punked with blue on one side and a flash of purple on the other. I could also see that the leopard print tattoo traveled down her side and spread over to her navel. 

If there were two totally different personas, they could not have been more equally matched up. They didn't see me so I just watched.

Kiera seemed to know half the people in there and after a dozen hugs and kisses and introductions, the two ladies settled in with a couple other women and one of the men she knew. They looked like they were having a good time and I didn't want to interrupt it by letting them know I was there so I downed my beer, settled my tab and made my way out onto the walkway. It didn't work. A woman each took me by the arm and marched me right back inside.

"Where in hell did you think you were going?" Kiera asked.

"Well, I thought I needed some air." I replied.

Millicent just grinned. She had been drinking a bit.

The two escorted me to the booth they were in and with Millicent scooting in first, Kiera maneuvered me in next to her and then took my other side. It was cozy and under other circumstances, probably inappropriate but I didn't object. Pints were brought before us and introductions made and within minutes we were toasting to the night and our successes, whatever they may be. By coincidence the other two women were named May and June and the guy's name was Dexter. Within the hour we were drunk and all great friends. 

After another couple hours, I was piss drunk, Millicent was worse and Kiera was the only one with enough wits to get us out of there. From that point, everything got a bit hazy with shady recollections. I remember walking down the street with a woman on each arm and turning into a stairway next to a shop and somehow getting up the stairs. From that point, I don't remember a thing until morning.

I woke to the smell of bacon. I was completely naked lying under a sheet and next to me was an equally naked and still sleeping Millicent. I rubbed my eyes in disbelief and instantly got wood. I didn't remember a bit of it. Then Kiera walked back into the room wearing nothing but a short tee shirt.

"Shhhh let her sleep. She was so wasted."

I started to get up but remembered my aroused state and nudity but Kiera just tossed me a towel.

Whispering she said "Don't worry about it, I got to see it in all its glory. There's an extra toothbrush in the cabinet and all the body wash and shampoo is in the shower. Breakfast in a few."

I heard a groan behind me and Millicent had rolled over displaying her full breasts to my view. I could only utter "Jesus" under my breath as I walked to the bathroom. Kiera just giggled.

By midmorning, the three of us were sitting down to a breakfast of eggs and bacon, toast and copious amounts of coffee. I kept looking back and forth between them and they just continued ignoring my inquiries with feigned innocence. I had checked myself for any signs of sex and didn't think I had fucked either of them but I couldn't be sure. If I did, I remember thinking I missed out on what had to be a fantastic time.

"David, neither of us fucked you if that is what you are thinking" Kiera chimed in. "Not that I didn't try but after the last couple of shots you were out like a light. Yeah, you did shots when we got back and so did Millicent. You two are crazy."

Millicent looked over at me and grinning just shrugged her beautiful shoulders.

"She was doing tequila shots off your belly and you were doing them off her, well, never mind. In any event you were both naked and stupid drunk and David ..." she whispered "You were big and ready and then you laid back and passed completely out and Millicent here did the same laying passed out drunk across your belly. I wish I had taken a picture. But in any event I got you two straightened out somehow and crashed next to you and now here we are."

Both Millicent and Kiera then burst out into boisterous laughter. I guess I did as well.

"I just wish I could remember any of it."

I swore the girls to secrecy and after helping to clean up I excused myself and headed for my house to get ready for what was to be the culmination of the past several days, my appearance at Sarah's "party".

End of Part VI



The Epiphanous Spouses Pt. 07



This story is provided from a husband's perspective and certainly does not reflect the mundane experiences of my own journey through the joys and travails of marriage. It could be classed as something other than a Loving Wives tale but I think it fits the genre reasonably so. It is not a tale of an unwitting cuckold or a recollection of burning the dastardly bitch although there is cuckoldry and a bitch or two represented. It is rather long and being presented in multiple parts over a few days of submissions. It is also fiction and not a recount of any real life experiences in my life or in anybody else's life that I know of. I have taken literary liberties with certain aspects of the tale so if there are those who declare "Ayah, there is no way that could have happened like that!" well, perhaps you are right.

I am going to leave anonymous commenting open for now but will probably delete those comments that are not constructive and adding to any fruitful discussion. The story developed via character arching and was written free form i.e. without plot outlining and I have not submitted it to a peer editor.

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Part VII The Conclusion

When I arrived at the house, I stripped down to my shorts and shot several racks on the table, swilling down a couple tall glasses of orange juice rather than ingest another drop of alcohol for at least the next few hours. Billiards calms me when I am stressed and today was no exception. Chasing that yellow striped nine ball several times was both mental and physical refreshment for me and I honed my skill.

I tried purging my mind of both Kiera and Millicent for a while but the sight of the latter's full breasts rolling over into the morning light of Kiera's bedroom kept hitting refresh on every third thought. They were begging me to taste and lick, or so I kept telling myself. I began thinking of all the hundred ways it was all so terribly wrong and I came up with a thousand excuses for why I could care less. Kiera was no less enticing. Her breasts I can only describe as small little apples that set firmly on her chest each with their own erect eraser. The fact that I was now the employer of each mattered not to me at that point although I knew in the back of my mind somewhere I would have to come to terms with that. 

So I racked another set.

Sarah's party was that evening and I had no idea how to prepare myself for it nor what really to expect. Would Roger Morgan make an appearance? I doubted that. If anything I suspected he would lock himself away at the far end of the east wing of the house out of earshot and out of mind, literally. I thought of the gleam in the old man's eyes when he toasted his revenge on the man who had taken both of the women in his life. 

By evening, I had even debated going to the party but by 8PM I was on my way. There were several cars in the drive when I pulled up to the house and a young lady I did not recognize answered the door and ushered me into the entry way. I introduced myself and she directed me to follow her.

"Good evening, Mr. Stone. Ms. Stanhope has been expecting you for some time. Please come this way."

I followed the young lady to the great room and joined a gathering of twenty or so people with the noise of others heard elsewhere. I recognized Donald from last weekend and another acquaintance of Sarah's but everybody else was new to me. Another young lady asked what I wished to drink and shortly afterwards a whiskey sour was placed in my hands. I'm not certain but I think her fingers brushed my ass when she passed.

I thought I caught a glance of Marylyn out the corner of my eye. It was a woman of same height and build barely dressed in anything but she had only passed through the space between rooms briefly so I couldn't be sure. I did notice Donald slip to the side and disappear down the same hallway. There were people coming and going out of the great room and I made no effort to keep track of anybody. I knew nobody here including the young lady who greeted me.

Eventually, an attractive woman a bit older than I introduced herself as Ellen, a longtime friend of Sarah's. She was a coquette of a lady, very touchy and sensual with eyes that almost twinkled and at the same time, matronly. If one was to ever have an Oedipus complex, she might have set the standard for comparison.

"Have you met my husband?" as she took my arm and led me through the cluster of mostly older gentlemen.

"Harold, have you met Mr. Stone, Sarah's good friend?"

I extended my hand and he returned a firm shake.

"No, I cannot say that I have. Good evening, Mr. Stone. Ms. Stanhope was bragging about you just a short while ago telling us of your work for her father. It is a shame Harry could not be here this evening. Him and that old William. You've met William out in California, yes?"

"I nodded and we chatted briefly about business and the Bishops.

"Now William is quite the one to throw a party, young man, and if you get the chance, you better go."

Ellen had her hand on the small of my back as we chatted and she patted my bum and excused herself to tend to other guests.

Harold continued with his banter and I nodded and smiled throwing in a word or two when I could. The opportunity to escape presented itself and I set off for the veranda.

"Oh my sweet man, you did make it. I didn't know if you were going to actually get here or not before some of the early guests start leaving." 

Sarah was dressed in black and her dress was cut to her navel and the back fell to the very crack of her ass. The slit on the side was not much lower than that.

"Sarah, of course I came. I promised I would. It looks like you have a good crowd here already."

"We do but several of the guests will drop out by 10PM and we'll have a smaller but more interesting group to play with. Let me introduce you to some of my friends out here."

She walked me around the smaller and more intimate group on the patio and by the pool. The young lady who waited on me first refreshed my drink and Sarah began introductions to a small group of women off to the side. They were all dressed in a fashion similar to Sarah and each of them eyed me closely as if they were privy to secrets I was clueless to. Sarah left me to their care excusing herself to tend to other matters and I watched as she entered the house.

After chatting for a several minutes, three of the women suggested we take a stroll back into the house and tour the various events. The great room had thinned out a bit by then with a few of the guests having left and others were milling about in various places downstairs. The women walked arm in arm with me and guided me down toward the study and the billiards room.

The room was dark except for the soft glow of scattered candles and off to the side of the room near the leather couches, a small group of mostly older men were gathered around a couple of women naked and wearing masks. One of the women was on her knees with her ass raised in the air and that was when I noticed Janet's husband, Donald, thrusting his prick deep into her from behind. His trousers were at his ankles and his flabby ass cheeks flexed with each thrust into her. 

I could not tell who the women were but the other woman had one of the men in her mouth and each hand on another man's cock. Donald was getting close and bellowed his orgasm into the woman before withdrawing his slimy cock from her cunt. He was immediately replaced with another man, one considerably larger, who flipped the woman over and had her open her thighs wide. When she complied, he rubbed his fat phallus up and down her creamed cunt and took her forcefully. He didn't last long. A couple minutes later, he ejaculated inside the woman, pulled his trousers up and left the room.

The ladies with me guided me back to the great room and by then most of the guests had either left the party or moved to the outside unless they had joined the train in progress in the study. I wasn't able to see who the women were and the thought that one of them might have been Marylyn had crossed my mind but that thought was immediately dismissed when Sarah appeared with my wife. We embraced, kissed each other and sat down on a couch.

"David, I'm so happy to see you. It feels like you have been gone a month of Sunday's. How do you like Sarah's party?"

She was bubbling with excitement like a kid in the proverbial candy store. She was dressed in a short black dress with a single silver choker and something I had not seen before, a gold bracelet on her left ankle. She was back into the stark lipstick and makeup and had her hair gelled and French braided.

"Marylyn, a lot has happened over the last several days and we are going to have to take some time soon to rediscover who we are. For now though, let's enjoy Sarah's night and we'll figure everything out tomorrow."

I brushed her cheek, reached over and hugged her before taking her mouth with mine and whispering "Just remember whose wife you are when it is all over."

She looked at me oddly and for a moment I thought she was going to cry before she nodded and rose from the couch. The ladies I was with earlier walked off together with Marylyn. Sarah then plopped herself down next to me.

"I missed you too, sweet man. I understand that you are now one of the titans of business?"

"It is true. I have been corralled into the crazy world of your father and William Bishop, for good or bad. Whatever the case, I've jumped headfirst into it and I walk in to turn everything upside down first thing Monday morning. Somehow I think you knew about this before I did."

She just looked at me and smiled.

"So you met William. He is quite a character. He and Daddy get down pretty good on occasion although Daddy has slowed a good bit over the last few years. William on the other hand, that man goes nonstop until everybody is whacked out."

She laughed for a good bit before continuing.

"You know", and she started whispering at this point, "He has fucked every woman who has worked for him in the last 10 years since his wife died. Did you meet Olivia?"

I nodded.

"He wants to marry her but she won't, not until he retires because she says she would be the only woman working for him at that point. Until then she shares him with the other women there."

"Maybe she will get tired of it after a while and leave. She seems to be a sensible lady from my discussions with her."

"She might but let's just say that William is particularly 'blessed' with certain talents and she likes it a lot."

"OK, enough of William." The thought of that giant of a man plowing that tiny little woman was forming in my brain and I needed the diversion.

"I noticed our acquaintance from several days ago, Donald, was enjoying some of your entertainment in the study. I didn't catch a look at his partner but I don't think it was Janet"

She curled her lips into a sly grin and teased my hair with her long fingers.

"Oh you haven't seen anything yet. Remember when I told you I hadn't been with anybody more than half a dozen times in the last several years? I meant it. I have only participated in the activities here on rare occasions. But tonight, I intend to break all the barriers, sweet man, and remember that I am still a woman who desires and craves a particular man so there is no better place than right here."

She straddled me and wrapped her arms around my neck and sensually attacked my lips with hers, pressing her tongue deep and searching. The closeness and press of her breasts against me stirred my groin and we stayed that way for a couple of minutes. Her breath was hot and moist.

"I'm going to possess you, David, and my little kitty. You are going to be my man and I've let her know that. After tonight you are going to take her home and have what you had before but sometimes, when the time is right, I'm going to possess both of you again ... and then, again and again."

Her lips grazed mine and she bit slightly, just enough to startle me.

"Do you want to watcher her or would you rather just leave it to your imagination?"

"What if I didn't want her to do it at all?" I asked.

She brushed my cheek and lowered her face to my lap while tugging at the zipper to my trousers. Fishing her hand in, Sarah extracted my now engorged cock and pressed her lips over the head. With her mouth now fellating my prick, the thoughts of Marylyn being taken and fucked no longer posed questions. Sarah was bathing such objections with pure lust. All I could do was try to postpone an eruption into her willing mouth.

"So, watch or imagine, David?"

"Imagine"

She tucked my salvia moistened prick back into my trousers and we rose to return to the veranda.

It was a much smaller crowd by now. There were perhaps 20 or so people left milling around, several in various stages of dress. I didn't see Marylyn but I did see a couple of the ladies I was with earlier. Each of them had removed their dresses and circulated among other guests. At the other end of the pool, three men had gathered around one naked woman who was on her knees fellating each of the men. Sarah noticed what I was watching and nodded toward them.

"Janet, from last weekend."

As soon as she said the name I recognized her. One of the men had lifted her up onto a chaise and was lining himself up to enter her with her feet and ankles wrapped around him. He took her with one strong push. Sarah was rubbing the lower belly underneath my shirt.

"She will be busy for a while" she said.

Sarah led me to a smaller chaise and when I was seated she sat in my lap with her arm around my neck, kissing my throat and playing with my ear. I glanced off to my left and noticed the matronly woman I met earlier, Ellen, standing off to the side just watching, almost dreamily as if lost in thought.

"You noticed Ellen. Did you meet her earlier? I told her all about you and I know she wanted to meet you tonight. She is a very special old friend of mine. Shall I call her over?"

I just shrugged and Sarah waved her friend over and she joined us pulling up a lounge chair. The sensual effect I noticed earlier seemed replaced with one that was sultry and seductive. As she sat, her dress rode up her bare thighs and swinging her legs to either side of the chair, she treated me with an unobstructed view of her naked sex before grasping her drink and crossing her legs. There was no mistaking it for unintentional. I wondered where Harold was.

"Well, hello again, my new friend David."

Her smile was just as seductive as her naked pussy. I replied and Sarah chimed in.

"Ellen is one of my oldest friends and while it might seem odd for me to know this, she used to be Daddy's mistress." The two of them just grinned and laughed together.

"True, although it was a few years ago until she married Harold and now, dear Ellen only comes out to play once Harold is safely tucked away in beddy bye land. In other words the old coot is passed out upstairs already!"

The two women were roaring away as Ellen uncrossed her legs and switched direction. It was a fabulous view and as the laughter died down, Sarah whispered in my ear.

"She is also a dominatrix, David, and a very talented one at that. Oh you missed a wonderful dinner the other evening. Ellen had Marylyn and I over at her place for shrimp and grits. It was so delicious."

That was curious. I glanced up at Ellen and she had one of those knowing, sly little smiles on her face. At that moment, the entourage at the end of the pool must have brought Janet to a place of no return because she let out a guttural orgasmic grunt that was then stuffed with another cock in her mouth and another man replaced the other.

Sarah lifted herself off of me and I rose along with Ellen and we then strolled through her mother's garden. I could occasionally hear Janet cry out in her own public bliss as both women walked arm in arm with me. When we reached the portico in the middle, Sarah stopped and whispered in my ear.

"Just go with it, David. I promise it will be nice."

Sarah spread out a blanket onto the plush grass and both women pulled me down onto it on my back. I offered no resistance and as Sarah unbuttoned my shirt, Ellen removed my shoes and socks before unbuckling my trousers and pulling them down and off my ankles. When I had been stripped naked, Sarah lifted her dress up over her head and Ellen did the same. Both women began caressing my body and kissing my nipples. My prick was standing straight and firm at this point. Ellen lay at my side at this point and pressed her lips to my ear.

"David, do you know what your wife is doing right now, this very minute? Of course you don't or you might stop it."

Her tongue licked the inside of my ear.

"Right now, David, there is a big fucking old man opening her little married cunt and rubbing the biggest cock she has ever seen up and down her sopping slick hole. Do you know what's next, my little David? He is going to push that fucking cock deep into it and take it from her, take it from you, David. He is going to bust his nut deep inside your little wife's wet pink pussy and hold that prick deep until his nuts stop clenching and he is fully sated with her. Is that hot, David?"

My mind was going in several directions. Sarah was slowly sucking my cock while Ellen spoke these obscenities in my ear and perhaps I didn't answer fast enough or didn't want to answer. The next thing shocked me. Ellen turned my face and slapped me hard with her open hand.

"Go with it, Baby" Sarah kept saying. "Let it go and enjoy it."

Ellen looked at me, fire and lust in her eyes and whispered.

"Next time answer me quick or I'll whip your pretty ass."

Sarah continued fellating me and caressing my balls with her free hand all the while looking up at me. My face stung as I watched her suck cock.

"Now, where was I? Yes, how hot it is to have that big fat prick take that pussy from you and when he nuts that cunt, another will take his place and then another. A couple hits of ecstasy, David, and six well hung and extraordinary men, each of them using her as they wish and you know what the best part of it is? She cums on every fucking cock. Every fuck strokes her over the edge and she gushes all over it. Your wife is a cock whore, David, a nasty, wet fucking cock whore ... now eat my wet cunt."

Ellen swung her hips over my face and lowered her mouth onto my prick. Her sex was pungent and with her hairy ass pressed against my nose, she commanded it.

"Stick your fucking tongue inside my hairy vagina, bitch" as she grasped my full balls with her clenched hand .

"Yes, just like that. Lick it and suck that pussy. Worship it, my little cunt eating bitch."

Sarah had come around to the other side of me and was stroking my hair and whispering encouragement to me. With Ellen's full cunt and ass in my face I could barely hear her.

"She's going to take you, David. It's what she does and she is perfect for your first time. Let it all go, my sweet man. Your mistress is going to take you, just like those men are taking and using your wife."

Ellen interrupted.

"Take your tongue and work my ass, whore. Lick my hot ass."

She lowered her ass down to my mouth and began grinding the puckered bud around and on my tongue, slathering her ass crack as her gaped pussy rode my chin. As she did, her mouth lowered onto my cock and she proceeded to give me the best blowjob I could ever recall. Sarah continued.

"She is going to take it from you baby. She is going to be your first and she will be gentle, baby, I promise. Let it go and let her take it now. I'll make it so sweet for you, I promise."

At that point, Ellen lifted her wet ass off my face and swung around placing herself between my legs. Sarah replaced her on my face and lowered her pussy onto my tongue, gently riding it. I then felt the cool liquid and soft fingers spreading it around the crack of my ass. Her mouth returned to my cock and a finger and then two were slipped into my ass. There was so much lubricant, her fingers were soon banging my ass while she sucked my cock. She would twist them and turn them, loosening me and squirting more lubricant. I think I felt another finger slip inside and knew she was opening my ass.




The Epiphanous Spouses Pt. 07



Marylyn and I had played with this on occasion but we never went any further than a finger or two. I could never get comfortable. Ellen pulled her mouth off me and Sarah pressed her pussy more firmly onto my mouth and as she did, Ellen lifted my legs to Sarah's waiting arms. With a firm grasp, Sarah pulled my legs back and apart. I could feel the cool air flooding my exposed ass.

"David, baby, relax and take it now. I'll make it good."

Then I felt it. Ellen had positioned herself between my opened thighs and exposed ass. The firm object was pressed against my anus, the head of it partially inserted. I felt her slow short pushes meant to open and loosen me for what was to come and then she told me.

"It's time to take this bitch's ass. His cunt."

She slowly pushed the phallus into me a couple inches and withdrew before pushing back in and fucking it a couple inches deep each time. Then she slapped my ass and said "Take it, bitch." The next stroke went deeper and the pain unnerved me and before I could react, she pushed it deeper and started stroking the strapped on phallus into my ass. She made slow strokes at first and then picked it up, sinking more of the length of the tool into me. Sarah watched with intense interest and then exploded in a gushing orgasm on my face. She then removed herself and squatted, kissing my face and stroking my hair.

"Fuck him, Ellen. Take his ass and make him yours. He's my gift to you."

Ellen lifted herself up and began slapping her cock into me, fucking me deep and completely. It didn't hurt at this point and with her stroking my erect cock I knew I was close. Her hand, encased in the lubricant, squeezed my prick and began milking me. When I could hold out no longer, she buried herself in me and I came all over her other free hand with her catching all of it. When my orgasm subsided and with Ellen's cock still buried in me, he brought herself to my face and whispered.

"Lick your spunk off my hand, David. It's the proper thing for my bitch to do."

Why I don't know but I complied. I think having her cock still in me had something to do with it. When I had finished, she slowly withdrew her phallus and lay back on the blanket next to me. Sarah was running her fingers over my belly and then Ellen leaned over and kissed me gently toying with my lips and tongue. She kissed my cheek, my ears, my throat and bent down and sucked my nipple. When she rose up she simply said 

"Thank you".

I thought of Marylyn at that moment and what she was likely doing or having done to her. I looked at Sarah and said "Marylyn."

"My little kitty is safe, David. Trust me. She is going to sate her desires this evening if she hasn't already and when all is good, she will sleep alone with you tonight. Until then, I need you. Let's get up."

The three of us rose and Ellen pulled me aside and said to me.

"David, thank you for doing this. I wasn't sure at first but then, I can usually read people's inclinations in this regard. I wasn't wrong. Perhaps your wife and you might visit sometime, with Sarah of course."

I wasn't sure what to say at that point so I just smiled and indicated that Sarah could arrange that when the time came. We walked back to the pool and veranda. Janet was still seated with a couple of the men from earlier but they were relaxing with drinks and partially clothed. A few other nude and partially clothed guests were milling about. We strolled past them and into the house where Ellen kissed us both and excused herself to go be with her husband.

Sarah led me upstairs and into the master bedroom where we stripped off our remaining clothes and walked into the shower. After washing each other and drying, she led me back onto her bed and we lay there for a while before she dropped herself down and took my softened cock in her mouth. It did not take long before I was ready.

"David, my sweet man, will you make love to me, tonight, slowly, like I know you do with your wife?"

I nodded and whispered to her "You know I will" and that is what I did for the next hour. I didn't fuck her. I made love to this woman who loved me and had just put me through several days of heightened erotica. I had fucked her, made love to her and allowed her to control my life and Marylyn's for several days now. I had even allowed her to have a dominatrix, albeit a sweet, sensitive one, take my ass for the first time. It hurt at first but it was pleasurable when I climaxed. I entered her gently and made love to this woman, missionary, face to face and embraced her entire body. When I was ready, I orgasmed in her just as I would my wife and then rested in her arms.

"Thank you, sweet man. I love you so much."

I looked into her eyes and just kissed her lips.

I must have dozed off because I woke and Sarah was gone. Jumping up I took a shower and when I came out, lying on the bed was my wife. The gel was washed out of her hair, the makeup was gone and she was wearing one of her favorite nightgowns, a comfortable thigh length silk teddy I had bought her a couple years ago. The bed had been changed with fresh linens and turned down. As I approached, she reached over to the same lampstand that held Roger's Pride that first night and clicked off the lamp.

"Goodnight, my husband. I love you so much."

"Good night, my wife. I love you more than you could know."

I lay there thinking about past events with her snuggled up to me closely. It was time to return to our world and forge a new path together. It was not going to be what we had before. That innocence had been taken and had taken me along with it. I felt as much a whore as I knew her to be. I don't think I wanted to know what she did that evening and I didn't want to share my experiences with her, at least not yet. In the morning, we would return to our home and shake the dust off our boots before lighting the hearth and starting a new day. I looked over and she was asleep.

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"Was it worth it, Roger?"

He looked at me knowing what I wanted to know. Stoicism was his stock in trade when pushed but it was a counterfeit trait. Roger had no class and patience was never a true virtue with him. Fright ruled his life now, a fear of being an old dickless, unloved man who never loved anybody except himself. He fucked my wife and I fucked his life before I fucked his wife, a completely fucked over man. I almost felt sorry for him but I couldn't muster it up. He was evil and a coward.

"You fucking bastard. I should kill you."

He picked up the S&W .38 on his dresser and leveled it at me. There was hatred in his eyes and avarice. He was greedy for what he could never have, his manhood.

"Yes, I should kill you and let you bleed all over the floor. You didn't have to do this to me. You could have done anything except this. Even a dog doesn't deserve this."

"True that, Roger, somebody could have done something else if they had a mind but whoever did it knew that your fucking cock was the only thing you actually valued in life."

"You did it, you bastard fuck."

"No, Roger, I only fuck your wife whenever she desires it and run the company that no longer has your name on it and make long delicious love to my wife who, when you think about it, was the actual impetus for the loss of your fucking worthless cock."

There was fury in his eyes now and he held the .38 straight out and said 

"Die, Fucker."

The blast from the retort was loud in the small bedroom and Roger gazed at the result of his murderous rage and broke down weeping, a completely broken man. He had robbed David Stone of his innocence and broken his wife into something that when put back together again was quite different from the treasure she had been before. He looked at the singular bullet on the bed.

Five minutes later, I was sitting in my truck ready to leave and heard the second retort, a stronger blast, one with projectile force rather than that of a tight paper wad. I turned the ignition over and called Kiera and Millicent.

"Meet me at the Pub."

End and Conclusion

Authors Note:

I am probably not done with David, Marylyn, Sarah, Kiera, Millicent, William Bishop and Olivia, among others including Pam. I wrote this to introduce the characters and create building blocks that might provide the impetus for interesting vignettes. Some people liked the story. Others did not. For those that did, I appreciate your kindness. For those that did not, well, I can appreciate your desire for different pastures.

"Ayah, you can't get there from here"