41 comments/ 41525 views/ 7 favorites Very Different Valentine's Days By: mikoli5763 It was Valentine's Day and I was sitting in the left hand corner of the tavern thirty minutes early nursing a Lynchburg Lemonade. The way the room was configured I could see the front door and most of the bar with its waist high top rail and the stools in front of it for the customers. My best friend since we were both three and our moms began hanging out together, Daniel "Danny Boy" O'Shea, had allowed me to unscrew the bulbs in the fixture above my table so that it was dim with only the light from a wall sconce five feet away preventing it from being totally dark. The person I was waiting for would not be able to tell who was sitting in the corner which was my objective all along. I saw someone approach the front door five minutes past our arranged meeting time and recognized the parka and knew she had arrived. When she paused and took one last drag off the cigarette she was smoking before flicking it away out into the street; I thought to myself: "When did she pick up that filthy habit again?" She entered the tavern and hung her coat on the coat tree beside the door then proceeded to a stool dead center of the bar. She had lost a lot of weight since the last time I had seen her which was exactly one year ago on this day, but my wife Chelsea was still a sexy lady even in the loose fitting, long sleeved, ankle length dress she was wearing. I watched as the bar tender sat a white wine down in front of her which confirmed that she was a regular at the bar. I knew from Danny Boy she'd been trying to get him to tell her how she could get in contact with me for the past year, but he was more loyal to me than she'd proven to be. "Why had I avoided contact for a whole year from the woman I had loved for the last twelve years?" You're asking. For the answer to that question I need to introduce us and go into a little of our lives together. I am Dale Stringer and I met Chelsea Chambers a month after returning home from graduating college. My best friend, Danny Boy, and his wife, Irene, had set us up on a blind date and I had been smitten by Chels the very first time I saw her. She was the most beautiful woman I'd ever dated and I wanted to make her mine. The fact that she had already been married and divorced once despite her being only twenty three and a year older than me; didn't bother me. She was almost as tall as my 5'9" at 5'8", was a brunette with shoulder length hair, had green eyes perfectly spaced over a button nose with full kissable lips, and a voluptuous body. We fell in love, got married, lived in a small apartment while I began the climb up the corporate ladder and Chels began working as a receptionist at a realty company and eventually earned a realtor's license. Everything in our lives seemed perfect for the next seven years then things began to change. Our sex life had been great from the first time we had sex up to the seven year mark. Sure it had declined from our newly wed years, but we still had sex three or four times a week and had tried different things to keep it fresh and exciting in the past. The problem in our sex life was my fault entirely or to be more accurate, my shift in priorities from happy home life to workaholic, nothing's more important than the next promotion dumb ass. Between the late hours at work and being too tired to perform when I was at home, our sex life shrank to once a week and I rushed through that most of the time so I could either get some sleep or get back to working on whatever I'd brought home to finish. Chels finally got fed up and confronted me. "Dale, I need to talk to you and you need to listen so get your ass into the kitchen right now." She said firmly to me the night our marriage began to change. "I love you and I'm proud of you, Dale, but you've changed over the last six months and I don't like it." Chels started saying to me. "You've been so wrapped up in work that you've neglected me both as a husband and a lover. I need more sex than you've been giving me so you need to decide how we fix that. I won't cheat on you, but unless you start fulfilling my needs again, I will find someone who will. I would much rather be getting regularly fucked by the man that I love and I hope still loves me, but I am going to get fucked more than once or twice a week from now on. "If you can't or won't do that, then it will be another man. If you can't live with that, then we'll have to divorce. I love you and want to grow old with you so you need to get on board with this or get out of my life." I was dumb struck to say the least by what my loving wife had unloaded on me at that moment. I had known she wasn't happy, but I never thought she was that unhappy. "I don't know what to say, Chels. I'm sorry that you're so unhappy that you've even thought about having sex with another man and I promise I'll cut back at work and give you what you need." I told her with every intention of doing what I'd promised. I managed to keep that promise for the next three months, but after that I gradually began to slip back into the work consumed idiot I'd been before so it was no surprise when Chels hit me with her ultimatum again. "Dale, you know I love you and wouldn't do anything to hurt you." She said to me as she sat in my lap one Saturday afternoon after we'd finished making love to each other. "And I love the way you make love to me when you put in the effort." "But?" I interjected before she could. "You've reverted back to that workaholic you were before and haven't been putting in the effort like you promised. Yes, you tried and I love you for that, but we're back to where we were six months ago and it looks like I'm going to have to change our situation because you haven't. "I will be enjoying sex with other people and it won't be cheating." She told me matter-of-factly. "How can you say it won't be cheating? I don't want you to be with other people." I said angrily as I tried to push her off me. Chels hung on to me with all her strength and short of hurting her; I couldn't get her off of me. "It won't be cheating because you will know. I won't keep secrets from you and will tell you as much as you want to know. I won't become emotionally attached to anybody else, male or female, and will always come home to you. I'll never deny you sex even if I've been with someone else that day and I swear you'll never get sloppy seconds. Please Dale, agree to let me do this or we're going to end up divorced and neither of us want that, do we?" I don't know which part of her little speech shocked me more, the sex outside of our marriage or the male or female statement. "Male or female?" I blurted out when I was able to. "Yes, male or female. I hadn't told you before now because it never came up, but I did do some experimenting with other girls before my first marriage and I met you. I've never went all the way to actually having sex with another woman, but I remember how different it felt to be making out with another woman, feeling each other up, and how excited it made me. I want to go all the way with another woman at least once and if you agree to my being free to enjoy myself outside of our marriage; I'll be able to do that." "If you had told me this before, we could have done that together." I managed to say when my second big shock of the day had eased and my brain was able to function again. "I didn't want us to do that when we were fulfilling each other's sexual needs. I know how some men get addicted to that type of sex and it ruins the marriage and I was afraid you'd be one of those." She said with a pout on her face. "And I know of women who say they can handle an open marriage without getting attached or addicted to sex with other people and end up ruining their marriages. That's what you're talking about here Chels; us having an open marriage because if you thought it'd be alright for you to have sex outside our marriage and expect me not to then you thought wrong. "How do you know you won't become one of those women who love the lifestyle more than they love their spouse?" I asked her in a raised voice which always happened when I got angry or excited and at that moment I was a little of both. "I could never love anything or anybody more than I love you, Dale. I promise I'll stop if you say I'm getting too involved with the "lifestyle" as you called it or if you think I'm getting too attached to another person. I love you and want us to remain a happy, loving couple, but right now I'm not happy and short of you quitting your job, which I don't want, this is the only way I see for us to both get what we want. "I know how important your career is and how much you want to become one of the vice presidents in the company and I want to do everything I can to help you make that happen. I don't want a divorce, won't sneak around behind your back, promise to be discrete, never ever stop loving you, stop encouraging you, and will not let anyone come between us, I swear. "As far as us having an open marriage, I hadn't thought of it like that. I hadn't ever thought of you being with another woman especially if I continued to fulfill all your needs at home, but you're right, it wouldn't be fair for me to be able to do something like this and you not be able to. I can't say I like the idea of you with other women, but I know it's only fair for me to agree to you being able to if you want to." We talked into the wee hours of the night about opening up our marriage after we finally agreed that something had to be done or our marriage was doomed. We came to an agreement that we both could live with and that was the beginning of the next chapter of our lives together. Chelsea began going out with other people and for my own peace of mind did it mostly without my knowing. As long as I didn't know the details, I didn't think about it too much and it worked for us. It did add some things to our own sex life that we'd not done before. Two months after she started seeing other people, we had our first threesome and with another woman instead of a man which always seemed to be the case in every other situation like the one we were in I'd heard about. To say it was the best experience I'd ever had would be the understatement of the century. I loved everything about what happened that night and Chels and I both knew we'd be doing that some more. Our only threesome with another man happened three months after that and wasn't as enjoyable for me. I couldn't get into watching my Chels being pleasured by another man even though my loving wife did everything she could to include me in what was happening. In the end, I left them together in our guest bedroom after my one orgasm in Chels' mouth while her lover fucked her in doggie position. I was so relieved when he left before midnight and Chels joined me in our bed after showering in the guest bathroom. She awakened me the next morning with her hot mouth on my cock and we made love to each other for most of the morning before I went to the office to do a little work. Our new arrangement worked well for us for the next year and a half; until the Wednesday evening I came home and could tell by my first look at her that Chels had something on her mind and that it would probably not be a pleasant something for me. We had been together long enough for me to know from her actions and facial expressions that she wanted something and didn't think I'd agree to her having it. She hadn't rushed to me and given me our customary welcoming kiss. She was also chewing on the side of her cheek which she knew annoyed me because it had always been a prelude to an unpleasant moment in our life together and us fighting about whatever it was she wanted. I did cave most of the time instead of forcing her to be the one to cave, but had been firm on enough occasions that it wasn't automatic that she would get her way. "What do you want, Chels, and don't give me any hemming and hawing about there being nothing? You know I know you too well for me not to know you want something so tell me." I told her before I'd even set my briefcase down. "Can I go out on a date Friday night, Dale?" She asked with a pout in her tone and anxiety in her eyes. "No, you cannot. Our agreement is that the weekends are for us and you know that." I yelled at her getting angry. "But Brad wants me to meet some of his friends and Friday nights are the only time they can get together." She whined. "Who is Brad and why does he want you to meet his friends?" I asked in a calmer voice. "He was a client who moved here and was looking for a condo or apartment to buy. There was an attraction so we had sex and have been having sex and now he wants me to meet his friends." She answered with a look of hope in her eyes. "How long have you two been having sex? He does know you're married, doesn't he?" I had to know. "We've been having sex for two months and no, he doesn't know I'm married." She said as that look of hope was replaced by the look of anxiety from before. "So you've been fucking him for two months without him knowing you're married and now he thinks you're his girlfriend and wants to introduce you to all his friends. You've become emotionally attached to him, too." I yelled because I could see the way her expressions changed whenever she thought of him. "No, I haven't." Chels said to me in as loud of a voice as she ever used. "Yes, you have so don't try and deny it. You promised you wouldn't let this happen, but you have and to top it off you tried to lie about. I know you too well Chels and I've always known when you've tried to lie to me and never confronted you about it until now. You need to stop seeing this guy and I mean today." "Okay, you're right; I have developed feelings for Brad and didn't want to admit them to you. Please don't make me stop seeing him." Chels told me with tears in her eyes. "I can't make you do anything, Chels. I can only remind you of what you promised me before we opened up our marriage. I told you that I was afraid this might happen and you assured me that it wouldn't. You promised me you'd stop of I asked you to. I'm asking you to stop seeing this guy and if you truly love me; you will. I'm not hungry now so I'm going into the den and finish up this last bit of work. I love you, Chels, but you've really hurt me tonight so I think it's best if you sleep in the guest bedroom. I hope you realize what you've done to me and think long and hard about what you want or more specifically who you want. "I was okay with you having sex with other people as long as it was only sex, but you've given away something you promised you wouldn't. You've given another man a piece of your heart and I'm not okay with that." "No, I will not sleep in the guest bedroom." Chels said to me. "Fine, then I will." I yelled before stomping into the den, slamming and locking the door behind me. I ignored Chelsea's banging on the den door and yelling at me that we weren't through talking by putting on a set of headphones and turning the volume up until I couldn't hear her anymore. I booted up my laptop and began working on the papers in my briefcase. There really wasn't any hurry for me to get them done, but they kept me from thinking about the situation my wife and I were in. Chels had evidently gotten tired and given up trying to get me to come out of the den because when the CD I'd been listening to stopped, I didn't hear her. I don't know when I fell asleep in the comfortable leather office chair the company had allowed me to bring home when they replaced all of the old chairs with ones that were "ergonomically" better than the old ones. I did notice that it was 1:16 A.M. so I decided to go to bed. Chels was in the bed in the guest room so I went to our bed and tried to go back to sleep which was difficult with all of the emotions I was feeling right then. I had been hurt by what Chels had told me, was angry because I hadn't seen it coming and because she'd lied to me, was scared I was going to lose her, and worried about what would happen to me if she chose him over me. I managed to go back to sleep sometime between 2 A. M. and 6:30 A.M. when my alarm clock awakened me. I showered, slipped on some sweat pants and a tee shirt before heading to the kitchen for my breakfast. I saw Chels stir as I passed the guest room but continued to the kitchen. I was nearly finished with the half of a grapefruit I was eating when Chelsea staggered into the kitchen. Her eyes were red and her face around her eyes was slightly swollen which told me she'd had a worse night than I had. "I'm sorry, Dale. I'm sorry for being a selfish bitch, sorry for the way I acted last night, but more than that, I'm sorry that I've hurt you like I have. You're right and I promise you it's over between Brad and me. I won't see him again and I'll tell him why; because I'm married to the most wonderful and understanding man in the world. I do love you, more than you'll ever know, and I swear I'll make it up to you, Dale." Chelsea told me before rushing to me and flinging herself into my arms. At that moment I believed her and thought we'd dodged a bullet. The next two months were better than they had been between Chels and me for a long time. All of my hard work and long hours were beginning to pay off and I could see the light at the end of the tunnel. I managed to cut back on the number of hours I had to spend at work and was able to provide my dear wife with the sex she so desperately needed and thought that her days of being with other people were over. I should have said something instead of thinking it to myself; then maybe I wouldn't have been blindsided by the fact that she hadn't stop having sex with other people. I got home earlier than normal one Thursday afternoon and discovered that Chelsea wasn't as honest with me as I'd thought. No, I didn't catch her in bed with anyone; that might have been easier to accept. A simple postcard from the Realtors Association reminding her of the big awards show and thanking her for confirming she'd be bringing a guest for that Saturday was the instrument of her betrayal of me and our marriage. She hadn't told me about any award show, hadn't ask me to be sure and have that Saturday free, and had definitely not told me to have my tux cleaned and altered if it needed it. I didn't know what was going on, but I wasn't going to let on that I knew something wasn't right. I pocketed the postcard then left our apartment so as not to be there when she got home, remembering to return the rest of the mail to our mailbox on the way out. Chelsea was all over me when I got home at close to my new normal time. I wasn't really in the mood for sex after what I'd found earlier in the day, but couldn't really refuse her and not rouse her suspicions so I fucked her twice that night, once with her bent over the arm of the couch when I first got home and later in our bed. I made love to her that second time while telling her how much I loved her and how much I wanted and needed her in my life after we were finished and cuddling with each other. I asked her if there was anything new or exciting going on at work and she lay there with her head on my chest and lied to me, telling me work was the same with nothing exciting happening that she knew of. I wanted to call her on it but couldn't bring myself to do so. I knew one thing, if she was lying about nothing happening at work; she was probably lying about other things, things that I didn't know about, but was damn sure going to find out. I went to the office early Saturday and wondered about what excuse Chels was going to come up with so she could get out of the apartment without me later that day. I suspected that it would be work related because after I thought about it, she'd been using that excuse to go out on more than one Friday or Saturday over the past two months. Very Different Valentine's Days I wasn't surprised when, after returning home later that afternoon, Chels plopped herself down in my lap and began buttering me up with light kisses all over my face and neck. "Dale...I hate to do this...but I need to show a condo...tonight...I hope you...understand...and I promise...I'll make it...up to you...tomorrow." She said to me between kisses. I took her shoulders in my hands and pushed her away from me so that I could look into her eyes before asking her. "Why can't you make it up to me tonight? Are you going to be that late getting home from showing a condo that you can't do it tonight?" When she turned her head away so I couldn't see her eyes, I had part of my answer. I stood up, holding onto her long enough for her to place her feet on the floor. "I don't know what's really going on here, Chels." I lied to her. "But you're hiding whatever it is from me and I don't like it. I thought you loved me enough to be honest with me, but I guess I thought wrong. Go. Go do whatever it is you're going to do. Just remember some things you do have consequences and I hope you're able to live with those consequences in the future. I'm going for a walk around the block and won't be back for an hour. If you're here when I get back, we can talk and if you're not, then I'll know that whatever you're going to be doing is more important to you than our marriage." I left the apartment as quickly as I could before she could say anything. I walked around the block which didn't take an hour and was sitting in the coffee house across from our apartment building when she came out fifty five minutes later. She was dressed in a slinky black evening dress that I'd never seen before and was still as sexy and voluptuous as she'd been when we first met. Another part of my answer fell into place. I hurried upstairs to our apartment, showered, shaved, and dressed for the evening myself. I was going to an award show to find out who had come between my wife and me even though she'd promised no one ever would. I arrived at the banquet hall a half hour later than the starting time and walked in with four couples who were also running late. While the attendant who was taking the invitations and giving out name tags was busy with the couples, I snagged a name tag that was on the edge of the table and by itself. I strolled into the hall like I belonged and no one tried to stop me. I immediately faded to the back wall behind a crowd of people and started looking for my wife. I spotted her standing with a group of people from her realty company and couldn't help notice the man standing next to her with his arm around her waist and the closeness of their bodies while they stood there and chatted. I made sure to keep other people between me and them while I watched them for the next twenty minutes. Even though it was a formal affair, they couldn't resist touching each other in that intimate way a couple who have been together for a while manage to do. I saw an older gentleman standing near a column down from me and eased over to where he was. "Excuse me, sir, but do you happen to know who that beautiful couple are over there with the people from EFG Realty?" I asked in a pleasant conversational tone. "Why yes, that's Brad Covington and his girlfriend Chelsea Chambers. I think she's a manager for EFG Realty." He answered as a look of lust clouded his face briefly. "I hate to be a bother, but I've seemed to have lost my program. Can you tell me what's on the agenda for this evening?" I asked. "Right now it's drinks and mingling. In a few minutes the award ceremony will start and after that the music starts and whoever wants to can stay and dance. I'll be gone before then though. As soon as my Gloria gets her award for best staging of an apartment or condo, we're out of here. Speaking of my Gloria, here she comes now." He answered and I saw a once beautiful and still fairly good looking older lady coming toward us. I couldn't take the chance that she would know the actual Bob Zannis so I made a hasty retreat. I managed to take a seat at an empty table at the back of the room in the shadows that gave me a clear view of Brad and Chels' backs. I began to fume as they continued acting like love struck teenagers as the awards were given out. It went quicker than I thought it would and ninety minutes later the rest of the lights in the hall dimmed and a quartet of musicians began to play. I moved closer to where my wife and her "boyfriend" were sitting so I could keep them in sight. I watched as he led her to the dance floor and pulled her close when the musicians started playing a slow ballad. When he started rubbing her body all over with his hands while holding her as close as humanly possible, I couldn't take it anymore. I made my way to where they were dancing and neither of them knew I was there until I tapped him on his shoulder. "I hope you don't mind, but I'm cutting in on this dance." I said to him when he looked at me and as Chels stood there with a deer in the headlights look on her face. "I don't think so buddy. Why don't you go bother someone else and their date?" He growled at me. "Because none of their dates is my wife like yours happens to be." I growled back at him. "You've got one sick sense of humor, Bob. Chelsea's not married and even if she was, it wouldn't be to a loser like you, so beat it before I have to make you beat it." Brad snarled at me before shoving me away from them and turning back to Chelsea. That was his third mistake; turning his back on me after making the first two by calling me a loser and then putting his hands on me. My first punch was to his right kidney, the second was to his ribs below his left armpit, the third was to his groin and squarely on the family jewels, and the fourth was to his right temple which did two things: put him down and out. I reached out and grabbed Chels by her wrist and pulled her forcefully to me. "We're leaving and it's your choice as to whether you're walking beside me or over my shoulder like those cavewomen from the "Alley Oop" cartoon strip." I hissed at my visibly shaken and scared wife. I walked at a brisk pace away from where Brad was laying while Chelsea hurried along beside me the best she could in her high heels. I opened the passenger side door of the new company car I'd received the day before and kept secret from Chels before pushing her down into the seat. "Don't say a word until we get home, you lying bitch." I yelled at her as my anger continued to rage inside me. I drove us home while trying to get my anger and pain under control. I was only slightly calmer than I'd been since my altercation with Brad when we got back to our apartment. I found a parking space in the apartment building's underground garage and was headed toward the passenger door to open it, but Chels beat me to it and was halfway to the elevator by the time I cleared the back of the car. I ran after her and managed to catch up to her just as the elevator door was opening. She hurried into the right hand back corner and stood there with her back to me. I left her alone during the tension filled ride to the floor our apartment was on. I stood with my back against the elevator door and it dinged twice before Chelsea turned and ran out of the elevator and to the door of our apartment. She had to wait for me to unlock the door because she didn't have her keys. She tried to bolt away from me when we were in the apartment, but I grabbed her arm and steered her into the den, closing the door behind us after we were in the room. She ran to the couch on the side wall beside the desk and sank down on it with her face in her hands and with it turned into the couch cushion. I could hear her sobs as she cried harder than I've ever heard her cry. I sat in my chair and let her cry until she'd cried herself out. "Ready to talk now, Ms. Chambers? It's funny how you were able to take back your maiden name without divorcing me. No wait, you have divorced me and didn't even let me know. How did you manage that, you lying piece of dog turd? "I'm going to stop seeing Brad and he's going to know I'm married and love my husband more than him." Weren't those your exact words or something close to it? All those Friday and Saturday night showings were actually dates with him, weren't they? You need to start talking and you better not lie to me if you want to stay my wife. "Or maybe you don't want to stay my wife. Is that it Chels, you don't want to be my wife anymore? You sure didn't act like it with your actions tonight. I love you with all my heart and thought you loved me the same way, but I know now that's not true. I told you before I could live with you fucking other people as long as I still had your heart, but I don't have it anymore so the decision is on you as to what happens now. "One thing is for certain if we stay together, our marriage is officially closed from this day forward. It all depends on you, Chelsea." I ranted at her as she cringed on the couch. "I do want to stay your wife, Dale. I admit I lied about breaking it off with Brad, not telling him I was married, and yes I lied about showings so I could go out with him on weekend nights, but I do love you Dale. I think I fell in love with Brad too and I'm sorry about that. Except for the lying, I've done everything to make you feel my love for you, haven't I Dale? Can you please forgive me for lying to you about Brad? I swear, he's the only thing I've ever lied to you about, Dale, and I swear it's over between us." Chelsea said in her whiny, "I'm sorry it won't happen again" voice. "How can I believe you this time when you swore to me that it was over between the two of you the last time?" I asked her as my love for her did battle with my anger at what she'd done to me and our marriage. "Maybe it's better if we divorce, Chels. I don't know if I can ever trust you again because you've definitely proved you're not trustworthy by your actions tonight. I gave you a chance to stay home and gave you the space to make the decision on your own without any influence from me and you choose to go to him instead of staying and talking to me like you know I wanted. I should go see a lawyer about a divorce first thing Monday morning. I promise I'll be fair as long as you are when it comes to what each of us gets to keep in the settlement." I told her with a defeated tone to my voice. "NO DALE, PLEASE DON'T DO THAT!" Chelsea yelled at me for the first time ever in our marriage as she slid down off the couch and knee walked over to where I was sitting before wedging her torso between my spread legs and looking up at me with fresh tears beginning to fall from her eyes and the saddest look I'd ever seen on another human being. "I love you more than I love Brad, I swear. Please don't throw me away. I promise to be the best wife in the world if you only give me a chance. I'm done with the sex with other people if that's what you want. Please Dale, give me a second chance. I promise you won't regret it." Chelsea begged me before dropping her head into my lap and beginning to sob anew. I pushed her away from me before she could react and manage to cling to me. I stood over her, glaring down at her as my anger overpowered all my other emotions. I managed to take a couple of deep breaths to calm myself a little before I spoke to her again. "How do I give you a second chance after what you've done tonight? How do I know you're not lying to me yet again after you've already admitted to me that you've been lying to me? How do I know you love me more than you love him when you went to him even though I gave you a chance to change your plans and stay home with me? Tell me how I can ever trust you again after you've been cheating on me for the past two months? Yes, you've been cheating so there's no use in trying to deny it. When you started lying so you could be with him and when you started keeping secrets from me like tonight's little gala, it became cheating. So you tell me Chels, why in the world should I even think about giving you a second chance?" I said to her in a tone barely below a yell. "Because of our love for each other?" She answered, asked in a tentative voice. "Ha, ha, really funny Chels. When are you going to take your little comedy act on the road? I gotta tell you, your act needs a lot of work. My love for you hasn't changed although I'd probably be less miserable right now if it had. As for your love for me, we both know that it has changed and not in a good way either. "If you really loved me like I love you, you'd never done what you've done to me. Lying, cheating, giving most of your love to another man proves at least to me that you don't love me in the same way I love you. I won't let you try and deny that you love him more than me and deep down inside yourself you know that it's true also. "So tell me another good reason why I shouldn't pack your shit and use my new company car to haul it and your sorry ass over to where ever Brad lives and dump you off on him?" I yelled at her as my anger ramped back up. "Because of the love you have for me?" She asked with a little more conviction. "There's that and the fact that whenever I've thought about being without you in my life; it seemed to be more painful than the pain I'm actually feeling right now. "I'm probably the stupidest man on the planet at this moment, but I'm going to give you another chance to prove your love for me, Chelsea; but there's definitely going to be some changes made in both our marriage and in your freedom. "From today forward, our two person democracy has become a monarchy with me having total say on everything in our marriage and our lives. If you can't agree to that then hit the bricks and drag your sorry ass over to lover boy Brad's with only the clothes on your back." "I agree. I'll agree with anything you want, Dale, for the chance to make it right between us. I may have started loving you a little less than I did Brad, but I swear I've never stopped loving you." She replied with a hopeful tone and look upon her face. "Well I hope you meant all of that because here come the biggies. You will move into the guest bedroom and use the guest bath until my anger from what you've done is completely gone. You will quit from your position at EFG Realty effective first thing Monday morning. You will find another job that has a set time for both starting work and stopping work for the day. You will go straight to that job and come straight home from that job every day. "No girls' nights out anymore, no flirting with other people. You will open up another checking account for the household expenses and all of your pay goes into to it along with a quarter of mine. You'll get a weekly allowance and you'll spend it wisely or you'll have to do without when you run out. I control the rest of our money from now on. Basically Chels, I become your dictator and get to treat you like a prized possession instead of an equal partner in our marriage up to the point that I trust you again or the point that you can't take it anymore, whichever comes first. "Still ready to agree to all of that, Ms. Chambers, Mrs. Stringer? Pick which one of those you want to be Chelsea, because after tonight I better not ever hear someone else call you Ms. Chambers like I did earlier this evening if you pick Mrs. Stringer. Am I making myself clear here and do you understand everything I've said to you?" I said to her in the calmest voice that I'd had since before I'd left earlier in the afternoon. "Yes, I agree and understand everything you've said Dale. I want to continue to be Mrs. Stringer and I promise I'll be the best wife any man would ever want." Chelsea said as she hurriedly arose from the floor and tried to hug me. I caught her before she could wrap her arms around me and held her away from me. "Good, I'm glad you agree, but you need to get your ass into the guest shower. I can still smell his cologne on you and its making me sick. I'm still hurt and angry about tonight so no hugs and kisses for you. Now go, get away from me before I change my mind and boot your ass out into the street." I told her in that raised voice that I'd still not learned to suppress when I was angry or excited. Chelsea kicked off the black spaghetti strapped shoes with their five inch heels which had enabled her to be eye to eye with the 6' Brad while they were standing butt cheek to butt cheek during the wine and cheese portion of the evening's event and again during their brief dance that I had so rudely interrupted and ran from the den removing her clothes as she ran. I gave it a couple of minutes then followed behind her picking up her things. I didn't know how much she'd spent on them, but after I was through with them she'd not be able to wear them again. I was standing outside of the guest bathroom when she exited it and grabbed her around the waist before carrying her across the hall to the guest bedroom and throwing her face down on the bed. I lifted her up and felt between her legs and wasn't surprised to find her wet down there. I dropped my trousers and briefs, placed my hard cock to her opening and slammed it to the hilt inside of her. I pounded her unmercifully as I used her to vent my pain and anger. Even though I only lasted five minutes, I felt and heard her orgasm mere seconds after my own. When I was flaccid again, I pushed her down away from me on the bed, pulled up my briefs and trousers, and left her lying on the bed making sounds that were part sobs and part moans of pleasure. I went to bed in my room and surprisingly fell instantly to sleep. It took two months for the anger inside of me to completely go away during which time I used Chelsea's body for my own sexual gratifications in any way I wanted. Mouth, pussy, and ass all got the same treatment. The first time I forced my cock down her throat and fucked her face like a snatch; the tears rolled down her cheeks, her face turned red until she began breathing through her nose, and she would have puked my cum back up if I hadn't warned her that she'd be severely punished if she did. I always took her somewhere in the apartment other than the bed in what I now considered to be my room. The first time I made love to her again was in that bed and I did all the things I knew she liked and gave her multiple orgasms using my fingers, mouth, and cock. I still made her go back to the guest bedroom which I considered and called her room. She knew not to bother me when my room's door was closed and also knew not to ever shut her door after I took it off its hinges the one time it was closed and locked to get into the room. I took the I-phone she'd been texting on and smashed it to bits under my heel. I replaced it the next day with a flip phone with everything blocked but incoming and outgoing calls and with only three numbers programmed into it, all mine. I checked it and her purse every night for anything out of the ordinary. It had been six months since that awful night and I had begun working with Chels to rebuild the loving, caring relationship we'd once had. We were sleeping together in the master bedroom six out of seven nights most weeks and I thought we were beginning to turn the corner to becoming the happily married couple we'd been before. It was Valentine's Day and I had plans to make it the best we'd ever had. I had always tried to make Valentine's Day special and though technically it was our eleventh, it was the tenth for us as a married couple. I had spent the day before calling to different florists and other stores to find the things I needed and had taken off work at noon to go and pick them up. I was going to prepare our apartment for the evening's events then pick Chels up at four thirty from her new job to take her out to dinner. I had a vase with a half dozen long stemmed yellow roses, her favorites, and two bags with crepe paper rose petals, rose scented bubble bath, a non-scented massage oil that was almost as hard to find as the yellow roses, a dozen candles, and a bottle of Champagne with two crystal flutes to pour it into. Very Different Valentine's Days I managed to unlock the apartment door with one hand while holding the roses in the other. I heard them as soon as the door was open and placed one of the bags holding my supplies in the doorway so it would hold the door open. I walked down the corridor to the master bedroom walking on the trail of their clothes. They were in the middle of cumming when I got to the room. I took one step into it and threw the vase of flowers at them as hard as I could. "UNHAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!" I turned and rushed from the room twisting my wedding ring off as I went. I slammed it down onto the antique table beside the door along with my personal cell phone and ran out of the apartment, down the corridor to the stairwell door, and all the way down the stairs to where my car was parked in the garage. I exited the garage and turned right; looking into the rear view mirror after a flash of movement in my peripheral vision had gotten my attention as I was turning. It had been Chelsea in her complimentary peach colored bathrobe that we'd each gotten on a previous Valentine's Day Lovers weekend. I watched as she fell to her knees in the middle of the street when I pressed down on the gas pedal, chirping the tires, and speeding away from her. "Those scraped knees will keep you from doing it doggie for a while, you cheating bitch, it being your favorite position and all. Have a miserable life then die and go to hell." I thought to myself as I sped away. I went back to my office, stopping at the security desk and telling the guard there that under no circumstances was Chelsea allowed past the lobby, giving him one of the pictures I had of her in my wallet. I went straight to my boss and told him I was ready to move to the company's California office immediately instead of in a month's time like we originally discussed. I also got his assurances that everyone in the company would be made aware of the consequences if they told Chelsea where I was or how to contact me. I called the apartment the next day and got the answering machine after eight which was the time Chels' job started. I called her work and asked for her, but hung up when the receptionist put me on hold to transfer me. I made these calls from the coffee house across from our apartment so I was in and out of the apartment in less than two hours only packing one suitcase and the rigid airline garment bag with my three newest suits. I left a short letter on the entry way table which I'd swung around to face the door so there was no way she'd miss it. You: I'm leaving so don't try to find me or contact me. The apartment is yours and since it's already paid for, I'm taking seventy five percent of the money in the joint checking and savings accounts. My name is already off of them and the household account is in your name only now and untouched. I have already taken everything I want from the apartment so you can sell what you want, donate or throw out what you don't. I hope Brad is everything you ever wanted, but I'm not going to wish you a happy life together because, frankly, I hope the two of you have a shitty life from this day forward and may you both burn in hell. You can get the divorce. My lawyer is Samuel Abramowitz and he has my power of attorney to sign any papers you need signed. I'm not coming back so don't try and force me. I can afford to fight longer than you can so don't even try. Dale Two weeks later I was in California working as the right hand man to one of the West Coast office's vice presidents who would be retiring in two years and was grooming me to take his place. I had no intentions of ever seeing or talking to HER again in my lifetime, but during a mandatory trip back to the East Coast office my old boss guilted me into meeting her one last time and that's why I was sitting in a bar waiting on her on yet another Valentine's Day. I watched Chels for fifteen minutes as she sat at the bar and saw her wave away one drink and watched as one man approached her before turning and walking away from her without talking to her which made me curious as to why. She never turned her head toward the corner I was seated in and was too far away for me to see her face clearly. I waved Irene over and ordered two more Lynchburg Lemonades when I saw Chels begin to squirm in frustration and anger after those fifteen minutes. I directed Irene to take the second drink to Chels and followed behind her as she delivered it. I waited to speak until I saw Chels waving it away. "You've hurt my feelings yet again, Chelsea. You've never waved away a Lynchburg Lemonade that I've sent you in the past so why did you do it now?" "Dale? Dale, it is you. I'm sorry baby; I didn't know it was from you." She said to me as she turned on her barstool toward me. "My God, Chelsea. What happened to your face?" I yelled in shock when I saw the right side of her once beautiful face. The whole right side of her face from below her eye to below her bottom lip had small yet visible scars that were at least an inch in length and half as wide. Her nose had been broadened by being broken sometime in the past year. Her eyes were dull and almost lifeless where they had sparkled and been full of life in the past. "Brad beat me up and did this to my face with his college class ring." She said as she fought not to cry. "Where is that cowardly son of a bitch? I'll kill him with my bare hands." I yelled out. Chelsea started to cry in earnest then but the sparkle was back in her eyes and she was trying to smile through the tears. "You still love me. I was so afraid that you'd hate me, but instead you still love me." Chelsea managed to say when she got her emotions under control. "Yes, I still love you and probably always will. Those bad things I wrote were written while I was angry at you. I never have hated you only what you did to me. Why did Brad do that to you?" I managed to say to her after my own anger had eased. "He didn't want to support me anymore after he found out I was pregnant and wanted me to force you to support me and our child or abort it. When I refused both, he beat me causing me to miscarry and to stop the bleeding; the doctors had to remove my uterus. I'll never be able to have children now." She told me as the crying started anew. "Our child?" I asked in shock. "NO! Brad's and mine." Chels answered me forcefully. Chelsea tentatively reached out and took my left hand in hers. "Dale is there any chance that you'd take me back? I realized what I had after you were gone and I couldn't find you or get anyone to tell me how I could get in touch with you. I let Brad move in with me after a couple of months because I was lonely and needed someone to hold me at night. I didn't know the real Brad until he moved in. The three months he was with me were worse than anything you did when you were so mad at me after the award show. The only good thing was he didn't hit me until he found out I was pregnant. "Dale, please I love you more than anyone can love another person. I'll be a good wife to you and I mean it this time. I'll be one hundred percent faithful and will only have sex with you unless you want to include someone else. We can adopt because I know you wanted children. Please Dale, take me back and I promise I'll do anything and everything to make sure you don't regret it." "It's a little more complicated than that, Chels. Do I still love you? Yes, I've already admitted to that. Do I trust you? Not on your life. Will I ever trust you again? I don't know and you can't rebuild my trust in you if we're apart." "I don't want for us to be apart. Please, tell me what I have to do so we can be together. Please, Dale. I'll get down on my knees right now and beg if that's part of what I need to do; just tell me what I need to do." Chelsea begged of me. "If and that's a big IF, I take you back; the first thing you'll have to do is stop smoking. God you know how much I hate that stale smoke smell smokers have and you reek of it right know. How many packs a day are you smoking? Two, three, more?" "Two and a half on good days and three on bad, but there are more bad days than good, so honestly three." She replied as she hung her head. "I can quit, I swear, as long as I'm with you." "You'll have to sell the apartment because I live in California and love it so I'll be staying out there whether we're together or not." She turned her body away from me toward the back of the bar before she said anything else to me. "The apartment has already been sold. I had to sell to cover the hospital and doctor bills that your insurance didn't pay." "My insurance? I never got any statements from my insurance." I blurted out. "No, of course not. I had them sent to me. I didn't want you back as my savior or knight in shining armor or from any sense of duty you might have had from when we were happily man and wife. I wanted you back because you wanted to be back and wanted to be with me." She explained as that dullness began to return to her eyes. "You're not going to take me back are you, Dale? No, and why would you? I'm ugly now instead of being beautiful, skinny without those womanly curves you were so in love with, and can't give you a child of your own so why would you take me back? I'm sorry I've wasted your time, Dale. Have a safe trip back to California and I hope you find somebody that can make you happy like I once was able to." She started to get off the bar stool, but I put my hand on her shoulder and stopped her. I turned her body back toward me and raised her head with my hand on her chin so I could look into her eyes while motioning toward the darkened corner where I'd been sitting. "Those reasons wouldn't stop me from taking you back, but the next one might make you not want to come back." I straightened up and put my arm around the waist of the beautiful red haired woman who'd been sitting with me in the darkened corner. Although she was only three months along, she was already showing that she was with child in an obvious way. "Chels, this is Shelly. No, I'm sorry her name is actually Michelle, but I'm so used to calling her Shelly that it slipped out. If you want me to take you back, you'd have to be willing to share me with the other woman I've fallen in love with and who is going to be the mother of my children. We already know she's carrying twins so children plural is correct. "At the time, I couldn't see how you could love two men at the same time, but I know how you did. I do still love you Chelsea and you're welcome to come back to California with Shelly and me, but you'll have to share everything with Shelly, not just me. My house, my bed, my love, my money, everything that I have will have to be shared by the two of you. "I will also expect complete faithfulness from both of you. That may not seem fair in light of the circumstances, but that's the way it has to be if you want to be with me. Shelly has no problem with it and you'd have to be okay with it also. There will be a post nuptial between us and if you break its terms on fidelity you'll find yourself alone again, but we'll be divorced if you ever cheat on me again. "I know that's a lot to think about, Chels, so here's the number at the hotel we're staying at. We leave day after tomorrow so let me know something one way or another before then." I told her before giving her a piece of hotel stationary with the hotel's number and the room number Shelly and I were staying in. "I don't have to think about it. I told you I'd do anything if you'd take me back so I agree to everything. If you have the post-nup papers ready, I'll sign them right now with Irene and Danny Boy as witnesses." Chels responded before jumping off the bar stool into my arms. "I don't have anything like that prepared, Chels. To be honest, I wasn't sure why you wanted to meet me while I was in town, but I wasn't suspecting this. Why didn't you file for the divorce like I told you to?" I ask as I sat her back down gently onto the bar stool. "I didn't want a divorce. I wanted to stay Mrs. Stringer like I told you I did that night after the award show. I wasn't thinking that day you caught us together. Brad showed up at work and I forgot everything I'd promised you when I saw him. Even the fact that it was Valentine's Day and you'd told me you had something special planned evaporated from my mind and all I could think of was fucking Brad again. I swear that was the first time we'd ever done it at the apartment and I didn't resist when Brad insisted we do it in our bed. "When those roses and the water in the vase hit us on the bed, I knew I'd lost you and when I found your note the next day, I figured it was forever. I couldn't find you, no one would tell me how I could get in touch with you, and I couldn't afford to hire someone to find you. It was like you disappeared off the face of the Earth. I was hoping after the anger and hurt lessened that you'd at least get in touch with me so we could talk. I was only with Brad because you were gone, Dale, and I was regretting it more and more every day; but I couldn't force him to leave. "I'm glad they revoked his bail when he violated the restraining order against him. I hope he rots in jail and then prison for killing my baby and ruining me so I'll never have children. I wanted to be the mother of your children, Dale, but I'll be the best stepmom two kids could ever want." Chels said as I watched the happiness then anger followed by sadness during her little rant flow across her face. "Well if the three of us are going to be together in the future, there's no better time than the present for you and Shelly to start getting to know each other. Shelly, please take Chels across the street to the hotel and get us a table for dinner. I'll be over shortly; there's something I need to talk to Danny Boy about. I promise I won't be long." I said to the two ladies that were smiling at me with the same look of love on their faces. I laughed as I watched Shelly snatch the pack of cigarettes and lighter from Chelsea's hands when they were outside the bar and throw them out into the street where a speeding taxi promptly ran over them, sending bits of cigarettes and the lighter flying in all directions. I turned back to the bar and Danny Boy was standing there with the evil grin he always got when he thought he knew what I was going to say. "Brad needs to have an accident with extreme prejudice while in jail, doesn't he Dale?" Danny Boy said before I could say anything. I shook my head yes while keeping my mouth shut. "Consider it done, my friend. I hate men who beat on women and one that would ruin the face of one of the most beautiful women I know and a friend to boot, well don't worry about a thing. I wouldn't be surprised if you heard something on the news before you leave. Now that you and Chels are back together, don't wait a whole year before Irene and I see you again, you stubborn son of a bitch. "Take care of those two beautiful women you have, you lucky bastard. I'd suggest something like that for me and Irene, but she'd bite my head off then shit it back down my neck if I did. I'll be seeing you and the drinks are on the house tonight." Danny Boy smiled at me before leaning over the bar, grabbing me, and pulling me into a hug. He was the closest thing I had to a brother so I hugged him back. Irene gave me a sisterly kiss on the lips and a hug when I turned to leave and she was standing there behind me. I went across the street to the hotel and found Shelley and Chels hugging each other as they cried on each other's shoulder in a semi-circular booth of the hotel's restaurant; from what, I never found out. Shelley scooted out and gestured for me to scoot in beside Chels. The first few kisses between Chelsea and me were tentative and awkward much like the ones from when we first started dating. When we both started kissing each other with passion and could feel the need for the other in them, I knew that my love for her was as strong as ever even though I was in love with Shelley also. I made love to Chelsea for the first time in over twelve months that night while Shelley watched and pleasured herself. The three of us fell asleep after the second bout of fucking between Chels and me; with Chels in the middle and both mine and Shelley's arms wrapped around her. I saw in the morning paper of the day were we leaving for California that two prisoners awaiting trial had been killed during a mini riot in the jail's cafeteria the night before. Brad Covington and Victor Fleming had both been knifed in the back and bled out before the corrections officers could get to them because of the fracas. I smiled to myself as I rejoined the two women that had fallen in love with me and were willing to work with me and each other to make our unorthodox situation work. ************************************** I was sitting in the back seat of the company limo with Chelsea beside me; blindfolded and with noise canceling headphones on as we entered the private gate that allowed access to the airport the company jet's hangar was at. Being one of the West Coast VP's for my company had its perks so I was able to do the things I was doing to keep Chels from knowing where we were going. The next day would be our fifteenth Valentine's Day as a married couple and I hoped the plans I've made would help erase more of the events of that horrible Valentine's Day five years earlier from our memories. If the calculations the company's pilot had made were correct, Chels and I would be having our first kiss for that Valentine's Day on the tarmac of Honolulu, HA as the sun was rising. Shelley would be staying in our California home caring for our three year old twin boys, Dale Jr. and Dylan, and their one year old half-sister Chelsea Michelle Stringer, who we all called Shells. No, I didn't get another woman pregnant; Shelley gave birth to Shells after the in vitro fertilization and implantation of mine and Chelsea's embryo was a success, thus allowing Chels to give me a child after all. I would miss all of them for the next month, but Chelsea and I needed to be alone together since we'd not been able to it before then. I was extremely happy sitting beside Chels sipping Champagne after we'd taken off and the blindfold and headphones had been removed. I had the love of not just one, but two beautiful women, three gorgeous children that I'd die for, and the position in life that I'd always seen myself in. Chels had regained most of her weight and had her curves back, the money we'd obtained from suing Brad Covington's estate had allowed her to have plastic surgery that diminished the ugly scars on the right side of her face and fixed her nose. She had to use make up for them to be completely unnoticeable, but only wore that when we were going to company functions or other formal occasions after I'd convinced her I loved her for her and not her beauty. Would the two women in my life stay faithful like they've promised? No one knows the answer to that question, do they? Would I stay faithful to them? I planned to, but life never seems to work out like we plan, does it? I have to believe that the answer to both questions of fidelity will be yes or why bother loving them as much as I do? I know one thing for sure. The next Valentine's Day would include all the members of my little family, because I've only been separated from them for twelve hours and I already missed them too much to go through this again. I would have to pour out all my love on my wife for the time being and continue to believe in that fairy tale ending even though everybody knows there is no such thing. HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY EVERYBODY!