54 comments/ 43734 views/ 12 favorites Walking On The Edge By: StrangeLife Taking chances is part of living. We all do it to some degree, every day on a constant basis – driving to work through traffic, smoking an unhealthy cigarette or eating a cholesterol-filled burger. Each day we are faced with hundreds of choices luring us with benefits in return for subjecting ourselves to certain risks or paying a price of some sort. "Do I overtake that car or slow down? I might get home faster, but I could crash." "Do ask that girl out tonight? She might be the love of my life, but she could be a STD carrier or a total waste of time." "Do I purchase that raffle ticket? I might win a fortune, but I could end up with a five dollar scrap of paper." We all do it; every day; all the time. Its how we shape our destiny and create our path through life. Usually the risk of taking a chance is somewhat proportional to the benefit, but its not always so. And sometimes the risk is far higher than we could ever anticipate. A while ago I took a chance and made a choice. The payoff was excitement, pleasure and sweet pain beyond what I ever knew existed, but as it turned out I had grossly miscalculated the risks involved. Today I am left facing the consequences of my actions, only now realizing the terrible price I may have to pay for my choice. I stand before a desolate landscape of shattered dreams, lost hopes and innocent victims. I honestly don't think I can fix it, but I have to try. There might still be a slim chance provided the strategy I have devised works the way I hope. Tonight I will know. Tonight I will play the only ace I have left. God help me. **** I was always good in the kitchen but this time I had outdone myself. Prawn cocktail for hors d'oevre, the main course was a Chateaubriand steak so tender you could chew it with your eyelashes and for dessert a home made walnut ice cream with a dash of spicy chocolate sauce. We had both dressed up for the occasion and as usual my wife looked absolutely spectacular. Her long blonde hair was held together in the back with a simple comb matching the color of her dark red dress that clung to her curves like a second skin made of silk. And me? Well, I tried my best to capture the James Bond look, but even with the assistance of a custom fitted Hugo Boss tux I didn't reach the same level of optical perfection as Sharon. The occasion was our 'Romantic Dinner at Home' evening; a monthly tradition we had upheld religiously through all of our six-year marriage. Once a month, regardless of how busy our lives were, Sharon and I would cook or order a gourmet meal, dress up and spend an evening together dining by candlelight, dancing and... well you can probably guess how those evenings ended. Of course TV, computers and cellphones were off because his was our time to talk, reconnect and romance each other like we did on our first date. Our way of keeping the spark alive. "Remember our first date?" I asked. "Not exactly Chateaubriand steak, if I recall." Sharon smiled. "No, not exactly. It was pizza. Deep pan with pepperoni and meatballs plus extra cheese." I was amazed. "Wow! You actually remember the toppings?" "Oh yes. A girl remembers things like that. I'm surprised you didn't, mister amateur chef." "Well, I kinda had other things on my mind that day," I replied with a sneaky grin. Sharon giggled. "I remember that too; very well. I have always liked the way your mind works Steve. And other parts of you." I smiled broadly. "Remember how we mapped out our entire future on that very evening?" "Yes you were pretty sure of yourself, weren't you badboy?" Sharon chided. "I wonder how many young college graduates would have the gall to tell a girl on their first date that he intents to marry her, move her to a horse farm in the south and raise four kids with her." "There was never even a sliver of doubt in my mind Sharon. I knew you were the one from the very moment I laid eyes on you. From then on we were merely killing time until the inevitable happened." "And you even named our kids in advance. I still remember the names you had picked out - Stephen Jr, William, Susannah and Shawna. I get Stephen Jr of course and my granddad would be proud to have William named after him..." "I always liked your granddad when he taught at my school." Sharon smiled knowingly. "Oh, he remembers you vividly too. I believe he referred to you as 'that annoying kid who never seemed to run out of stink bombs." We both cracked up. "But you should know that despite all the trouble you made back then, he was always fond of you. I suspect he saw a younger version of himself in you." "Yeah I bet he was a wild one back in the day." I poured a glass of wine for Sharon. "I suspect so, yes. Grandma wont tell though. Maybe she was a wild one too." Imagining Sharon's frail church-going grandmother as a wild bitch made me laugh. Sharon continued. "Susannah is probably named in honor of your late aunt Sue; I get that; but Shawna? How did you come up with that?" I coughed. "Erm... it was... well... on the nametag of the girl who took our order." "What? You seriously want to name our daughter after a random waitress at Luigis?" Sharon exclaimed stunned. "I was out to impress my future wife and I only had three names prepared. However as we talked I realized that three wasn't enough; I wanted four kids with you so I had to think fast. I simply grabbed the first source of inspiration available." Once again Sharon got a giggle attack. "If you knew how often I have wondered about that name. The pizza girl... oh my god. That is so funny!" "You could have just asked." Sharon grew somber. "Yes, communication is important in a relationship. So very important." I lifted my glass in a toast. "To communication!" She smiled and joined the toast "To communication." It was a memorable evening; as perfect as I could make it. We laughed, talked about everything and nothing, reminiscenced about our life together and of course we danced and kissed a lot. I felt like the luckiest man in the world having Sharon in my arms. Yes, I loved this woman with all of my heart and had done so ever since I laid eyes on her for the first time. But sooner or later all good things must come to an end. Sharon's watch started beeping; it was the 11 pm alarm informing us that it was time for her to leave if she wanted to make her flight. "I'm sorry love. I wish I hadn't promised mom to visit tomorrow, but I really need to go now. I'll make it up to you when I get back; I promise." We melted together in a long and deep kiss. "This has been the best evening I have had in a very long time. Thank you so much Steve. I wish..." She broke away and grabbed her jacket and handbag. Then she headed for the door. "Bye Love. See you in a few days. Be good, ok?" "Sharon," I said in a low voice. "Please don't go." She froze with her hand on the door handle. "Come on Steve. I promised mom. Don't worry. I'll be back in a few days." "No you wont Sharon." She said nothing, still frozen in pace. "I know everything. It doesn't matter how, but I do. Lets cut the bullshit please. There is no need for pretense anymore. Here is what will happen..." I inhaled deeply and continued. "You will drive to the airport – that much is true - but instead of going to Seattle to visit your mom your lover Diego will be waiting with your ticket for Brazil. In a few days I will be served with divorce papers; probably including a generous settlement on the condition that I refrain from contesting the divorce. I guess there will be a 'Dear Steve letter' from you as well, filled with meaningless explanations and useless apologies. The paperwork is probably all done and merely awaits the go-ahead from Diego. His plan is for you to become Mrs. Diego Who-gives-a-shit before the end of the year and the wedding planning is already well underway." I paused. "How am I doing so far Sharon?" She hadn't moved a muscle, and was still standing with her hand on the doorknob facing away from me. You could have heard a pin drop. I continued my prediction. "The moment you step out that door Stephen Jr, William, Susannah and little Shawna will cease to exist. They will be nothing but part of the crushed dreams of two young lovers. But I still believe in that dream Sharon, and I believe in us. We are the dream team; we were made for each other and there is nothing we can't achieve together. You are my life, my heart and my partner in everything. I love you. Please don't leave." Sharon's shoulders were shaking now. Then suddenly she turned around and threw herself at me with a loud sob. She held on to me like a life raft and cried uncontrollably. "I can't do this. I can't do this. I can't do this. I can't do this..." We stood like that for maybe ten minutes. Then she broke free and looked at me, face swollen and make-up running. She looked lovely beyond words. "Please take me to bed Steve," she whispered. I carried her to the bedroom, where I undressed her carefully and put her down. I shed my tux in record time and began kissing her stomach. She stopped me. "No! I need you inside me now. I don't care if I'm ready or not. Please Steve." I got on top of her and positioned my cock against her opening. As requested I pushed forward and slid all the way in with plenty of lubrication. Sharon gave a single moan, wrapped her arms around me and kissed me. It was one of the strangest sex sessions I have ever experienced. I just kept my cock inside her without moving while Sharon held on to me like an octopus slowly working me with her pussy and hips. There were no wild sexual acrobatics involved, and to an onlooker it would probably seem as if I was simply lounging on top of her. But Sharon was always able to work magic with her vaginal muscles, and this time she was outdoing herself. Combined with the intense kissing-action the experience was extremely erotic. After months of raw fucking with no real emotional connection, we were finally making love again. We were like two lovers desperately seeking to reconnect and rediscover something important that had been lost along the way, and I felt a surge of elation and joy. She was mine again. I had won. My desperate scheme had worked. Despite the limited movements on my part I was beginning to feel the telltale throbbing in my cock announcing an eminent ejaculation and strengthened my resolve to hold back. I wasn't in the clear yet; I had the distinct impression that my marriage still hung in the balance if Sharon didn't orgasm with me. A silly thought maybe, but it gave me an extra five minutes or so. But I'm only a man and, as I said, Sharon has very good muscle control. Soon the familiar throbbing returned and this time it was accompanied by a buzzing warmth spreading out from my cock and enveloping my entire pelvic area; I knew the battle was lost. But in that moment I felt her exhale sharply into my mouth and start cumming. Because I wasn't moving I could actually feel her pulsing contractions and that kicked me over the edge like a catapult. I came so hard my prostate hurt, and I had an irresistible urge to slam my cock to the bottom a few times. But Sharon held me firmly in place and let her pussy milk me; a technique which somehow seemed to prolong the orgasm for both of us. It was an immensely powerful and satisfying experience and we remained locked together in a tight embrace in the afterglow, my cock slowly deflating inside her. We must have drifted off to sleep because the next thing I remember was waking up on top of Sharon. She was asleep but she still had her arms locked around me. I was wondering what had woken me, when I heard heavy footsteps right outside the bedroom. A second later a tall well-built Hispanic man appeared in the doorway and when he saw us his face seemed to dissolve into a mask of pure hate. Naturally I was ever polite and courteous... Ah, fuck it! Of course I was smiling smugly at him. What did you expect? This asshole had attempted to steal Sharon away from me and I'd be damned if I was sorry that he had failed! To be honest it was all that I could do to keep myself from flipping him the bird, sticking my tongue out or something equally childish. So I went for fake politeness. "Oh hi Diego. Beautiful evening, eh? Please be a pal close the door on your way out, will ya?" His reaction came as a surprise though. With an ear splitting scream he lunged at the bed. "NOOOO! GET OFF HER YOU MONSTER! YOU'RE FUCKING DEAD!" He practically ripped me out of Sharon's embrace and started punching me like Rocky. I always knew Diego was strong, but not until that moment did I truly understand the meaning of the word. I had no defense against him and I don't think he intended me to survive the next few minutes. I was dead already; it was only a question of how long I would last. In the mean time Sharon had gotten fully awake. When she saw what was happening her first reaction was to scream in terror. Luckily for me her second reaction was grabbing a bedside lamp and smashing it on the side of Diego's head. This made him stop and stare at her in bewilderment for a second, which was all the time I needed for grabbing his crotch and squeeze and twist for dear life. I was later told that Diego threw me head first across the room where my trajectory was interrupted by an old iron radiator. I don't recall anything about that though. All I remember before the world faded to black was sitting on the floor with my back against said radiator looking at Diego who had buckled over in obvious pain and was retching on the floor. In the background I could hear a panicked Sharon calling 911. Something warm and sticky was running down the side of my head and into my eyes, but I couldn't muster the energy to lift my hands to check. And then nothing more... **** I woke to a throbbing pain in my head and total blackness. Maybe my eyes were closed? I tried opening them and immediately wished I hadn't when my visual cortex was assaulted by a painful torrent of blinding white. Through my discomfort I heard two female voices. "He is coming around now and will be lucid in a few minutes. Please avoid stressing him. If he shows any signs of exhaustion I must ask you to leave and come back later. " "Thank you doctor. I will keep that in mind," my sister's voice replied. My throat felt like I'd eaten a pound of ground cinnamon. "Water," I rasped. Dana held the straw of a drinking bottle to my lips, and I soaked my tonsils in the precious liquid. My eyes were rapidly adjusting to the luminescence of the room and I was able to discern my sister's form. "Hi Shit-brain." She said. "Back atcha Rugmuncher," I replied with a weak smile. With the customary loving brother/sister greetings over with it was time to get down to business. "Where am I?" "The Presbyterian Mercy Hospital" "What happened?" "You took a flight into a metal radiator and fractured your skull." "Holy crap! Seriously?" "Yep. But don't worry. Nothing happened to the radiator." "SIS!" "Ok – sorry. But yes, it was quite bad. We almost thought we'd lost you for a while brother dear. They drained some fluid from your head and kept you in a coma." "Double crap! How long?" "A little over a week." "Sharon?" "Sleeping in a guest room in another wing. She's been awake for days and been through hell and back. Let her sleep." "Shit Dana. What the hell is going on? You'd better fill me in." "Please talk to Sharon Steve. Those particular guts aren't mine to spill." I took a deep breath in relief; Sharon was all right and still around. We were both silent for a few minutes before Dana spoke. "So what the hell did you do to piss of that big beefy Latino dude to the point where he felt compelled to bash your head in? Was he involved with Sharon? Did she cheat on you?" "Well... erm... eh... uhh..." "Listen. You don't have to tell me a thing Steve, but I am a psych major AND a woman. If you have girl trouble I might be able to help. And I won't bill you... much." "Ok," I started. "Ever heard of sexual cuckolding?" Dana's jaw dropped. "WHAT? You fucking idiot! You know Steve; sometimes it's really hard for me to believe that we are related. Maybe mom cheated with the mailman before you were born or something." Yeah, my sister was never one to suffer fools lightly and she was most definitely a straight shooter. As odd as it might sound I appreciated her candor at that moment. I needed truth and honesty beyond everything else. "Ok Steve. Let me see if I got it right. You allowed Sharon to fuck around... no you probably ENCOURAGED her to do it out of some dumb-ass male sex fantasy. Then your little game spun out of control, landed you in the hospital and almost cost you your marriage as well as your life. Does that pretty much sum it up?" "Yes, pretty much." "I've worked with couples therapy for a few years so I'm aware that cuckolding is a common fantasy for men, but how did you guys come up with the stupid idea of actually doing it in real life? I might see YOU in that role, but Sharon was always Mrs. vanilla incarnate. It must have required some serious persuasion." I took a sip of water and cleared my throat. "Honestly Sis, it had been a fantasy of mine for a long time. Sharon knew of course and didn't mind roleplaying in bed. She would make up detailed stories about imaginary lovers and tell me what they did to her while we were having sex. She actually became pretty good at it and seemed to thrive on the power it gave her over my lust. Mostly she did it for my benefit – I knew that of course. Sharon was never into casual sex and the idea of me having sex with another woman turned her off completely. So yes – I suppose you can call her vanilla. But within the boundaries of our relationship she was always willing to try anything. She is a very sexual person." "So far you and Sharon sound to me like most normal couples. How did the game progress into the real world?" "Sharon is a good looking girl – you know that - and she can look stunning in a dress and full make-up. When we went out she got the attention of any guy in the room with a pulse. She liked to dance and I'm not much of a dancer myself..." "You can say that again," Dana remarked dryly. "... so she often danced with other guys while I was enjoying a beer and socialized. Occasionally some of them would attempt to cop a feeler, but if they went too far she would push their hands away or signal me to cut in. This wasn't originally part of any sex game, mind you. We were a married couple going out to dance and have fun. Nothing more." "Let me guess. You got inspired and started pushing the envelope?" "Alas yes. At first we merely used it in our bedroom fantasies. Sharon incorporated some of her dance partners in her stories, often involving wild sex in public bathrooms, getting fucked over the hood of a car or in the back seat – stuff like that. And as I said, she is a great storyteller. A couple of times I almost bought it and went so far as to check the story against her actual whereabouts, but I soon discovered that it was indeed only made-up stories. However I got a major boost out of the feelings of doubt and fear before I was sure. I'm telling you Sis – It was fucking wild. Sharon could feel it too, though she probably didn't know what had sent my libido into overdrive all of a sudden." "Then you realized that you wanted to try the real thing?" "It was like a fucking drug. I became obsessed. If mere sliver of doubt caused by a fictional story could set me off like that, what would an actual affair do to me? I wanted to... no, I NEEDED to experience that high at least once in my life. Don't you see Sis?" Walking On The Edge "And Sharon wasn't to thrilled about the idea I presume." "That's putting it mildly. She was like; HELL NO! But I was like a man possessed and used every trick in the book to wear her down. Not in a bad aggressive way, but I made sure that she was aware of my desire every opportunity I got. She was clearly never happy about it, but eventually she began realizing that this was like an elephant in the room. Something I needed to get out of my system before we could move on with our relationship and the life we had planned." "Sounds to me like you subjected her to emotional abuse. I'm sorry Steve, but that's simply not cool! You don't do that kinda shit to a person you love." Dana glared angrily. "I know Sis. I know that now. But at the time I didn't see it that way. I felt it was our next big sex adventure and couldn't wait to get started. And who wouldn't jump at the chance for a free pass to fuck around while still being in a loving relationship? It's like having your cake and eating it too. I was sure Sharon would like it once she got over her hang-ups." "Somebody shoot me," Dana groaned. "You can't possibly be this dense Steve!" I was slowly getting annoyed with her condescending remarks. "Let me finish, ok? You can kick my guts afterwards. Anyway, we discussed it and laid down some basic rules. Sharon would find the men on her own and decide herself if, when, where and how they would have sex. She would never do anything without informing me first though, and she would of course tell me all about it afterwards. In order to avoid emotional entanglements she would not have sex with the same man more than a few times and never with one of our friends or relatives." "Gee. You didn't even want to watch?" Dana rolled her eyes. I pretended not to notice. "As a matter of fact, I DID want to watch. But Sharon wasn't having it. Having sex with other men already pushed her boundaries to the breaking point, but having me in the room while she did it was too much for her to even consider. I decided to let it go. Her story telling would have to suffice." "So basically no difference except you forced Sharon to fuck other guys." "Oh it made a huge difference Sis. Even the best story can't compete with reality. But Sharon was as aprehensive as you are; she told me in no uncertain terms that this was MY idea and if I EVER threw it in her face during an argument, she would divorce my ass on the spot." "And so then it began?" "Yes. Once the decision was made she went at it with her usual efficiency, almost like a project at work. Through a website for people seeking partners for an affair she had the first lover lined up after a week. He was a travelling businessman passing through and she spent an evening with him at his hotel. I dropped her off outside the lobby around six and she returned home by Taxi just after midnight. The wait was excruciating and exhilarating; I had a perpetual hard-on through the entire evening." "Gnyah..." "Huh?" "Never mind Steve. Go on." "When Sharon returned she was in a bad mood and just wanted to shower and go to sleep, but I was all worked up and was not about to let her off the hook. This was the realization of my big fantasy after all. Her pussy was swollen and sore and she was all fucked out, so I settled for a quickie to get myself off and we cuddled up and called it a night." I smiled at the memory. "The following months were awesome and Sharon's stories took my breath away. The knowledge that they were actual recollections of real events made it feel like going from looking at a picture of a cake to actually eating a cake; an entire new dimension. Sex was great for both of us and Sharon admitted to enjoying the excitement of fucking strange guys with a variety of cocks. Some of the guys were great lovers and she learned several new things that we incorporated in our lovemaking. For instance..." "Stop! Over sharing-alert! Just the story Steve, please. I don't wanna loose my lunch." "Are we getting squeamish Sis? Afraid the details might turn you straight?" I teased. "Shut your pie-hole brother dear and get back on track. Allow me to venture a guess: You decide to push the envelope further?" "How did you...? Gee Sis. You're kinda scary sometime." "BOOOH! Get on with it. I'm waiting for the juicy parts." "One day I decided that I wanted her to take a cream pie... you know, fuck her lover without a condom and let him cum inside her. Now THAT took some persuasion, let me tell you. But Sharon finally agreed on the condition that we narrowed her list of lovers to only one or two who could document a recent negative STD test, and who didn't live a promiscuous lifestyle. " "Makes sense. Sharon is a pretty smart girl." "Yes and I fully agreed. There is a lot of dangerous shit floating around out there and even hot sex isn't worth risking your health over. Anyway, she selected two safe candidates and began fucking them regularly without a condom. As expected the power of the sexual experience was off the scale now that Sharon was fucking bareback. Not only for me but for her as well. Apparently genital skin to skin contact makes sex a lot better for a woman, and she always loved to get dumped in." "So did you go down on her when she got home?" "No way! Shit Sis! Gross! I'm no cuckold wimp." Dana cleared her throat but made no comment. I told you she was a smart girl. "Of course I fucked her the moment she came home. It's a strange feeling to fuck a pussy full of another man's cum, but it sure did something to me. I came harder than ever before. And of course Sharon was entertaining me with all the intimate details of her trysts while we were having sex, which drove me absolutely wild." "Sounds like you got what you wanted then." "I certainly thought so. Sharon had two regular lovers in her life for no-strings-attached bareback sex about once every other week, and her experiences greatly enriched our sex life. My only complaint was that I never got to watch, but one of her lovers was an amateur photographer and made me a video of a fuck-session. Its awesome and I nearly masturbated myself unconscious the first time I watched it. You are welcome to see it if you want..." "I'll pass, thank you. Gay here - not into watching straight sex. Not even with Sharon in it." "Your loss Sis. It's sizzling hot, I tell you. As I said life was good and we were happy. You might remember that this was around the time we moved into the big house; the one with plenty of room for kids. I figured that we would continue the hotwife lifestyle for another few months or so and then call it quits. It was great while it lasted, but the next big adventure was waiting – building a family together." "But then the shit hit the fan?" "It was more like a slow trickle of shit really, but yes. I suppose you could say that. It began with a gut feeling; a sense that something wasn't quite right with Sharon's stories. Then it struck me: They sounded made-up! Oh she's good all right, but I could clearly tell that we had somehow moved from recounting actual events to pure fantasy stories. The big question in my mind was, why? She was fucking her lovers with my permission, so why the need for lying? " "Weird. But why not simply call her on it?" "That's YOUR style Sis – I'm more of a strategist. I needed facts before rocking the boat so I set out to investigate. A lot easier said than done, as it turned out. By mutual agreement I didn't know any of Sharon's lovers, not even their names, so I had no fucking idea where to start. I ended up hiring a private investigator and have them work the case for a month. It wasn't cheap, but, as it turned out, well worth it. The P.I. report totally knocked my socks off..." "Come on - spill it Steve. You're killing me here." "For starters it turned out that Sharon's lovers didn't exist! And they hadn't existed for some time. According to the P.I. she only had one lover – a young dude named Diego who was living here while working on his Ph.D. in sports medicine. His dad was CEO of a large tech company." "Not good!" "Oh it gets much worse. It also turned out that Sharon no longer worked in her old law firm. She had quit her job a month earlier for a position as legal aide for Diego's dad. In fact, her and her lover had been spending an awful lot of time together behind my back, and as far as the investigator could discern many people considered Sharon and Diego a couple." "My God Steve. I'm so sorry." "Suddenly a lot of odd clues fell into place. For instance a while ago we stopped frequenting some of our favorite restaurants and clubs because Sharon wanted a change of scenery. Turned out that the real reason was, that she went there with Diego and probably feared that somebody would wonder about her change of escort, if she went with me as well. And she cancelled our night out at the theater last month because she claimed that a critical project required her to work overtime. Turned out it was a lie – she went with Diego and his parents instead. Sharon and Diego also spent the weekend together while I was at that seminar earlier this month." "Did you confront her?" "I should have and I sure felt like it, but I was suddenly beginning to get scared. That asshole had had months to chip down her walls and, all the time he was showering her with excitement and fun. Compared to him I embodied the tedium of daily life with work, bills and all the other mundane stuff you have to do in order to exist. Add to this the fact that he was five years younger than me and pretty good-looking too, if you're into big muscular guys. How could I possibly compete? If I had pressed the issue at that point I honestly fear that she might have left me for the asshole. I felt that by provoking a confrontation I would only be pushing Sharon further into his arms." Dana nodded silently. "But as you might imagine my fear super charged my libido, and I fucked her like a Tasmanian devil every night. I'm telling you - it was a rush." "Yep, the male competition instinct brother. You felt a need to reclaim her from Diego after they had been together." "Whatever – all I know is that I was hard and horny all the time. But I was also vividly aware that I HAD to call it off somehow. Things had clearly gone waaay beyond the boundaries we set for our game, and I had to come up with a way to close and re-seal Pandora's box or watch my marriage crumble before my eyes. I sent another fat check to the P.I. and told him to step it up. I needed them to monitor my wife as if she was Osama Bin Laden and provide me with detailed updates about everything she was involved in. And since my plan was to fight for my marriage rather than divorcing her I wasn't too concerned with the legality and admissibly of the information." "The P.I. went for that?" "Sure. Money will open all kind of doors. I took out a large mortgage on the house in order to finance my plan. Hell, if we actually did end up divorced after all I might as well ensure that our common properties were as deprecated as possible, right? So yes, Sharon effectively paid half the costs of the P.I., which gave me some satisfaction. "You do have a devious streak brother." "She was screwing me, so I felt entitled to screw her in return. What I got out of it was mostly just surveillance and recordings from around town. But given the fact that I seriously considered getting rid of Diego on a permanent basis information about their daily habits could have proven useful..." "Oh my fucking god Steve. Don't even joke about shit like that." Dana was visibly shaken. "Don't worry Sis. A desperate man will consider all kinds of weird shit, but after I had time to think it over I decided that not even Sharon was worth going to death row for. However Diego was pure vermin in my book and the only factor keeping him alive was the risk of me getting caught afterwards." "Steve – you're one crazy son of a bitch. No offense to mom." "The surveillance continued for a few weeks and gradually some interesting facts surfaced. I discovered that Sharon was lying to Diego as well as me. The guy was very possessive and jealous and had made her promise to stop having sex with me months ago. He obviously had no idea that we were fucking like rabbits pretty much every night. That gave me some hope. While she was clearly playing on Diego's team, she seemed unwilling to burn the bridges behind her." Dana nodded. "A serious chink in their intimacy. Not good that early in a relationship." "My thoughts exactly. I'm not afraid of admitting that I seriously entertained the idea of making a tape of Sharon and myself and sending it to Diego. Sorta ignite the dynamite and stand back to watch the explosion." "Not a smart move Steve. You would undoubtedly have caused a lot of trouble, but in the end you would have stood out as the bad guy and lost a lot of ground." "That's what I figured Sis. But there was another issue as well. The P.I. profile indicated that Diego, besides being pathologically jealous, was excessively hung up on his male honor and known for a volatile temper. I was starting to worry about Sharon's safety, if she should ever become the target of his rage." "A prophetic concern, as it turned out," Dana interjected dryly. "Yeah no shit," I groaned and felt the bandages on my head. Dana shifted in her chair. "So what did you do to escalate the situation?" "It wasn't my doing Sis. My surveillance alerted me to an ominous development in our situation. Diego had finished his studies and was planning to head home to Brazil and take over the local branch of the family business. He wanted Sharon to come with him, and he proposed to her. She accepted." "Oh my god!" "Yep, not good at all. Quite disastrous actually. Diego wanted to have me served with divorce papers right away, but Sharon insisted on breaking it to me as gently as possible, and told him to leave it up to her. She decided to tell me on our next monthly romantic dinner evening, where she would make everything perfect for me and give me the bad news afterwards." "You're joking! Surely she couldn't be that callous? First make you believe that everything is fine and then shoot you down. That's fucking cold." "Sharon didn't see it that way Dana. She didn't realize that she would make it hurt a thousand times more by first romancing me before pulling the rug out under me. That's how warped her state of mind was at the time. She seemed to be bopping around in some sort of la-la-land where logic and common sense didn't exist. It was like she had completely disconnected from me. And the worst part is, that I don't have a fucking clue how it happened." "I've seen this happen several times in relationships where the hubby is cuck-crazy or oblivious to his surroundings. Kinda like; you know; you." "Come off your high horse Dana. We had a bit of sexual experimentation going on. Just adding a bit of spice in the bedroom. We agreed on a clearly defined set of rules and Sharon broke them. Not me – Sharon did. So how the hell does your feministic mind figure that everything is MY fault?" Dana sighed. "Steve – I love you but you are so fucking clueless I some times feel like SCREAMING!" "Ok professor. Pray enlighten this poor lost man about the intricacies of the female psyche," I said sarcastically. "What exactly did I do that was so bad?" " First an important observation regarding Sharon's psychic make-up. Have you noticed that she's a sub?" "Huh? Well she's a skilled diver for sure and..." "Idiot! Not a sub as in submarine – a sub as in subservient. She has an instinctive need to be dominated by a strong personality. A need to be guided, protected and generally told what to do. Once a strong person has gained her loyalty, she'll pretty much do whatever he or she tells her to. Why do you think she played along with your stupid cuckolding shit so readily? Imagine somebody asking ME to do the same thing? How do you think that would work?" "Probably not so well," I agreed. "Damn straight!" "So you're saying that Sharon had sex with strangers for me because she considers me to be in command of her?" "Yes, until Diego replaced you. The way you describe him, he sounds like a typical alpha male. My guess is that he quickly sensed that Sharon could be groomed into submission and the fact that you pretty much handed him her ass on a silver platter didn't exactly make his job harder. She's quite a prize you know – I've seen Playboy centerfolds looking less hot than Sharon and she's got the charm to go with her looks. No wonder the guy went for her. I suspect you were 'replaced' shortly after they stopped using condoms. Face it - you have been playing second fiddle in that relationship for a long time brother." "Shit!" "At least she made an effort to placate you with cream pie sex and kept inventing stories for you, so it's evident that she still cared about you. But her respect for you had evaporated, and she no longer felt comfortable using Diego in your games; an indicator that she felt closer to him than to you. Her loyalty was clearly shifting, and if Diego had insisted she would almost certainly have left you for him. He obviously didn't, which could be because he had no idea how close you guys still were. A defining characteristic of the typical alpha male is that they're so self-absorbed that they overlook people around them." "Sharon is a sub, eh? So I could just have ordered her to cut out the bull and forget about him?" "Wouldn't have worked Steve. Because there is another factor you also need to take into account. Ever heard about oxytocin?" "Yah we breathe it in order to live." "No – oxytocin. Not oxygen." "Who gives a fuck? Save the Latin for the Pope and give me the English translation please. I'm having a really shitty day, so no games Sis." "Oxytocin is a neurohypophysial hormone also known as the cuddle hormone. It's released at childbirth to help make the mother bond with her child. And guess what? It's also released during orgasm to help make sex partners bond on an emotional level. Especially women. Nature wants women to bond with their man because a family increases the survival of their offspring." "Interesting - but I fail to see how a lecture in biology has anything to do with my marriage." "Think about it for a second Steve. Did Sharon orgasm a lot after you started your little cuckie-thang." "Eh... well... she was often tired and sore y'know... she wanted me to finish fast. And I was pretty horny so that suited me fine." "But on the days when she was NOT going hotwifing with Diego?" I tried to remember – there WAS something bothering me. "You know Sis, I sometimes did have the feeling that she was acting. Like in porn movies, when the girls moan out of sync with the action. Yeah that's it – she was out of sync sometimes!" "I bet she hardly ever orgasmed with you. It was all an act. You saw the movie she gave you. Did she act differently with you than she did with Diego?" "Shit! You're right Sis. It was the movie that bothered me. It's hot, but it also made me a bit uneasy." "As well it should brother dear. Because what you see is nothing less than a real life demonstration of how Diego stole your wife from under your nose." "Come on Sis – let's back up for a second. You're seriously telling me that Sharon was doing whatever the fuck that asshole wanted because I didn't give her enough orgasms?" "Stop thinking like a guy Steve – you're trying to understand a woman, so you need to fucking start thinking like a woman." "Huh?" "Ok, you male-centric dolt; I'll cut it out in cardboard for you. When women have one or more large orgasms and their blood get saturated with oxytocin they feel like being held afterwards – cuddled, if you like. At that time they're at the height of emotional sensitivity and will, by choice or involuntary, bond a little with whatever guy happens to be with them. Since Diego kept getting Sharon off in a big way and you rarely did, he got all the quality cuddle-time. Consequently she slowly but inexorably slipped away from you while becoming ever more emotionally attached to him. And after having conquered her on an emotional level he was able to assert his dominance over her. And that's all she wrote." Walking On The Edge "Holy crap Dana! I really DID hand her ass to him on a silver platter, didn't I?" "Yes you did." "It seems that cuckolding is a heluvalot more risky than I thought." "In Sharon's case, yes, due to her sub personality. You guys are mainly held together as a couple by a decade of history, some shared property and your emotional connection. That is not a strong bond, if you give other people an opening to dilute the relationship. If you had kids and maybe another decade of common history your little cuckie-games would be a lot less risky." "Thanks Dana. Now I feel even more shitty." "You're welcome brother ass. But in return you gotta tell me how the hell you managed to get Sharon back? She was an inch from marrying the guy and your emotional connection was pretty much non-existent." "Well, it wasn't simple Dana. As I said, Sharon had planned to dump me on our monthly romance evening. Technically a cruel idea, but knowing Sharon as well as I do, I knew she meant well. She simply wanted to recreate the best time we ever had in order to make me feel better after getting the bad news." "Makes sense on some twisted level I guess," Dana noted. "Yes and it showed me the opening I needed. She indirectly told me that she still cared and that she considered our evenings together to be the height of intimacy between us. That was the one ace I had over Diego. My one chance." "Sometimes you're smarter than you look brother dear." "Oh, at first I did consider being angry and bitter. Scream at her and accuse her of being a backstabbing cheating slut. But using anger to win love is like fucking for celibacy; it never works. So instead I decided to go all out and give Sharon the most perfect romantic evening she had ever experienced. Everything was decorated according to her taste, I served her favorite dishes cooked to perfection and we danced to her favorite music. I made sure to guide the conversation to all the good memories from the years we had spent together and the dreams we had talked about. I guess in a way I tried to remake myself into the man she originally fell in love with." "When did she tell you then?" "To my surprise she didn't. I was waiting for it, constantly dreading the moment when the axe would fall, but she never mentioned it. I'm not sure why. At the end of the evening she gave some lame excuse for not spending the night and got ready to leave. I was fully aware that once she left I would never see her again, so I threw all pretense to the wind and confessed that I knew everything. I basically begged her to stay. I'm still not completely sure why, but she changed her plan..." "Because on that evening you showed me where I truly belong and who I need to be with," Sharon said as she walked in the door and threw herself at me. **** "For gods sake, get a room," Dana growled after watching us kiss for a few minutes. "I'll go get some food while you guys... talk." "See you Sis. Enjoy your grub and thanks for the talk." "Bye Dana," Sharon smiled. Then she looked at me worriedly. "How are you doing love?" I smiled. "Better than I have for months. There are some things well worth getting ones ass kicked over." "I was so scared Steve. I thought I had lost you." "Not a chance in hell. It'll take more than a radiator and a mad Latino in a roid-rage to do me in," I laughed. "Seriously though. Thanks for saving my life with that lamp Sharon. I don't think I would have made it out of that room alive without your help." "If anybody is messing with my man, they're messing with me!" she stated firmly. "So I am your man?" I asked only halfway joking. "You always were Steve. I just forgot it for a little while." "And Diego?" "Out of the picture for good," she said and looked me straight in the eyes. "For good!" That reply earned her a big kiss. Until that moment I had hoped but not been completely sure. "Sharon," I said. "There's something I gotta know. And I want total honesty." "Ask me anything. I don't want any secrets between us." "Was Diego really better than me in bed?" "Please Steve. Don't..." "Total honesty Sharon. Even if it hurts." "He was." "A lot better?" "Yes Steve. It was the best sex I have ever had by a large margin. Was that what you wanted to hear?" She hid her face in her hands. "Thanks for being honest with me Sharon; I appreciate it. So what made sex with him so great?" Sharon blinked a few tears away and thought about it for a second. "Well, you saw the size of his cock on the video. It's not the main reason, but any girl who claims that size doesn't matter is lying. But what really made the sex extraordinary was his energy and enthusiasm. He could go on for hours and he could even cum a couple of times before his cock went soft." "So you had better orgasms with him than with me?" "Yes." "And more of them?" "Yes." "Then why did you choose me over him?" "Because there is much more to life than sex Steve. Diego may be better in bed than you, but you are much better outside the bed than he is. And you're still pretty good in bed. Besides I love you; that makes the sex even better." "Again thanks for your honesty Sharon." "I'll do anything Steve; I'm serious. I can easily live without Diego's cock, but I could never live without your love. In fact, right now I wouldn't touch his cock even if it was made out of gold and wrapped in hundred dollar bills!" I took a sip of water and cleared my throat. "So what happened after I passed out? I remember hearing you call 911." "Oh god Steve. There was so much blood," she shivered. "I didn't know what to do. The ambulance took forever; or at least it felt that way. Diego was no help at all; he was thrashing on the floor screaming and puking." "My heart is bleeding," I said with an evil grin. "You crushed one of his testicles and ruptured his scrotum. A very painful injury apparently. The EMTs had to restrain him for transport and he screamed all the way out of the house." "Terrible how bad things sometimes happen to good people," I noted with an even bigger grin. Sharon punched my shoulder and smiled. "So I guess the police is going to want to speak to me about Diego's broken nut sack," I sighed. "No need love," it was ruled self defense. The DA promised that no charges will be filed. "Huh? They just took your word for it?" "No it was your private investigator. The one you had spying on me." I gulped. Sharon winked. "He had hidden cameras all over the house and cut together a movie showing Diego attempting to kill you from several angles in high definition. Afterwards I paid him a bonus and dismissed him – he took all the cameras with him. Since I'm not planning on leaving your side ever again you don't need him. If you want to know what I'm doing in the future, just turn your head and look." "So where is Diego now? Maybe I should go purchase a gun just in case." "No need Love. He's in prison and will stay there for years." "Oh? For attacking me?" Sharon's expression grew dark, "No love; for something different. Just let it go please." I didn't like the sound of that. I pulled Sharon close and forced her to look me in the eyes. "Is it related to you?" "Yes, kind of." "Then I do want to know Sharon. I need to. You are my wife and everything about you is my business." "Ok Steve. But please hold me while I tell you. And no matter what you hear, don't let go. Promise me." "I promise," I said with a worried voice. "Ok, here goes: When you last saw me I was two months pregnant..." "WHAT?" "Just hear me out Steve. You promised." I said nothing. "I was two months pregnant with Diego's child." "But how Sharon? You were never off the pill while we... played around." "Yes I was. Diego wanted me to bear his child, so I stopped taking the pills." "Sharon god dammit. Why the hell did you allow that moron to..." "I don't know why Steve. I have no explanation or excuse. I'm sorry." "But you and I had plenty of unprotected sex too. Are you sure the child couldn't be mine?" "I'm sure. Because I always... I... oh god... please don't hate me Steve." "You always, what?" "After I went off the pill, I always wore a diaphragm at home when we made love. That's why I always went to the bathroom first when I came home. I couldn't risk you impregnating me." "Oh shit... oh shit... oh shit..." "Please Steve. You promised." I was boiling on the inside and felt like smashing something. But Sharon was right. I had promised and I desperately wanted the whole story, pain be damned. "Continue," I croaked. "I couldn't risk you impregnating me because Diego had made me promise to stop having sex with you. If you had gotten me pregnant he would have found out that I hadn't kept my promise." I felt sick to my stomach, but I held on to her as promised. "You already know about the wedding plans. But what you might not know is, that the reason why we were in a hurry was because Diego and his family is very religious, and he didn't want his firstborn son to be born out of wedlock." "Son," I whispered. "Yes. A boy. We had it checked." "So when Diego came crashing into our bedroom he didn't actually see a married couple after sex. What he saw instead was his pregnant fiancée in bed with her ex; a person he figured was ancient history." "I suppose he might have seen it that way, yes." "No wonder he was furious," I mumbled. "Are we ok Steve?" "As long as you tell me the truth about everything; no lies, no omissions. There is nothing you can say that will break us up Sharon. Only things you DON'T say can do that." "I love you so much Steve." "Love you too Sharon. So where do we go from here? What will happen to Diego's child?" "That's no longer our problem." "Well, as the mother you can hardly..." "I aborted it Steve. I terminated the pregnancy." "Oh crap! When?" "As soon as you came out of surgery. Four days ago. I had my doctor make an emergency referral, so there was no waiting period." I said nothing. Sometimes that's all there is to say. "You were fighting for your life Steve, the doctors gave you less than a fifty-fifty chance of pulling through. And it wasn't just your life at stake, but both our lives together and those of our unborn children. I realized then that I had an important role in that fight." "But we could have..." "No we could not! I HAD to do what I did. Don't you see love? There was no other way. We would always have had a connection to Diego; his shadow would be looming over us no matter where we went and what we did. He would want to be part of his firstborn son's life as much as possible, and he is not a man who plays well with others." "Yeah," I sighed. "I kinda noticed. Say, when did you become so wise Sharon?" She smiled against my shoulder, "Recent events forced me to grow up fast love." "Next thing I know you'll probably go brunette." I heard her laughing for the first time since I woke up. It was a great sound. Sharon got serious again. "I will only ever bear the children of one man Steve – you. I had forgotten for a while; thank you for reminding me." "You still haven't told me why Diego is locked up." "He didn't agree with my decision about stopping the pregnancy. In fact, he took the information rather badly." "Stop fiddling and just tell me Sharon. Please." "Ok my love. Diego went berserk and raged and cried and begged me to please not 'kill his son', as he expressed it. I shouldn't have told him about my intentions until afterwards, but something inside me snapped when I saw you sitting in a pool of your own blood. Somehow I felt a need to hurt him." She stifled a sob. "I visited him in his hospital room after his surgery to inform him that I never wished to see or hear from him again. He got enraged and started yelling at me that he would always be in his sons life and I'd better not allow the wimp anywhere near him. " "The wimp? Guess he's not one of my biggest fans," I sighed. "I got very angry. You were critically injured because of him, might even die, and he had the audacity to call you names. So I explained to him that he HAD no son. And all I had was an unwanted pregnancy, which I intended to terminate as soon as possible. This body is MINE and I will decide what it's being used for." Sharon tensed up. She was reliving her fight. "Diego started protesting that it was his seed and I couldn't make a decision like that without his permission. To which I apologized and promised that I would send him a bottle of my husband's seed as compensation. And I finished with a bad insult, which I kinda regret." "What did you say to him?" "Don't drink it all at once. It might be too strong for you." Now it was my turn to laugh. Sharon smiled. "Ok, I don't really regret saying it. But Diego threw a total fit. He tried to get out of bed to get to me, but got entangled in wires and hoses and fell to the floor. Nurses came running and I left as quickly as I could." "Jesus Sharon. Thank god for those wires and hoses." "Two days later I showed up at the clinic to get it done. Somehow Diego had found out and was waiting outside in the parking lot. Not just him but his mom, his dad, two of his brothers and a priest. God Steve – it was horrible!" She paused for a minute to collect herself. "I was so grateful that Dana was with me. She grabbed my hand and told me to start walking and not stop for anything. Diego was completely out of it and his brothers had to restrain him; otherwise I actually think he might have hurt me. Diego's dad and the priest kept urging me to postpone the procedure and think it over, and just as we reached the entrance his mom walked up to me, called me a cheap slut and slapped me in the face." Now Sharon was crying. I held her but stayed silent. "After the procedure I was waiting for the final examination, when I heard noise and shouting from outside the recovery lounge. Later Dana told me that the commotion happened when Diego tried to enter the clinic together with one of his brothers. Thanks to her intervention they were denied access. They tried to enter anyway resulting in a security guard with a broken leg and a doctor getting punched unconscious. When the police arrived Diego resisted arrest and punched an officer in the guts." "Uh oh - a really bad idea," I nodded. "Yes, definitely a bad idea. I didn't follow the case but apparently Diego had had a few prior run-ins with the law due to that temper of his so the judge was not happy. The fact that he committed a felony at a clinic performing abortions was an aggravated circumstance that not even his dad's expensive lawyers could do anything about. So that's how he ended up behind bars." I closed my eyes for a second trying to wrap my mind around the magnitude of the shit storm left in the wake of my fateful decision to have my wife fuck other men. I felt like Oppenheimer after Hiroshima. Sharon looked at me nervously, "Say something Steve. Please." "Sharon," I cradled her face in my hands. "At this moment I love you so god damned much I have no fucking idea what to say." **** On a Texan farm a distinguished middle-aged man is watching the sunset from the cab of his Massey Ferguson 6600. Yes, he is aware of the fact that the 6600 is massive overkill for a weekend farmer, but the tractor is a personal indulgence of his. Somehow it makes him feel more like a real farmer and thus helps him decouple from his demanding day job in corporate IT. And it sure makes moving bales of hay for the horses a breeze. Sometimes he has caught himself reminiscing over how close he came to losing it all back in the day. He was chasing a cheap sexual thrill and took a chance without fully comprehending the potential risks involved. He had forgotten the simple and undeniable truth: People who walk on the edge sometimes fall down. His phone beeps; there is and incoming text message. "Message from Sharon: Dinner ready. Kids setting table. You coming soon?" The man texts a reply: "Do I get dessert?" "Message from Sharon: Oh yes love. And you better prepare to take a looong time eating it." "Message from Shawna: DAD! Stop being gross with mom and come home. I'm hungry." He laughs and kicks the Massey in gear. Life is great.