57 comments/ 34208 views/ 37 favorites When Marriage Cools: Arlene By: IraBumblefield When Marriage Cools: Arlene - A wife's ambition ruins her marriage. This is a story of a woman's ambition overshadowing her marriage and the horrific consequences. "ACHOOO! ... Damn, I wonder who I've kissed lately that gave me this cold?" "Not me, probably your boss's ass," quipped my wife Arlene, standing in front of her bedroom vanity, taking those godawful rollers out of her hair. "I'd like to, she's got a great touche." "Probably has calluses on it from riding all her salesmen," she shot back. "Nope, smooth as a baby's bum." "You ought to know, you had your hands on it most of last night during the dance." "ACHOOO! ... Yeah, well, I couldn't get my hands on my wife's ass when there was two other pairs on her's." "Screw you, I only danced a couple of times with Mike and Dave." "That was a couple more dances than I got," I snuggled my mouth into her neck and reached around from behind her to squeeze those magnanomous breasts. "SNIFF... Great tits, just as firm as your buns." "Get away from me, you prick," she snarled, "I've got an important trip today and I don't need your germs." The fight was on... again. I wondered how the hell we'd ever gotten to this point. I went into the main bathroom for a shower. While fantasizing about Arlene's pussy, the warm water stiffened my dick. 'Poor bastard,' I thought, looking down at my ramrod, 'haven't seen any action for months... Well, except for last night, but I'm sure as hell not going to tell her about that one'. My dick was begging to be wanked but I wasn't going to give Arlene the satisfaction of catching me. I was leaning into the mirror, shaving, my meat resting on the vanity. Arlene came in. "I need my hair dryer..." she stopped, staring at my erection. "Why don't you go jack that thing off... or are you planning on taking that horse cock to the office to show your boss?" "Think she'll be impressed?" I quipped. "You can beat the bitch with it for all I care," she grabbed her dryer and table mirror, then headed to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. "You'll have to get your own breakfast, my flight leaves in two hours," she spat as I fetched a cup for myself. "ACHOOO! ... I have your itinerary, who else is going with you?" "Those two guys that were at my company party, Mike and Dave, along with a new hire, Anne Hanson. Anything else you'd like to know?" "Yeah... Are you going to fuck them?" Her face turned purple, "What the fuck is wrong with you? Do you think every man is like you, a pussy hound?" "You're a beautiful woman, Arlene. If I was in your office, I'd certainly be chasing you... Listen to me, Arlene... SHUT THAT GODDAMN THING OFF AND LISTEN TO ME FOR FIVE MINUTES... "First of all, I am NOT a pussy hound, I don't know who planted that stupid idea in your head. I have NEVER been unfaithful and have NEVER been tempted to be unfaithful..." "Yeah? You couldn't come to my company party last night because you had an important meeting with a 'client'. Then you show up late with your slut boss." "ACHOO! ... We finished early and I told her I had to hurry to get to your party. She wanted to come along, she knows some of your people." "Likely story. From the way she was rubbing her body on you, it looked like she was begging for round two." "That's bullshit and you know it. You're sick, Arlene, you're getting paranoid. Chasing that promotion for all this time has addled your brain. Worse, you've been completely ignoring me... Arlene, I'm worried about our marriage. You don't even want to make love anymore..." She flared again. "Is that what this is all about? You just need a fuck? Well, come on, asshole, let's go to our bedroom and do it... No? Did you already jack off? For chrissakes, Rob, you are such a pathetic goddamn wimp." The fight was at the high water mark now, she had never called me an asshole or a wimp before. I was so angry, I wanted to reach out and throttle the bitch, but stopped and got hold of my temper. "No, I did NOT wank... No, I'm NOT a wimp... No, I don't NEED a mercy fuck... What I need is a loving, caring wife, one who appreciates her husband's needs, not one who doles out her sexual favors when it suits her mood... and so goddamn rarely too... Arlene, I'm tired of the sniping and shrewish behaviour, this isn't a marriage anymore. We don't seem to be able to fix this so I want to leave you with one thought while you're at that marketing seminar... "Arlene, I think we should consider a divorce..." She stared at me in stunned disbelief. Her lower lip trembled and tears came to her eyes. Her reply came in a whisper. "Rob, I'm sorry for being so mean. I've been doing the work of three people for the last year and I'm right on the edge. You know how important this promotion is to me. It's the culmination of two years of very hard work... "Yes, I've been a bitch, but once I get this VP position, things will return to normal, you'll see. They've promised to announce it at the seminar, so please bear with me for just a little longer..." "ACHOOO! ... I don't know why I should believe you, you've become a workaholic. There will always be one more rung on the corporate ladder..." "There are no more rungs..." "Arlene, there's something else that's bothering me. There's a rumor going around about your company. It seems a few of your sales people are suspected of using whores to close deals..." She stared at me... incredulous. Then off she went again, this time so irate, she was spitting. "How DARE you? What do you take me for? Do you think I'm a whore?" "No, not yet, but I do believe one thing... Your job has become more important than your marriage. You may decide to spread your legs to get that VP job... But make no mistake, Arlene, if you do, we're over... done... our divorce will be automatic..." The argument was getting far out of hand. Now I was accusing her of planning to be unfaithful. Again, I pulled my horns in. "Arly, I love you... more than any man has ever loved a woman. Please, I'm begging you, don't make this trip. Please stay. Let's spend some time together... we can go off somewhere..." She stood and wrapped her arms around my neck, tears running down her face. "I love you too, Rob, very much, and I'm so sorry for calling you names. It's just that I'm wound up tighter than an clock spring. I have to go, everything is booked. It's only a week and when I get back, I promise we'll take some time off..." With that, she turned and ran to the bedroom to get dressed. I left for work, unsure if the pain in my chest was from my cold or from some terrible foreboding. ********** ARLENE I had the window seat, Anne in the middle, and Mike in the aisle. Anne was a recent MBA graduate, young, pretty, starry eyed. She couldn't believe her luck. Only a few months with the company and here she was, flying off to a high level marketing seminar. Mike was stroking her ego, listening to her giggle. Their chatter suited me just fine, it gave me time to think about Rob and myself. My marriage was going down the toilet and it was me who pushed the plunger. It was true, the promotion had become an obsession but why couldn't he understand my point of view? He knew I came from dirt. Everything I had, I had to fight for since I was a little girl. When he swept me off my feet four years ago, I was so much in love. I thought I was the luckiest woman in the world. But it wasn't enough, I pushed and pushed. Even though he was very patient, I was not, not with him and not anyone else. I was alienating him, making him suspicious of my late working hours and our poor sexual relationship. Hell, I couldn't even remember the last time we made love. He wanted children, badly. Before now, I wasn't enthused. I didn't need brats to complicate my career. But I loved him and now that my goal was within reach, I was willing to have a child to please him. Maybe in time, I could learn to be a good mother too. But my career had to be established first. My promotion would be announced this week, so I went off the pill. Now in my fertile cycle, I was going to make love to him last night and this morning until he got me pregnant. But that goddamn party last night screwed up my plans. For some reason, I managed to pass out. I couldn't remember arriving home or crawling into bed. This morning, I woke up with a lulu of a headache and it only got worse. We began sniping at each other, and then the argument... Oh God, that was horrible. I'd never seen so much venom flow from either of us. For the first time, I could see the huge crack that had developed in our marriage, particularly after he raised the sceptre of divorce... Oh, shit, I should have stayed home. I should be under him right now, loving him, making our baby. Why jeopardize our marriage for this stupid seminar? ... Of course, I knew the answer. It was pride and power. My promotion was going to be announced. Secondly, I was going to deliver a couple of speeches and all those wannabee marketers were going to hang on my every word. It would be like slopping the hogs when I was back in that orphanage where I spent so much of my youth... -- My hotel room was number 1152. The rest of the group were on the same floor. I quickly showered and changed for dinner. The four of us had a great meal. I was excited for the seminar to begin the next day. Mike introduced Anne to some older man and he whisked her away. My second glass of wine did me in. My head felt strange, the room started to spin and turn dark. Strong arms slipped under my armpits... -- I was tiptoeing through a sea of cocks, some big, some small, some erect, some flaccid. All the men were on their backs, all had Rob's face. I smiled down at him as I lowered myself onto his cock. An orgasm shook me and he pumped his cum into me. Next cock... again it was Rob and again I lowered myself onto him. The man next to him was Rob too. I took his flaccid cock into my mouth and began sucking. Another Rob stood behind me and pushed his cock into my asshole... Strange... Rob had never done that before. I came again. Onto the next Rob, cocks in all my holes now, ejaculating into me. I came again and again. It was good, I was so happy, pleasing the man I loved... ...I awoke with a start... What a strange erotic dream. I was naked and flat on my back, my face so sticky I could barely open my eyes. Where was I, this wasn't our bedroom? Where was Rob? My body hurt, my hands were stuck to my chest and thigh. I felt sore down there, very sore. Reaching down with my hand, my fingers found semen in my crotch. As I stared at my hand, a voice came from the fog. "She's awake," it sounded like Dave. Mike loomed over me. "Welcome to the club, bitch, you're my whore now." I sat up, dizzy, totally uncomprehending. Was this still part of my dream? He was naked, his hard cock pushing towards my face. "Yes, we have pictures too. We were set to take you after the party last night but your wimp husband showed up and took you home. But not to worry, you're going to make a great company whore. Now suck my dick again and I'll give you another cum bath." What? What was he doing? Why were we naked together in the same room? Finally my brain registered the horror. No, this wasn't a dream, it was real... I started to scream. I just screamed and screamed. A hand hit my face, hard, but it didn't stop me, I kept on. Another hand hit me, then again and again... then everything went dark... -- There were figures milling around the room, some of them poking and prodding me. My face was bandaged and my lips were cut and swollen. What were these people doing? Again, I started to scream. "Please, Mrs. Renault, calm down or we'll have to give you another sedative," I recognized a nurse's cap and tried to pull myself together. "That's better," she said, "We've had you under sedation for two days now..." "What... where am I?" "In County General Hospital. It appears you've had a very bad time of it." "Where's my husband? Why isn't he here?" "Please try to remain calm. There's a detective waiting outside this room. He'll answer all your questions." A big burly guy came in, looking bored with the whole thing. After sitting down beside my bed, he pulled out a pad and a tape recorder. "Are you ready to make a statement, Mrs. Renault?" "Please tell me how I got here. Where are my friends? My husband?" "Whoa, one thing at a time... You were found in Room 464 of your hotel. That room was supposed to be vacant. You had no ID and it took us almost two days to find out who you were. We interviewed your cohorts..." "They raped me..." "Well," he smirked, "We have their statements. They said that three nights ago, you got drunk and they took you up to your room and left you there. The next morning you didn't show up at the seminar and they asked the concierge to check on you. Your room hadn't been slept in and your luggage was gone. They assumed you decided to return home." He continued. "Yes, we checked on their whereabouts that evening. Apparently the three of them were dancing at a nightclub. The place was pretty crowded, so we haven't been able to absolutely verify that." "Did you call my husband?" "We tried but there was no answer at your home. We managed to track down where he worked but he didn't show up this morning. He's not answering his cellphone either. Do you have any other next of kin?" "No, my parents died in a car accident when I was six, I have no siblings." "Do you have anyone else we could call?" There was no one at work I dared call. None of my coworkers were close friends and this news would spread through the office like wildfire. "Mrs. Mary Cooper, Rob's... my husband's sister." I gave him the number. He returned ten minutes later. "She'll be here this evening... Now, I need an official statement from you, everything you can remember..." After he left, I laid in that bed, trying to piece together what had happened. Then the shock hit me. I was fertile, what if...? NO, please, if there's a God, please don't let this happen... Tears soaked the bandages on my face... Mary arrived after dinner and I was discharged into her care. "Good Lord, Arlene, you look like you've been hit by a city bus. What happened?" I gave her the short version, "Drugged, raped, and beaten... Have you managed to contact Rob?" "No, he's not answering his phones and I didn't have time to look for him before I came to get you. Do you know what you want to do? Do you know who did this?" "Mary, I'm too upset to talk about it yet. Please, just take me home." It was after midnight before our flight landed. Both our cars were in the driveway but the house was dark. No purse, no key, I beat on the door and pleaded with Rob to let me in. After a few minutes, Mary tried the door handle, it was unlocked. Once inside, I turned on the lights and we both called... no answer. Mary searched the downstairs while I ran up to our bedroom. His clothes and personal effects were gone. Mary was screaming from the downstair's den. Spread across the mantlepiece and the coffee table were a number of large glossies of several different men using me, their faces blanked out. I was in shock. "Don't touch them, there may be fingerprints," I yelled. My legs were barely holding me up as I ran into the kitchen. I found a new set of rubber kitchen gloves and shakily loaded all of the pictures into a folder. My legs caved in. I fell onto the couch and bawled. "Arlene, I'll call Frank and tell him I'm going to spend the night with you." "No, it's OK, Mary, I'll be fine. Could you leave me a little money? My purse is gone too... Thanks for coming for me... Now please go home to your family. I'll be OK, things can't get much worse." But I knew it was going to get a lot worse. -- After almost no sleep, I went out for breakfast early the next morning. So much to do, but most of all, what I needed was to find Rob. I didn't have a clue how to do that so I called our attorney. He apologized for not being able to take me as a client since he was already representing Rob. No, he didn't know where Rob was. I asked him for a referral to a criminal attorney. He seemed a bit surprised but called one of his colleagues. An hour later, I met with that attorney. After listening to a condensed version of my story, he recommended that I hire a PI he knew to verify the facts. Harland Jones was an older man and looked like he'd been around the block a few times. I felt confident in his demeanor and told him the whole sordid story and what I wanted. "Mrs. Renault, I..." "Call me Arlene, please." "OK, Arlene, call me Harry," he smiled. "My retainer is four hundred a day plus expenses when I'm working on your case, that OK?" I nodded. "What you're asking for is likely to cost a lot of money. Can I drop by tonight so we can go over the details?" I nodded again. My next visit was to our bank. Fortunately, I knew our investment manager quite well. When she asked about the bandages, I told her I was mugged and my purse was stolen. She said she would take care of cancelling all of my cards and getting new debit and credit cards. Next, I checked all our accounts. Rob had cashed in one investment worth about $20,000 and had withdrawn the money the previous morning. Tears came to my eyes. He was gone. Rob's boss was next. She told me Rob hadn't shown up for work the day before and had no idea where he was. She promised to ask all of her employees and get back to me. I phoned some of Rob's buddies, no luck there either. My doctor wasn't available so I stopped at a clinic and had my bandages changed. Late afternoon, I arrived home exhausted and crashed on the sofa until that evening when the doorbell woke me. It was Harry. "Arlene, I've checked on your cohorts. Apparently they are still at the seminar. One of my operatives is checking on your story about the possibility of Mike using company whores. "I've checked with the hospital you were in. They did a complete analysis of your blood and seminal fluids when you were brought in. That report will be on my desk in the morning. "Can you remember the name of the police detective who took your statement? ... Good, I'll need that too... I've also got the local police involved. Alexis Gordon is the Assistant DA in this town, a real tiger when it comes to prosecuting males who abuse women. Make no mistake, as long as you are honest with her, she'll be solidly on your side. "Now, I need to see those pictures..." I fetched the rubber gloves and the folder. "Wow, these are great," he looked up at me from his perch and saw the look of disgust on my face. "Don't get me wrong, Arlene. I was just commenting on the resolution. These guys are obviously amateurs. First, they don't realize that people can be identified not just by their faces, but by their bodies too; the marks, moles, scars, etc. Secondly, they've used a felt pen to blank out their faces. Forensics may be able to lift that ink... "Also, they'll lift any fingerprints they find.. I'm sure your husband's will be there too. Even that may be useful if we are trying to locate him." "Exactly what are you doing about locating my husband?" "With the terrorist threat, airlines always keep an accurate passenger list. One of my people will check those lists in the morning. We will also check his credit card purchases in case he used some other mode of transportation, or if he made purchases in whatever town or city he may be in. In addition, the FBI monitors all transactions over $10,000." "Harry, Rob's a CFO, he knows all about those things. If he's trying to disappear, it'll be very difficult to find him. He may be using an alias or he may be out of the country... I'll have to limit my expenditures in that direction, I don't have unlimited resources... but after you compile your evidence against Mike and Dave, I'll be suing my former company." When Marriage Cools: Arlene "OK, Arlene, but keep in close touch, particularly if your cohorts at that seminar try to contact you. And one more thing... if you are served with divorce papers, refuse to sign them. That may smoke out your husband... I'll send someone over in the morning to put a tap on your telephone." He left and took the folder of pictures. I was impressed, Harry was very thorough and seemed to have a lot of connections. I hoped he would be my friend. God, I needed one now. I met with the ADA, Alexis Gordon, the next day. I was expecting some man hating dyke, but she was the complete opposite, a married caring mother of three. She wanted to know my story and I told her everything, even about Harry. She smiled. "I was very fond of Harry at one time. We were planning on getting married." "What happened?" "Much like you, I got ambitious and we drifted apart." She still had the smile on her face, staring off into space, remembering. She snapped back. "I'll let Harry get the dope on those guys before we make a move. If they try to contact you, act scared and vulnerable. It'll make Harry's job a lot easier if they don't suspect they are being investigated." Late that afternoon, I was served with the divorce application, presigned by Rob. His lawyer had power of attorney to execute the divorce in Rob's absence. The following Monday evening, I received a call from Mike, "Well bitch, glad you're home, we really liked that tight cunt of yours. I guess your wimp husband wasn't getting much of it." "Why... why did you send my husband those pictures?" "It didn't look like you would cooperate in my little scheme, so I figured I'd try to get rid of the wimp. Guess it worked, huh? Hey, if you let me come over, I'll bring your purse and give that pussy of yours a little fun." I couldn't stand to hear that snake's voice another second, I hung up. A few seconds later he called again. "Don't hang up on me again, bitch. I've got a client who wants to fuck your tight asshole this coming weekend. You'd better do it or those pictures will be spread all over town and the internet too. Do I make myself clear?" I wondered if Harry might make use of that liaison. I decided to stall. "I... I don't think I can do that..." but to make it sound like I was still in the hunt, I asked, "If I do this, will I still get my promotion as promised?" "Guaranteed, my little whore, and at twice the salary you are now making. I'll come over and have my cock explain it to you." "No, my sister is here." I lied, "Call me back on Thursday with the details." I hung up again, then called Harry on my cell phone. "Good girl, we're close to nailing the bastard. Keep stringing him along but don't agree to meet him. I have a couple of bits of news for you. Your blood sample showed traces of rohypnol, special K, and extacy... and we've also managed to get signed affidavits from two divorced women who were previously used as company whores. "Also, your cohort, Anne, has gone missing but rest assured, we'll track her down... Those guys will be clinking their tin cups on the bars of the county jail before the end of the week." -- To make a long story short, both Mike and Dave were charged with using company whores in the business. Both made bail and tried to run. They didn't get far; this time, no bail. The charges involving me were not yet made, evidence was still being collected. A week later, I missed my period. My worst fears were realized, my doctor confirmed my pregnancy. My life with Rob was over. I signed the divorce papers and quit trying to find him. It was the hardest thing I'd ever had to do, knowing I'd lost the most precious thing in my life. The divorce for 'irreconcilable differences' left me with the house and both cars as well as half our cash and investments, a settlement far more than I deserved. My charges were finally brought against those two men. It was a long, very high profile trial, making headlines all across the country. Dave was the weaker of the two and finally, in return for a promise of a reduced sentence, he sang. Apparently, there were at least two other men involved in my rape but were out-of-town business men and they couldn't recall their names. Their faces weren't shown in any of the pictures. Alexis prosecuted the case personally. Mike got twenty years and Dave got fifteen. -- Rob's mother, Martha, and his sister Mary were solidly behind me. I'm not sure I could have made it without their support. I was ashamed that I never got to know them better before it all happened, but there was never enough time. I was always too busy. With the help of my lawyer, I successfully sued my former company. My former boss pleaded ignorance but that was no excuse. He didn't believe that Mike and Dave were involved in a sex ring until we confronted him with Anne, who was also coerced at that seminar. The final clincher came when the evidence showed that Dave and Mike's DNA matched the semen found inside me. He capitulated and we settled out of court for one mil. After a lot of soul searching, I made the decision to keep the baby. After all, it wasn't the little tyke's fault it had been dealt that hand. I couldn't kill it, it was part of me now. Four months later, a large part of my ordeal was over, the trial was history and my divorce was final. Those photographs were returned to me. Night after night, I sat and looked at them. I couldn't believe the look of lust on my face. What must Rob have thought? It would have destroyed him, to see the woman he loved being used over and over again. After a week of tearful self recrimination, I burned them. I rattled around our big house all by myself, constantly thinking of Rob, going through all the scenarios, all of the 'what ifs'. I kept praying I would hear from him, he could hardly have missed those newspaper headlines... I was lonely and friendless. Mary gave me some of her time but she had her own family and I felt guilty taking her away from them. On the other hand, Rob's mother lived alone and was more than happy to spend her days with me. I got to like Martha a lot, even calling her 'mom' after awhile. Since we were together so much, I approached her to come and live with me. She accepted. Life went on. I looked after myself, hiring a maid to do the housework and a contractor to do the yard work. More of our backyard was landscaped and I spent my free time planting flowers and shrubs. A swing set and a toddler's slide were also added. My pregnancy went smoothly. Martha spent a lot of time coaching me on prenatal and baby care. She was a godsend, we became very close. When my baby boy was born, he had a darker complexion than either of those men. The DNA tests did not match either Mike or Dave and I wondered how many other men had used me that night. I couldn't remember any faces, only vague recollections of their hands mauling me and their cocks in me. I named him Robert. That may have been perverse but Rob was the only man I'd ever loved and I wanted to fantasize Robbie was truly ours. Much more difficult, was the decision to breast feed. Somehow it seemed alien to have someone else's baby with his mouth on my nipples. But I quickly got over it, he was such a hungry little guy. Other than my loss of Rob, the three of us were quite happy together. Martha adored the baby, holding and rocking him for hours. After he was weaned, I decided to try to return to the workplace. My life was going nowhere and I needed something to fill the void. I reverted to my maiden name. My CV included a copy of my graduation diploma as a marketing major since that diploma was earned when I was still single. However, it did not contain any relevant experience. For the missing time, I put down some bullshit about traveling abroad for five years. My blonde hair was now dyed brown and cut very short. I wore glasses and no makeup and dressed down, trying to hide my true identity. I did manage to find an entry level job in marketing. -- Another two years passed. I received news that Mike and Dave died in prison. Apparently one of the inmates was married to a woman they used as a company whore. They both got the colon treatment with a broom handle. Despite many operations to try to repair them, they both died a slow painful death... It was horrific but I felt nothing at all for them. For myself, it didn't take long for my talents in marketing to be recognized. There were chances for promotion but my ambition was gone. Besides, I didn't want to risk being identified. Instead, I kept a low profile and encouraged others to take credit for my ideas. I avoided as many public meetings and social gatherings as possible. My boss knew my true identity but never mentioned it to anyone. Even though I took no credit for my ideas, he knew where they were coming from and kept increasing my salary. Mary and her husband Frank became very close friends, too close at times. They were constantly trying to line me up with blind dates but I wasn't interested. After my rape, the feel of another man's hands on me was too repugnant. However, Alex was one male coworker whose company I enjoyed very much. I made it very plain early in our relationship that I wanted no intimacy. That wasn't a problem for him, his wife had left him for another man and he still loved her very much. So in that respect, we became soul mates. We dated once or twice a month; dining, going to concerts and the like. His patience and gentleness reminded me so much of Rob. God, how I wished Rob and I had done more of those things together. Neither myself nor anyone else heard of Rob's whereabouts in those three years. Alex asked me to marry him but I wasn't ready. I valued his friendship greatly but couldn't be intimate with another man while Rob was constantly in my thoughts. Maybe there would come a time when Rob's memory would fade... Robbie was into his 'terrible twos' when Martha's health began to fail. After much pleading, I got her into a clinic for an examination. She was diagnosed with adult onset leukemia. While the disease could be arrested by blood transfusions, there must have been something more because she began to fail very quickly. Her doctor gave her only weeks to live. I was devastated, she had become so much a part of our lives, both mine and Robbie's. Rob's attorney was informed of her condition and told it was imperative that Rob return ASAP if he ever intended to see his mother alive again. He said he would try to contact him... *********** ROBERT When I received those photographs of Arlene and her playmates, it almost killed me. It was as if she had reached into my chest and ripped my heart out, stomped on it, then shoved it back into my cold body. Her obvious passion seemed to leap right out of those pictures, like she was truly enjoying her lovers. Was she coerced or drugged? No... not from the obvious lust showing on her face. But why the pictures? Why rub my nose in it? ... Did she really believe I was having an affair with my boss? I never dreamed our marriage could end in such a horrific nightmare. When I threatened her with divorce, I was only trying to give her a wakeup call. Now I realized it may have had the opposite effect. After no sleep that night, I knew exactly what I wanted to do. No, I didn't want revenge, why would I? I didn't have a wife anymore. Even if it had been her first time, her lack of attention to me in the past year only confirmed what I already knew, her job was more important than our marriage. I was devastated and just wanted to get away as far as possible. My lawyer drew up the divorce papers and I signed them. I gave him power of attorney to execute the divorce in my absence. After pulling some money out of our investments, I was on my way to Argentina, hopping from one mode of transportation to another, trying to cover my tracks. I got a job with a French manufacturer of communications gear and since I had a good grounding in French, it didn't take long to become fluent in Spanish too. -- Time went by. I thought forgetting Arlene would be easy but it wasn't true. Maybe I dwelt too much on our early marriage rather than on what it had become but I kept seeing her beautiful face in every pretty young woman I met. And yes, I took a few of them to my bed too. I was trying to convince myself that I no longer loved Arlene... but it wasn't working. My worst nightmare was remembering those pictures. The pain was so intense, it seemed like it had happened only yesterday. There were so many times when I was lying alone in bed that I wished I would have done things differently. I should have confronted her before I ran. It probably wouldn't have changed anything but at least I might have found some closure. I kept thinking of that last morning when she held me and professed her love for me. It sounded so genuine. I wanted to go back so many times to hear her side of the story, even making flight reservations a few times. But in the light of day, I always cancelled them. The years passed. Arlene was a very attractive woman and would have no shortage of suitors. She had probably remarried by now, maybe even had children. Still, my life was a mess. I knew I would have to talk to her some day, not over the telephone, but face to face. I was still vacillating when fate stepped in. My attorney contacted me through my anonymous Email account and informed me that my mother was dying. I called my sister Mary and told her when I would be arriving. She met me at the airport and after a few hugs and kisses, we drove into the city. "Could you take me to my hotel, Mary? I need to clean up." "No, Arlene asked me to bring you home. She is with your mother at the hospital and won't be back for hours." "Mary, I..." "No arguments, Rob, her son needs to be looked after. The caregiver has to leave and I need to get home." "Her son?" I recoiled in shock. "Yes, don't you know anything about what happened?" "I've been out of the country." I didn't tell her where because I had planned on returning. We arrived at the house and I deposited my luggage in the spare bedroom. It was after 8PM and Arlene's child was in bed. When we came downstairs, Mary handed me a dossier of transcripts and newspaper clippings. "Here, get caught up on your ex," she said before leaving to drive the caregiver home. It was clear she was pissed with me. Arlene wouldn't be back for another few hours so I sat down and read. I learned a lot about the trial, the drugs, rape, beating, the documentation of her suit against her former employer. Those docs conveyed volumes about her strength and fortitude but said nothing of her feelings. I wandered around the house. Things looked so much the same, as if she kept them that way intentionally. Even our pictures were still prominently displayed. When I opened her bedroom closet, I inhaled the aroma of her body from her clothing. All the memories of our marriage came flooding back. I rummaged through her dresser drawers and discovered what I never hoped to find, her diary. My eyes were moist when I read of her innermost feelings. Tears and pain jumped out of every page. When Arlene came in, I almost fainted. Except for her changed hair and glasses, she looked exactly the same as the last time I'd seen her. We stood for a long time, unspeaking, just looking at one another. Then I pulled her into my chest and held her. We sat down in the den next to each other, my arm around her, never again wanting to let go. We talked for hours, most of the time with tears in our eyes. I wanted to know everything... -- In the morning, she introduced me to Robbie, her son. I was a bit shocked to see his darker complexion but quickly tried to hide my feelings, assuming he had been the product of her rape. After breakfast, Arlene had to go to work but promised to return by noon so we could go to the hospital together. I had Robbie to myself all morning. He was a happy tyke and loved to run so I spent most of the morning chasing him around our back lawn. We kicked a ball back and forth and rolled around on the grass, laughing and giggling. Arlene had returned and was standing on the rear deck, watching us play, smiling at our antics. After lunch, the caregiver arrived and we put Robbie down for his afternoon nap, then left for the hospital to visit my mother. She looked very thin and after a long hug, she spoke, "Don't worry, Rob, I'm feeling much better, I'll be up and around soon..." I knew that was a lie. "Of course, mom, you're made of some very tough stuff," I couldn't hide my tears. After half an hour of bringing mom up to date about myself, Arlene went down to the cafeteria to fetch us all some tea. My mother used that interlude to talk to me about Arlene. "She loves you very much, Rob, you must try to make up with her, to forgive her for what happened. She needs you desperately. When I go, she'll be all alone again and I couldn't bear to have that happen. You must promise me you will be there for her..." "I'll try, mother, honest I will." What else could I say? It was a deathbed promise but my words sounded hollow. How could we get back together after what happened? "You need to spend a lot more time with her. Don't come to see me too often, I sleep most of the time anyway." Arlene returned with the tea and we all tried to have a cheerful conversation. That evening, the three of us went out for pizza. Robbie destroyed as much of his portion as he ate. After putting him down for the evening, we sat across from each other in the den. It was time... "Arlene, I want to see if we can get back together," I blurted out. Her head went down between her knees and she sobbed. "How could you? You saw those pictures. How could you kiss the mouth that had those cocks in it. How could we make love when you saw those cocks in my asshole and in my whoring cunt... How could you ever forgive me when you see the product of my infidelity every day..." "You were drugged and raped, Arlene..." "Yes, that's what I keep telling myself. But what did I feel when it was happening? You know I enjoyed it... you saw my face in those pictures." She was telling me what I'd have to face every day for the rest of my life, the brutal reality of what she had done, the horror of those images. She got up and ran to her bedroom, crying. She was right, would I ever be able to get past it? Maybe... There was only one way to answer that question. We would have to try to make love, to see if we could be intimate again. And I also needed to check on something else... Less than a week later, my mother died. I swear Arlene took it much harder than I did. Afterwards, she became more nervous and distant. It was on a Saturday morning, a week after the funeral when I confronted her. "Arlene, please sit down, we need to talk..." She looked at me with fear in her eyes. "Rob, I'm so sorry for avoiding you. I just can't..." "Shhh... listen please, I need to tell you something about that night before you went to the seminar... "If you remember, you passed out that night at the party. When I undressed you and put you to bed, I couldn't resist your body. There had been a few other times I made love to you when you were tipsy but you always awoke when I penetrated you... that night you barely responded. And in the morning, you seemed to have forgotten all about it. "I intended to tell you about it but we got into that argument... "Two weeks ago, I took mouth swabs of Robbie and myself... Arlene, I know this may be hard to believe but the DNA tests show Robbie is mine." "NOOOOO... that can't be... his skin..." "Recessive gene, my grandmother was Spanish," I handed her the results of the DNA tests. "Oh, sweet Jesus," her eyes filled with tears, "there IS a God." When Marriage Cools: Arlene I sat down beside her and held her for a very long time until her tears finally dried up. "Arly, I've never stopped loving you. We need to see if we can be husband and wife again." "Are you sure, Rob, will you be able to make love to me after what happened?" "I think your guilt is far worse than my pain. We have to try, we need to know if we can be husband and wife again." I picked her up and carried her to her bedroom and slipped off both of our robes. We laid on the bed and I held her warm body for a long time, kissing her face, her neck, her upper body. She was trembling in fear when I nestled my face down in between her legs and started lapping her beautiful pussy. She only produced a few drops of fluid, then held her arms out to me. "Please, Rob, please..." She tried. God, how she tried, but she couldn't surrender her body to me. After I came, she rolled away. "I'm sorry, Rob. Dear God, I'm so very sorry..." "Arly, that was our first time in three years. Stay with me on this, it will get better, I promise." I hoped it was getting better. I spent a lot of time touching her, holding her, reassuring her. When we went to bed, I played with her but let her take the lead. If she wasn't responsive, I didn't push it. She soon realized what I was doing and became more aggressive in our lovemaking... But it was only an act. She faked her orgasms and I knew it. Our intimacy had become a lie... We had to face it, there was no way back. One night she told me she had a date with her friend Alex to go to a concert. The date had been made months before and she didn't want to break it. That shouldn't have been a surprise, but it was. How could I have expected this beautiful sensuous woman to remain celibate for three years? Still it hurt. But it made the decision easy for me. When she left, I made my flight reservation to go back to Argentina. After spending the night in the spare room, I showered and came down to breakfast. "Rob, what's wrong? Why didn't you sleep with me last night?" "It's over, Arlene. I'm going back..." "NO... NOOO... please, you can't... You promised we would try..." "We did try... It didn't work..." "Please, Rob, you can't... I'll try harder... you'll see... Please don't give up on us... I love you so very much." "I'm stepping aside so you can be with Alex." "NOOOO... I don't want Alex. I love you. Alex is only a friend. I swear, we've never been intimate..." "Yeah, sure. If he was that much of a friend, he would have given me his ticket and we could have gone to the concert together." "I had to go out with Alex last night to tell him I wouldn't be seeing him again. I owed him that much for all the kindness he's shown me. I couldn't just tell him over the telephone..." She looked utterly defeated. She stiffened her resolve and dried her tears with the back of her hand. "When are you going back?" "Next week." -- We both went our separate ways that Saturday morning. She had some shopping to do and was going to drop Robbie off with Mary. I had to talk to our investment banker to straighten out our accounts. When I got home late that afternoon, Arlene was waiting for me inside the door, dressed only in a pearl choker and five inch heels, her pussy shaved bare. She wore so much eye makeup and red lipstick, she looked like a cheap streetwalker. She kissed me passionately and towed me into the bedroom. There was a butt plug stuck in her asshole. After undressing me, she pushed me down on the bed... Her mouth went down on my cock. "Arly, what's going on? You don't have to..." She popped her mouth off long enough to growl, "Yes, I do. Tonight I'm your whore." She made love to my cock, stroking it, sucking it, twisting it in her mouth. She didn't finish me off. Instead, she rolled over onto her face and stuck her beautiful ass in the air. "Fuck me hard, Rob, hard as you can, make your whore come..." I slipped it into her very tight warm hole and began stroking. She yelled her encouragement, then stopped and reached back for my cock and pulled it up to her rosebud. "In my asshole, Rob..." "Arly, I don't think..." "I don't give a fuck what you think. I'm your whore and you're going to fuck every hole I've got... They all did it... Now it's your turn... Do it, godammit, fuck my ass..." She obviously had given herself an enema and lubed it up because my cock slid in relatively easily. She was keening, slapping her ass back on me with every one of my thrusts. I couldn't tell if she was enjoying it but she was determined to give me that puckered hole. "Harder, you bastard, fuck me harder," she reached around and grabbed my ass cheeks. Finally, that tight rubbery tube did its job and I blew my spunk into her rectum. When she felt me softening, she disengaged and laid down on her back beside me. She hadn't come. "Why?" I asked. "Later... just hold me, darling..." I did, roaming my free hand over her body, kissing her face and upper torso, sucking on those hard rubbery nipples. After about fifteen minutes, she cleaned my cock with a damp washcloth and again took me in her mouth. When I was hard again, she did a leg over and lowered herself down on me. She slid her clit back and forth on my pubis, then began to hump me, driving my cock into that exact spot in her nether regions she wanted to feel me... whimpering... keening... So many emotions at the same time. It was all there in her grotesquely contorted face, washed by her tears of lust, fear, pain, want, sorrow. Faster she moved, determined not to be denied. I tried to stay with her but couldn't find the rhythm so I just arched my back and let her ride. Her head flew back and she let out a blood curdling scream, clenching her pussy muscles as she brought herself to the mother of all orgasms, pouring her juices down my pole, pumping, crying, not wanting to let it end. It was magnificent... her first real orgasm since I'd been back. Finally she slumped forward, nuzzling her face into my neck, sobbing uncontrollably. I held her lovingly, running my hands over her back and beautiful butt, trying to exorcize her demons. But she wasn't done... Her eyes were on fire as she rolled off and parted those lovely legs. I wanted to bury my face in that dripping gash. "No," she yelled, "not that... fuck your whore. Drive it in as deep and hard as you can." It was obvious that she wanted it rough so I rammed into her. During the next thirty minutes, we fucked in every position known to man. She had two more strong orgasms before I again exploded. We laid together on our sides, tightly holding onto each other. She wasn't crying anymore, just basking in the afterglow of her orgasmic bliss. "Why, Arly?" I asked again. "You'll see," she replied softly. We both drifted off. I was so relaxed, I fell into a very deep sleep. When I awoke the next morning, she was standing beside our bed, freshly showered and totally naked. I reached for her hand but she pulled away. "Please, Rob, come with me." I followed, hardening again as I watched her beautiful ass wiggling towards the den. She stopped before we got there. "Please, Rob, know that I love you more than anything in my life. I need to show you something..." Spread around the den were a number of large glossies of the two of us coupling in every position with my cock in every one of her holes. My face was blanked out with a felt marker pen. "What is this, Arly? You didn't have to..." "Yes, I did. I hope and pray this will work for you. I know you, Rob. Sometimes I watch the pain in your face when you stare off into space. I know you are remembering those horrible pictures... I want these to replace those images in your mind... "Every day, I want you to come down here and select one, then drag my ass into the bedroom and do that exact thing to me. I want it rough. I want you to take out your hate and anger on me. I want you to treat me like your whore... then burn that picture." "I don't know if I can..." "Goddamn you, Rob, you HAVE to do it..." "Any picture?" I grinned. "Yes, and I will keep my asshole lubed and ready until all of these are gone, just in case you choose one of those," she pointed to a group of pictures with my cock in her butthole. "You realize I may want to modify some of these positions," I chuckled and grabbed one of her sucking my cock. "Anything you want, I'm your whore until these are all gone." "And then?" "And then... you'll have a decision to make. Either put what happened behind you or we part forever." From the lovemaking session we'd had the previous night, I had already made up my mind to never leave her again. This wasn't just for me, she wanted to be punished. Maybe it was the catharsis we both needed. Regardless of the truth, this was going to be a lot of fun. "Alright, whore, get that beautiful ass of yours into the bedroom." Once in bed, she dove down on my cock with her mouth. "Whoa, I can't let you have all the fun," I laughed and pulled her around in a 69. We were in no hurry, slowly licking and sucking each other. I don't remember how many times she came but she drained me once in her mouth and once more in her pussy. It took three weeks before all of the pictures were gone. After we burned the last one, she asked. "Darling, are we OK? Do you think we can be a couple again?" "Yes, definitely. I'd already made up my mind the night you raped me," I laughed. "Well, if you haven't had enough time, there is a duplicate set of our pictures in a binder in the den, this time with your face showing. If you get horny, find something you like, then grab your cock and come looking for me... and if you can't decide, I'll help you select one," she chuckled. I held her tightly, feeling her warmth, inhaling the scent of the woman I loved so dearly. How could she think I would ever leave again. "Arly, you're everything to me... I know it may sound trite but I can't live without you. God knows, I've tried." Tears came to her eyes, "Darling, every morning I woke up without you by my side, I died a little... But we haven't erased the slate yet. There's one other thing I must tell you... "Do you remember the look of lust on my face in those pictures?" "Please, Arly, we promised to bury the past..." "No, let me get this out... When I was under the influence of those drugs, I was in a kind of a dream state. It was so strange, all of those men had your face, your body, your cock... I was on fire, wanting to consume you, wanting to give you everything I had. I fucked as hard as I could... It was so euphoric... and... and then it wasn't..." "Why didn't you tell me this before?" I stared at her, open mouthed. "I couldn't... It sounds so preposterous, even to me. To you it would have sounded like some lame excuse. But I swear, I WAS insane, totally disconnected from reality... and you must have noticed. When we are out, I only drink my own bottled water, not even coffee or tea or wine unless it's only the two of us alone together. I'm so terrified something like that might happen again. I wouldn't be able to survive it, Rob, I'd kill myself." "Good God, Arly, you've suffered so much." "No more than you," she sniffled. "Every day I've thought of how much pain you must have felt..." I laid there on my back, staring at the ceiling, feeling lower than a dung beetle. I'd run, I'd hid. I'd abandoned her when she desperately needed my support. I'd only thought of myself, wallowing in my own self pity... How stupid... All that time wasted... "Finished?" I asked, pulling her gently into my arms. "Yes, I've totally unburdened myself. Maybe we can put it all behind us now." "We will, I promise... I love you, Arly." "Rob, you have no idea what those words mean to me. It's as if my last three years have been telescoped into a single instant, this moment laying here beside you." I pulled one of her softening nipples into my mouth, tasting her delicious body. She hooked one arm over my shoulder, trying to push more of her breast into me. I pulled away. "Arly, do you think it's time we made Robbie a little playmate?" "You're a little late, darling, there's been one in the oven for two weeks now. I haven't been on the pill... well, since... before that horrible time..." She looked lovingly into my eyes. "I wasn't trying to trap you, darling. Regardless of your decision, I wanted you to give me another child... Even had you decided to leave, I could easily manage by myself, I'm financially secure." "God, Arly, I love you so very much. How could you think I would abandon you again?" She held onto me very tightly. "I hope that's a proposal, because we do have another small problem... we're going to have another baby and we aren't married." "What kind of wedding would you like?" "A quick one," she chuckled, "Mary and Frank can stand up for us." "OK, we can fix that next weekend." "Not soon enough... How about tomorrow?" "Well, I don't know, I may need more time to think it over," I teased. She playfully punched me in the ribs. "Are you going to take me on a real honeymoon this time?" she pouted. "Sure, maybe an island, Aruba, Barbados?" "No," she giggled, "I was thinking of a remote cabin in the mountains, someplace we can go swimming nude and lay around and fuck all day long. We have three years of catching up to do, you know." "I can do that. How long?" "About this long," she laughed, grabbing my hard cock. She parted her beautiful legs and my missile again found its target. Arlene was right. Those images of her rape were expunged from my brain. I couldn't remember much about them. If I did get a flash, I followed her advice and looked through the binder. With her pregnancy, Arlene's hormones kicked in and she was only too happy to jump in the sack and fuck like a minx. When our baby girl was born, Arlene insisted we name her Martha, after my mother. A FEW YEARS LATER... "ACHOOO! Damn, I wonder who I've kissed lately that gave me this cold?" "Probably young Angela's ass from next door, I think she's got a thing for you." "ACHOO! ... I'd like to, she's got a great bum. Besides, I noticed her husband's hands were sneaking down your butt when you two were dancing at the party." "Rest assured, this ass belongs only to you, and don't you forget it," she stood naked, smiling into her vanity mirror. I walked up behind her, surrounding her body with my arms, squeezing those lovely orbs, rolling her nipples in my fingers, my mouth pressing into her neck. "These things are even bigger and firmer than before you had the kids." She leaned her head back into my shoulder and whimpered. "We're supposed to be out shopping for new shoes for the children." "ACHOOO! They can go barefoot for a few days," my cock was hardening in the crack of her ass. "Right now, I have my own bare foot that needs to be shod." I carried her to the bed and buried my face in her steamy wet mound. "AAAHHH...CHOOOPPP! ... Jeez, I sure hope I don't give you a cold in your pussy." "I think you're pretty safe. I've never heard a pussy sneeze," she moaned. "Might be kinda erotic," I mused, "having you sit in the shoe store sneezing from down there. The spray would certainly make those shoe salesmen sit up and take notice." "Spray?" she panted. "Well, of course... you'd have to go without panties. It's not good to stifle a sneeze, you know." She laughed and held out her arms. "Get up here, you horn dog and fuck mama hard and fast, before our children come in and catch us." EPILOGUE As the years passed, our life together was idyllic. I doubt if anyone could ever find a more happy, loving family. Robbie was very proud of his heritage and by the time he was near the end of high school, he was very fluent in Spanish. We even took a family holiday to Spain one summer. The girls were dissed since we men could speak in a foreign language they couldn't understand. I've often remembered my confession to Arlene that day. I'd told her the exact truth about everything; my grandmother's heritage, the night I made love to her before she left to go on that seminar. Everything was true except for one small detail... You see, I had to fake that DNA test result... ...Robbie wasn't mine... THE END