That night he had dinner at Carol’s and then they rolled around on her bed until it was time for him to leave. Carol was an insatiable little slut and she kept getting him up to go one more time. She loved it all. She especially loved oral and she told him that she even liked anal but that would have to wait until another night because she was all out of Astroglide.
Over dinner he had told her about his schedule and she asked if he planned on spending those days with her and he told her that they were hers if she wanted them.
“I want them as long as you know that it isn’t going to lead to anything serious. I can do a long term Georgie, but I can’t do a live in. I just can not live with anyone else. A couple of weeks, maybe a month, but any longer than that and the other person will get on my nerves.”
“It works out well then because I have to stay at home at least until my daughters start college.”
Toby was a little less than overjoyed when she told him that she would be able to see him every Tuesday and Friday and every other Saturday and she picked up on it right away.
“You don’t seem to be pleased at the news.”
“Yeah, well, it’s like this. Tuesdays I bowl in the men’s house league at Bowl-O-Rama and every other Friday is poker night with my buddies. The every other Saturday is okay and every other Friday will work for me too.”
“Maybe it will work for you, but it certainly won’t work for me.”
“Does that mean that we aren’t going to do anything tonight?”
“Don’t be silly. We are here so we won’t waste it. I’ll arm wrestle my husband to be the first one to start the Saturday rotation and that will give us tomorrow also. After that? I guess I’ll have to start looking for a new playmate to have my fun with.”
As she dropped her bra on the floor and stepped out of her panties she was thinking of the blow that Toby had just given her ego. She was number three - third on the list of priorities, right behind bowling and a card game.
George didn’t quibble when she told him she would like to take the first Saturday in the rotation and she spent from two in the afternoon until one in the morning with Toby. She was able to get back at him a little for letting her know how unimportant she was in the grand scheme of his life. He wanted to try anal sex with her and she refused him out of spite.
Tuesday found her stopping with the people from work again. As on the last night she stopped she had nursed one glass of white wine and then switched to soda water. She had danced with several of the guys she worked with and about a half an hour into the evening she was dancing with Melvin Page who worked in Shipping and Receiving. At one point he pulled her in close and she felt his erection poking her in the leg.
“Shame on you Mel; you are supposed to be a happily married man.”
“I’m not.”
“Not what?”
“Not happily married. Trudy ran off with a guy she works with. I haven’t seen her or heard from her in four months.”
“You think she’ll come back?”
“Doesn’t matter if she does or not. I filed for divorce last week and if she does come back all she’ll get from me is the papers when I have her served.”
“So you haven’t had any bedroom fun for four months?”
“Unfortunately, no.”
“Poor baby. I wish I could help you out, but I’m afraid of affairs in the work place. The last thing I need is to be branded a slut by my co-workers.”
“Why would they know?”
“They would see it.”
“No they wouldn’t. We behave as we always have toward each other here and at work. We would get together at my place or your place after work.”
“Not my place. My husband wouldn’t care for that at all.”
“No sense of humor?”
“None at all.”
“How about this then. I’ll leave and drive down the street to the Safeway parking lot. You wait ten minutes and then you leave and you can follow me to my house.”
“You sure that no one will ever know?”
“Not from me.”
Half an hour later she was on her back with her legs up on Mel’s shoulders and urging him to push his cock in deeper. He gave her several orgasms before he came and then she sucked his cock to get him hard again and then thinking of her last time with Toby she got on her knees and said:
“I want you in my ass this time.”
As Mel eased himself into her butt she thought of the many times George had asked for it and how she had always turned him down. The Glen took her ass and she found that she liked it and she had so looked forward to saying yes to George the next time he asked, but now that time would never happen. She moaned as Mel slid his length into her and then she pushed back at him.
“Fuck my ass lover, fuck my ass.”
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It was summer time and the girls were out of school. Shawna’s parents wanted to take them for a week and so arrangements were made and on his Monday out Shawna drove the girls over to her parent’s house and dropped them off. He had been spending his Mondays and Thursdays and every other Saturday with Carol for a little over two months and that night as they were resting following a rather strenuous session he asked:
“How would you like to spend a long weekend with me?”
“How can you do that?”
“Shawna’s parents took the kids for a week so we could have from Friday evening until Sunday night. If you would like I could also take a vacation day and that would give us until at least ten on Monday night.”
“I’ve got some time off coming so I could take Monday off also; let’s do it!”
“Consider it done.”
Friday night they had dinner and then went dancing following which they spent their first full night together. At first it felt strange to wake up with a mouth on his cock - something that hadn’t happened in almost nine months. After a morning romp they drove out to Lake Monroe and spent a day at the beach. When they got home they climbed into bed and had some extremely satisfying sex. She had just taken off her bikini and she had looked so sexy that he had pushed her back on the bed and went down on her. He ate her to an orgasm and then he had pulled her legs up onto his shoulders and had fucked her through two more climaxes and then they had dressed and gone to dinner.
They were sitting at a table at Augustino’s, sipping the house red and waiting for their entrée when suddenly he said:
“Oh fuck me!”
“What’s wrong?” Carol asked.
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It had been a damned near perfect day. With the girls gone for the week she had planned out a full weekend with Mel. She and Mel had gone to the zoo and then had eaten a picnic lunch following which they went to the museum of Natural History.
As soon as they got back to Mel’s house they had a hot, sweaty and very satisfying love making session. They had showered together which led to another hot fuck session and then another shower. Having worked up an appetite they decided to go out for dinner.
The hostess was walking them to a table when suddenly she exclaimed, “Oh shit!”
“What’s wrong?” Mel asked.
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My wife and some guy just came in and hostess is leading them this way.”
Carol looked over her shoulder and then looked back at him and asked, “Did she know you were going to be here tonight?”
“I didn’t even know we were going to be here until we left your apartment.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Pray that they don’t get seated at the empty table next to us and then ignore them until we finish our meal and can leave.”
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“My husband is sitting at a table with some woman and the hostess is leading us straight to them.”
“Maybe we should just leave and find another restaurant.”
“No. He has seen us and it would look like I was tucking my tail between my legs and running. If the hostess seats us too close to them we will just tell her we don’t like the table and ask to be seated some place else and then we will do our best to ignore them until after we eat and can leave.
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Shawna did not look his way as she and the man she was with walked by. Once by him his back was to her so he was at least spared having her sitting at a table where he would have to look at her. But even though he couldn’t see her just knowing that she was there made him uncomfortable.
He and Carol ate their meal and when they were done with main course they passed on dessert and after dinner drinks and got up and left.
“Well,” Carol said as they walked toward the parking lot, “That certainly put a damper on the evening.”
“Nonsense baby, just a bump in the road. A few drinks and some dancing will lighten the mood and a week from now we will have something to look back at and have a laugh. Where would you like to go?”
“How about the Blue Room? I hear they have a great band there.”
“The Blue Room it is” he said as he opened the car door for her.”
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She was sitting with her back to George and even though she couldn’t see him just knowing that he was there made her uneasy. Knowing how George felt about her she wouldn’t put it past him to walk up to her table and make some nasty comment. She wished she had gone along with Mel when he suggested that they turn around and leave.
They were half way through their meal when Mel said, “You can relax now. They just got up and left.”
She felt like a heavy weight had been lifted from her shoulders. “Sorry” she said, “I wanted this to be a fun weekend for us.”
“It isn’t over yet. We still have the rest of tonight and all day tomorrow. There is still plenty we can do to have a good time.
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They were dancing a nice, slow waltz and Carol felt good in his arms. His cock was rubbing against her leg and she was giggling and saying, “Promises, promises” when he felt a tap on his shoulder and a voice said:
“May I cut in?”
He turned and saw the man who had been with Shawna at the restaurant.
“The lady in the booth against the far wall would like a word with you” and he pointed to a booth where Shawna was sitting.
He was all set to tell the man to go back and tell Shawna that he wasn’t interested in talking to her when Carol said, “Go ahead sweetie; I’ll be all right.”
He hesitated just a moment and then stepped away from Carol and walked over to where Shawna was sitting. He slid into the booth across from her and asked:
“What is it Shawna?”
“Do you believe in fate George?”
“Other than knowing that I have to die and pay taxes I can’t say that I do. Why?”
“I believe that some things happen for a reason. Not all things, but some things.”
“What is this all about Shawna?”
“George, in all the years that we have been married we never been inside of Augustino’s. In sixteen years we never once came here to the Blue Room. And yet tonight we both ended up at both places. To me that is fate telling me that I’m supposed to be where you are. I’ve told you that I love you George; I’ve told you until I’m blue in the face, but what has happened tonight has convinced me that fate expects me to do whatever I have to do to get you back in my life.
“What is it going to take George? I mean besides the obvious. The not being a nun thing is history. It doesn’t matter if I have needs or not. Tonight has shown me that I’m supposed to be yours and no one else’s. To me that means take care of you, our home and our kids and to sew my pussy shut if I have to. When I leave here George I’m going straight home. I’ll do nothing from now on except work hard to get you back. I’m serious George - I’ll do whatever it takes.
“Right now all I’m asking is that you at least consider that our paths crossing tonight might mean something.”
She looked away for a second and then back at him. “I don’t mean to ruin your evening George; you had better get back to your date.”
“What about yours?”
“He will drive me to my car and then he is history.”
“Does he know that?”
“Not yet, but he is a really nice guy and he will be okay with it.”
He sat there and looked at her for several seconds and then he got up and headed back to his table. The band had finished their set and were taking a break so Shawna’s date and Carol were sitting at the table when he joined them. Shawna’s date stood up and excused himself and headed back to Shawna and Carol asked:
“What was that all about?”
“She wanted to know if I believed in fate” and then he told her what Shawna had said to him.
“Do you?”
“Do I what?”
“Believe in fate?”
“Like I told her, my fate is to pay taxes and die, other than that I don’t know.”
“So what are you going to do?”
“About what?”
“About her going home and dedicating herself to getting you back.”
“I don’t think there is much chance of that. Too many bridges burned.”
“Well, if there is any chance at all it will have to wait until next week. You promised me this week end and I’m holding you to it.”
Their love making for the rest of the weekend and right up until six o’clock Monday evening was intense and exhausting. It was almost as if Carol thought it would be the last time that they would be together and she wanted all she could get before he left. She pretty much confirmed that that is what she was thinking when he got ready to leave.
“Am I going to see you again? Outside of work I mean?”
“Of course you will. What kind of question is that?”
“Honey, you are not a hard person to read. I was naturally curious so I was watching while you were talking to your wife. About halfway through the conversation I saw what I believe was a look of hope cross your face.”
“Hope? Why would there have been a look of hope?”
“You love her you big jerk. You once told me that you had gotten right to the edge of trying to work it out and put things back together between the two of you, but before you could she gave up waiting and trying to get you back. That’s when you hooked up with me.”
“What does that have to do with hope?”
“It means that you can no longer throw stones. You are married to her but you have been spending your time in my bed. If she does what she says and stays home from now on there is a chance you can sit down and talk and maybe work things out. There won’t be any of that, “but you screwed other guys” because her response would be, “And I’m supposed to believe you only play cards with that little blond?” No honey, all you have to do is get by that first time and you were at that point once already.”
“You sound like you are trying to push me out the door.”
“Oh come on sweetie; you and I both know that we were never going to be permanent. We might have been good for another six months or so, but we are destined to end sooner or later. I’m in no hurry to end it - I like having you around - but I am a realist.”
He knew Carol was right about their affair not having the legs for the long haul and he said, “So you are telling me that I need to walk away?”
“No I’m not, but I am saying that I like you enough to hope that you can get back to your happy home life. If not, I’ll still be here and I would be happy to have several more months to look forward to.”
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Shawna was just getting home from work when he got home. He pulled in and parked behind her and when she got out of her car she gave me a smile and then headed into the house. On his drive home he thought about what Carol had said. He did love Shawna - he had never denied that - but the problem hadn’t changed. It was still that first time and the fact that she had stayed until noon the next day. Getting by Shawna’s being taken advantage of while under the influence would have been hard, but he could have done it, but how in God’s name was he supposed to get past what had followed. True, he had almost reached the point were he was willing to sit down and talk about it and was on the ragged edge of maybe - just maybe- trying to work something out, but then Shawna had gone out and gotten herself laid and that had killed any thoughts he may have had of trying to work anything out.
The question was could he get himself back to the point where he was willing to sit down with Shawna and try. Was Carol right? Did his affair with her balance out what Shawna had done? He had suddenly realized that no, it didn’t. The time spent with Carol balanced out what Shawna had done since her “cloistered nun” statement and maybe even the first coupling on the night of the drunken indiscretion, but it did not balance out the night and the next morning following the first time. He did not believe that he could ever balance that part out. So the next question was could he forgive and move on. He would never forget and it would always be the elephant in the room that everyone tried to ignore, but could he at least forgive?
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For the next month things were normal around the house. That is to say that things were like they had been for the six months between Shawna’s confession and her going out and getting laid. The only difference was that Shawna didn’t try to get him to do anything - she just did everything that she had done for those six months and waited. Waited and hoped.
He still spent his two nights a week and every other Saturday with Carol and he could see the hurt in Shawna’s eyes when he came home from being with his lover. That hurt gave him some small satisfaction. At least Shawna was feeling some of the pain that he felt. He knew that it was petty of him to be that way, but he still felt that he was owed.
He came to realize that the farther they got away from “that night” the less it hurt and while he knew it would never go away he had at least gotten to the point that he could think about it and not get all twisted up inside. He also knew that the key to ever having a relationship with Shawna was to find out why that night had turned out the way it had. Why had Shawna stayed?
It was a Thursday night and he had just come home from
a strenuous evening in Carol’s bed. Normally everyone would be in bed by the
time he got home, but he found Shawna still awake and sitting in the kitchen.
She was nursing a glass of white wine and it was obvious that she had been
crying. He had the urge to take her in his arms and comfort her, but he
didn’t. Instead he got a beer from the fridge and sat down across from her.
The two of them sat in silence for a couple of minutes and then Shawna said:
“I don’t know if I’m strong enough for this George. I don’t know if I can
continue on with this helpless feeling that I have. I love you George and I
desperately want you, but I don’t know what to do. I don’t see any sign at all
that you are ever going to care. Maybe the best thing to do is end this farce
and set us both free. The girls are old enough to cope with it and with shared
custody we would both still be in their lives.”
“No. No divorce. Not until the girls have moved out and are on their own.”
“I don’t think I can hold on that long George. I’ll keep my promise. I’ll keep my legs closed, but I don’t know how long I can go on living in the same house with you knowing that I can never have you. I just don’t know what to do.”
“You do know what to do Shawna. You know what caused our problem and you need to deal with it.”
“What do you mean George?”
“Just what I said. You know what the problem is and you have to deal with it. The real problem isn’t that you let yourself be taken advantage of; the real problem is what came after. I’ll admit to being part of the problem - I did tell you to go ahead and party and that I would be there to be the designated driver - but I take no responsibility for what continued on until noon of the next day. You were out of it the first time, but no way were you still out of all night and all the next morning. That’s the big ugly toad sitting on the table and staring at us. Not the one time Shawna, but all the other times after the first one.”
He got up, said “Good night” and went on up to bed.
He was lying there staring up at the ceiling when the door opened and Shawna
came in. She didn’t turn on the light, just shut the door behind her and
walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. He heard her take a deep breath
and then she said:
“I can’t make it go away George. I wish I could, but I can’t. All I can do is
tell you why it happened - why I let it happen. After Glen fucked me that
first time I was laying there on the bed crying and he said, “Shut up and stop
your whining. You liked it and you know it. Now suck my dick and get me hard
again.” When I didn’t to do it he grabbed my head and forced himself into my
mouth. He held my head and fucked my face until he was hard and then he took
me again.
“He didn’t care about how much I protested, he just took what he wanted. I was there for his pleasure; he wasn’t there for mine. All I was to him was a piece of meat - a hot hole he could shove his cock into. Halfway into it my body started to respond and I had an orgasm. The second time took him a while and by the time he was ready to cum I was right on the edge of an orgasm when he came and started to pull out and I cried for him not to stop, to keep going and get me off. He laughed and pulled out and told me that if I needed to get off I’d better hurry up and get him hard again and he shoved his cock in my mouth and face fucked me again.
“I found out something about myself that night George, something that I never knew about myself. Under the right set of circumstances I have a touch of the submissive in me and Glen found that button and was pushing it. He didn’t give a crap about me, only about taking what he wanted. For some reason that I don’t understand that excited me George. He took - all he did was take - and it turned me on. He saw it and he used it and the more he forced me to do what he wanted the more turned on I got. I had more orgasms that night than at any other time in my life.
“I wasn’t thinking of right or wrong George; I didn’t think of you or the girls, just about the next orgasm. When Glen couldn’t get it up any more I was exhausted and I fell asleep. I woke up the next morning thinking that it was you sucking on my breasts and when I opened my eyes I saw that it was Glen. You know how sensitive my breasts are George and his working on them had me on the ragged edge of another orgasm and he mounted me and then it was more of the previous evening. He kept giving me orgasms and I kept trying for more of them. He told me to suck his cock and I did. He fucked me and then told me to clean off his cock and I did. He told me to get on my knees and pull my ass cheeks apart for him and I did. I did whatever he told me to do George because for some reason that only God knows it was exciting the hell out of me and turning me on.
“He kept on taking and taking George and I kept on cumming and cumming. He used me George and he made me like it. I don’t understand it George; to this day I do not understand it. If you had treated me that way I would tied you to the bed, beat you with a cast iron frying pan and then have packed a bag and been gone in a heart beat.
“Anyway, I left that motel room knowing that it would never happen again. It was over and done with and you would never know. And you never would have if I hadn’t had such a crushing sense of guilt and confessed all. I’m sorry George. I didn’t plan on it, I didn’t mean to do it and I wasn’t strong enough - physically, mentally or emotionally - to stop it once it was happening. I love you George, much more than you realize, and it is tearing me apart that one drunken night and what I let happen has ruined it for the two of us.”
She got up and left the room leaving him even more unsettled than he had been. He pushed her around, bossed her took her and she liked it? How could she be submissive and he not know it or at least suspect it? As long as they had been together and he hadn’t a clue. But then would he have even noticed if there had been a clue? He wasn’t the kind of man who would be into something like that. To him making love was a cooperative activity with both sides giving pleasure to each other and not caring about the other person was an idea that was totally alien to him.
And Shawna said that she had liked it! She had liked it well enough to stay.
Well, he had told Shawna that she needed to deal with the ugly told and she had and it was what he had been telling himself that he had to know, but was he better off knowing? Did it make any difference?
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He was up and out of the house before Shawna and the girls woke up. He had the Grand Slam at Denny’s for breakfast and then headed into his office. He had a full in-basket and it took him until lunch time to clear it. He was so busy that he didn’t have time to think about Shawna and what she had told him, but once his desk was cleared the thoughts came crowding in.
Almost as if there was mental telepathy involved the phone rang and it was Shawna.
“You are on your own as far as dinner is concerned. Your mom wants to keep the girls for a couple of days and so I’ll be running them over to her place when I get off work and I’ll be late getting home.”
Late getting home? His parents only lived twenty-five minutes away. No reason for her not to be home by seven. Where was she going after leaving his parent’s that would keep her out late? That thought triggered other thoughts which spent the afternoon inside his head.
When he got home he grabbed a beer out of the fridge and nursed it while thinking about his situation. He thought about what Shawna had done the night of the cocktail party and what she had done since. He thought about her initial confession and he thought about her explanation of why she had done what she had done. He thought about Marie’s advice to take a lover and balance the scales and he thought about how that had turned out. He thought about Carol and what she said she had seen on his face when he had talked with Shawna at the Blue Room and how Shawna was so sure that fate meant for them to be together. He kept coming back to the idea of his time with Carol cancelling out what Shawna had done, but had it? If it hadn’t, what would?
He was sitting in the living room working on his sixth, seventh or eighth beer - he didn’t know which - when he heard the garage door opener start to run. He glanced at his watch and saw that it was ten after ten. Shawna came into the room and he looked up at her. She looked at him and said:
“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”
She was wearing a short skirt, high heels and a blouse that showed some cleavage. Just the kind of outfit that a woman would wear if she was out trying to find a guy and get laid. It was obvious to him what she had done after she had dropped off the kids at his parents AND she had promised to keep her legs closed!
“You bitch!” he snarled at her and he grabbed her by the arm and drug her behind the couch and bent her over the back of it. With her bent over and his hand pushing down in the middle of her back her feet couldn’t touch the floor and she couldn’t get any leverage to break loose. All she could do was cry out.
“What are you doing George? Stop it. Stop it right now!”
She struggled and cried and he ignored her. “Like to be taken, do you” he snarled. “Like to be forced? Like to be made to do things?” As he talked he used his free hand to push her panties aside and unzip himself. “He just took you and made you like it right? Isn’t that what you told me? He used you and made you like it? Well that’s just what I doing you fucking whore - using you!” and he used his knees to spread her legs. He probed with his cock until he found the crease and then he pushed.
“No George, no! I don’t want this George, stop it!”
“Of course you want it you bitch! You like being taken; you like being used, you said so yourself. Or is it you only like being taken and used by other men. Is that it Shawna?” he said as he rammed his cock into her. “You don’t mind being used as long as it isn’t by me, is that what you are saying? Well fuck you you whore. I’m going to be just like your fucking lover and just take.”
She was howling in protest as he held her hips with both hands and pounded in to her. She was moaning “No, no, not like this. Stop it George, stop it.”
“Fuck you” he snapped and kept plunging his cock into her. Her cries and pleas stopped, but she still moaned and he didn’t know if she was moaning because she was starting to get something out of it or because of the discomfort and frankly he didn’t care. He was looking down at her as he banged away at her cunt and he remembered something that she had told him when she had initially confessed. It triggered even more anger in him. He shoved his left thumb into her asshole and she cried out:
“No damn you, no!”
He ignored her and worked his thumb around while she protested and told him to stop. He pulled his thumb out and replaced it with two fingers and as he worked them she was moaning:
“No George, no. God damn it George no! Not like this George, not like this.”
He laughed and said, “Not bloody likely you fucking slut. Sixteen years married and not once did you ever let me have your ass. “Oh no George, that’s just plain dirty.” Remember telling me that? How about “That’s disgusting George; I can’t believe you even asked.” What about “Forget it George, it will never happen.” Remember that bitch? Remember telling me that it would never happen?”
He pulled his cock out of her cunt and placed the head of his cock at her asshole and pressed forward a little. “It will never happen is what you told me right? But it did happen didn’t it? Remember what you told me about what you and your lover did on the night of the cocktail party? You said, “He told me that he wanted my ass and so I got on my knees and gave it to him.” No argument with him, but for me it was “Forget it George.” Well I’m not forgetting anymore” and he pushed his cock hard at her asshole. It resisted and then the head of his cock popped past the sphincter and he started pushing his cock into her. She yelled, hollered and screamed, but he ignored her and just kept fucking her.
He had been fucking her ass for almost five minutes and he was ready to get his nuts off and he debated on whether or not to cum in her ass or be really nasty and go straight from her ass to her cunt. He decided to go in her ass. He didn’t feel bad over this grudge fuck - God knows she had it coming - but he knew he would feel bad if he went from one hole to the other and she got sick because of it.
“Here it comes you fucking slut” and he pumped his balls empty as squirt after squirt of his cum went roaring deep into Shawna’s ass. He pulled his cock out of her butt hole and stepped back and Shawna surprised him. She cried out:
“No George, no. You can’t stop now. I’m close. Get me off George, get me off.”
He had no idea that she was getting anything out of it. With all of the yelling, moaning, groaning and cries to stop he never would have guessed. He laughed at her and said:
“If you need to get off go on back out and let the asshole you were with earlier tonight finish you off” and he walked away from her.
When he came out of the shower and went to his room he found her sitting on his bed. She looked up at him when he walked into the room and said:
“Why George? Why did you treat me that way?”
“Isn’t that what you told me you liked? To be taken and used? Oh wait, I seem to have forgotten part of it. To be taken and used and to be made to like it. Didn’t I make you like it Shawna? Or is it only other men who can do that?”
“I don’t like it George, not one bit. Yes, given the circumstances I did like it that one evening, but only that night and even then I don’t know why, but only that night and that time and place. I never let Mel treat me like that and I certainly expected better from you. What you just did was mean George, dirty and mean.”
“Yeah? Well maybe dirty and mean are what I needed to get rid of some of the anger and rage I’ve carried around since you have become everybody’s slut.”
“I’m not everybody’s slut George. There have only been three. Glen, a guy I met at the bar and had a short fling with and Mel. Why tonight George? Why haven’t you taken your anger out on me before?”
“It happened tonight because you pushed me over the edge. You promised me you were going to keep your legs closed from now on, but you couldn’t do it could you. I believed you and I had almost talked myself into sitting down and trying to work something out with you, but you couldn’t keep from spreading your legs could you? Who was it tonight? Glen or Mel, not that I really give a shit anymore.”
“You think I’ve been out with a man tonight?”
“You going to deny it? You should have been home by seven. Even if you had driven fifteen mile below the speed limit you should still have been home by seven. You come in her three hours later dressed in an outfit designed to grab male attention and you think I’m not bright enough to figure it out?”
She stared at him for several seconds and then said, “I guess you aren’t too bright at that George. In the first place I always like to look my best when I go out. I’ve got great legs and I look good in a short skirt and heels and if it grabs male attention it is great for my ego. Secondly, I wasn’t out with a man tonight. When I talked to your sister today and told her that your parents were taking the kids for a couple of days she asked me to have dinner with her. And yes George, we did attract a lot of male attention and I ate it up.”
“Marie was your alibi the night you came home and told me I was sticking my cock in another man’s cum. Maybe I need to take a closer look at Marie.”
“Well in that case George, you had better take a close look at your mother too. She decided to join us for a girl’s night out while your dad watched the girls. I didn’t mention having dinner with Marie because frankly George, you haven’t seemed to care one whit about where I go or what I do.”
He stared at her fro a couple of seconds, shrugged and said, “Well, there you have it.”
“Have what George?”
“The reason we can never put or marriage back together. When something like tonight happens I don’t trust you enough to not think the worst.”
“Bullshit George! If you were talking to me you would have known where I was going to be and who I was going to be with. I made you a promise and I will keep it. If necessary I will give you a printed schedule of where I will be, what I will be doing and with whom, complete with phone numbers so you can check up on me whenever you feel the need. Put me back in your life George. Get us back to where we communicate with each other. I know I screwed up George and I regret it. I have regretted it every day since it happened.
“I won’t lie to you George; something strange happened to me that night and I did like it, but I still hate it that it happened. All I can say in my defense George is that I didn’t set out to do it, I didn’t want it to happen, but it did and I am going to live with the shame of it for the rest of my life. You are the only man I want in my life George; you were the only man in my life for over sixteen years and I wish to God it was still that way. I need you George; can’t you see that? I need you back in my life so bad that I’m even willing to share George. Keep seeing your girlfriend if you have to, but let me come back to you George; let me back in your bed.”
I sat there listening to her and feeling ashamed of myself for having used her like I had. I should have known that there was a legitimate reason for her being out. She had promised me that there would be no more men in her life and as far as I knew Shana had never lied to me. She had confessed what had happened at the cocktail party and she didn’t have to. She could have kept silent and I would have never known and none of the last year would have happened. And when she had confessed she hadn’t held back even when it would have been better if she would have. She didn’t hide it from me when she took up with another man and in fact she had told me that she was going to do it if I didn’t take care of her myself.
She sat there looking at me and waiting for me to say something, but what was I going to say? I damned sure wasn’t going to be “I’m sorry” even though I was. I wasn’t the kind of man who did what I had just done and it bothered me that I had done it, but to say I was sorry? Not after the hell that her actions had put me through. Finally I said:
“I’m tired Shawna. I have to get up early tomorrow and I need to get to bed.”
She gave me a long look and then got up and left the room. I had a hard time sleeping that night.
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She couldn’t believe that she had said it. She had actually told George that she wouldn’t care if he kept his blond bimbo big titted girlfriend as long as he started sleeping with her too. Was she that desperate to have him back? She knew the answer to that one -- yes! But what if he decided to do it. Could she really handle it?
To be continued.