I stopped in my tracks and stared at her.

“I couldn’t wait until Sunday” she said.

“I didn’t see your car out front.”

“Your mom let me put it in the garage.  We were afraid that you would keep on going if you saw it.”

“That would have been a good bet.  What do you want Gail?”

“In a nutshell - you.”

“That doesn’t make sense Gail Sue.  You had me and you threw me away.  You were very clear about your opinion of me and your need to get away from me and move on.”

“I didn’t mean it Rob.  I made a big mistake.  I expected you to miss me and decide that you didn’t want to lose me and you would ask me to please come home.  Then I was going to say okay, but only if you would loosen up sexually.  The last thing that I expected was that you would file for a divorce.  I thought you loved me.  I thought that you would do whatever you had to do to keep me.  I almost died when I was served with the divorce papers.”

“Why would I even think about wanting to keep you after the way you trashed me?  You had no use for me as I recall.  You flat out told me that I was no good in bed and wasn’t getting the job done and that your need for sex was greater than mine so goodbye Rob.  Why, after hearing you say that, would I even think about chasing after you and trying to get you to come back?”

“I’m sorry Rob.  I didn’t mean to make it sound so harsh.  You were great Rob, but only as long as we did nothing but make love in the missionary position.  I needed more than that.  My leaving you was supposed to make you come after me and agree to at least try the other things I wanted to do.  I knew if I could get you to try them at least once you would like to continue them.  The last thing that I ever expected was to have divorce papers served on me.  I love you Rob and the last thing I want is a divorce.  I’ve been trying to get you to talk to me ever since so I could get you to drop the divorce.”

“Is that what you planned on talking about on Sunday?”

“Yes it was, but after last night I decided that I couldn’t wait until Sunday.”

“What happened last night?”

“I was driving by the house and I saw the same car that was there last Wednesday when I saw the woman come to the house and let herself in.  I decided that I needed to do something quick before you got too attached to another woman so I asked your mother to help me.  Honest to God Rob, I do love you.  I want you back.  I want you back even if I do have to settle for just missionary position sex for the rest of my life.  Having you that way is one hundred percent better than not having you at all.”

I sat there and looked at her across the table.  I loved her.  I missed her something fierce, but in the back of my mind there was the fact that she had caused me great pain with her denouncement of me and her walking out on me.  And, as I had told my mom when she told me what I had to do to get Gail back, what would be the next thing she would threaten to leave me over?  The pain had faded in the most part because of Veronica and Marge and their making me feel like I was pretty good in bed.  The question was did I want to risk the pain again and the answer to that was a loud no!  But how to get that across to Gail Sue in a way she could see it.  I decided to be a hypocrite and go after her.

“I’m sorry Gail.  I don’t think that we can get back together after what has happened.  If I took you back I would spend all my time wondering about you and the men you have been with.”

“What men Rob?

“The men you have been with since you walked out on me.”

“There haven’t been any men Rob.”

“Oh come on Gail Sue.  We made love four, five and sometimes six times a week and then you made this big speech about how important sex was to you.  Add to that what you told me about your sexual experiences before we got married and I’m supposed to believe that you weren’t out getting laid as soon as you were out of the house?  Get Serious!”

“I am serious Rob.  No man except you has touched me since I put your ring on my finger.  Knowing that and the fact that I fully expected you to come after me can you honestly believe that I would betray you?”

“I never would have believed that you could walk out on me like you did, but it happened.”

“I screwed up Rob.  I didn’t think it through.  It never even occurred to me that you wouldn’t come after me.  I miss you Rob.  I need you.  I need to come back home and be with you.”

“And what happens the next time you don’t get what you want?  What will you do to me then?”

“I’ve learned Rob.  I promise I’ll never do anything as stupid as what I’ve done ever again.  I screwed up Rob; I admit it and I’m begging you to drop the divorce and let me come home.”

“I don’t know Gail Sue.  I don’t know that I want to risk having to go through the pain again.  I’ll have to think about it.”

I stood up and told her that I would be in touch and I walked out of the kitchen.  Mom was sitting on the living room sofa and I didn’t know how much she had heard, if anything, of what went on in the kitchen.  I bent down and kissed her on the forehead and said:

“I behaved myself.  I’ll talk to you later” and then I went home.

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I didn’t get a whole lot of work done on Friday.  I spent the day thinking of my talk with Gail and thinking about what Veronica and I would be doing that night which brought me back to Gail Sue.  I believed her when she said that she had not been with other men.  During our meeting I noticed that she was still wearing her wedding rings.

 I remembered my statements about what I expected after putting the ring on her finger and then I tried to justify my actions since Gail Sue left me.  We were still married, even though going through a divorce, and Gail was still being true to her promise to me while I wasn’t even close to holding to my expressed creed.  That made me the worst kind of hypocrite.  How could I even consider being upset at what she might have done since leaving me when I had been involved sexually with three different women during the same period?  The fact of the matter was that she had honored my stated position and I had not.  I could rationalize it all I wanted saying that we were being divorced so it didn’t matter, but it did.  We were still legally married and I was still wearing my ring.

At lunch I asked Roni what she would like to do on our date and she said that she didn’t want to go out.

“I’d like to fix us a light supper and stay in.  I’m sure that we can find something to occupy our time.”

We did find something to occupy our time and while it was very enjoyable (to say nothing about it being very exhausting) I had a small problem.  I thought constantly about Gail.  I thought about how I was doing everything that Gail was always after me to try and how much I was enjoying it and I wondered what it would be like to be doing those things with Gail. 

How different would it be?

 Not having any experience before Gail Sue I wasn’t aware of how much different the same thing could be with different people.  Making love with Roni was different from making love with Marge which was different than the same thing with Pam and the three of them were all different than it was with Gail Sue.  Gail Sue moaned and gasped.  Pam made a high pitched ‘keening’ sound and Veronica strung out a series of “Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes” while Marge was very vocal with lots of “Fuck me, fuck me hard” and “Make me cum baby, fuck me hard and get me there” and an occasional “Oh God, I love your cock.”

Pam gripped my shoulders and pulled me down to her whereas Gail dug her nails in my butt and tried to pull me deeper in to her.  Roni wrapped her long legs around me and locked them together while Marge used her knees to clamp my waist.  It was basically the same thing - get hard, put it in, go back and forth - but it was different with each of them and that was just sex in the missionary position.  The three were also different in the way they gave head and did anal and I wondered how Gail would be doing those things.

I spent the night at Roni’s and over breakfast in the morning Roni said:

“I had fun last night, but I’m just a bit curious.  You didn’t seem like you were here a time or two.  Something bothering you?”

I sort of shrugged and she sensed that it was something that I was hesitant to talk about and she said:

“The nice thing about the friends with benefits relationship that we have is that you can talk to me about things without worrying about me getting bent out of shape.  I have no designs on you for anything other than what we shared last night so come on sweetie, tell mommy what’s bothering you.”

What the hell I thought, it won’t hurt to get someone else’s take on things so I told her the entire story of my break up with Gail and about going to my mother’s and finding Gail Sue there and about the talk I’d had with Gail.

“Oh wow!  I’m only your second?”

I nodded my head “yes” and she said, “So where is the problem?  You still care for her and it certainly sounds like she cares for you.  Stop the divorce and get on with your life.”

“The problem is the old adage “Once burnt, twice shy.”  If she would walk out on me over something as simple as sex what would keep her from walking out over something more important?”

“That is your first big problem sweetie.  You keep thinking that sex is unimportant.  Sex is very important to a lot of people.  Maybe not to some with a low sex drive, but for some one with a normal sex drive sex is a physical need just like the need to eat, drink and breathe.  And for some one with a high sex drive, which it sounds like what your wife has, the need is even greater.  To be honest sweetie, I can understand why she did what she did.  I probably would have done the same thing.  The big difference between your wife and me is that I would most definitely have been making up for the long dry spell as soon as I was out of the house.  You will remember that I wasn’t at all hesitant to get you in my bed as soon as I found out about your divorce.

“You obviously like sex; at least you sure seem to like to do what you do with me, so you should be able to take care of your wife’s needs.  As for her leaving you over something else?  Worry about that when it happens.  If it does happen then next time you don’t let her come back.  You go to that other old adage, “Fool me once, shame on you.  Fool me twice, shame on me.”

“There is still the problem of you.”

“Me?  Why am I a problem?  We don’t have a long term thing going for us.  All I am interested in is occasional fun.”

“That’s not what I mean.  I only got involved with you because I thought as soon as she moved out she started having sex with someone.  I thought, “What the hell; she is so I can too.”  It turns out that she didn’t, but I did.”

“So what?  Tell her about it.  Let it be her punishment for doing what she did to you.  She will accept it or she won’t.  If she doesn’t accept it her feelings for you aren’t as strong as she says they are and there is no sense in the two of you getting back together.”

I spent the rest of the weekend trying to keep too busy to think about Gail and the talk we’d had and without any luck.  I would put her out of my mind and ten minutes later she would be back.  I went to work Monday with no clearer idea of what I should do than I’d had on Thursday after our talk.  What complicated things was that I did love Gail and I did miss her.  I missed her so bad that it hurt, but I could not forget the cold way she looked right at me and said:

“I’ll cut right to the chase; I’m leaving you” and the equally cold, “You are no good in bed.”

I knew then that she said those things for their shock value, but she did say them and they had cut deeply into me.

Marge stopped by my desk shortly after I got to work and asked if we were still on for Wednesday and I said yes.  As she walked away from me I wondered if I had just made up my mind.  Would I have said yes so quickly if I were really going to let Gail come back?  Also, I saw Katrina sitting at her desk and I wondered if she was doing anything Friday night and would I have been thinking like that if I was seriously considering putting things back together with Gail Sue?  Fortunately I had so much work on my desk that it took my mind off the Gail problem.

The red light was blinking on the answering machine when I got home.  Two messages - both the same - “Please call me Rob.”  I knew she was looking for an answer and I didn’t have one to give her so I didn’t return her calls.  She knew what time I usually got home and I expected her to call again so I unplugged the phone and turned off the answering machine.

I didn’t sleep well that night.  There were two warring factions in my head and they were pushing hard at each other.  One was saying “Get her back, you know you want to.  You know you love her and miss her.”  The other was saying “Don’t do it.  Don’t let her back in your life so she can hurt you again.”

I finally fell into a fitful sleep.  The alarm jarred me awake and in the half awake/half asleep state I reached over and shut the alarm off and as I did I noticed that Gail’s head was not on the pillow next to mine and for a fraction of a second I wondered where she could be.  And then I came fully awake and remembered that she was no longer with me.  I sat on the edge of the bed shaking my head and wondered why I thought she should have been there.  Was my sub-conscious mind sending me a message?

I dressed and went to work and around nine or so Roni stopped by my desk and asked me if I would like to stop by her house and play on Sunday and I surprised myself when I said:

“I don’t know.  I guess it will depend on my wife.”

“Oh?  You’ve made a decision?”

“I guess I have” I said as I reached for the phone.

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I knocked on the door to Gail’s place right at six and the door immediately opened.  It was almost like she had been standing inside just waiting for my knock.  She led me into the kitchen and she sat down at the table while I stood there and looked down at her.

“I’ve thought about what you said last Thursday.  I know you said that you really didn’t mean the things that you said about me, but that doesn’t change the fact that you did say them and they hurt me deeply.  I can’t say to myself “Oh goody, she didn’t mean what she said so you can just forget all about the pain and suffering” and have it go away.  I had to live with it Gail Sue.  I didn’t know then that you didn’t mean it so I had to live with it.  I had to live with knowing that you walked out the door and before the week was over you were lying on your back, legs spread and welcoming another man into your body.

“I swear to you Rob I didn’t…..”

“I know what you said last Thursday Gail and I believe you, but based on what you told me about your past, about how highly sexed you were and how I wasn’t getting the job done I just knew you had to be getting sex as soon as you could find a place with a bed.  That is the impression that you left me with Gail and though it might not have happened you still planted the seed.  Perception is reality to the perceiver Gail Sue and my perception was that you didn’t get what you wanted from me so you were leaving so you could get it from someone else.  Again, perception is reality and I perceived that you were out there making up for the long dry spell you suffered through by being with me.”

“Honest to God Rob, I…”

“I already said that I believe you Gail, but you didn’t say it until last Thursday.  So in my mind from the day you left me until last Thursday you were out there getting laid as much as you wanted.  So I developed the attitude that what you were out there doing cancelled the contract we made with each other when we exchanged vows.  The second you were served with divorce papers I considered myself free to have a sex life of my own and I have been sexually involved with three different women.  And there is more.  I have done with them the things you wanted me to do with you.  I have had blow jobs and they were great.  I have eaten pussy and have come to like doing it.  I have found anal sex to be enjoyable and as far as positions are concerned I’ve tried doggie, cowgirl and reverse cowgirl and I liked them all.

“Why am I telling you all this?  To make a point Gail.  I am not the same man that you walked out on.  I have changed a lot and probably for the better, but there is one thing about me that you need to know.  I am a hypocrite.   If you had so much as kissed another man after walking out on me I would not take you back if my life depended on it, but if you come back it will be knowing that I was out there having a good time and I’m not the least bit sorry that I did.

“But notice that I said “if.”  If I let you come back it will be with the understanding that in the sexual department it will be what I say goes.  Even though I have tried all the things you have always wanted to do and found out that I like them I will not be doing them with you.  If you come back it will be with the knowledge that all you will be getting is straight missionary position sex until I decide otherwise.  Could be three months, could be a year.  Could be five years, but whatever, until I decided different it will be missionary position only and with no whining.  The first time you bitch about it you are out of the house and the divorce is back in the works.  A little Draconian perhaps, but you hurt me and I want payback.  I figure that you knowing that I like those things you wanted, but won’t do them with you will make you suffer some of the anguish I suffered through.

“Think about it Gail, and decide if you want to come back under those conditions.  I’ll call you Thursday for your answer.”

“I can answer you now.”

“I don’t want your answer now.  I want you to take the time to think long and hard on the choice I have just given you.  I’ll call you Thursday.

I walked out leaving her sitting at her kitchen table.

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“Oh God yes, do it baby, fuck my butt” she moaned as I drove myself into her tight shitter.  It had been a hard night.  It had started out with me eating her pussy and then taking her doggie.  Then she sucked me hard and I fucked her missionary.  Next was a sixty-nine to get me up again after which she rode me cowgirl.  Another blow job to get me up again so I could drive up her dirt road.  As I pressed hard for my fourth release of the night I wondered if her husband was really all that poor in bed or if the problem was that she had just flat worn the poor man out.  As fit as I was I was having a hard time staying with her and I was only seeing her one night a week.

I felt it coming and I gripped her hips and hit her hard.  She recognized the signs and moaned, “Give it to me, cum for me baby, cum for me” and I let go in her.  It wasn’t much - probably just a dribble - since she had gotten most of what I had the first three times.  She fell forward on the bed and rolled over on her back.  She smiled up at me and said:

“If I wash it off and work on it do you think you might have one more in you?”

“No way, no way at all.”

“Well then I guess I might as well shower.  Next week you better take your vitamins lover.”

“There may not be a next week.”

“Oh?  Getting tired of me already?”

“The wife and I are talking about her coming back.  I should know what we are going to be doing by the end of the week.  If we decide that it won’t work I’ll be free next Wednesday and if we decide to give it a try I won’t.”

“That’s not fair.  I finally find a playmate that suits me and you bail out on me.”

“You would have gotten tired of me eventually.  Either that or I would have found a girlfriend.  I’m the marrying kind.  I like being married and you are already spoken for.  Of course you could always leave your hubby.”

“Not a chance lover.  Except for the bed part he is solid gold and I’m keeping him.”

“Well, don’t give up on me just yet.  I’ll know by Friday what Gail and I will be doing.”

“I like you Robbie so I wish you well in this - whatever ‘well’ is for you - but I will admit that I’m selfishly pulling for her not to go home to you or for you to take her back.”

“Thank you Marge.”

“For what?”

“For making me feel wanted.”

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Thursday just seemed to drag along.  I wondered what Gail would decide.  Would she accept my conditions or not?  I didn’t know which way to bet.  What I did know was that I had deliberately made the choice hard.  I needed to know just how badly she wanted to come home.  If she balked at the limitations I had put on sex that would tell me that we would eventually have problems in that area again and I was not - repeat not - going to go through that again.

Simply put, when Gail walked out she left me believing that she was willing to throw away a perfectly good marriage because I wouldn’t go along with what she wanted sexually.  Well, if she wanted back into the marriage she was going to have to go along with what I wanted sexually.

At four-thirty I called Gail.  “Have you made up your mind?”

“When we talked the other day I was going to say yes, but you told me to wait, that you didn’t want my answer until today.  That gave me a couple of days to think about it and the more I thought about it the more uncomfortable I am with the master/slave relationship you propose.”

“There is no master/slave thing Gail.  I’m not going to order you to do anything or make you do anything you don’t want to do.  All I said that was as far as sex is concerned I’m in charge of determining when, where, what and how often.  If you don care for the when, where and what you are free to say no.  As far as the how often is concerned you are free to say no to that also plus you have the right to start things yourself as long as you understand that I am free to say no.”

“I think we need to negotiate a little on the sexual things Rob.”

“Then I guess I have my answer.  Goodbye Gail.”

I saw Katrina still at her desk and on a whim I asked her if she would like to join me for a drink after work.  She said yes and grabbed her coat.  Two drinks later I had a date for Friday night.

No blinking light when I got home because I hadn’t plugged the phone or answering machine back in following the last time I unplugged them.  As I fixed myself something to eat I thought about my situation.  I missed Gail Sue.  I was devastated when she walked out on me, but I had recovered and while I still missed her and would like to go back to the life I had before she bailed out on me I was not going to crawl off into a corner and curl up and die if she didn’t come home.

My life was not empty!

Without really trying I had a pretty good sex life and I had it with no emotional entanglements.  Things were not bad at all and I slept soundly when I went to bed that night.

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The next day at work I got two calls from Gail and I didn’t take either of them.  I left work early to go home and get ready for my date with Katrina.  When I walked out of the house I saw Gail coming up the walk toward me.

“We need to talk Rob.”

“Sorry Gail, but I have a date and I’m running late.”

I walked by her and headed for my car and Gail followed me.  “Damn it Rob, this is important.  Don’t you even want to try and save our marriage?”

“What marriage would that be Gail Sue?  The one you threw in the trash the night you walked out on me?”

“I explained that Rob.”

“So what Gail?  Did your explanation magically make what I suffered never happen?  I gave you a way back Gail.  All it required from you was a simple yes or no answer.  You had my conditions and all you had to do to come home was say yes.  Instead you said that we needed to negotiate.  That was a “no” Gail.”

As I was opening the car door she said, “All right Rob!  I agree.  Yes to all your conditions, okay?”

“Fine Gail.  I never changed the locks so you can move back in whenever.”

 I got in the car and she said, “Where are you going?”

“I told you: I have a date.”

“But we are getting back together.”

“True, but you didn’t say “yes” on when we talked on Thursday so I made a date for tonight.  She said yes and she is dressed and is expecting me and I am not about to call her five minutes before I’m supposed to pick her up and say that I’m not coming.  I’ll see you later.”

I closed the car door and backed down the driveway leaving her standing there staring at me.  The look on her face as she watched me drive away was most definitely some partial payback.

When I made my date with Katrina I was wondering what she would be like in bed and I’ll admit to thinking about ways to get there, but that was before Gail said yes to my terms.  After leaving Gail in the driveway I fully intended that my date with Katrina would be just a simple date.  Dinner, some drinks, some dancing and then maybe a kiss on the cheek when I took her home.

I remembered my last date with Katrina and I had it in my mind that she was a “good girl” so I was not prepared when instead of a kiss on the cheek I got a mile of tongue in my mouth.  I was even more surprised when she opened her apartment door, took me by the hand and pulled me inside.  She kicked the door shut with her foot, put her arms around my neck and kissed me again.  It was a passionate kiss and I started to get an erection.  Since she was tight up against me with her tongue in my mouth she felt it.  She pulled back from me and asked, “Oh baby, is this for me?” and she dropped her hand to rub it softly through my pants.

I had no idea of how hard it could be to fight off an extremely attractive woman who wanted to play.  Not hard physically because I could take hold of her hands and push them away, but mentally it was a different story.  How do you make yourself push her away?  I had wanted her on our first date, but nothing happened.  I was thinking of ways to get her into bed when I asked her for the date we were on.  And here she was freely offering what I had wanted right up to the time I had walked out my front door and I was having to fight an internal battle with myself to make myself refuse the gift.

It was stupid of me, but I was the way I was.  The instant I’d told Gail that she could come back home I was a married man again with vows I had to stick to.  So why with that mind set had I even gone on a date with Katrina?  Because based on our first date I fully expected that nothing was going to happen except dinner and dancing (and of course there was the “tweak Gail factor and God knows I owed her that).  The problem was how to refuse what was being offered and still stay on good terms since I still had to work with Katrina every day.  I finally decided that the best way would be to tell Katrina what had happened.

“Then why did you still take me out?”

“Because I knew you would be dressed and ready to go and be expecting me to ring your doorbell any minute.  I did not think it would be right for me to cancel at that late a time.”

“That’s sweet Rob, but I would have understood if you had explained why.”

“I didn’t know that and I was concerned about what a quick cancellation might have meant to our relationship at work.”

“At least you were gentleman enough to tell me now.  I know guys who in the same situation would have jumped into bed with me anyway.”

“You will never know how hard it is for me not to do just that.”

She pulled my head down and kissed me again and said, “Go home to your wife Rob, but keep me in mind if things don’t work out.”

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Gail’s car was in the garage when I got home and she was sitting on the couch flipping channels when I walked into the house.  She glanced up at me when I walked into the room and I could see in that quick glance that she was pissed, but I knew that because of the situation and what we had been through that she didn’t dare say anything.  She had managed to get back into the house and she was not going to say or do anything that would upset the apple cart.

“Have a nice time?” she asked.

“It was okay.  She is a pretty good dancer.”

“I wasn’t expecting you home so early.”

“Why not?  Dinner, a few drinks and some dancing doesn’t take all night.”  And then I understood what she was really saying.

“When you said “yes” tonight the marriage was back and the vows we made came back into effect.  Dinner and dancing is all that it was going to be and the only reason that it was even dinner and dancing was that it would not have been fair to her to call and cancel only minutes before she was expecting me to be there to pick her up.”

“I’m waiting up for you because I wasn’t sure where you wanted me.”

“Excuse me?”

“Am I back in our bedroom or do I need to be in the spare bedroom?”

“That’s a silly question.  You belong in our bedroom.  Why on Earth would you expect me to want you anywhere else?”

She jumped up from the couch and threw her arms around me.  “Oh God baby, but I have missed you.  I’m sorry that I was so stupid.  I’ll make it up to you baby; I promise that I will make it up to you.”

I stepped back from her.  “I need to get this suit off and take a shower.  Have you got all your stuff here?”

“No.  I’ve still got some stuff I need to go get.”

“Okay then, we will get a good nights sleep and tomorrow we can go and get the rest of your things.”

When I came out of the shower I found Gail lying naked on the bed and looking up at me expectantly.  I dropped my towel on the floor, got on the bed, moved between her spread legs and then I surprised her by lowering my head and licking her pussy.  I worked on her until I gave her an orgasm and then I pulled back and moved up on her and she took hold of my cock and pulled it into place and as I sank in she cried out and her legs came up and locked around me.  I pounded her pussy through three orgasms and then I had my own and as I started to pull out she clutched me to her and moaned:

“Leave it in baby, leave it in.  I don’t want to give it up.”

I held myself in her until I was completely soft and then I rolled off of her and settled in next to her on the bed.  She cuddled up next to me and the two of us were quiet for a bit and then she said:

“You went down on me.”

“Yes I did, didn’t I.”

“You said only missionary position.”

“I also said “until I decide otherwise.”

“Does the fact that you did mean that I can?”

“Can what?”

“This.”

She lowered her head and took my cock in her mouth.  She had me hard in almost no time and she pulled me on top of her.

“Can we try something else?”

“What?”

“Can we work on making a baby?”

“Sounds like a marvelous idea” I said as I slid into her.