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 Part 2

   We had not spoken to one another that entire night after leaving Anna's
house, and had slept little.  At least I didn't, having difficulty getting
the image of her being fucked by Ahmed out of my mind.  Also the new
knowledge that she had lived someone the year we were apart weighed on my
soul.  She had mentioned a black friend named Antwan the year we had spent
apart, but I had not imagined they had been lovers.

   The following morning we fought, saying things to one another that I
would have never imagined.  The tension had built to a head, and I finally
snapped and said something mean.  I left the house when I felt that I was
about to hit her.

   I had slept in a hotel that night, turning off my cell phone so she
couldn't reach me.  I am not sure if she even tried.  I had planned poorly,
leaving with nothing but the clothes that I had on.  I put away enough
liquor at the hotel bar to pretty much pass out that night.  When I awoke
the next day near lunchtime, my anger had passed.  I drove around town
aimlessly for an hour, but ultimately decided that what had happened was
not worth leaving the woman I had spent half my life with.

   I walked into the house to find her on the couch in her pajamas, eyes
red and a half empty box of Kleenex at her side.  She looked at me with
anxious apprehension, not sure whether I was back to stay or to gather my
things.  I walked to her and said the only thing I could think to: "I'm
sorry."

   I will never sort out why I said sorry.  She had fucked Ahmed, she had
broken our vows, in front of me.  But I was sorry.  It set the tone for all
that would happen next.

   She stood and hugged me tightly.  "You scared me, I tried calling you
all night." Her eyes glistened with tears.  "I can't believe you got so
mad, you said it was OK or I would have never done it."

   She burst into tears, and I held her head against my shoulder.

   "I shouldn't have freaked out on you.  It's not like you snuck around
behind my back.  And I did say OK, but everything seemed so out of control
that I just lost my mind.  All that's behind us now, I just want to try and
forget that it ever happened OK?  I love you too much to walk away.  It was
a one time thing, and that's it."

   Janet sobbed harder in my arms, crying loudly now.

   "Janet, it's OK, I said I'm over it.  Calm down sweetie."

   She sobbed a little more, finally regaining her composure enough to
speak.

   "Honey, I'm sorry but I did something terrible last night.  I was scared
and lonely and couldn't reach you.  I didn't know what to do, and then
Ahmed called."

   I took a step back from her, suddenly dreading the next few minutes.

   "He said Jamal told you to call last night, and he looked up our number
when they didn't hear from you.  He called the house, I didn't call him.  I
told him you were gone, and he told me he was coming over.  I asked him not
to but he just showed up at the door."

   "And?" I asked, already knowing the answer by the look on her face.

   "I let him in.  I needed someone to talk to, and he seemed so concerned
about me.  I just wanted someone to talk to OK?"

   "You fucked him again didn't you?"

   She lowered her eyes, and nodded.  "We were on the couch talking, and
all of a sudden he put his hands on my legs.  I asked him to stop, and he
did, but a few minutes later he did it again.  I started to get up, but he
pulled me to him and kissed me.  I was so lonely, and it felt so good to
feel him again, I just let him do it.  I couldn't stop, him or myself." She
paused a few seconds, and then raised her eyes to meet me, somewhat
defiant. "I love you Mike, that's never changed, but I wanted him to take
me again.  If you're going to leave again I understand, but you have to
know how I feel."

   "Would you do it again?"

   "I don't want to lose you.  I don't want to go back to what we were
doing before either.  The last two nights have been amazing.  I want to
feel that again, and we haven't made love ourselves in a year."

   I started to argue that it had been 9 months, Valentine's day to be
precise, but her point was clear.  It had been awhile.  Ahmed had now
fucked my wife more than I had this year.  I stood there silent, waiting
for her to continue.

   "Jamal is coming over tonight, so I could make good on my promise to
him."

   "Your promise?"

   "Don't tell me you don't remember; you told him yourself that it was OK
for him to fuck me.  I'm not going to let what happened in college happen
again.  Ahmed made me realize how wrong I had been back then, how being
rejected because of race must have made Antwan feel when I left him.  I'll
never be able to make that right with him, but I won't do the same thing
again and back out on Jamal."

   "And what about me?  Doesn't your husband have a say in this?"

   "You have to be a part of this.  You never would have had me if I had
listened to my heart instead of my dad.  You know that now, that I had to
sacrifice something for us to be together.  Now it's your turn.  If you
love me enough you'll do this for me."

   I couldn't answer her, yes or no.  I couldn't leave again either, I had
ran enough for the weekend.  Instead I told her I had to think.  I went to
the bedroom and showered, and then lay down in the bed to think.  I thought
again of her with Ahmed, and the conflict in my mind raged.  Every normal
instinct was to be angry, but I had become erect watching her that night,
and as the events played out in my mind I felt myself stiffen again.  I
imagined him fucking her on our couch.  What had she said when he entered
her?  Had he came inside her again?  Did she cum?  I found that my regret
at not having seen was somehow more intense than my anger at her cheating
with him.

   I was lost in my fantasy, and did not year the bedroom door open.  I had
been stroking myself, my balls aching for release.  I almost jumped when I
felt Janet's hand on my cock.

   "Shh." She whispered, sliding into bed next to me, stroking my cock.  "I
think I know your answer.  You haven't gotten this hard for me in a long
time.  I don't need to hear you say it yet, but I think you liked watching
me with Ahmed.  When he was here, he told me he saw it in your eyes that
first night."

   I squirmed under her, my heart now racing.  I had no idea how long she
had watched me stroking myself before coming to the bed.  She had to know
what I was thinking though.

   "When you finish, I want you to call Jamal and tell him we're ready. 
When he comes, I want you in here while he fucks me.  I want to see your
face this time, so I know."

   I could hold it no longer, and came with a loud groan.  My jizz spurted
through her hand and splashed back down on me.  She continued to stroke me,
her hand becoming slick with cum, until I had finished.  She walked into
the restroom and washed her hands, then came back to the bed carrying a
towel.

   "I don't expect you to understand all of this, I don't understand it
myself yet." She said while wiping me clean with the towel.  "Ahmed warned
me that you might not be able to handle this, but I think you'll be OK."

   She tossed the towel onto the floor and slid next to me in bed.  We lay
there for a few minutes, not speaking.  My mind raced, looking for a way to
get things back to normal, but knowing that was impossible.  I felt that if
I told her no, that it all had to stop, she would listen and everything
would eventually be OK for us.  The problem was that I didn't want it to
stop.  Janet had changed, and if I wanted to keep her I had better find a
way to be a part of her new life.  I finally found my nerve and climbed out
of bed and walked over to pick up my wallet.

   "Where are you going?" Janet asked.

   I fished out the slip of paper with the phone number on it.  "To call
Jamal." I replied, and walked out to get the phone.

   To Be Continued
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