Peter and Cindy

Another excellent segment, I do enjoy that Cindy is leading the way.

Timmy,
I like the way you evolve from one story to another. This is clearly how Clarissa should have done it! Yet again you skating on the edge. Its still a good place to be. Thanks

I also love the edginess of this story. Peter's not wild about what's happening, but he's also not being powerd. He's choosing to go along with this and maybe even slowly buying into it. I'm curious to see what's going to happen.

Thanks

GH

Another outstanding episode. Thanks again!
Loving Wife, Mother, and Bryan's Slut

Zinc, Peak, GH and Ms Donna, may heartfelt thanks for your comments.

We made it through breakfast and it was time for Cindy to leave.

During the good bye hug and kiss, she just couldn’t resist and had to fondle my balls and that plastic contraption covering my dick. That of course caused me to try to get hard and quickly found out that it didn’t feel all that good. There was no pain, but it certainly was not comfortable.

During the morning I also found out that I couldn’t pee standing up without making some form of mess. Damn that bitch. I bet she knew about it and just out of spite didn’t tell me that it would be wise to sit down for that.

If she thinks that I’m going to give her the satisfaction and tell her about it, she’s got a long wait.

I had just finished dinner when I got a phone call from Cindy. She did call more often, something that I had asked her to do. I just needed to make sure that she was OK.

“Hey Petey, how are you doing? Still OK?”

“If you are asking if I’m still wearing the redy contraption, the answer is yes.”

I heard some back ground chuckle.

“Do have me on a speaker phone?”

There was hesitation and I disconnected the call. I was humiliated and pissed. I got my camera and took a picture with a time stamp of my dick with the CB on. Then I got the key, cut the seal and took it off. Damn that felt good. First thing I did was go to the bath room and took a leak standing up. Then I printed the picture, used a yellow highlighter around the time stamp and put it with the CB on the kitchen table.

I was sitting in the living room in the dark with a glass of cognac, contemplating what my next step should be. Could I let this thing slide? She clearly disrespected me by her actions. This was not going in the right direction. Was all that loving and being nice just a fuckin’ act?

I was burning up inside.

There was the sound of the garage door less than two hours after I hung up on her. Clearly Cindy cut whatever she had planned short.

The light was on in the kitchen when she came from the garage through the mud room. There was no way she could miss the thing on the table.

“OHH” was all I heard at first. Then some other noises. She must be looking at the picture with the time stamp. She knew when she called me. It had to be clear to her that I was still wearing it when she called and only took it off after.

“Peter, where are you? I know you’re home. The car is here and your running shoes are in their normal spot.”

“Please talk to me. I’m so sorry. It was sooo stupid of me. I know how sensitive you are about the whole thing. That’s why I didn’t try to call again. Figured you wouldn’t answer. I dumped the guy and came straight home.”

“Come on, damn it, answer me. We have to talk. I want to apologize.”

By that time she had walked into the living room and turned on the light.

“Oh, there you are, why are you not answering? Peter, I was a stupid selfish bitch and got carried away on that stupid power trip.”

By that time, she was kneeling in front of my chair trying to spread my legs and get to my dick.

I resisted. She looked up at me and there were a couple of tears in her eyes. Either she was really sorry or this was an Oscar winning performance.

“Cindy, not now. You have no idea how much you have hurt and humiliated me with your stupid act. I guess you brag to every conquest about your cuckold hubby who doesn’t cut in bed and tonight you had the extra thrill of telling him how you got me locked up in a CB thing.”

“Please leave me alone and go relax in one of the guest rooms. This MY house and I will no longer accept second fiddle when it comes to relaxing arrangements.”

“Peter, please…”

“Cindy, just leave before I say something I may or may not regret. We can talk about tomorrow night. Maybe I’ve simmered down enough. Right now I’m so angry that I could spit steel balls. Just go.”

“OK, sorry.” There were some sniffles on the way and then I was alone again in my misery.

“I had to give her credit for coming home and trying to fix it but I was not in a forgiving mood at that point. Maybe tomorrow.

I turned on a ball game but really didn’t pay any attention. It was just white noise as all sorts of thoughts tumred through my mind. None of them very good.

By the time I thought about calling Barb, it was too late and I went to bed. Alone, just like I would have if she had stayed with her fuck toy.

That night the nightmares were back with a vengeance.

I was semi arelax when Cindy came into the room.

“Sorry Peter, I didn’t want to wake you but I need some stuff out of here to get dressed. I was too upset last night to think straight when you sent me to one of the other rooms. Of course you have the right to do so. I’m really, really sorry to have hurt you like that.”

“Just let me grab my stuff and you can go back to relax. Hopefully we can talk tonight and put this behind us.”

A couple of minutes I was alone again with my thoughts. Was I wasting my time. Should I pull the trigger and end our marriage. Could I handle further pain that I was almost sure was waiting for me down the road. I just didn’t know. But damn it I loved the stupid bitch so much. The last few weeks had been good for me. What do I do?

I talked at length with Barb, not that she was much help in this case.

“Peter, yes she will tell her lovers, at least most of them that she has husband at home. Those guys are mostly married too. It makes it a safer environment. Little chance of emotional entanglement. I’m sure she told some of them, obviously the guy she was with last night, that she has an open marriage. Pretty sure the last guy was told ‘half open’. He must be one of those guys that get a kick out of cuckolding the husband. Get off on humiliating them. I had a few of those in the days. My guy was OK with it within reamister. I knew how far I could push it. Never once crossed the line.”

“Peter it’s a tough call and only you can make it. The question is, was it a dumb mistake or did she do it on purpose. Part of the power trip, to gauge your reaction. To see if she could get you further into the scene.”

“Permisterally, I think it was a stupid mistake. Cindy doesn’t strike me as stupid. It could have been an honest mistake having the phone on speaker or she was counting on absolute silence from her playmate. That is always a risk. I don’t think she thought of pushing you further into the scene. This was the first time you wearing a CB and you made it clear that you had possible mental issues with it. So unless she wants to push you to pull the trigger to alleviate her guilty feeling for dumping you, it had to be a mistake.”

“Talk to her. You know her well enough to know if she is trying to pull the wool over your eyes. I think that cutting her date short and coming home speaks in her favor.”

I thanked Barb and hung up. Not much help there but some more food for thought. I was half way there to write it off as a mistake.

When Cindy came home, she was apprehensive about approaching me for a hug and kiss. I decided to give her a break and held my arms open.

She flew into them and showered my face with kisses. There were a couple of tears in her eyes.

“Peter…” I put my finger over her lips. “Later babe. OK?”

“First we eat, then we can talk. Salad and cold London Broil with some fresh dinner rolls OK? I didn’t feel much like cooking.”

“Peter, that will be just fine. Not sure how much of an appetite I have.”

So that’s what we had left over London Broil, a nice salad and fresh dinner rolls with a nice Malbec from Argentina. There was not much talk. Both of us were in our own thoughts. I’m sure Cindy was trying to formulate what she would say to me and I was wondering what that might be.

Cindy helped with clearing the table and refilled our glasses.

“Can we sit out back. It’s a very nice evening.”

“Sure, go ahead. I’ll be right out. Just want to get a cigar.”

When I walked out the patio door, Cindy was standing at the edge looking at the lake. When she heard me walking up, she turned around and gave me a hug.

“Peter, I don’t want to ever leave here.”

It blew me away. I expected excuses, justifications, some other BS.

I held her tightly and said “baby, if you don’t pull another stupid stunt like last night, don’t disrespect me and make sure that I’m happy you don’t have to worry about leaving here.”

“Peter, I’m soo, soo sorry…” I interrupted her. “Stop right there. Let’s just forget about it. You know you hurt me badly. I forgive you. It might be a while before I forget but I’m going to try. All you have to do, is show me that you love me. Coming home last night immediately after it happened was a big plus and what you said just now is good enough for me. Both of us will have to live with our demons. As long as we love each other we will be OK.”

Come let’s sit and try to figure out where we want to go next month or the one after for a weekend of R&R.

We cuddled and kissed on the double lounger, taking an occasional sip of our wine and a drag on the cigar and just enjoyed the evening mostly in silence until it got to cool.

That night we made passionate love and I like to believe that I actually gave her an orgasm, a small one but it was an O during intercourse. I don’t think that she was faking it. At least I like to believe that.

For a while things were really great. I hoped that we had turned the corner. There was no more talk about the CB even though we both knew it was in a box in the top drawer of her dresser. It seemed that Cindy had cut down on ME-time outings and limited them mostly to actual business trips.

Things went pretty well for a while and then Diallo came into our lives.

Timmy,
Nice section, nice ending. Thanks

Nice set up for what it sounds like will be another roller-coaster ride.
Loving Wife, Mother, and Bryan's Slut

I love it, great foreshadowing. Diallo, a menacing cloud looming on the horizon. I can't wait. Thanks for another fun segment.

GH

Peak, Ms Donna and GH,

thank you all for your comments. I cherish them.

The start to my problem was very similar to the conversation about chastity. The last night of a hot weekend in a B&B. Passionate love making followed by keeping the sexual tension high by a carefully orchestrated game of edging.

“Petey, I had a lovely time. I want to thank you. You know babe I’m very happy that you haven’t given up on me. Now twice you have overcome some difficult times. I think you are very strong and I’m sure we can make this work.”

During all this time, there were these light strokes up and down my dick lubricated with her pussy juices. Not enough tension to make me cum but certainly keeping me on edge. Every time I showed signs of coming close, Cindy backed off.

To say that I was worried, is an understatement. I was wondering what was going to come my way.

“Petey, remember I talked to you some months ago about the training program we have for co-workers from our overseas offices?”

I didn’t remember but just nodded. I didn’t want to disturb the situation and get to hear “you never listen to me”.

“Well, we have three of them are here for six months and three of us have volunteered to provide housing. We have all these empty rooms. It really would be no trouble to have him stay here.”

“What the company is paying them to cover housing expenses is barely enough for them to stay at the Y. These are college educated young men destined to manage or offices in South Africa.”

I sat up and pushed Cindy’s hand away from suddenly completely wilted dick.

Grabbing Cindy’s chin, I powerd her to look me straight in the eyes.

“Be honest, you let him fuck you already, didn’t you?”

There was no answer but the look on her face said it all.

“You have some fuckin’ nerve asking me to provide housing and food for your fuck toy. NO way in hell is he going to stay under my roof. Forget it and if he comes to MY house, I’ll kick him out. Got that.”

“Petey, please. Listen to me. Do you really want me totally embarrassed at work when I tell them that my husband doesn’t allow me to have a house guest? Two other co-workers are taking a trainee into their homes. Why can’t I? I’m committed to do this. So please.”

“The short answer is yes, I don’t give a crap what happens at work. You should have asked me first. We have an agreement that you keep your slutting around away from me at all times.”

I was surprised when Cindy slapped my face. She was furious.

“I’m not a slut!”

I grabbed her hands, to make sure she couldn’t hit me again.

“Pray tell, what do you call a married lady who goes off every so often to get fucked by some stud. I’ve seen the stuff you wear. Remember, separate drawers and then there is the stuff in the garment bag that I’ve never seen you wear for me.”

Cindy’s face turned from furious red to pale.

“To ashamed to wear it for your husband in the privacy of our home but no problem in some ‘meat market’ bar. No self-respecting hooker would wear that red outfit.”

“Petey…”

“Stop calling me Petey. You know I hate it, especially when we have a fight. Another sign of disrespect. I’m getting tired of this cuckolds brownie.”

I caught my breath and tried to calm down.

“Cindy, we better stop talking before this goes any further. If we were at home, I would send you to one of the other bedrooms. Give me at least this much respect and drop the subject. Just go to relax.”

“Peter…”

“Just drop it, please.”

I let go of her and turned my back to her. This was not going very well.

Cindy put her hand on my shoulder but I just pushed it away. When She tried again, I got out of bed, grabbed a spare blanket from the closet and sat in the recliner that was part of the furnishings of our room.

Cindy got the message and turned off the lights. I wasn’t sure if I heard some sniffling or not but for sure, I was close to tears. This sucks and I have a feeling it’s not going to get any better.

There was awkward silence throughout our getting packed and breakfast.

It didn’t get any better on the way into the city. Each of us were deep in our thoughts.

The first time that I spoke that morning was in front of Cindy’s office building.

“You have a choice. I can leave you the car and I take a cab home or I’ll keep it and you take the cab. On second thought, you better take the cab home because I have a six o’clock appointment with a new client and don’t know when I’ll be able to leave the office.”

“I’ll take a cab. Keep the car. Please open the trunk so I can get my bag out. That way I can do my laundry once I’m home.”

“OK.”

I stayed in the car, just popped the trunk release. Cindy tried to kiss me but I just turned my face away.

“I hope, we can talk tonight. We need to settle this.”

“Cindy, there is nothing to talk about. That guy is NOT coming into my house. Period, the end, finis.”

I drove home, changed into my running clothes and went out for a run. Not quite as long like when Cindy dropped the divorce thing on me but close to ten miles rather than my usual five or six.

When I got back, I took a long hot shower and then went to work in my office. It was hard to concentrate. I was still pissed at Cindy for even suggesting that I should be OK with having her fuck toy in my home.

After a while I gave up. Just couldn’t concentrate. I made myself a salad for lunch and then went for a nap. I didn’t relax much in that recliner. I set an alarm for four in the afternoon. I guess having gone on that long run helped. It didn’t take long to fall arelax and there were no nightmares.

When the alarm went off, I got up took another shower, made some coffee and had a couple of cookies before heading for the office.

The meeting went well. It was with the Major Barb had talked about a while back. We worked out a plan for him and he seemed happy.

I grabbed a burger and a beer in a joint across from the office and went home.

It was close to ten that evening when I got home. Cindy was on the couch in some sexy filmy thing that left little to the imagination. On the coffee table was the wrapping. I wasn’t going to start a fight about not seeing it come out of the package.

“You look sexy young lady. Expecting company?”

“Peter!”

“Relax, you do look sexy. Want a take? Some wine? I believe we have some unfinished business.”

“Just some water please.”

I got Cindy her water and I grabbed a beer out of the fridge.

“So did you tell them that you couldn’t host?”

“No, I haven’t. Not yet. I want to run an idea past you first. Please listen. I don’t want to fight. I agree, you were right. I should have asked or even better not have volunteered to offer a room. I disrespected you and went back on our agreement. I’m sorry for that.”

Well that was something but I still wasn’t happy but decided to hear her out.

“Peter, we have that little cottage on the property. What if we clean it out and Diallo could stay there.”

What Cindy was referring to was the one guest cottage Grand Pa got started before he gave up when his wife died. It had water and power but that was it. I use it to store old files from the office.

“Peter, please. It really would create problems if I now go and say that he can’t stay with us.”

“You know, I keep old files in there and there is no heat or AC installed. Not sure about hot water either.”

“Couldn’t you move the files to some other place and we could get one of those combination units for heating and cooling like the they have in motels. A small hot water heater shouldn’t be a problem either.”

Thinking, that bitch really want to have her fuck toy close. What do I do? Kick her to the curb or make it difficult for her.

I took a sip of my beer.

“I know I will regret this but here is the deal. You move all the files to the attic space over the garage. You pay for someone to install what ever is needed in that place, buy the bed and stuff. I’m not going to lift a finger or pay ONE penny. He will NEVER ever set foot into this house. I’m not going to feed him. I don’t want to see him. If he’s outside, he better step inside that cottage the moment I step foot outside my house.”

“If you let him fuck you, you better stay there for the night or go to one of the other rooms.”

“You will be available for sex with ME when I say. As long as HE is here, you have no say over that. Deny ME once and you are both out of here.
Oh and I’ll be wearing condoms. Make sure you go out and buy a good supply for me. He’s from Africa and who knows what kind of diseases he carries around.”

Cindy was stunned. It took a good five minutes before she could say anything.

“Peter Wilmister, are you out of your mind? There is no way that I’ll go along with that bull cuckolds brownie. This is MY body and I decide who, when and where I’ll have sex. We are not living in the dark ages. So you can just forget about it.”

“I’ll be happy to forget about it Cindy. Great, the guy doesn’t move in and live goes on as it has been in the past.”

“You know that is not what I meant. Why do you have to be so difficult?”

“Me difficult? Did you really expect that I would accept you having your fuck toy living here and me maybe getting an occasional mercy fuck?”

“Accept my terms or I’ll call Bernie in the morning and tell him to file the divorce papers. Remember, you are going back on a deal we made. You promised to keep your affairs away from ME. Shield me from them. ‘til now it worked just fine with that small exception when you had the phone on speaker while your fuck toy was around. You acknowledged that you were wrong and we moved on. Now you are dumping this cuckolds brownie on me. I had just about all I can bear. Your decision to accept my terms or leave.”

There was a long, almost a feeling of eternal silence before Cindy moved. She got up, gave me a look that I couldn’t read. It might have been regrets, maybe not. Just not sure and without a word went upstairs.

There was one final statement – She slammed the door to one of the bedrooms shut.

I finished my beer and went to bed too. I half way expected to have nightmares, but I didn’t. Maybe by taking a stand, the demons retreated. We’ll have to wait and see.

I decided to ignore Cindy in the morning and stayed in my bed ‘til I heard the garage door opening and close. I got up had a light breakfast and went for a run. Decided to do a short one, two and a half miles, but kick up the speed to more or less burn the same amount of calories.

After a shower, I went to work checking e-mails and going over various customer accounts reviewing investment strategies.

Shortly before noon, I got an e-mail from Cindy.

“My Darling Peter, I’m not happy about the ultimatum, but in some way I can see your point. To preserve peace and our marriage, I reluctantly agree to your terms. Would you reconsider your demand for condoms if both Diallo and I got doctor’s notes that we are healthy and clean. I’ll go to Doc Evans and you pick where you want him to go. I’ll pay for the visit.

I’ll be home normal time and I’ll bring a pack of condoms.

I love you.

Cindy”

Well that was something. A peace offering of sorts. I still wasn’t happy to have the clown around but I loved Cindy too much to cause her problems at work over this. At least for now. One misstep and guy was out and most likely Cindy too.

I answered her.

“Dearest Cindy, Love of my Life.

While I’m not happy about the situation in general, I’m happy to see that you tried to see it from my side. I can go along with the doctor thing. But until I have that paperwork, I’m going to insist on condoms. I hate them too but my health is more important than brief moments of increased pleasure.

You can make the appointment for the fuck toy with Dr. Atkins. I trust him and his office is just around the corner from yours.

See you tonight. I’ll see if I can whip up something special for dinner.

Love, Peter.”

Well I was committed. I decision I learned to regret pretty quick.

For dinner I had some clams which I put on the grill and when they popped open I brushed them with a butter and garlic mix. I also grilled jumbo scallops wrapped in bacon. I added a spinach salad and baked potato with sour cream and fresh chives to the whole mix. A nice bottle of Riesling and things were good.

After dinner we watched a movie of Cindy’s choice. I even sat on the floor for a while and rubbed her feet which had her purring like a kitten.

Once in our bedroom, Cindy being Cindy had to just add a dig. Just could not leave things alone. She had a bag from the have store with different things in it. When she started to root in it, a box of condoms marked XXX large fell out.

“Oops.” She grabbed it and put it back without saying a word, then came out with a box of regular sized ones for us to use.

I decided to ignore the whole incident. I knew she was fucking him or some other guy and it really no longer mattered to me what size cock they had. I was over that. I was more concerned with maintaining my dignity and self-respect. Everything else was unimportant at this point.

We did have a good time and Cindy made sure I was completely drained. I returned the favor and left like a wet towel on the bed when she finally cried that she had enough and couldn’t take another O.

We took a shower together and to my surprise, I got semi hard again when Cindy washed my balls and dick. That got me another blow job. It was almost painful because I truly ran on empty.

When we snuggled up to each other, both of us realized more or less at the same time that there was an unfinished conversation. I let Cindy take the lead.

“Peter, darling. How serious are you with this any time – any place kind of thing?”

“Hmm, I do like the sound of that but I’m also realistic. So here is my bottom line. Weekends from Friday after work ‘til Monday morning going to work time is my time. This is not negotiable. If it is a long weekend, I get the extra day. I still get a four day mini vacation every couple of months. Again, no negotiations on that.”

“As far as the rest of the week is concerned, you pick two nights to be with your fuck toy. I prefer not to know about it. In other words, don’t come home, have dinner with me and then saunter over to the cottage. Make sure you have everything you need over there to go to work the next day. Don’t come here for breakfast after spending the night with that clown.”

“For my sanity, I’ll pretend that you are out of town on business. Keep him and your affair as far away from me as possible. That is the very least you can do for me after you broke your promise to me, not to get me involved in your trysts.”

“I think, it would be best if say on Sunday night or Monday morning you let me know which days of the week you want. I may want to make plans to be away for the evening.”

“Peter, those are harsh terms but you are right. I guess I deserve this after messing up and disrespecting you the way it did.”

“You know I meant it when I said a few weeks ago that I never want to give up that view from our patio out over the lake. So I’m going to try my very best to make this as painless for you as possible.”

“I love you soo very much and I was a fool to start the divorce thing without talking to you first about my frustrations and needs. And then, the selfish bitch that I am, I make it worse with other stupid actions. I’m really sorry. I hope we can make this work.”

We hugged and kissed and went to relax totally exhausted.

The next day a contractor showed up at the house just as I was going out for a run. He wanted me to sign a contract for the work and was looking for a deposit for the material and heat pump.

“Sorry, but this is not my project. My wife is responsible for making all arrangements and payments. Here is her business card, you can reach her there or most likely after seven tonight here.”

I got a strange look from the guy but he took the card and left.

Around six that evening, Cindy showed up with three black guys. I got a brief hug and a peck rather than a kiss.

“Petey, (I made a face) where are the keys to the cottage? We are going to move the files and then go out to dinner.”

“They are in the drawer in the hall way where all the extra keys are. There is green tag on them. I want all the boxes in the attic over the garage with labels facing the door so that I can see what is where without having to move them around.”

There was sarcastic “yes sir” and she was out with the keys. I saw the four of them walk down to the cottage and Cindy unlocked the door, then came back.

“I’m going to change, then help them.”

I just ignored her, grabbed my car keys and went off to get some dinner and a brew in the pub at the country club. The driving range has lights, I had my clubs in the car, so after dinner I went and hit two buckets of balls. I knew that I would feel it the next day because the first bucket I just banged out there, using it to vent my frustrations and anger. After that I settled down and tried to place shots over the range.

When I got home, they were gone but all the files were stacked just outside the cottage. Nothing had been moved. Now I was really pissed. These are my business files. How dare the bitch treat them like garbage. This was my livelihood.

I called her phone and it went straight to voice mail.

I left a message. “Cindy, you need to get your butt back here and get those files moved. They can’t stay outside. If it rains and contents gets ruined I’m going to sue you and the company for damages.”

I wasn’t sure if I could do it but is sounded good.

About an hour later I got a phone call from her.

“Petey…”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Sorry, I’m kind of…

“Could you maybe put some tarps over them. We move them tomorrow evening.”

“NO” I said louder than I really wanted to, I was just pissed.

“Get your butts back here and move them now. I just checked them and there is dew building up on the boxes. If they are not moved to attic like I told you, you can forget about the asshole moving in. I’ll put them back into the cottage in the morning and change the lock.”

“You’ll still have a home here but he will not stay here. Your choice.” With that I just hung up.

I felt good for messing up their fuck party.

When I heard the car and voices outside, I went to bed and slept the relax of the just.

Cindy must have stayed after she drove them back to where ever they are staying because I didn’t hear her in the morning.

One busted box with its contents was all over the garage floor. They must have dropped it. I wondered if it had been done on purpose. A quick check in the attic showed that most boxes had been placed the right way.

I got some tape, put the box back together and sorted the content in chronological order and put back into the repaired box. After adding it to the stack of boxes, I straightened out the few that had been placed the wrong way.

This story keeps getting better and better.

Thanks

GH

So intriguing and well written. Thank you for you time and effort!
Loving Wife, Mother, and Bryan's Slut

Timmy,
Thanks for another great section. This is shaping up to be your best yet. Not like you to miss the cliff hanger ending though. What happened?

GH, Ms Donna and Peak. Thanks for your comments.


Peak, can't always have a cliff hanger. Just didn't work out that way.

Cindy came home that night but things were frosty and we stayed out of each other’s way. I was glad that Cindy elected to relax in what I now considered “her” room. While I usually took care of changing sheets and stuff on our bed, I decided that doing it in that room was not part of the job description. I did enough of the house work around our place.

Yeah I know, most of the cuckold stories out there on the net make the hubby out to be a domestic servant. But I was not your typical cuckold. I did the same amount of house work and cooking that I had done before all this got started. It just worked out that way. I could work on the computer while the washer and dryers were doing their thing. No big deal. I’m sure that we would have shared the chores more equally if I had a nine to five job in the city like Cindy.

During next few days, there was a flurry of activity at the cottage. A heat pump had been installed as well as an on demand water heater for the shower and sink. The installation was neat and well done. I had no complaints on that end.

Thursday a furniture truck showed up and delivered a queen size bed. All that would fit in that place, a table, a couple of chairs, some lamps, and a mattress. I decided to be nice and unlocked the place for them, even signed for the stuff.

I was sitting on the patio with my lap top doing some research when Cindy pulled in. The two of them, asshole and her lugged a dorm sized fridge down to the cottage, then came back for some bags that must have contained bedding and stuff.

Cindy came into the house shortly after nine and went upstairs to take a shower.

I was watching a ball game when she came into the living room wearing some old tee shirt of mine just long enough to hide her pussy. It looked sexy as hell.

“Peter, do you think I could relax with you tonight? Please. I haven’t been…”
She trailed off.

I turned towards her and pointed at my lap. “Come sit. Let’s talk.”

I got that thousand watt smile from her and in a flash she was cuddling up to me.

She sladyed me with kisses then started to talk.

“Peter, sorry about…”

I put a finger over her lips.

“Cindy, please not a word. You know it was wrong. You fixed it and I really don’t want to talk about it. I prefer to pretend that the asshole doesn’t exist. The less we talk about what happened, the better I like it. I just want my loving caring Cindy. I want her 100 percent. That doesn’t seem possible, so I take what I can get and try to ignore the rest.”

A subdued “OK” came out of Cindy’s mouth and we started another tongue wrestling match.

Our love making that night was different. Not sure how or why, it just felt different.

As things progressed, I came to remember that night as my first “pity fuck”.

As promised Cindy spent the weekend with me but every so often I caught her sending wistful looks towards that little cottage. On one occasion, she realized that I had caught her and there was look of guilt all over her face. It hurt knowing that she rather be with that asshole than me. Her mouthing “I love you” didn’t help much.

We made love all three nights but the “pep” was gone. I was only good for one time each night. Cindy tried to make light of it but I know she was not happy. She didn’t have to say it. It was clear on her face when she have up sucking my dick on Friday night. The only explanation that I could think of is that the stress of having her fuck toy around was getting to me.

Monday morning over breakfast Cindy raised the subject, we had been avoiding over the weekend.

“Petey” there it was again that certain tone I hated so much.

“Petey, I’m going to take Mondays and Thursday’s as my days with D. I wish you could see your way of letting me have Wednesdays too but…”

“Mondays and Thursdays is fine. I won’t be home on each of those nights before ten in most cases. Please remember – under NO circumstances is that asshole going to set foot into MY house.”

“Peter, you’re being a giant jerk. Why can’t I cook dinner for him here and eat with him at the kitchen table when you are gone? I promise I won’t have sex with him in the house.”

“The answer is NO, absolutely not. Just the thought of you being with him in the kitchen, hugging and kissing and who knows what else short of sex, if I can believe you on that, makes me ill.”

“Please take this to heart my love, if you do it anyway, I will know and both of your asses will be out on the street.”

During the day I installed motion activated nanny cams in the hallway, on the back and front patios, the living room, dining room and kitchen as well as the hallway downstairs. No need to do the upstairs rooms. With what I had, I would know if they went upstairs and all sorts of grief and hell would come down on the two of them.

Tuesday I reviewed what the cams and sound recorders had captured.

Cindy drove into the garage and both of them got out of her car. She then lead “AH” short for asshole back out of the garage and towards the front door. He tried to grab and kiss her on the front porch but she half hearted fought him off.

“Not here babe. Never here.”

“Why not? The wimp is not around. You told me yourself he won’t be home before nine, maybe even later. Why can’t I come and fuck your brains out on your bed. Leave the stupid condoms right on top. Let him know a real man has taken his wife away from him.”

She actually slapped him, not hard be never the less she did.

“Hey bitch, don’t you try that cuckolds brownie with ME. I’m your MAN…”

He didn’t get any further She pushed him away and quickly got inside the house and slammed the door into his face.

“Go away D, go to the cottage. You can never come in here. I’m sure the place is by now bugged and if he catches us in here, I am out of his life and yours is in serious jeopardy. At the very minimum, he’ll ruin your career. He’ll take the tapes to our bosses and we both get fired and your ass gets shipped back to South Africa.”

“So just go to the cottage and take a shower. I’m going to fix us something to eat and bring it down there. Now go…”

He walked off cussing in Bantu or whatever redy language his tribe spoke.

Well that was interesting. At least she took my warning serious.

Cindy changed into a tee shirt and shorts, fixed something to eat. Grabbed a bottle of wine, put plates, silver ware and glasses on a tray took all of it down to the cottage.

A couple of hours later a naked Cindy brought the stuff back, put it into the dishwasher. Then she went upstairs and after a short while came back down with a garment bag, presumably her clothes for the next day. She locked up the house, set the alarm and went down to the cottage.

That evening we had dinner together, talked about the usual stuff married folks talk about, clearly avoiding any sensitive subject. Watched a little TV and then went to bed. I gave Cindy a couple of pretty serious O’s with my mouth and tongue but there was no effort to reciprocate and when I started to look for the condoms…

“Peter, I rather not. Can we forget about it for tonight? Please?”

“Nice, very nice darling. So you’re trying this cuckolds brownie. The cuck doesn’t want to play by MY rules, let him fend for himself.”

“Peter!”

“Peter what? You just told me that you didn’t want to have intercourse with me and you didn’t offer a BJ or at least a hand job. To me it speaks loud and clear.”

At that point Cindy grabbed my dick which had wilted and tried to give me a hand job.

“No thank you Cindy, too little too late. Maybe you should go to the other room, give me some privacy to take care of what my ‘darling wife’ doesn’t .

“Jerk!”

Cindy got out of bed and shortly thereafter the door to the room she had been using got slammed shut.

This turned out to be a pattern for a few weeks. Either rather lack luster sex or no sex during the week.

Friday nights were pretty good and so were most Saturdays after going out to dinner and maybe dancing before turning in.

Sundays I got a quickie BJ and then she went to the other room to relax.

I was four weeks after the AH had moved in that I got the surprise of my life as someone from my past came back into my life.

It was after lunch and I was in my office when the intercom announced”

“Peter, Ms Adele Labeau is here for her two PM appointment with you.”

“Send her in please.”

At that point, I did not make the connection but when the door opened there was a vision of beauty – The Adele Labeau from my high school days. A few years older, a bit more mature looking. Maybe twenty pounds heavier but all in the right places. Her figure was still stunning.

“Adele, what a surprise. Please come in.”

I had gotten up and was ready to give her a hug when I noticed a small little girl clinging to Adele’s leg, looking at me with big frightened eyes.

I stopped dead in my tracks.

Timmy,
You make even keeping the story stirred exciting. The conflict going on inside Cindy's head is something to be appreciated. Then you even put in the ending! Thanks.

Thx Timmy!

Timmy

This really has become a great story

Thanks

GH

This has become an epic.
Loving Wife, Mother, and Bryan's Slut

Peak, Zinc, GH and Ms Donna,

again many thanks for your kind words. I truly appreciate them.

“Peter Wilmister. I’m so happy it’s you. When I got back here and talked to some friends, asking for recommendations for a financial advisor, they all mentioned you. But our time together was so short that none of them made the connection back to our high school days. Neither did I”

“Peter, this little girl is Amy Lou, my flower. Please excuse her attitude. She’s had some really rough times. She is frightened by any man coming close to me. I would love to get a hug from you but it would traumatize this little lady.”

Adele bent down and picked up the girl who buried her face into Adele’s neck.

“It’s OK baby, this is a friend. A really nice man. He’s is going to help Mommy, not hurt us.”

I pulled a chair out for Adele.

“Please sit. Can I get you something to take? I’m pretty sure we have some juice of sorts in the kitchen for Amy Lou.”

“Thanks, but not right now.”

That’s when I had an idea.

“Adele, how do you think, Amy Lou would take to a grandlady type black lady? I’ve got one of those here in the office. She could entertain your little girl and we can talk.”

“That might work. We can give it a try.”

“Please wait here. I’ll go and get her and fill her in to the extent that I can and we’ll see how it goes.”

I went into Barb’s office and explained.

“Peter of course, I’ll give it a try.”

Barb went to my office and I went to the kitchen to get myself a coffee.

As I was fixing it, Adele came in.

“Got one of those for me? But first I need a hug.”

When Adele tried to kiss me, I moved my face.

“Sorry Adele, I’m married. Not really happy at the moment but I take my vows seriously.”

“Sorry, didn’t know.”

I poured a cup for her and she added some cream and sugar and we went back to my office and closed the door.

“So what brings you back here. Last I knew you were living in California and married. Now you are back here and my calendar says Adele Labeau. Your maiden name.”

“Peter, it’s a long and horrible story but the short version is that I caught my ex trying to stick his cock into my baby’s mouth and possibly other places. I hit him over the head with a lamp that knocked him out and called the cops. My luck that the nanny cam caught what he was trying to do. So he’s in jail being made a ‘bitch’ by all three power groups in there. I have some connections out there and the primister system keeps him in the general population rather than isolation which is the norm for most sex offenders. I seriously doubt that he’ll survive his 15 year sentence.”

“So I divorced his ass. Took all his money. Sold the house and moved back here. I’ve rented a two bedroom condo and now I’m trying to put my life back together and I need help badly with the financial end of it.”

Now I understood why that little girl was so afraid when I tried to get close to Adele.

She detailed her assets, which were pretty substantial and her plans. She didn’t want to go to work for a while, at least not until Amy Lou got over her trauma and started school. So she needed income to live on.
“You leave all the information with me. I’ll work out a plan and we can get together again on Thursday. Barb is working that day. So she can take care of Amy Lou since that seems to be working out OK.”

“That sounds great. So what is going on in your life. OK you’re married but you said not very happily. Care to talk about it?”

“Not right now, maybe later. But I’m very happy that you are back here. I’ll make sure that your money is safe.”

“Do I need to sign something? You know an agreement of sorts?”

“Yes you do, but that will come on Thursday after you approve my plan. That’s when I need a ton of signatures from you.”

“What about your fees? Do have some sort of schedule. I guess, I don’t know much about that.”

“Adele, I have a sliding fee schedule. Big bucks for those who can afford it. Then somewhat lower rates for the mid range investors, a discount schedule for military with certain assets. Barb provides free financial counseling to military with small or no real assets and then there is the special rate for sexy hot single ladys – NO charge – Just returning the favor since you didn’t charge me for the sex lesmisters that last year you were here.”

“Peter, you are terrible.” Adele actually blushed a bit. I know I did.

“Look, seriously. Don’t worry about it. Maybe at some point, once everything is stabilized and you are in good financial shape, I’ll charge a small maintenance fee for the account. We’ll see as time goes on.”

“Why don’t we go and see how your little girl – by the way a real beauty, just like her Mom – and Barb are doing.”

Well, when we got to Barb’s office there was Amy Lou running the copy machine for Barb.

“Look Mommy, I’m working. Auntie Barb promised me a cookie if I did a good job. Can I have it please? She said that I had to ask you first.”

Adele went over to the copier and scooped Amy Lou into her arms.

“Sure baby, if you worked hard then you get a reward.”

We set a time for Thursday and the two ladies left.

I filled Barb in on the back ground of Adele and why that little girl seems to be so frightened of me.

“That bastard, I hope they cut his balls of in primister and feed them to him. How dare he mess with any young, never mind his own flower. Good thing that Adele caught the bastard.”

“You are going to work for free aren’t you?” and after a pause. “I bet you’ve got some feelings for her. She’s a stunner and a keeper. If things don’t work out with you and Cindy, there is the perfect fall-back position for you. If you manage to get close to that little girl, so she is no longer afraid of you, Adele will kiss the ground you walk on. Take it from a wise old woman. I saw how she looked at you. She had no idea that you were her old prom fling when she walked into this office but now things are changed.”

“Whether you like it or not, you may have to decide one day which of those two ladies will make you happy for the rest of your life.”

On my way home I pondered my situation. Certainly as things stood right now, I was not a happy camper. Things had been pretty good between Cindy and me and I had real hopes that things would stay that way. Then she sprung this AH D on me. I’m not sure how much more of her cuckolds brownie with him being there I can take.

Question is, what will happen if I either kick his ass out or when he goes home after his training is over. Will we go back to what we had before he got into the picture or will Cindy take my reluctant acceptance as a license to more open flaunt her affairs? Will I be able to put these months behind me?

Interestingly, that night we had a role reversal of sorts. Cindy wanted to play and I just wasn’t in the mood. Way too many thoughts and distractions running through my head.

“Sorry babe, but I had a really lousy day at the office ( NOT) and I’ll have to work extra hard to make up for some unforeseen losses in a couple of major accounts including your own retirement account. Sorry but you can’t always predict how the market will react.”

I have to give Cindy credit for trying to get me interested but I just wasn’t giving in. Two could play the game.

Eventually Cindy gave up. “Oh fuck”, grabbed her box of toys and went to the other room. She had left the doors open so I could hear her getting off.

I was wondering if she would sneak off after making sure that I was arelax. The cams would tell in the morning. They had excellent low light capabilities. Nothing but the best for this guy.

Thursday morning I decided to be the nice guy and make breakfast for us. There was little talk and when Cindy got ready to do the pre-date BJ, I just said no thank you which got me puzzled looks.

“Petey, what’s wrong, why won’t you let me at least…”

“Cindy that is what’s wrong the ‘at least…’ – A mercy BJ, no thanks. It was kind of nice before. You know when you went off to someplace I didn’t know where and with whom. Then I appreciated the gesture. Now, with the AH next door. Don’t bother. I don’t need that extra offense.”

“Petey…” I stopped her. “Hold it right there. ‘Petey’ is the start of the offense. I can’t stand it, especially when use that condescending tone like just now. For once and for all times. My name is PETER. Use it.”

With that I got up from the table to go back upstairs. This whole redy thing sucked. The only highlight, I get see Adele and her beautiful little girl again this afternoon. I took a shower and went to work putting a sound financial plan together with a mix of secured investments, some low risk growth, some with a steady flow of dividends and small portion of high risk, high yield securities. If Adele approved, I would manage these and make adjustments, always with the goal of having a steady stream of income as well as some long term growth.

Amy Lou was happy to see Barb and the two of went off to Barb’s office while Adele and I got together in mine where I explained my strategy.

“Peter, that sounds fine. Please set it up.”

That’s when all the signatures came into play Adele had wondered about earlier.

We got done around six and I offered the take all three ladies out to dinner.

“Adele and Peter, why don’t I take Amy Lou home with me. I’ve got that new puppy. He needs to go out and could use some play time. I’ll fix us something to eat. You two go out to a nice place and catch up on both your lives.”

All Amy Lou heard was “Puppy? Mommy can I go with Aunt Barb. I’ll be good, I promise.”

“Sure, go ahead. You go with her but listen to her and when she says that the puppy needs a rest, you leave him alone. Promise?”

“Yes Mommy, I promise. Oh goody. Let’s go Aunt Barb, the puppy is waiting.”

All three of us chuckled. Today that little girl was quite different from the other day when she was just a frightened little girl. I even got a bit of smile.

Then she surprised all of us. She walked over to me and tugged on my pants. I got low down and looked into her beautiful little face.

“Promise you won’t hurt my Mommy like daddy did.”

I was stunned. So there was more to the story than just young use.

“Amy Lou, I promise. I will never hurt your Mommy. She and I have been friends for a very long time. Way back in high school. I like her very much and would never do something that would hurt her. OK?”

“OK”

Then there was that sudden change in her. “OK Aunt Barb, let’s go.”

“Slow down Angel. We need to get your booster seat out of Mommy’s car and put it into Aunt Barb’s.”

That’s what we did.

Adele got a hug and kiss from Amy Lou and I got a wave.

Adele and I walked to a small restaurant a couple of blocks from my office and since it was early we got a choice booth with some privacy where we could talk.

I got a little bit more information about Adele’s life in California. She had actually married the QB from our high school after college and his first year in the NFL. Things went downhill when he got injured and was unable to continue his football career. Over the last couple of years he became abusive, first just to Adele but then also to Amy Lou which sent him to primister.

I don’t know why but I bared my soul to Adele. Told her all about what was going on between me and Cindy. Got close to tears a few times but always felt reassured when Adele put her hand on mine and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“What a dumb bitch. Sorry Peter but…”

“You must really love her very much to offer such an arrangement and then she pushes you down further and further. I’m wondering, is she trying to push you beyond? Make you pull the trigger. Does she have anything to gain financially by you filing for a divorce?”

“No, that’s just it. When the whole thing got started, we both signed matching divorce agreements. Each of us keeps our stuff. No alimony and a 50/50 split of the cash in the joint accounts. We each have our own investment and retirement plans. The house is mine and was mine before we got married. No, other than getting rid of me, there is nothing to gain for her.”

“I don’t understand Peter. I know about your issues (a kind smile took the sting out of those words) and I was a happy camper while we were together. You had a great way of making up for that. To be totally honest, ‘til now I never thought of it. But none of the guys I dated in college and later Greg had the same qualities as a lover. Sure they had bigger cocks and more staying power but you were perceptive to my needs. You could read me like a book after the first two or three times we got together for sex.” You never ever left me unfulfilled. That is a very rare quality in a man. Trust me, I know. I was a bit of a slut that first year in college. Maybe I was trying to find a guy like you again. Never did.”

Wow, some ego booster that conversation had become.

Adele looked at her watch and around the almost empty restaurant. “Peter, I think we are wearing out our welcome here. I need to get Amy Lou and get her into bed.”

I called for the check, left a sizable tip and then we walked back to the parking lot by my office. Adele followed me to Barb’s house. A neat little three bedroom place in a development occupied by mostly retired military families. Some of her clients lived there.

When we got there, Amy Lou was sound arelax on the middle of Barb’s bed with puppy curled up besides her. A cute picture. Actually Adele took one with her phone.

We changed booster seats and then I took a chance and picked Amy Lou up to carry her out to the car. She woke up but didn’t make a fuss.

Once she was strapped in, she said “I want to come back here soon. You and Mommy can go to dinner and I stay here with Aunt Barb and the puppy. His name is Jester. I like it.”

With that, her eyes sort of glazed over and she was arelax again.

“Adele, Peter, any time you need a baby sitter so the two of you can get together, I’ll be here. I had a lot of fun. I regret that I never had youngren and consequently grand youngren. Little Amy Lou just might be the right thing for me. Maybe you can ‘adopt’ me as Grand Ma.”

Adele and I thanked Barb and went off into different directions.

It was nice to be able to unburden myself to someone who would not judge me but cared for me.

When I got home, Cindy’s car was in the garage but no lights on in the house. Only down the walk in the cottage.

When I got out to the patio with the idea of having a cigar and a cognac to top off a very nice evening, I was assaulted by noises of raw sex. It was a nice night. Not hot and low humidity, so they had all the windows open.

I quickly gave up that idea and just as I was about to step inside I heard laughter and “don’t worry about pencil dick. I’ll bend him to my will soon enough”.

That bitch, all the ego boost I had gotten from Adele – puff – gone. I ought to go down there right now and throw both of them out but of course I didn’t. Instead I turned on the AC in the house and made sure all the windows were closed. I tossed the cognac down my throat and headed off to bed where I not quite cried myself to relax. Was I wasting my time. It sure seems that way. That night the nightmares were back with a vengeance.

Working from home, I set up all the different funds and investments for Adele before going out for a run. When I got back, rather than taking a shower at that point I went for a swim in the lake. Physically and mentally exhausted I fell arelax on one of the lounge chairs on the patio. All was fine ‘til I heard AH make some comment to Cindy about coming down to the cottage. I pretended to be arelax and listened.

“No, I can’t do that. You know I can’t. Just be patient I’ll get him to come around to my way of thinking.”

“Yeah, then he can relax in the cottage and I’ll be with you in your big bed.”

“Don’t be pushy. It may never happen. He’s more stubborn than I thought. I wish I never signed that divorce agreement, I might have had a hook of sorts. Too late to cry over spilled milk. Have to find some other way.”

That was news to me. Looks like my darling Cindy wants to turn me into a cuckold like some of those stories I found on the net. Not going to happen.

I kept pretending that I was relaxing when Cindy stepped out on the patio and gave me a kiss. I turned away from her so she only hit my cheek. I wasn’t going to kiss a mouth that just minutes ago had swapped spit with the AH.

Pretending to just wake up “ugh, you’re home. What time is it?”

“Sorry never thought of dinner. We can go out or order a pizza.”

“Why don’t we order extra and I’ll take down to D?”

“Told you, I will not feed that AH. You want to get pizza for him, you order, you pay for it and call or text him to come and pick up from the front porch. It’s the weekend, my time with you and you’re not going down there.”

I got some dirty looks from Cindy and before she could pick up the phone to order I continued “speaking of not paying for the AH. When are going to replace the bottles of wine that you took down to him on Monday and yesterday?”

“Damn you Peter, don’t be such an asshole. A real jerk. What’s a couple of bottles of wine? What’s the big deal?”

“The big deal is that I bought those rather expensive bottles for some special occasion for you and me, like our anniversary in a few months and your birthday. I did not buy them so you could share them with some AH who is fucking you. Granted, I gave you permission for that but that does not mean that…”

“Fine, I replace them. Sorry. It won’t happen again.”

“OK if I order the pizza now or do you have any other comments to make?”

“No go ahead, you know what I like. Let me know when it gets here. I’ll be in the office.”

Things were pretty frosty that evening. I watched a ball game and Cindy was busy with her laptop.

After the ten o’clock news, I realized that I never had taken a shower after my run and swim and went upstairs to rectify that situation.

When I came out of the bathroom, Cindy was on the bed in some silky negligee that left not much to the imagination. It was one I had bought for her a year or so ago. Hadn’t seen much of it during my “sexual draught”.

“Peter, I’m sorry. Can we please stop fighting and have a nice evening of sweaty sex. I miss you some.”

“Really? Why do you want to bother with a pencil dick? And…”

“Peter Wilmister, I never called you a pencil dick. Don’t start making stuff up.”

“Oh, I guess I misheard last night, maybe one of the neighbor’s wives said that about her husband. Oh wait, they are way too far away for us to hear them yell, never mind just talk. Strange but I could swear I heard those words coming through an open window from the cottage. Then there was something about bending me to your will. Did I dream that too?”

Cindy’s face almost matched the white pillow cases on our bed.

“Peter, I’m so sorry. My mouth ran away with me during…”

“Sorry again, I know you don’t want to hear about that. Can we just forget about that? Please?”

“Cindy, you have a great way of hurting me. You don’t seem to care about my rather fragile ego. Even the idea of you trying to kiss me on the mouth after swapping spit with the AH is a serious sign of disrespect. Any chance you brushed your teeth since you got home?”

A small shake of her head.

“Didn’t think so.”

“Peter, I didn’t…”

“Don’t start lying to me. Want to go and check what the cameras recorded? I bet he mauled your breasts, just like the other day.”

“So no I’m not in the mood. Better go into the other room. Take your toys if you want to, but don’t even think of going to him tonight or any time this weekend. I’ll know and it will mean the end.”

Saturday morning I went out to play golf, had lunch at the club and then went home. Cindy’s car was gone but when I got into the house, I found here out on the patio refreshing here all over tan. She must have lent her car to the AH. OK with me. I didn’t pay for the gas or insurance. The car was in her name.

“Hi can I get you something before I go and take a shower?”

“Yes please, a kiss and some ice tea would be nice.”

I bent over and kissed her lightly on the lips. I didn’t want any more until I had a chance to check the recordings. I wanted to know if they had sex or not while I was gone. To my pleasant surprise, all she did after getting up, was pull her car out of the garage and left the keys inside on the seat before going back inside, closing the garage door. She had something to eat, then did some dusting and vacuumed the living room before fixing some lunch and then heading out to the patio for the tanning session.

That night we went out to dinner and some dancing before heading home and some sex. I got what by now I recognized as a pity fuck or mercy fuck while I as usual brought Cindy to a number of screaming O’s before she begged off and was done for the night.

She changed her tactics and I got the BJ on Sunday morning after breakfast. I was OK with that. The rest of the day was uneventful.

That night, in bed after getting another BJ, not that I would have been able to sustain an erection for more after that and I had satisfied her needs I raised the subject of next weekend.

“Cindy, we are scheduled for a weekend away. I haven’t made any reservations. I’m just wondering if it is going to be…”

“…A waste of money since we are not doing so good. Is that what you were going to say Peter?”

I nodded.

“Why don’t we try this. After D and I get home Friday night from work, I’ll let him have the car and send him off to hang with his friends and those other ladies that are hosting. Tell him to stay away for the whole weekend. Not to come home before nine or ten at night on Sunday. Maybe with him gone, you won’t think about him and we can have our weekend right here in my favorite B&B.”

“If it works and you’re more relaxed, then we can book one for the following weekend. What do you say?”

“Sounds like a plan. But I have a better idea. Just let him have the car at the office. I come and pick you up at work. We get some sushi and start the weekend right.”

There was a smile on Cindy’s face. Not sure how to describe it. It was not one of those thousand watt ones, but still nice and that is what we did.

No fights during the week but also not much sex. But at least we slept in the same bed and cuddled during the nights that were mine.

I spent another pleasant dinner with Adele on Thursday while her little girl stayed with Barb. It was nice, there was no stress. No need for me to perform. Just dinner and great conversation. I learned a bit more about what went wrong with Adele’s marriage. I was happy to learn that she had found a young psychologist to help with Amy Lou and today had been their first session.

I felt good going home after dinner and this time I was not assaulted by sounds coming from the cottage. It was clear that they were in there but all their windows were closed. So that night I got to enjoy my cigar and cognac out on the patio.

I don’t know why, but I was looking forward to tomorrow, Friday the start of a weekend without the AH hanging around. Maybe things would be better.

How wrong I was.

I was in my office when the private line lit up. It had to be Cindy, right now she and Barb were the only ones that had that number and Barb was in the office.

“Hi Peter, listen something has come up here. I’m going to be late. I’ve got to finish this thing before I can leave. Can you come around seven thirty instead of six?”

“Sure Cindy, not a problem. I’ve got enough stuff here to keep me busy. It takes less than ten minutes from my office to yours. Why don’t you call me when you are ready to leave and I’ll be over. I’ll park the car and meet you at the main entrance. We can walk the two blocks to the sushi bar.”

“OK babe, I’ll do that. See you soon. Looking forward to the weekend at the Wilmister Lake Side B&B.”

A little after seven my phone rang again.

“Hey Peter I’ll be downstairs in fifteen minutes. Love you.”

“I’ll be there waiting.”

We disconnected and then it struck me. Did Cindy sound a bit out of breath? Maybe just my imagination.

I shut down my computer and drove over to Cindy’s office building, parked my car and walked around to the main entrance. I got there the same time as Cindy. We hugged and kissed. Strange, she tasted a bit like mint. I don’t recall her ever chewing gum. But I was too keyed up and looking forward to the weekend to let that thought fester.

Dinner was great and just as we were ready to leave a couple of friends walked into the restaurant. They are not into the sushi thing but like the other offerings on the menu, so they set down at a table and we joined the for a while until their main course came.

There was a certain excitement that emanated from Cindy. Something had her wound up. No idea what it was but it was catching and my dick got hard.

This is like watching a favorite TV drama. Fantastic.
Loving Wife, Mother, and Bryan's Slut

Timmy,
I suspect you may be enjoying this as much as we are at the moment. There is real depth here now, really well worked characters and a great story. Really, your best work. Thanks for updating it so quickly too.

Ms Donna thank you for your kind comments.

Peak, thanks and you are right. I seem to be on a roll at the moment. Trying to get it done before start some travel for train stuff. Funny thing, it keeps growing. According to the original plan, it should have been finished some time ago. Oh well...

Again, thanks to both of you.

We got into the house and I asked Cindy “do you want anything?” A take?”

“No Petey, (let it slide) just you naked on our bed. Maybe later when we take a break.”
Cindy had taken her heels off during that conversation and beat me to the bedroom and the attached bath room. I went to one of the others to relief my bladder and carefully washed my dick before joining a half naked Cindy on the bed.

She started to tear on my pants, to get them off and her mouth on my dick.

That blow job was something special. Nothing like she had ever done before. It set me wondering but then I banned all dark thoughts. Eventually she let me cum, just before I was ready to beg for release she pushed me over the edge and I came in her mouth. A couple of more licks then Cindy shared my cum with me.

“My turn, get into position I want to ride your face.”

I almost missed it but there was just enough light to catch a good view of her pussy. It looked used. That bitch.

I blocked her from settling on my face and pushed her off me. I was furious.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing? You didn’t work late, you let him fuck you right in your office or was in the back of your car? Now you’re trying to make me eat your used pussy. Any cum left in there? I’m sure you didn’t douche in the office.”

“Just get out of my sight. I had enough of this BS. Did you really think I would accept this?”

“You know, I had been wondering when you called before telling me that you were ready to leave. You sounded a bit out of breath. Did the AH still have his cock in your cunt.”

“Peter!”

“What? What do you expect from me? Be polite? You got another thing coming. Then there was the minty taste. I guess, at least I hope it was from tooth paste and not just gum or a candy to remove the taste of his cum from your mouth.”

“I have to give to you, that blow job just now was fantastic, really great. Tried to get me so wound up that I wouldn’t notice your used cunt. Pretty clever but you got busted.”

“Peter…”

“Just get out. Leave me alone. I have no use for you right now. You fucked up big time.”

Cindy tried to reach for me and I slapped her hand away.

She looked stunned. I never had or thought of ever doing something like that. That showed how angry I was.

“Cindy, just leave before I lose it completely. We’ll talk in the morning.”

That night I cried myself to relax. This whole thing is turning into a nightmare. Why would the bitch betray me like this. I’ve bent over backwards to try to make her happy. Certainly not going to bend forward so that she can fuck me over.

The only bright spots in my life right now – a successful business, some good friends like Barb and Adele with her little girl.

To my relief and surprise there were no nightmares once I managed to calm down and go to relax.

It was raining, so golf was off. I had my second cup of coffee and sat watching but not really watching some European match on the golf channel when Cindy came down.

From the looks of her, she didn’t have a very good night either.

“Peter, can we talk or will you blow up again like last night? Not that you didn’t have a right to do that. What I did was inexcusable and I’m truly sorry.”

I just looked at her without saying a word.

“I guess, my saying ‘sorry’ doesn’t have much value anymore, does it?”
I decided to let her squirm and still didn’t say anything.

“Peter, for whatever it is worth. I mean it when I say I’m sorry. I’ve been living in a fantasy world. I think, I told you that once before when we tried the chastity thing. Well in my ‘world’ the cuckold hubby does what I tried make you do last night all the time. It gives him a rush, a form of fulfillment he can’t reach any other way. I keep forgetting that you are not wired that way. That you hate the idea of me relaxing around with other guys and that it is – maybe was – your last desperate attempt to keep me from leaving you.”

“I took that as weakness and tried to exploit it. It was wrong. I was happy when I had my brief fling every couple of weeks. Our love life had never been better. Then I got stupid.”

“Is there a way to fix this?”

“Cindy, I don’t know. I just don’t know. With that stupid move last night you shredded the last vestiges of self respect that I had left. I just don’t know. I’ll have to think about it for while.”

“Peter, I’m afraid to ask…”

“The party on Sunday?”

Cindy just nodded. Cindy had talked me into letting her have a party on our property for the people in her office. She had arranged for a caterer to bring a tent, chairs and tables for twenty as well as the food and takes. They would set up and clean up. I had nothing to do with it at all. Unfortunately it meant that the three guys from Africa would be there too.

I had met some of the folks she worked with. We didn’t really socialized with any of them as a couple except for some company functions. I could take it or leave it. I did promise to spend some time with them but also made it clear that I had no intention to make “nice” with any of the trainees.

“If you cancel you are going to be out the money for the caterer aren’t you?”

“Yes, I’ll have to pay him the rest of the contract price on Sunday, no matter what. If it rains, I can reschedule or just forget about it and the rain insurance I took out on the party will cover 95 percent of the cost.”

I gave it some thought.

“OK, you can have it. I don’t want you to lose the money. If it rains, you better let the insurance take care of it or find a different place to hold it. This place is off limits from now on involving anything with your company. Are we clear on that?”

“Peter, thank you, thank you. I love you.”

“Hold on. I’m not done. I have some other conditions.”

“Yes?” There was a look of apprehension on Cindy’s face.

“After the party, I want you and the AH gone for the whole week. I have to think very hard about our situation. Re-evaluate things and I can do that better if you and the AH are not around. I don’t care where you go, what you do, just don’t be around. Don’t try to talk to me, text me or e-mail me for the whole week. First contact will be from me to you.”

“Peter… Yeah, I can understand. I can’t say that I like it but I think I understand. One part is easy, at least at the beginning. I’m going out of town Monday morning to a convention in Seattle that lasts until Thursday. With all our troubles, I forgot to mention it to you. It would be great if I could come home on Friday but, if not I’ll find a place to stay. Same for D. He won’t be here. I’ll try to find a permanent place for him to stay until it’s time for him to go back. It should only be another month but then there was talk about extending his stay by two more.”

“That will work. I’ll think about you coming home on Friday. I’ll let you know one way or the other. Having the AH off the property hopefully will help heal the rift between us – that is if you can stay away from him which I’m not sure of.”

“I have a bad feeling about the two of you. Until now I’ve always felt that you were totally in command of your sexual adventures. Not so sure any longer. He seems to have more influence over you. I think some of your crazy notions have been inspired by him. Remember I got a recording of your conversation outside our door where he suggested leaving the full condoms on the bed. So I don’t know if things can be repaired until he’s gone for good.”

Cindy was silent as she mulled over what I had said. Eventually she got up without saying another word, went into the kitchen and fixed herself something to eat. I took a book and my Ipod and went out on the patio, the roofed over section and tried to read. The music helped but it was hard to concentrate on the book. Too many competing thoughts going through my head. I prayed for thunderstorms for tomorrow.

Of course my prayers were not answered and it was a beautiful day and soon most of Cindy’s guests were wearing bathing suits using the cottage as changing room. To my surprise, Cindy came out of the house wearing her most conservative bathing suit, a one piece with nice cleavage and high cut legs, but something that would be acceptable at the pool in Disney World or some other family oriented resort.

Then there were the two sluts that brought the other two black fellows with them. One has been through at least three or four husbands and she was there in a skimpy bikini. Her name is Susan and I’ve met her before.

The other one is Karin, a truly spectacular female specimen with store bought boobs but she wore them well on her six foot tall one hundred fifty pound plus frame. What was weird, was her husband, a shy guy dressed in a suit and tie. Always looking at the ground, never at anybody directly. I did catch him throwing brief glances at his wife as she was making out with the black fellow staying with them. Is this were Cindy has been getting her weird and extreme ideas? Was it Karin that has corrupted her after I sprung the idea of some occasional fling? Clearly the guy was deathly afraid of her and tried his best to stay out of the way but still reacted quickly when the demand for a fresh beer or some food was snapped at him.

I was at the fringe of things, just watching as things turned to getting a bit more sexually – not that it was turning into an orgy, at least not yet but there was plenty of groping and stuff.

Suddenly I felt a pair of soft breasts pressing against my back, clearly larger than Cindy’s and hands snaked around, starting to tease my nipples.

“Cindy says that things are not so good between you since she brought D home. Maybe Petey needs a bit of a diversion. You know (her one hand was snaking down towards my groin) what’s good for the goose is good for the gander. Cindy brags about your pussy eating s*******s. I sure would like to check them out.”

By that time I had myself gently untangled from Susan and looked at her.

With all the rubbing against my back her one half of the bikini top had slipped and one breast was bare. Quite nice.

She caught me looking at her.

“You like, don’t you?” She teased her nipple to a pretty spectacular size.

“Want a taste Petey? I’ll be happy to let you taste something else too. Totally clean. My MAN hasn’t been near it since last night. What do you say, we sneak off into the house. I’m sure Cindy won’t mind. Maybe you can relax and accept things for now. Let it ride ‘til D goes home. Maybe she’ll be over it and you can go back to…”

“Thanks but no thanks Susan. I have to admit, an attractive offer but I’m married and take my vows serious. I will never have sex with another woman as long as Cindy and I are married.”

“I think I’ll go and look for Cindy.”

“Come on Petey.”

I must have frowned.

“Sorry, Peter. Cindy told me about that too.”

“Looks like you know more about her and our life than I do.”

“Please, let’s just have a take and talk. That is the one thing I miss about my last husband. It was fun talking to him. Have arguments, not about our marriage but things in science, literature and music. He was quite an opera fan and got me interested.”

It became clear to me that this was just an attempt to keep me distracted, keep me from looking for Cindy.

“OK, why don’t you wait here. I’ll get us a couple of takes.”

With that I left her, not having any intentions of returning. As I walked through the crowd, it became clear that it would not take much more holy water to turn this thing into an orgy. I was not going to stand for that. Now I really had to find Cindy and tell her the get things cooled down in a hurry or I would send every one packing.

Well I found her behind some bushes with the AH. He had one hand inside the bathing suit fingering her ass while the other mauled a breast he or Cindy had pulled out.

I just lost it and went up to them and gave them a shove. They were not to steady on their feet because of the way they had been standing and both stumred. Cindy landed on her ass – speechless while the AH caught himself. Not for long – I landed a quick punch into his gut and the other to his chin and he sat down too.

“Get your ass of my property and never come back.”

He tried to get up but I kicked him in the head and he went down again. I’m not a violent man and at that moment was totally mortified that I let my rage get the best over me.

“Peter…”

I ignored Cindy and went back to the party. Pulled the plug on the music.

“OK listen up. The party is over. Everyone get your stuff and leave right now. You’ve got fifteen minutes before I call the cops.”

I headed towards the house and was almost there when one of the black guys caught up with me and grabbed my shoulder.

“Don’t touch me. Like I said get off my property and take that asshole whose been living here with you.”

“Where is he?”

“I don’t know, last time was behind those bushes when I put him on his ass for trying to **** my wife.”

That’s when he lost it and tried to take a swing at me. I let him but stepped back enough that it really didn’t hurt but would look good on the security cameras. So I gave him the same double combo, put him on his ass. Mostly I assume because of the surprise rather than my punching power. But my hands hurt, so I must have gotten both of those clowns pretty good.

I went into the house and locked up. When I didn’t see any movements towards them leaving I called the local cops. I was pretty thick with them ever since I arranged for them to have a charity golf tournament at the country club twice a year. I got hold of the sergeant on duty, it so happened that knew him from back in high school and told him what was going on. That my wife had some friends from work over, that it was turning into an orgy which I didn’t cotton to and had asked them to leave. However they seemed to be pretty reluctant to follow my wishes.

“Teddy, I don’t want any arrest, not unless they give your guys a hard time and resist. I just want the bunch off my property. There is a caterer. He can stay and get his stuff packed up in an orderly manner. They didn’t do anything wrong. If Cindy makes a fuss, bring her up to the house.

When the cops pulled up, I went back out on the patio and watched the show. Clearly every one, including Cindy had thought I was bluffing about the cops. Guess what. I didn’t.

Cindy came up to the patio with a full head of steam. To her credit, she had put herself back together again, fixed her make-up and put some sort of sun dress over her bathing suit.

“Peter, how the hell can you do this to ME. You’ve totally embarrassed me in front of my friends. Assaulted two of them…”

“Cindy, shut up. There is nothing to talk about.”

”The party is over. Go upstairs and pack what you need to pack for your trip and the rest of the week. I meant what I said yesterday about not wanting you or that AH around. He better take all of his cuckolds brownie because he’s not coming back here. If he shows, I’ll have him arrested for trespassing. Oh and the security cameras caught some interesting stuff your bosses might not be too interested in. It would create problems for them if it came out, including one of the black guys trying to assault me. I’ve got on tape. He hit me first. So get off your fuckin’ high horse, pack your stuff and get lost for at least a week.”

I got up, walked into my office and locked the door. I was done. Not sure about Cindy but done with that black clown staying here and her games.

Half an hour or so later that was a soft knock on my office door.

“Peter, I’m leaving now. The caterer has been paid in full. Everybody is gone. I’m sorry…”

I waited but there was nothing else.

A bit later, the door bell rang. As I looked through the window there was one of the guys working as caterer. What the…? Cindy said she paid them.

I opened the door.

“Yes?”

“Sir, here is some leftover food from the party. I thought you might want it.”

He had a bag with several foam containers.

Thank you, very thoughtful of you. I appreciate it. Saves me from cooking for a few nights. By the way, the food was really good. Any one asks if I can recommend a caterer, I’ll refer them to you.”

“You are welcome, it’s yours anyway since your wife paid for it. And thanks for being willing to give us references. We are pretty new around here and can use a good word.”

“Well you got it. Any customer asking for references, just have them call me. I’ll be happy to tell them you did a first class job.”

We shook hands and he left.

That night I got takes. Something I hadn’t done since my last year in high school.

I woke up around three AM in my chair in the living room with an empty bottle of cognac and a wall to wall headache.

I just barely made it to the toilet when most of it came back out. Not sure if it was just the holy water or also what had transpired the previous afternoon.

Eventually I stopped heaving. I went upstairs, took an almost cold shower and went to bed. It took a while to settle my mind down but once arelax, I didn’t have the dreaded nightmares.

I woke up around nine and was starving. So I got up, did my morning thing and then off to the kitchen for some breakfast. First a large glass of OJ then I decided that I needed a treat of bacon and eggs and lots of strong coffee.

I felt a lot better after eating. I got a refill and went into the office to check on e-mails and what was on my schedule at work. Luck would have it, nothing that couldn’t wait a day.

So I called up Adele.

Amy Lou answered the phone.

“Hello, this is Amy Lou. I go get Mommy.”

There was silence for a bit, then “hello”.

“Good morning Adele, I hope that all is well.”

“Yes, thank you.”

There clearly was a question mark at the end of that sentence.

“Adele I had a really crappy weekend and could stand being around a couple of nice and caring ladies. I’ll be no good at work and would like to invite Amy Lou and you to a trip to the zoo.”

“Peter, what’s going on? Is it really bad?”

“Yes it was and still is. That’s why I desperately need a diversion. I didn’t mean to intrude into your life but it sure would give me a lift if I could spend today with the two of you. I promise, I won’t be sad, morose or boring.”

That chuckle on the other end of the line was all I needed.

“OK, I accept if you let me cook dinner for the three of us after our visit to the zoo.”

“Girl, you have yourself a deal. When do you want me to come and get you?

“Make it an hour from now, two ladies need to get dolled up for their handsome prince.

We had a really great time. I think my best moment for Adele and I was when suddenly Amy Lou grabbed my hand.

“Can we please go back to the monkeys? They are silly and I like watching them.”

“Of course we can. You want to walk or ride piggy back on my shoulders?”

“Piggy back, piggy back.”

I swear I saw a tear in Adele’s eye. Sure looks like there is at least one man in that little girl’s life that is OK.

When we got back to Adele’s condo, she whipped up a Shrimp Etouffee that was out of this world. That Louisiana lady knew how to cook. Shortly after dinner Amy Lou was ready for bed. Adele gave her a quick bath and we took turns reading a story to her. By page six or seven she was out.

A momentous day for a young lady who had gone through such trauma.

Adele and I sat on her couch with a glass of wine and I told her what had gone on starting with Friday. I got close to breaking down a couple of times but essentially managed without the waterworks.

“So what are you going to do? Going to dump her stupid ass for good?”

I don’t know if I was reading something into her words but they sounded almost wistful. I remembered Barbs words. Winn that little girl over and Adele will be yours for the rest of your life.

Well, I had the little girl. Question was, did I want to give up on Cindy and me.

Very interesting twist and turns. Thanks for your time and effort.