I'm still of a mind that this is a romance story but, perhaps, not in the traditional sense. In the end though it is just that, a story and not real life.
If you haven't read parts 1 & 2, I suggest you do, to fully understand what has happened, before reading part 3.
As always comments, constructive and critical, are welcome.
Enjoy.
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There is always a choice
Part 3
Hurrying up the stairs to their first floor flat Samantha glanced around her nervously, hoping that none of her neighbours saw her arriving home in last night's dress. Turning her key in the lock she pushed the front door open and wondered exactly what sort of reaction she was going to get from her husband.
"Babe. Are you ok? I've been so worried." Ben leapt up off the sofa as soon as his wife came through the doorway, "What happened? Did he.... you know?"
Her intention had been to rip into him, but as soon as she saw him that plan went out of the window. It was obvious he had barely slept and looked so dejected and miserable that Sam just couldn't bring herself to do it, even though he thoroughly deserved it.
Instead, she flopped down onto the sofa, her blue dress riding up around the tops of her thighs, and just looked at him without speaking.
"Do you want a coffee?" He asked hesitantly, obviously expecting her to rant at him over what had happened.
"Sure, why not." She sighed resignedly, despite the fact that she wanted him to go, she decided it could wait till later.
Leaning back, she was unable to suppress the feeling of sexual contentment that filled her after her incredible erotic liaison with Rob Howell the previous night.
"I'm sorry... I'm really, really sorry... you're right it's all my fault."
A stumbling apology was about all he could manage to mumble before he scurried off into the kitchen.
Waiting for him to make the coffee Samantha sat and stared at the wall wondering just what she was going to do now.
She knew she needed some time to get her life together.
'What would she do about Rob's suggestion to become a whore?'
'How was she going to cover the rent or bills with Ben gone?
There was no way she was going to put up with his gambling any longer, she was sure of that at least. But once she was on her own what was the next step for her? She needed a job but could she accept Rob's proposition and actually become an escort?
And then, if she did that, what about his comment that there were other opportunities she might want to consider.
'What sort of openings was he talking about?'
"Coffee babe."
Ben returned with two mugs and interrupted her deliberations.
"Thanks, but I'm not your babe anymore." She took the cup without really looking at him.
He ignored her comment, "What happened last night? Did he..."
Sitting down on the sofa next to her he looked at her, his expression one of absolute desolation.
"It's no longer any of your business." Sam responded a little more acerbically than she actually intended, "We're not together anymore, I told you I don't love you."
"Please Sam.... I need to know if..."
"If he fucked me? Or maybe if he's bigger than you? Is that what you want me to tell you?" She glared at him balefully, "Is it?"
"I... I love you Sam. Can't we...."
His forlorn look of abject misery almost made her feel sorry for him until she thought back to how his gambling had ruined her life and destroyed her dreams.
"Can't we what?"
Ben stared disconsolately down at his feet, "Try again?"
Sam snorted in disgust, "So you can throw even more money down the drain and put us even deeper in debt. I don't think so."
"Please...." He whispered wretchedly, "I'll stop... I... I'll have therapy. Anything you want."
She stared at him in disbelief, his pathetic pleading making her want to punch him after all the heartache he had put her through.
"No, Ben it's too late. And yes, he did fuck me. Last night and twice this morning, just so you know." She stated contemptuously wanting to hurt him, "And he has the biggest cock I've ever seen."
Ben stared at her for a second before getting up and stumbling away into the bathroom where, moments later, she heard the sound of him throwing up.
Waiting until he returned, she sipped her hot coffee and tried not to feel guilty as she made a mental list of all the things that she needed to do later that day.
He looked pale when he eventually came back into the room.
"Please Sam, can't we at least talk about what's happened?"
Samantha nodded, "Sure. I'll go and get changed then we can sit down and talk properly but I still want us to separate Ben."
Getting up she took her mug through to the bedroom and took off her blue dress changing into jeans and a casual top. Then she put her long hair up into a pony tail before slowly making her way back to the living room, dreading the discussion that she knew they needed to have.
Returning to the lounge she perched on the edge of the couch and waited, nervously fiddling with her cup, watching her husband as he gazed back at her. Neither of them spoke for a minute or two as they sat and considered the situation they were in.
"So, what now?" Ben finally broke the profound silence that had settled over them.
Sam shrugged indifferently, "I want you to move out so I can try to get my life back together."
"But what if I promised...."
"For fuck's sake, no more promises Ben. You've broken so many and I'm fed up hearing them. I don't love you anymore."
His downcast countenance made it plain to her that he understood she meant what she said.
"But I love you Sam... I mean it." He tried to hold her hand but she pulled away, "I'll do whatever you want."
"Maybe you would, but I'm not sure if I've really loved you for a long time now."
"So, you... you're going to leave me for... for Rob?" Ben suddenly blurted out.
"What? Where did you get that idea from?" She looked at him in total amazement.
His desolate expression said everything to her but he still put it into words.
"I've heard about his reputation and you.... you said he was.... big. Besides that, you said it was all my fault."
"Let me be clear, I'm not going anywhere with Robert Howell. I want to be on my own." She told him firmly, absolutely certain that she didn't mean it, "And yes, it is all your fault."
Ben looked totally crestfallen at her statement but nodded his agreement.
Taking a deep breath Sam continued, "You are a complete tosser for getting us into this mess and maybe one day I'll forgive you but right now I... I just don't want you. I can't take any more of your lies and your gambling."
The surprise in his eyes was genuine at the comment she might forgive him eventually.
"As far as Rob Howell goes, yes he has a very big cock. Certainly, the biggest I've ever had inside me. Although I've only yours and two others to compare him to."
She was brutally honest, knowing her words would be a complete put down to him.
"Oh... then..." He started to interrupt her but she held up her hand to stop him.
"Let me finish. He fucked me last night and twice this morning and he came in me every time." Sam tried to keep her little speech as basic as possible, "And before you ask, yes he made me come, certainly more than anyone else ever has."
"So... you... you prefer him... to... to me." Her husband stared at her and stammered hesitantly.
"Right now, I don't prefer anyone but if I had to choose who I had sex with then yes, I'd let Rob fuck me."
"I'm sorry, it's.... it's just that I.... I don't want to lose you." Ben stated quietly.
"It's a bit late for that." Samantha responded bitterly, "You don't want to lose me but you were happy to gamble away our money and for me to sleep with him?"
He blushed scarlet at his wife's comment and squirmed in his seat.
Glancing down at the front of his pants she was surprised to see his erection tenting out the material.
"Oh my god, it's turning you on even now!" Sam exclaimed deeply shocked at this unexpected revelation.
His hands dropped to cover his bulge and he flushed a deeper shade of crimson.
"I... I... yes... it is." He eventually admitted.
Suddenly she felt a little better over what had happened with Rob.
Quietly contemplating what had just been said between the two of them she sat and wondered what it might mean for her future.
"This doesn't change anything. I still want us to separate Ben, I can't deal with your gambling addiction. I need time on my own." Sam finally broke the silence that had descended over them again.
"You just want time to fuck him, don't you?" Her husband's retort was both angry and miserable.
"Yes." The answer she gave him was softly spoken and she didn't look up at him, "If I want to then yes, I'll fuck him again and then again."
Pausing for a moment she continued, "He's an arrogant, egotistical arsehole and when you hear the rest of what I have to say you might not be so aroused by all this."
"Why? What happened?" Ben suddenly wanted to know.
Biting her lip nervously Sam told him, filling him in with everything Rob had said to her.
"What? I don't understand." Her husband looked confused as she stopped for a moment to let her words sink in.
Taking a deep breath, she finished what she had to tell him, "He just wanted to add me to his list. He doesn't especially want me again. In fact, he said I was just another little scrubber."
Even as she said it, she wondered what the situation between her and Rob Howell really was. He had called her a scrubber for sure but he had also told her he would be there when she called.
'What had he meant when he said he'd be there?'
'He had said she was very, very fanciable. Did that mean he actually fancied her?'
"Why did he have to be so bloody sexy?'
"Sam?" Her husband's voice pulled her back from the thoughts that had suddenly occupied her attention.
"What?"
Ben looked as puzzled as his wife had been, "What do you mean? Where does it leave us?"
She shrugged, "I'm not sure exactly. He suggested I start stripping at one of his friend's clubs or become an escort, it even sounded like he might pimp me out to his... his business associates."
