This story contains elements of cuckoldry, bisexuality, chastity, feminine domination, humiliation, and a whole bunch of fuckery. If these aren't your scene, then you should probably search for something else.
If you are picking this up mid-story, you should go back and read the previous chapters.
All characters involved in sexual activity are over the age of eighteen. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is just plain tragic.
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As she fell asleep, Amanda thought about her current situation. Jeff did so much for her, and what he couldn't do for her, he allowed her to seek outside the marriage. He went along with the movie plan. Why did she get so mean to him when she got sexually excited? If there was any alcohol involved, she lost all control. When she started dissing him, the rest of the crew did as well. Jeff didn't deserve that. She thought about what the team thought about her now. As bad as she looked in the mirror on the day after, how badly did they see her the night before? She was going to take the next day off from her job and spend some time with Jeff. "Gotta fix things at home first," she thought as she fell asleep.
Jeff enjoyed cuddling Amanda. He hoped she felt better. As angry as he was about her behavior, he still loved her very much. He worried that Darnell was right about her 'burning out.' But tonight, they were safe in each other's arms.
Amanda awoke first. She kissed Jeff's forehead and went out to the kitchen. She was going to make breakfast for them today. While she was making coffee, she called in sick. She just about had finished cooking when Jeff strolled into the kitchen.
"What's all this," Jeff asked, looking at the spread.
"I want to make a peace offering to you. I've been a real shit to you lately, while you've done everything for me. I've called out for the day; it's just you and me today," she said.
Jeff walked to her, took her in his arms, and kissed her. "Offering accepted," he said.
They finished the prep together and sat at the table with their breakfast.
"This French toast is excellent," Jeff said.
"You probably forgot that I knew how to cook," Amanda laughed.
"Well, where I work out of the home, it has been more efficient for me to do most of the housework," Jeff said, "With your time spent commuting, it probably balances out."
"Doesn't make it right for me to take advantage or take it for granted," she said.
"I enjoy this fresh perspective, I don't want to be a downer, but you've made a few promises before," he said.
"I've broken a lot of promises to you; I'm not proud of it. I can't erase them; all I can say is, I'll try not to do it again, I'll probably fail, and I'll try again," she said, choking back a cry.
"And I'll give you another chance, and then probably other chances after that," Jeff replied, wiping a tear from her cheek. They kissed.
"So where do we stand," Amanda asked softly.
"I'm more worried about you than angry," Jeff answered, "You get out of control sometimes."
"I'm going to cut back on the booze when we're out. I think that's most of my problem," Amanda said.
"That would be a start. I've also decided to avoid the cast or company social events myself. If you want to go, that's fine, but that means I won't be there to bail you out if you lose it like the other night," Jeff said.
"It won't be any fun without you," Amanda replied.
"That's bullshit, Amanda. Once other people showed up, you didn't even know I was there. I sat out on the deck most of the night. You only wondered about where I was when you wanted me to clean your cunt. It might be fun for you and the others, but I haven't had such a great time," Jeff said.
"How can I make it up to you?" Amanda asked.
"Amanda, you keep telling me that you're going to make it up or do something special for me, and it never materializes. We were supposed to do something special last weekend. The cast party and its aftermath screwed that up. So how do you make it up?" Jeff asked.
"I took today off," Amanda said, "We're spending time together."
"I appreciate that, but somehow I don't see this as being a makeup for anything. It's reparative, of course. But I doubt I'm going to feel whole after today is over," Jeff replied.
"We can fool around," she suggested.
"I can't bring myself to it," Jeff said, "The imagery of the other night is still fresh in my mind."
"It hurts when you turn me down; I understand, though," Amanda said with a tear. "So, how do we fix it?"
"It may fix itself if we stop breaking it. You start following through on your commitments to me. You stop making promises that you cannot or won't keep. You don't treat your friends that way; why is it ok to treat me that way?" Jeff asked.
"I know I take you for granted; you're my anchor. I shouldn't, but I know I do," Amanda said tearfully.
"Then stop taking me for granted; I'm not going to put up with playing second fiddle forever," Jeff said.
"You'd leave me?" Amanda asked; the tears were flowing now.
"I have needs that aren't being met. I have made concessions to see that yours are. Those concessions shouldn't be causing as much pain as they are. At some point, you'll break me, and I'll leave," Jeff explained.
"Then tell me how to make it up to you!" Amanda shouted.
"I guess you don't get it; you can't make it up. Focus on stopping further damage. I can't trust any of your promises, and that's what hurts the most," Jeff whispered. He got up and started bussing the table. He was trying to expend his nervous energy.
Amanda followed him to the sink and hugged him from behind. "I'll do better. I hope I can earn your trust again.
He turned around and hugged her back. "I hope so. I've already made quite the investment in us, but the continuing heartache at some point will be worse than just ending our relationship," he said.
"I'll try harder; I will," she said.
"Time will tell," Jeff said, breaking the hug and walking out of the kitchen, heading for a shower.
Amanda stood alone in the kitchen. When she heard the shower, she went upstairs to the bathroom, undressed, and poked her head in the shower. "Got room for another in there? I'll scrub yours if you scrub mine?" she asked.
"Come on in the water's fine," Jeff said, holding her hand as she entered the shower. They hugged and kissed. They eventually washed themselves and each other. When finished, they toweled each other off. "I could never tire of looking at you, Amanda; you're so beautiful," Jeff said, hugging her.
"Take me to bed, no games today. I want to make love with you; please don't make me beg," Amanda whispered.
