"Hi Greg ... where are you?" Helen's voice was tentative ... nervous ... maybe even scared?
"In the office working ... where are you?"
"Umm ... on Ray's boat at the Marina ... could you pick me up please?" There was a time when Greg would have rushed to do as she asked but Helen was about to find out that things had changed.
"Are you OK? Have you been drinking?"
"No ... no ... nothing like that."
Greg let his tone of voice become more conspiratorial, "Have you been fucking him?"
Helen giggled, "I might have."
Greg's tone changed in an instant, "Good ... then you can drive yourself home, the truck is in the café carpark where you left it. I'll be here in the office when you get home," and he ended the call."
Ellie chose that exact moment to walk into the office, "Wow ... what just happened there?"
"Greg just grew some balls and a backbone ... that's what happened there," he said tersely.
"Right," she said and turned and walked out. He sighed as he watched her cut ass wiggle out the door. Yet another big fat FAIL for the day and he knew that it was only going to get worse.
Helen pulled up in the driveway and sat thinking. She really didn't know how to deal with what was about to happen ... on the one hand she felt really angry because Greg was obviously angry with her but on the other hand she wanted to cry because she had, yet again, made some bad and irrational decisions that were about to bite her in the ass.
The latest bad decision ... to go back to Ray's boat with him hadn't seemed so bad at the time. She was really upset that Greg had followed her to the coffee shop to mend some fences and Ray had driven him away.
She couldn't believe what was happening and by the time she recovered the ability to speak Greg had gone. Helen knew now that it had been Ray's plan to get her onto his boat all the time. She had wanted to meet him at the café to find out what he knew about Alex and to ask him to start spreading the word about her business.
Ray was that sort of guy, he picked up all sorts of information about all sort of people and, because he knew so many people, he could really give a business a major boost just by mentioning it to some of his contacts.
But after the encounter with Greg she was mess ... and of course, Ray was very concerned and supportive and loving. He held her till she stopped crying, he stroked her hand and showered her with affection and suggested that they go back to his boat where things would be private and she would be able to calm down.
At first, she had resisted his suggestions because she knew what would happen once he had her there. There had been some seriously wild fuck sessions on that boat with Ray ... and sometimes with his friends and she knew that she would not be able to resist the temptation to fuck his brains out ... not once ... oh they never did it just once ... but multiple times.
And of course that was exactly what happened. She had only just stepped through the door into the main cabin and he was kissing her neck and throat and she was searching for his cock. It might have been 8am but the time of day had never bothered them before and it didn't this time either.
Ray could get her naked faster than any guy she knew and he didn't disappoint her this time. Her blouse and bra were gone almost in the blink of an eye and her skirt came off while he was trying to suck her brains out through her nipples
The next time she saw the clock on the cabin wall it was midday, and she was leaking large amounts of cum from her pussy and her ass. Of course Ray was an absolute gentleman and didn't just kick her out ... there was a warm shower in a cosy space that just fitted the two of them and there were thick fluffy towels to enjoy.
So she was feeling more than mellow when she called Greg but in the blink of an eye Greg had turned her warm inner glow into a wave of cold fear when he left her to drive home by herself.
Greg could have made her sit in front of his desk like some low-level employee who was about to be fired but instead he had suggested that they sit out in the living room where they could face each other as equals rather than with a desk between them.
"So, what do we talk about first ... the fact that you're still seeing Alex? The certainty you had that it was me who beat him up? The fact that there is another man ... I presume that's the 'Ray' you have mentioned before who passes himself off as me without a peep from you, or the fact that when we should have talking about these issues you were busy fucking your brains out with him?"
Helen looked at her husband and was scared. She wasn't scared that he would hurt her physically ... he had never done that, and she was sure that he never would ... but this was a different Greg to the husband and lover she had encountered whenever they had a difference of opinion.
In the past Greg had always been about conciliation ... finding a win / win outcome and never looking to assign blame to either party ... but this time Greg was different and she realised that he wasn't looking for a shared win ... he wanted her to see how responsible she was for where they were now.
He wasn't going to be conciliatory ... he wanted to be victorious and she would have to pay a price that was yet to be determined.
"Before we start talking about this there are two points I want to make. The first is that I understand that you have problems because of your Hashimoto's disease ... it affects you in ways that are hard for you to deal with and hard for me to understand ... but you need to understand that it can't be an excuse for everything.
"At some point you have to step up and take responsibility for your own actions and not blame everything on your illness.
"The second point is that you have pushed me to the point where I've either had to grow some balls and a spine or you were going to walk all over me. And the latest news update is that I'm not Mr Nice Guy anymore.
"I am supposed to be your husband and one of your lovers ... maybe the most important one. I am not your slave to call whenever you need a lift home from some grubby little man's bed. And while my initials make up part of the name of your business it doesn't change a thing ... your business is your business and I'm not going to work myself into the ground to make it a success ... or to continually pull your pussy out of the fire.
"I will help you wherever I can but don't expect me to do your work while you're out fucking some other guy.
"So, now we have those non-negotiable things out of the way, which of those four topics I mentioned earlier, do you want to start with?"
Helen didn't know where to start ... she knew that she was on solid ground when it came to the question of whether she had been seeing Alex while telling Greg that they had broken up but she had no excuse at all for instantly blaming him for the bashing or the stupid idea that she should go and see him.
