Authors Note:
This work is about the discovery of a couple on the verge of divorce due to certain incompatibilities. It's quite long and I am posting it in chapters to help make it easier to read.
I'm also posting this in exhibitionism / voyeur, as there is a lot of this in this work. I hope you all enjoy this sexy little yarn.
Thanks to ChiefHal for his proofreading assistance.
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"So, Barry, Amanda, tell me, how did the week go?"
"It was a fucking disaster!" My wife, Amanda, snapped. "He couldn't even do the fucking laundry right. Shit, half of my bras are now pink!"
"Hey, I couldn't help it one of your stupid red socks was left in the washing machine! Maybe you should have made sure they were all out, the last time you did laundry!" I snapped back at her.
After twelve years together, our relationship was a fucking train wreck. I was madly in love with her when we got married. We were so good together. Both of us graduating college together, coordinating our job searches to end up in the same city, finding housing together and then finally taking the big step, getting married. It seemed perfect, at least to me. It wasn't two years later, the trouble started. Her career seemed to become more important to her than I was. Traveling around the country, but not with me, long days in meetings but not with me, late into the evening work sessions, power dinners with clients, you get the idea. I'd often suggested that some of her trips included more entertainment than was allowed in a marriage, which she vehemently denied, though it was getting harder and harder to convince me otherwise.
Late night phone calls and texts from her male bosses at the law firm didn't make things any better. She kept calling me childish, for my concerns about what was happening to us, telling me to be more like her, more focused on my career. I countered that I wanted her to be less a stuck up, hyper focused, fancy dressing bitch, and spend more time doing things I liked to do, like fish and hunt and camp. It was, after all, part of MY career to engage in activities that utilized the products I was part of designing. The last vacation we took together was cut short because she hated having to sleep in a tent, hated having to cook on an open fire, and hated to sit out around an open fire, when we could just as easily be comfortably housed in a nice hotel with a soft bed, eating in a fancy restaurant, and sitting around a gas fireplace in a cozy bar.
I, of course, made the mistake of accusing her of knowing all that from experience, but not with me. Like I said, vacation got cut short. This was the last-ditch effort. I still loved her, and I wanted to find a way to get her to loosen up, to relax, to stop being what she had turned into, and more like what she had been, what WE had been during those first years together. Maybe it was a lost hope, but I was willing to try anything before giving up. Rachel, our fifty-year old marriage counselor, had given us a task. We were to do each other's chores for the last week, each of us taking over the other's responsibilities, besides work that is. So, she did the cooking, and I did the dishes and cleaning. She mowed the lawn, sort of, breaking the lawnmower in the process. Since it would have been my job to fix it, I made her try to do it. I had to say, it was almost comical to watch, as she tried to crawl under the riding mower to replace the jumped belt, wearing a fancy spandex designer jogging suit. By the time she had herself wedged under the mower, the zipper on the front of the suit was split open, her pants were worked so far down her hips that I could see her panty covered pubic mound, and like I said, she was stuck, with her jogging suit caught over a lever, that she couldn't see from her position. The harder she tried to free herself, the more of her lower body was exposed. I got a good laugh, which pissed her off to no end, making her then refuse my help to even get un-stuck. Eventually she got the belt on and herself unstuck from the mower, though not without ripping her jump suit. She did look pretty sexy getting up from the ground, her pants and underwear worked down enough to show off her bare, grass stained butt with her jogging top ripped and separated so that her lace bra covered tits were exposed.
No, she didn't think It was funny at all, and it was all the less funny when the first load of white clothes came out of the washer a subtle pink, due to an errant red sock. No, the weekend didn't go very well.
"So, what you're saying, is that changing duties didn't do anything?" Rachel asked sweetly.
"Oh, it did something. It confirmed for me that any smart woman would hire a lawn service, instead of doing it herself." My wife snapped.
"I see. So, as far as you're concerned, there isn't anything positive that came out of it?"
"I thought there was." I said quickly. "She always belittles the outside chores and things I do. She got a taste of what it's like to have to do those chores."
"And like I said. Any smart woman would hire a company to take care of the yard, so she didn't have to crawl around under a mower, getting dirty and torn up. I don't know how you can put up with doing that kind of shit!"
Rachel sat and shook her head. "Alright. Let's not start a fight. We both know this is a safe place. Anything can be said without a fight, right?"
"Yeah, okay." Amanda said quietly.
"I'm just going to say this. I think both of you are acting like children. Neither of you wants to make the slightest move to balance out your issues. I don't see any other option than a trial separation!"
I looked at her stunned. I was hoping that she could find a way to resolve some of our differences. But this...this was basically calling it a lost cause after only half a dozen meetings. "There isn't something else we can try? Something we haven't done? It's all over?"
"About time!" My wife said, with a scowl.
"I said TRIAL separation. Take some time apart, to let you focus on what is really important in your life. Now, during a separation, neither of you has the right to challenge or complain about the other's actions or choices. What happens during the separation is completely protected. That means; that if you want to explore a relationship with someone, the other can't complain."
"And by relationship you mean she can go and fuck her bosses outright, without me being able to complain?"
"I've never cheated on you! You know that!" Amanda snapped angrily.
"Yeah Right. Maybe not in front of me, but I'm not at all convinced it hasn't happened on one of those many late work nights."
"Oh? And Suzanne's and your swim suits just happen to fall off accidently at the same time?"
"You know damn well I didn't do that. She did. She was just objecting to her husband having his hand on your pussy, when you two thought we weren't looking."
"That's not true! He didn't have his hand on my pussy!"
"Oh yeah. I forgot. You're so prudish now that you won't even wear a bikini any more. Too bad for him. I have no doubt that if you weren't wearing a one-piece suit, that he'd have had your bottoms pushed down, and his fingers in you long before she got mad and did what she did!"
"Alright! Stop you two! As of this moment, you're officially separated. If she wants to fuck her boss, that's her choice, yes. But the same goes for you. If you want to explore a physical relationship with someone else, she can't complain."
"Like I would care? I'm ready to be done. I don't care who he fucks or when or where. I just want out." My almost, ex-wife snapped angrily.
"Understood. Now this is a trial because, well, it's meant to allow you to have a taste of what's on the other side of the fence. The old saying, the grass is greener isn't just a saying, it's often the truth because once you have that, what you had might actually look better, than you thought it was. Now, we could let this trial separation go for a few months and let things take a natural course. But I like a bit more of a direct approach. We're going to do a wife swap. Just for a week."
"A wife swap," we both asked, in unison?
"That's what I said. I have a lot of clients, and I actually have the perfect mates for both you, or at least what you have indicated you think the perfect mate would be. For you, Amanda, a very career minded man, that is exactly what you have complained Barry isn't. Barry, I found a perfect mate for you, a sweet young woman that loves the outdoors, and enjoys being in a relaxed environment."
"I don't see anything wrong with that." I nodded.
"So, Barry. I want you to plan a week vacation, away from work and the rigors of life. I want it to be the kind of vacation you always envisioned taking Amanda on. Assume that if Amanda were there, she would do and enjoy everything you suggest."
"That shouldn't be hard." I agreed.
"Amanda. You will be spending seven days with your perfect man. You will be his wife, in all the ways that matter. He's expecting a dedicated, career focused woman, that any senior executive would be happy to show off to his peers."
"When you say wife in all the ways that matter, you mean sex too, right?"
"Of course. What relationship wouldn't include sex? Does it bother you?"
"Well, I don't even know him."
"No, you don't, but trust me, he's everything you have spent weeks trying to convince me Barry isn't."
"And Barry will be having sex with miss outdoors?"
Rachel chuckled. "Amanda! Be careful. You almost sound like you care!"
"I don't. He can fuck anyone he wants." She snapped back.
"Good. I want you both back tomorrow at noon. Barry, expect to take your wife home with you. She will have the same things to bring with her that Amanda is going to take with her. Amanda, you are allowed to bring any medications, cosmetics, your electrical devices and chargers, things you need for work. You can bring your driver's license but no credit cards or money. The only clothing you are allowed is the clothes you wear. You will be totally dependent on your new husband for everything you need, as will Liang, or 'miss outdoors' as you call her. She will be completely dependent on Barry to provide everything she needs and desires. Any questions?"
"What will I be doing, with this new husband of mine?" Amanda asked.
Rachel shrugged. "He's dedicated to his career advancement. I told him you were a very attractive, driven woman, intent on advancing her career, and he should plan appropriately."
"That doesn't say much."
"Actually, I think it says a lot. It is exactly what you have chastised Barry for NOT being. I wouldn't expect a dedicated career chaser to take a vacation, not when career advancement is on the line trying to land a very important client. Now, both of you, go home and I'll see you back here tomorrow."
I got up and walked out of the office, Amanda following along, with the distinct clop, clop, of her high heels. She followed me down to the parking garage and our car. I dropped into the driver's seat while she climbed into the passenger side and we started out for the half hour drive home.
"So, what are you going to do?" Amanda asked quietly.
"Dunno yet. I was thinking about the lake."
"Miss outdoors will probably like that."
"Maybe." I nodded. "If she doesn't come with clothing, we're gonna have to stop somewhere and get her things. Sounds like she isn't even allowed to bring underwear."
"You'll like that." She said with a sarcastic chuckle. "Maybe you can save some money and not even buy her any. God knows, you tried to get me to walk around without any enough times."
"Just because I like your body." I answered. "There was a time when you wouldn't have objected."
