Edited by: HannahAarons.
When I read Agena's story "A Joke" I wondered if I would have handled the situation as Jim did, if it had been me. I came to the conclusion that no, I would do it differently. Thinking about it for some time, I asked Agena if I could write how I would have tackled the problem if one of my friends and my wife had played a joke on me as Roger and Flo did on Jim. I advice you to read Agena's story first if you have not read it before -- at least the first chapter. I start my ending at the point where Jim is released from the handcuffs:
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The noise from upstairs ended, followed by a deafening silence. Blood was dripping from my wrists and I was hurting from my struggle to get free from the bar I was cuffed to. After a while I heard their steps coming down the stairs and two grinning faces appeared in the open door. They started to laugh loudly at me, but when they saw me on the floor, with bloody wrists, their laughter changed character, it became sickeningly hysterical. It slowly dawned upon them that this time they had gone too far, and the laughter faded away. I heard a sob from Flo and a faint whisper, "I'm so sorry, Jim, it was just a joke, it was just a joke".
Roger came forward, inserted the key in the handcuffs and unlocked them. When released, I got up from the floor, looked at my wrists and shook my head and said, "This time you went too far," and without one look I turned my back to them and walked out the door and up the stairs. First, I made a visit to their bathroom and cleaned up my hands and then I went into their living room, found a chair and I waited for them to join me.
After some time, they came. Flo looking very nervous and Roger trying to look cocky, making a feeble attempt to laugh it away saying, "It really worked, didn't it? You really thought we were fucking, didn't you?"
I replied in a voice I hoped sounded like ice, "In my mind, you did fuck, whatever you say is of no importance, you fucked either my wife or my mind. Both equally distasteful, and if meant as a joke, it was surely a sick joke. I don't want to make any comments before Alice is here. She was sent on a fool's errand, I suspect? Right?" When Roger gave a faint nod, I continued, "I will make my comments when she is back." I looked at my watch and said, "She should be back any minute now, she has been gone less than an hour. Twenty minutes to the hospital, twenty minutes back and a few minutes to find out she has been fooled should be about right."
I had barely completed my sentence before we heard her enter the house through the front door. She came right in, fuming at Roger; "What in hell are you up to this time?"
"Sit down Alice, I will tell you," I said.
After Alice had been told what had happened and heard Flo and Roger profusely saying it was just meant as an harmless joke, she started to cry. "They never learn, do they, Jim?"
"No, they don't. Before I make my up my mind how to handle the situation, I would very much like to talk it over with you. The private joke club Roger and Flo are members of does not include us. Whether any physical fucking went on today, or if it was physiological fucking is of no importance to me, I am fucking mad at both Flo and Roger, I want to discuss with you what to do if you agree."
"Yes, I do," she replied.
"Fine," I looked over to Flo and said to her, "Hand over your house keys, we are going over to our house to talk, you two can sit here and stew for a while." Flo gave me her keys with a meek smile which I did not return, and Alice and I got up and left them, with no further comments.
We crossed over to our house and I asked Alice to pull all curtains in the windows facing their house, while I went round the house and secured all doors.
I asked her into the kitchen and found two glasses. A bottle of red wine was opened and I poured one glass for each of us.
"Cheers, Alice," I said, "Now we have to stop this madness." We both sipped the wine, and I continued, "These jokes have to stop. This time, they went too far, they should try their own medicine."
"Yes, I agree, but how?" she replied.
"This is what I suggest: You stay here in our house tonight with me, and before you make any protests, I do not suggest you sleep in my bed. You can have the spare bedroom, and I sleep in our bedroom. I will however, move around in both beds, I will stimulate myself and ejaculate on my belly and smear the semen out on the sheets. I will rough up the bed and make it look like we have had a night with heavy fucking. In the morning, we will invite our spouses over for breakfast and they will wonder what has happened here. Flo will find the bed in disarray, she will find an unmade bed in the guest room, and she will still accuse us of cheating. We will say it was just a joke. They will never know the truth, they will understand what it means to have this doubt. Can your marriage survive a scheme like this, Alice?"
"Yes, if not, I don't give a shit. Let's do it, the only comment I have is that I do not like the idea of them being together the whole night in our house," Alice replied.
"I'll fix that," I said. I went to the phone and dialled Flo's cell phone.
When she answered, I said, "Flo, this is going to be tough riding, and I don't want you to come home tonight. I am so mad I might hurt you, so I suggest you go to your sister, Mary, and stay there. I will put the car keys under the doormat, and I insist you go to Mary's now. If you do, you are welcome to breakfast 9 o'clock tomorrow morning and we can talk."
She agreed, and five minutes later I heard our car drive away.
"That problem is solved, let's make some food and enjoy ourselves," I said to Alice.
"Yes, let's do that, I will see what we can find in the refrigerator," she replied, "But what about Roger?"
"We'll let him worry for a few hours, and at one point, he will start to wonder what is going on and he will call us. Then we tell him that you are going to stay in our guest room tonight and he is welcome to have breakfast with us at 9 o'clock to talk. Flo would have told him that she will be here at 9 o'clock, too. He will then be seriously worried. After we have talked to him, we unplug the house phone and shut off our cell phones," I said.
Alice smiled, gave me a hug and whispered in my ear, "You are devious, Jim. I like your thinking."
We had an wonderful evening, on our second bottle of red wine. The time was about half past eleven when the phone rang. It was, of course, Roger asking for Alice. I heard only her side of the conversation, and it something like this:
"I will not come home tonight, Jim has offered me the use of their guest room...... No, Roger, I will not see you tonight, if you have problem with this, I will not come home to you at all...... Yes, you have behaved like a jerk, so right you are. We are both fed up with you and Flo, so the one final talk about this is here tomorrow morning for breakfast, be here 9 o'clock sharp. Good night!"
We cleaned up the kitchen, made it ready for the breakfast the next day and retired upstairs. I showed Alice to the guest room, with a bathroom en suite, and kissed her good night on the cheek.
I had not been in bed more that 10 minutes before there was a knock on the door.