I began the slow climb to Amy and I's bedroom. The events of the day began to take shape in my mind. I realized that I had pissed my wife off. Her anger was apparent as I followed my wife and the two guys, Greg and Rob, up the stairs to our bedroom.
The day had started off innocently enough. Well, I say innocent, but I had thought of how this evening was going to end and it wasn't supposed to be innocent, just not the turn of events that had just transpired.
It had all started three days ago when my wife's boss, Rob, had called me to see if I was up for some shooting at the gun range. I was surprised to hear from him as Amy had told me that Rob had felt uncomfortable after our encounter in Orlando last month. While things had returned to normal for Rob, he still had seemed somewhat distant to Amy.
We talked about our shooting plans. Rob then asked me if I was uncomfortable with him.
I replied, "No. Are you uncomfortable with us?"
"Sort of...But I can't get it out of my head."
"What do you mean? The excitement, or the guilt?"
"Both!"
"Rob, we don't expect you to participate anymore. You don't need to feel guilt at all. Be involved with your life...make love to Rebecca...go to church...do whatever! Just don't beat yourself up over it!" I said reassuringly.
"To be honest, I wanted to meet with Amy. I guess I am still curious."
"That is out of the question!" I said firmly. "Amy and I do things together and only together. The night she stayed with you was our way of freeing her to explore her desires, nothing else."
"I understand...I didn't mean to have sex with her, just to talk." Rob lied, more easily than he liked.
"If you still need to find out more about your curiosities and you want to do that with Amy, we all need to agree and talk about it."
"Can we get together after shooting and just talk? I don't know if I want to have sex, but, I want to talk about everything and just understand your and Amy's feelings and then my own."
I reflected on what Rob had said and I felt compassion for the guy.
"Ok, but it will just come up in conversation. Don't say anything to Amy about you coming. We'll see if we can't just let everything happen naturally."
Rob sounded relieved. "Sounds good!" How about Saturday, at around 1 pm?
"See you then!"
I knew I should have talked to Amy, but I thought it would be humorous to see her face when Rob showed up. Boy! Was I wrong!
Then yesterday, Greg called. This surprised me as Greg had been keeping a low profile since our first encounter and he had been friendly, but not wanting to get together with us. I allowed him the space without inquiry as I felt a little threatened by Greg. Greg is recently divorced and I didn't want the specter of a relationship with Amy to loom over our exciting evening. When Greg called, he sounded very upbeat.
Hey...How is it goin'?" I replied to his affable hello.
Well...I've been thinking, it's time we got together and just have fun. When are you free?"
I thought for a moment and almost didn't invite him to my shooting event with Rob.
"Hey, I am going to the shooting range with a friend of mine. Wanna come?"
"I don't want to impose...Yeah, sure."
It didn't dawn on me until a little later the awkwardness of the situation. Upon reflection, it was not my brightest moment.
I came home last night with full intentions of alerting Amy to my plans, just in case she wanted to bug out or something. I guess that little devil that watches over me for those weak moments got the better of me. Even this morning, it was still not too late.
And now, here I am walking up the stairs, following two guys that are going to fuck my pissed off wife in front of me and I am not even invited to participate. Under different circumstances, I would have probably been elated, now, I shudder at the coming consequences.
As I reach the top of the stairs, I suddenly become bold, wanting to take charge of the situation.
"Ok...this has gone far enough! Honey, I know you are pissed, but this is not the way to solve this. Why don't we let these guys go home and we talk things through?" I said anxiously.
"Here is your options, HONEY," she spat back, "Either you leave or stay and watch, cuz this is gonna happen whether you like it or not."
Rob immediately said, "I can't be here. This is not what I had in mind. I am going home!"
"Go ahead, go back to Rebecca." Amy's fury was building. "I am sure she wants to hear all about you and my husband's," and she glanced over at Greg, "and you as well, plans to have a little rendezvous with me tonight."
Rob began to look at Amy intently, "you don't mean that! You're just pissed!"
"Why would I be pissed?" Amy asked. "Just because you all decided to treat me like a whore? You decided to pass me around like a bitch in heat? " Amy's anger continued to rage. "It's apparent why there is a testosterone convention in my house! And you..." She whirled on me, "You are the worst! You set this up! I'm not your wife...I 'm uh...uh...sex toy! Get out!" She ordered, "Get out!"
"I'm not leaving and this...this thing is not happening! Guys you need to go...Sorry"
Rob turned to Amy, "Amy, for what it's worth, I didn't intend for anything to happen...I just got caught up in the moment. I am very, very sorry" He bowed his head and left.
Greg pulled up his pants silently. Amy folded her arms across her bare breasts and watched as he finished dressing.
"Well? What about you?" She asked Greg with a small defiance left in her voice.
"If you're looking for an apology, forget it! I didn't come here with a preconceived notion about what would happen, I just wanted to visit your husband. YOU opened this door. Not him," Greg motioned at me, " or Rob. You made up your mind when you saw me standing there that we were here just to fuck ya. Not true. But if you said we could, we woulda, it's that simple. Next time, don't act like a bitch and you won't be treated like one!"
Amy's eyes became immediately stung with tears. Her shoulders slumped as the emotional outburst coupled with Greg's stinging words left her drained and suddenly tired. Amy remained silent and buttoned up her blouse.
Greg then whirled on me, "You fucked up and you know it!"
Amy turned to me and said, "I'll need some time alone."
"I know. Me too." I quietly responded.
I showed Greg out the door. Greg hesitated before he got in the car.
"I know I was harsh with Amy, and you fucked up, but I would hate to see something happen between you two. What you have is special."
"I know...thanks!" I turned and briskly walked back into the house. The house seemed eerily quiet and empty.
I glanced upstairs and noticed our bedroom door was shut. I didn't know if it was locked, I did know that I needed to leave Amy alone with her thoughts.
I sat in my recliner and began to process the events that had transpired. I began to ask myself questions like, "Are we over with?" "Is it too late" "Do I want to be married" "Do I want to continue our new lifestyle if she does?" "Does she even want to be married anymore?"
As the hours slipped into the wee hours of the morning, I realized that answers and sleep were equally elusive. I decided to take the bed in the spare bedroom.