I hated when Sandy had to work on Sundays, but at least I had convinced her to swap with Vickie to work the mid-morning shift so she'd be home around 3 o'clock. I decided to wait until she got home to talk to her about Chris. After Sandy left for work (wearing another of her high neck sweaters to hide the bruises on her neck), I piddled around the house. I did a little cleaning, straightened up the basement, and watched some TV.
"Hi, my love." Sandy purred as she walked in the door and saw me sitting on the couch. "Did you miss me? I missed you!"
"Yeah, I missed you, too." I replied. "I've been sitting wishing the second hand on the clock could go faster." I told her. I stood up and wrapped her up in a big hug then pulled her back down onto the couch with me. We sat holding and kissing each other.
"Want to go downtown to the "Sight and Sound" festival?" I asked Sandy.
"Okay, that might be fun. Give me a few minutes to freshen up and change." Sandy said.
The "Sight and Sound" festival had been a weekend long, open air event downtown in the city with music and video vendors, lots of food and fun on one whole blocked off city street. We spent a couple of hours walking up and down the street; looking at the merchandise. I didn't see Chris and his friends until they were right in front of us.
"Hi, Sandy, how're you doing?" Chris asked Sandy as he reached out and touched her right arm above the elbow. He smirked at me, his delight in my discomfort was obvious. His two friends, who were standing behind him, were looking back and forth between Chris and Sandy before smirking themselves. I felt my temper rise.
"We have got to go!" Sandy yelled at Chris, jerking her arm away from him. "I'll talk to you later!"
Sandy and I hurried back to our car. I could tell by the set of her jaw that she was pissed.
"That bastard!" Sandy spouted with venom. "It couldn't have been worse if he had come out and said how much he liked fucking me the other night! Did you see the stupid grins on his buddies' faces? I bet he told them about fucking me!"
"Calm down," I told Sandy trying to control my own emotions. "We can talk about it when we get home."
We didn't talk on the ride home. Sandy had gone from angry to hurt, I could barely keep my eyes on the road as I drove, watching her trying so hard not to cry. When we got home, she ran down the front walk and into the house, quickly moving somewhere so I didn't find her on the first floor. I went upstairs and found the bedroom door shut as I heard Sandy's sobs on the otherside of the door. I tried to open it, but it was locked.
"Sandy, please unlock the door!" As my temper fought with my need to comfort my crying wife. "Everything will be all right I promise! I love you! Please let me in!"
Sandy opened the door with tears streaming down her cheeks. At that moment, I wanted to kill Chris for hurting her and I wanted to make him pay!
"Come here!" I exclaimed as I opened my arms to hold her against my body. "It's alright. Everything's all right. I love you!" I hated myself at that moment, my stupid fantasy! If I hadn't talked Sandy into bringing another man home to fuck, she wouldn't be crying right now.
"You must hate me." Sandy whimpered into my chest. "I feel so dirty and humiliated."
"I told that son of a bitch not to tell anyone about him fucking me!" Sandy's voice was getting louder, her anger growing in the face of her hurt and humiliation. "I'll kill him the next time I see him!"
"First thing, No I don't hate you." I said to Sandy as I stroked her back and sides. " Secondly, I've already had that same thought, but we cant kill him. At least, neither of us could do it."
"You're probably right." Sandy sniffled against my shoulder. "But why not?"
"One of us would end up in prison, we're not good enough not to get caught. Then we'd be apart and I think I'd die if I had to be separated from you, even for a day!" I felt Sandy giggle a bit, her face buried into my shoulder.
We stood there holding each other. I was rubbing Sandy's back and kissing her face lightly. After we had calmed down, I suggested we go downstairs and find something to eat, scrapping my plans of the quiet dinner at our favorite Italian restaurant. I made us some ham and cheese sandwiches and returned to the couch to sit next to Sandy.
I knew we needed to talk. "Sandy, I love you with all my heart! This is my fault because I pushed you into bringing some one home so I could watch him fuck you. You couldn't help that it happened to be an immature punk!" I told Sandy. "Yes, it was a huge turn on for me, but maybe it's time to stop."
"What do you mean by that?" Sandy asked.
"I wanted to talk to you about Chris today." I explained. "I didn't like what he was doing to you! He was leaving hickies and bruises on your body and not listening to what you wanted and that made me worry. That you couldn't see it as a problem made me nervous that you were getting too attached to him. I was also afraid that you were losing control of yourself."
Sandy bowed her head down. I knew something she was about to say would probably make me mad or hurt me.
"You were right to feel that way." Sandy started. "I was starting to feel something for Chris. NOT LOVE! I only love you! I'll not have anything to do with him from now on."
"That's fine with me." I could hear the relief in my own voice.
" But?" Sandy's voice was lower, quiter..
"But, what Sandy?" I asked getting a little angry.
"It was so exciting for me. Knowing another man wanted me, then having him kissing me, touching me, fucking me. I love how you fuck me, don't get me wrong. No, that's not right! I love how you make love to me, Mikoli, But it is so different being fucked by another man!"
"So what are you saying here?" I asked through gritted teeth.
"I'll stop fucking Chris! But do I have to stop fucking other men?" Sandy pouted at me with that look that turned my knees to jelly.
