A note from the author: I had no intention of doing a sequel when I wrote the original - Monogamy Isn't for Everyone - which you should read first otherwise this story will not make sense. However, both in comments and emails I was encouraged by many people to do a follow-up so I am succumbing to pressure and doing so. If you are satisfied with the way the original story ended then DON'T read this.
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It was now fifty five days since I confessed my ten year affair with Justin Danner to my husband Kent Childress. Kent asked that I wait up to thirty five more days before he had to make a decision about whether he wanted a divorce or to stay married. Since he was the aggrieved party I promised him that if he divorced me that I would not seek alimony or anything more than 10% of our wealth, that we could have joint custody, and that I would make dealing with the kids as easy as possible. I told him that if we stayed married that I would give Justin - who I hadn't had any contact with since my confession - up.
It was a Saturday and the kids, sixteen year old Brad and fourteen year old Bernice, had many activities planned. Kent and I had a two hour window of time for a heart-to-heart. He suggested that we go to a local park and talk there. He didn't waste any time with small talk.
"Celeste, you really hurt me with what you have done. Do you know how much?"
"I know that I've hurt you and probably more than you would have hurt me if the tables were turned. All I can say is that the hurt, as opposed to the affair, was not intentional, that my actions were totally selfish, and that my actions indicate a character weakness on my part. I am truly sorry for hurting you - which is why I've agreed to make it as painless as possible for you if you want out of the marriage. No one could blame you if you did," I replied.
"Don't you think that some penance is in order?" Kent asked.
"You mean to stay married?" I replied, "which is what I prefer."
"Even if we don't stay married," he responded.
"The penance if you divorce me is no alimony and only 10% of our joint property. I think that's fair," I quietly said.
"How about penance if we stay married?" Kent inquired with his arms crossed.
"What do you want for penance?" I asked, puzzled.
Kent didn't respond right away. He looked down, then back up, he wrung his hands, and he seemed to trace a line in the ground with the toe of his shoe. Finally he looked me in the eye. He was clearly nervous. "I am having a problem at work. Although I never have told you this before, my earnings have decreased significantly this year for a number of reasons. I had to even remove money from my IRA to keep the business in the black the last few months."
This was news to me; Kent had never complained about finances since our first year of marriage, and especially not since he started what I thought was his very successful business fourteen years ago.
"I am about to close a deal with an old client that will take care of financial problems for the foreseeable future; there is just one complication," he nervously continued.
After a significant delay I said "And?"
After another delay in which Kent seemed to be searching for the right words he continued "Well, uh...you see...well this guy is very odd. Weird, in fact. I have to send a woman dressed as a hooker to his motel room to pick up the contract, and she has to also take off her panties and give them to him." Kent was blushing.
"What the fuck?" I exclaimed.
"Sorry, he is bizarre - but essential to my business. I normally hire a real hooker to do it, but I have decided that I really want to see how much you want to stay married. I want to see if our marriage means so much to you that you're willing to humiliate yourself and do penance. If you are willing to do this then I will make every effort to forgive you for your dalliance with Justin Danner, and I won't file for divorce," he said. When finished he leaned back on the bench with his arms folded.
I detected a subtle, but clearly diabolical, sneer on his face as he sat back on the bench. "I wonder what that's about?" I asked myself. After another prolonged silence he asked "Well?"
"When would I have to do this?"
"Tuesday night - I'll give you the motel and room number tomorrow. You'll have to buy some real hooker clothes since nothing in your wardrobe is suitable," he continued with a crocodile grin.
"You really would humiliate me like that? I thought that you loved me?" I replied with a small tear in one eye.
"You humiliated me by fucking Danner for ten years - this is small penance compared to that," he shot back clearly angry.
"I'll let you know tomorrow night," I dejectedly said.
We did things as a family Saturday night. On Sunday Bernice and I went to a ballet at the local High School while Brad and Kent went to Brad's baseball game. Sunday night we all ate together and played a board game. Sunday night Kent came into my room and fucked me hard while I lay on my stomach, fingering my asshole as he did so. He really seemed to enjoy himself, but left about ten minutes after ejaculating into me.
Every waking minute that I was not otherwise occupied since our talk on the park bench my mind was grinding away. I was very uneasy. Things that Kent had told me about his relationships with and responses to competitors and some co-workers in the distant past leapt to the forefront of my mind. However, I decided that I'd go along with what he asked, but be cautious.
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Monday morning I went to our safe deposit box. Kent had placed a list of all of our brokerage accounts contact information in it in case something happened to him since I never handled our finances. When I signed in I saw that he had been there last week. The original contact information sheet was gone but I had made a copy and placed it in an envelope with my will, so I fished out the copy.
I went to the local library and on a computer there checked out our brokerage accounts, most in Kent's name alone, and printed out some relevant information.
I activated the camera - which had date and time information associated with it - on my computer in "stealth mode." I don't know if that's the correct term, but that's what I call it; you don't know that the computer's camera is on, but it is.
I went to see my best friend Sybil and, with her permission, removed an article of clothing from her laundry hamper. I also borrowed one of her husband's implements.
I went to an electronics store and made a couple of purchases, and then went to a costume shop and got the skankiest looking outfit that they had, complete with five inch hooker heels.
By late Monday afternoon I had decided that I'd do Kent's penance in the hopes that it really would save our marriage.
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After the kids went to bed Monday night Kent and I sat at the kitchen table. He wanted to sit in the den, but I insisted that we sit there. I placed him at the head of the table.
