This is my take on the aftermath of Neighborhood Wives: Maddie written by KickSaveAndABeauty.
After reading it, I felt there was a further story about what happened next.
Unfortunately, there was no sequel to read so I finally decided to do it.
I have read many stories here and always thought about writing one.
For some reason, this story hit me and made me sit down to write that story.
Hopefully, you will enjoy it.
While it may be better to read the original first, there is sufficient reference to the events that you should be able to follow the direction of this story.
Basically wife "fulfils" husband's alleged fantasy but not having included him in the planning, he is shocked at the events which unfolded and is angry to say the least.
This is the fallout/aftermath.
My grateful thanks to Der Herrenwolf for his patience and guidance.
The aftermath -- Sunday day 1
On arriving home to find that Maddie had not returned, Jay was bitterly disappointed. He thought his circuitous route home would mean she would be there, and they could talk about what had happened and why! All through the drive home, he had tried to understand his feelings but still he couldn't. Jay saw the answer machine light blinking and played the message. Maddie's happy voice and the message it contained did nothing to calm him down. To hear her saying she was going to another sex party the next weekend was another knife to his tortured soul.
He blamed himself for not being more assertive, not telling her how he felt and his craven cowardice in allowing Jacqui to lord it over him -- "that he was a controlling husband." He never thought he was, but was he?
He was racked with guilt especially with what he later did to Jacqui. That just wasn't him, but what was the alternative. He thought that was the worst thing you could do to someone you cared about. How he hated her now! But every time he came close to admitting to himself that he was to blame, Maddie's face popped up. The face of Maddie as she faced him, one he had never seen before, which confirmed that he had been set up, the sheer contempt for him, that she no longer wanted or needed him.
But WHY
!
He went to his lonely bed, but the smell of Maddie was there and try as he might, he couldn't rid himself of those images of Maddie with Jacqui and Maddie with Kirk. He tossed and turned, his mood becoming darker and darker, both at Maddie and at himself.
Eventually, he decided to give up and got up. There was still no sign nor word from Maddie. Was she still fucking someone? Who was that whore? What did he do wrong? What did he call his wife? Why? His friends did this! His thoughts were so random, he needed to get himself together. What was he going to do?
Jay prided himself at being meticulous in his attention to detail. That is why his was a successful business, customers liked that he went out of his way to ensure they received the best possible support. He knew his staff could handle everything for the next few days as he needed the time to sort out his own life. As it was around 7.30am, he called his assistant Cheryl hoping she would be awake. She was and noticed immediately that something was terribly wrong, as his voice was dull, monotone and there was no life in him at all as he told her he would be taking a couple of days to sort a problem out. Cheryl asked if Maddie and the kids were alright, but he told her he couldn't say anything just now. Cheryl said she would look after the shop but to call her if he needed anything; anything, anytime, she would be here for him.
Cheryl's mention of the kids cut through to his heart. What was he going to tell them? He knew his parents would be up to call them but what should he say. As he picked up the phone, he saw his hand trembling, his eyes were filling with tears, could his life get any worse? Mum answered the phone and he asked if they could look after the kids for another couple of days. His mum said "they would love to but what was the problem? Is Maddie okay?" Jay just said the evening had gone terribly wrong and they had some stuff to sort out.
Mum wasn't so easily fooled, she knew him too well, though she had never heard that hurt and anger in his voice before. "Jay" she said, "I can tell you are hurt, don't do anything rash just now. Look through your emotions and try to leave the anger to one side. Focus on what is good and what you want to sort out with Maddie. Don't put all the blame on yourself, you can be too accommodating sometimes. Remember we are here for you and the girls. We love you Jay!"
Jay knew he thought better when he was doing something physical, so he went to his yard as he knew it needed a good going over. Normally, he would have waited till later but with his "friendly" neighbors fucking him, he decided to just start and if it ruined their sleep in, so what! He also resolved not to call Maddie; she was involved in setting him up so she needed to make the first move or on Monday his move would be to his lawyer.
As he entered his shed to get his tools, his ordered world showed him where there were tools missing. The good guy Jay would often lend tools to his friends. Being meticulous he kept a record and knew that both Dan and Mike had tools of his. They would be told to return them, or he would use them to give them an extra asshole for what they had done to him and his kids.
As he began cutting the lawn, his thoughts returned to his mum's words, "don't put all the blame on yourself, you can be too accommodating sometimes." Where does he begin to sort out his feelings? He couldn't focus on anything until he went back to the beginning of their relationship.
"When Maddie and I first got together, it was magical. I know some don't view love at first sight as true love, but since I first saw her, I loved her with all my being. Each day, that love grew. But, today, what was left?
"To be honest, I thought I had the best marriage and certainly sex life of all my friends as whenever they spoke about theirs, Maddie and I were certainly more frequent, more willing and more adventurous. Our box of sex toys was well used, whether it was bondage, light spanking, or using toys on her or me. She could cum and cum and when she had you in her, her cum would force you to cum, there was no way to hold back. At parties she would flirt and sometimes a bit of pierced boob or panties could be seen but never did it involve others. Afterwards the sex was always so hot.
"We roleplayed safely,
just involving us.
My particular favorite was when she played a hooker and me her John. I booked a motel room and as the desk clerk was a friend of mine's son, who Maddie didn't know, I told him about my plan with Maddie and he eagerly agreed to look disdainfully at her and me, obviously creepy client bringing a hooker back. Not an unknown occurrence at that motel. Well, it had to fit the bill. I was sure that would get her off.
"I set off to the bar, nervously yet excited, and saw her on a bar stool next to the bar. Two men were around her obviously hoping to engage her services. I stood outside watching for a few minutes. Her skirt was high up her thighs and I wondered what they could see. Her top left little to the imagination and I'm sure they both had erections seeing her puffy hard nipples standing proud.
"Before they got too excited - and me, - I went in and she calmly stood up, said her goodbyes as her "date" had arrived. "How are you John?" she said as she came over to me. I played along, "all the better for seeing my favorite girl, I know the next couple of hours will be the best of my life" as I placed my hand on her ass and walked her out of the bar.
It was only then I realized that I almost wished she had brought them with her. Was I sick?
"Maddie cuddled into me on the way to the motel, she said that the men had seen her and were convinced that she was a hooker. I said she was definitely dressed for the part. One of them had been looking at her, probably up her skirt as he was seated at a nearby table. When she said, "I'm sure it was when he saw I wasn't wearing panties, he came up to me." She had to tell them she had a booking but maybe next time if she was free. I was amazed and still hadn't processed that she was not wearing panties when she said she was "flowing down her legs."
"I hurried her to the motel where true to his word, the desk clerk, looked her up and down with that dismissing sneer of those better than you and rolled his eyes shaking his head at me. If she saw his eyes, she would have seen the lust in them. When we moved to the room, she was even more aroused, that sneer just made her fantasy role complete.