"One Slip" by Patricia51
Patricia51 writes great stories. One "One Slip" was the tale of a faithful wife's one-time slip up. There really wasn't anything wrong with the story -- in fact, it's actually very good. So where did P51 go wrong? She didn't do anything wrong, unless you count that she left it wide open for hacks like me to write alternative endings -- except when I post the wrong version. Attempt #2
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Donna moved efficiently through her house, cleaning and straightening -- straightening and cleaning. It was in these simple acts of daily life that she wrapped herself in a shadow of dull comfort. Get up, husband to work, kids to school, clean and/or shop, kids coming home, husband returning from work, meals, homework, TV, and then all off to bed. Each day pretty much the same as the one before.
There was no question of having enough to do; the holidays were fast approaching. The displays were already in the stores. A growing list of things to do: a house to be decorated, cards to be bought, signed and mailed, the coordination of party invitations and responses. The kids were getting excited -- Donna was getting exhausted.
She stood in her living room wondering if this year's Christmas tree should be near the front window or over by the bookcase. The only problem with the bookcase location was that the tree would block most of the family photos on display. She loved her pictures.
Her focus slowly centered on one photo in particular; one taken during her honeymoon in Hawaii many years ago. Her husband Steve was behind her, embracing her. Her vision tightened as she looked at her face, her smile, and her eyes; eyes alive with love, happiness, and fulfillment.
The photo mocked her.
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Donna felt her body climb the familiar road to release. With her heels hooked over her husband Steve's shoulders, his rhythmic thrusting, and the slow circling of his thumb on his clitoris: her orgasm passed over from almost into surely inevitable.
Oh God! Donna struggled against the increase of stimulation. Steve had repositioned his finger along the shaft of his cock. A slight curl upwards had his fingertip rubbing back and forth across her G-spot. The increased stimulation was too much; too intense. She tried to push the finger out of her before she lost control completely -- too late.
Donna's hips bucked wildly. An intense heat flared from deep within her spreading outward as her attention centered in her pulsating pelvis. She heard her herself whimpering - a series of sharp inhalations, a long held breath - then crying out. Great waves of pleasure swept through her: on and on and on.
She floated is a disconnected ecstasy. It took forever to return to normal awareness. Donna lay quietly in the echoing reverberations of another multiple-orgasm fuck. She felt a familiar trickle as Steve's semen begin to leak out of her. Turning her head she gazed at her husband. Steve's soft snoring confirmed his "little death." How could she not have noticed Steve's orgasm?
She stared up into the dark ceiling of their bedroom as if trying to see her way out of this. Donna loved the man beside her with all her heart. And she knew he loved her too -- some might say more than she deserved.
She had every reason to be happy; family, friends, and financial security. Everything seemed so perfect. Donna sighed as she felt the darkness envelop her. If everything was so perfect, why was she so unhappy?
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"Our sex life?" Donna stirred her coffee into a dull beige uniformity. She lifted the cup to her lips, sipped, and put the cup down with a sigh. Looking across the table at Becky, her friend and confidante, Donna shrugged and then smiled.
"We're having sex; lot's of sex - great sex. Becky, I know what you're thinking and you're wrong. Sex is not the problem. I mean I know it was the problem...with Gil. God I don't know. It's just..." Donna looked down and sighed. Becky waited patiently for her friend to continue.
"Here I am with this great guy, who loves me so much that he has forgiven me for cheating on him. And I'm - God I don't know what I am right now - other than so deeply unhappy. You want to know how screwed up I am Becs...the better the sex...the harder I cum, the emptier I feel afterwards. How messed up is that?" Donna's whole being slumped floorward.
"Tell me what's different about the sex before your affair versus the sex after."
"It wasn't an affair Rebecca. It was once! One time, one stupid mistake. Once!"
"I was trying to be..." Becky flashed a tight smile. "Okay how was your sex life before your one night stand?"
"Oh God, that sounds even worse then affair. It's not the before that's the problem, it's now. It's the way..."
"What? Say it, Donna." Becky looked earnestly at her friend encouraging her to speak.
"It's like...Steve treats me like a problem at work. Because I cheated, because I had sex with another man, well then the problem must be sex. It's something to be solved. Steve is doing all of these different sex techniques and practices to make me cum. It's like if I don't have more then one orgasm...God, I can't believe I'm going to say this but sometimes one orgasm is enough."
Becky sipped her coffee as she watched her friends reaction, or lack thereof. "When was the last time you said "no"?
Donna simply blinked.
"So you submit to him every time he wants sex -- is that it? You don't refuse him, no matter what? Was that the way it was before?" Becky waited her friend out until Donna finally shook her head. "No, so you're telling me that right now, your husband has complete control of your sex life?"
"I...well...I really haven't...I wouldn't quite put it that way Becky." Donna felt herself becoming even smaller.
"Look Donna, this may seem overly simplistic but men are wired to spray their seed around. So since they're always thinking about sex and they think they need to have lots of sex. When what they really need is love, they are desperate for fulfillment. It's our job to fulfill their needs so that they don't want something, or someone, else. So, is Steve getting what he needs from you or is he just getting what he wants?"
Donna sat silent her face a mask of mild confusion.
Becky slapped her open palm on the counter. "Donna, you've lost Cunt Confidence!"
"Excuse me?" Donna looked at the older woman; a blush of astonishment spreading across her face.
"Cunt Confidence -- somehow in this whole mess you've lost yours. I don't know why I didn't see this earlier. What we need to do is find out how to get yours back." Becky stood up and began to pace back and forth.
"I really don't think..."
Becky pulled her friend up from her chair and led her to a hallway mirror. "Look at yourself. You're beautiful, you have a great body Donna, what's not to like? I recall you telling me that you were one of those "stick-figure" girls growing up; all elbows and knees right? Do you remember how it felt when you finally got your boobs! One day you're walking around and guys are ignoring you. Then "bam" they think you have "pretty eyes, nice hair, blah, blah, blah." You discover that you have something guys really want. They want your body.
"You start dating and you begin to fool around with guys. You realize that you have a power over them. You have the power to fulfill them. You have the power to frustrate them. You have the power to control them. Basically, a woman with Cunt Confidence can make a guy do whatever they want? Carry my books, take me here, I want to do this. A woman with Cunt Confidence is calling the shots. She's in control and more importantly, more importantly Donna; the guy knows that the woman is in control. Guys act the way you want in order to have access to you. That knowledge, that power - that's Cunt Confidence."
"Really Becky, you think everything comes down to sex and how to manipulate men with it. You should write a book, Cunt Confidence for Dummies, or Discovering Your Inner Slut."
"Interesting choice of words, look in the mirror Donna. Is that the term you would use to describe yourself -- slut? Isn't that what this is all about? Isn't that how you see yourself? Is that how you'd describe how you acted with Gil? Were you a slut when he stripped you naked and shoved his cock in your mouth? Were you a slut when you were begging for it Donna? Were you a slut when Gil fucked you in his office? Were you?"
Donna nodded her head. "Yes."
"Donna, Donna, Donna." Rebecca paused. "No Donna...a slut doesn't have Cunt Confidence. A slut is powerless, just like any other kind of addict. Look at the difference between a casual drinker and an alcoholic. Say you're at a party, you have a couple of drinks, you're relaxed, having fun -- you're confident of who you are and what you are -- no problems. You're in control.
"But what if you get shit-faced drunk? Waking up, not knowing what you did, or who you did it with? There's no fun there, there's no confidence, nothing.
"For whatever reason, the timing, the coincidence of it all, something happened that got out of control. You know what this is like? It's like a car crash. After the crash, you can't help but think about all of the decisions made and actions taken that led right up to the point of impact. Any one of them might have changed the timing, and that could have changed the outcome. Do you see where I'm going with this Donna?"
Donna's nod was non-committal.
"You can argue as much as you want. You can say you never fantasized about being with another man. You can say that being with another man never occurred to you. But there's no disputing reality. Everything came together in a way that was unavoidable and for that one evening -- in your own words - you were a slut. And there's no denying it because it happened Donna. It happened."
"If you have a car accident, even a bad one, you might for a moment say that you're a bad driver. But do you stop driving and become a passenger for the rest of your life? No, of course not, you get back behind the wheel and you drive, more carefully perhaps, more consciously, but you drive -- you get your confidence back.
"Donna, you had the equivalent of a sexual car crash. You were a slut for that one night -- it happened. But instead of learning from your mistake and getting back behind the wheel you're letting someone else drive you around."
"I appreciate what you're trying to do Becky, I really do..."
Rebecca waved Donna quiet. "Answer me this Donna. Are you doing things sexually that the two of you didn't do before? Anal is all the rage these days, does Steve fuck you in your butt?"
