Discovering that my wife had intentionally deceived me for the second time about her sex with the maintenance man weighed heavily on my psyche. I tried to rationalize her behavior in the context of the game we started but my focus always returned to her apparent need to sneak. I even considered whether her motivation might be related to a subconscious need to compete with our daughter. Rachel hadn't experienced many lovers and with the recent revelation that our daughter was a bit promiscuous, I wondered if there might be a connection.
Of course, even if I determined her reasoning, I needed to decide what to do next. Rachel had erased all trust and in my current emotional state, I couldn't perceive how she might rebuild it. The thought left me anxious, confused in many ways, and for the next several weeks, I went out of my way to avoid any interaction. This put her more on edge and predictably things finally came to a head.
"Look, we need to talk. I can't live like this," she said.
"Nothing to talk about. You're a cheat," I declared, thankful our son was out.
"What do you want me to say...to do? I said I was sorry a hundred times. Do you want me to quit the program?" she asked in a quivering voice.
I thought about her question for a moment, but deciding I didn't have the energy to continue the exchange, I told her, "Do what you want. I've given up on you."
"That's not fair!" she fired back, and when I didn't respond, she said, "You're thinking about leaving me, I can tell!"
The thought had briefly crossed my mind but I had quickly dismissed it. We had too much shared history and my early encouragement of her aggressive sexual behavior made me partly culpable. However, most importantly, I still loved her dearly and couldn't imagine life without her. No, we needed to somehow get through this, but for the moment, I wanted to extract my pound of flesh.
Rather than respond to her declaration, I just walked away. I knew it was a mean move but at that moment I had no sympathy for her and wanted her to feel pain. As I turned the knob to leave, I heard her begin to sob.
For weeks, a cold feeling permeated our home and although our son said nothing, I knew he felt it. Somehow, I managed to stay civil but avoided her attempts to talk and rejected her advances in bed. Slowly, I began to think of a path forward as, like her, I knew the situation couldn't continue. I was certain things couldn't get any worse, however, I soon learned differently.
I needed to go into the city for a business meeting and decided to leave early to visit our daughter. I purposefully kept the quick trip from Rachel and planned to call my daughter in advance but as soon as I pulled away my phone rang and the conversation lasted until I was just a few blocks away from the condo. Deciding to arrive unannounced, I parked, walked to the door, and entered, wondering whether she would be there or at school.
"Lizzie?" I called out.
"Dad?" I heard her respond seconds later in a nervous voice.
I made it to the bedroom door in time to see her wrapping a blanket around her naked body but what caught my attention was the other form still in the bed. Realizing I had caught my daughter involved in a sexual tryst, I stepped away feeling embarrassed. However, thoughts of the maintenance man raced through my head and I turned back and was able to glimpse the top of the man's head. Thankfully, by the hair color, I could tell it wasn't Larry, so once more, I made to leave.
"Sorry..." I managed to mumble.
"What are you doing here?" she asked as she closed the door behind her, and before I could reply, she added in a rough whisper, "You need to go. I'll call you later."
In just a few seconds, Lizzie had managed to make me feel guilty and as I walked to the parking lot, I thought about all the sex that had occurred in the condo with the females in my family. Despite the situation with Rachel, I called her as soon as I was in my car.
"I caught our daughter in bed with some guy," I said when she answered.
"Where are you?" she asked and after I explained the trip, she said, "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Look, we can discuss that later. What about Lizzie?" I asked.
"Who was it?" she asked in a concerned voice.
"Not Larry if that's what you're thinking. I saw enough of him to know that," I responded.
"I wasn't thinking that," she countered although I noted relief in her voice.
"What about our daughter? What are we going to do?" I asked.
"What do you expect? She's a young woman away from home for the first time. Are you really that naïve?" she replied.
It wasn't the answer I wanted to hear, so I stewed for a moment before replying, "You weren't this way."
"No..." she agreed.
The conversation continued a bit longer but it was clear Rachel didn't think anything inappropriate had occurred and felt there was no need to confront our daughter. In fact, she seemed supportive of her opportunity to spread her wings a little. Frustrated, I ended the call but intended to discuss it more when I returned home later that evening.
Rachel had some food ready for me when I arrived and I could tell something was on her mind, but with our son close by we weren't able to talk freely until we were in bed. Several times, I tried to initiate a discussion but each time she offered only vague responses and worked to end the exchange as quickly as possible.
"Look, I want to talk about this and I think you're holding back on me. Have you talked to Lizzie?" I demanded.
"Of course, I talked to her. She called just minutes after you," she replied, providing tangible information for the first time.
"And? What are we dealing with? A father isn't supposed to see his daughter having sex!" I declared.
"You didn't see them having sex. They had finished," she answered smugly.
"You know what I mean," I replied, and then asked, "Who was it?"
"Just a guy from school," she said, but I could tell she held something back.
"Tell me...you know more," I demanded.
My words caused her to turn until we were face to face and she said, "Hold me."
"Why?" I asked.
"Because you haven't held me in a very long time," she whispered.
"You know why and we're talking about our daughter," I responded.
"I don't care, I want to be held," she said.
Her pleas made my mind race through our history together. Suddenly, images of the beautiful, smiling young woman at the altar filled my head that soon joined with the vision of her in the hospital bed exhausted as she held our newborn daughter. I remembered how I would race home to spend every free moment with her as all other things in life seemed secondary. It caused a surge of emotion to sweep through me as I looked into her hurting eyes. However, just as I thought I might reach out, the memory of her deviousness with Larry returned. For a moment, an intense battle raged in my brain, but when it ended, I reluctantly looped my arm around my wife's shoulder. Instantly, she scooted closer until her breasts pressed into my chest. Moments later, I felt an unwanted erection start to form.
"You fucked him behind my back...multiple times. He snapped his fingers and you went running," I said.
"I know..." she said in a tiny voice.
"Why?" I pushed.
I had asked the question many times. However, on each occasion, our emotions would quickly drown out any meaningful talk. Thus, her motivation was still unclear to me and the only thing I could fathom was she held some feelings for the man.
"It felt exciting..." she whispered.
"You need to explain that," I replied.
She looked at me for a moment, and then buried her head into my neck and spoke, "After it all started. After you gave permission... It was just so exciting. Suddenly, I wasn't a small-town housewife. I was in the city being naughty...and I really liked the feeling," she responded.
"Why didn't you tell me... Confide it me?" I asked.
"It wouldn't have been as naughty," she answered, and then quickly added, "It was a mistake. I'm sorry."
"I think you're just sorry for getting caught. I think you'd still be fucking him otherwise," I challenged her.
"No..." she replied.
"Yes," I stated.
"I don't know...maybe. I don't know..." she responded while pushing back to look into my eyes.
"I know," I said, and after a short pause to let the words sink in, I continued, "You left here on the pretense of talking to Lizzie fully intending to fuck him. Took your plug...his plug...so he could put it in your ass. That was after getting caught before and begging for forgiveness. There's no question you'd still be fucking him. You must truly like being bad."
I half-expected my provocative words to result in an equally aggressive reaction or that she might merely leave. Instead, she remained quietly in my embrace as the seconds ticked by before with a deep breath, she finally spoke.
"Do you love me?" she asked.
"Yes," I answered honestly, then added, "But I don't trust you."
"I'll be good...I promise," she replied.
As the words left her lips, I felt her hand snake between our bodies until she found my dick which was now fully erect. She started pulling on it gently which stopped the discussion and for the next few minutes, I let her have her way. Then, she started to roll to her back and tried to pull me over her. I guessed she thought if we connected intimately, we might cross a bridge towards her redemption. Our conversation had softened me, as I felt she had been honest, but I still didn't think it was the right time.
"Rachel..." I said trying to warn her off.
"Please," she begged.
Strangely, my body started to move, and quickly I was between her legs. She pulled her thong to one side, brought my dick to her soft entrance, and started sliding it through her warm folds. Reluctantly, I let her continue, and when she managed to work my head into her wet opening, I gave up.
"Mmmm..." she purred into my ear as we connected for the first time in weeks.
"Damn you. How could you make me not want this?" I grunted.
Her response was to pull my head down and plant her lips against mine, and when our kiss finally ended, she whispered seductively, "It's all yours..."
I knew she was using her beautiful body and feminine wiles to lure me into a place of forgiveness, but despite this knowledge, I found myself succumbing.
