Shattering Crystal

Thanks for all the great feedback on Shattering Crystal. I hope you like Part 2, but be warned there's no sex in this part, but a few surprises. And, before anybody accuses me of "not finishing", I am working on part 3.

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I'm sure you've dropped a glass and seen it break into several pieces. Sometimes you can glue them back together, at least well enough to hold water. Have you ever dropped an expensive crystal goblet and seen the difference? They shatter, explosively, into thousands of tiny, razor-sharp fragments that are impossible to put back together.

I sat in the Uber lost in a dazed stupor. My wife of fifteen years was cheating on me. I couldn't believe it, but it was true. How could she betray me like that? How could she disrespect our marriage, our kids, our family? I wasn't sure how many times she had done it, nor with how many people. Once was enough. Had she been doing it with strange men every time she went on a business trip or had something new triggered her need for sex from someone other than me?

The night had begun as a fun, sexy game for Angie and me. It was supposed to kickstart our love life. It was just a fantasy that we were acting out, but the scenario I had defined had my wife pretending to be a woman named Crystal and flirting with men in a bar. At no point was she supposed to fuck anybody other than me. But, apparently last week in Cleveland, when snow delayed her return trip, she decided to act out my fantasy without me. She picked up some guy named Tony in the hotel bar and fucked him all night long. And by now that same guy was probably fucking her again, using the room key I had given him, in a hotel room that I had reserved for me to act out the fantasy with my wife.

I had been shocked when I heard the guy speak to Angie in the bar. I could hear it clearly over our hidden Skype connection, as I watched her from across the bar. He said: "Remember? Last week in Cleveland? It's me, Tony." The thing that really hit home was when he said: "I'd recognize you anywhere, especially in that dress."

It was the new dress she wore tonight, "especially" for me. She told me she bought it in Cleveland last week. She didn't tell me she had worn it as well.

To make it even worse, Angie suddenly muted her phone so that I couldn't hear the rest of their conversation. Only a guilty woman would do that. The last thing I heard before it went dead was the guy reminding her of their sex the previous week. "Crystal, you know my name, honey," he replied. "After that night, I don't think you'd forget it. You were screaming it..."

She'd been screaming his name. Just thinking about it now, in the back of the Uber, made me furious. She had made me a cuckold. When I confronted her about it, she lied to my face. She tried to portray him as a drunk, trying to pick her up, who had been eavesdropping her earlier conversations to act as if he knew her.

Her lies almost worked. I bought it briefly. However, I have a pretty decent memory, and I was positive that she had never once uttered the word Cleveland. The only way that Tony would have known about Cleveland was if he had been there and met Angie in a bar. The fact that he knew her by the name Crystal revealed that my darling wife had liked my fantasy card so much, that instead of waiting to come home and try it with me, she had done it all on her own. With Tony.

When we got to the room, Angie had been horny as hell, hornier than I'd ever seen her. If it hadn't been for Tony and his comments, I would have been the luckiest husband around that night. But Tony had happened. I could not get the nagging suspicion out of my head, so I made up an excuse to get out of the room. I needed answers. I needed to find Tony.

So, I made my way downstairs and found the asshole. He told me the whole story. He'd met "Crystal" in the hotel bar. She was wearing the same dress and acting just as flirty as she had tonight. The only difference was that instead of an older man hitting on her, it had been Tony. She had given in to his charms, and they fucked multiple times. He spent the night with her and fucked her in the morning as a parting reminder of their time together.

Hearing Tony confirm my suspicions was like a stab in the heart. I became enraged. I wanted to confront Angie, but I was afraid I might get violent. I had to get away, but I thought of a way to show her that I knew all about her cheating on me. I gave Tony the room key and sent him to fuck my wife, with my blessings. Angie was supposed to be in bed, naked, waiting for me to come back and fuck her.

I knew she would realize it wasn't me and would be shocked. I wanted to see the look on her face when she saw Tony and knew that I knew. I wanted her to pay for what she had done. I had been so angry that I told Tony that Angie loves it rough and for him to ignore her protests as it would be part of the kinky roleplay for her.

Now, in the darkness, as my Uber approached my home, I regretted what I had done. It suddenly hit me. What if he were lying? What if he only met her in the bar and they talked. Maybe he had only been bragging about fucking her last week.

For all I knew, I had just sent a would-be paramour to sneak into my hotel room, to fuck my drunk and horny wife, raping her if she protested. Oh, my God! What had I done? I started to panic.

"Hey, driver!" I shouted, "We need to go back!"

He glanced up and replied in a heavy accent, "What you say?"

Just then, my phone rang. I looked at the display. It was from Angie.

Fuck.

Maybe she was in trouble?

I answered. "Hello?"

"You asshole!" Angie screamed. "How could you sent that guy to our room! He tried to fuck me!"

"No! I screamed and started hitting him!" she explained angrily. "When I kicked him in the balls, that's when he told me you sent him! Did you send him? "

Fortunately, she was okay. I let out a sigh of relief. Then my anger returned.

"Why did you kick him in the balls?" I asked. "I thought you liked him."

"Liked him? I told you he was a creep! Was this your sick idea all along? To get me to flirt with some guy in the bar so you could send him up to the room and fuck me? Was it!?!"

"No, of course not," I said, then added, "Since you already fucked him last week in Cleveland, I figured you would be happy to have him back in your bed."

There was a long pause while neither of us spoke.

"Where are you?" she asked.

"I'm in an Uber, almost home, Angie," I explained rather curtly. "Don't be so melodramatic. From my conversation with Tony, it sounded like you guys had so much fun last week. Tony wanted more tonight. I didn't want to disappoint Crystal, so I gave him my key."

"Baby, it was a mistake. I got carried away. It was just a one-time thing. I never expected to see him again, and I regretted it so much. I wanted to forget it happened and put it behind me."

"Bullshit, Angie," I told her, shaking my head, though she couldn't see. "If you fucked him once, regretted it and threw him out, maybe I'd buy that. You fucked multiple times all night long and again in the morning. You only regret I found out."

"Is that what he told you? He's a fucking liar! I'll be home soon," She offered, "Can we talk about this? I don't want it to cause any problems for us."

"Problems for us?" I laughed sarcastically. "I don't see how you fucking someone else behind my back could possibly cause problems for us. Why would you even suggest such a thing?"

"Baby, please, let's talk when I get home," Angie begged.

"Home," I said bitterly, "That's funny! It used to be a home. Now it's just a house. It stopped being our home the instant that asshole stuck his cock in you."

"I'm leaving now!" Angie said, frantically. "I'll be right there!"

I hung up.

The Uber pulled up in front of our house, and I got out, staring up at our dark, empty house. Fortunately, our kids were with my folks for the weekend. I would not want them to be here when Angie got home.

I found a small carry-on bag and packed it with clothes and toiletries to last me a few days. I also collected my laptop and all my work files, then carried it all out to my car, backed out of the garage and parked in the street in front of the house. I came back in and waited in the dark for Angie.

About twenty minutes later, I heard a car stop outside and a door slam, followed by the clopping sound of her high-heels marching up the sidewalk. As she stepped inside and closed the door, I startled her by speaking.

"I want to hear what happened and why I should not divorce you," I said from the darkness.

Angie jumped then turned on a light.

"I'm sorry, honey," she said, "that's all I can say. I'm sorry that it happened. I didn't mean for it to happen. I made a huge mistake, and I swear to you it will never happen again."

"So, you fucked him?" I asked without emotion.

Angie walked to me, and tentatively sat down next to me. "Yes," she admitted, "I did, but only once! He's a liar! It didn't happen the way he said! You have to believe me!"

"I don't have to believe anything you say, Angie," I countered. "You've already lied to me several times. Why should I believe you're telling the truth now?"

"I cannot justify my behavior. I take full responsibility for it. But, I swear to you, I was just caught up in the moment. It was like I was in a dream. I got carried away with the fantasy, and I let it happen. I thought it was what I wanted, but as soon as Tony started, I wanted him to stop. I tried to get him to, but he kept going and finished."

"He raped you?" I asked, not buying it.

"No, not exactly, but sort of," Angie tried to explain.

"There's no such thing as sort of rape, Angie," I argued. "Either you let him fuck you, or you didn't. Which is it?"

She started crying, and her voice was wavering. "I let him do it, but once it started, I changed my mind and wanted him to stop."

"It was a little late then, don't you think?" I asked, giving her my best sarcastic glare. I noticed how she referred to sex as "it," and used passive voice as if "it" was not her fucking, but something that was "done" to her.

She blushed and put her face in her hands as heavy sobs wracked her. I gave her some time to recover, then said: "Why don't you start at the beginning and tell me everything that happened."

"Okay, but, can I get out of these clothes first?" she asked. I nodded and told her to meet me in the family room. I made a pot of coffee while I waited. I was still furious with her, but I needed to know the truth and all the details, no matter how bad they were. I only hoped that I could believe her. I played with my phone while I waited. I was looking at pictures of Angie and the kids, with tears streaking down my cheeks when she returned.

She had on a t-shirt and a pair of plaid pajama bottoms. I handed her a mug of coffee, and she curled up on the sofa. I sat down in my chair, facing her.

"So, first I want to say that I love you so much and that never changed," she said, wiping away a tear.

"Okay," I replied. "You have a great way of showing it."

I could see my comment hurt. Good. It should.

"So, last Friday I was so excited about our fantasy night. When you read the card to me, I got so turned on. It was the hottest fantasy yet, and I couldn't wait to come home and try it out with you. I had been shopping the day before and got that dress and knew it would be perfect for Crystal to wear.

"I was aroused all day, thinking about what we would do once I got home. The idea of flirting with other men, with you watching, was a secret fantasy of mine. I had wanted to put it in the jar, but I was afraid it was too daring. So, hearing you read out what was essentially my fantasy made me so happy.

"When it started snowing, I wasn't concerned. But, as it started coming down heavier and heavier, I realized I might get stranded. I packed up everything and went to the airport to try to catch an earlier flight. I couldn't and started seeing the signs popping up with cancellation after cancellation. That's when I knew I needed to get a room at the airport hotel before it was booked up. I got one of the last few available ones.

"I went to the hotel and checked in, then went up to my room. I was lonely and horny, thinking about the fun time we were going to miss. I took the dress out to hang up and decided to model it, just to see how it looked. When I saw myself in the mirror, I thought wow, I wasn't Angie in that dress. I was Crystal. It gave me a big thrill."

I shifted uncomfortably. "So you decided to cheat on me because of how you looked in the dress?"

"No," Angie answered, shaking her head. "Of course, I had no intentions of cheating, but it did give me a thrill. The more I thought about the fantasy card, how I looked, everything, the hornier and hornier I became.

"I had an idea to wear the dress, without any bra or panties, and go to dinner, nothing more. So, I did. I showered, got all cleaned up and dressed up. I got a lot of stares as I walked into the restaurant, which always turns me on. You know that."

"Yeah, I do," I admitted. "So, how did you go from dinner to getting laid?"

"It was not intentional; I swear to you," she said, visibly struggling with her emotions. I could tell she was sincere and remorseful, but that did not excuse her actions.

"I had a couple of glasses of wine with dinner and was feeling relaxed. I knew I looked sexy, and I could feel my body betraying my arousal. I knew the waiter got more than an eyeful as he stared at my tits. Throughout supper, I couldn't stop thinking about going to a bar and you sneaking in to watch me as I flirted with the men there.

"When I finished dinner, I started to head up to my room, but as I walked through the adjoining lounge, I stopped to look around. The bar was like one you'd see in a movie, dimly lit, dark wood, lots of brass, like a cigar bar from the 1960s. It was mostly empty, just a couple of people at a high-top table and an older gentleman at the far end of the counter. I thought, what could it hurt. I would stop by and have one drink. It would be a rehearsal for when we got together.

"For about thirty minutes, very few people came in. I was just about to call it a night when Tony and two of his buddies came in and sat next to me at the bar. He immediately started flirting with me, complimenting me, buying me drinks. It was all harmless, but the longer it went on, the more I got into playing Crystal. I flirted back, and it started getting physical as you saw with the guy Dan, lots of touching and caressing.

"I was already super turned on, but as he ran his hand up and down on the inside of my thigh, I was on fire. We hung out for a couple of hours. I was enjoying the attention, but I swear to you, even then, I was not considering fucking him.

"Finally, I told him I had to go to bed. He seemed very disappointed but asked if he could walk me to my room. I knew I probably shouldn't, but a little voice inside me said, it would be okay. As we got in the elevator, he had his hand on my ass and then he slipped it inside my dress and started fingering me. He pulled me into a kiss, and I melted, kissing him back."

She looked down at her trembling hands. New tears started to roll down her cheeks.

"I'm sorry, honey," she cried. "I should not have let Tony walk me to the room, and I should not have kissed him."

"Those 'aren't the only things you should not have done," I declared. "Hell, if that's all you did, I might be able to deal with it."

She nodded and continued her story.

"When we got to my room, I told him good night, but he wouldn't leave. He asked me for a good-night kiss, which I gave him. It was passionate and went on way too long. Somehow, he had taken my key out of my hand and opened my door. I almost fell inside, with him right behind me. He pressed me against the wall, feeling me up and kissing me."

"The passion I felt from what was happening overwhelmed me, and I went with it. We stripped each other's clothes off and collapsed onto the bed. Tony kissed my breasts for a few seconds, then told me he couldn't wait and climbed between my legs. I told him to stop and put on a condom, which he did. As he did, I calmed down, and with the reality of what was happening. I thought about you, and suddenly, I couldn't go ahead with it.

"But, before I could say anything, he pushed into me. The shock of another man's cock penetrating me snapped me out of it. I pushed on him and told him to stop, but he didn't listen. He kept thrusting faster and faster. He tried to kiss me, but I was struggling to get him to stop. Suddenly, he let out a groan, and I knew I was too late. I felt his cock spasming inside me, and I thanked God that he had a condom on."

I was shocked to hear her tell me what happened. Fifteen years of marriage thrown away for what?

"As soon as he finished, I pushed him off and ran to the bathroom. He tried to come in with me, but I locked the door. I was crying and pleading with him to leave. He finally did, and I came out and fell on the bed, crying over what I had done."

"So, you're trying to tell me he raped you?" I asked angrily.

"No, he didn't rape me," she admitted. "I let it happen, but he should have stopped when I told him to. A woman has a right to change her mind. But, no, it wasn't rape. I was enjoying it and allowed it to happen. I felt so much guilt. The next day, I swore to make it up to you. I tried extra hard to please you when I got home."

"I compartmentalized what I'd done in Cleveland and set it aside. I wanted to forget it ever happened. I also wanted to make it up to you and to shower you with my love and attention. That's why I was so looking forward to our Friday night date. I could redo my night as Crystal, for you, with you. You cannot imagine how shocked I was to run into Tony at the bar. The biggest mistake of my life had come back to haunt me."

"I was shocked, appalled and terrified, all at the same time: shocked that Tony was there, appalled at what I had let him do, and terrified that you would find out. I panicked and tried to cover it up. I lied to you."

Angie needed a few minutes to get her emotions under control. I waited, patiently, unable to bring myself to speak.

"When we went up to our room," she continued, "I thought I was home free. I thought I had avoided a bullet. I wanted to drag you to bed and make love to you, but I could tell something was wrong when you insisted on getting ice."

"The minute you walked out the door, I broke down crying. You were gone so long, and I assumed the worst. I thought you had left me. So, when I heard the door opening, my heart leaped with joy, and I ran to meet you."

Angie raised her tear-stained eyes to stare at me. When she spoke, her voice came out in sobs. "Only, it wasn't you; It was Tony. He had this smug look on his face. I didn't understand why he was there. He laughed and told me you had sent him to our room, that you knew about us fucking and wanted him to fuck me again. I couldn't believe what he said, but he showed me the key."

I nodded slowly. Hearing Angie telling me everything tore a new hole in my heart. I was angry, but I realized my actions were horrible. "I was so angry with you," I explained. "I couldn't stand to see your face, but I wanted you to know that I knew what you had done. Sending him to the room seemed like a good way to get that message across."

"You told him to rape me!" she exclaimed. The hurt was evident in her eyes, but was it hurt over what I had done or what she had?

"I did no such thing!" I said, defensively. "I figured he'd already fucked you several times. One more time shouldn't make any difference to you."

"He didn't!" she shouted. "I told you it was only once, and I didn't even want him to do it that time! He practically raped me last week, and now here he was again, with your permission to do it again, whether or not I wanted it!"