Why in our bed.
The ending that I should have started with.
I am sorry it took so long.
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"Why in our bed?" I finally asked. Though I was still looking at Anna.
"Power." James answered.
"In our bed?" I asked again.
James noticed I wasn't asking him. He looked at Anna.
"In our bed!!!!" I was looking at my wife. She didn't have an answer.
I felt my heart pull, my chest tighten. I stood up and walked out the door. Once outside, I quickly found a secluded corner, hoping for some privacy. I curled into a ball and tried to hold my emotions back. I dug my nails into my palms, trying to ride through the feelings of pain, hurt and betrayal. I contained most of my sobs, but some small moans escaped.
I was still wrestling with my emotions when I felt a hand on me, then arms hugging me.
'Fuck. Just fucking great,' I thought. Now I have a linebacker trying to comfort me.
As the arms tightened around me, I thought, "He smells much better than he did."
Then I thought, "He feels much better than he did before, too."
I didn't want to open my eyes, squeezing them tight to control the tears, but I couldn't contain the tremors. Then I felt the linebacker's cheek against mine.
Shocked, I backed off and opened my eyes. It wasn't the linebacker.
I was looking at my wife's angelic face.
"Why, in our bed?"
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Anna still couldn't answer, and I figured that I'd lost the four million by walking out of the conference room, so did any of this really matter?
"I know I hurt you but, please, it wasn't my idea." Anna pleaded. I just stared at her. "He made me go out with him and give myself to him. He made me take photos for him. I know I betrayed your trust too. Please Roy! Please, I need you! If I told you before now, he would have fired you. We would have been sunk and lost everything."
"We did lose everything." I told her. "You are the reason I worked so hard. I had to work hard to pay for all the things that you wanted so much. When I left, I realized that I didn't care about any of that stuff, only about you."
Anna kissed me on the lips quickly and asked. "Can we go somewhere?"
I didn't want to take her to my apartment. I knew what would happen there, judging by my rapidly enlarging cock. It was still early, so I said "Ok, come with me."
I took her to an Albuquerque's original 'Mac's Steak in the Rough'. It is little more than a drive-thru, but does have the most delicious meals, called 'roughs'. I ordered one for each of us.
After we received our meals, and had found a seat, I offered her a box and I opened mine. I pulled a 'rough' out and took a bite, showing Anna how to eat it.
She must have been either hungry or intrigued because she dug in, finishing her first 'rough' before me.
I decided to start the dinner conversation with the most important question.
"Why didn't you come to me when Johnson started to pressure you, Anna?"
"He told me he would fire you and ruin your reputation if I did," she pleaded. "I wanted to tell you. You have no idea how badly I wanted to come to you." She looked at me, pleading. "I hated being with him. I hated him even touching me, but I needed to save our future."
"Saved it by ruining it? Really Anna, what the hell were you thinking?"
"I was thinking I loved you, and I wanted us to be together always," she answered.
"How does fucking around show your love for me, Anna? How does that keep us together? That's why I told you I didn't want to go any further than role play. I liked the role play but I.... I... I died inside when I saw his car in our driveway." I looked down. "It ripped out my heart, Anna."
I didn't want her at my place, so I took her back to the motel. Once there, she wouldn't let me leave. She led me to a table in the lounge. I noticed that both her lawyer and mine were sitting at a nearby table. Apparently, they were also staying at the motel. There was no sign of James Johnson or any of his legal team.
A waitress took our drink orders; bourbon and coke for me, and red wine for Anna.
We sat together and started talking, discussing our situation and our feelings. One drink led to two, and two led to three. It started getting late. I couldn't believe that I had spent almost five hours talking to my, should-have-been ex-wife.
I wanted to go home but knew I'd had too much to drink to safely drive to my apartment. Anna took my hand, brought it to her lips, and kissed my knuckles. I opened my palm and cupped her cheek. Then I brought her face to mine and did something that I thought I'd never do again. I kissed her. Her soft lips, her taste, her smell, everything working at the same time, reaffirmed what I'd realized over the last few months. I was still in love with her.
As we continued to kiss and hold each other, I stared into her eyes. Eyes that were usually deep and penetrating, so full of excitement and vitality that I felt as if I could live off them. However, today, her eyes reflected a deep sadness and regret. They were telling me that she hated everything that bastard had done to her, and us.
After a while I started to think of calling a cab, but she must have sensed that I was about to leave. She rose, took my hand and pulled me to my feet. Without a word she walked us to the elevator and, once inside, pressed the fourth-floor button. As we ascended, I brought her to me and started kissing her again. She returned my kisses with enthusiasm.
Reaching the fourth floor, we stepped off the elevator. She guided me to room 414, kissing as we walked. I held her, with her back against the door, in a passionate kiss, as she struggled to pull the key card out of her purse. When I heard the whirring as the door lock disengaged, I grabbed her ass and lifted her off the floor. She pushed down on the handle, and I carried her into the room, pinning her against a wall. As the door shut automatically, I began to grope her side with one hand and ass with the other, without breaking our kiss. Finally, I let her down, raised my hands to her blouse, and ripped it apart exposing a sheer black bra. She moaned her approval as I roughly pulled the remnants of the blouse over her head and tossed them aside. I reached behind her and snapped the double hooks of her bra with a twist of my fingers. Feeling it become loose, I forcefully tugged the bra from her shoulders, freeing her breasts. Then I picked her up again and threw her on the bed. She quickly removed her skirt and panties, at the same time, throwing them on the floor, then kicked off her shoes while watching me drop my slacks.
She tried to look worried and scared, but it didn't work. I knew she was acting. She trusted me and I walked right through that trust, picking her up and rolling her onto her stomach. I raised her ass and positioned my already hard cock at her netherlips. Then I rammed it home hard. Some of the dramatic effect was spoiled because she was so wet, expecting to be penetrated. I fucked her, like I had never fucked anyone before, relentlessly pounding into her ass cheeks with my hips.
I heard her gasping and squealing, unsure whether it was pleasure or pain, but I really didn't care as I drove into her mercilessly.
Anger was my dominant emotion. But what was I angry about? Of course, I wanted to kick Johnson's ass from here to Timbuktu. Unfortunately, he wasn't here, it was just me and my should-have-been ex-wife. So I continued to plow into her cunt. At one time my cunt. Only my cunt. I exploded, ejecting two ropes of cum into her, before I fell to the floor on my back with three more ropes of cum spurting, a meter or so, onto the carpet.
Seeing me fall, Anna jumped off the bed, coming to my aid even before the cum had stopped squirting. In fact, some of it landed on her but she didn't seem to mind a bit. "Are you ok Roy?" she said, worried that I might have hurt my back.
I didn't answer her. I laid there and panted, hurting a little from falling so hard, but I wasn't going to let her know that. Of course, I was breathless from our fucking and from being winded when I landed on my back, but I was speechless too because I was so angry with her. I could not get the vision of seeing that prick Johnson, naked, standing behind my naked wife in OUR bedroom. DAMN HER!!!
As I breathed and stared up at the ceiling, tears began to roll down my cheeks. I wanted to hate this woman, who I was now holding again, but I couldn't. I just couldn't. I tried to accept her lawyer's statement, and Johnson's statement, that "It wasn't her fault", but I couldn't. It was her fault, because she hadn't come to me, hadn't told me that the bastard was trying to blackmail her.
I had always been on her side, and she knew that I would have protected her as best I could. Why didn't she trust me?
"Why couldn't you come to me?" It was eating at me like acid. I had to know.
"I couldn't say anything. He said he would ruin you. First, he would fire you, and then he would start a campaign to damage your reputation so badly that you would never get work again," she answered quietly.
"And you believed him?" I asked.
"I did."
I heard a knock at the door. I rose and grabbed my trousers. Putting them on quickly, I went to answer the door, looking through the peephole first. I saw our respective lawyers standing outside in the hallway. I told Anna and suggested that she get dressed.
