I was doing some landscaping for this very pretty rich chick named Donna. She was having a few drinks and feeling tipsy when she begins telling me her life story. I guess I come across to women as a guy with all ears, someone safe that they can confide in. Anyways, she begins telling me about some weekly arrangement she has with some super hunk named Mike. Apparently her stupid husband Jeff knows nothing about it. But I know, and now you do too!! This is the story she told me, word for word.
Chapter One
"You win."
Just two words that signified my irreversible surrender.
Two paltry utterances that took me a mere second to make. And yet, they were finally muttered after days and weeks and months of unbearable begging and pleading by my husband Jeff.
I looked at my wedding ring and sighed angrily.
Didn't vows mean anything anymore?
"Does that mean you'll do it?" he spat out hopefully.
"Yes."
"And you won't change your mind, I hope?"
I sighed at his stupid question then glared at him with incredulity. Just what part of yes didn't he understand? He'd been begging me for months to say yes to his dangerous idea, and now that I was finally succumbing out of sheer frustration, he was doubting my submission to his stupid plan.
A volcano was raging within, and I could not believe that I was agreeing to go along with something so sinful as becoming a "swinging couple."
I rolled my tearful eyes at the ceiling and quickly thought about the first time Jeff had come to me with his outlandish proposal. It had been almost a year ago. He had started off by saying he felt our marriage needed a little spicing up.
At first I figured he was talking about going on an exotic vacation, or maybe him buying me a load of sexy underwear to get us both excited. I had even gone as far as thinking he was going to say we should get turned on by watching some provocative videos. Then I supposed he was suggesting we start experimenting with some new positions or perhaps even try oral sex.
At first he seemed hesitant to tell me what kind of spicing up he was talking about. So I had prodded him for more information.
"And just how do you suggest we spice our marriage up?"
Imagine my surprise when he floors me with the idea that we should become "swingers."
I had always viewed marriage as being sacred and an institution not to be taken lightly. I couldn't imagine being in a marriage where either of us would be free to "cheat." I firmly believed that marriage was supposed to be where each partner was strictly monogamous.
"Wow, this is sooooo amazing, Donna," he blurts out, pumping his fist in the air.
I begin to tremble with a sense of both fear and loathing. I can't believe I have agreed to his stupid idea of us becoming "swingers," but after more than six months of him asking me non stop, I finally cave. And the thought of it makes me absolutely sick. I want to vomit, but instead breathe deeper and faster. His obvious joy at being able to be in the arms of another woman, is leaving me feeling outraged.
He is gloriously happy at the thought. So happy, in fact, that his face is actually glowing.
Fresh flesh! Why is it so fucking important to him to have fresh flesh? And why does he seem more excited now then on our honeymoon?
"Why do you seem even more excited now, then when we were on our honeymoon?" I ask him, tossing my arms in the air for added effect.
"Don't be silly," he spits out. "I'm just overjoyed because something like this can save our marriage."
"I don't see how," I whisper in defeat. "Something like this could easily backfire. So many things could go wrong."
"What could possibly go wrong? I mean, this way neither of us ever have to cheat. We merely pick a couple a few times a year, and while I have sex with the guy's wife, you have sex with her husband. My best friend Larry has swinging parties at his mansion every weekend. We could attend them. All in just a whole lot of fun with no emotional attachment. It's just to keep our sex life fresh and exciting. We'll end up loving each other more, not to mention enjoying each other's bodies the more."
"So you say. But I say it can and probably will end in disaster."
"I don't see how," he said, sounding foolish. "I've thought it all through, and nothing can go wrong. It's just going to be a lot of super fun. What could possibly go wrong?"
"Sexually transmitted diseases for one. Pregnancies for another."
He scoffed at my words, then planted a goofy grin on his face.
"We'll be faithfully using condoms. So that's a non-issue."
"Until one breaks or leaks."
"The chances of that happening are very small."
"Maybe, but it is still a chance. Sooner or later these things could happen. And things are not always accidental."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that a guy or gal might poke a hole in a condom just because they get extra excitement of taking risks. Or maybe a woman can't get pregnant by her husband so she tries to get pregnant with someone else's husband."
"That's pretty far fetched."
"Not really," I insisted. "And then there's the possible emotional attachment to worry about."
"Emotional attachment?"
"Yeah, like falling in love unexpectedly. The heart is a finnicky thing. And then there is a chance someone may develop into a stalker, and become obsessed."
He seemed floored and began to look frustrated.
"My friend Larry would never permit something like that happening. Besides, you're only finding fault with the plan and imagining all these negative scenarios because you want to stop it from happening before it starts."
His words stung me like flying daggers. I was suddenly deflated and dejected. He was determined to have sex with other girls and that was that. This way he knew he didn't have to cheat behind my back. He could simply do it in front of my face.
"I'm not trying to back out of agreeing to your crazy plan," I assured him. "But I am merely pointing out the pitfalls."
"Everything will work out just fine, you'll see."
A tear suddenly plummeted down my cheek, and I could feel myself tremble with rage. Couldn't he see how unfair this whole thing was to me? He was always insinuating that he might end up divorcing me or cheating on me in secret if I didn't agree to let the two of us become swingers.
I was trying not to feel horribly manipulated and used. But that was what I got for marrying a multi-millionaire. He had spent his whole life feeling spoiled and entitled. Normal every day rules didn't seem to apply to him. Why couldn't I have chosen whom I would fall in love with?
I cupped both hands and clasped my face, suddenly weeping like a baby. He was forcing me to accept his stupid fantasy and make it my own. But deep down I wanted no part of it and he knew that. But he was being incredibly selfish and thoughtless. He obviously didn't care how much the idea sickened or upset me. He only wanted me to go along with it. He knew I was head over heels in love with him, and that in a few years I'd like to start having children with him. I couldn't imagine ever divorcing him. I was stuck!
He walked over and put his arm around my shoulder, whispering that it was going to be alright and that it was all for the best. He did his utmost to console me, but I was inconsolable the whole night through. We went to bed soon after and he had no problem going off to sleep without me. I remained awake and flustered, staring at the ceiling in the darkness. A long piece of silky webbing clung to the corner of that ceiling, and a spider began lunging at a trapped and helpless fly. It couldn't get away and it couldn't stop itself from having every drop of life slowly drained out of it. I felt exactly the same way.
When I awoke, I noted that Jeff was up early, and actually singing in the shower. I cringed at the sound of his ecstatic voice. He had never sung in the shower before. And he had never gotten up for work early before. It made me realize he was on cloud nine over my capitulation to his "swingers" demand.
I lay on the bed and could feel my stomach churn. I wondered if he actually had a "swinging" couple all picked out already. And if he had, what did they look like, and what kind of personality did they have?
The whole thing became more revolting to me the more I thought about it. Jeff and I had only been married for three years, and yet he had told me point blank for the last six months that our marriage needed spicing up if it was going to be saved.
I had to ask myself if debasing my body by sleeping with some strange man was going to actually save my marriage. A part of me was certain it was only going to end up ruining things between Jeff and I. Still, I couldn't seem to stop myself from loving Jeff. And I couldn't stop myself from trying anything that might actually save our fledgling marital relationship.
I knew in my heart of hearts that it was either go through with this damn "swingers" demand, or risk losing Jeff forever in a divorce. I sulked at the thought as Jeff kept singing up a happy storm. Was I even sure that such a flimsy marriage was even worth saving? And why did I love the creep so much? Especially after all the anguish his abominable suggestion had put me through.
