Things didn't pan out exactly the way I'd thought they would, in regard to addressing my wife's potential infidelity. After Bridget had informed me and then departed, I'd determined to confront Penny about what I'd been told. However, after a brief wave of sadness, I soon found myself clear headed and focused. This allowed me to consider what I'd been told, and two things occurred to me. First, Bridget was a trouble-maker, and I couldn't be certain she'd not lied; merely looking to cause trouble in my marriage. The second was, I now had the ring back on my finger. Shaytan, the self-proclaimed Master of the Ring, or some such thing, had presented me with a test, and I'd failed. This concerned me more than my wife's potential infidelity.
"Fuck!" I cursed, berating myself as I sat alone. "I asked Shaytan to remove the thing; he did so with a warning, but I've been weak. Now I'm once again stuck with it back on my finger, along with all the issues it previously brought me."
I went and played my golf game, but remained distracted, playing poorly. My golf partners commented on this, but I passed it off as the pressures of returning to work the following week. Following golf, Penny had beaten me home and announced she wouldn't have to go sit with her sister that evening.
That night I could tell Penny was interested in sex, but I was unwilling to touch her, still troubled by what Bridget had told me. The following day she announced she'd need to stay with her sister that night.
I waited an hour after she'd left, got in my car and drove across town to Penny's sister's house. As I drove by I saw no sign of Penny's car parked in the driveway. I parked up and called Penny. She answered.
"I was just wondering about dinner tomorrow."
"Ahh hang on I'm not sure. I'll just ask ..." she replied, and silence followed. "No, sorry, Caroline's feeling really low and says she'll need me here tomorrow night. I'll look to make it home the following night. You all OK?"
"Yeah, yeah, fine," I replied, with a sinking heart. "I'll see you then."
"Fuck it!" I swore, after ending the call. "Fuck her... and Howard Jensen."
I started the car and drove home, Bridget's story all but confirmed.
I should have felt bereft, in a mire of sadness. But I wasn't. All I felt was dismissive anger toward my wife. I started the car and drove downtown, stopping at the first classy looking bar I could find.
There was a woman sitting alone conversing with the bartender. He walked away to serve someone as I walked up. I struck up a conversation and found out she was in town for a conference, commencing the following day. She was sharing a room with a colleague. They'd had dinner, the colleague had gone to their room, and this woman was having a final drink, before also heading up.
As we spoke I put a hand across and laid it on hers. She gave me that by now familiar initial facial response indicating 'What on earth are you doing,' just before the power of my wonderful ring flooded through her.
Ten minutes later she was bent forward over the toilet system, thong around her thighs, with me fucking her forcefully from behind. After I'd left her panting from the most fulfilling orgasm she'd ever experienced, I left her there, finished my drink and departed.
"Fuck Penny," I thought as I drove home. "This ring gives me an infinite number of choices. I'm definitely gonna leave her."
The following morning I was in an upbeat mood, arriving back at work to be greeted by all my staff, including Emily. The sight of her rekindled memories of our tryst in Africa, but the arousal was nowhere near the same extent as it had been prior to that sexual romp, in her hotel room. Immediately prior to that, my desire to fuck Emily had been overwhelming. Now, she no longer gave me the same raging hard on. I considered how it wasn't the first time this had occurred. It had been the same with Lauren and my wife Penny. I pondered this.
"It's strange. Maybe it's because once that itch has been scratched, the ring is less attracted to the woman, and that intense passion falls away," I thought, the notion reinforcing I still had much to learn about the impact of my ring.
I moved to my office and Vanessa followed with some briefings on Ghana, and how matters were progressing over there. They left me alone, until two hours later Vanessa returned.
"Hey Robert; Paula Broadbank's been in the office discussing how we're going to market our interests in Ghana."
"Has she?" I said, surprised. "Are you not dealing directly with Annette Bond; the control freak?"
"No! Since that time you visited her, Ms. Bond has taken a step back and leaves it mostly to Paula. I much prefer dealing with her. She's nice. We get on well and have made good progress. Anyway, we're finished for today and she's wondering if you've got time to see her briefly."
"Yeah sure, always happy to see Paula. Send her through."
Paula and I had both worked for the company for many years. She was in Marketing, so our paths didn't cross often, but we'd been to work functions. I'd met her husband Tony, a School Principal and decided they were by and large and extremely boring couple. While attractive, Paula had never previously aroused me, with our interaction in her office merely a means to an end.
"Hey Paula. Good to see you again," I called, noting she'd cut and styled her hair shorter.
"Hi Robert. Thanks for seeing me. I hope this is an ok time."
"Yeah, yeah, no problem. I like your hair that way." I replied, shifting in my chair, happy to have the desk between us.
"Thanks. I thought I needed to do something a bit different. You know.... I'm glad you like it."
Paula hadn't needed to style her hair. In her mid-thirties, she was an attractive woman. However, this didn't explain the intensity of my arousal on this occasion, because this had not occurred during our liaison in her office. On that occasion I'd merely used the power of the ring to get an appointment with her boss Annette Bond. While I'd enjoyed teasing the strait-laced woman, it hadn't caused my body the type of arousal I now felt. This was like it had been with Lauren and Emily, but in reverse, and it puzzled me further.
"I do like it. Now, what can I do for you?"
"Well...I... umm..." she began before looking back toward the door, which nosey Vanessa had left ajar.
"Close it if you like," I offered, which Paula did, before moving to sit in front of my desk.
"Vanessa will think you're looking for a job on our team?" I joked.
"I'd like that; but no, that's not why I asked to see you..." she began, hands clamped tightly in her lap.
"Ok! What then?" I asked, which saw Paula take a big breath and go silent, before eventually continuing.
"It's about what happened a month or so back; in my office. At my desk. When you were after an appointment with Annette."
"Ah yeah, look Paula. I'm sorry about that, I was out of line... you know, I..."
"Don't apologize. The problem's mine. The fact is, I'm happily married to Tony, and... what we did was wrong. So very wrong, like nothing I've ever done previously in my marriage... but... well... it's created another problem."
"That being?"
"I just can't stop thinking about it."
"You mean; like, in a nice way?" I looked to clarify, which saw her purse her lips.
"Yes, in a very nice way, and a lot of the time. Actually, to be truthful, I'm constantly recalling how it felt," she said, raising a hand to her chest, before running it down the blouse, across her breast, and placing it back in her lap.
This very sexy gesture which, along with her admission, had me nearly creaming my pants. Again, I shifted my weight in the chair, recalling Paula's well-proportioned breasts.
"I'm glad you've fond memories of that day Paula. Tony would have benefitted no doubt."
"Yes he has. That aspect of our marriage has increased... markedly. However, Tony's quite fixed in his ways and well... he has set ideas on what he feels is sufficient and ummm... oh this is quite embarrassing for me," she said, blushing brightly and dropping her eyes.
"No, no; don't be embarrassed. I can see you've been very brave in coming over and telling me this. But; what would you like me to do?" I asked, with some idea as to how she'd answer.
"I've nowhere else to turn Robert. I've been faithful to Tony throughout our marriage. Never even flirted with another man... until that day in my office. I'm not the type of woman who's going to go out to a bar and find someone. I've tried to involve Tony more, and I've been doing plenty of what you had me do in the office that day," she said, referring to my getting Paula to touch herself. "However, that only goes so far. I need more. You understand don't you?"
Paula's shy admissions had my loins flaring. With all that was occurring in my home life, this was just the diversion I needed. At times like this, I loved my ring.
"Yeah, I understand. If I'm hearing you correctly Paula, you'd be quite keen for me, and me alone, to touch you some more, in all the right places. Is that right?"
"Yes, that's right," she said, vigorously nodding her head, happy that I'd seemingly understood her dilemma.
"You talking about right now?" I asked, standing, causing her eyes to open wider.
"No, not here," she gasped, quickly turning her head to the door.
"You sure; because you've made me very hard."
"Oh! Well... " she said, seemingly mesmerized by my trouser fronts and wavering, before pulling herself up. "No! I... we can't. Vanessa will already be suspicious of the closed door. Couldn't we find some place to go. Do you have a place?"
"Not really," I lied, having full use of my friend Paul Corrigan's apartment, anytime he wasn't in town.
"What about your place?" Paula continued. "Maybe I could get off later in the day and we could go there. Or a motel?"
"No; I don't think so. My house is a no go, and a motel is very smutty. What about your house?"
"Oh no, we couldn't..."
"Yes we could; if you're as desperate as you say you are, then we'll meet there tomorrow. Tony and the kids go off to their schools. You stay home, telling them you've got a Dentist appointment, or some such thing. You give Annette the same excuse. Then you wait for me to call around. How's that for a plan?"
Paula said nothing for a time. I could see she was wrestling between her sexual needs and the idea of having these satisfied in the sanctity of her family home. Paula was a conservative woman whose ramped-up sexual needs were not being met. Her two worlds were colliding, and at that minute it was making her extremely uncomfortable. I eventually prompted her. She caved.
"Well... I suppose... yes, yes; that will be ok. What day? Tomorrow did you say?"
"Tomorrow's good. I'll come around about ten in the morning."
"Yes, OK. I'll be home," she said, giving me the address and then standing. "Could you park down the street?"
"Sure, and Paula; trim that hairy bush of yours before I arrive, OK."
"Umm... Ok," she agreed blushing, before standing and moving to the door.
