Alex - 10 Days of Torment Ch. 31

© 2022, All rights reserved -- mimaster

Christina returns home, but to an uncertain reception.

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Early Monday Morning, May 26th

Ashley slowed down, taking the curve gently that led into the Edwards gated oceanside community. It was 4:30ish in the morning, and it had been a long drive from Las Vegas. Not in terms of the actual distance, as they'd made really great time traveling in the middle of the night. It was the emotional journey she and Christina had been on.

In a lot of ways, Ashley had been playing therapist, dealing with a patient that had endured an unbearable trauma. For all intents and purposes, Christina was a kidnap/hostage victim. At least that's how Ashley was looking at the situation. For all she knew her new friend was experiencing Stockholm syndrome. She'd had to tred carefully early on to draw her out of her shell. Mainly because Christina was shell shocked.

That gradually changed the last hour or so. Christina had something to eat, and that greatly changed her disposition. She was still unnerved by the prospect of having to go to rehab, but she came to realize it was the right thing to do. She needed to put the time in to get healthy, and talking to an actual therapist would likely do her a lot of good. Alex as well. They were going to have to reconnect, and then figure out where they wanted to go with their marriage. The aftermath of her ten days away from him and her family wasn't going to be pretty at first, but she was determined to do whatever she needed to do to move forward. That first step was beyond the gate she was looking at through the windshield.

Ashley navigated the speed bump, and stopped at the guard shack. The rubber hose stretched across the entrance just beyond that safety barrier alerted the person inside that someone was approaching. He were in the back of the cottage style building, watching televison. He got to the window at roughly the time Ashley stopped the Toyota.

"Hi. You must be Ashley," he said with a warm smile.

"I must," she giggled, handing him her driver's license. "Sounds like you've been expecting me."

"Yes, and her," he chuckled as he bent down a bit to look through the drivers window. "Good morning, Mrs. Edwards... wow! You're a blonde now. Nice!"

"Thank you, Jody. Good morning to you too."

"How was your vacation?"

"Feels a bit like I've been through a time warp."

"I'll bet. Let me get Ashley in the system. How did you want me to enter her. Mr. Edwards didn't say."

"Special list, please. Frequent visitor with privileges."

"That sounds fun," Ashley laughed. "Is that kinda like a friend with benefits?"

"It's exactly like a friend with benefits," she winked. "You're welcome to come over any time. Your boyfriend is already on the list, but he never visits."

"Well I'm definitely going to ask him to fix that."

"Ask?" she snickered.

"I know your interactions with me have been anything but normal. I'm a sub."

"I know."

"Well, I'm not usually the aggressor like I was with you. Jack is my Dom. I follow his direction. But I do have a voice, and he listens."

"Damn," Jody chuckled. "I knew you had cool friends, Mrs. Edwards."

"Please Jody... call me Christina. Billy does. You're not going to get into trouble. I promise."

"Okay," he nodded. "This is Kalinda's vehicle, right?"

"Yes," Ashley smiled.

"That's fine. When you come with your own vehicle I'll have get it in the system."

"Happy to. Is there anything else?"

He handed her the license back and hit the button to open the gate. "Nope. You're good, Ashley. And Christina?"

"Yes?"

"Love the outfit," he winked.

"Ha! I bet you do."

"I have to admit, when Ashley said she's a sub, it made me wonder if you were the Domme."

"I was going to be. Thankfully, plans changed. Oh shit! That makes me think! I need you to remove someone from that list!"

"She's already been removed. We've also filed a restraining order. If she's spotted within a thousand feet of the community we'll call the police and she'll be picked up."

"Really?"

"Billy took care of it. You're safe here. I promise."

"Thanks, Jody."

"You're welcome. Enjoy your holiday."

"Holiday?" Christina said to Ashley as she drove through the gate.

"Today's Memorial Day," she replied.

"Is that true?"

"I don't lie, Chris. I hate people that do."

"Yeah. Me too," she said thinking of her former friend.

They pulled into the driveway a minute later, Christina feeling emotional when she saw the house.

"You okay?"

"I honestly wondered if I'd ever see it again. I know that seems preposterous, but."

"Not really. There had to be moments for you like that. C'mon. Let's get you inside."

They didn't quite make it. They were stopped on the front sidewalk. The door opened, Alex standing there, naked. His hand went over his mouth, and he welled up. But his body had a mind of it's own, as of it was somehow conditioned. Seeing his wife as Venus in person for the first time had a startling impact on him. He'd seen her only in videos, having hot, nasty sex. It was like his own personal porn star had shown up at his home, and with the way she was dressed, his cock instantly grew to it's full size. It seemed bigger to Christina, who smiled through her tears, loving that he reacted the way he had. There was a part of her that actually wondered if he'd ever look at her the same way after everything she'd done. It seemed entirely possible that he'd look at her as undesirable.

He didn't care that he was undressed. He'd become so used to it that it was natural to be that way, and he stepped out the door and off the large stoop, walking to her as he tried to hold himself together. He did a poor job of it, letting go and full out crying as they hugged. She joined him.

Ashley looked at them, but then to the door. Maggie was there, her arms crossed with her right hand covering her mouth. She too was naked, and she was crying. They were more happy tears than the ones of relief the Edwards were sharing. She glanced in Ashley's direction, who offered a silly wave. It made her snort.

When Ashley nodded and opened her arms, Maggie raced to her. That too was a natural response. She needed someplace to let her own emotions out. Ashley hugged her lovingly, stroking her soft red hair.

"It's okay. Let it out, Mag. Let it all out," she whispered.

Alex held his wife for at least ten minutes, the two of them letting it all out themselves. They'd stopped crying halfway through that time, but neither wanted to be the first to let go. It was Christina who finally acknowledged the length of time they'd clung to each other.

"I guess you do still love me," she said in his ear.

He pulled back and kissed her deeply. Her lips tingled from the heat she felt in that moment. It was on the edge of passion, like he was testing the waters.

It was a lot like the first time he'd ever kissed her. Curious. Nervous. Hopeful. And full of emotion. His ability to wash her worries away with a kiss was one of the reasons she fell in love with him. No man had ever made her feel safer than him.

"I'll never stop," he replied as they looked into each other eyes. He was still holding her close, their bodies molded together.

She felt his cock throbbing against her abdomen, and it actually made her wet. It was not the way she thought their reunion would be. She'd been playing it out in her mind off and on during her talk with Ashley.

"You're still hard, baby."

"You seem surprised."

"I am. I wasn't sure... well, I'm not sure about a lot of things. We obviously have a great deal to talk about."

"I know."

"I'm sure you know everything. What I've done. Where I've been. The men. The drugs. I... I'm an addict, Alex. I need help."

"We check you in early Wednesday morning."

"We?"

"Maggie's coming."

"Oh. Of course."

"We need to talk about her too. She's a part of us now."

"I'm afraid to ask what that means."

"It means that you're not the only one that's a different person. I've gone through a lot of soul-searching while you've been gone."

"I'm sure you have. I'm sorry I put you through this."

"You have no reason to be sorry. You didn't do this. We did. It's what we both wanted. We both made some mistakes. We'll get past this together. But, there's more people in the mix now and I need you to accept that. There's four of us."

"Four?"

"You, me, Maggie and Gerard."

"Gerard? Are you serious?"

"Well, yeah. I mean, I know we need to talk about this. We definitely need to set some better ground rules. Ones we actually agree upon and stick too. But you're my Queen."

"Still. After all of this," she said in disbelief belief. She even showed him the track marks on the inside of her left arm. He kissed it, like he was trying to make it all better. It did make her smile, but she remained skeptical. "I'm being real here, Alex. You can't be serious about me still being a hotwife."

"If that's what you want. I'm not going to pretend there weren't things that were way, way over the line. Treating me as a cuckold is one of them. I'm a stag," he said as he backed up two steps, pointing at his immense erection, and his thick black pubic hair styled in the shape deer antlers.

She actually giggled, even snorting. "Oh my God! You're an eight-point buck... well, nine if you count that big one in the middle! Sasha?"

"Yes. It's an eight. One for each inch, supposedly."

"I love it! You're definitely keeping it!"

"I'm only keeping it if you're going to still be my Queen. And there's going to be a lot of pressure on you to do that."

"You'd really pressure me to keep being a hotwife?"

"No. A Queen. And it wouldn't be me. It'll be Sarah. She's not going to give up that princess title easily."

His humor alleviated a lot of potential tension. It brought out her infectious laugh. But she was obviously still nervous and worried.

"Are you serious about Gerard?"

"That's one hundred percent up to you. I'd love for you to still be my hotwife. I actually think it's important if we're going to make a polyamorous marriage work."

"Whoa. That came out of nowhere," she said with a shake of her head.

"Not really. You literally invited Maggie to be a part of this. A part of us. You wanted her to be here when you were away. And she was. She took on the role of leading me, and she's been incredible with the kids. They want her here. So, you should know I made it permanent. I think it's important that all the cards are on the table. If this is too much for you to process right now, I apologize. But I'm not going to keep anything from you. That's what bought us to this point."

"No. No. I definitely invited her. What do you mean permanent... she's living here?"

"Yes. She's signed a lease on the pool house. She's a tenant."

"But, what if she doesn't like me? With everything I've done. After all the things I've put you through, she's... I made her give up her life to be a mother, for fucks sake. I... I've never even actually met her."

"I'm right here," Maggie said. She was standing next to Ashley, the two still hugging, but side by side. Christina had been so focused on Alex she never noticed her. "I'm going to like you because I love you. And I love being a guardian for the kids. I've been scared to death you won't like me."

"Our kids," Alex made sure to point out. "Like I said, they want her here. Not to replace you. In addition to you, to be there for them when you're away being, well... you know, a hotwife."

Maggie was biting her lip nervously, unsure what to do. Christina was looking her over, the fact that she was naked not even playing into the equation. She was searching her soulful green eyes, seeing in them that very love she'd proclaimed she had for her. Finally she opened her arms, and Maggie raced over, nearly jumping into them so she couldn't change her mind.

Alex took that pause to go over to Ashley. He gave her a quick hug and a peck on the cheek. "Thank you for bringing her home to me."

"It was my pleasure, Alex."

"I'm serious, Ashley. The things you did... and you didn't even hesitate when Maggie made that offhanded comment about you being perfect because you're a stripper. She was just trying to lighten the mood. She wasn't serious."

"She should have been. I was the perfect person to go with Kalinda. To be honest, most of it was a good time. I could have done without the cocaine, but I'm none the worse for wear. I'm certainly not in the situation Chris is. I don't need rehab. Is she set up?"

"Yes. Wednesday."

"Good. I don't think she's going to fight it. We had a really open talk on the way here. She got a lot off her chest, but she needs professionals."

"Was it awkward when she found out who you are?"

"I guess not. I'm on the special frequent visitor list now," she shrugged.

"Ha! Well that's good, at least."

"You know, it actually wasn't awkward at all. It might've been for her for a little bit, but we connected big time at the club. You can't fake that kind of chemistry. I think she saw me for who I really am. That's all I can be anyway. And frankly that's what she needed. Honesty. I can't imagine what she went through trying to figure out what Brandi was up to. Hell, I still can't believe that was her fucking plan. That's fucked up."

"I uh... I have no idea what you're talking about? What was she doing?"

"I'm not sure I should tell you. It should probably be Chris."

"I'm thinking she's been through enough. If I know, she won't have to say it again. Please?"

"Okay. Brandi was trying to get her pregnant."

"What!?"

Ashley gave him the quick version of the previous day's events, including the rescue. Then she offered him a brief synopsis of the plan that Christina had somehow pieced together on her own. He was visibly shaken, having watched the videos. He knew she was fucking without condoms. Maggie had not only pointed that out, she also made him aware that it was the black men only that seemed to be going bareback.

"She's ovulating," he said in a hushed panic.

"What?"

"She's been ovulating this week. Her body is a machine. She's so regular she could be a Rolex. She's been with what? Fifty different men? Sixty? I can't even calculate those odds, but she's pregnant. There's no way one of them didn't knock her up!"

"Relax. She's not pregnant."

"How can I relax? She's not only predictable, she's as fertile as a rabbit. Both times we tried to conceive she got pregnant the week we started. That's why I got fixed. This is a nightmare. I just let her think it isn't."

"It's not a nightmare. She's not going to have to get an abortion."

"She won't. That's my point. If she's pregnant, she's having the baby!"

"That's what Brandi was counting on. It's why she set her up. It's why she got her hooked on heroin. It's why she did all of this... because she can't have kids on her own and Chris can. Well, she might have been able too. Gerard, thank God, stepped up."

"What do you mean?"

"He'd made it clear he didn't like to use condoms. He gets tested regularly. She didn't want to stop seeing him, so they compromised. He took her to see her OB/Gyn, and he paid for her to have an IUD put in. She's on the most reliable birth control that exists, and has been for at least a couple of months."

"My wife... is on birth control."

"Yes. That doesn't mean she's out of the woods. She's really worried about STDs. Frankly, she should be. She's going to need to be tested. But she's not pregnant."

"Thank God. I... I owe Gerard, big time."

"Never though I'd hear you say that," she laughed.

"Seriously. I do. But, why didn't she tell me?"

"Well for one, it's her body; married

or not, she can do what she wants with it. You should know that by now. Two, I'm guessing she didn't want a lengthy debate with you about it, and it would

have been. And three, that's kind of the point of what turns you on, isn't it? The torment you go through knowing she's fucking, and going bareback with men that you know if they knocked her up the baby would look nothing like you. I'm guessing some of the videos you were addicted to were of hotwives getting creampied, right? She said you were into that."

"Yes," he admitted sheepishly.

"Well there you go. She was just giving you what you wanted, Alex. She was being the perfect naughty hotwife. It was that evil cunt that turned things upside down."

"You're right. And Gerard saved the day. I wonder how much it cost him."

"Two grand, from what she said. He paid cash."

"I need to pay him back."

"I think he'd tell you he needs to pay you back for not protecting her from Brandi. Let it go. It worked out how it was supposed to work out."

"If you say so. I still need to thank him."

"That's definitely true. He was the difference. If he's not there tonight, offering his input, Christina isn't home yet. That's a fact. It really took all of the Avengers."

"Ha! Did he pick one?"

"Sam Wilson... the Falcon."

"Ha! Cool!"

"If you say so. Pretend Superheros aside, this was anything but cool. I'm a wreck myself. This wasn't easy for us to pull off. We all took a lot of risks, Gerard included. The bottom line is he is never going to forgive himself for breaching your trust. And I would understand if you didn't offer him that olive branch. He's certainly not expecting it. He's expecting you to punch him in the mouth, and he's not going to stop you or fight back. He betrayed you."

"We've all made huge mistakes in this, Ash. I'm at the very top of that list. What matters is how we responded once we discovered who Brandi really was. Yes, my wife was in danger. Yes, I could've lost her. In the end he saw to it that that didn't happen. And at great personal sacrifice, I might add. I know how he feels about her personally, and what she does for him professionally."

"He realized he cares more about Christina."

"What?"

"A man of his integrity, and he is one; ; that man doesn't give up on the true love of his life if he feels he can salvage the relationship. If I'm right, and I really believe I am, he thinks he's lost Brandi AND Christina. But his feelings for Chris reveal where his heart really is."

"What are you saying... he loves her?"

"Yes. Not like you do, because he knows he can't have her that way, so he's not going to bare his soul totally. But I was wirh him. Hell, I fucked him at the strip club. Granted, I was high as fuck on cocaine, but he was real with me. Not guarded. He was trying his damndest to make sure he was honest about why he was really there. And that helped me trust him, because he knew he could trust me. It was cathartic."

"So what are you saying?"

"I'm saying I hope you're serious about forgiving him. And I hope you consider allowing him to remain in Christina's life. I think it would be good for all of you. I really do."

"You're asking a lot. I can forgive him. I owe him that. And Maggie wants me to let Christina still be with him."

"Smart woman," she winked.

"Be that as it may, I have to think about it. Rushing into things is one of the problems that caused all of this."

"I know. But at the same time, a lot of good things have come out of this."

"That seems hard to believe."

"You're looking at one of them, Alex. You and I never end up together like we did if you would have played things totally safe. Who knows, you might be on your way to a divorce because you and Christina were so disconnected."

That thought hit home hard. It wasn't a stretch to believe that's the direction things were heading. They certainly weren't communicating their mutual unhappiness. He wasn't going to make that mistake again.

Maggie finished crying, her head still buried between Christina's breasts; lifted up perfectly like soft pillows in the bustier. Christina was holding her, the two connecting without words. They had been the entire time Ashley and Alex talked. Taking a deep breath, Maggie finally found the strength to push herself back and look into those magical emerald eyes for the first time.