Deep Within My Heart

It was about 11:30 when I called. I told Paul the whole story. I explained how upset I was, and that I really needed someone to talk to. I asked him to come over and help me make sense of everything. He was a little reluctant, but agreed since I had been there for him. I told him to come over in about 45 minutes, which would give me time to get home and open up the house.

I was home about 30 minutes later. I turned on the lights, and decided to open a bottle of wine. I really needed something to drink. About 15 minutes later Paul knocked on the door. I offered him a glass of wine, and we sat on the couch.

I told him the story again, and then started crying.

Paul asked, "Sara, did you actually see them having sex?"

"No, thank goodness, but it was easy to see what was going on."

"Did they give you any kind of explanation?" he said.

"I never gave them a chance. I hit Rick with my hand bag, then stormed out."

"You hit him with your handbag?" Asked Paul.

"Yes, and he went flying, I guess. I didn't stay around to see the results," I said.

Paul seemed to think maybe I should have stuck around and found out more details, but that was the last thing I wanted. I finished my glass of wine, and had another. Paul had another glass, while I had 2 more. I was starting to get pretty drunk.

Suddenly a thought came to me.

"Paul, I want you to help me get revenge on that cheating bastard."

"What did you have in mind?" He asked as I poured myself another glass of wine.

"I want to send Rick a video of me getting a revenge fuck, and I want you to be the one fucking me."

Paul jumped up and said, "Hold on now Sara. I will not have sex with you to get revenge on your husband. I will admit I have fantasized about having sex with you, but I would never do it while you are married to Rick."

"Relax Paul. I don't mean have real sex. It will be simulated. I could never cheat on Rick for real. I will not break my marriage vows, plus I love him to much to do that."

"I still don't like it Sara, and I think you will come to regret it."

"No way Paul. I want him to see how it feels to have your spouse cheat on you. I want him to feel what I am feeling now. You either help me, or I will just call someone else to come do it."

Paul finally agreed, so I told how we would do it. He would take his shirt off, and I would pull my dress down to my bra. I would pull my bra straps down, and we would pull a sheet up to our shoulders. We would expose part of our shoulders so it would look like we were naked under the sheet. I would be on bottom, and he would be between my legs. We would still have our clothes on.

I finished my wine, and we walked up to mine and Rick's bedroom. I was feeling no pain, and probably wouldn't have done this if I wasn't drunk.

We got ready and crawled in the bed. I set the phone camera so it had a good shot of us. I told Paul not to make any noise, but I would be making lots of noise.

I reached up and started the camera. Paul started pumping like we were having sex. I could tell he had a pretty good boner, and could feel it when he landed on my crotch.

I started my theatrics, like I was really enjoying it. I would even look at the camera to emphasize some of the things I was saying.

"Fuck me Paul. Show that cheating bastard what it's like to know your spouse is cheating on you."

Then I said, " fuck this married pussy, and let that cheating husband see me being satisfied. You feel so good inside me."

I should get an academy award for this. We continued about 30 more seconds, then I faked an orgasm, and turned off the camera. Paul really got into it when I did my orgasm. He was really pounding.

Paul put his shirt on and said he should probably go. He wanted me to send him a copy of the video. I was reluctant, but he promised not to share it, and would delete it the next day. I finally agreed as long as he would delete it tomorrow. My guess was he would go home and masturbate while watching it. I guess I owed him that.

I put on my pajamas and robe, then laid on my bed. I had my thumb on the send button, but had not yet sent the video. I fell asleep with the phone in my hand. I woke up about 6:30 still holding my phone. I pushed send, then fell back asleep.

Around 9:30 I was awakened by the doorbell, then a loud knock at the door. I walked downstairs to the front door. My head was really hurting from the wine I drank.

I opened the door and there stood Jenny. I noticed her husband standing behind her.

"If you came to apologize, and get me to forgive my husband, forget it. Do you know what your wife and my husband were doing in San Antonio?" I asked as I looked at Jenny's husband.

"As a matter of fact I do," said Ron, as he and Jenny walked in.

"Sara, I have a lot to tell you so let's go sit down. You need to listen very carefully to what I am about to tell you."

Jenny explained about what happened after I left the room. I was horrified that I had put my husband in the hospital, but that still didn't excuse the fact that he had cheated on me. Then Jenny explained what I had really seen in the hotel room.

"Sara, what you saw was not what it looked like. First of all, my husband had arrived that evening to spend the weekend with me. He was in our room when you came in. In fact, he was patiently waiting for me to come back, and eventually fuck his brains out"

I suddenly went pale. What was going on here? Could I have been mistaken about what I saw in that hotel room?

Jenny went on, "I had just taken a shower when I realized I needed some notes from Rick to finish my portion of the mediation. I threw on a robe and called Rick. Apparently, he too had just stepped out of the shower. He said come on to his room, he just needed to throw on a robe also. That is why we had nothing on underneath our robes."

I looked at Ron, and he told me that Jenny was telling the truth. She only went to his room to pick up some notes, then would come back, finish her work, then they planned on making love the rest of the night.

I started to cry. I had really messed up. How could I be so stupid. Rick was sitting in a hospital room thinking I was the worst wife in the world. I suddenly remembered the video.

"Oh shit, the video. Jenny, did Rick see that stupid video I sent?"

" Yes he did, and quite frankly, I was appalled that you could just go out and have sex with someone just to get revenge."

"No, you don't understand. It wasn't real, it was just simulated. I got a friend of mine to fake it. I would never cheat on Rick. I love him too much."

"You sure have a funny way of showing him how much you love him. You walked into his hotel room, saw me, and assumed the worst. Then you put him in the hospital, storm out, and worst of all, never give him a chance to explain anything. Then you not only destroy, but humiliate him with that senseless video. Even if it was fake, it was a cruel thing to do. I will also tell you that Rick sure thinks it is real."

I was crying hard now. I was so ashamed of myself. Jenny was right, I had done all those things to Rick. How can he ever forgive me? I may have destroyed a great marriage, and really hurt the man I love more than anything in this world.

Then Jenny said in a compassionate voice, "Look Sara, I know that Rick loves you very much. He is always talking about you. He was saying all day Friday how much he hoped you would be able to come this weekend. You need to go to him and explain everything. Besides, he needs you to bring him home this afternoon."

"I will Jenny, and thank you so much for coming here today. I am so sorry for suspecting you with my husband. I know now that you're not the type to cheat on your husband, or try to take another woman's man. My husband is lucky to have you working for him. I just hope I'm not too late to save my marriage."

Jenny and Ron left, and wished me good luck. I quickly changed into my clothes, and headed for San Antonio. I had 2 hours to figure what I was going to tell Rick.

Rick

I sat in my hospital room in stunned silence after watching Sara having sex in that video. I remember Jenny saying something about going to see Sara, and straighten her out about everything.

This whole thing had gotten way out of hand. What started out as a simple misunderstanding, was now threatening to end a wonderful marriage, and break up a happy family. How could Sara do something like that? How could she be so cruel, and heartless. Maybe she has already found someone new, and wants a divorce?

I had a terrible headache, and my eye was really hurting. They tried to get me to eat breakfast, but I just didn't have an appetite after watching that video. The doctor came in and said all my test looked good. I would probably be able to go home this afternoon, if nothing new popped up.

How about a broken heart? Does that show up on my test?

For the next 3 hours I just laid there trying to figure out what I should do. I would at least like to talk to Sara before anything was decided.

It was about 1:00 or so when Sara walked in my room. I was mad, and glad at the same time. I was mad at the video, and I glad she finally came to see me.

Sara took one look at Rick and started crying. He had bandages on his head, and eye. His face was quite swollen, and pretty black and blue.

Worst of all was the look of hurt on his face, and the unmistakable look of someone who had been crying for quite awhile.

Sara took a deep breath, and started talking first. She sat down next to my bed and said, "Rick, I am so sorry. Jenny told me everything. I know I should have listened to your explanation, but I was just so convinced you were cheating on me."

"Sara, you have inflicted so much hurt and pain on me you cannot imagine. First there is all the physical pain. I have 14 stitches in my head. My head hurts really bad, as does my eye. Look how black and swollen my face is? That is nothing compared to the hurt I feel because you didn't trust me enough to even sit down and listen to what was really going on."

"I know Rick,and I am just so sorry I don't know what to say."

"Then there is the matter of the video you sent me," Rick said. I can't believe it took you so little time to go out and fuck someone else."

Sara jumped up and screamed, "NO RICK, that was not real. I didn't really have sex with him. It was all simulated. We still had our clothes on. I could never really cheat on you. I love you so much Rick. You have to believe me."

"Oh, so you want me to give YOU the benefit of the doubt, even though the video clearly shows you fucking some guy in our bed. Yet when you walk into my hotel room where absolutely nothing was going on, you assume the worst, and never give me a chance to explain."

"I know it looks bad Rick, but I swear it was fake. That was my friend Paul from school. He would be the last guy I would ever have an affair with. He was even very reluctant to do it."

"Yea, I bet," was my reply.

"It's true Rick. I only wanted you to think I was having sex so you could see how it feels. I still believed that you had been having sex with Jenny. I was going to call you later to let you know it was fake."

"Fake or not, it was still a mean thing to do Sara. The things you were saying in that video, it sounded like he was a much better lover than me. You sounded like you were enjoying it so much."

"Yes, I guess I over did it, but it was all an act Rick. I didn't want to hurt you, I just wanted you to see what it felt like."

"I guess since I never really did anything, then you accomplished more than you set out to. It hurt like hell Sara, and still does. I don't want to talk anymore right now. My head hurts so bad I can hardly stand it. I'm hoping they will finally be able to give me some pain pills when we leave."

Sara didn't say anything else. She just sat there sobbing and starring at me. About an hour later the doctor came in and signed my release.

They did give me some pain medication which put me to sleep on the drive home. It was a good thing because I didn't want to talk to Sara anymore.

When we hot home I informed Sara that I would be staying on the couch the next couple of days. I still had visions of her with Paul in our bed, even if it was fake.

I could tell Sara was very upset, and didn't know what to do. She brought me food, and whatever I needed, but otherwise left me alone. She told Cat I had tripped and fallen in my hotel room. Cat knew something was up, and would probably figure it out.

Monday afternoon I was working while sitting on the couch. The doorbell rang, and it was Paul. He asked if he could talk to me, so I invited him in. He had a laptop with him.

"First off Rick I want to apologize for what happened with Sara. She was drunk, and I also had a couple of drinks. When she explained her plan, I tried to convince her it was a bad idea. She insisted, mainly because she was absolutely sure you had cheated on her."

"You do know that what she thought happened, did not actually happen," I said.

"Yes, she explained everything to me today. Rick I just want you to know how sorry I am about that video. I would never do that for real with a married woman, much less with you and Sara. I want to prove to you that it was fake."

Paul started his laptop and brought up the video.

"I'm not going to show the whole thing, or even turn on the sound. I just wanted to show you something here at the end of the video."

Paul fast forwarded to near the end of the video. He then froze the frame and showed it to me.

"Here, you can see the sheet fly up, which clearly shows us with our clothes on," exclaimed Paul.

I looked at the video and sure enough you could see that they were dressed.

"You're right Paul, this does prove that it was all simulated, but it does not excuse the fact that she intentionally tried to hurt me when I had done nothing wrong."

"At the time Rick she truly believed you had. Rick, Sara loves you so much. She feels terrible about this whole mess. She wants you to forgive her, and she wants to make it up to you."

"Thanks for coming Paul. You did clear up my doubt about the video, but there are a lot more issues here that Sara and I must deal with. I just have to sort everything out before I can move on."

We shook hands and Paul left. I actually kind of like the guy. A little later Cat came out of the kitchen. I wonder if she heard all that?

I still didn't discuss anything with Sara that night, but I sure could feel the watchful eye of Cat. I could see the wheels turning in her head.

The next night Sara came in the living room and sat beside me on the couch.

She said, "Rick, you have had enough time to think now. We have to talk about this,and decide what we're going to do."

"I agree Sara. It is time to talk."

Cat walked in and said, "Good, it's about time you two sat down and talked. The best way to solve a problem is get the 2 sides together, and come to an agreement. I am going to make sure we do that tonight."

We were both amazed at our little girl. Looks like we had ourselves a mediator.

Cat started out by saying, "I think I pretty much know what is going on here, but I want each side to tell your story. I do not want anything left out. We cannot reach a settlement unless everything is on the table. We will start with you Mom."

Sara told her story with nothing left out. Then I told mine. Cat took notes during both our testimonies.

After we finished Cat looked over her notes a few minutes before she said anything.

Finally she said, "OK, on issue number 1 where Mom walks into Dad's room. Dad? Did Mom ever convey to you her worries, or jealousy of Jenny and you traveling together?"

"Yes, she mentioned that it bothered her a little."

"And did you address it, and if so, how?

"Well, I guess I sort of laughed it off. I told her she had nothing to worry about."

"Dad, Mom had a legitimate concern. Did you not take her serious?"

"I guess I didn't. I mean, I thought it was cute she was jealous. There was no reason for her to be."

"Obviously there was some merit to her jealously in the way she reacted when she came into your room. What would you have thought Dad, if the positions had been reversed?"

I thought a minute and realized I may have jumped to the same conclusion, especially if I was suspicious to start with.

So I said, "I probably would have had the same reaction."

Cat said, "So here is my proposal to solve issue #1. Dad, from now on if Mom brings up any fear, or concern about anything, you have to promise to take it serious, no matter what. Can you agree to that?"

"Yes, I will agree, and will also promise to be a good listener, and never take for granted any concerns your mother has."

"Good, and Mom you must do the same. Now we need some compensation for Mom, so I suggest that you take her out to an expensive steak house for dinner this weekend. Can you agree to that Dad?"

"Yes, I will make reservations for Saturday night."

"Next we have the issue of you hitting Dad, and not sticking around to hear his explanation. Both of these fall on you Mom, so I am going to put them together. I am also going to find you at fault, and go straight to compensation. Mom, you deserve some punishment, and you will have to do something to make it up to Dad."

Cat thought a moment, then spoke. " Dad, mom caused you a lot of physical pain, so you will get to give her some. Mom, you will have to remove your clothes, bend over Dad's knee, and he will give you 20 swats with his hand. Do you think 20 is enough Dad?

Sara and I both sat there with our mouths open. We couldn't believe what we had just heard, but we knew Cat was dead serious.

"Yes, I think that will be sufficient," I managed to say.

"Good. Now the compensation. After the spanking, Dad will take off his clothes and lie on the bed. Mom, you will be required to massage, rub, and sexually please him in whatever fashion he requires. I think it goes without saying that various forms of oral sex should be in order. Do you agree to that Dad?

"Yes, I think I can agree to that."

Sara and I were shocked, but we were also trying very hard not to laugh. Cat on the other hand was very serious. Where did she learn all this?

"Good. The last issue is the video. It is a tough one. Once again Mom I think you have the most blame here, however, since you did it thinking Dad had cheated, there are some mitigating circumstances. Here is my proposal. First of all, the video in question, and any copies, will be completely deleted, and will never be brought up again. It will be replaced with a new video."

Sara and I both looked at each other wondering where this was going. Cat finally let out a little snicker as she continued.

"After you finish your 1 hour session for Dad, you will set up your camera by your bed again. You will make a video of the both of you making love. It needs to be representative of just how much you 2 love each other. I will leave the house tonight so you won't hold back. I will go to the library to study, and will be back at 10:00. I assume you can accomplish everything by then?"

We both looked at each other and answered, "Sure."

"Also, I will not need verification, so the video will only be available to the both of you."

"We agree," we said as we tried to contain our laughter.

"Good. One last thing, I don't see a need to put all this in writing. We will consider it a verbal agreement sealed with a hug," Cat said.

Sara and I both took Cat in our arms and gave her a big hug. What an amazing daughter we have. She will be a partner in my law firm someday.

Then I gave Sara a big hug and kiss, and a little wink.

"Oh, I almost forgot, my fee. There is a concert next month I really want to go to with my friends. Tickets are about $150. I think that should cover it."