Guess What Honey?

I pulled my hand away from my wife's grip as if it had suddenly burned me. I quickly stood, causing Maddie to fall back on her backside as I stepped around her and made for the front door. I had no clue of precisely what I was doing, simply knowing that I needed to be elsewhere at that moment.

"Where are you going?" Maddie called out behind me, with panic in her voice. "Please don't leave, Peter," she begged through her tears, her voice sounding anguished and afraid as I grabbed my keys from the bowl by our front door.

"I've got to get out of here, Maddie," I explained, not bothering to look back as my hand gripped the front doorknob. "I need to be somewhere else right now, somewhere where you're not."

And with that, I walked out the front door, hearing Maddie's voice calling my name as it closed behind me. I made my way over to my Mustang, not pausing until I'd settled in behind the wheel. I cranked the engine, the robust V-8 engine roaring to life as I threw the car into reverse and backed out of our driveway. As I did, I became aware of two things. One was that my wife was standing on our front porch, apparently attempting to discourage me from leaving. But it was the second realization that left me feeling dazed and confused.

My cock was so hard it hurt.

CHAPTER TWO

I quietly opened the front door and stepped inside the dark interior of my home. The house was deathly quiet, only the sound of the air conditioner running to break up the eerie silence of a home whose occupants were all asleep. It was nearly midnight, and I'd just returned from trying to clear my mind and quell my anger while I drove.

It hadn't totally worked.

I was still conflicted, opposing forces battling my mind and body for control. Neither seemed willing to cede power, and I hadn't yet been able to bring both parties to the table to achieve a suitable cease-fire.

On the one hand, there was a boiling tempest of rage simmering inside me, resentment and anger towards my wife and this man chasing her fueling the fire that fed the intense heat and pressure building inside me.

It wasn't so much that my wife had admitted to being attracted to another man. After all, she was human, and attraction was simply one of those things that were out of our control. It was easy to covet what we saw every day, including the people we encountered. Maddie was guilty of just that, though that fact, in and of itself, wasn't condemning. I met attractive women every day. Women that I felt drawn to, sometimes strongly.

But that was where my wife had gone wrong. Maddie had allowed her desires and pride to place her in a position to be tempted. Yes, she'd ultimately passed her test of character by rebuffing the object of her desire. But not before dishonoring me by allowing this Mark guy to worm his way inside her mind. Now, through her, he was situated between us like a razor-sharp steel wedge being used to split a piece of dense hardwood. Yes, our bond was strong, but I couldn't help but wonder if, given time, this Mark wouldn't be able to split us in two.

But I'm ashamed to admit that the potential destruction of my marriage and family wasn't what had filled me with such a sense of dread and shame. It was my reaction to the thought of my Maddie willingly giving herself to another man sexually.

When I'd left the house, I hadn't been able to escape the mental images of Maddie dancing with this mysterious figure. Of him pulling my sexy wife's body in tightly against his tall and masculine frame, taking Maddie's breath away as she was captured in his hypnotic gaze and strong embrace. And in my fantasies of those moments, this Mark was always hard, his erection pressing against my wife's abdomen, the feel of it making Maddie wet and excited, as he leaned down and captured her lips with his...

Ashamed and conflicted, my mind feeling nearly delirious, I'd pulled into a shopping center and parked in a spot far away from any other cars. There, I'd unzipped my fly, pulled out my stiff erection, and began stroking it as I progressed my fantasy far beyond the truth I'd practically forced my wife to reveal. In my mind's eye, Maddie had resisted his kiss at first, trying to pull away before Mark had taken her hand and placed it between them and onto his impressive erection. Maddie's will to resist had crumbled then and there, my wife stiffening as her hand gripped this man's cock, the first she'd touched other than mine since the two of us had gotten together. It had frozen there, grasping the man's tumescent manhood before slowly beginning to move back and forth across the crotch of Mark's pants.

I'd continued to stroke the length of my cock as I imagined this new man in my wife's life suddenly taking her hand and pulling Maddie in the restroom's direction. When they were safely ensconced inside, he'd quickly leaned her against the sink and lifted her skirt, grabbing her panties and violently ripping them from her shapely hips in a fashion that caused Maddie to moan lasciviously, as she stared at her own reflection in the bathroom's mirror.

Her paramour had then released his turgid manhood and sunk it into Maddie's sodden furrow, slicing between the walls of her cunt, my wife's adulterous eyes going big as her new lover began to pound her pussy frantically, pulling her hips back into each of his thrusts, the feel of it causing Maddie's eyes to roll back in her head.

As my wife came loudly in my shameful fantasy, I did too in real life, my cum rocketing upwards through the shaft of my cock and erupting out of the tip of my manhood. It splashed against the steering wheel of my muscle car, coating my hand as I groaned out my climax, my hand racing up and down my shaft. It was perhaps the most satisfying climax I'd had in months, or maybe even ever.

My need sated, guilt and shame had then flooded my awareness. The reality that I was aroused by the thought of my wife being with another man sickened me. It literally made me feel as though I wanted to vomit. How could any sane man have such desires? And if he did, how could he live with himself?

And though I'd never before considered myself a jealous man, I had to admit that what I was feeling now was undoubtedly the green-eyed monster deluging me in a flood of jealousy. I'd tried to reason then and there that this was my sanity returning and that my previous arousal had been nothing more than some brief psychosis that had momentarily driven me mad due to my wife's sudden and unexpected revelation. After all, though, Maddie was often shamelessly flirted with and aggressively hit on. I'd never known her to be intrigued by any of these sexual advances. And the fact she'd not only been aroused by this new man but had also obviously entertained the thought of going on a date with him was what had brought on my fit of envy.

But that had brought my thoughts back to that lurid scene in Roberto's, and I had felt a familiar stirring between my legs.

So I'd driven around some more, finally stopping at a Waffle House for a cup of black coffee. The waitress had tried to engage me in conversation, even flirting with me lightly before finally grasping from my silence that I didn't want to be bothered.

Finally, though, I'd concluded that I couldn't outrun my problems. Though I still didn't understand what I was feeling and couldn't possibly deal with the range of emotions I was experiencing, I knew I had to go home.

So, here I was, standing in the darkness and wondering what I would say to my wife if she was still awake. I knew that Maddie would likely have questions, ones of the type that I didn't currently have answers to. But to my surprise, I didn't have the luxury of having time to formulate what my responses would be.

"Peter?"

I looked over to my right and saw Maddie sitting on the couch in the darkness. Her eyes looked red and puffy, telling me she'd spent a good portion of the two-plus hours I was gone crying.

"What are you doing? Why aren't you in bed?" I asked, already knowing that she'd been waiting for me to return.

"I was worried, honey!" Maddie declared, as she left the couch and came to stand in front of me, tears began to stream down her face. "You just stormed out, and I didn't know where you were going! I called your cell, but you never answered!"

"It's in our room charging," I replied, with a shrug.

"Where did you go? You scared me."

"I needed time to think about everything you told me and I didn't think I'd be able to do it around you," I explained. "I was too upset and hurt by the things you'd said."

'And aroused... let's not forget that little fact,' was the thought that immediately went through my head, my face blushing, a fact I hoped the dim light in the room would hide.

"I'm sorry, Peter," Maddie declared, her bottom lip quivering as she wrung her hands together. "I allowed myself to get carried away by the attention and flattery that Mark heaped on me. But I promise you that I will put a stop to that. On Thursday, when he's scheduled to come by, I will put one of my staffers on his account and let them deal with him. Just please forgive me! I can't stand you being upset with me. I love you more than anything!"

Stepping forward, I brought my hands to Maddie's waist and pulled her in against me, much like I'd imagined Mark doing on the dance floor at Roberto's. Maddie's head went down, and I got a distinct impression that my wife was every bit as ashamed of her actions as I was of the arousal I'd experienced over them. Reaching a hand down, I cupped two fingers beneath her chin and lifted her head up, forcing Maddie's eyes to meet mine.

"We definitely need to talk," I told her softly. "But let's do it in our room. I've been wearing these clothes for most of the day, and I'd really like to get out of them."

Maddie nodded her head, but still looked worried as I took her hand and turned to lead her back to our bedroom. We stopped at the door to our girls' room with me opening it to check on our two sleeping angels. Katie and Alisa were eight and seven, the inseparable pair being the center of our lives. There were two more empty bedrooms in our home, but the two sisters had insisted on rooming together. Katie had even started school a year late so that she wouldn't have to leave her sister behind.

Closing their door, Maddie and I made our way to our room without conversation. I was using that time to formulate in my mind the questions I wanted to ask her, and I suspected that my wife was busily worrying about what those might be.

"Where did you go?" Maddie asked as she sat on the bed, watching me open my closet and begin undressing.

"I drove around thinking for a while and then stopped at Waffle House for a cup of coffee. Then I came home," I replied, utterly leaving out the fact that I'd stopped at the Wal-Mart shopping center to choke my chicken to thoughts of my wife being unfaithful to me.

"That was a lot of driving. You were gone a long time. You must have burned at least half a tank of gas."

I didn't reply because I didn't hear a question there. Plus, I wanted Maddie to still be feeling unsure of where she stood with me in our coming discussion. I thought it might lead to her being more honest and open when answering my question. I could feel her eyes on me the entire time I prepared for bed and couldn't help but feel a little sorry for her.

"I guess my first question for you would be if you're unhappy in our marriage?" I asked as I settled into the bed beside my wife.

"NO!" Maddie practically yelled, as she got up onto her knees. She noticed me flinch at her decibel level, and brought her hand to her mouth, realizing her mistake. We both stared towards our bedroom door, listening for any footsteps or knocks and half expecting to hear both. But when several moments had passed, and we saw no signs of either girl having been awakened, Maddie spoke again in a much quieter voice, though the intensity behind her words was no less in volume.

"No, Peter, never!" Maddie stated matter-of-factly. "This was never about that! I love you with all of my heart, and I love our family!"

"Then why?"

Maddie's shoulders slumped at that question, the look on her face one of a condemned woman. For me, this question was the important one. I had to understand Maddie's motivations for what she'd allowed to happen. If she was to be believed, my wife hadn't instigated anything, and her only crimes were in engaging in a flirtation with this guy Mark and returning his kiss. She had finally stopped what was happening and had owned up to what she'd done when I asked. No matter how reluctant she'd been in doing either thing, that still meant a lot to me.

I reached out and took my wife's hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. Maddie's lips curled slightly in a half-hearted smile that didn't make it to her eyes before faltering as she once again looked down at her hands. I could tell that I was about to hear a profound truth from my wife. Maybe something that part of me didn't want to hear.

And perhaps part of me did.

"I think part of it is me getting older. I don't feel young anymore," Maddie said, her voice cracking as she once again began to cry. "There are some mornings that I get totally depressed, and it takes me forever to get ready for work because I no longer feel attractive."

I wanted to butt in, but I didn't. As wrong as my wife was, I realized that this was how Maddie saw herself. This was her truth, and I had to let her own it, regardless of how untrue it was.

"And then along came this incredibly-handsome guy, who all the girls at work are gaga about, and he's saying all the right things to me, and for the first time in a long time, I've actually begun to feel good about myself again. I love being a wife and mom, but I feel as though I've lost who I was in those roles. But flirting with Mark has left me feeling sexy again for the first time in a long while."

That stung me fiercely, and I had to fight hard to keep a frown from coming to my face. I didn't want to discourage Maddie from being honest. So I bit my tongue to hide the hurt her words released inside me.

I watched Maddie bite at her bottom lip and begin to twirl a strand of her long hair. Both were sure signs that she wanted to say something that made her anxious. And that likely meant it would be painful for me.

"And Mark, well, he speaks to some of the sexual fantasies I had before meeting you," Maddie said, her eyes sneaking a peek at me to see how I was taking her revelation. When I offered her nothing negative, she went on. "He's different from you in many ways, and checks a lot of the boxes that I had in those fantasies."

"Wow," I said, sensing that Maddie was finally done. "I have to be honest with you, Maddie; a lot of that really hurts."

"I know it does, baby," Maddie replied, fresh tears streaming down her cheeks. "But I'm just trying to be honest with you. I didn't want to hide anything and have you discover something later on."

I guess I could buy that, but it didn't make hearing those things any easier. Still, I was curious to hear what it was about this Mark guy that so intrigued Maddie and made him her fantasy man. It intrigued me, both from the standpoint that I wanted to better understand my wife, and felt an innate need to comprehend why this man excited her so.

And then there was the deviant reason that it might help me better define my fantasy of Maddie with another man.

"Then, I guess, I have to ask what it is about this man that attracts you?"

Maddie took a deep breath at hearing that question as if it was the one she'd been dreading all along. I saw panic in her eyes, though strangely, I felt at peace. I watched her slowly let it out, and once the last wisps of it were gone, the panic was still present.

"First off, let me preface this by saying that I love you more than you'll ever know, and I love our sex life. You treat me the exact way I always dreamed of being treated whenever I fantasized about having a husband when I was younger. You make love to me in such a loving, caring, tender and unselfish way, that I could never be anything but happy with it. My friends constantly complain about what lousy, selfish lovers their husbands are. And I could never say that about you," Maddie said with sincerity, though I couldn't help but feel there was a but coming...

"But before we met, I also had fantasies about another kind of man. One who was a bit of a bad boy, and I think we can both agree that isn't you."

She was right. I was anything but a bad boy and had been described more than once as being an overgrown boy scout. But it did present me with even more questions about Mark. Ones that I hoped Maddie was about to fill in.

"I've had these longtime fantasies of being taken by a certain kind of man. A guy who just takes me and uses my body for his pleasure. He's even a little rough with me, not abusive, mind you, but in almost manhandling my body. Maybe spanking my bottom or lightly choking me while we're having sex," Maddie said while staring down at her hands, her cheeks and chest going red. I couldn't tell if it was from embarrassment at having to admit something so personal, or from the arousal of talking about the man who had so recently captivated her.

"And you think this Mark guy is like that?" I asked.

"He's very aggressive and sure of himself," Maddie replied without looking up. "And one of the newer girls in my office knew him from the last printing company she worked at. Apparently, he dated a woman there for several months, and Britney says she claimed he was a very forceful lover."

"And that excites you?"

"Yeah," Maddie admitted, in an embarrassed tone.

"Is that all there is to it?" I asked, feeling confident that there was more, but uncertain about what it was. After all, we could have role-played me being more forceful and less loving.

Maddie shook her head but didn't elaborate. Instead, her eyes were suddenly flittering around the room, looking at everything but me. And that's when I knew that we were about to get to the truth of the matter. I was about to hear why this man had struck such a chord inside her.

"We're being honest here," I announced when it appeared as if Maddie wasn't going to give me anything more. "I have to hear everything, Maddie, no matter how bad it might hurt me."

"He's black," Maddie whispered as if she didn't have the strength to say the words aloud. But for the first time since she'd started describing Mark, Maddie actually snuck a look at me, maybe to try and see what I was thinking.

I was still biting my tongue and hiding my emotions, though, and it was a good thing. Because to say I was shocked would have been a vast understatement. Maddie had never given me any indication that she was attracted to black men. We'd both made a list of movie stars we could have a hall pass for, and all of Maddie's had been of the vanilla variety. There hadn't even been a hint of chocolate.

"Since we're being honest, I'll have to admit what you just said surprises me. Not because I think there's anything wrong with it, but because you've never given me any indication of you being attracted to black men."

I sat there quietly, watching my wife and waiting for a response. But Maddie was back to staring at her hands. I was beginning to wonder if she was ever going to reply, but then I realized that I hadn't actually asked a question.

"So you have a thing for black men?" I said as gently as possible, without trying to sound accusatory.

"No, not really," Maddie replied, actually meeting my eyes.

"I'm confused."

With a deep sigh, my wife said, "Okay, there was this black guy back in my high school who Mark reminds me of. This guy was a real bad boy. The kind of guy that no other guy in school would want to mess with, while also being the kind of guy that every girl wanted to spend time with."