The Epiphanous Spouses Pt. 01

"Hello, Susan ... I know, I know .. I don't know how much longer I can keep up my fucking good cheer.

No, he doesn't know. David can't know and I will never tell him. I love him too much.

You know why. ... it's killing me

If it was under different circumstances, I'd tell him to fuck off and never look back.

Yes, I know .. Of course I should not have done it but I did and now I'm forced to take this action.

Susan you just don't know or I guess you do understand. He's big. He's forceful and he doesn't ask me. He just takes it. I have to give in to him.

Yes .. Yes, you know I do ... but this is best. If he finds out he will divorce me anyway.

Yes, he will. You don't know David. He won't tolerate this. I should have put a stop to it from the beginning but I didn't. I can't hold onto him and keep this up.

No... NO ... Other than what he does to me, I can't stand him. There is no way.

Susan... Susan, listen to me. The only way I can protect David is to leave him before he finds out. Oh my god, what have I turned into?"

The answer to that was apparent to me. She was a cheating fucking whore for an ugly prick.

After a long discussion on the other end of the line, Marylyn said goodbye and closed her phone. She sat on the bed weeping for several minutes before she rose to the bathroom and left the apartment a few minutes later. I looked over at Sarah and asked her what her impressions were.

"Susan is a friend from her office. Roger was fucking Susan before her husband divorced her and totally fucked her life up. I think she is trying to help your wife make better choices in her life but David, Roger is a manipulative bastard. I wouldn't put it past him to have drugged her or gotten her piss drunk and raped her. But from what I can tell, he has some kind of hold on her, either pictures or video or something. Maybe she is just plain addicted to his kind of fuck. For the life of me I can't understand that. I haven't fucked him for some time now and won't.

Now, another thing we discovered is that she is planning on leaving you as you already know even though she clearly loves you. I just don't get that but whatever the case, we think she is planning to do it pretty quick and Roger seems to be the motivating force behind it. My question to you is what your plans are?"

For a moment I thought about revealing my intention to stay married to Marylyn but I realized that until I talk with John on Friday, I was not sure how I was going to do that.

"Sarah, I love my wife, always have and probably always will regardless of what she has done. I can't turn that off. However, I also can't force her to stay. If she leaves and insists on a divorce, then I will be a single man again after 25 years. That isn't what I want obviously, but I'm not a man who is going to be willingly cuckolded. I am just not made that way."

We had been together for about 30 minutes at that point and Sarah waved lunch over. It was odd. The conversation immediately shifted to college football and we pitched our rivalries at each other while enjoying the culinary delights of the well to do. Finishing over a glass of wine, Sarah continued the previous discussion.

"David, I'll share something with you about my marriage and where Sarah Stanhope is with all this."

She paused for a moment, chugged down the remainder of her wine and poured us each another glass.

"You might not make it back to work today because I have another bottle just like this over there" gesturing toward the wet bar against the patio wall.

"Given where I am and who I work for, I'm guessing you have that covered already."

She smiled and slipped back into her chair, crossing those tanned legs and toying with her pearls. The thought immediately came to mind that Mrs. Morgan or Stanhope I suppose was toying with me, flirting at least. I had spent the last few months trying to stay sane in the midst of numerous temptations. I had even started out to get uproariously laid with another woman who had expressed a lot of interest in such sports but in the end, I put it off. I really did take my vows seriously, at least until I was an officially separated man. So, sitting here with this obviously flirting and sexually attractive woman was testing my resolve. Besides, she was the wife of my nemesis. How unlikely would that be?

"So, where were we? Oh, yes, my marriage and I. Well, it was a dark and stormy night. Really, it was. That is when Roger Morgan, the sure cocksman, seduced me and took the only daughter of Harry Stanhope right in her mother's own bed. He was smooth as butter and I was so ignorant of men and sex. He wasn't the first, but he was the first man. The others had been a couple of boys and I was only 18. David, you've seen him. He's hung like a horse and he likes being in control so I surrendered to him. That first time, he didn't hurt me or force himself or anything. He was just a domineering man 10 years older than me and I was smitten. I mean, when he was finished, he rolled over and lit a fucking cigarette in my mother's bed! He made me his bitch and I was impressed but hell, I didn't know any better.

So we dated for a year and finally he insisted we get married. Well, Daddy was fucking furious that Roger didn't come to him first and I guess he took his anger out in the form of an iron clad prenuptial agreement. I mean it is rock solid and totally screws Roger if he divorces me for any reason whatsoever. He leaves only with what he came with which at that time was almost nothing however if I divorce him, he goes with 33% of all of it. That was Daddy's revenge on me I guess. OK, I could go with that back then. This was before Mommy died and left me two thirds of her estate.

Now the numbers have changed. We or I should say you and Daddy have tripled it over the past ten years. Now, there is no way I'm going to let that prick walk away with that much money. That means for the last ten years he has been working hard at getting me to finally divorce him and send him away fat, rich and happy. A big part of that plan is what he is doing with your wife. He has no intention of marrying her. Fuck no and she would be the biggest stupid fool in the world if she ever did. Anyway, we already know she doesn't love him. She just loves his cock, like I did years ago. Although I think it's the hardcore domination that scratches her itch as much.

Now, the thing about Roger is he feels privileged to bed other women, mostly married women, yet doesn't seem it right to afford me the same privilege. Not that it matters, I don't consult Roger for anything other than if he is going to be here for dinner and that is a courtesy for the chef and not I. My private and personal life is none of his business. Isn't that the quintessential marriage of sorts?"

Sarah threw back a throaty laugh, the wine having its intended effect, and continued.

"So you see, David, none of what Roger is doing furthers his cause." I interrupted at this point.

"Wait a minute. I am missing something here. Why doesn't he just leave you? He has some of his own family's wealth, does he not?"

"David, my sweet David, your interloper has next to nothing in his name. It is all tied up in Morgan Banking, nearly every last bit of it. I think he gets a small stipend that would pay for an apartment somewhere along with his annual salary of course."

She leaned over toward me, licked her pink lips and shared her secret.

"But the dirty little truth, David, is that Morgan Banking is close to being sold for enough to settle its liabilities. It isn't totally busted but what is left will have to be shared among Roger's siblings. He might pocket at most $100K.

Where does that leave me? Well, I will have a financially destitute husband who couldn't afford a lawyer to initiate a divorce if he wanted to and would leave with nothing if he did. Of course, I'm left with Roger. Your wife, if she divorces you, is left with a likely unemployed snake in the grass that can't make the rent on the apartment she is moving into. Since the sale of Morgan Banking would close its home office, she is likely to be unemployed as well. All in all, David, it's a scorched earth result.

That still comes back to me and what I am interested in so I'll lay my cards out here."

She reached over, her breasts coming into full view, and refilled our glasses. We were both very much buzzed but our discussion was clearly not over. I patiently waited for her to continue.

"Here are the meat and potatoes, David. Stanhope-Bishop is going to close on Morgan Friday afternoon at 1PM. Roger is not involved. In fact none of the siblings are. This is being kept away from them by their father and the FDIC. Otherwise, the bank would collapse; the FDIC would step in and have a mess to clean up. By 3PM, Roger will be worth nothing, the announcement will be made after closing on Friday and on Monday, Stanhope-Bishop will walk in to consolidate holdings and begin closing operations."

I swirled the wine in my glass and pondered my next question or in this case, a request. I almost didn't but I thought of John and what if she knew that something was afloat. Hell, even I didn't know for sure what it was. However, this revealing discussion, hell, the whole lunch and its aftermath, just notched the storm in my life several levels. I could not avoid it. I looked at her. She was an imbibed sex goddess and she knew it.

"Sarah, I need to ask something of you and given what you have told me, I'm afraid you will not do it."

"David, if I can I will. You only have to ask. It doesn't mean it comes with no strings but by all means ask."

Her fingers played with the pearls. I threw caution to the wind.

"Can you pull your people off David on Friday? No questions asked?"

That was pretty direct. If I wanted to share more, I wouldn't know what to say. She looked at me, searching my eyes for something for the longest time. I didn't think she was going to answer and then she did.

"OK, yes, no questions asked ... But, I have strings. When I pull on them, you'll deliver no questions?"

"That is difficult. I have no idea what you might ask."

"That is OK. It would not be anything you are not well suited for, David. Besides, I also do not know why I am compromising my coverage of Roger on such an important day."

"I am pretty certain she is having me served on Friday and I have plans to interrupt that expectation."

"Well, you are here with Daddy until mid-afternoon. He told me so. I may join the two of you. That way you can have two alibis." She gave me that throaty laugh again. I said nothing.

"OK, Sarah. So, Friday is good?"

"Yes it is, David. My people will be off the case starting Thursday evening."

"Good. So are mine."

She looked at me askance with the last comment but said nothing.

"Sarah, this has been a most revealing discussion. I'm not sure what you have planned for the surveillance but I do ask that you consult with me before doing anything with it."

She readily agreed and we wrapped up our two hour luncheon. We both had really strong buzzes from all the wine and I invited her, in her own domain, to shoot some billiards with me in her father's study. I've played the old man many times and I knew it would help me come down from the drinking. I switched to lemon ice water while Sarah just continued with the wine. An hour or two later, I was pretty straight while Sarah was falling down drunk. A man with lesser designs would have enjoyed the flesh underneath that beautiful yellow dress. I was tempted but I limited myself to carrying her upstairs and laying her on her bed. I did kiss her on the forehead as she drunkenly groped and squeezed my rather erect manhood. I didn't think she would remember much of it later that evening when she woke and I let myself out and gave serious reflection to what we had discussed.

My first order of business was to call Stephen and arrange another meeting with John. We agreed on the following morning at the same place. When we met the next day, I told him everything, leaving out nothing, including the billiards and even the intimacies on the bed. He thought about it for several minutes and at the end said nothing changes and to meet him here at 4PM as we planned. The additional surveillance bothered him at first and he asked me up front if I trusted Sarah. I replied I believe I did and he pondered that for a bit then he replied.

"David, from what you described, I think you are probably right. She was also clearly seducing you but I'm guessing you already know that. When the time comes to repay favors, fuck her good, as much as she wants, when she wants it. I doubt it would be a chore but we also want this particular woman happy. She has a lot of power but a ball busting witch? I doubt it. So, David, my boy, we all have chores, some better than others."

With that he roared into laughter. I joined him somewhat nervously.

Marylyn did not meet with Roger that day as it was Thursdays and consolidations were due by the end of the day. That was most suitable for me and we had a wonderful dinner before retiring for the evening where I made love to my wife with as much tenderness and love as I could muster. It was bittersweet for me as I knew that tomorrow evening, matters might be much different. I could sense the same in her although in her fairness; she held nothing back, returning in kind almost as if it were the Last Supper. We drifted off to sleep but I woke several times to hear her very softly weeping. The Piper was taking his toll on her conscience but that was a good sign. She at least did still love me.

We woke to a bright sunny morning and shared a breakfast. Marylyn was not her usual self today. The cheerfulness and exuberance was dulled and we both knew why. She didn't know I shared the knowledge which made her nervousness and pain all the more apparent. For a moment I thought she was going to break down and confess her sins yet she didn't. I left for my all day meeting with Mr. Stanhope and my wife's lover's wife. How awkward this would be to a bystander unawares.

We tended to our business, often times with my mind elsewhere. I think the old man sensed something afoot although Sarah deflected any concern on his part rather skillfully. When we broke for lunch, Mr. Stanhope took his separately leaving Sarah and me to dine together once again. She wanted it out in the garden, out of both earshot and eyes. I don't blame her. It was a wonderful choice for lunch. We carried it out ourselves along with fresh lemonade and spread it out on the table linen.

The woman was all professionalism in every regard. We went over all the aspects of our previous work and ran scenarios back and forth to satisfy her father's inquisitive mind. When we were satisfied, we folded the work papers and finished our lunch. That is when the businesswoman took leave.

"Daddy is going to nap after lunch. That is how he is these days so I am not sure if we are actually going to pick up where we left off or not"

"I suppose that is fine. Most of this can wait until Monday in any event."

The elephant in the room was stomping on all the china and neither of us said anything for a moment.

"Has anybody ever told you that you have a rather impressive package, David?"

If I had anything in my mouth at the moment, a Heimlich maneuver would have been required. Her eyes were sparkling and her tongue licked those pink lips again. I was almost speechless, almost. Remembering John, I replied.

"For a woman laid to bed completely clothed and piss drunk, you have a remarkable memory for something unseen"

"Well, yes, but I fondly remember fondling something before a blissful sleep overcame me."

"You could not help it. You probably thought I was somebody else."

"Now, David that was a poor comeback. In any event I much appreciated that tender kiss upon my lips"

"It was your pretty forehead and I was a gentleman in every respect."

"That was a shame. A rogue might have better suited my intentions then."

"Perhaps, but it wouldn't have been as memorable."

"Damn, you are fun. That said, sweet man, I meant it, the package that is. There is nothing lacking on your end in that department if that has ever been on your mind."

The back and forth needed the break. It let me bring us back to what we both knew was going on. This was Friday, one of the days when Marylyn and the bastard were spoiling what was once just mine. I was being made the cuckold, perhaps at this very minute. Sarah knew it too. She knew the pattern and the times and how they did it. It sickened her as it did me but for different reasons. I think she saw the horns on my head because her seductress disappeared and a compassionate and soft woman appeared.

"David, I am sorry for all of this. I really do hate that bastard for what he has done and anything that befalls him will be richly deserved. If I am going to be honest, I also hate your wife right now for what she has done to you. I have always watched you working with my father and you have been an honest man with him and with my interests as well. While I am being truthful, I also have to tell you that I have been attracted to you for a long time. Hell, David, a lot of women are but you had a perfect marriage and, at least speaking for myself, I never wanted to mess with that in spite of my own miserable marriage."

I watched her eyes as she was speaking and saw an innocence I had not noticed before. I had seen the beauty. That was evident. I had experienced the vixen's attitude. Now I saw what she had in youth before her carnal bastard of a husband fucked it away. She continued as if in confession.

"I don't know what is going to happen between the two of you when she serves you but I do know I am going to collect on my markers for today. I would like that to happen this weekend but I'll let you make that call."

I laughed aloud thinking so much for my perceptions of innocence. The seductress was always there right under the surface! In fact I roared with laughter. John was right. I would have to make her a happy woman. Just not right now.

"Sarah, I assure you I will honor my promise to you. For what is happening today and this evening, there is no expiration date. It just has to be after I receive those papers. I am sure you understand."

"Oh I do David, I certainly do."

She never asked what was happening that afternoon. When I found out I don't know if I would ever tell her. I knew the financial end and that was comforting although we hadn't discussed how she could stay married to the bastard. In any event, the time came when I had to go see John. My hour was arriving.

I drove toward the park at a leisurely rate. With matters so out of my hands, there was an unease that I found difficult. Knowing for months and placing my trust in Stephen was one thing but now, my marriage was teetering and when I was being honest with myself, I can shoulder some of the blame for not actively ending the affair. I allowed it to continue and its tentacles to spread and I knew that alone might have been mortal.

It was during the drive over that I toyed with the idea of just walking away and calling off everything, whatever everything was. The gravel under my wheels broke my thoughts and glancing up, I saw John's small car at the far end of the lot. This was an infrequently used waterfront park that was slated for a rebuild once the new pier was completed upstream. Until then, it was a meeting place for lovers and the occasional teen hangout for suburbanites.

"John, I guess it's good to see you again." We shook hands and then walked together toward the river bank.

"John, listen. I've been thinking and having second thoughts. I don't know."

He cut me off at that point and looking directly in my eyes said "It is beyond that point, David."