The Epiphanous Spouses Pt. 02

Marylyn, the two choices provided are quite specific and clear. There is one other requirement that must be mentioned. You know who the wife of your paramour is. With either selection, you are to deliver the package sent to you to his wife; hand delivered and do so once you have made your choice. If you choose option 1, leave this letter on the table so that your husband will know of your choice. If you choose to remain with your husband, you will call him no matter the hour and let him know of this letter and your choice.

At some point we are sure the police may be involved as you should readily ascertain but be assured we are well on our way toward safe environs. The handiwork of our efforts should speak for itself. There is a time stamped video of the events that transpired following your departure earlier this afternoon. You may or may not be interested in observing it. If so it is contained on the small thumb drive taped to the bow on top of the glass jar.

I trust you will make the right decision for yourself.

Sincerely,

Matrimony"

She folded the letter and with trembling hands, passed it to me. Her eyes were watery and reddened and to me seemed lifeless. She had obviously been traumatized by viewing the contents of the jar. Oddly, I had not wondered about the police in all this time but then, I didn't expect a man's severed penis to be in a jar on Sarah's nightstand.

"I trust you have not talked with anybody else regarding this?" She shook her head negatively.

"Good. Sarah, please secure that thing, someplace safe I'm sure you know about."

Sarah just nodded and walked naked to the nightstand and removed the curiosity before walking out of the room. I have no idea where she went in the house but she came back after a while and returned to the bed.

'Marylyn, would you like something to drink?"

I gave her a glass of wine as that was all we had in the room and poured one for Sarah and myself. I guess the fountain of tears had dried up because she asked to use the bathroom and came out looking considerably better. Sarah remained naked as before and I excused myself to take a quick shower. It was an odd situation but just as oddly I found myself comfortable with it. When I returned a few minutes later I grabbed a robe out of the hall closet assuming it belonged to Mr. Stanhope and excused myself to go downstairs. Sarah and Marylyn were having a quiet conversation at that point.

I went into the billiards room and reflected on the events of the day. My wife had served me divorce papers and she had been served with the cock of her lover. I had fucked another woman for the first time in 25 years and done so in front of my estranged wife. Is estranged the proper word? I had not come to terms with it yet. She had chosen to remain my wife when given the choice under terrible conditions. Even though I still loved her, I desired the softness and affections of that other woman. Sometimes, the worse feelings are those of a conflicted mind and to settle these conflicts I would need a lot of answers.

I wondered about John. This is not something to have a telephone conversation over and I was sure we would have a discussion eventually. When he told me we were both distant from any connection to these events, I knew that to be true. Sarah and I had alibis, witnesses with both her father and the house staff until earlier this evening. There was nothing to directly connect me to the emasculation of Roger Morgan At this point the only thing I regretted was the absence of his fucking balls in that jar. Regardless of my questions and desires, it was getting late and I was certain the morning would bring a rainstorm of answers and inquiries not the least from the authorities who would be looking into the assault. I was also curious about the thumb drive mentioned in the letter.

When I returned upstairs, the two women were still talking and I interrupted.

"I am sure I will get answers to my questions tomorrow but for now, we are each going to go to bed."

Marylyn rose as to leave the room and Sarah immediately cut her off addressing her directly.

"Marylyn, remove all your clothing and place it on the chair."

She did as she was requested although there was some hesitation on her part.

"Good, now climb into this bed over here on this side, please. David, take off Daddy's robe, you devil, and get into bed too!"

I did as she requested and she climbed in between us.

"Now aren't we a cozy little group." She purred as she reached her naked body across Marylyn's to turn off the lamp. Her full breasts grazed across my wife's face. Sleep was certainly not on Sarah's mind at the moment and to be fair to her, she had forewarned me of the evening's agenda.

Once under the covers, her hand slipped down and found my aroused cock and balls. I suppose lying next to a naked woman like that would be the cause. I certainly made no objection. She was vocal and focused on her task. As soon as I was full in her hand she slipped under the covers and moved her face down to my cock. Her hot breath engulfed me and her head began rising up and down under the covers, almost obscenely yet intensely erotic. With her nails pinching and tugging my nipples she noisily slurped on the dick. I glanced over at my wife and saw her flinch when she noticed. Motioning her closer to my side while she watched another woman under the covers working her husband, I wanted her whoring body pressed against my own while I enjoyed that other woman.

Sarah rose up and mounted my erection and plunged her wet hot pussy down onto me. With her hair whisking my face and Marylyn's shoulders, she began fucking me, riding the dick with long slow strokes. Her breasts were in my face and I sucked one of the nipples as that near perfect pussy milked me near to an orgasm. Our bodies were pressed against my wife and she could feel every motion of our slapping fuck. Sarah dripped sweat onto my forehead and I sucked her lower lip as we stared into each other's eyes.

Somewhere it had stopped being just a fuck and were making love like lovers 20 years younger. We were doing what my wife and I had done for years. Our bodies were one and the sex became blissful. Just before I started my orgasm, Sarah pushed her tongue in my mouth and passionately kissed me as her body began its crescendo and quivered against me. As she began, I started emptying my seed deep into her, stroking a milky white rope of jism into her with each thrust. Exhausted, we lay with each other, her on top, until I felt her drift off to sleep.

Marylyn was still awake when I gently moved Sarah to the other side of me and felt her snuggle to my backside, spooning me. I wasn't sure of what to do at that point so I just took my wife in my arms on the other side, kissed her and whispered to her.

"Things are going to be very different for you now, for us. For now, just go to sleep and we will deal with it in the morning.'

I kissed her gently, unsure of my feelings or intentions, and we all drifted off to sleep until morning.

Early morning light filtered into the bedroom with the first stirrings in the bed. I opened one eye partially and immediately let it close. I could feel Marylyn's naked body next to mine and something else entirely under the covers on my other side. Sarah had taken my cock in her warm mouth and was giving my morning wood a very appreciative blowjob. I continued feigning sleep while she worked it. When I could hold back no longer I gushed into her sucking mouth with no warning to her. She didn't miss a beat. When the spurts ceased, I just lay back continuing to feign sleep although the pretense was absurd. Sarah removed herself from the bed and went to the bath. The shower could be heard shortly after.

After showering in another bath, I dressed and began exploring the kitchen for breakfast. Before I could begin, Sarah came down and stopped me.

"Elizabeth will have breakfast ready for us shortly. I have already woken Marylyn and she is showering now and will join us in a bit. Please, sit down, David."

It was a bit awkward to say the least. While I had known this woman for years, I had only recently come to really know her at all and most of that from the prior evening.

"I will want you to drive me to the Hospital this morning. You do remember my husband, Roger?"

I nodded, the image of his now pickled cock coming to mind. She merely chuckled.

"I want to get there before the police start asking questions. I am sure there will be an inquisition on this one. I have secured the specimen very well and I had a talk with Marylyn last evening about what she was to do. I hope you don't mind. I told her she never saw anything."

Again I nodded.

"Good. I think Marylyn should stay here while we go to see dear good hubby. I am so curious to hear his explanation for his circumstances. Of course, at this point we don't even know what those circumstances are, no?"

She winked and rose from the table leaving me with the distinct understanding that if I ever thought I was in charge of events, I was very much mistaken. She was all business, dressed for the occasion. Breakfast was served shortly and Marylyn joined us and ate her meal silently. She would occasionally glance up at me and immediately lower her gaze when I looked her way. Contrite might be the word but it is probably too polite.

"Marylyn."

She looked up.

"You are going to stay here today while Sarah is visiting with her husband. You remember him, right?"

I knew the dig was unnecessary but it felt good letting it out. She winced and began to cry before pulling herself together.

"I do not want you talking with anybody until we return. If anybody comes to the house, you are not here. Where is the letter you received last night? I want it destroyed right now."

When she returned with the letter, I burned it in the hearth.

"We will talk more when we return, much more."

It was still early morning when Sarah and I departed for the Hospital. I was not sure if I should accompany her in or not but Sarah settled that for me. I was to escort her everywhere as her father's trusted advisor. I think she just wanted to observe Roger's response to seeing me with her although at this point I still assumed he thought I was clueless about his involvement.

Walking down the long corridor toward his ward at the end of the wing, there was a policeman sitting on the chaise enjoying a cup of coffee. It was only 9 o'clock in the morning and not visiting hours but Sarah was the patient's wife after all. She introduced us and the officer allowed us to enter as if expected. Inside were another officer and what I assumed was a detective. After the introductions, Sarah walked confidently over to her husband's bedside. The policemen watched her with a stray eye catching that magnificent ass.

"Roger, what in the world has happened to you? The hospital called me last night and said you had been hospitalized after some hooligans had apparently roughed you up some. You look fucking awful, Roger. Are you alright?"

Before he could reply, the charge nurse came in and began to whisk the officers away but not before the detective informed us that they wished to talk with us when we were finished. The nurse then excused Sarah from the discussion and pulled her aside to inform her of the injuries and extent of Roger's difficulties. I watched Sarah's performance with considerable interest, especially the gasp of surprise and the wifely look of shock. I glanced over at Roger and he was looking at me with a curious expression on his face.

"Mr. Morgan, Mrs. Morgan asked me to accompany her down here this morning as I was working on a couple of projects for Mr. Stanhope and they can hold off until later this weekend. Mr. Stanhope gives his regards and wishes a speedy recovery as he was called out of town late yesterday afternoon."

Sarah had called the old man on the way over and let him know of Roger's hospitalization without sharing any details.

"I'd like to be alone with my wife for a while, please."

"Of course. I will be right outside if I should be needed." nodding to Sarah as I left the room.

The three policeman were still outside the room when I left and the detective immediately stood up and introduced himself.

"I am Detective Donaldson and we are looking into the, er, unfortunate incident involving Mr. Morgan. I'd like to ask you a few questions that might help us better understand what has happened here."

I agreed and he then asked me a lot of relevant questions concerning who I was, what my relationship was to the Morgan's, how I happened to be with Mrs. Morgan this morning and on and on. I explained everything to his satisfaction including references to Mr. Stanhope if needed. When he was satisfied, he dismissed me and I took a seat along the hallway to tend to emails and other general business while I waited on Sarah. She came out after about 30 minutes and had a similar discussion with the detective and when he was done with her, she joined me in the hallway. There was a tiny smirk on her face that she just couldn't seem to hide.

"It seems some unsavory types decided to take something from Roger when he didn't have anything he could give them. Mexicans, he says. Between you and me, they were too good at it to be just some illegals looking for pocket change. That's what the cops think too."

She winked at me again.

"They think he was hiding something. What do you think, David? " She licked her lips looking at me. Jesus Christ, she is brazen. I just shrugged.

"I am going to go back to the room for a bit. Come with me, please."

I did as she asked and we reentered the hospital room. Roger was propped up in the bed and watched us enter. He had to know that his little married fuck, former fuck that is, served me with divorce papers the previous evening. The pressing question was whether he thought I knew about him. Given his attitude toward me, I assumed he thought I was clueless but I wasn't all that confident of it. Not that it really mattered, I was going to be sure he knew a whole lot more about me at some point and what it means to take something that is mine. Now was not the time or place for that.

Sarah just went for the kill shot with me in the room.

"Don't worry, dear. I'll take care of you. David and I will be picking you up when they discharge you and Elizabeth has a room ready for you at Daddy's."

"I'll stay at the condo if you don't mind."

"Oh dear, Roger, that will not do. You need to be looked after. Besides I closed on the sale of the condo earlier this week and the new owners take possession of it on Monday morning. Movers should be there now, this morning, to move all your things to Daddy's."

Fuck, the look on Roger's face was absolutely priceless. Sarah said it all with a categorically straight face and without blinking an eye. I thought of his absent dick and immediately suffered phantom pain. She was going for his balls.

"Have you seen the morning paper, Roger. There is a story about the takeover of your Daddy's banking firm in it. I'm not sure but I think he sold it to the old Bishop firm yesterday and they had a press release yesterday evening."

Roger's eyes widened and he tried to say something but nothing came out. He pushed the pain button a couple of times and began to relax. I'm sure the mention of Bishop did not go without recognition. Mr. Stanhope was a majority partner of the firm and that meant that the old man and ultimately Sarah were now owners of firm that both he and his former little married woman worked at. Everything was collapsing around him. Sarah just sparkled.

"I think we will have a private duty nurse for you, Roger, until you are up and going at it again and charging about like the good old bull of old. That sounds good, doesn't it? There is so much to do now. I'm going to have Elizabeth see that your room has all those manly touches you enjoy so much so that you can feel at home at Daddy's place. Of course, I'll still keep my own room, dear, just like we have all these years. There is just too much testosterone in your décor for my delicate tastes but you know all that now anyways. So, in any event, they are keeping you here through the weekend and we will pick you up first thing Monday morning. See your then."

Roger just groaned in the twilight of his medications and Sarah and I excused ourselves from the room. One of the police officers was still on duty while the other two had left. Sarah left some updated contact information at the nurse's station and we moved off toward the parking garage.

She was insatiable. I had just slipped into the seat when she slung her thighs over my crotch, reached down and let the electric seat back as far as it would go and lowered the seat back all the way down. Her fingers tugged at the belt and zipper to my trousers and she reached in, pulling my engorged cock free. It didn't matter to her that we were still in the parking garage. She dropped lower on the seat and took my prick in her mouth and sucked me. When she was satisfied that I was ready and fully compliant, she raised that beautiful ass of hers over my prick and sank it deep into her moist pussy.

I didn't fuck her at all. She did everything including pulling her large breasts free of the constraints of her conservative blazer and pressing them against my face. She was using me to sate her desires following the humiliation of her husband. Whatever wild thoughts she was having worked her into a sexual frenzy and she quivered into a mind blowing orgasm. I could not help it at that point. I emptied my nut deep inside her and settled back, spent, into the seat. She licked my throat and cheeks, nibbling on my ear. Everything we were doing was rash and careless.

"I want this every day" she whispered.

I don't understand why but I said the same thing. We pulled ourselves together and I turned the ignition.

Marylyn was sitting on the veranda when we arrived back at the old man's house. Sarah and I had managed to pull ourselves together and appear at least half decent. After excusing myself to wash and change clothing, we all gathered together for lunch. Not a lot was said but the looks were enough. Following that, the three of us adjourned to the garden where Sarah and I had our previous discussion the day before when all the reckoning was occurring.

"Marylyn, I want you to tell me everything, starting at the first time you were unfaithful to me. Don't leave anything of importance out and I want you to be assured that I will verify all of it. Some I already know but I have a lot of questions as I'm sure Mrs. Morgan does as well. I should say Ms. Stanhope as that is what she now prefers. I will call her Sarah, if you do not mind. I think we are familiar enough now."

"Oh, and please call me Sarah as well, dear" she interjected.

Marylyn nodded and I continued.

"I want to know how all of this started and I want the simple truth. You already know that I have accepted your choice to return to me as your husband. I will not renege on that decision no matter how bad your admissions might be. Now, that might impact how our relationship proceeds but at least have some comfort knowing that I do still love you. Now, give me the truth, from the beginning."

She paused and fidgeted for a bit but then sat straight in her chair and composed herself before beginning.

"David, before I begin, and you too, Sarah, I know I have wronged both of you greatly and for that I am terribly sorry. I knew there could be no good come out of any of this yet I seemed unable to stop any of it. I know that is not any kind of excuse but I needed to say this before I started. I will accept any relationship I can have with you, David. I mean anything. Sarah, I will do whatever you ask of me to try to make amends for what I have done to you.