The Epiphanous Spouses Pt. 04

You've seen the video that came with that fucking cock in the jar. Jesus Christ, this is awful. How in hell do you allow yourself to drift so damn far?? You know he was going to prostitute you? Sell porn videos of you fucking these men? You watched the video, you know he was."

She was starting to cry now and I was getting angry. I took a breath and pulled myself together.

"Ok, I need to slow down. You are here now. He is fucking out of the picture, well, at least as far as putting his god damn hands on you again. But you have to help me understand how you went from you and I to where we are today with you and I and Sarah. What you did with Sarah last night? Not in a hundred lifetimes would I have placed you there. For that matter, I've known Sarah socially for 30 years and I would never have imagined myself in her arms like that, especially with you right there."

"David, you know I love you and there is nothing on this earth that I would not do for you. I mean anything. I will cut off my arms for you. I would laugh were this not so serious. Whoever wrote that letter knew how to twist my life into a pretzel after forcibly untangling it. Like I told you, seeing that bastards cock in the jar like that was almost a relief.

I hate that fucker more than anything for what he made me do but David, I hated myself for the lust he created in me. Sarah pulled that self-hatred out of me yesterday afternoon and even the night before. Last evening, she was teaching me to re-commit myself to you and I by satisfying that pent-up lust. In return, I allowed myself to be completely submissive to her and trusting her to keep me safe. I think she pushed the boundaries on that but she also reminded me I had done much worse being coerced. This time there would be no coercion and she was right. I submitted to her because I wanted to submit to her. When I chose to return to you, I also chose to satisfy her. That meant agreeing for her to have both of us.

I don't know how to explain it any better. David, I have discovered that I am sexually submissive and crave those feelings at times. Not all the time but enough to know that this is something I want to continue with you. Sarah recognized that and showed me how I could have this and also help her realize desires she has kept hidden away for years. She will have to tell you about that, honey, but when she does, I hope you will agree that we did the right thing.

If it turns out we didn't, then you can take me home and have the most devoted, obedient and loving wife you have ever imagined. If we did the right thing, you will have the same devoted wife but have two women who love you very much but in different roles. If what I have done disgusts you too much, then you can send me away. I will not hold you to anything."

Marylyn broke down at that point and I held her close reassuring her that whatever the case, I was not going to send her away or lose her. She would always be my wife and soulmate and I was not going to let anything spoil that again. I reminded her of the price paid by Roger Morgan and told her that is the level of my commitment to her. We walked back to the house knowing I had to have the same kind of discussion with Sarah at some point.

The rest of the afternoon was rather slow and uneventful. I took a drive by myself down to the river to just get out of the house for a while and to be by myself. Both of the women were walking around half naked and I couldn't think properly. As far as I could tell, Sarah's "ownership" of my wife was not in force, at least not for the moment. I kissed both of them goodbye and said I would be back in a couple hours or so. It ended up being four.

After leaving the riverfront park, I strolled through the downtown waterfront, the scene of our near debauchery last evening. The scene was definitely more subdued than the prior evening but several establishments were open for dining and brews. A few of the pubs had NFL games on and several clusters of tables were occupied with a few people milling about.

I enjoyed the atmosphere. I could smell brats being grilled nearby so I went in and grabbed a stool at the bar, ordering a couple of them and a pint of Fosters.

There was one table with three young college age girls at it with a couple of guys. The girls were I guess what folks call punk goth nowadays with heavy tattoos, body piercings and fairly revealing clothing. They weren't tramp clothes. They were just tight black jeans, a lot of black, lace, intentionally ripped short tees and crazy looking high heels. All in all, kind of strange but "alternatively" attractive, if that is an acceptable way to describe them.

The two guys were just a couple of working stiffs trying to get lucky on a slow Sunday afternoon. They were each a bit loud and cocky but for the most part they were just two skinny guys that would look out of place anywhere that didn't serve paper cups. The next thing I heard was 'Motherfucker'. One of the guys was dripping in beer having just received a full pint of some kind of gold ale poured over his head. The girls rushed up from the table leaving the bewildered unfortunate men sitting there.

Two of them headed out the door while the third came to the bar and took the stool next to me. She kind of looked me over, grunted something unintelligible and told the bartender she would 'have what he is having', pointing at me.

When she got her beer, she took a deep chug of it, impressing me of course, and then turned and asked me.

"Do you think I look like a cheap whore that chases dick all night and day?'

OK, that isn't asked of you every day. I didn't know what to say so I said "Of course not."

The two fellows from the table got up to leave and cast a stone eye at the girl and left the bar dripping beer off themselves like a leaky faucet. I must have missed the shot over the second guy's head. She just said 'Assholes" and tipped her beer up for another chug.

"Have you ever called a girl you just met a 'cunt'?"

"I can't say that I have. Is that what they called you?"

I didn't quite know what to make of this conversation. She was drinking age, just a bit older than my own kids and really quite attractive in her own way. Actually, remove some of the piercings, change the makeup a bit and do the hair differently ... yes, do the hair way differently and she would be quite attractive. She would have been hot in my estimation. Then I thought to myself that I had just pegged her like the two morons before apparently had. Looking past the outward appearance that was not my personal preference, she would still be the same woman inside or out.

"Yeah, that and other things. What a couple of imbeciles! Most guys just don't get it. We were just hanging out drinking beers on a fricking relaxing day, you know. Two turds in a slow boat, that's what they were."

She was angry but the fire flashing in her dark eyes was beautiful. I know that is an old cliché but some angry women do look beautiful. She was one of them. Then she burst into a brilliant smile, white teeth framed by those dark glossed lips. The accessories on her face seemed irrelevant unless they somehow defined her. I've never really sat down and talked to any of these alternative millennials before. My own kids were rather straight and simple in their tastes. They liked football, jeans and waterskiing and neat haircuts.

This girl was defining who she was on her terms. I introduced myself and discovered her name was Kiera and that she was a copy editor for a weekly city paper. She was also doing day trading on the side. The waiter brought my brats over and I offered one to her, actually I insisted. My eyes were bigger than the old stomach.

"So beyond the obvious that both of the young men were looking to get laid, why would they have talked to you like that?"

She thought about it for a moment and gave what I thought was an interesting reply.

"If you give it some thought, isn't that the expectation in most human relationships, there is a game to get something from the other person in exchange for receiving something of comparable value? In a sense, we are all whores for something or another. In the case of the two turds there, they just came out with it but didn't realize they didn't have anything that I would have ever valued enough to let either one of them soil my girlies." She smiled brightly again. "So when I laughed at their brazen suggestion, the first one called me a cunt and the other two girls I was with, twats."

I nodded and she continued between bites of what was a delicious brat.

"So I drowned the two rat looking creatures and came over here. You just happened to be sitting next to me although since we are the only ones at the bar now, I could have gone down to the other end. Actually, I was thinking one of the pricks might have hit me or something and I didn't think the little shit would have done that if I sat next to you."

"You are probably right in that they were little shits but they are cowardly men as well, abusive mindsets."

"So, when I asked you that about me looking like a whore, you didn't bite. That was a good feeling. Girls like us and some guys too, you know, get hit with a bad image. It is like getting a piercing and a tat that isn't hidden, or one of those generic tribal things that everybody and their uncle have, is still taboo. You know, the 'I don't want my son hanging with that' kind of thing. So, Mr. Dave, tell me what you think a whore looks like?"

I wasn't sure how to answer that question and I kind of looked her over and said "Not like you." Of course she just laughed and told me I was being a bitch.

"I'll tell you what I think a whore looks like. My mother is a whore, one of the best. I look just like her except for the rings and tats and my hair. I don't think she would go for my nails either but other than all that I'm the spitting image of what a whore looks like. She's also the best mom on the planet, a totally fantastic cook and hands down the best in class potter in the business. So why is she a whore? One, she married my Dad for his money so there is that exchange thing right there. She loves him though, don't get me wrong. Two, she has to be the horniest piece of ass a man could ever ask for. Yeah, I know, I see your look."

She kind of smiled halfway and continued.

"Her problem, if that is what it is, is that she needs more than my Dad could provide so she discreetly procured a man here and there to, you know, sate her carnal desires. I say her problem because my Dad wasn't on the same page with it, not at all. He couldn't handle her love of the strange. His problem is he loved her to death and still does but they are divorced now. He remarried some straight laced corporate lawyer and she eventually moved on to fucking find herself with a Cuban junk dealer south of Miami.

Now, he's miserable. She's 41 and hornier than ever and they both still love each other. But, Mom is a whore for dick, absolutely loves it and I give her another dozen years or so until she slows down. So, that's what a whore looks like, unhappily divorced and enjoying herself to the max."

That was an interesting story. I could relate to it. My own wife was a whore but I took a different approach. She is a great mom, a wonderful cook, beautiful to look at and somebody I want to be around every day for the rest of my life. Yet, she is a whore for much the same thing as Kiera's mom although perhaps on a different path of kink.

"Kiera, why doesn't your dad go back to your mom now that he knows he's miserable?"

That was it in a nutshell. The counsellors will ask that inevitable question. Are you happier without her than you would be if you stayed? If not, then something called pride was getting in the way of a sound decision. For some men they are happier abiding by principle than the happiness found in still having the woman you love as your wife. I could understand her dad's dilemma. I fought that same fight several months ago and took a very different path. Kiera looked at me and shrugged. Her view was he should just tough it up, find a piece on the side and enjoy life. I think in my case I was doing just that but I evened up the score along the way.

I bought the young lady another beer and chatted with her a good bit longer before giving her my contacts. She had some interesting ideas on trading and seemed to have a good analytical mind. Perhaps I might need to hire an associate at some point. We exchanged hugs and goodbyes and went our own way.

On the way back to the Stanhope home, I pondered a few things and made some decisions. It was after 6 when I arrived and Marylyn's car was gone.

"David, did you have a good afternoon?"

She looked beautiful. She always looked beautiful. Her breasts were always on display no matter what she wore and she had that fullness about her that announced 'woman' with every move. If I wasn't already married, I'd make it a mission to make her my wife and to hell with Roger Morgan.

"Sarah, I had a great afternoon with some good company, a couple beers, a brat or two and I feel refreshed. I've also made a few decisions but first, we need to talk and, by the way, where is Marylyn?"

Her eyes darted off to the side before returning and answering. "She went over to your place to pick up some things so she could stay another night."

Since the weekend was basically over and Mr. Stanhope returned in the morning, not to mention the grand entrance of the Bastard himself tomorrow morning, I wasn't sure staying was all that good an idea.

"Oh, I didn't know we were staying tonight as well. Doesn't that interfere with all the things going on tomorrow? We were picking up your husband in the morning I believe and your father?"

"Oh, Daddy knows all about it. I talked to him earlier. As for Roger, well, why don't we have that talk before we bring him up? Would that be OK?

I nodded and she hastened to the kitchen before bringing back a tray of fried boudan balls and dirty rice. The cook spent time with one of the restaurants in Baton Rouge a few years ago and this was one of her specialties and I honestly don't know of much better than this. We enjoyed the meal washed with sweet tea and then I settled in for my talk with Sarah.

"Sarah, I would like you to explain how and why you could say to me that you have always loved me. I realize the past few days and hours have been like a private Alice and Wonderland and my head is swimming in a conflict of emotions and to be truthful, I don't know how to sort them all out. So, if you would, let's first talk about your love and why, OK?"

She smiled that brilliant flash again and I felt like I was a kid about to be led to the candy store unless it was just a front for the dentist.

"David, I'm sure you don't remember but the first time I met you, I was completely smitten. I could barely get words out of my mouth. There I was a sixteen year old girl, worldly in my own mind, and I was stumbling over a skinny fourteen year old boy who hadn't even really begun to shave. I told myself it was silly at the time but I could never get you out of my mind for very long. But before I could do anything about it, I found myself going out with somebody else, several somebody elses for that matter.

So were you. If I remember right you started going out with that Carson girl and you pretty much stayed with her for at least a couple of years or at least until I graduated and moved on. But you have to know, I never got over that stardust attraction and as you matured, I always watched you from a bit of a distance. By then I had gone off to college and you were in your last couple of years of high school and you know what happens. People fall into different crowds and I ended up with Roger. What a fucking mistake. I should have hopped in my car and drove to your house and pounded on your door but I didn't.

Well, I married the fucker and I knew you went off to school and then married Marylyn before joining the Navy. But that schoolgirl crush never went away. If both spouses just up and disappeared, I would have beat a path to your door and never left. Yeah, I know, that sounds absolutely silly and it is. We never dated, of course, so how could I have these feelings? So when you returned to town after your service was up, I followed your career and when ... Jesus, this is going to sound bad, but I convinced Daddy to hire you so you could be around here. Well, he was going to hire you anyway because he knew you were the best. Now, I always kept my distance and never crossed any lines. You know that, David. I would never fuck up somebody else's marriage. Mine was bad enough.

I talked with Mommy about it too. She knew my marriage was shit and she actually tried to talk me into leaving the prick but I was too busy at that point in my life playing the self-martyr. She told me she knew what Roger was like but she never intimated what she knew and I never pressed her on it.

But in any event, I stayed married but I have sure enjoyed your presence around here, David. It has always been the highlight of my day. So, yes, I have always loved you but I could never act on it because you were deeply in love with your wife and still are.

And then Daddy put people on Roger's ass and I learned your wife was one of his little pleasures on the side. At first I was really hoping she would get burned bad and free you up but then I remembered something Daddy told me a long time ago. He knew I was very fond of you too. He told me once to never hope to pick up the pieces of a broken treasure. When it is put back together, it might remind you of the perfect image but it will never be the same again. I knew that if Marylyn broke you into those pieces of a man, I would never get you back into the David I loved.

It was then I began to notice that it wasn't Roger that Marylyn wanted. It was the kink and that I knew your marriage could be salvaged along with what I hoped and still do hope will be a wonderful albeit different relationship between the two of us. That is part of this weekend. In a sense, I have kept myself chaste for it. Well, not chaste as in celibate but in terms of experiences that I only want to share with someone I love. Here is the kicker in all of this. I want you to love your wife and stay married to her. I want both of you to be happy. I also want you here and happy to be with me as well and Marylyn too. I don't mean move in here but for both of you to be an intimate part of my life.

OK, so there I've spilled the beans"

She sat there with her legs drawn up tight and her chin on her knees with that flashy grin again. How in the hell does a man say no to that? What kind of rules does a man live under in that kind of a relationship? I didn't think it really mattered because I had already made my decision before I stepped back in the house. If Marylyn was comfortable in a hard submissive role on occasion, then I would find the same comfort with Sarah. I didn't love Sarah like I loved Marylyn but I felt a closeness I had never felt with another woman until now. I didn't want to go back to the vanilla life we led before. I didn't have the dominant inclinations in me and I knew I would not likely develop them to the degree that satisfied Marylyn's desires. Of course, she would have been content with my efforts but something would always be lacking. I couldn't slap and own her that way and that's what she seemed to crave at times.

"Sarah, what do we do about Roger?"

"Oh David, that is where it gets fun. Don't you see how wonderful it could be to fuck his wife almost in front of him and your wife as well, a woman he could never satisfy himself with again? It's too delicious to imagine!"

Her laughter was decibels higher than before and the joy was bursting out of her. She had completely defeated her philandering husband and was forcing him to live with it in the worse, helpless way imaginable. He used to think with his prick. Now he won't be able to think at all with the moans of satisfied women around him. Do not cross this woman!