The Epiphanous Spouses Pt. 05

When I pressed her on who she was having her affair with, she refused to tell me and to tell you the truth, David, I came this close to divorcing her. If she had come to me as we agreed, I probably would have told her to enjoy herself, be safe but also be discreet. I would have also told her I would do the same even though I had no desire to at that time.

Well, she talked me out of divorcing her and promised on her life that she would never be with anybody else again and to my knowledge, she never was. I know for a couple of years she wasn't seeing anybody because I had her watched to be sure. She fooled me before and I wasn't going to be fooled again. So, our marriage resumed and we continued although there was always a bit of an undercurrent to it that was never fully healed.

Sarah went and got married and several years went by before her mom got sick. It was during her illness that Constance told me who she had the affair with those years before. Her guilt was eating her up and she made me promise to forgive her and of course I did. I loved her fiercely and still do today even though she is now gone. What she told me completely blew me away and I nearly came to hiring somebody to murder him. The man who was fucking my wife was none other than Roger Morgan, the same man now married to my daughter.

I asked her why and how she could keep such a secret from me, not to mention our daughter and her only justification was her own shame. She was too ashamed to offer up that information and it seemed to her that Sarah was actually in love with the bastard. Besides that, the affair was over before he ever met her and was all water under the bridge in her mind. It wasn't until later that she realized how completely fucked up this really was. Well, I promised her that I would forgive her and I did and I saw to her and her needs until she passed away. When she died, a piece of me died as well. What I never promised was to forgive that piece of shit trash that was now married to my daughter. For that matter I swore on Constance's grave that I would find a way to destroy him. And I have."

The old man stopped at that point and looked at me through his bushy eyebrows trying to gauge my response. He had just laid a bombshell and blown several worlds apart. I had to say something.

"Does Sarah know about Morgan and her mother."

He shook his head negatively.

"So, the question I now have is what was your involvement with or knowledge of what occurred on Friday?"

I was grasping at this point not sure if he would answer but if Harry Stanhope had anything to do with destroying Roger Morgan, I needed to know.

"I hired the men who did the deed. I took his livelihood out from under him and brought you into the life of my daughter who has loved you for god knows what reason since she was a girl, all right under his nose. So, yes, you could say I was involved."

"Then you know certain friends of mine as well?"

He studied me for a bit before replying.

"I met with John Hitchcock a few months ago when I discovered he was engaged with monitoring Roger. We talked a few times, came to understand his relationship with you and I explained my intentions after we vetted him thoroughly. He agreed to continue being your go to man while my people carried out the actual operation. David, the whole fucking thing was a big soap opera but it was pulled off without a hitch. I've taken his most precious possession and destroyed his life. So did you. We each had the ultimate revenge against the paramour of our respective wives and to that I recommend a toast."

He poured a shot of cognac for each of us and we tipped the glasses.

"Now, Sarah has pretty much explained what is going on between your wife and yourself as well as with her. I know you love your wife and if you can get past all of this, more power to you. I'm not a totally old fashioned man as you might already know now given our discussion here. If Sarah is happy, then so am I. If she had her way, she would install you right here in the house permanently along with your wife but I'm going to stay out of that one. You are a man and you need to plot your own course whatever that might be. I will tell you this though. My daughter is head over heels in love with you and she is going to have to figure out how to reconcile that with the fact you apparently still love your wife."

The old man was pretty astute. I did need to plot my own decisions but I also understood that two women loved me. I knew for certain I loved one of them without question. I might love the other but it was certain my desire for her was weaving tentacles into my very being.

"Mr. Stanhope, I do love my wife and I'm committed to remaining her husband. At the same time, our relationship has changed and now your daughter is in my life and in my wife's as well. I haven't quite settled on the dynamics of that relationship yet. So far I am going along with it and allowing Sarah to take the lead on where it may go. That might change but for now I am content. As for living here, that I don't know about. I like my home and I miss the one on one relationship with Marylyn. I need to nurture that back to the place where we have that shared intimacy again. I'm not sure how to do that while living here. So, I need to think on some things, for certain.

On that note, I'm going to take your leave if there is nothing else. Oh, there was one thing. Are you still going to Atlanta at the end of the week?"

"Oh yes, although Sarah is not traveling with me at this time. She made a change in her plans and let me know this morning she was passing on this one."

We chatted briefly about a couple of work issues at that point and I excused myself. The rest of the afternoon was spent wrapping up a few work related matters and I then grabbed my keys and headed for the pub I had visited the day before.

It was a quiet Monday evening with not much going on. Monday Night Football was coming on in a bit with the Broncos taking on the Lions and I assumed the business would pick up in a bit. I think I sat there for about an hour toying with my stout and nibbling on nachos. I wasn't thinking of much, just small crowd watching and glancing up at the screen waiting for the game to start. She tapped me on my shoulder and I turned around but she had already slid over to the other side and saddled up onto the bar stool.

"Fancy meeting you here. Is this your new hangout to chase young chicks?"

Kiera flashed those nice white teeth at me and leaned in to give me a quick hug.

"Of course, where else? This is the only place they will talk to me."

She didn't have any of her Alt makeup on or any of the piercings and jewelry and it looked like she had just washed out her hair and tossed it around. She looked like a hundred other college chicks except for the curious tattoos on her neck and shoulder. They were very intricate renditions of a leopard pattern done in a soft and heavier grey color scheme. I wondered how far down her torso the artwork went.

"Yeah, but you are sitting alone so all those young ladies must be back at school studying for something."

"Right, learning how to shoot down clever pickup lines."

"Mr. Dave, I don't see you picking up the young ones. I think you are more of a soccer mom type, those hot little grunters with the white mom panties." She did the little sex grunt noises thing and then just smirked at me. I ordered her a stout. She was if anything fun to talk to.

"So no sign of those two turds you pissed off yesterday?"

"Not a chance. The little bitches aren't going to come back in here. I think they were just passers anyway. So what are you doing here tonight? Missus didn't wanna come?"

"I didn't think to ask." I lied. I wasn't going to go through the whole story. I was just interested in chatting and enjoying the evening besides I didn't think she would have been able to wrap her arms around my full story. Hell, even I couldn't do that. We talked about all kinds of things before we ended up on her day trading. She really did have some brilliant ideas and I thought with the proper encouragement and experience she could make a great analyst. Would a big bank hire an Alt chick tatted up to there and with all the jewelry and hair dye? Probably not but a medium sized investment bank headed by a sensitive and considerate man who thought she was just basically a hottie in disguise might.

"I've got something in the works that could be of interest to you. But I've got to work out a lot of details between now and then. What do you think of your day job?"

"So, that would depend on what I would be replacing it with but reality is I'm just doing it because it pays my bills for the most part. What did you have in mind?"

I told her about the Stanhope-Bishop opportunity the old man offered me earlier that day and we discussed what I would like to do if I took the reins. She was quite impressed and genuinely surprised that I was a "tycoon" as she put it. I assured her I was no such thing but my boss might be described as such. I would need an assistant, somebody who could learn acquisitions and who understood the markets.

Her trading experience and especially her ideas convinced me I could be making the right decision on bringing her on board. If it didn't work out, so be it. She told me she would think about it but I knew she was excited at the prospect. One thing we did agree on right off the bat was that she didn't need to change her appearance at all. Whatever she settled on was perfectly fine with me.

"So, do I have to date you if you hire me?" She looked at me with deadpan seriousness. I didn't know how to interpret it.

"Nope. Your virtue remains intact"

"Damn it, that wasn't the right answer!" Then she grinned. "Just kidding. I wanted to see if I could unnerve you."

We both laughed, me more nervously than her because if the truth were known I would have liked to have pounded that pussy right then and there. However, given how the worm had turned in my life, there didn't seem to be any shortage of that for the time being. We shared a couple of stouts together that evening and watched some of the game before I called it an evening. I gave her all my business contacts and committed her to sending me a resume for my files. We agreed to meet again the following week after I gave my decision to the old man which was almost a certainty on my part. All that was needed was to work out the compensation. I tipped up the remainder of my stout, gave my new friend and possible employee a hug and headed out the door. I could see her beaming smile in the reflection.

The downstairs lights were still on when I entered the house. The bastard was in the den watching television. I almost felt sorry for him. He was dickless and had to piss into a bag. I meant to ask how they did that. I supposed they must have had a tube inserted where his fucking dick used to be. Jesus, the old man was fucking evil in his own right. He left him his balls so old Roger was still cooking up that testosterone. That is going to drive him insane. Fucking diabolical. But, what did I care. My nemesis was taken care of and I meant to let him know about it perhaps in subtle ways. Sarah beat me to it though. She had come down and snuck up on me before grabbing my ass and kissing the back of my neck. She walked into the den.

"How's it hanging, Roger? Anything I can get you?"

I almost pissed myself. Roger looked at me and just shook his head.

"Are you sure? I can get Peter to check out your personal thingie if you want. You seem to be a bit lighter on your feet now, Roger, dear. That is great. I'm sure you can get up the stairs now without having to carry a big load."

She was killing me all the while keeping a straight face with every word.

"I hope you are OK with the room upstairs. It is right next to mine and I know you can hear just about every word that is said so I hope I don't snore in my sleep and have embarrassing comments with all the men folk about here. I would hate to keep you up, dear. So, if you need something, just give a little shout out. I'm sure I'll be able to hear even a bed squeak."

With that, Sarah turned and walked away with every step accentuating the perfect fullness of her delectable ass. It mesmerized me. I think it pained Roger but I didn't give a shit.

"Roger, if you will excuse me, I think I will go upstairs and fuck the wife good and hard."

I turned and left him sitting there with his piss bag and an imagination he couldn't turn off.

I heard them giggling as I approached the landing at the top of the stairs. When I turned the corner, I could see both of them stark naked on the bed frolicking in full view through the doorway. They were in each other's arms and watching me as I gazed at them.

"Come here, David" Sarah giggled. "We have a proposition for you."

I walked over to the side of the bed and sat down.

"David, we have a little problem that we need to resolve, well, it's actually quite big, but a problem nonetheless. You see, Peter has been teased mercifully all day long and we don't think it's fair that he should be ignored any further and, well, there are two of us but we don't know how to decide which one of us will take on the hard task of relieving him of his growing frustrations."

She was tugging on my wife's nipples as she was speaking causing them to become hard, erect little erasers.

"So we propose that we flip a coin, David, if you are agreeable. Whoever calls it right will spend the night with Peter and the other will stay here with you. Do you think that is something you would be agreeable to?"

Marylyn had said nothing but looked up at me as Sarah continued toying with her breasts. I was horny as hell and had every intention of fucking my wife when I mounted the stairs. My comment to Roger was merely a tease. However the idea of surrounding Roger's room with a symphony of stereophonic sex was appealing in its own right.

"Sarah, I have my reservations about this but here is what I'll do. I will flip the coin and it will be a best of three that determines who is where. Sarah, you call first."

I flipped a quarter into the air and caught it, flipping it on the back of my hand. She called heads, it was tails. After two more flips, it was Sarah who was going to spend the night in Peter's room. I was a bit relieved to be truthful. I needed the night with my wife before I left for a few days in the morning.

We made love that night. We didn't fuck. It wasn't carnal. Instead we were two long lovers reconnecting albeit in another woman's bed. I noticed Roger coming up the stairs and I know he saw us in our passion and I made no effort to hide it. If anything I opened my wife up more and reminded him of who the man was now.

On the other side of Roger's room, Sarah and Peter made no secret of what was going on there. We could hear them through the night as Peter fucked her repeatedly bringing Sarah to several vocal orgasms. It had to be taunting and miserable for Roger to hear the sex. Of course, he was still taking pain killers to ease his discomfort so the true emotional pain might still be to come after he is healed up. I think I chuckled about that for several minutes. Marylyn lay snuggled up to me and we drifted off to sleep to the sounds of a squishy, wet ball slapping fuck a couple doors down.

I rose early the next morning and packed quickly for my trip. I was out of the house before the women crawled out of bed and on a plane to California by mid-morning. I had a handful of work related projects that needed my attention but I also wanted to pay a visit to my old friend Stephen. We needed to talk if just to stay on the page of sanity.

During the flight my thoughts drifted from Marylyn, to Sarah, to Janet, to Kiera, her mom and even thought of that hot little foxette I had considered bedding earlier but held off. At the age of 45 I had more sexual propositions than I ever dreamed of at 18 yet there was still just one love of my life, my Marylyn. Then I realized that might not be altogether true. I now contended with Sarah and the triad of love and lust was beginning to define each relationship.

After landing, I rented a car for the trip to the hotel. I was staying at the Meritage in Napa, a wonderful place the old man and I had visited on previous meetings. Several old wineries were just a short drive away and their bar was stocked with the best vintages from all over the world. In addition, one of their wine consultants was Stephen's sister in law, Pam Giardone. I grabbed lunch on the way over and enjoyed the early crowd on a patio while basking in perfect weather.

Given my previous activities, one of the things I wanted to do right away was hit the gym in a hard way. I had not completed a hard workout since early Thursday morning and my body was craving the endorphins. After lunch, I checked in and settled in my suite opening the drapes to a fantastic view. It was the kind of place I could spend a month in if I could reasonably afford it which I couldn't unless it was on the old man's tab. This trip was.

After changing into gym shorts and a tee I hit the gym and the weight room before heading out for a good five miler. About a mile into it, a runner caught up to me.

"You are getting a bit soft there, cowboy"

She had this sneaky little smile, half smirk, half grin. Pam was a bigger fitness buff than either Marylyn or I if that were possible. She wasn't lean. She was sleek and muscled and could power her way through reps that most men couldn't approach and she was fast on the track. I had her on distance and she knew it from experience.

"So you just work when you want to?" she asked.

Without breaking stride, I replied. "It's one of the benefits of being at the top of the game. I get to choose my work hours and playmates."

Of course she knew better but we had a close relationship over the years since Stephen married her sister. Pam's husband was killed in action on a rock somewhere in Afghanistan several years ago and she decided not to remarry. They didn't have kids so my kids made up for the difference once they got to know her. I think they were adolescents when they first met and ever since, Pam had them visit during vacations. Over the years she became almost a second mom even though she is a few years younger than Marylyn and I. She never fully got over the loss of her husband but she never let it interfere in her zest for life. She's had a few men in her life since then but never anything serious by design. She has always told me that she would only have one of those kinds of losses and her great memories will last a lifetime. I guess I could understand that.

She broke out in front of me and turning, yelled out "See you for dinner this evening, my choice" and off she raced. Her run would be a couple of miles rather than my five otherwise I'd kick her ass. In any event it was delightful to watch those thighs flex the glutes as she raced out of sight.

After my return and cool down, I called on my first client, made the old man another million and returned to the Meritage. The girl at the bar poured a wonderful Hall Cabernet and I settled in to watch the well to do work their heels. A couple of twins grabbed my eye. They were early thirties I would guess, large breasted, strikingly attractive and seemed oddly out of place. One of them caught my eye and walked over to ask me.

"Excuse me, sir, but do you know where the Siena is?"

I had to think for a moment before I realized that was the Tuscan themed restaurant located at the Meritage. I gave them directions and they set off with the one who asked looking back over her shoulder a couple of times and smiling. I thought to myself if I were a single man life would be especially good. Come to think of it I couldn't tell if I was single, polygamous or one of Sarah's polyandrous possessions. I certainly had not been monogamous in recent times. Perhaps not so oddly, I was aroused at the thought of the attractive twin turning her head one more time. Before I could dispel those thoughts, Pam tapped lightly on my shoulder. I rose and gave her a pleasant hug and she joined me at the table.