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"Polly?"

Oh, of course; it was only Paula. Standing there at the bottom of the stairs. Just the same, a bit of guilty panic seized Polly.

"I'm sorry, did I startle you?"

"...A-a little."

"Oh, sorry," Paula reiterated through a yawn.

"...Hey, are you just getting home? It's two in the morning."

"Um, yeah, yeah, I'm... uh, well, I-I guess I overdid it at the studio a little. My last class left, and I took a nap before I did."

"Oh. Well, you wanna come to bed? Or're you gonna be up for a while?"

"Eh, yeah, I might not be getting to sleep just yet. I think I'll stay down here and watch TV a bit."

Paula gave another yawn. "Okay babe, I'll miss you. You're the best. I love you so much."

Polly's heart broke. Her wife's devotion remained so pure, which was now clearly more than could be said for her own. She felt a tear slip from her eye as Paula innocently turned to climb the stairs, oblivious to the fact that she'd just been cheated on.

*****

Lesson Plan

Saturday, August 3rd, 2019, 7:43 p.m.

Juniper's legendary Candle Grove was the site where Polly's young lady-friend was to meet her next. This, however, was not the way the situation would play out. As she patiently sat and waited, a different woman walked in and uncertainly approached—a woman she did not recognize at all. The Candle Grove's dim, romantic atmosphere made it hard enough already to recognize faces. The would-be companion was quite puzzled as this mysterious visitor homed on her.

"Pardon me, Miss," said the newcomer. "By any chance, do you happen to be waiting for a Polly Jordan?"

"Umm... yes?"

She was about to ask if Polly wouldn't be coming, but was not afforded the chance.

"And, that then would make you Kate Hemshaw?"

"...Yyyyyeeeeeeees?"

Wow, even younger than I thought. Polly, you cradle-robber, you. "Right. You're no doubt wondering who I am and what business it is of mine. Paula Jordan. Please try not to freak out... but the truth is, Polly is my wife."

Kate panicked. "W-what?? O—...oh-oh my god! Sh—I—I-I-I didn't kn—sh-she didn't tell me she was married! My god, Miss, I am s—er, Mrs., I am so sorry. I swear I didn't know! I—"

Paula raised her hands. "Kate, Kate, dear, settle down. It's all right. I believe you."

Kate groped for a deep breath. "...You do?"

"I do. Um...listen, I know this is awkward and uncomfy, but, why don't you sit back down and let me join you. We'll talk about it."

Less than sure about this, Kate nonetheless resumed her seat. Paula claimed the one across from her.

"She won't be here this evening; she's feeling a bit under the weather. So when I found out you'd be here waiting for her, I decided to sort out this little kerfuffle. She doesn't know I'm here. Kate, I'm sorry; I know this can't be easy for you. Believe me, it was hard as hell for me to process. But I'm afraid Polly loves women and flirting a bit too much for her own good."

Speaking of being under the weather, Kate felt a dark cloud settle over her.

"H—...how'd you find out?"

"Well, when she came home that night, she told me she'd fallen asleep in her studio. It was the middle of the night, I was groggy, but I still felt like she was trying to cover something up. Something about her demeanor just didn't seem right, y'know? And sure enough, the next morning, she slept in extra late."

As Paula laid out her explanation, Kate realized she felt worse and worse... and worse. And not just over guilt.

"And so...a small part of me felt that since she was my wife, I should trust her. Then the rest of me told that part to stop being a dope. I know this woman. I know how wildly she flirts. I'm not saying it was just a matter of time till she cheated. Believe me, Kate, this was the toughest, most difficult thing I ever had to find out. But I tracked her phone, and that led me to you. I'm not proud of it; maybe that was wrong of me, but it did tell me the truth."

Kate began to cry, failing to snuff the battery-operated color-changing candle on her table.

"It's okay, Kate."

"No it's not!" the young lady shook her head. "You don't know what that night with her meant to me! I thought I'd found something really special for myself! I really thought she liked me!!"

Her weeps intensified to bawls, attracting the attention of diners in their vicinity. Paula waved them a friendly hand, wordlessly conveying that all's okay, to please go back to their meals. She then reached to take Kate's hand, but Kate pulled it away. She covered her damp face with both, quivering with a hung head. Paula glanced about them. She didn't want their restaurant companions to get the wrong idea, even if it was none of their beeswax. She tried to help Kate calm down.

"All right, Kate, it—... don't cry, Kate, it's okay."

"It is not!" lamented Kate. "I got hurt, and I hurt a marriage! I'm an awful person!"

"Absolutely not, not at all," Paula assured her. "Kate, you didn't know. You're innocent. You did nothing wrong here. And I don't believe in punishing an innocent party."

Sniffle. "Me neither."

"But here's my thing. I have adored Polly from the minute I met her, and no matter what, I'll keep adoring her till the end of time. As you've noticed, she has an amazing magnetism. She has this way of making people fall for her, and she's a romantic. Dangerous combination for a spouse. I'm very sorry we both got hurt by this, and even sorrier if this hurts you more, Kate... but, I'm not willing to throw my marriage away because of this."

Kate dropped her eyes to the menu and wiped them with a nod, trying to take it like a big girl.

"I understand."

"Good. At the same time, though, I can't just let this go unadmonished. So, as weird as this might sound..."

The corners of her lips curled up. She gingerly cradled Kate's chin and raised her face for their eyes to meet. Kate took in her strange smile. It looked almost...sinister. And she found out why just a moment later.

"...You wanna help me teach her a lesson?"

Kate had to think about this. Part of her never wanted to see either of them again. Paula was right; she was truly hurt, verging on heartbroken. She'd told Paula the truth: she really liked Polly! But... she was married. And the woman obviously meant a great deal to her wife. Kate could see the both of them were a few years older than she, and they had a history. Kate liked older women—she loved them, in fact—but messing around with married ones was something she didn't do.

Yet, as she looked into Paula's narrowed, leering eyes, she could see her visitor was right. Polly may've been a romantic by nature, but what she'd done to both of them was wrong. Very wrong. It was horrible! How could she?! Kate realized something. Polly did deserve to be chastised for this. There had to be ramifications, there just had to be. She wasn't sure, but...

"What kinda lesson?"

Paula's wicked smile broadened and darkened. It scared Kate a bit, and yet... also turned her on just a little.

"...You just leave that to me."

*****

The Equal And Opposite Reaction

Sunday, August 11th, 2019, 2:52 p.m.

The day was 84°, humid and overcast, its sky flooded with clouds. It was Sunday and Polly's yoga studio was closed. And so inside 23411 Green Road both wives sat, watching television and taking it easy. Polly was stretched on the sofa and her belly, all but put to sleep by the heat. But just as Paula'd suspected nothing on the night of her tryst with Kate, Polly was as oblivious that her wife was up to something. Polly'd never disclosed her indiscretion, and a bit of her guilt had left. She thought she'd essentially gotten away with it. Paula constantly and surreptitiously checked her phone, text-tones and ringer off. She and Kate had agreed the girl would pay them a visit today, but wait around the corner yet unseen. When she reached the location Paula'd given her, she texted.

im here

Paula threw a glance Polly's way. Her wife lay tranquilly in the couch, kissing the air with blinks. She likely wouldn't notice, but Paula was taking no chances.

"Babe? I'm gonna go have a cookie. You want anything?"

"Mmmm...no thanks, hon."

This was a tiny white lie; Paula was really adjourning to the kitchen merely to return the text.

got it. pls stand by

Paula'd directed Kate to park in a small clearing a quarter-mile from the house. It was invisible from the yard, making it a suitable spot to wait. It was now time for Paula to execute the toughest part of the plan. First, she nodded Polly's attention. She wandered back into the living room, approached, and tickled the sole of her foot.

"AH-haaaa! Hey!" Polly reacted, rolling over on her back. "What the heck!"

Paula affected her sexiest, most seductive "come hither" expression. She sauntered down, knelt to meet Polly's face, and placed a stunning red-hot smacker on her lips.

She'd learned a few things from her bride over the years, about both soft- and hardcore domination. To Polly's surprise, both her wrists were seized and forced under her back. She admitted a gasp.

Paula played her next card. She rushed in, dazing and intoxicating Polly's senses with another smoldering kiss. This one she made last, forcing tongue access. Down went the next proverbial card, as Paula whipped her right hand free and shoved it down the front of Polly's jeans. Under the jeans and over the panties, she raked Polly's pussy with her nails. Polly's eyes shot ajar.

"MMM!"

Upping her ante left and right, Paula abruptly broke the kiss, and watched Polly's eyeballs roll back into place. The next thing Polly knew, she was staring up at Paula's evil smile. Her eyes narrowed, turning it yet more wicked as she gave Polly's cunt a second grazing. Polly's eyes fluttered as she surrendered another gasp. A moment later, her arms were reaching to pull Paula down on top of her. This, however, was not to happen on Paula's watch.

"Ah ah ah..." Paula wagged a finger. "Not here."

"Not here?" Polly arched her eyebrows.

"That's right. I'm gonna make you try something radical with me, and I'm not taking no for an answer."

"OOOOooooh...decisive now, are we?" Well, there's a bit of nerve. I like it, though.

"Damn fuckin' right, lady.

"Now here's what's gonna happen, sweet pea," Paula purred. "I'm taking you outside."

Polly pulled a surprised face.

"...To have sex?? ...What, on the balcony?"

"Not exactly. Strip to your undies, put your flip-flops on, and I'll show you what I'm talking about."

"Ou—...outside?... In my underwear?"

"That's right." Paula released Polly and got off of her. "Now hop to it, chickadee."

"But..." Polly swung her feet up and put them to the floor. "Why?"

"'Cause we're being adventurous today, silly-pants. Now speaking of pants, off with 'em."

"What about you?"

"Don't worry about me; I'm orchestrating this. Trust me, this is gonna be one outing you won't soon forget."

Five minutes later, Paula led a bra-and-panty-clad Polly to the front yard, only a scarf in her hand.

"Whew," Polly remarked. "Warm out here. Maybe it's a good thing you made me strip to the undies."

Paula chuckled. Just the fuck you wait, dolly.

She took Polly's hand, linking their fingers, escorting her to their magnificent front yard tree, just beneath a low-jutting branch.

"A'right. Now..." Paula claimed her upper arms, indicating her to hold still. Ready came the scarf, which Paula tied over her eyes.

"Wh—...what're ya doin'?"

"Blindfolding ya, dummy."

"What for? This some kinda surprise?"

"Mm, you might say that," Paula replied, trying to keep the smile out of her inflection.

"...That I have to be half-naked for?"

"Affirmative. Now you wait right here, and I'll be with ya in three shakes," Paula told her. "Don't move. And no peeking!"

Polly complied as Paula scampered off for her next aid, which she'd placed under the steps that led back to the house. It was an extra long, extra durable length of string she'd found at the craft store. Since hatching this evil little plan, she'd been working especially hard for this moment. She returned to Polly, waving a hand before her face. Satisfied she couldn't see, Paula reclaimed her wrists. She had to pull off this part quickly and efficiently, as she knew exactly how Polly'd react. And she was right.

"Whoa, wait a minute, you're tyi—..." Polly gave a scoffing chuckle. "Honey, I'm the top. I'm s'posed to tie you up, you know that."

"Not today," Paula objected, threading the string as rapidly as possible. "Today, for the first time...

"I'm your top."

Polly found herself not knowing how she felt about this. The situation had never been presented before. Ordinarily she'd have objected, but she was already blindfolded and having her paws tied. Her inability to react was just what Paula was hoping for. Her only counter was a terse "Bu—..."

Paula felt the string was tight enough, and threw the rest over the branch. As she drew slack, Polly felt her hands raised into the air.

"Hey, wh—..."

It was just as well she was too confused to finish her thoughts; Paula wouldn't be entertaining them anyway. Over and around the branch went the string several more times, as Polly finally pieced together what her wife was doing.

"WHOA, whoa, wait a sec," she repeated, in a graver tone. "You're tying me to the tree??"

She heard a short, mean-spirited chuckle.

"I see I can't slide that by ya. But on the other hand, I can at least see."

"Paula, wait a minute, stop."

"Oh, but I've already started. There'd be little point in stopping now, don't you agree?"

"But-but...I... th—y—d—"

Once about a third of the string had been used on her hands, Paula poked her in the sternum, prodding her back against the bark. Polly whimpered at her to please not do this. But of course her requests were spurned. Paula took the string down to her middle, tethering her tighter to the trunk around her taut tummy. What she did next threw Polly for a loop and gave her quite a shock.

In two fluid motions, Paula drew her bra string loose, and whipped down her panties.

"WHA—Paula, what the fuck!"

"Nakie-nakie-nakie, Polly, that's what the fuck."

"Paula, are you out of your mind?!"

"Perhaps."

"Paula, you'd better the hell not be taking a bunch of humiliating pictures of me to show anybody."

"Oh, I don't think you have to worry about that." What I've got planned for you's actually much worse.

Then of course came her feet. Paula relieved her of her flip-flops and tied her ankles at either side, connecting them behind the tree extra tight. Her legs were now spread nice and wide ajar, exposing her pussy to the warm air. Finally done, she stood, exhaled, laid her hands on her hips, and smiled.

"Lovely! Now you sit tight, sweetie-pie, and I'll be right back again!"

Polly's brows jumped as she indeed heard Paula scurry away. She struggled with the string.

"He—...hey! Paula!...Get back here! Get back here and lemme out! This isn't cool!...

"...Let me go, you crazy bitch!"

Too damn bad, cheater. Soon enough you're gonna know that I know.

Paula hurried inside and straight to the bedroom for her next items. On the way she texted Kate that she could come over now. When Kate got the text, she knew Polly was trussed and ready. So she started up her car, rolled down the window, and entered.

When Polly heard the car turn off the paved road and ease down their stony driveway, her reaction was predictable. She freaked. She screamed, swore, and struggled harder against the string.

"Don't look at me! Don't you look at me!!"

Almost done inside collecting the things she wanted, Paula heard her wife shriek her name. She chuckled.

Oh goody, Kate's here.

Paula'd told Kate she could get out of the car and admire, but to please not touch or say a word till she returned. So she did merely this much. Polly heard the car door open and shut. To Kate's amusement, she threw a tantrum, wrestling the bonds and stamping her feet in the dirt. She demanded to know who this was, and grew angrier with no answer. Kate wanted to respond, but more to honor Paula's wishes. A few minutes later, back came the other spouse.

"Ah! Good to see you!" Polly heard her footsteps trot back over.

"Paula, who the fuck is that?!"

"Why, I'm ever so glad you asked, wifey. You see..." Indicating the supplies she'd collected, Paula addressed Kate with a finger to her lips. Kate became interested, but saw why she was to be silent. Paula laid said supplies to the ground, pranced back to the patio for two folded lawn chairs, and returned with them as well.

"I've invited a friend to come and have a little fun with me—or rather, with you—today."

Polly fumed. "Paula, this is not, fucking, funny!"

Paula suddenly turned ominously serious. She waited one second, then seized Polly's chin for her full attention.

"Neither is cheating on your wife."

Polly's expression changed, foreseeably and dramatically. Her blood froze.

Paula knew??

Her first reaction choice, though desperate, was rather futile and pathetic. She tried playing dumb.

"...W—...what?"

Paula nodded to Kate that she could speak up.

"Hello, Polly."

Polly's frozen blood now curdled. She began to quiver in place. Paula released her chin.

"Does that voice sound familiar... honey?"

It did. But Polly was too ashamed to say so. Paula began unfolding the lawn chairs.

"I believe our guest has something she'd like to say."

Kate stepped forward, letting a few moments of silence pass. For these moments, Polly had to wonder if she really did have anything to say. Then, Kate gave her a light slap on the cheek. Not nearly enough to hurt her, only to drive in the following point.

"Shame on you, Polly! I am mad at you right now! You should've told me you were married and been wearing your ring! You hurt me! You made me think you really really cared about me! And that I almost could've had a girlfriend I really liked!"

Polly hung her head.

"I'm really sorry."

"Mmm, it's a bit late for just that, dear," Paula chastised. "I'm afraid we want blood."

"Blood??" It was frozen and curdled, but Polly still wished to keep it.

"I'm speaking metaphorically, Polly. You know, as does Kate, how much I treasure our marriage. And so she understands that I plan to stay married to you. I know you make mistakes, intense though some of 'em may be. This incident will be forgiven..."

Polly looked up in her captresses' direction, arching her eyebrows.

"...As soon as we get some satisfaction."

Polly thought she knew what her bride meant by this. And she was correct.

"Translation, my less than faithful darling: you must pay, but dearly. I think you can imagine what this means, yes?"

The less than faithful wife dropped her head once more and whimpered. Paula turned to Kate with the same finger to her lips.

"That's right, sweetie, we're going to torment you." She showed Kate the first object to be put to use: a violet wand, which she proceeded to turn to setting one. The abrupt silence rattled Polly. She spoke up.

"Guys...now, what-whatever you're about to do... please don't."

"Oh, but I've already brought things out with me!" Paula playfully argued. "I mean, for heaven's sake—"