A while later, Sandra quietly got up, leaving Darien sleeping, and slipped into the bathroom again. She paused, her phone trembling in her hands. She hesitated to send Jason a couple of pictures. It felt risky, and she didn’t know how he would react. Would he be shocked or excited? Finally, she decided to. She took a photo of Darien’s seed on her thighs, then another in the mirror, showing her whole body with its marks, wetness, and a bright smile. She sent them. There were more pictures Darien and she had taken together, but she would keep those for later, or maybe never, depending on how things turned out.

Jason’s phone pinged again, this time with photos. His hands shook so much he almost dropped it. Two pictures of his wife appeared, making it clear what had happened. He enlarged the pictures, and a small gasp escaped his lips. He could clearly see Darien’s sperm slowly sliding down her thighs. Her pussy lips were swollen, wet, and dripping. The next one showed her body with red marks from their recent activity. His hand shook as he stared. There it was... the evidence. His wife had taken a lover, and he had climaxed inside her. Despite the obvious humiliation of it all, his penis was as swollen as it could get inside the cage.

He sat down, staring at the images, not sure how to respond. Should he reply or leave it?

He hovered over the message box, typing and deleting replies again and again. He stared at the screen, biting his lip, his fingers frozen above the phone.

The photos made him think about what had happened to put that sperm inside her, and now on her thighs. He pictured Darien over her, her body small beneath his. Maybe she had wrapped her arms and legs around him, holding him close as he finished inside her. He wondered how much Darien had stretched her. He knew she had had many black lovers in college, but of course she wasn’t married then. He was a cuckold now, and he couldn’t deny it.

It was done, and there was no way to undo it. They couldn’t change what had happened. Jason tried to believe their relationship was still strong, but only time would tell. He wondered if Sandra would see him differently now, or if he would ever see her the same way again. Jealousy mixed with a strange excitement inside him. He told himself this was their choice; no one had forced them. But hope and fear kept getting tangled, and his reasons felt weaker each time he thought about them. Part of him dreaded picking her up, afraid he would see something in her eyes he couldn’t ignore. At the same time, he longed for her, hoping they could find some renewal in this pain. He pictured them holding each other tomorrow morning, sharing everything, and maybe finding comfort together.

Whatever happened next, Jason felt it wasn't the end, but the start of something risky and exciting. He waited, his heart caught between hope and fear.

Sandra worried when Jason didn’t reply, but then wondered what she would say if she were him. She started to call him but decided it was better to stay silent. She returned to Darien and settled into his arms. They lay quietly together until they both fell asleep again.

It was Sandra who stirred first. Her stare fell upon the clock, revealing the early hour of three AM. They had slept for several hours. A thought of Jason surfaced; she knew she should call him, that he was likely worried. But then her eyes found Darien again, and her heart began its familiar, rapid rhythm. He lay on his back, still unclothed. His legs were parted, and his penis, soft, wet, yet still substantial, rested upon his thigh. Sandra moved with soft grace, kneeling between his legs. She studied his penis for a long moment. It was a thing of beauty, even in its relaxed state. It was difficult to comprehend that it had been inside her body and throat. A shiver traced its way through her when she felt the lingering dampness between her thighs, and she inhaled the mingled fragrance of their mutual intimacy. She lowered her head, her lips gently caressing his penis, moving from the base to the head. After a few moments, he stirred. She looked up to find him smiling down at her.

“I’m sorry to disturb you,” she spoke quietly, “but I want this again. Do you think you can accommodate me?”

Darien’s grin broadened. “If you keep doing that,” he replied, “I believe I can.”

Sandra returned his smile and resumed her task. It was not long before he was fully erect. “May I sit on you?” she inquired.

“Be my guest,” he chuckled.

Sandra’s hand encircled his erection as she straddled him. Then, she slowly lowered herself, taking him into her with a deliberate grace. The lingering moisture facilitated his entry, yet it was still a snug fit. A soft moan escaped Sandra as he was fully inside her... she had it all. She felt so amazingly full, even more than in her college days. Maybe it was that she hadn’t really appreciated having a big cock inside her. It was so easy then... so many lovers to choose from. But she sensed that this one was special. She had feelings for him that she couldn’t deny. She paused, drawing a breath.

Darien reached up and caressed her breast for a few moments before pulling her near. They kissed, a long, lingering embrace. Both savored the deep sensation of his presence within her. After a few minutes, Sandra shifted and sat up once more. She placed her hands on his chest and began a slow, rhythmic ascent and descent. This time, the pace was not frantic, but deliberate and deeply sensual. It was exquisite. An awareness arose in Sandra: it had been worth it. This was precisely what she had needed. She now possessed what she craved. It touched her in places that hadn’t been reached in years, if ever. She knew now that she could never again go without a cock like this... hopefully his. She pressed down hard, wanting to feel the big head as deep as it could go. She was amazed that she could actually take it all. She moved slowly, sensually, up and down, forward and backward. She glanced over her shoulder at a mirror on the wall and saw the view from behind. She drew in her breath and couldn’t deny that it was beautiful. Her alabaster cheeks spread, his cock dark and shining as it slipped in and out of her. She turned back and saw Darien watching her with fascination and a smile. Her face flushed.

Some time passed before Sandra’s movements quickened. Darien was content to let her lead, to set the pace. He knew he could last for as long as she needed.

Soon, Sandra moved with greater intensity. Her first climax hit before she realized it, followed by another and then another. Finally, she collapsed onto Darien’s chest, breathing hard, while he stayed hard inside her.

"Let me rest for a moment," Sandra whispered, "then we can keep going."

Darien laughed quietly. "Take your time," he said. "It feels incredible being inside you."

Sandra smiled. "Is it okay if I use my phone?"

"Now?” he said with a smile.

She blushed again and said, “It can wait.”

“No, go ahead," Darien replied. He knew what she planned to do, which was unusual, but he was fine with it. It was an unsaid part of the bargain.

She took her phone from the nightstand and thought for a moment. Then she sent Jason a message: “We are fucking again. He is inside me now. I am sitting on him. God, I am so full.”

Jason woke suddenly at the sound of the text message. He had been hovering on the edge of sleep, consumed by worry for her. He hadn’t expected her to stay this late. He sat up and, for a moment, was disoriented. Then his eyes fell upon the message, and his now-swollen penis throbbed within its confinement. His mind pictured another image, vivid and inescapable: his beautiful wife, astride the penis of a large black man. He was buried deep within her, touching places he could never reach. He could see her beautiful body and perfect white breasts moving, swaying as she moved up and down. His head began to spin with so many thoughts that he feared he would pass out.

Sandra set her phone aside and focused on Darien again, excited to have him inside her again. She moved naturally, enjoying the feeling. She briefly regretted missing this kind of connection for years, but knew the timing had to be right. If it had happened earlier, she might have lost Jason, and she couldn’t imagine that. Every choice had brought her here, with both a passionate lover and a devoted husband. She knew making it work would take honesty and balance. Sandra felt confident, but worries lingered. She realized the real test of her marriage was beginning and wondered what challenges lay ahead.

Darien’s firm embrace broke her daydream as he guided her onto her back on the bed, then settled himself between her thighs. She clasped her legs around his waist once more, and he began his urgent movement within her. She held him close, surrendering to the powerful thrusts. She felt wonderfully small beneath his strength, embracing his dominance. His chest pressed against hers, his sweat dripping onto her breasts. Now his mouth claimed hers in a fervent kiss as his rhythm quickened, his thrusts deep enough to elicit a telltale squeak from the bed and a delicate grunt from her when he hit bottom. With each powerful thrust, she felt herself pulled closer to an overwhelming release. She lifted her hips to him. The room began to swim, and a cry escaped her lips. Another climax, more potent than any before, came over her. She cried out again, her hands instinctively finding his buttocks, pulling him even deeper within her. One wave of ecstasy led to another, and then another, until she thought she could bear no more. But as Darien groaned that he was about to climax, her own climaxes started again.

The thought of him expelling his seed within her body again delivered a jolt of pure pleasure through her, supercharging her senses. A momentary thought went through her. What if I wasn’t on the pill... surely with his potent sperm she would get pregnant. That brought on another even more potent climax. She wavered on the edge of unconsciousness, fighting to remain present until Darien’s release. He finally pushed in deep and held her there as his body shivered with his own massive climax. He collapsed onto her for several long moments, his chest heaving on top of hers. She was unable to move until he finally rolled off. Now they lay entwined in the deep, blissful afterglow of shared sexual fulfillment. She could feel his seed slipping out of her as if confirmation of what they had done.

"God, that was incredible," she said, her voice low.

“For me, too. I think it was the best I’ve ever had,” Darien said, sounding happy. He looked at Sandra, noticing how she seemed to glow even more now. Her hair was messy, and her cheeks were pink from their time together. He felt sure he had found something special. All his worries faded away, and he decided he would do whatever it took to make this work.

As they lay recovering, Sandra discreetly texted Jason again, asking him to come for her. She would meet him at the rear parking lot, exiting through the back door. She then set the phone aside, and they both drifted into a light sleep. Sandra woke abruptly to the vibration of her phone beside her. She had set it to vibrate so she wouldn't disturb Darien. Glancing at the clock, she saw she hadn’t slept long, but it was 4 AM. The message was brief: “Out back.”

Sandra got up quickly, feeling an urgent need to move. She leaned over and kissed Darien awake. He smiled sleepily. "You can go back to sleep. I have to go. Jason is waiting," she said.

Darien’s smile widened. "Thank you. This was amazing."

She squeezed his hand and kissed him again, longer, more passionate this time. “For me, too.”

"I’ll call you later today," Darien said.

“Okay,” Sandra replied, already hurrying towards the bathroom. She had intended to shower, but it was late. Then an impulse made her change her mind. She was taking a calculated risk, hoping Jason would want to see her as she was, and she wanted that confrontation too. It seemed important right now. Still, she tidied herself as best she could, wanting to minimize any excessive mess on her dress. She grabbed a hotel face towel to take with her. He had cum deeply inside her this time, but still, she could feel some of his seed slowly trickling out of her.

Jason was waiting by the car as she appeared. It might have been his imagination, but she seemed to be walking rather gingerly. He wondered for a moment if it was because he had stretched her. He shook his head to clear it and quickly opened the passenger door for her. She paused and suddenly kissed him, warm, wet, and passionate. She knew he was shocked, but that was what she wanted. She wanted him to know she was still his. All the emotions he had suppressed on the drive over came rushing back. He had clearly anticipated something, but not this. He watched as Sandra carefully placed the towel on the seat, then hiked up the back of her dress before sitting down. She smiled at him, tired, but very much alive.

Sandra watched Jason's eyes grow wide when he realized what she was doing. She was covering the seat to keep Darien’s cum from getting on the seat. She smiled as he hurried to the driver’s side. She’d gotten the reaction she wanted. The fact that he didn’t pull away from her, without showering, was a good sign. She knew the real test would come at home, but she sensed Jason was ready.

The car was quiet on the journey home. Sandra unbuckled her belt, then reclined against Jason’s shoulder and held his hand. A passing caution about the seat belt came to mind. Then, he regarded it as foolishness. He allowed himself to sink into the reassuring warmth of her proximity. He could smell sex all over her, and it made his head spin. His thoughts, however, were in turmoil as he reexamined the evening’s events and what he had allowed to unfold.

He glanced down as the dashboard and streetlights flickered across Sandra’s thighs. He gasped at the obvious wetness... another man’s cum seeping out of her. It was almost too much to process. Jason felt an intense tangle of jealousy, uncertainty, and excitement twisting in his chest. His mind replayed the images: Darien’s hands gripping Sandra, his body pressing hers into the sheets, her face alive with pleasure that might have belonged to someone else. Each new memory sent a fresh wave of fear crashing through him, whispering that he could be losing her, that she could already be slipping beyond his reach. Images of Darien inside her triggered flickers of shame followed by involuntary flashes of arousal, confusing him further. He couldn’t tell if the ache in his body was grief or desire. Worse yet, he imagined Sandra truly enjoying what he never could give her, savoring sensations he could only dream of bringing her. It gnawed at him, quickening his breath and knotting his hands tighter on the steering wheel. He wondered if she sensed how afraid he was, how deeply unsettled. His thoughts circled restlessly: had he lost something essential, or gained a dangerous new part of their marriage? Had she crossed an invisible line, or was this simply what they both needed? He could feel a chasm widening between the person he had been and the man he might now have to become. Their lives had shifted, the ground under his feet no longer steady, and he didn’t know if it was for better or worse.

When they arrived, Jason helped Sandra out of the car. She could barely walk. The sex had totally exhausted her. He draped her arm over his shoulder, held her tight, and escorted her into the house. He had braced himself for her exhaustion, yet its depth still surprised him. He had never witnessed her so profoundly depleted. Her body was weak and her legs wobbly. Her hair was disheveled, her lipstick smudged, and an obvious scent, undeniably that of sex, clung to her. Still beneath it all, she gave off a distinct glow.

He helped her to the bedroom and began to remove her dress. His breath faltered as her naked form was revealed. The evidence of recent intimacy was indisputable. Crimson marks, left by Darien’s rough beard and hands, marred her skin. To his surprise, a deep purple hickey appeared on her neck, a sharp contrast to her pale flesh.

For a moment, Sandra’s eyes flickered up at him, and a faint, satisfied smile curved her lips before she glanced away as if caught between pride and embarrassment. He noticed her hands trembling as she tried to help with her dress, and something in her gaze carried a mix of exhaustion and unspoken need. As he gently lowered her onto the bed, a soft gasp escaped him as her legs parted, and he saw her very clearly now. Her lips were swollen, glossy with a clearly identifiable moisture, and it was clear she had been thoroughly penetrated. He considered a bath, but her sheer exhaustion made it seem impossible. Instead, he moved to her side and drew her into his embrace.

Sandra turned, her lips meeting Jason’s in a kiss that lingered with a longing that suggested both a search for reassurance and a quiet kind of gratitude. The taste of her recent encounter returned immediately, undeniable. Her unbrushed teeth said a lot, and he wondered if it was deliberate.

"I love you," she whispered, her eyes closing.

Jason lay there for a moment or two as an almost uncontrollable urge washed over him. His heart was pounding as he slipped from her embrace and slowly moved down until he could see her unobstructed in the dim room light. All he planned to do was to look. The ravaging she had endured appeared even more apparent. Suddenly, he couldn’t control himself and crawled between her legs. She moaned as he began to kiss her thighs. He moved higher and higher until his tongue was on her, slipping inside. A rush of emotions came over him. Was it pride, or some other feeling he couldn’t name? He wanted to reclaim her. His mouth covered her, and he did.

Sandra looked down and moaned, but she was too far gone to respond. Her heart beat faster as she watched Jason, without encouragement or request, use his mouth on her. She was too tired to climax again, but she did enjoy his ministrations. The fact that he did it on his own made her feel like it was all going to be okay. She knew that it was his way of taking her back, and she appreciated it, and indeed would encourage it in the future. She loved this man beyond reason.

Once Jason was done, he crawled back beside her. They kissed again; this time it was him sharing Darien’s seed. She moaned and held him tight, continuing the kiss for a long time. Then exhaustion overtook her, and she fell back asleep on the bed. Jason stayed awake, trying to make sense of the night. His mouth and chin were now sticky with Darien’s cum and Sandra’s juices. What did it mean for them now that everything had changed? He replayed Sandra’s words and her clear satisfaction, feeling both pride and fear. His jealousy unsettled him, but he also felt a small hope—maybe this would bring more honesty and intensity to their relationship. Would he see her differently now? Only time would tell. Even as exhaustion set in, he felt a mix of sorrow and excitement, wondering how things would change. Eventually, he drifted off to sleep beside her.

The sun was well up when Jason woke suddenly to Sandra kissing him, her smiling face close to his. It was afternoon.

"Good morning... or good afternoon," she whispered, her voice gentle.

He looked at the clock and replied, "Good afternoon.”

"I need you to do something for me," she said, looking at him intently.

"Okay," he said, not knowing what she wanted.

"I want you to pleasure me with your mouth again," she said directly.

He caught his breath. It was apparent that she wanted him to reclaim her again... now that she was somewhat rested and could enjoy it more.

“I enjoyed your mouth last night, but I was out of it and couldn’t savor it. I want to feel your mouth on me, but more importantly, I want you to reclaim me in the light of day and feel you do it. I have been with another man, but I want you to reclaim what is yours forever and always. I want you to take all the time you want. Please, I need to feel close to you right now,” she pleaded, her voice brimming with emotion, with something vulnerable in the way she said it, as if uncertainty and guilt pulled at her. The night before had left her wondering how far the boundary she'd crossed was, and whether their connection could endure this test. She sought reassurance, needing to know he could still want her fully, that the intensity and trust between them wouldn't fade. In her plea, a hunger for forgiveness mingled with desire, the need to be embraced wholly by him again.

“Okay,” he returned, very happy that she was asking him to pleasure her with his mouth a second time. Deep down, he knew she needed this as much as he had needed to do it earlier. He had already reclaimed her, and now she was reclaiming him.

Sandra smiled, pushed the sheets off, and spread her legs.

Jason leaned over and kissed her lips again. He used his tongue, and she reciprocated. They kissed for a long time before he pulled away and began kissing down her body. He paused at her breasts and looked at the cage key around her neck. It sent a chill of excitement through him. She had worn it the entire time, and he realized how important that was to both of them. On impulse, he bent and kissed the key almost reverently. He saw Sandra smile at him. Then he noticed the red marks from Darien’s on her perfectly white skin again. He saw the hickey on her neck, higher up. He briefly wondered how she would hide it from the people at work... or maybe she wouldn’t and let them think it was him who had given it to her. Surprising even him, he leaned over to kiss it. He convinced himself that this was part of the reclaiming, too. He licked and sucked the skin gently, knowing the area might be sore.

Sandra giggled and said, “You noticed. Darien seems to love doing that. I haven’t decided if I will cover it with makeup... if that is even possible. I may just let the people at work think you did it. Me knowing it was my lover instead would be very exciting.”

Jason wasn’t sure how to respond, so he just moved lower and sucked her nipples for a long time before he moved his mouth between her legs again. He knew what he was going to find; he had seen it last night, tasted it, and he was prepared for it.

He moved until he was between her legs, lifting her legs to his shoulders. He grabbed a pillow and slipped it under her hips like he often did. His eyes moved between her legs, closer now, in the bright light of day. He started with her open, still-swollen lips. They were always beautiful. But this time it was different. He had stared at her hundreds, thousands of times, but now, it had changed. The lips were fuller, larger. Her opening was obviously larger. That wasn’t surprising, given what she'd told him about Darien’s size.

With his heart racing, he started at her mound and gently licked her, working his tongue over her outer lips, which were still wet and sticky from the night's activity. He tasted Darien's sperm again. He knew Darien had cum inside her several times, but assumed that he had gotten it all. Surprisingly, he saw more trickling out of her. With a moan, he began to lick her dripping opening again.

Sandra moaned loudly. She didn’t believe that Jason was actually enjoying eating her after Darien had cum inside her. It was something she had thought about often. It was incredibly exciting, but also felt somehow natural. It was almost what he was meant for. It was part of his service to her. And she could tell that he wasn’t just doing it for her. He was doing it for himself. He was taking her back in the only way he knew how. She knew he would be spending a lot of time doing this from now on. It was how they would reconnect. She realized that it was probably the most intimate act a man could do for a woman.

As her body trembled with pleasure, Sandra felt a torrent of conflicting emotions pulse through her. A spike of pride burned beneath her skin; knowing Jason would go this far for her made her feel powerful and deeply wanted. She realized she had asked Jason to cross a threshold most men would never dare approach, and the thought sent a delicious thrill through her nerves even as it left her breathless with apprehension. Was it love, selfishness, or both that let her demand this kind of surrender from him? The way she wielded her own taboo desire, making Jason complicit in the aftermath of her infidelity, felt almost wicked—her pleasure magnified by the risk and the power she held. The echo of shame made her heart race, but something bold in her relished this transgression, the glimpse of her own dominance in the shudder of his devotion. Still, beneath the thrill, a gnawing need for reassurance lingered. A constant whisper nagged: had she gone too far, forced him past the edge of what was fair or kind? She wondered if her hunger would ever find its limits, and whether she could ever fully make up for the ache she saw flickering in his eyes, or was it not ache at all. Was it pure devotion, she wondered?

Jason, too, was caught between sensations. This intimate act brought an unexpected sense of relief, a feeling of being allowed to reclaim Sandra and restore his place with her. Every time she gasped under his touch, a surge of pride washed over him, almost fierce in its intensity. He could please her in ways no one else could, at least like this, and the intimacy of it left his desire simmering beneath the discomfort. Still, a part of him yearned for more than just acceptance; he wanted her longing, her need for him alone. In the quiet aftermath, both of their hearts ached to believe their trust had survived this latest test.

Yes, he wanted to reclaim her, to clean her thoroughly. He wanted to cleanse her of another man’s seed. The taste was not unlike the night he had cleaned her face with his tongue. Now that he knew what to expect, he had no reservations. He knew that this was his job, but it was also his job to pleasure her. And he was going to make sure she knew that no one could do it better, at least with their mouth.

He barely heard Sandra cry that she was going to climax. Yet, he felt it. He felt her opening, squeezing his tongue. As it did, more hidden juice came out. He opened his mouth wide and allowed it to flow in. He felt her hands in his hair, pulling him tightly to her, her legs now wrapped around his neck, imprisoning him in her wetness. After several strong climaxes, she gently tried to push him away, but he wasn’t having it. He wasn’t done. She wasn’t totally clean. She had told him he could do it for as long as he wanted. Besides, until she was totally clean, he hadn’t totally reclaimed her. She quickly gave up resisting and went with the flow, climaxing several more times before he finally pulled away.

Afterward, Sandra lay exhausted, barely able to move as he crawled up beside her. She opened her mouth as he kissed her, tasting Darien’s cum again as they sucked each other's tongues. Finally, Jason let her relax. She fell back asleep as he crawled out of bed and headed to the shower. His head was swirling with so many thoughts that he knew it would take days, weeks, or years to unravel, if it were even possible.

Gray drizzle now fell outside as Sandra walked into the kitchen. It was late afternoon. She dried her hair with a towel and was wrapped in her favorite bathrobe.

“Good afternoon, or evening,” she said cheerfully.

“Almost evening,” Jason replied, trying to match her cheerfulness.

Sandra’s smile faded as she walked over and hugged him, sensing how heavy he felt. She shared some of his uncertainty, but her own satisfaction and joy eased her worries for now.

“Come on, sweetheart, get us some coffee and sit down with me,” she said.

Jason joined her at the table with two cups of coffee.

Sandra reached over, took his hand, and said, "Jason, we've talked about this. I love you and always will. What happened last night doesn’t change that. Having Darien as my lover gives me something I need, but I’m yours. And you agree he’s right for us, don’t you?"

All the night's emotions suddenly crashed over him. He appreciated the word “us.” "Yes, but I worry you’ll be pulled away from me, that I’m not enough anymore. I can’t compete sexually with him," Jason said.

Sandra squeezed his hand a little tighter, trying to steady herself as she spoke. They had talked about this many times, but she knew it had to be said again, and again. "What I have with Darien has nothing to do with you being ‘enough’ for me. You are more than enough for me in critical ways. You have given me everything I wanted. Nobody in this world could give me more. Yes, Darien gives me an important part of what I need, but far from all of it. You have me six and a half days a week. He has me for maybe half of a day. What we do in those six and a half days is as critical to our marriage as what Darien provides. Yes, I need what he gives me, and now I realize how much."

She hesitated, her voice wavering for a moment. "Please believe that it is not your fault that you can’t please me with your equipment. It is not mine either. We had to find a solution or risk everything. You know that."

She brushed a tear away quickly and went on, trying to find the right words. "When I am with Darien, I give him everything I can. But then, you have me for the rest of the time. I will always come back to you. I am not saying those hours with him aren't important, because we both know they are. But the rest is just as important. My life would be nothing without you. I need you."

Jason teared up, overwhelmed by the collision of relief and sadness. “I’m sorry. I know I’m being an idiot. I guess I’m just emotionally tired. Everything you say is true. Last night was probably the most exciting but also the hardest night of my life.”

Sandra smiled, wiping his tears. "It was the ‘hardest’ night for me, too,” she said with a shy smile at the double meaning of her words. “But, honestly, I thought of you the whole time; the key around my neck reminded me of you. I kept remembering those long talks we had about all this, when the tension between us was almost too much to bear, and neither of us knew how to fix it. We struggled for so long to understand each other, and some nights I feared we would drift apart because of it. But now, this will make our marriage stronger. We have to refuse to let sexual incompatibility harm us... and now it won’t. We won’t let it."

Jason nodded; he knew she was right.

“And I came home to you, didn’t I?” Sandra said.

“Yes,” Jason said.

"And I know you enjoyed it when I came home. You reclaimed me, right?" she said and paused before adding, “Several times. And it was very obvious how much you like it.”

Jason’s face turned bright red. “I ... uh ... I mean,” he stammered.

“You don’t have to explain it to me. It was one of the nicest things you have ever done. But you did it for both of us, and that mattered. You reclaimed me before I asked you to. I loved it.”

Jason was feeling a little better now. He wouldn’t have to hide what he had done.

Sandra said, “It is going to take time for both of us. But we will work it out as long as we can communicate. You have to share your fears and concerns with me, and I have to do the same with you. Promise me.”

“Promise,” Jason returned.

“Don’t forget that we have dinner tonight,” Sandra reminded him.

“Oh shit. I forgot all about that. Do we have to go... really?” he almost begged.

“Yes, we absolutely do. I’m tired too, but we have to. Besides, you enjoy flirting with the ladies,” Sandra said.

“Not the eighty-year-old ones,” he returned.

“There are very few of them at these parties, and you know it. This is important to the firm, and you help bring in business. Now don’t give me a hard time or I will give you your discipline today instead of tomorrow, and you will have a sore ass to add to your misery,” she warned.

Jason shut his mouth.

To Be Continued