Part 2 - What Next
I walked back into my office and pulled the bottle of whiskey from the bottom drawer of my desk. I moved to the couch and took a big swig from the bottle. I turned on the Braves baseball game. I wasn't interested in the game, just the noise, any distraction, something to clutter my mind. I watched two innings and drank a third of the bottle. It had been forty minutes since I heard the front door close.
I took another swig and walked through the door into the hall. I listened; there was an eerie silence. I walked through the house, taking a swig every now and then as I turned all the lights off. I moved down the hall toward our bedroom and saw the door was closed. It was always open, even at night, so it was odd that it was closed! I stepped to the door, turned the knob, and pushed it open. The room was dark, with only a small amount of light filtering in through the windows. I heard soft sobbing coming from inside.
I stood there at the door in shock! I could barely see her, but my wife, Elle, lay on the bed. I walked in and turned on a small light on the table. Elle lay curled up in a ball, wrapped in the duvet, shaking. Her new dress and sexy lingerie were all lying in a pile on the floor.
I said nothing. I took off my clothes as I walked over to the bed. I lifted the duvet and slipped into bed beside Elle. I looked at the clock on the bedside table at 7:29 pm. I marked that moment as the moment when I knew my wife loved me more than anything in the world.
I slipped in bed behind Elle. Her hot body was trembling. I pulled her against me, spooning with her. I kissed her neck, "Hi! I see you are here, so you canceled your date?"
Elle rolled over and looked me in the eyes. Her face was a mess, with mascara streaks down her cheeks, and puffy eyes from crying.
"No, Thomas, there was no date tonight, and there will never be a date. You are my husband, and I love you and only you! I need just you," Elle whispered, then kissed me softly.
I held her and whispered. "Elle, you are my date tonight and every night. But tonight, we must repeat last night's bonding to solidify our love for each other. Tomorrow we will deal with all this other mess."
"No, Thomas, I have to tell you now before we go any further!" Elle was adamant.
I looked at Elle, worried that there really had been an affair with Robert. I had no idea. I had lied to her about knowing about Palm Beach, accusing them, but it worked. I was sure Elle needed to tell me something about Palm Beach and more things that had happened since that trip. I wondered what was going on.
Elle sat up and covered herself with the duvet. She looked at me in the low light from the lamp. She swallowed hard and started her story.
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“Thomas, as you know, several months ago I changed bridge partners to play in mixed doubles tournaments and earn more Emerald Masterpoints. But I never told you anything about my new partner. Well, my new partner is Robert Raymond. I know you really dislike Robert so I never told you he was my new partner because I felt you might forbid me from playing bridge with him. Robert is a great bridge player, and I wanted him as my new partner.”
I said nothing but sat up, being more serious, listening to her words and their meaning. Elle continued.
“Over the past months, we have played in local bridge club events and practiced learning each other's styles and to develop our team style. We felt we were good enough and had strong team chemistry to win, so we went to our first major tournament in Palm Beach. On our trip, Robert and I played excellent bridge, and as you know, we came in second. We were proud of second place since it was our first tournament.
"As you would expect, Robert and I spent all our time together during the trip. We ate all our meals together, practiced, and just hung out. Our rooms were separate, and we never shared one or the other. We danced a few nights to break the competitive tension, but things went a little further than was appropriate. By the third night, Thomas, I missed you so much, and I was so horny that as I dressed, I made myself cum before we went to dinner that night!
"Later, we went dancing and we both became extremely excited. We were really into each other. As the night progressed and the drinks flowed, suddenly we were all over each other. I could feel Robert's excitement as he pulled me tight against him, grinding on me. It made me even hornier. I almost couldn't stop, but Thomas, you, and only you, stopped me, so I stopped us. We did kiss, and Robert did feel my ass and breasts as we danced. I just couldn't stop him. I knew I had to leave before things went too far, so I told Robert I had to go.
"Walking out of the club back to the hotel Robert held my hand. Once we were back at the hotel, I realized Robert was leading me to his room. At the elevator, I stopped and kissed him on the cheek and stopped things right there, “Robert, we cannot do this, I am married, and I love my husband. I cannot cheat on him!
"Thomas, the next day we came home, and I returned to you, loving you even more and knowing my love for you was forever strong!
"Over the past three weeks, Robert and I had three bridge club sessions. Thomas, I lied to you when I told you there were four. The first two were our normal bridge games. Each night after the game, Robert and I went out for a drink, and I came home a little later than normal. I am ashamed to say that each of those nights we ended up making out in Robert's car. I never let him touch me under my clothes, but he did feel my breasts and ass.”
Elle's story was making me very uneasy. I wondered if she had already given in and had cheated on me!
“God, Thomas, I would get so hot I wanted to fuck Robert, but each night, my love for you kept me from going too far. Each night when I came home, I fucked you so hard, and we came together, reaffirming our love for each other. Though I will admit, I did fantasize about Robert on those nights.”
As Elle moved through her story, I believed what she told me. I remembered those nights and how sexually energized Elle had been, really fucking me until we both came hard and collapsed in each other's arms, declaring our love for each other.
“Thomas, the third night there was a bridge club party that I could have invited you to, but Robert asked me to go with him, so I did. I am sorry for lying to you and not taking you. That night we went to the party, then we left early to go dancing. The night was dangerous for me, for us. Robert had been weakening my defenses with his texts and emails over the last several days.
"That night Robert took me dancing at a small private club. It was very intimate so very quickly my resolve melted away. I am ashamed to admit it, but we looked like lovers dancing that night, kissing passionately, and our hands were everywhere. Once again, my love for you won out, and I came to my senses. I went to the ladies' room and called an Uber. I waited and snuck out before Robert could stop me and come home to you. That night Thomas, you remember we didn't sleep. We made love all night. It was so beautiful that I never wanted our passion to stop.
"The fourth night was a week ago, when you and Roy went fishing in Savannah for two days. Robert invited me out that Saturday night. I knew it was wrong of me to go, but for some reason, I really wanted to go. That night I had decided was when I was ending things with Robert.
"Thomas, my one concern was that you were away and would not be here for me when I came home. That worried me. I knew I needed to continue to be firm with Robert, making this the last night we would ever go out. I didn't think it was a problem. I knew I was strong enough to keep control so that nothing would happen. We were supposed to be going to dinner and dancing. I knew we had to be careful so none of our friends saw us, so maybe he was taking me back to the club we when to the week before.
"Robert texted me Saturday morning that I needed to dress nicely, and he was picking me up at 4:00 pm. I thought it was a little early for a dinner date, but he told me he had a surprise. I spent the early afternoon getting ready. I soaked in a bubble bath and shaved my whole body, baring my pussy. I was so horny I fingered myself to two sweet orgasms taking the edge off. I dried and rubbed body oil all over me so that I smelled sweet and felt sexy. I picked out a sexy black lace shelf bra and matching lace thong. I added the black thigh-high, seamed, stocking with the little black bows you like. I picked the blue satin dress that I bought for the Christmas party. I put my makeup on and felt radiant and extremely sexy!
"When I saw the black town car sitting outside, I was shocked. Once in the car, I told Robert about my concern about any of our friends seeing us. He assured me that where we were going, no one we knew would see us. I didn't understand why he was so sure until we drove to the private airport. Sitting there was a shiny black helicopter. I looked at him a gasped, ‘Robert, where are we going?’
"'It's a surprise, but we will have a wonderful time.’ Robert said as he took my hand, and we boarded the helicopter. As it turned out, we were on an hour's flight to Atlanta. You know Thomas, I had never done anything like this. It was like I was a Queen.
"I realized while we were in the helicopter that this was Robert's full press to seduce me. He had planned this trip with one objective, to get me in bed so that he could ravage my body all night. The realization was extremely exciting but also genuinely concerning. My body was pulling me in one direction while my mind was building a defense and pulling the other way. The sexual tension was extremely high when we pulled up to the helicopter. You could cut it with a knife. As things progressed in the helicopter, the animal magnetism was almost overwhelming.
"Thomas, I fought hard to ensure I didn't make a huge mistake with Robert and destroy us! But it was so hard, and gradually, I realized that every move he had planned was to break down my defenses, and it was all working. I was slowly losing control.
"During the flight, I was like a kid on a carnival ride gawking out at the scenery. It was spectacular. I was overwhelmed at the moment. We drank Cristal Champagne, toasting a spectacular evening. If this were an evening preview, it would be special, just as Robert planned. It was all extremely exciting.
"When we landed, a black stretch limo was waiting for us. Wow, I was impressed! There was more Cristal in the limo, and Robert started to make his move. It was not anything we had not done before, kissing, and he was feeling my breasts, sliding his hand along my stocking cover thigh but nothing more. I fought off his advances as best I could, without ruining the whole evening.”
As I listened to Elle, my heart was beating wildly, and my jealousy and anger were mounting. I continued to listen, and my cock began to harden, as my hidden fantasy of Elle with another man finally surfaced. It made me sick that that man could be Robert Raymond. The more I heard, the more I began to believe Elle was telling me the truth. I could see the concern on her face, worried about how I was taking in what she was telling me, as I stayed stoic, not responding in any way.
“I have to be honest, Thomas, I am a woman, and Robert's pampering was all for me. I was extremely excited and becoming more turned on by the minute. We road through the traffic, and Robert told me, ‘Elle, you are a beautiful, amazing woman, a good friend, a great attorney, and a great bridge partner. I feel like I am falling in love with you!’
"I was shocked at Robert's confession, was put it mildly! How could I react to his words? What should I say? I looked into his eyes, they were full of love, lust, and aggression. That scared me because my reaction was wrong. I started to say, ‘I am married,” but what came out of my mouth was, 'I really like you too, Robert!’ Boy, that was the wrong thing to say, opening the door when I needed to slam it shut.
"Then Robert leaned in and kissed me softly at first, but then he pressed forward, and soon we kissed passionately. I accepted his kiss. I didn't stop him. His hand closed on my breast and massaged it, rubbing my hard nipple with his palm. I was losing ground fast. Thank God the spell was broken when we arrived at the restaurant, or to be honest, I am not sure what would have happened.”
As I listened to more of Elle's story, my cock was rock hard and pulsing in my hand. It was making a tent under the sheet. Elle looked down and saw my hand moving. She looked at me with a slight smile. “Thomas, are you jerking off to my story?” Elle’s hand slipped under the sheet, pushed my hand away, and closed her fingers around me, holding my cock in her warm palm, but not moving.
"We were sitting in front of New York Prime. The driver opened the door, and I stepped out. Robert followed with his hand on my ass. We walked in and were greeted by Manuel, the Maître d'.
"Robert had reserved a private dining room for a romantic dinner at this impressive five-star restaurant. We were having a marvelous dinner with more Cristal Champagne. I knew he was putting on the hard press now, and I was feeling the alcohol a little more than I wanted to. I felt his hand resting on my thigh, softly stroking it. Robert was starting to work his magic, and I was losing more control with every sensual touch of Robert's fingers.
"I knew I needed to regroup, so I excused myself to the lady's room. As I walked, my pussy was on fire, leaking cream into my panties. I knew I had to regain my composure, or I would soon be on my back with Robert fucking me. Once inside, I had a strong talk with myself telling me, ‘Elle, you are a married woman; you should not be here, to begin with, so you must be strong, or your life will be destroyed.’ I stared at myself, taking a deep breath.
"As I stood there rebuilding my courage, an older woman emerged from a stall. She fixed her makeup, and as she turned to leave, she gripped my arm and looked me in the eye. ‘If you love your husband, do not cheat on him. Go home and love him. I didn't do that, and it destroyed us both!’ She told me with a sad smile. It was like my Fairy Godmother was watching over me.
"Her words shocked me. I looked down at her, ‘Thank you, I needed that!’ I pulled her to me, hugged her, and made my resolve not to give in and come home to you.
"As I walked back to Robert, I knew it wasn't quite as simple as that. I just couldn't walk out and catch a cab and go home. I said to myself, ‘Elle, you love Thomas and don't want to do anything that could wreck your marriage or hurt the man you love. You have to be strong!’
"I arrived back at the table. Robert politely stood as I sat down. As we looked at each other I was thinking about how I could get out of this situation. I was one hundred miles from home, with no way to return except with Robert. I was in trouble. The meal was excellent. I stopped drinking the Champagne and felt more in control by the time we finished.”
I knew Elle loved me but had gotten herself into something she never really expected, but she was naive not to realize a man like Robert would come after her as a male challenge. I was proud of how she was holding up.
“Thomas, we left the restaurant and walked through Buckhead to the Sanctuary Nightclub for dancing. It was a Latin dance club, so sultry Latin dances were the thing of the night. We danced and drank, and as the evening went on, Robert became more aggressive and flirtier. He wanted me, but I fought hard despite losing the small battles.
"From the minute we walked into the club, there was sexual tension everywhere. I knew I had never experienced an atmosphere like this. The music was pounding, couples were dancing seductively, almost fucking on the dance floor. God, it was so erotic my body started to tingle all over. Robert had not touched me except by holding my hand and pulling me through the crowd to the back of the club. There was a VIP section, and Robert had reserved a table there. We sat at a table in a raised area overlooking the dance floor. A bucket of iced and a bottle of Cristal arrived and was poured by a stunning, young, sexy Latino woman. Robert couldn't take his eyes off her.
"As I watched couples dance, I saw them grinding on each other. It was like they were making love on the dance floor. I knew there would be serious fucking in their beds tonight. That thought scared me because that is how Robert wanted to dance with me.
"But before I could get my head straight, Robert pulled me out of my seat and onto the dance floor. A slow song was playing, so Robert pulled me tight to him, and suddenly, we meshed together, legs between legs, grinding on each other. I loved the beat of the music, our body friction, and quickly we were dancing just like the other couples, destined to end up the same way, with me on my back and Robert pounding my pussy!
"Thomas, you know how I love a slow dance, feeling our bodies rubbing together. Well, there I was, caught up in that same feeling, but with Robert, not you. My eyes closed, and for a while, I felt like I was in your arms, rubbing against you, but as things progressed, I knew it wasn't you; it was Robert! I tried holding him off but was scared I would not be strong tonight."
Elle's words concerned me. I was getting extremely nervous as I listened to more of her story. She was putting up a good fight, but I was worried she would lose out on Robert's advances. My heart was beating faster, and I could feel my pulse in my cockhead as Elle held my cock tight in her hand.
“Thomas, as we danced and our bodies rubbed together, I became very turned on. My body started quivering. I knew Robert could feel it. My pussy was wet, leaking cream that ran down my thighs. My scent was rising and filled my head. I was sure Robert could smell me too. My hot pussy was pressed hard against his thigh, as his hard cock was pressed against me in just the right spot. Jesus, Thomas, this was only our first dance. I knew I was in trouble, but what could I do?
"The next dance was a Salsa. We danced through it as I was fighting the lust that was overtaking me. My body was tingling when the dance ended, and we walked back to the table. I was so turned on that I knew I had to take a break from Robert! I quickly excused myself and ran off to the lady's room.
"I went into a stall and tried to gather myself. I knew I needed relief not just from Robert, but I needed to cum. I pulled up my skirt and pushed my panties down to my ankles. I sat on the toilet and played with my pussy pushing two fingers inside me, fucking myself until I came hard. I bit on my other hand to muffle my scream. I was so turned on I couldn't stop so I fingered myself faster until I was cumming hard again, letting out a loud groan. I collapsed back with my eyes closed, breathing hard. I tried to come back down by slowing my breathing. As I recovered, a shaky voice in the next booth cooed, 'Oh My, God Damn Girl, that was so fucking hot. Do you need any help over there? I can finish you off again if you'd like.'
"I was shocked, my God, someone heard me! I had cum twice but was still very turned on. The woman's comments didn't help. I flushed with embarrassment. Jesus, the offer was tempting, but I said nothing. I dried my pussy and pulled my panties up in place. I stood, straightened my clothes, and quickly left. I didn't wash my hand; I might need to use my fingers again later.
"As I walked up to the table, Robert quickly pulled me back onto the dance floor, and we danced through several songs, grinding on each other. Thank God, I had just cum, or I would have cum rubbing on his thigh. My relief made dancing with Robert tolerable, but I still rode Robert's thigh on the edge of cumming again.
"We danced, drank, kissed, and clung to each other like lovers, to anyone who saw us. I knew I had to be careful, or Robert would win his challenge, and we would be fucking soon.
"As it was, I tried hard to make Robert understand that I was NOT his lover for the night or any night, by building my resolve for me not to be! I could not allow that to happen, or I would destroy me, you Thomas, and our marriage!
"The night moved along quickly. I drank less, we danced, kissed, and rubbed on each other. It was near midnight, and I was extremely nervous about what was coming next. I looked at Robert, his eyes were on fire. I knew what Robert had in mind, he wanted, my pussy. Robert thought it was his, but it wasn't, and I knew I could never give it to him.
"After we sat listening to songs, watching other couples, and drinking Cristal, I went to the restroom again to take a breather. When I returned to the table, I took the lead and pulled Robert onto the dance floor. He pulled me tight to him, and I could feel his hard cock pressing against my belly. God, I was so horny I could have dropped to the floor in front of all those people and sucked Robert's cock until he filled my mouth with his hot cum! But NO, I boned up and whispered, 'Robert, I have had a wonderful time, but this has to be the last dance. I have to go home tonight!'
"Robert looked at me, ‘Elle, tomorrow morning, we go home, tonight is for us together that we have wanted all along!’
