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Click hereThey finished fixing their clothes and stood around the living room. They all seemed embarrassed and couldn't think of what to say now that it was all over.
"I hope you guys can keep quiet about this," I said. "This was a one time thing."
"Yeah don't worry about it," Phil said.
"Well, I'll want to talk about it but I won't say who it was," Jamal said.
That got a chuckle from everyone.
"Just know if any strange guys show up here wanting to fuck my wife I'll find each of you and beat the living shit out of you," I said.
"Oh, yeah, sure," Jamal said.
"Definitely," Dan said.
"Okay, then get your asses out of here," I said.
They all turned and filed out of the front door.
"Thanks, man," Dan said as he brushed past me.
I nodded at him.
"You're going to have to throw that bed spread out," Phil said as he left.
"No shit," I responded and waved bye to him.
I closed the door behind them and stood in the hallway wondering what I should do. I didn't know where we would go after this. Lines had been crossed. All the rules had been broken. Our relationship had changed considerably but I didn't know exactly how or what that meant for us.
I was looking at the stairs trying to get myself to walk up them when Anna appeared at the bottom step, holding onto the wall, and looked around the corner at me.
"I need a shower," she said softly, swaying on her feet, her eyes barely open.
"Need some help?" I asked.
"Yeah, I can barely stand," she said.
I went to her and put my arm around her waist. She fell against me, her arm around my shoulder. I took her through our bedroom to the master bath. I put the down the toilet seat, set her on it, and started the shower. She was swaying with her head down like she was about to pass out.
As I started to get undressed I remembered the ankle bracelet in my pocket and took it out. I looked at it lying in my palm. Without thinking I walked back into the bedroom, put the bracelet in its drawer and closed it.
I went back to the bathroom, took off my clothes, and lifted her up. I got her into the shower and held her up as I cleaned her. She sighed and opened her eyes from time to time to look at me.
"Was that enough?" she asked, her voice barely audible.
"I hope so," I replied and continued to wash the come from her body.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 1 year agoNah. If he was half the man described, he would have just told her: "you broke all the rules, bitch. Voluntarily, consensually, willingly, deliberately, wantonly, no regrets, no hesitation, no protests, no reluctance - in my face - disrespecting me; violating our marriage. Get the fuck out, whore" and just thrown her out. Then burned her clothes, the mattress, the furniture and sold the house.
She didn't care about the ankle bracelet; she didn't care about the rules, she didn't care about him. All she loved, all she wanted - was cocks; any kind, anywhere, any time, any way, every hole. True, 22nd century, feminist woman - a two-bit cunt whore.
Akirababe87almost 4 years agoThe open ended aspect is something a lot of people seem to have issue with on this site. I think it's a good literary device to keep fantasy alive in our own minds.
I don't think he overreacted at all. Having an open relationship is VERY tricky and the only way it works is if the rules get complete respect, above everything else. Even if the rules seem asinine to one person, especially someone on the outside. Her not wearing that ankle bracelet was a definite lack of respect for the rules, because to him it was important. It starts with one and then you get away without issue and the others start to slip. I've been in almost that exact situation (minus the crazy orgy after), and it was heartbreaking because it did ultimately lead to a catastrophic failure of the rules.
I ended up walking away entirely, with nothing more than a lesson to show for it, so the fact that he's helping her wash up after shows that he really does still love her and wants to figure out what's left for them. My mind can't help but wonder if they salvage their relationship. Maybe they stop being open, maybe he loses respect for her and ultimately they split. Or maybe after a while she proves he can still trust her and they go back to things as they were.
I thought this was incredibly well written and I'm surprised it's scored as low as it is.
ejsathomeabout 6 years ago. . . an interesting, mildly enjoyable story, well written. However, as I waded through it I was hoping that the wife would experience more pain, regret, and discomfort. It was a dimension that would have added to the story immensely. Didn't he really want the wife to express remorse, begging him to forgive her? Wasn't there. In fact, she seemed to enjoy it more and more as the event stretched on. In any case, the marriage was destroyed. Maybe that would be her final punishment. Another final chapter might give us closure.
