The look on George's face when I came through the door told me he knew. He looked so sad, and the consequences of my actions began to really sink in. I tried to avoid eye contact with him as I brushed past him and went upstairs to get undressed.
My first instinct was to take a shower, but I thought that would be a dead giveaway. So I just crawled into the sack and started to go to sleep. George came into the bedroom and sat at the foot of the bed.
"What happened tonight, honey?" he asked, choking on his words. "You said you'd be home by 11:30."
"Oh, me and a few of the girls decided to go to the bar after the concert," I said casually. I was unable to look him in the eye, and I knew my lame alibi was falling flat.
"Why didn't you call, Cassie? I was really worried about you, honey."
"Well, you shouldn't be worried," I said, turning over and brushing my hand lightly through his hair. "We kind of got caught up in our conversation, and by the time I thought to call, I figured you would be in bed already."
I could tell George wasn't buying it, but he said nothing. He just sadly turned away and shut off his lamp.
"Good-night honey," he said softly.
"Good night, George," I answered. "I love you."
George turned to me with tears forming in his eyes. "I love you too, Cassie," he whispered, and my heart melted.
I hated myself. I was such a selfish bitch! I knew George loved me more than anyone ever could - and I'd just betrayed him!
Still, I got a great night's sleep. My body felt absolutely limp after the pummeling Mike had given me. I slept like a baby.
* * *
I didn't wait long to get together with Mike again - we hooked up again Tuesday after work. I called my husband and told him I was going out to the bar, then Mike and I got a room downtown.
That night, Mike introduced me to the pleasures of anal sex. It hurt, but it felt kind of good, too. Afterward, Mike convinced me to smoke a joint for the first time since college. Then we went at it again. Our lovemaking was very intense - I'd forgotten how wonderful sex can be with a good buzz on!
Afterward, we finished the joint and had a long conversation. I told my lover all about George and his submissive nature. Mike seemed to be slightly amused by the whole thing.
"Let me get this straight," he said. "He's got a beautiful woman like you...and he doesn't even WANT to make love to you?"
"No...all he wants is for me to whip and abuse him. That's what gets him off."
"Oh, well," Mike drawled, "his pain - my gain!"
I couldn't help but laugh at that one. We fell into each other's arms, giggling like a couple of kids. And then we fucked again.
After we finished making love for the third time that night, the mixture of exhaustion and marijuana started to take effect. My eyes were starting to get heavy...
* * *
When I woke up and saw that it was 4 in the morning, I knew the jig was up - I was going to have to tell George about Mike now. I knew I had no excuse for staying out this late.
This was my second "night out with the girls" in three days, and I figured George already knew anyway. Ever since my trip to the symphony, he'd been walking around with a sad look on his face, and there hadn't been much conversation between us. In my heart, I knew that he knew.
This time I didn't even bother trying to hurry. I leisurely got dressed, talking to Mike as I put on my clothes.
"I'm trying to figure out a way to tell him, Mike," I said. "This is going to break his heart."
Mike looked at me and smiled. "You see, Cassie? That's why you're so special - after all this, you're still worried about your husband."
"Of course I am," I said. "I love him."
* * *
It was starting to get light out by the time I pulled up in the driveway. I could see that the living room light was still on, and I steeled myself for whatever was about to happen.
I tentatively opened the front door and found George sitting on the recliner. There were tears in his eyes, and he looked like he'd been sleeping in that chair all night.
"I'm sorry, honey," were the first words out of his mouth. "Was it something I did? If so, please tell me - I'll never do it again."
He was so precious! Here I was, the one who'd just betrayed him, and he was apologizing to me! I felt just terrible about what I'd done to my poor, sweet husband.
I sat down on the arm of the chair and wiped the tears from his cheek.
"No, honey, I'm the one who should be sorry," I said, feeling my own tears begin to form. "I never meant to hurt you."
"But...but why?" he asked. "I try so hard to please you. Don't I please you, Cassie?"
I didn't have the heart to remind him that he didn't. But I didn't want there to be any more lies between us, either.
"Honey, you please me in a very special way," I said. "But I told you about my needs before, and we tried to work it out. But it just didn't work out, George. I'm sorry."
"Who is he?"
"He's a guy from work," I said. "A black guy. You don't know him."
We sat there for awhile, saying nothing. Finally, George broke the silence.
I didn't have a ready answer for him. How could I tell him that I wasn't about to give up seeing Mike?
George sensed what I was thinking. "Honey, I want you to tell me right now: is there still room for me in your life?" he sniffled.
"What a question! Of course there's room for you! What kind of a thing is that for you to say?"
"Well, I don't know...are you going to stop seeing this guy?" he asked.
I swallowed hard and looked deep into my husband's eyes. "No," I said, "I don't want to stop seeing him. I don't know what to do, honey. I love you more than anything else in this world. But Mike gives me something that I need, and it's something you can't provide, George. We have to be realistic about it. Do you expect me to go through the rest of my life without sex?"
George bowed his head. "No, I guess not."
"So what's the answer?" I asked. "I don't know. I just know I don't want there to be any more lies."
George looked up at me with those big, brown, submissive eyes. "So...what you're saying is...you want to keep on seeing him?"
He fell to his knees and started sobbing into my lap. "Mistress, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I can't give you what you need. I can't help the way I am. I don't know why I want to be treated like a slave. I don't know why I can't make love like normal. All I know is that I love you very much. You're the person I've been looking for all my life, and I want you to be happy."
"So, what are you saying?" I asked. "Does that mean you accept Mike as my lover?"
George batted his eyes demurely and whispered, "yes, Mistress."
I felt an incredible rush of power sweep through me. If I could convince my husband to accept my screwing around, then he truly WAS my slave!
"Listen, George, I'm getting tired," I said, reaching down and putting a matriarchal hand on his cheek. "I'm going to go to bed. We'll talk about this more in the morning."
I yawned. "Okay, George, come to bed. And if you're good," I added, "I'll let you lick my pussy when I wake up tomorrow."
"Oh, thank you, Mistress!"
His submissive attitude toward the whole thing was really starting to make me feel naughty. I smiled devilishly at my husband.
"So you don't mind, then?" I asked.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, you don't mind licking me...after I've been with Mike? I'm not exactly clean, you know."
George turned red. "No, Mistress, I don't mind," he whispered. I looked down and saw his pecker straining against his pants.
I called Mike the next day and told him what had happened. Of course, he was ecstatic.
"That's great, Cassie!" he said. "I can't believe it - how did you ever convince him to let you continue seeing me?"
"Well, remember, I'm the Mistress of the household, so what I say goes," I told him. "George is really serious about wanting to be my slave. So basically, that means I can do whatever I want."
Mike chuckled. "Boy, aren't you the spoiled little brat!" he joked. "Well, I think you need to be taken down a peg. The next time I see you, I'm gonna turn you over my knee and spank that ass!"
"Promises, promises," I bantered back.
Just then, the front door opened and George entered the room carrying an armful of bags. He was back from his grocery shopping already. I was startled at first - even though I now had carte blanche to openly see Mike, I didn't want to rub my husband's face in the affair. I figured I'd better hang up the phone now that he was home.
"Uh...listen, my husband just got in," I told Mike. "I'll let you go, okay?"
"No, it's not okay," Mike answered in a teasing voice. "Why do you gotta hang up just because he's home? You're the mistress of the household, remember? You can do whatever you want to do! Besides: what if I don't want to hang up with you right now?"
I glanced up at my husband, who was bringing in the second load of grocery bags. "Don't be mean, Michael," I whispered. "The poor thing is already bummed out about this. I don't want to hurt his feelings."
"But he likes having his feelings hurt...doesn't he?" Mike retorted. "I thought he got off on that shit!"
"Well...I don't know," I said. I craned my neck to peek into the kitchen, where George was busy unpacking everything. "I guess he does kind of get off on it. Every time I mention you, his little pecker gets hard!"
"So...he can't get it hard for you - but when you mention me, he gets a boner. What is he, a queer?" Mike joked.
"Mike, you're terrible!" I whispered. "Don't be so mean!"
"Mean?!!? I'm not being mean - I'm just playing along! I've heard of guys like this, Cassie - the meaner you are to them, the more they get off on it! Maybe he'd like it if I came over there and fucked you."
"Over here?!!?" I gasped. "Oh, no, Michael, we could never do that!"
"Don't you think George would get upset?" I asked.
"Sure, he'd probably get upset," Mike laughed. "I'd be upset too, if someone was fucking my wife!"
I giggled and peeked back into the kitchen. George was staring right at me with a sad look on his face. That familiar feeling of evil power began to engulf me, and I leaned back on the couch and began touching myself through my jeans.
"Michael, George is right in the next room, and he can hear everything we're saying," I said loudly. "Do you have a message you'd like to give my sweet slave of a husband?"
Mike laughed. "Sure, Cassie. Tell him I appreciate his being so understanding about our affair."
I called George into the living room and repeated Mike's message: "George, Michael says thank-you for not trying to stop our affair!"
My husband's face turned red - but sure enough, the mini-tent in the front of his pants was starting to grow.
I giggled and told Mike about George's condition. "I think George likes you, Mike," I said. "He's got a cute little boner!"
Mike snickered, then said, "Well, baby, I'm getting a boner myself - and it may be cute, but it sure ain't little!"
"Oh, there's no comparison, believe me!" I said, eyeing my husband's crotch. "George's little two inches just don't measure up!"
I caught eye contact with my husband. He had a glazed look about him, and his face was blotchy and flushed. I knew I must be turning him on something fierce!
Mike's voice broke into my thoughts: "Cassie, I want to see you tonight!" he said. "I've gotta have some more of that sweet pussy!"
An evil thought suddenly occured to me.
"Mike," I drawled, "I know all about the nasty little things you want to do to me. But we have to be polite about it. You have to ask my husband's permission first!"
Mike laughed as he realized the game I was playing. "Sure thing, honey, put him on the phone!" he said.
I handed the reciever to my husband. "It's Michael," I explained. "He wants to talk to you."
George took the phone and studied it apprehensively for a second. Then he put the reciever up to his ear and cleared his throat.
"H-hello?" my husband asked tentatively.
I couldn't hear what was being said on the other end, but my husband's face dropped about a foot. He looked up at me, then turned his head away in shame.
George sat there listening to Mike for a few minutes, then handed the phone back to me.
"Michael, what did you say to my husband?" I asked teasingly.
"Oh, nothing," Mike said casually. "I just said I wanted to thank him for not keeping a beautiful woman like you to himself!"
"Did you get permission to defile me?" I asked, looking at my downtrodden husband with amusement.
"You know I did," Mike answered. "And I plan on defiling your prissy little ass tonight. I'll come pick you up around 8."
* * *
I had George help me get ready for my date with Michael. He shaved my legs for me, then I had him pick out some lingerie for me to wear.
"Mike likes me in black," I hinted as he went upstairs.
After a few minutes, George came down holding my black teddy. I smiled when I saw his choice.
"Good boy! I think Michael will like that one, don't you?" I asked.
"Yes, Mistress," he said sadly.
I snatched the undergarment from my husband's hand and frowned at him. "Oh, George, what are you moping around for?" I asked. "We already agreed on this, didn't we? Don't you want me to be happy?"
"Yes, Mistress, I do...but it makes me sad, too."
"What makes you sad? That I'm going to get my brains fucked out tonight? Don't lie to me, George - it doesn't make you sad, it makes you horny. Doesn't it?"
"Well...yes, Mistress, it does turn me on, sort of."
George averted his eyes. "Yes, it...it does turn me on," he amended his statement.
"Good!" I said. "Because you know what? It turns me on, too! Especially the part where Mike puts his big dick in my pussy. Oh, God, George, you just don't know how good that feels!"
* * *
Mike came by at 8 as promised. I thought he was just going to beep his horn, but to my surprise, he came up to the house.
"I wanted to meet your stud of a husband," he said as I invited him in.
My "stud of a husband" happened to be on his hands and knees, scrubbing the kitchen floor. When I came into the room holding Mike's hand, George looked like he wanted to die. He started to rise from his subservient position, but Mike stopped him.
"Oh, don't get up on my account," he said. "I wouldn't want to interrupt your chores. I know you have so many of them to do!"
George didn't say anything. He just played with the scrub brush and averted his gaze.
Mike chuckled. "Well, George, we've gotta run. I just wanted to stop by and say hi. And I wanted to thank you again for letting me...uh, enjoy Cassie. She's truly a beautiful woman, don't you agree?"
George tried to say something, but the words wouldn't come out. So he just nodded.
Mike turned toward me. "C'mon, Cassie, we're going to be late for dinner."
I took his arm and we started to walk away. Suddenly, Mike stopped and turned back toward my husband.
"Hey, Georgie," he called, pointing to a corner of the floor. "You missed a spot!"
I playfully hit Mike in the arm. "Stop it, Michael!" I said. "You're soooooo mean!"
"That's what you like about me, honey," he joked, then gave me a forceful kiss, right there in front of my husband.
I opened my eyes and looked at George. He looked so pitiful, hunched up on the kitchen floor, holding the scrub brush in his hand.
It made me feel positively wicked!
"Bye-bye, honey," I said sweetly. "You be sure to take care of everything around here. Mike here will take care of everything else!"
With that, Mike and I left for our date.
* * *
So that's what our relationship has come to. I still love my husband very much, but I also enjoy the hell out of abusing him.
I've started bringing Mike home after our dates. Of course, George didn't object, although he was sad at first. I suggested that George come into the room and watch how a "real man" satisfies me, but Mike was uncomfortable about having another guy watch him. So George has to content himself with kneeling outside our bedroom door, listening to our passionate lovemaking. It turns me on so much to know that while Mike's fucking my brains out, my husband is right outside the door waiting to serve us cold drinks in bed when we're finished!
Although Mike constantly teases George about his slave status, he does have a certain measure of respect for him. Mike knows that I still love my husband very much, and he wouldn't do anything to really hurt him.
As for me...well, I'm on the gravy train. I can still have my warm, loving relationship with my husband - but when I need a good, hard fuck, it's only a phone call away.
And, to top it all off, I still get my house cleaned on a daily basis.
Is this a great country, or what?