*****
I’m trembling a little… in fear.
I’m going to tell Richard I’m leaving and I know I need to stay true to that. It’s time.
I’ve been seeing David for nearly eight months. It’s love and I’m sure of that. My heart flutters just thinking about him. Those deep, beautiful eyes and his wicked smile. His delectable body. Defined. Solid. Muscular. When I’m with him I feel… well, just incredible. Feminine. Sensual. Desirable. All the things that Richard used to make me feel, but no longer does.
So after berating myself for my infidelity, then realising that life’s too short to live with the frustration and misery of a dead marriage, I’ve decided I have to confess.
I’m scared of his reaction. There’s probably going to be anger, maybe shouting, a lot of emotional turmoil. But I deserve it. I’ve broken our vows and let another man sweep me off my feet. He’s held me, kissed me, touched me and undressed me. We’ve spent many wonderful hours together. Teasing each other mercilessly, then making love like animals. My pussy quivers and dampens at the thought of his lust. I want to hold that feeling forever.
But the deceit has been horrid. Sneaking out. Making excuses. Hiding my feelings. Trying to stay calm at home in the presence of my husband, even though I’ve been royally fucked all afternoon in a cheap hotel! I’m slightly ashamed. I have a comfortable life. A nice home. Three beautiful children who need me. No, that’s not quite right. They need me AND their father. That’s going to be difficult. But it will be better once he knows. Painful for a while, but in the long term we’ll work it out.
And then I can be with David.
RICHARD
*******
The kids are with their grandparents and I had hoped that tonight might be an opportunity to rekindle something – maybe a little romance? But instead she calls me into the living room and tells me to sit. She’s just standing there, frowning.
“I’m seeing someone else,” she says plainly.
I’m stunned, lost for words. I guess she thinks I’m going to explode but, in truth, there’s been a nagging doubt in the back of my mind for a while now.
Of course I know she isn’t happy. Neither of us are. But I’ve been trying so hard! The stresses of work have taken their toll, along with the pressures of being the sole breadwinner when the kids came into our life. A stream of thoughts crashes through my head – divorce, moving home, money worries, telling my parents – but the biggest fear is immediate: what about the kids? Still young, innocent, unaffected by the horrors of the world and the growing angst between their Mum and Dad.
And I pretty much know who it is. Sandy has lots of male friends. Difficult not to when your daily social contact revolves around kids: school runs, drama classes, sports clubs and endless birthday parties. Lots of attractive single Dads out there, no doubt. But David has always struck me as just a teensy weensy bit more attentive when she’s around him. Her eyes sparkle just for a moment when she sees him at an open evening or school play, and then I see her shut herself down guiltily. If I’m honest I’m not surprised. He’s taller than me, better looking for sure and, of course, a wealthy, available single Dad.
And now it turns out he’s been banging my wife. The fucker.
SANDY
*****
He’s just sitting there, staring at me. His face has dropped and there’s pain in his eyes. Fuck, what have I done! I’d been expecting anger. Some reaction that would allow me to explain, maybe even to justify my adultery. But he’s just looking at me vacantly. Disappointed I suppose. My mind is crying out: please Richard, just react!
Or it really that obvious? Yes, I suppose so. I’ve always been a terrible liar.
“Did you know?” I croak.
“I’m not surprised,” he replies and his voice is tinged with a hint of sadness.
“But I’ve been trying very hard to hold it all together, you know! You want to throw nine years of marriage out of the window?”
Suddenly I’m wracked with guilt. Tears well up and I can feel a sob forming in my chest. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
“It’s David Cramer, isn’t it?” He states, matter-of-factly. My head drops as I nod guiltily.
I drop to my knees and I don’t know why, but I feel a sudden urge to beg.
“I’m sorry,” I blurt out. “It just…happened.”
But it sounds pathetic. An eight month affair doesn’t ‘just happen’.
RICHARD
*******
I want to scream. I want to shout at her. I want to smash something. But I can’t.
She’s an adulterer but she’s still my wife. So beautiful. So vulnerable. The tears forming in her eyes make her even more fragile. As she kneels in front of me apologetically I’m already thinking: do I fight to win her back or should I just let her go? Will she be happier with him?
There’s been a lot of anger in our marriage in recent years. I’ve always been the pessimist. Always looking at worse case scenarios. Wanting to plan for difficulties. Trying to keep us safe and secure. And when the kids came along there were even more worries ahead.
Sandy, on the other hand, remained the optimist. Always cheerful, laughing, making light of the world. Yes, it frustrated me at times, but I loved her for it. Jesus, it’s why I bloody married her in the first place! She made me feel alive! Masculine. Her hero in shining armour. Her safe haven.
But optimism often leads to frivolousness. Her cavalier use of the credit cards grated. And just occasionally I needed to pull on the reins when she wanted to be extravagant. Friction. Anger. Shouting. Endless nights sulking in the spare room. You probably know the story.
It wasn’t a perfect marriage. But it WAS a marriage!
SANDY
*****
I’m on my knees and I can see that he’s angry and lost. I’ve broken his heart. I wish I’d thought this through better. Maybe found another way. I want to explain. Beg for forgiveness. But in my heart I’m not really sorry.
“Please, just say something,” I plead. “I know it’s wrong and I know I should be punished, but…”
“Are you still seeing him,” he says firmly, cutting me off.
“Yes,” I reply meekly, head bowed.
“Then how can you be sorry?” he asks.
“For hurting you.” There’s so much more I want to say but I can’t find the words. I can see the pain behind his eyes and I just feel remorse.
“And you think I should punish you,” he murmurs, a statement more than a question.
I hesitate. Maybe suffering will take this horrible feeling of remorse away. Maybe he’ll feel better too. I’m torn and confused. But I know in my soul that I deserve it.
“Yes,” I whisper and wait.
RICHARD
*******
I’m calmer now. The shock is subsiding, but I’m still angry.
I’m pretty sure I’ve lost her. And David has taken her from me. But I still have her for tonight. She’s hurt me and I want her to feel that too. I want some kind of… I don’t know? Revenge maybe? I lose myself for a moment in lustful thoughts.
“Stand up!” I order. She scrambles to her feet.
“Strip,” I say calmly and firmly. Her eyes widen and she swallows.
“You want me to me to take my clothes off? That wasn’t what I…” she starts, but I’m not tolerating dissent.
“You heard me,” I bark and she flinches. There’s a moment of fear in her eyes. “You want to be punished, so get naked!”
She starts undressing. It isn’t sensual or sexy and I still haven’t decided what I’m going to do, but my cock twitches as she slips off her blouse and skirt. She’s wearing lace underwear.
“Have you worn those with him?” I remark. She hesitates and I think she’s deciding whether to lie, but she simply nods.
“Take them off and give them to me.”
She complies, handing me the panties and bra. She stands naked before me, head bowed, shivering slightly, but not because it’s cold.
I need to decide what I’m going to do to her.
SANDY
*****
I’m trying to contain my fear. I think he’s going to spank me and I wish I hadn’t mentioned being punished, but I effectively asked for it so there’s really no going back. I deserve it anyway. This is my penance.
But there’s something else. A nervous anticipation. A gnawing in my loins. I don’t know why, but I feel a tinge of excitement about what’s to come. I wait patiently for his instructions. I’ve relinquished control. I’m in his hands now.
“Here,” he says, pointing at the floor next to his knees. I kneel again and he grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls me over his knees. My boobs hang free and my nipples brush against his leg, sending a spark of lust down to my pussy. I suddenly realise I’m wet. Jesus, I think I might actually enjoy this!
He stuffs my knickers into my mouth and I catch a pungent whiff. I saw David this afternoon after dropping off the children. We didn’t have sex but he got me excited and wet. I can taste the dampness of my pussy in my knickers. It feels crude and humiliating, but for some reason it stirs something in me.
Richard’s hands are warm when he strokes my back and buttocks. He’s always had smooth hands and delicate fingers that he used to explore my most intimate places. I’m aroused, remembering. But I’m also slightly tense as he runs his hands along my spine down towards my bum.
SMACK!
He hits me, but it’s just a tap. It stings, but only a little. I shudder and my pussy twitches.
SMACK!
Then he hits me harder and I yelp in pain.
RICHARD
*******
It feels good. Cathartic. I’m not a violent man and have never, ever contemplated hitting my wife, but she asked for it and I want her to feel just a little pain and humiliation. Is it revenge? I suppose. I’m slapping her arse, but in my head, I’m punching his face.
Her arse cheeks redden and I slap her harder. A welt forms. I feel a little guilty for marking her but my boner is rock hard in my jeans. I’m going to teach this bitch a lesson, I say to myself, smirking.
SMACK!
“Ow!” A muffled scream through the panties. “That hurts!”
“That’s the idea, slut,” I bark, pulling the panties out of her mouth and dropping them causally on the floor. “You deserve it for spreading your legs and giving it up like a whore. Have there been others? Are the kids even mine?”
I feel her shudder with the shock of the accusation and the implications.
“No, no, just him!” she squeals. “I promise. You’re their Dad. You’ll always be their Dad.”