The limo pulled into the driveway. I kissed Patrice on the forehead, waking her. She opened her eyes and looked at me. I kissed her.

"Baby, we are home. Let's go inside.”

Raul opened the door and helped Patrice step out. She was a little shaky. She must have been drunker than I thought. Raul held her until I was out and took hold of her. I slipped two hundred into his hand and thanked him for driving us. I led Patti into the house. She was not completely awake, so I took her to the bedroom. I removed her shoes and dress, leaving her in her sexy lingerie and stockings. I was horny, having waited to fuck her since the limo ride earlier. 

Patrice moaned as I kissed her nipples through her lace bra. I licked the tops of her breasts and ran my tongue over the pendant lying between them. I moved up and kissed her hard, slipping my hand into her tiny thong and feeling her bare wet pussy.

My finger found Patti’s clit, and she moaned, raising her hips and pressing her pussy into my hand. Her eyes opened with that dreamy look she gets when she is horny as hell and needs to cum. I slipped a finger inside her, and she was hot as a furnace, wet too. Patrice began to whine. “Oh yeah, baby, finger my pussy, make me cum!”

Patrice’s voice was odd, deep, and sexy. I had not heard this tone before. I wondered if that was how she talked to James. I slipped a second finger inside her, and Patti hissed, sucking air through her teeth. “Oh yeah, baby, just like that, finger me well, make me cum.' Once again, the unfamiliar voice. I wondered if her mind was so confused that Patti might think she was with James and not me.

I went with it, finger-fucking Patti vigorously while my palm slapped against her clit. I intended to test my query with her. Leaning down, I kissed her passionately, slipping my tongue into her mouth and engaging in a playful tussle with her tongue. My fingers vigorously fucked her now, and she folded her legs around my hand, trapping my fingers inside her as she gyrated her hips, fucking her pussy on my fingers.

That husky sound came out again, but it was more words this time. “Oh God, baby, fuck me now like you used to!” Patrice pushed me away, scrambled to get her panties off, and rolled on her hands and knees. She lowered her face to the bed covers and wiggled her ass at me. Patti reached back, spreading her cheeks, showing me her wet pussy and pink puckered asshole. She wiggled her ass again. “You remember long ago fucking me the first time over your desk? Do me like that now. Take me hard and fuck me good.”

Patrice was definitely with James in her head. I was not upset or angry. I was excited to please her more than James ever did. When she emerged from her James haze, having experienced pleasure like never before, she would be surprised, embarrassed, and realize it was me, not James, who was now her partner. As odd as it sounds, the thought of being intimate with Patrice while she believed I was James thrilled me. What a surprise she will have when I reveal myself to her.

I spanked Patrice hard on each cheek. Then leaned down and licked up from her clit through her wet slit and teased her asshole. She shook and pushed back on my mouth. Her asshole was pulsing as I licked it. Patrice started moaning, “Fuck me, fuck me,” so I moved up behind her, pushed my hard eight inches deep into her. Patrice gasped as I started to pound her hard like James must have fucked her. I was slamming into her. My hips slapped against her cheeks, making a loud cracking sound.

Patrice began to moan loudly. She suddenly raised her head and gasped, “Oh God, Yes, fuck me hard, Jam," but abruptly stopped and froze. She collapsed to the bed, letting out a wild scream into the bed covers and beating the bed with her fists. As she dropped down, my cock popped out, and I sat back on my heels, watching Patrice as she became completely unglued. My cock was still hard, sticking straight up but wilting.

Shocked, I thought, ‘There she blows…’ Patrice just gave herself away. At that moment, she made the fatal cheater mistake of calling her lover's name as she was in the heat of passion with her true love, me, her husband!

I did not touch Patrice, who was shaking violently. I slipped off the bed and into a robe. I moved to a chair away from the bed and sat looking at her. She slowly stopped shaking and lay still on the bed for quite a long time. I said nothing and did not move. I thought she might have fallen asleep or perhaps fainted.

After thirty minutes, Patrice rolled over and looked around for me. She saw me sitting in the chair, in my men's silk robe, with my legs crossed and my hands folded in my lap, looking back at her.

Sheepishly, Patrice sat up and moved against the headboard, pulling the covers over her naked body. The look on her face was a mix of confusion, lust, fear, anguish, and complete dismay. I showed no expression, which indeed confused her more. She must be wondering why I had not screamed at her, slapped her, dragged her out of the room down the stairs, and thrown her out into the yard naked for all the neighbors to see my cheating wife. Suddenly, tears began rolling down her cheeks, and she covered her face with her hands.

I remained stoic, looking at her and not moving a muscle. I had planned out my reaction so that whenever she finally let her confession out, however it came, I would act the same way, sticking to my plan. I am an attorney, so I have learned the art of emotion-voiding, never showing anything to the opposition. I was playing my part perfectly. I would be one of many to speak; that would be Patrice, or we would sit here all night.

Minutes passed before Patrice stopped crying. She moved her hands away from her face and looked at me. Her expression now reflected complete fear and confusion. Patrice seemed utterly lost.

I shifted and crossed my legs to the other side. My face remained expressionless, and I stared into her eyes. I understood that my lack of reaction made her feel uncertain.

Finally, after almost an hour, my robe was no longer tented, and there was no lustful feeling inside me, just a sadness that we had come to this point.

Patrice reached behind her neck, unfastened the necklace, and lay it on the bed before her. She lowered the covers and removed the anklet, laying it alongside the necklace. Then, she gathered the covers, pulling them to her neck like a shield that would protect her. Patrice spoke, “Terrance, I do not deserve this necklace or any other gift or consideration you have offered me. I am a cheating slut that has defiled our marriage for the past three months. I have no real explanation of how or why I cheated, but I did.”

Well, there it was, ‘The Rest of the Story’ as Paul Harvey would say, right from Patrice’s mouth as she looked into my eyes. That is a true confession. Not all the details yet; they will come out later. But this was a clear admission of her guilt. As the prosecutor, I was satisfied that she had not tried to make light of her actions to deceive me in any way. She just admitted her cheating, and I was proud of her for that. Nothing else needed to be said.

I stood, walked from the room, closed the door, and descended the stairs. I went to the bar, retrieved a bottle of 25-year-old McKellen scotch, and headed to my office. I didn’t need a glass; I was drinking straight from the bottle now. I took a big gulp, feeling the burn sliding down. It made me feel alive. I closed and locked the door. I did not want to deal with Patrice yet, so I sat thinking over the plan I had worked out two days ago. Now that Patrice had confessed, it was time for implementation.

Step one: I texted Trevor.

My text was: “Time to execute, at your discretion, but Mrs. Conley must be contacted by tomorrow night.” It was late, so I knew Trevor would move on this tomorrow and go to Nashville to complete his mission.

No bodily harm would be inflicted on James, but I will make it clear that I would destroy him in every other way if he ever contacted Patrice again. To ensure James' compliance, I will file a lawsuit against him for Alienation of Affection. I will hold it in abeyance to be implemented if he ever violates the written agreement Trevor will present to James in front of his wife tomorrow. James must sign the legal contract, and his wife must be the legal witness. Trevor is a notary and will notarize the documents, providing James and his wife with copies.

I logged into my office portal and printed two copies of my prepared documents. These would put the ‘Fear of God’ into Patrice.

Patrice’s confession was everything. She had come clean. Whether we could survive this debacle or divorce was in the balance. It was no longer my decision. It fell strictly on Patrice’s shoulders.

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We had a fantastic night at the party. Everyone celebrated the brothers' accomplishments, especially Terrance, who deserved it more. He was the leader. All our planning made for a perfect night. Everyone except Terry and me was so happy and having a great time. I was not happy because I knew now that Terrance knew about me cheating on him with James. Terrance because he had to tolerate me all night as if nothing was wrong and we were a forever happy couple, which I was not sure of any longer.

The employees were shocked by the bonuses, gifts, raises, and added vacation. The brothers were equally shocked by their bonuses and everything Terry had planned for the employees. The firm would be on solid footing if the calculations were correct for many years.

Terrance and I danced through the night as if nothing were wrong. We kissed and even slipped off to the men's room so I could give him a blow job, showing him how much I loved him. As we returned to the room, a terrible thought crossed my mind: That might have been the last intimate moment with Terry. Anxiety suddenly gripped me, and regret for my past actions tore into me. I had jeopardized the wonderful new life I had crafted with Terrance for a short, sex-filled affair with James. How did I let that happen?

I held onto Terrance throughout the rest of the night. I drank champagne and tequila, many more shots than usual. As the night ended, in my somewhat wasted state, fear began to creep into my soul. It was after 1:00 a.m. when we thanked the band, tipping them a few thousand dollars. We said our goodbyes and stepped into the limo for the ride home and for what I knew would be my inquisition.

I laid my head on Terry’s shoulder and, with the aid of all the alcohol I had consumed, drifted off to sleep. When we arrived home, I barely remembered Terry waking me and Raul helping me out of the limo. Terrance helped me into the house and to our bedroom.

When Terry began to take off my dress, I suddenly became excited, hoping we might make love, and that the Inquisition might not happen. Terry licked and kissed me, starting to finger me. I felt incredibly aroused as his finger slipped inside me. I drifted into a dream-like state as he pleasured me vigorously, his palm stroking my clit. James always initiated with me in this manner, and it always felt incredible.

Then, a second finger was pushed inside. I closed my eyes, feeling the pleasure I loved. Long fingers pounding my pussy and a palm slapping my hard clit. Memories crept into my head, and I could see James and his fingers working on me. I was riding the two fingers pushing my pussy up against them and climbing the orgasm ladder quickly. I wanted to cum so badly, but I needed to be fucked and fucked now, hard, pounded by this man.

I wanted it, doggy, so I could take all of his cock deep and feel his hips slap against my cheeks as his cock pounded into me. I quickly moved forward, sliding off his fingers, peeling off my lace thong, and rolling onto my hands and knees. I pressed my face into the bed covers and wiggled my ass, begging for a big hard cock to fuck me. I reached back and spread my cheeks, issuing an open invitation to use either hole.

I was so overtaken by lust that my head was scrambled. I could see James the first time we made love. I moaned aloud, “Do you remember the first time we fucked over your desk? Please, do it like that now. Take me fuck me like you did that day.”

I felt hands on my cheeks rubbing them, then a solid spank, then another. Then my man slipped his long hot wet tongue up through my cheeks, teasing my clit, slithering through my flaring lips over my taint, and rimming my pulsing asshole. Oh my God, I was ready to explode.

Then a hard cock pushed into my hot pussy, and God, it was big and felt so good. My man began to pound me hard, extremely hard, relentlessly driving deep into me. It felt glorious, and I was edging so close I started to shake and was delirious with lust. I suddenly moaned out, “Oh God, yes, fuck me hard, Jam…"

I froze! WHAT? What had I just said? Had I uttered James' name before I stopped? OH NO. I had. I stopped before my senses took over and got his name all out. I realized I was with Terrance and not in my fantasy with James! It was Terrance fucking me hard, not James. It felt the same as it did when James fucked me, and that confused me. I collapsed on the bed and screamed and pounded the bed as my body shook in despair. I had called out James' name as Terrance fucked me. How could I?

I lay there shaking uncontrollably, afraid of what would happen. Fear consumed me. I was so ashamed and knew that Terrance would be done with me now that he knew for sure. Then I thought, where is Terrance? I was afraid to look for him, so I lay there for a long time, not knowing what to do or say; I had no idea.

Terrance had said or done nothing. Was he even still in the room? Finally, I rolled over and saw him sitting in the armchair across the room. He was in his silk robe, legs crossed, hands in his lap, staring at me with no expression.

I sat up and moved against the headboard. As I looked at Terrance, I felt ashamed and hopeless. Fear wrapped around me, so I pulled the covers up for security. Why, I don’t know, but I felt safer.

Then, a wave of complete disgust washed over me. I had never experienced anything like it. I felt worthless, no longer even human. I had tarnished my marriage and betrayed my dear husband. I no longer felt deserving of him or the love, care, or gifts he had bestowed upon me.

I removed the necklace and anklet, laid them on the bed, covered myself, and looked at Terrance. I told him I no longer deserved him or any of the love and devotion he had for me. I also did not deserve any of the beautiful gifts I had received and was giving them back. Terrance did nothing, so I continued confessing to my affair with James, telling him I was not worthy of his love.

Once I had finished, I had no idea what would happen or what I should do. I thought Terrance would have thrown me out in the yard naked for everyone to see his cheating wife. But no, Terrance stood and walked out of the room, closing the door. He said nothing.

I had a sudden feeling of dread spread over me. I had destroyed the love of my life, and I was lost. I rolled over on the bed and sobbed.

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It was hard to reason through what had happened over the past three days and even harder to reason how Patrice had cheated on me with James Conley for three months, and I never knew or even suspected anything.

So here I am, knowing what happened but needing to understand why. I opened my computer, then the folder containing Trevor’s written report and the recorded file. I read the report for the fourth time. Then, I listened to the live recording of James Conley's confession that he had a short affair with Patrice. James provided the history of his relationship with Patrice from high school and how the affair happened, which Trevor had recorded three nights ago at the hotel.

Trevor's written report explained that when he knocked on the door of room 625, only minutes after he had seen Patrice exit the elevator, James pulled open the door with a big smile. It was as if he was expecting Patrice to have changed her mind and return to him. He was wrong. Instead, he was staring at a large man pointing a gun at him. Trevor walked James backward into the room and seated him in a chair in the middle of the room. He cuffed James’ wrists to the arms of the chair. Trevor placed a tape recorder on the coffee table and sat down.

Trevor pressed the record button to capture the conversation:

Trevor started, “Mr. Grace, I am sitting with Mr. James Conley. He is extremely nervous. Fear is clearly showing on his face. I think he may have wet his shorts. His bare feet are dancing on the carpet. At your request, I am interviewing Mr. Conley regarding his possible affair with Mrs. Patrice Grace.

Mr. Conley, I need your undivided attention for a few minutes. If you cooperate, no harm will come to you here tonight. Please answer a few questions about Patrice Grace, your relationship with her, and your history. Do you understand?

Mr. Conley nodded his head. ‘No, Mr. Conley, I need you to say the words so the recorder can hear them.’”  

“Yes, I understand,” James said.

“Now, Mr. Conley, please tell Mr. Grace about your relationship with Mrs. Grace from the first time you were together,” Trevor instructed.

For the next hour, James talked nonstop, telling how he seduced Patrice when she was in high school and how she fucked him in his office a few times a week.

“God, I loved fucking Patrice. She was so full of sexual energy, and Jesus, her body and pussy were amazing. She was an incredible fuck. I was obsessed with her and didn’t date other women those years. I fell in love with her and always wanted to be with her. When she went to college, Patrice was very sexually active with many college guys. When Patrice came home on the weekends or vacation, we fucked a lot. Sometimes, I would go to university, and we would slip into her sorority house. We fuck the whole weekend, and I even fucked some of the other girls too. I knew I was in love with her, but she was not in love with me. That hurt me, but I understood she was much younger and unprepared for a real relationship.

After college, Patrice dated around. Then, Patrice met Terrance, and we stopped seeing each other. I knew she loved him and had to let her go even though I loved her. It was hard. I had regrets for a few years but decided to clear her out of my life and move on. I met my wife, and we fell in love, but sometimes, I still yearned for Patrice. We married and had two baby girls, and I love them all. My focus was on my job and my family. Patrice was almost forgotten.

Then, about six months ago, I was invited to join a website called Classmates. I joined, thinking that seeing what some of my old students were doing now would be fun. Scrolling through the website, I saw Patrice’s picture and profile. My heart fluttered as I read about her. I decided I was happy now, and it seemed Patrice was too. So, the past was the past. We have different lives now.

A week passed, and I thought about Patrice a lot, so I messaged her. There was no response. I tried to let it go, but my desire to chat and talk with her grew over the next few weeks. I messaged Patrice several times, but she has yet to answer me. I gave up. Then, one day, several weeks later, I got a text from Patrice. And that is how it started. After that, I messaged Patrice, and she answered me. It was just reminiscing about people we knew and her marriage to Terrance, me, and my family.

A few months later, my job changed, and I started coming to Atlanta for business. On my third visit, I invited Patrice to dinner. She declined but reluctantly agreed to meet in my room after my insistence. I wanted to talk with her. I suggested ordering room service, and we could catch up over dinner. However, once we were together in the same room, sparks flew. Despite the years apart, things did not unfold as planned. That evening, dinner was forgotten. Our clothes were shed, and we found ourselves quickly in bed, fucking like animals like we did before. It was extraordinary, surpassing my memories. Once more, I became enamored with Patrice’s incredible body and how wonderful it was fucking her again. Once we started, I craved her and wanted her again and again.

It seemed mutual. For some reason, Patrice had always loved the way I fucked her and couldn't get enough of me. We fucked until we collapsed three times that night. But once we finished, the magic faded. Patrice confessed her deep love for Terrance and her betrayal. Tears streamed down her face as guilt consumed her, realizing the risk to her relationship with Terrance if he found out. She vowed to end our affair, fearing the consequences. We both agreed to avoid each other, which lasted only two weeks. When I returned to town, we reunited in passion, intense and unrestrained fucking each other for several hours. This pattern continued for five more nights over three months. Each time, Patrice's guilt grew stronger. I knew our secret affair had to end soon. Though reluctant to end it and give Patrice up again, I couldn't jeopardize Patrice's marriage to Terrance or my marriage.

Tonight was just a meeting to end our relationship forever. I arranged to change my sales territory to Dallas, so my last trip to Atlanta was tonight. Our meeting tonight was just a goodbye, nothing more," James admitted.

“So, Mr. Conley, you are married to a beautiful young wife with two little girls at home, correct?” Trevor asked.

“Yes!” James said.

“So why are you here having an affair with Mrs. Grace when you have a family at home?” Trevor asked.

Halted, Mr. Conley spoke. “I have always loved Patrice, even after I married and had babies. I thought of her often, wondering if she was happy. I also thought about what it would have been like to be married to her. It has been years, but I could never get her out of my mind. So, when we reconnected, I thought fate had brought us back together and could not resist Patrice. It seemed to be the same for her. We had this latent desire for each other, and once it started, we could not stop it.

I knew Patrice struggled the last week we were together, and we needed to end it. I arranged to change sales territories. When I contacted Patrice about tonight, she was adamant about nothing happening. We were meeting to say goodbye forever. I never told Patrice I was not coming to Atlanta anymore. I let her think she was the one who stopped it. That was for the best.

Sir, I never wanted to damage Patrice and Terrance’s marriage or mine, but there is some sexual magnetism between Patrice and me that cannot be denied when we are alone together. I am sorry that it has come to this point. What is going to happen now?” James asked.

“My clear advice for you, James Conley, is to pack your things and leave this hotel tonight. You must erase Patrice Grace from your phone and email and get off the Classmate website. Never make any contact with her again. I am instructing you to go home and tell your wife what you have done and beg for her forgiveness. I do not know what Mr. Grace will do, but he is a powerful lawyer who could destroy your life. Will you do as I suggested?” Trevor asked.

“Yes, I will be gone within the hour and never contact Patrice again. I will have to find a way to tell my wife it will take me a few days," James said.

“Mr. Conley, you do not have a few days. You will tell your wife immediately when you arrive home. You must confirm with me by noon tomorrow that you have told her, or a plan will go into motion, and you will not like the outcome, so tell your wife immediately.  Here is my card.” Trevor said.

The recording ended.

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I now knew the story from James’s and Patrice’s perspectives. But I needed more from Patrice. I needed to understand WHY she would allow herself to do this to us. Then, I could make my decisions about Patrice and my future.

I opened my computer and pulled up the letter I had written to Patrice. I read through it, and tears ran down my cheeks. This was a difficult letter to write and even harder to read. I made a few changes. I knew these words would most likely devastate Patrice. They were meant to hurt her as she has hurt me, making her consider what she has done from my perspective. I knew it would escalate her fear to a level she may never have experienced or expected. It was deserved.

My Dear Patrice,

You are the love of my life. I loved you more than anything until two days ago when I saw you enter the elevator at the Marriott Hotel and stop on the sixth floor. At that moment, I wondered if all that I had worked for, all the long hours and sacrifices I had made trying to build a wonderful life for us, was wasted on a woman who didn’t love me but loved another man.

Can you even imagine the crippling pain that you have inflicted on me? I doubt you can. Well, let me say that there can be nothing more devastating than to learn that the woman you love with every fiber of your body is in the bed of another man, even worse, a lover from her past. Someone that she had feelings for before we met and now was willing to betray me to be with him.

Patrice, I do not know how I feel about you and our marriage. I know I should kick you out, divorce you, and leave you to wallow in your pain if you have any. Maybe your lover will leave his wife and two little girls so you can live happily together. Somehow, I don't think that will happen.

You see, there has been a conversation with Mr. Conley where he explains that he has been in love with you since the first time he fucked you, but he knew you were never in love with him. You just liked the way he fucked you. He loves his wife and will fight to keep her, but he will never see you again. 

James also knows that you love me and could never love him, so Patrice, it leaves you outside looking in. James Conley doesn’t want you, Patrice. He has a wife and two beautiful young girls. At this moment, Patrice, I am not sure I want you anymore. So, when I divorce and leave you with nothing but a reputation of a home-wrecking cheater, a slut that will betray her husband for sex. What do you think your life will be like then?

We had it all. The boys and I made something happen that will set us up forever. You have ruined everything, and I thought you were my angel. Now I see you for what you are. You would sacrifice our future for someone who will never be yours. How foolish can you be?

My God, how could I be so blind? I was so focused on building an incredible life for us that I could not see you, the woman I married, as you are now. Thank God we did not have babies. I cannot imagine you being their mother. What a horrible example you would have set for them.

So, this is how things are now.

You are sitting on a razor's edge. If you make one wrong statement, lie, or move, you will fall off on the wrong side and be lost to me forever. There is only one way I see that you can survive this debacle you have created, but only if you agree to do precisely what I tell you. If you do not, I will divorce you, leaving you with nothing, no money, no family, no place to live, FUCKING NOTHING!!!

Once you read this letter, find me, and we will talk. You have one chance to tell me about everything, and I will reveal my requirements for our future together. Any variance in this, and I will divorce you, period!

Your Loving Husband,

Terrance

I reread the letter several times, folded it, and slipped it into the envelope. I walked to the door and slipped it under the door out into the hall. I texted Patrice.

My text: “Patrice, there is a letter to you in the hall. Please read it.”

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I was still huddled in bed, holding the covers up around me, shivering in deep distress, not knowing what would happen next. It had been a long while since Terrance had left the room, and I was petrified to see him again.

My phone is dinged. It was a text from Terrance.

I feared looking at it, not knowing what would happen next. My life and our future lay in the balance, depending on Terrance’s decision regarding my betrayal. I knew I didn’t deserve forgiveness, love, or anything. I had betrayed him, letting my immature desire for my ex-lover take over for seven nights out of the many nights ahead for Terry and me.

How stupid, how mindless, how disgusting I was. Terrance deserved more, a better woman, a pure, unblemished wife, not me. I should leave and let him divorce me, taking nothing with me and slink off somewhere no one knows me and start again.

I was shaking as I looked at my phone, reading the text:

Terrance’s text: “Patrice, there is a letter for you on the hall floor outside my office. Please read it.”

Oh God, Terrance has written me a letter. That cannot be good—no, not good at all!

I slipped out of bed and into a robe. I walked downstairs to Terry’s office. On the hall floor, there was an envelope. I picked it up and ran back to the bedroom, closing the door, jumping back into bed, and covering myself again.

I laid the envelope on the bed in front of me, looking at it. I was afraid to open it. I finally took a deep breath and tore it open. Something fell out in the sheets. I looked down and could not breathe. Terrance’s wedding ring was lying between the wrinkles.

I screamed, “OH GOD, NOOOOOO!” and sobbed again.

What did that mean? Was he divorcing me? Oh, God, what a fool I was. I swallowed hard, unfolded the letter, and read:

My Dear Patrice,

You are the love of my life. I loved you more than anyone or anything until two days ago when I saw you enter the elevator at the Marriott Hotel and stop on the sixth floor. At that moment, I wondered if all that I had worked for, all the long hours and sacrifices I had put in to build a wonderful life for us, were wasted on a woman who didn’t love me but loved another...

My hands started shaking, and I dropped the letter, unable to read further. I fell over on the bed, picking up his ring and squeezing it in my hands. I sobbed, covering my head with the sheets. Oh God, my life was over. I had defiled our marriage, and Terrance was kicking me out!

I lay there for a long-time sobbing, completely lost as to what to do now.

My phone buzzed; it was a text. I finally gathered myself and sat up, looking at my phone. The text was from Terrance.

Terrance’s text: “Patrice, have you read the letter? We need to talk NOW. Come down to the kitchen! Bring the letter and all the jewelry.”

I quickly picked up the letter and read it through. I had hurt Terance badly. I was a lousy wife and an even worse person. I read it a second time. Oh my, there seemed to be some hope; maybe I had a chance.

I quickly dressed in shorts and a T-shirt. I gathered everything, including Terrance’s ring, and went to the kitchen.

Terrance was sitting at his place at the head of the table. There were two glasses, one in front of Terrance and one at the other end of the table. Not where I usually sit beside Terry, but rather at the opposite end of the table. They were each half full of Jordon Cab. There were papers lying face down at each of our places. Seeing them scared me. Terrance was an excellent lawyer, and the papers were all legal. I wondered what they were, but I knew whatever they were, I was not going to like what was written on them.

I placed the necklace, anklet, and Terrance’s ring on the table.

I sat down and looked at the clock. It was 4:18 a.m., the middle of the night.

This was, possibly, the last night of my marriage to Terrance.

I bit my lip, trying not to cry, as a cloak of sadness wrapped around me, forcing tears out and rolling down my cheeks.

There was a box of tissues before me.

I dried my eyes and looked at Terry.

He was stone-faced, with no expression, and had dead eyes. He was in lawyer mode, not expressing his feelings emotionally, which sent a shiver up my spine.

I waited. Terrance had called me here, so he had to start.

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I looked across the table at Patrice, the love of my life and my cheating wife. Never in a million years did I think those words would be used to describe her, but that is precisely what she was. She was looking down at the papers on the table.

“So, my cheating wife, what say you?” I said, using legal jargon.

Patrice raised her head and looked at me. She appeared pitiful, defeated, and utterly lost, resembling a mangy dog drenched to the bone, homeless, and starving.

It hurt me badly to see Patrice like this. Part of me wanted to jump up, pull her to me, and hold her, making this situation disappear. But that was not happening. Patrice needed to understand real pain and make amends for her actions. James would also be making amends for his actions. Trevor was taking care of that.

“I don’t know what to say, Terry. I have told you what happened, and you know James’s version. They are the same from two different sides. I do not and never have loved James. He was my sex teacher and taught me well. I cannot explain the pull, infatuation, animal magnetism, or whatever it is that pulled me back into his web. It was never supposed to happen. We were meeting to reminisce about old times, and that was supposed to be all.” Patrice said.

“Well, Patrice, you did some serious sexual reminiscing on those nights, remembering how you used to be two fucked each other and how you loved it back then and now too. You were so into James that you thought I was him last night. So, indeed, Patrice, you and James did some serious sexual reminiscing, doing things I don’t believe you can mention on their website.

Patrice, it is time to get serious now. You have betrayed me in almost every way you could, stealing the love I have given you and throwing it away. You gave your body and mind to another man, which you vowed would always be mine. You have destroyed all my trust in you, something I do not know how to restore. You have left me in a quandary and put yourself in severe jeopardy. Patrice, my single question is WHY?” I asked.

I sat quietly, waiting. I had to hear Patrice’s ‘WHY’ if she had one.

“Terrance, I do not have an answer to that question. I have asked myself that question ever since the first time James and I were together again. I have no ‘WHY’ other than raw sex. That is a feeble reason, but it is my only one. It was certainly nothing you did or didn’t do. It was not love. Maybe an infatuation was mixed in. I will say that the sex was incredible like I remembered it to be on that first late afternoon in James' office. Hot, raw, hard-driving, relentless fucking. There was no lovemaking. Nothing can compare to the love you make with me, which is always so beautiful.

James was a good fucker nit lover. His cock is his only charm. His fucking was different and brought back memories of my youth. There was never love, just intense intimacy. Something I didn’t know I missed until James fucked me like that again. But once we resumed, I craved it and needed it again and again. Terry, I knew it was wrong and that I had to stop it, or one day we would end up sitting here just like we are now, in total desperation.”

Patrice stopped and took a sip of her wine. She did not look at me but the ten pages on the table.

“Terrance, I have nothing more I can add. I have made a terrible mistake and made a mess of our lives. I am so sorry and desperate, and I do not know how to fix this or if it is even fixable. That is up to you. I love you with all my heart and soul; nothing will change that. I can swear that nothing like this will ever happen again. James is permanently out of my life. Please let me show you that I will be your loyal, faithful wife from now on. Please!” Patrice pleaded.

Patrice was begging me now. I decided to keep her, and there would be no divorce. But before she learns we are staying together; Patrice must know I'm serious about her betrayal and will not tolerate another misstep. The papers on the table will do the trick, scaring her and making her fear for our life together.

Patrice asked, “Terrance, what are these papers?” Pointed to the stack.

“Patrice, you need to look at them in order. Look at the top three pages first, but do not look at any others until I tell you," I stated.

Patrice turned over the first three pages and gasped, “Oh, my God!” Her eyes shot up, looking at me, not believing what she held in her hands.

Tears began to roll down her cheeks, and she dropped the papers, covering her face, sobbing. Patrice had just seen my petition, ‘COMPLAINT FOR DIVORCE WITHOUT MINOR CHILDREN.’ It was filled out, dated, and signed by me. It required Patrice’s signature and a notary seal, and we would be divorced in ninety days.

If Patrice wanted that, I would allow her to leave our marriage and be fair with her financially. In the complaint, the settlement was fair. I would buy her out of our house, split our assets 50/50, and she would walk away. She would get no part of the law practice. That was the second set of documents, a legal release issued by Patrice withdrawing any claim for ownership or any financial settlement involving the law practice now and forever.

If she rejected the divorce petition and wanted to remain married, the third set of documents would come into play. A Postnuptial Agreement that would protect the law firm and my personal financial status from being pillaged if Patrice ever cheated again or desired a divorce at any time in the future.

As outlined in the Postnuptial Agreement, if ever activated, Patrice will leave our marriage with $100,000, her car, clothes, any items she desires from the house, and memories of our life together, but nothing more, no alimony, no maintenance, no nothing! Patrice will also waive her motherly rights to our children. I would gain full custody and control over them. Patrice would have scheduled visitation rights as she must be part of our children's lives. That is all, and we will be through forever.

“Patrice, stop crying. You must have expected this. You mentioned we might be done. So, now you know I'm contemplating that option, but I still need to decide. Now, look at the second set of documents.”

Patrice dried her eyes and picked up the second set of four pages.

“Patrice, this is a security agreement protecting the law firm from any claim by you now or in the future should we divorce for any reason instituted by you. If you cheat, if you make my life miserable, if you mistreat our children, or if you do anything I deem as cruel or unusual that causes me to divorce you, you will have no claim against the law firm, me, or the partners. On the other hand, if I do any of the same to you and you feel it necessary to divorce me, I will negotiate a settlement with you. But only if it is a valid claim.” I explained.

Patrice looked stunned. It finally hit her that her affair with James may have permanently damaged our relationship beyond repair. I knew that was not true, but she didn’t know that.

“Patrice, look at the third set of papers. This is a Postnuptial Agreement that you will sign today. It will only be activated and put in force if I divorce you in the future after the current issue is resolved.

Patrice, you need to read through these documents. If you want a divorce, the terms are spelled out, and there will be no negotiation. Just sign the agreement, and I will have it processed immediately. You will be a free woman in ninety days.

You must sign both documents today if you do not want a divorce. If you wish to seek legal assistance, any partner will help you by providing unbiased advice. This is our problem, so the boys are not taking sides. They are each aware of what has happened.

Patrice, you may have ascertained from how I have presented these documents to you that I do not want a divorce. Patrice, I love you and hate you at the same time, and I do not understand how you could have done this to us without any thought of the pain and anguish you have put me through. What if this had become known during the merger negotiations and disrupted my thinking and leadership? You could have destroyed the whole deal, and we would have ended up with nothing. All our time and expense would have been wasted. We would all still be struggling along.

Patrice, I know that thought never entered your mind as you were lying on your back with James’ cock plowing your pussy, and you withered under James' expert fucking. No, your selfish, slut self didn’t give a damn about anything except you wanted James to fuck you regardless of the God Damned cost!”

I stopped. Patrice was almost catatonic, not knowing what to think, say or do. Suddenly, she bolted up from her chair, screamed, “Oh My God, What Have I Done!” and ran from the room.

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I ran down the hall to the guest suite, slammed the door, locked it, fell on the bed, and sobbed.

I was utterly lost. I had destroyed my marriage for what, a few months of great sex with my old lover.

I lay there thinking how stupid I was to let James back into my life, risking the possible sacrifice of everything I had worked for with Terry and the boys. God, what an idiot I was. Now, I have to find a way to repair what was never broken and was so beautiful but not anymore. God, I messed it all up.

There was one bright spot so far that I could build on. Terrance did not give up on me and filed for divorce, at least not yet. There was still a chance. I needed to be truthful to myself and my family, never wavering or taking the wrong tack. Only then can we have smooth sailing into the future.

But, I had to weather the current storm and accept my punishment willingly. I had to be genuinely ashamed and remorseful for what I had done. I did feel that way, but how did I show that to Terrance?

I vowed never to utter James’s name again. I decided that whatever Terrance and Trevor had planned for James was OK. I would not care about him or his family. I had my own family to focus on, and that is where 100% of my interest must lie.

I lay on the bed, trying to gather myself to act like an adult and figure out how to move forward with Terrance. I knew I had much work to do to regain Terrance's trust. I was unsure how to do that, but I had to figure it out.

I went to the bathroom, washed my face, and looked at myself in the mirror. Tears began to fall, dripping from my cheeks.  I rubbed them away and rewashed my face. I said to the face in the mirror, “Patrice, be strong or walk away. Those are your choices. What do you want.”

I walked back to the kitchen. I stopped beside Terrance and looked down at him. My heart was pounding. “Terrance. I love you and do not want a divorce. I know it will take great effort for you to trust me again, but I am willing to do whatever is necessary to win you back.  I will sign any papers you need so we can move on and reestablish our wonderful life together. That is all I have to say!”

I returned to my chair, sat down, and swallowed the remaining wine in my glass. There was a pen on the table. I took it and signed the second and third documents. I laid the pen down and tore the divorce complaint into eight pieces. I looked at Terrance. I saw a slight twinkle in his eyes for the first time in many hours.    

I stood and let my robe drop to the floor. I picked up Terrance’s ring, walked to him, took his left hand in mine, and slipped the ring back on his finger. “This ring will never leave your finger again, you understand!” I said.

Then, I kneeled beside his chair, looking up into his eyes. I recited my marriage vows to him again. I vowed never to mention James's name again and reiterated that I would never cheat again.

Terry was looking down at me. He smiled and turned his chair toward me. “I accept your vow and commitment; now, pay homage to me!”

Terry slipped his robe off and spread open his legs. Right before me, I saw his semi-hard cock lying against his right thigh. I looked up and smiled. I leaned over and took his hardening cock in my mouth. Two quick bobs, taking him deeper each time, and Terry was as hard as a stone. I sucked him until he was edging so hard that he could pop any second. I pulled off him with a loud pop and quickly straddled his hips. I looked down at him and lowered my hot, wet, horny pussy onto his stiff cock.

When I was seated on his lap with his beautiful cock buried in my pussy to the hilt. I kissed him hard, pushing my tongue in his mouth. I slowly began to ride his cock, bouncing up and down on him, fucking him harder with each stroke. I could hear our skin slapping together with each down stroke. It was so hot, and I was so wet that his cock glided into me. In and out, in and out.

Terrance began to worship my breasts and chew my nipples. That made me groan as I fucked him hard, bouncing faster and faster. I was on fucking fire, making myself have these little cum’s on every two or three strokes. I was breathing hard now and needed to cum hard soon.

Suddenly, Terrance wrapped his arms around me and stood up. He turned and swept all the papers off the table. He lay me down, looking me deep in the eyes. He asked me, “Patrice, what do you want? This is the last time you can utter James's name, so tell me what you want.”    

I looked at him surprised, but I knew what I wanted, the man from last night that fucked me like James. So, I said, “Terrance, fuck me like the man last night, fuck me like James, own me from this day forward fuck me make love to me, or do with me as you, please. But right now, just plain fuck James out of me!”

Terrance pounded my pussy so hard we moved the table across the room. Then he flipped me on my front and fucked my ass forever, it seemed, not cumming once though I had cum too many times to count.

Finally, Terry picked me up, carried me up the steps like Hercules, and placed me on my hands and knees on our bed. Terrance was a wild man now. He fucked both my two holes until I was exhausted. Then he flipped me over and moved up over me, laying his cock between my breasts, wrapping his cock in them, playing with my nipples, and fucking my sweaty boobs. I held my breasts together as he fucked me. I licked his cockhead on every stroke. Then I released my hands and stroked his cock, slipping it deep in my mouth, letting Terry have my mouth and throat. I squeezed his balls and played with his asshole. When the time was right, I wet my finger and pushed it deep into his ass, pressing on his prostate.

A mighty groan came out, and a hard thrust pushed his cock deep into my throat. A sudden gushing of his hot cum seared my throat as it jetted deep into my belly. Terry fucked my mouth as I squeezed his balls and fingered his asshole. He started shaking as his body seized, having an incredible orgasm like I had never seen before.

Terry collapsed down on me, and I pulled him to me. We kissed, and I let him taste himself on my tongue. We moaned together as we held each other, gasping for air.

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I sat waiting for Patrice.

She came back into the room and walked up beside me. She looked down, and I saw she looked different. She told me she loved me and did not want a divorce. She told me she would do anything to gain my trust again.     

Patrice walked back to her seat and gulped down her wine. She looked at me, picked up the pen, and signed the two documents. She put the pen down and smiled, then tore the divorce complaint into many pieces. Patrice didn’t want a divorce; that was clear.

Patrice stood, letting her robe slide off, uncovering her exquisite body. My God, she was so beautiful. I could never let her go.   

She picked up my ring and sashayed around the table, stopping beside me. Patrice smiled at me, took my left hand in hers, and slipped my ring back on my finger, letting it settle in the mark where it had laid since our wedding day. “Terrance, this ring will never leave your finger again, you understand!” Patrice stated.

I looked up at her and nodded, liking how she took control and was so matter-of-fact on this point.

Still holding my hand, Patrice slipped to the floor on her knees. She shocked me as she recited her wedding vows to me. She also vowed never to repeat James' name again and that she would never cheat on me again. It was very surreal to me.  

I looked at her and felt strange. My heart was whole again, knowing Patrice knew she had messed up and was committed to making things right again. I also felt empowered and horny. I wanted her very badly right then. The look in her eyes was wanton, so I made a move, turning my chair toward her.

Patrice smiled at me. I spread my thighs, and my robe fell away. My cock was growing hard, lying on my thigh. Patrice was chewing her lip and looking at my cock. She looked at me again, and I said, “I accept your vow and commitment; now, pay homage to me!”

Patrice got the message and quickly leaned in, taking my cock in her mouth. She sucked me hard in seconds, and I would have cum almost instantly, but she had other ideas. She stood straddled me and impaled her pussy on my raging cock. She kissed me hard and fucked me like never before. She was bouncing up and down on me. Patrice started cumming again and again, almost continually.

Patrice needed to be mine again, so I needed to fuck her like James had fucked her. I kissed her, pulled her to me, and stood; I cleared the table and laid her there. I pounded her pussy like no tomorrow pushing the table across the room. It was incredible. We had never fucked like this before. I now understand then why Patrice had fucked James again. She needed the animal lust we were experiencing. The same feelings James had given her, but now it was me and will be me forever more.

Patrice began shaking as she was cumming over and over. I flipped her onto her belly and pounded her pussy even harder. She moaned loudly, begging me to fuck her.  I needed better stability, so I swept Patrice into my arms, carried her to our bedroom, and placed her on our king bed on her hands and knees. I pushed her head down to the bed and moved behind her. I licked her crack and fucked her hard for almost an hour, using both her holes. My cock was so hard I was amazed that I did not cum. I was on a mission to own Patrice, showing her, I was all she ever needed.

Patrice was cumming so many times she finally collapsed, and I flipped her on her back. I moved up, laying my raging cock between her breasts fucking them as she pressed them together. Patrice licked my cockhead as I fucked her boobs. She looked into my eyes, teasing my cockhead, and playing with my balls. Then she let her breasts go and took me in her mouth. I moved forward, pushing deep into Patrice’s throat, and began fucking her mouth.   

I was manic now, plowing her mouth, needing to cum badly. Patrice was playing with my balls when she slipped a finger between my cheeks and into my asshole. I balked at first. Patrice had never done this before, and no one had ever played with my ass. But I was so into fucking her face I didn’t care.

Patrice pushed me back and gasped, "Cum for me, baby, give me your hot cream cum!” then gobbled my cock down again as I went deep into her throat. I held onto the headboard and fucked her mouth. Patrice took all of me down her throat like a champion.  I looked at her, the lust in her eyes was overwhelming, and I moaned, “I am going to cum, baby.”

Patrice gripped my cock with one hand, stroking me as her tongue danced along my cock. The sensation was overwhelming. When she pushed her other fingers up my ass, fucking my back hole, I fucking exploded. My balls tightened, and I slipped a gallon of cum down her throat.

Patrice swallowed it all, and I fell over onto the bed. She rolled to me, and we held each other, panting, trying to recover. Our sweaty bodies pressed together, and we kissed. I knew then that life would move on, and we would be together forever.  We finally drifted off to sleep.   

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Trevor knocked on the Conley’s door at 8:30 p.m. Monday. James answered the door with a shocked look on his face. Trevor entered and met Caroline Conley. James had told Caroline of his infidelity. Though surprised, Caroline quickly understood why Trevor was there. They sat, and Trevor presented them with the contract Terrance Grace had drafted and explained the situation. The contract was quickly read and signed by both James and Caroline and then notarized by Trevor. Trevor quickly departed. The whole meeting lasted less than fifteen minutes.

Trevor called Terrance, confirming the transaction, and flew home.

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That Monday night, I came home and kissed my bride. Without a word, I led Patrice to our bedroom and stripped her naked. I took out the necklace and fastened it around her neck. I kneeled and placed the anklet on the right ankle. I scanned up at her naked body and buried his face between her legs, licking her from ass across her pussy to her clit. Then giving her pussy, a lust-filled kiss.  

I stood, took Patrice in my arms, and kissed her mouth hard. “Patrice, you are mine, and I am yours forever!”

They made love all night and fucked like animals most nights after that. Life was good again!

 Fin

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