I lay on the floor sobbing. God, Albert knows! But how did he know? Who else knew? Oh God, I have fucked up so badly. I have destroyed my life. I have betrayed my loving husband and children. How could I be so selfish and deceitful? There is no way I can survive this.
Albert had berated me and called me Thom's whore. He was right. I am Thom's whore, sucking and fucking him whenever he wants me. I always let him initiate things, but I never did. But anytime he wanted me, he got me. I never turned him down. Yes, I am his whore.
Sandy was standing at the door, watching me sobbing on the floor. She said nothing, and her look was one of disgust. She turned and walked away. I finally got up and sat on the sofa. It was after midnight, and I was quickly crashing.
Stacy appeared at the door with two glasses of wine. "Edna, come with me. We need to talk."
I walked to Stacy, and she handed me a glass of wine. She led me to her suite on the other side of the house, and I sat on the small loveseat and took a big gulp of wine.
"Edna, you are in big trouble here. Al loves you, but you may have made it impossible for him to keep you as his wife. From my estimation, you have been fucking around for almost a year now. I have seen your nasty panties every week, and they always seem to be after those nights you come home late. Edna, you are fucking someone at work, aren't you?"
Sandy looked at me shaking her head. Then she lit into me. "I can't believe you would forsake your beautiful children and a wonderful man like Albert. I hope the cock you were enjoying each week was a wonderful, available cock, because there is a good chance Albert will kick you out! I can't believe you are so selfish and stupid. Did you think you could get away with cheating forever?"
I cowered into the seat, knowing everything Stacy said was true and possible. I was so stupid and selfish, thinking all about Thom and me. I do not understand why I was thinking about Thom, I do not know, and none of what I have done makes any sense.
"Edna, you have one chance to survive this horrible betrayal you have done to your husband, family, and marriage. You better get your story right. You better tell the truth, 100% true. Albert will dump you in the gutter you have put yourself in if you lie about anything. I love you as a friend and don't want to see this family damaged forever, so you need to tell me your whole story, leaving nothing out. That way, you will have said it aloud once before telling Albert. You don't know what he knows, but I think it is a lot, so you must be truthful."
I poured another glass of wine and took a deep breath. I started. I told Stacy every detail of my affair with Thom for the next hour. I told Stacy everything we did, when, and how we did it. At the end of the long statement, I slumped back and sobbed, realizing how stupid I had been, and that Thom had used me as his submissive lover for pleasure. Much of what I did was out of my control once I had given in to him that first night. Yes, I loved the sex, it was incredible, but the sex with my loving husband was even better, so why? That was the question I had an awfully hard time answering. I don't know why.
As I finished, Stacy looked at me, her mouth agape. Edna was shocked at my confession, and her eyes teared as she looked at me. What was she thinking? Did she know from my admission that my marriage to Albert was doomed and over?
She took a big gulp of wine and filled her glass again. She just stared at me. Then her mouth opened, and words I never expected to hear came out.
"My God, Edna, I have always thought you were a respectable woman, a responsible mother, and a loving wife, but now I see you as nothing more than a slut and whore who cares nothing for your family or your husband. No loving mother would ever abuse your family as you have.
"Edna, you don't deserve salvation. You should be thrown into the street and trampled but the masses of wonderful friends and family you have deceived. I am having difficulty looking at you now and do not know my future here in the household. Not only have you destroyed your family's future, but you have also destroyed mine. Right now, I hate you, Edna; please leave my room. I only hope that somehow you can survive this mess. Not for you but for the sake of those you have betrayed."
Stacy stood and walked to the door opening it. "Please leave now. Albert and your children deserve much better than you have given them. You have been good to them, but you were not theirs exclusively as you should have been. I have been a better mother to them than you, and that is sad. Now, please leave!"
I started to cry; tears ran down my cheeks. This woman I have grown to love as part of my family has told me the truth, making me realize that what I had done was much worse than I had ever seen. It was always just sex and had no impact on my family, but that was untrue. I realize now that whenever Thom took me or gave myself to him, I gave away a part of me. Most of me belonged to my husband, children, friends, and family members. All those parts of me have chipped away from my soul, leaving me only a partial person. Someone who could never give themselves completely to their family ever again, not because she didn't want to, no, it was because she didn't own all those parts any longer. Thom did. I had given him all those parts of my body and soul and could never get them back.
I also realized that Thom had only used my body and didn't care about my soul. I was just a fucktoy used for his pleasure and surely mine as well, but he didn't care about what happened to me and never worried about his wife or kids finding out. He must have controlled them as he controlled me. I was such a blind fool.
"Please leave!"
I looked at Stacy as I stood and walked to the door, "I am so sorry, Stacy. I was blind to the truth, and now that I can see things clearly, I may have destroyed the most valuable treasures in the world. I don't know what to do."
I walked out without another word.
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I awoke at 9:30 am. I heard talking outside my office. I showered, dressed, and closed the sofa bed. I opened the door, and Caroline was there, "Coffee?" She handed me a large cup and smiled, "Good Morning."
"Well, we will see about that. I am not sure."
"Want to talk about it?" Caroline was my work wife. She has been with me since the start and knows almost everything about my family and me, and I also learned about her life.
"OK, come on in. Did you clear my calendar?"
"Yes, all but the Wilson deposition in two days."
We spent the next thirty minutes talking about Edna and Thom Price and the whole crazy mess. Caroline was shocked at what Edna had done, but she also clarified that even though this had been happening for months, Edna had never shucked her wifely or motherly duties. She pointed out that whenever it came up, I raved about what an amazing lover Edna was and how lucky I was to have such an insatiable wife. She also pointed out she had never missed an event or activity she was supposed to attend. So, despite her affair with Thom, there was rarely a time that Edna was not a loving wife and mother. Caroline was right.
"Caroline, I am struggling badly that Edna's now used goods. Another man has repeatedly used her body, and as much as I tried to keep my ego out of the equation. I was jealous and angry that she would do that to me. Personally, Edna was mine. I owned her from the day we were married, just as she owned me. But now she had chosen to give herself to another man. Her pussy and mouth were no longer exclusively mine."
Caroline looked at me, thinking about what I had just said. I continued.
Doesn't every married man feel the same way? It is not sexist or chauvinist, which is what marriage vows state. You forsake all others, ALL OTHERS. You belong to your spouse. There is no opt-out to have an affair; we belong to each other for LIFE."
Caroline stopped me.
"Al, yes, most husbands and wives feel that way. You are right; marriage vows are meant to bind each other together for life. What Edna has done certainly broke those vows, but those vows mean nothing without true love and devotion. Edna has never wavered on either of those two, has she? No, she has always loved you, and this affair was not about love, and if it had gone on for five years, it would never have been part of it. The affair was purely a submissive physical affair, and it was just SEX!"
As I listened, I had to agree. As I think back, Edna had always loved me. Her devotion to the kids and our sex life had remained incredible the whole time. Our life was good and never affected by her affair.
"OK, I agree, so what do I do now? How do I justify keeping her after almost a year of betraying me with another man?"
"Forgiveness. You love Edna. Has that changed at all since you found out? Is she a good wife? Is she a good mother? Could you ever find another woman that you could love more than Edna?"
I looked at Caroline, "The answer to all those is I love her, and no one could ever replace her."
"There is the easy answer, and then comes the hard part, how do you move forward? That is another question altogether?"
"Thanks, Caroline. I am clear now. I know what I have to do."
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I went back to my office and dressed for the day. I was not seeing clients today, but it was a business day, and I had work to do before I went home and confronted Edna.
I buzzed Caroline, "Can you order me breakfast and get Stella and you two to come here, please?
Stella Friese is one of our Senior Associates. Her specialty is divorce law, so I want her in on my plans.
I worked on my plan, writing everything down as if I were an attorney preparing a case. I worked for thirty minutes before my breakfast arrived. As sick as I was about what Edna had done, I was hungry, so the eggs, bacon, toast, juice, and coffee helped me refocus my efforts.
Once Stella was free, she and Caroline closed the door. My phones were still off, so I was in silent mode.
For the next hour, I went over my plan, discussing everything with Stella as Caroline to copious notes on everything said. Once we had ironed out my plan, Stella went off to create the real Postnuptial Agreement and the real divorce papers. I needed them when I sat down with Edna.
Stella also had her marching orders for the lawsuits against The Company and Thom Price as CEO for $15,000,000. Also, my case against Mr. Price for $10,000,000 for alienation of affection. Stella also was to demand that Thom Price be terminated under their morals clause with no severance package or Golden Parachute. He was to get nothing!
Stella was also to schedule a meeting with Mrs. Price to provide her with all the evidence we had on the affair in hopes that Marie Price would also divorce the sorry prick. We prepared to offer her free divorce legal services if needed.
Once all that was in place and I had the legal documents and all the proof, it was time for me to go home and deal with Edna.
I turned on my cell phone and was barraged by notifications of probably a hundred messages and texts. My kids, Edna, and Stacy. I trashed all the messages from the kids and Edna and kept the messages from Stacy.
I listened to Stacy's first message.
Stacy's text: "Oh My God Al, this is very, very, bad. I loved Edna as a friend after hearing her tell me the story. I hate her now. That is all I can say. I am not sure I can stay in your employment. We have to talk once you have finished with Edna. Please do it fast!"
My text: "Stacy, don't do anything rash; I am coming home to have it out with Edna. Can you take the kids out for a couple of hours? I'll text you when it is safe to come home. We will order pizza for dinner tonight."
Stacy's text: "OK, we will go to the Children's Museum and wait to hear from you."
I put everything in my large briefcase, gathered all my dirty clothes, and headed home. I planned to return to work the next day like nothing had happened.
As I drove home, I repeatedly played the story in my head over and over.
For the last ten months, my wife had been fucking her boss and lying to me about it, never telling me anything about them. As it turned out, Thom Price, her boss, was a sexual predator and had targeted Edna as his conquest. He wooed her with smooth talk and promotion, all the while planning to make her his whore. He also wanted her to be at his beckon call, to fuck him anytime he wanted her.
Edna was in love with her new job and readily gave into Thom, not realizing what she had done at the start, but as time went along, she began liking their time together and the way Thom fucked her, so she must have thought their affair could go on forever.
Well, guess what? She was wrong.
The big questions were, how could we survive? Did I want to stay? Could I ever touch Edna again? I knew I loved her despite what she had done. Our life had been no different and may have even been better because of her desire to make sure the family and I were not affected by her affair. It was almost like Edna was two different people. One was my wife, mother to our kids, and my sexual muse. The other was a corporate whore for the CEO of the company.
It was hard for me to understand her ability to be two people and her control over her emotions, which allowed her to exist this way. Edna needed long sessions with a counselor or psychiatrist to understand her mind. That was mandatory if we were to stay together.
There would be new rules involving Stacy as an active partner in our child-rearing that ensured that Edna was true to our future agreement. Everything had to be transparent to our children; they could not be affected in any way.
As I turned down our street, I cleared my mind. I had a plan, and depending on Edna's attitude and honesty, we would survive this betrayal or divorce. Either way, Tomorrow, life will go on.
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I parked in the garage, and Stacy met me at the mud room door, pushing me back into the garage. Stacy looked bad. I knew she was distraught over what Edna had done to me and the family. Stacy had been a big part of our family for over three years, and this affected her badly, maybe even worse than me, in some ways.
"Al, this is bad, very, very, bad! I am not sure how you can survive this. I am very messed up about what Edna has done. A woman I admired and respected had destroyed all that for me, and I am not sure how I can survive working for you any longer. I am crushed!"
I pulled Stacy to me and held her. She was trembling, and she began to cry. I held her tight to me. Stacy was like one of my kids, just older and wiser. I wanted my girls to grow up to be like her. She was a tremendous influence on our children and our whole family. It would be devastating if she were to leave us, especially because of this mess. We needed her now more than ever. I gripped Stacy by the shoulders, pushed her away to arm's length, and saw a deep sadness on her face.
"Stacy, I know you are hurt. Your model mother fell off her pedestal and shattered into many pieces. But Stacy now is when we need you even more. The next months will be extremely hard, and you are the stabilizing force we can all count on. I am not sure how this is going to play out. I have a plan, and you are an integral part of the plan. All of us need you. Once I come to an agreement with Edna, however, it goes, your support for the kids is essential. I hope Edna will still be part of our family. I love her and know she loves me, the kids, and you, Stacy. What she has done is horrible. Edna has a huge debt to repay to earn her way back into my life, and from what you have said, yours too."
We hugged, squeezing each other tightly. I heard Stacy let out a deep sigh, "Al, how could this happen?"
"I really have no idea. I have asked myself that question a thousand times. No answer comes to mind. Only Edna can shed light on that, and hopefully, she can clear that up for us."
"OK, girl, get hold of yourself, put on your Mary Poppins hat, and grab your umbrella... it's showtime!"
Stacy chuckled, "How can you be so calm."
"Years of closing arguments for clients both guilty and not guilty. They are all the same; there is a story. We only know part of it. Now it's time to hear the rest."
"Take the kids and give Edna and me a couple of hours. Get them some ice cream and go to the museum as you suggested. I will text you when you can come home. Pizza will be waiting as if nothing has happened. You OK with that for now?"
We both took a deep breath and entered the battlefield for the rest of my family's life.
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I heard the garage door open and knew Albert was home.
I was so nervous, not knowing what to do or how he would be toward me. The kids were here, so I felt somewhat safe. I knew I had been caught, and Albert knew about my affair with Thom. I felt sure that Stacy had told him of our conversation and my confession to her. So, he knew it all now. But how did Albert find out? Not that it mattered now. It was out and over; that was a good thing.
As I thought about Thom and me, I realized that Thom had gotten what he wanted from me, to make me his company whore for his own personal satisfaction. He rewarded me with a fantastic job, a big salary, and company prestige; all the while, no one knew I was fucking Thom every week when he demanded it. The sad thing was I never felt anything was wrong. I had little or no guilt. I was not damaging my family. I made love to my husband every night. I loved my children and never missed anything with them. My day-to-day life seemed as normal as any other working mother executive. That is with one exception; I was fucking my boss!
I was stupid or so self-absorbed; I never thought of the evidence I left in my sexy panties twice a week or more often some weeks. Evidence that Stacy had seen and kept quiet until recently when she gave me cryptic signals about being careful.
Looking back, how long did I think I could continue the affair? It never crossed my mind whether it would end or how it would end. I never thought it would end this way, being outed, and caught by my sweet, loving husband, who had come home to throw me out because I had destroyed our family.
I was sad, but I had no more tears. I had felt sorry for myself long enough. It was now time to confess with as much detail as Albert required. Then I will grabble on my knees, begging Albert to keep me in the family at any personal cost. I will do anything!
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I heard Stacy calling the kids, so I walked out of the bedroom to see what was happening.
"Stacy, where are you going with the kids?"
Stacy looked at me with disdain in her eyes and said nothing.
The kids came running down the hallway and hugged me. "Mommy, we are going to the museum with Stacy. Can you come?" they all asked, pleading.
Albert came out of the kitchen. He smiled, keeping up his charade.
"Daddy, we are going to the museum with Stacy; mommy, mommy can't come, can you? They asked.
"Not today, children; mommy, mommy, and I have some things to discuss. You go with Stacy and be good. We will have Pizza tonight when you get back, OK."
"Yeah, pizza." they cheered.
Stacy nodded at Albert and left without a word or looking at me. I thought she must hate me for what I have done.
Now it was just Albert and me alone in our house. The Inquisition was about to begin.
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I looked at the kitchen clock. It was just after two in the afternoon. It was time. I went to my den and brought back a fresh bottle of Jack Daniels and two glasses. No luxury of ice today, we would drink the JD neat, feeling the burn in our throats.
Edna was standing at the door, looking at the table, seeing my opened laptop and the pile of papers and several envelopes. I looked at her and saw fear on her face. Edna's breathing was slow, and she was fidgeting.
I spoke, and her head jerked up, looking at me. "Edna, sit down. Do you want a drink? We only have JD today, neat."
Edna moved to the seat I had ready for her. It was directly across from me, four feet away, just far enough that I could not reach out and strangle her easily.
I sat and poured two glasses of Jack, pushing a drink across the table in front of Edna.
I raised my glass, "Edna, let's toast to honesty, the truth, and possible understanding this afternoon."
Edna looked at me, and tears bubbled in her eyes. She raised her glass, and we clinked them together. I shot mine and put the glass down. Edna did not.
"Al, I will not drink. I want total mental acuity as we talk."
"OK then, let's get started. Edna, as we sit here today, I am a crushed man. I cannot understand what you have done or why. I struggle with my love for you and my disgust and hatred for you simultaneously. I am at a complete loss. I hope you will be able to clear up my confusion and provide me with a reason that I do not throw you out in the street, take our children away from you and leave you with practically nothing."
Edna cringed at my directness as the words rolled out of my mouth. I was never at a lack of words, so I continued.
"When I received the information claiming it was from a friend that had observed you performing sexual acts you are very good at, but on someone other than me, I was shocked, to say the least. The pictures were grainy, but several things were clear; the $40,000 diamond ring on the hand wrapped around his hard cock was the one I had Custom designed for you by Harry Winston. There was no mistaking it for someone else's ring. The puffy lips wrapped around his cock were yours, as was the other hand holding his balls in your palm."
"But when I saw the second and third angles, they confirmed it was you, and you were sucking the cock of your boss and CEO, Thom Price. Then I was angry and could have killed you both had I been there. I have to thank the person that enlightened me about your cheating. They saved you from the hell I would have unleashed had I been present. This way, we can be civil with our discussion and determine an acceptable outcome for at least one but possibly both of us."
"Edna, I want to be clear about two things. One, Edna, I still love you, even in the face of this monumental betrayal. Two, honesty is paramount. I am a skilled attorney, and if you lie to me, I will know it, and it will mean the end of our family. I will divorce you instantly. There will be no third chance since this is your second chance, to tell the truth. Why is this your second chance? Well, it is probably forty or fiftieth chance since you have been lying to me for ten months. So, this is your ONLY chance, DO NOT FUCK IT UP!"
Edna cowered and picked up her glass of Jack. She wasn't as resolute as she thought. She took a big gulp and stared at me. Her breathing was rapid now.
"Edna, the floor is yours. I will not interrupt. I will listen intently to every detail of your sordid affair. I want to hear it all, every suck, fuck, every stroke, every cum; I want it all. The words, emotions, feelings, comparisons, humiliations, and betrayal that you and Thom price and subjected me to as you were happily fucking each other. I was here at home being a doting father. So, Edna, please tell me, why, why did you cheat on me?"
Enda's head dropped, looking at the table; tears began streaming down, dripping on the table mat. Her hands went up to her face covering it as she sobbed. I sat and watched her display for about ten minutes, then spoke.
"Edna, stop the fucking crying. You are not the injured one that should be crying. You should be smiling; you have fooled me for ten months and have been having fun fucking your boss all that time. So shut the fuck up and tell me your story. Edna, this is your only chance. If I get up from this table, it will be to walk out of your life forever, and I will never come back. Do you understand just how much trouble you are in right now? In a matter of minutes, you could be alone without a family, no husband, no children, NOTHING!"
"Now pull yourself together and tell me, WHY… GOD DAMNIT… WHY??"
Edna sat back and dried her face on her sleeve. She took another gulp of Jack and gripped one hand in the other.
I stared at her, waiting. My patience were wearing thin now. Edna needed to start.
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Oh God, Albert was so angry. I can't blame him. I have cheated on him for ten months, and now I must pay the piper.
I drank a big gulp of Jack, and Albert refilled our glasses. I was going to need to drink after all.
I looked up and wiped my face. I took a deep breath. Where to start?
"Albert, as hard as it may be to believe, I love you more now than the day twelve years ago after we made love in the back of your car by the lake. Not one minute of our life together have I not loved you. In contrast, I never loved Thom Price and never could. Every minute I was with Thom, I was in love with you. I know that sounds unbelievable, but what we did was not about love, infatuation, or anything emotional. It was just SEX! I know that does not make it any better, but it would be much worse if love were involved."
"I never realized at the start that I had been set up for two years. It was a game to Thom. He planned to bed me, and it made no difference how long it took. It was a personal goal he set. It was not about humiliating or taking me away from you. It was Thom's game to make me indebted to him so he could bed me and make me his whore so I would be his whenever he wanted me."
"Thom was devious, and by mentoring me and taking me along on his ride, telling me how good I was at my job, giving me little rewards, and finally grooming me for the VP job, he found my weakness. I wanted a BIG job, and only he could make that happen. Once he gave me the job, I would be indebted to him, and he would own me part of the time. His plan worked, and that is what happened."