It had been a hard week. I had lost one of my best employees due to her husband's transfer to Chicago. I learned that a contract we were hoping to close this week would be delayed several weeks due to illness, and this was the week of my wife’s annual President’s Party.

The two other items were terrible enough, but having to attend Edgar Slone’s party was the worst of all. He is an arrogant, narcissistic womanizer who has had his eye on Ellen, my wife, since the first day he hired her three years ago.

My attendance is necessary for two reasons. First, Edgar dangles large annual bonuses in front of all the senior staff on condition that their spouses attend his party. Second, he wants to personally humiliate me in front of my wife and everyone else. His plans for the evening are to persuade my wife, Ellen, to let him take her to his bed during the party so that everyone knows that he can cuckold me whenever he wants to.

Why would I attend if I knew this was how the night would go?

Well, the answer is complicated, but here it is…

First, Ellen's bonus will be huge, making it impossible to turn down.

Second, I am physically and mentally strong, but emotionally, not so much. I am strong in my business and my general social life. My friends see me as the man of the house and the leader of many activities I am involved with. But, in my relationship with my wife, I am an emotional cripple. No, I am not a wimp, nor do I kowtow to her every demand, but I do give in on many issues, and she can manipulate me so that I will agree to almost anything.

Why, you might ask, am I like this? Well, Ellen is a unique woman. God gave her the most incredible body and the desire to satisfy it every second of the day. If they put a picture on a billboard in Times Square in New York City with the words ‘Sexual Wonder Woman’ under it, the picture would be of Ellen.

Within weeks after we met, I was hooked on this woman, and she was caught on my giant cock, a nice nine-inch, thick member. We have been inseparable lovers ever since, making love or fucking at least twice each day, as well as hundreds of quick blow jobs of pussy eating throughout the month.

As an example of the degree to which we satisfy each other. Last month, I kept a record of every sexual encounter we enjoyed together. We made love twenty-four times. We fucked another thirty-two times. There is a difference; one is sweet and loving, and the other is just plain raw animal lust, ravaging each other until we are exhausted and can’t go anymore. In addition, Ellen blew me every morning and evening before either our fucking or making love. I instantly reciprocated each time. Then there were the other sixteen times that Ellen randomly blew me. That was a total of one hundred twenty-seven sex acts that we enjoyed last month. And believe me, there were other times when spontaneous sex happened that I am sure I missed. For example, when shopping for new lingerie in the mall, Ellen dragged me into the dressing room for a quickie. When we came out, everyone looked at us. We smiled, walked to the counter, and bought several hundred dollars worth of lingerie, making the store clerks happy.

Over the time we dated and since we have been married, sex has been my weakness. Just the thought of sex with Ellen makes me weak for Ellen's desires. I mean, she can flaunt her body and get whatever she wants from me, so that is why I say I am emotionally weak.    

So, back to Friday night’s President's Party. I do not want to attend and be subjected to the humiliation that Edgar will try to impose on me. I feel sure my wife has been and will continue to be faithful to me, but the arrogant asshole will do everything in his power to seduce her and fuck her Friday night. I know the drill. Edgar has tried at the past two parties and several other times when we have been with him on different occasions without success, so Edgar keeps trying.

Ellen has feebly stated that she will never give in to Edgar but that he is an attractive man, and with her sexual weakness, she has difficulty resisting him.

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That brings us to tonight. Thursday night before the party tomorrow. We are lying here in bed, cuddling with Ellen’s head on my chest as she plays with the hair on my body. We have just exhausted ourselves for the second time today with an incredible sex session of an hour and a half. We sucked, fucked, I ate her pussy, and we even made beautiful love at the end.

As we lay here in the afterglow of pure bliss a minute ago, Ellen asked sheepishly, “Steve, would you let me fuck Edgar?”

What did Ellen ask me? Was I okay with her fucking Edgar? What the hell? The subject had never come up before. Wow, that came straight out of nowhere. We had always dismissed his advances as a game he played without earnest hope of succeeding. 

Ellen nor I had ever had sex with other people. It had never been the subject of a conversation, a fantasy, or anything else. I wondered why Ellen would want to open that bag of worms. My mind was spinning with all the evil thoughts. Could they already be fucking? Was Ellen hoping I would agree so I would be, in effect, bless her past indiscretion?       

I was really shocked at her question and lay there contemplating. What if she did fuck Edgar tomorrow night. What would that mean, and what would happen in the days and weeks afterward? Would I get anything out of it, or just suddenly become a cuckold? I would never let that happen.

I know Edgar has a beautiful young wife in her late twenties. A trophy wife of sorts. Maybe I could tap that sweet little pussy feeding her my raging nine-inch cock. I wondered what Ellen would think about that proposition. So, I fed the question back at her.

“Ellen, are you saying you want to fuck Edgar?” I asked with surprise in my voice.

Ellen said nothing as she played with my chest hair. I knew she was calculating her answer and my impending response. I lay silent, waiting and wondering.

Then Ellen said softly, “Yes, I would!”

I did not respond. Ellen pressed her sexy body against me, and her hand wandered down to my flaccid cock, teasing it with her fingernail. It twitched, and my nine-inch monster came alive again. Ellen knew how to get to me, so her fingernail traced down the underside of my ball sack over my taint, stopping before touching my pulsing asshole. Then she reversed her track and dragged her nail up along my sensitive shaft to the head. She teased my head with her nail. My cock was pulsing now, and I was in trouble as my cock was now rock hard. My length stretched up along my belly, almost reaching my navel. My balls tightened, and I felt like I was going to cum any second.

Ellen stopped teasing and looked down at me, “Steve, please answer my question. Will you let me fuck Edgar?”

I looked up at Ellen. Unsure of my answer, I was afraid to say anything.

I finally decided on my approach. I would challenge Ellen to find out what was going on here. “Well, Ellen, your question shocks me. We have never discussed anything like this before. You have also told me that Edgar is not your cup of tea, so why suddenly do you want to fuck him?”

I felt Ellen slide down my body like a slithering snake. I closed my eyes in anticipation of what Ellen was going to do. She stroked and licked my cock from it’s head to my balls. Then she raised her head and looked at me. “Steve, I am tired of Edgar’s constant flirting, his innuendoes tossed around, and his constant touching. If I fuck him just once, giving him what he wants, I think I can stop all of that, and he will leave me alone.”  

I was shocked at Ellen’s ridiculous logic. I gaffed at her, “Are you serious? That makes no sense!”

What was she thinking, or was she saying that to give me an answer? I chose the second answer. She had to be hiding something and hoped I would buy her statement. I am an emotional weakling but not stupid, so I didn’t buy a word of it and scolded her for her statement.

“Ellen, that is crazy thinking and makes no sense at all. If you, for one minute, that fucking Edgar once will end his hitting on you, you are crazy. From that moment forward, Edgar will want your pussy all the time and will fuck you every day. I know how you are, Ellen, and once you fuck Edgar, you will be happy to fuck him as often as he wants you.

So, I have a question for you now. Have you fucked Edgar already, and this is a smoke screen to cover up your infidelity?” I stated firmly.    

Ellen’s eyes flickered but never left my eyes. That confused me. Had she or hadn’t she?

Ellen sat up Indian style and looked at me, chewing her lip. That was one of her clear tells. Ellen had done something, I was sure, but how far had she gone?

I was tired of the bullshit. I wanted to end this. I sat up Indian style, touching our knees together. I looked at Ellen and asked the question… “Ellen, what have you done with Edgar? How far have you gone? Don’t you dare lie to me!”

I stared into Ellen’s eyes and waited. I was not saying another word until she answered my question.

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I looked into Steve’s eyes. They were severe and full of doubt, with a bit of anger flaming. He did not like how this conversation was going and was suspicious about my request. His questions back at me were seeking out if I had done anything sexual with Edgar, my boss, or if I was trying to gain his permission to do something with Edgar at the party.

I knew what Steve wanted to know and had an answer, but I was reluctant to answer him directly. My answer would complicate things a great deal, and I was afraid of Steve's reaction. I knew it would not be what I wanted, and his actions would harm our relationship and most likely end with me losing my position with the company. I could not allow either of those things to happen.

As we sat naked, staring into each other's eyes, with our knees touching, covered with a light sheen of sex sweat and our mixed cum, I reached out and gripped Steve’s cock, laying against his thigh. I squeezed him softly, feeling him filling my hand with hard meat. I could weaken him further if I sucked his cock again, but his expression did not change, and I pulled my hand away.

I knew that I had to answer Steve’s question, but I had to be careful of the words I used, or I would sound like one of those cheating sluts we have read about in the stories online. I thought for a minute. There was no way to tell Steve that I had sucked his cock twice in the last week.

Steve’s eyes burned into my soul like a space ray gun. He was ready to explode. Every minute I delayed, my answer confirmed Steve’s suspicions.

I swallowed hard and took in a deep breath. I placed my hands on his knees and leaned forward a few inches from his face. Steve did not move. I kissed him gently without any reaction. I moved back, gathered my strength, and said the horrid words Steve anticipated.  

“To answer your question, I have not fucked Edgar, but I have sucked his cock twice this week!” There, I said it. Now what?

Steve did not move except to push my hands off his knees. Oh God, that was not a good sign. Steve instantly had disconnected mentally, and now he disconnected physically. Then, in a flash, his hand slapped my cheek very hard, knocking me back onto the bed.  

I was shocked and screamed, “Oh GOD!” covering my cheek as it burned from the blow.   

Steve did not move again. I saw tears begin to roll down his cheeks. His breathing had become short. He slowly moved off the bed going to the bathroom. He closed the door behind him and locked it. I heard the shower start. I got up and went to the door. I turned the knob, but it was locked. I knocked, “Steve, please let me in. We need to talk!” I begged, desperate to talk to him and explain what had happened. 

But there was no response. He had to come out when he finished, so I stood at the door and waited.

The shower went off, and there was silence. Then the hair dryer came on, and minutes later, it went off. My heart began beating faster, and my mouth was dry. I was afraid now! Suddenly, the door opened, and without a word, Steve pushed me aside hard against the wall. He went into his closet and closed the door. Minutes later, Steve came out dressed, carrying a duffle full of what had to be clothes. He slipped on his shoes and walked out of the room and down the stairs.

He had not said a word or looked at me again since he slapped me. This was terrible, very, very bad!

I pulled on a robe and ran barefoot down the steps as I heard his SUV start and the garage door open. I ran into the garage and saw Steve staring at me through the windshield. I could see the hate in his eyes now, and that scared me even more.

Steve waved at me to come to the side of his SUV. I quickly went to the driver's side window. Steve lowered it and looked at me. What he said next destroyed me.

“Ellen, I have loved you from the minute I first laid eyes on you eleven years ago and up to the minute you admitted that you have forsaken our marriage and me for another man. From that moment on, I no longer love you, nor do I ever want to have anything to do with you. You can go to your party tomorrow night and fuck Edgar all you want. I don’t care if you don’t get your big bonus because I am not there. But Edgar should give you an even bigger bonus for being his whore.

It is a good thing we never had children because it would be horrible to have to explain to them that their mother is a slut and whore and wanted another man more than she wanted them or me. Just imagine what that would have done to them.  

You don't care about me anymore, and our making love every day was just not good enough for you. So now you can go to your precious Edgar and find what you need with him.

If I must, these are the last words you will hear from me until I testify in court. I will file the divorce papers tomorrow, and you will be served at work on Monday. I need you to be away from our house on Saturday if you even decide to come home Friday night. I need to gather all my things and move out, and I do not want you here.

Ellen, my heart is broken beyond repair. You have destroyed me! How could you do this? I do not understand what I have done to deserve this treatment. You must hate me because that is the only way to justify your actions.

Now, move back and let me leave the place and woman I love so dearly. Goodbye, Ellen!”

I almost fell from the shock of Steve’s words. I stumbled between the cars as I watched Steve back out of the garage and drive off! I fell to the concrete floor, which felt as cold as Steve's words. I was stunned, and tears began to flow.

I screamed into my hands, covering my face. “Oh God, what have I done… God Damn Edgar.” Yes, God Damn him, but it was me, my fault, I did this.

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I sped recklessly up the street. My wrecked emotions were in complete control, and I had no idea what to do or where to go. I pulled over a few blocks away and sat, thinking about what I needed to do next. The clock on the dash screen read 11:23 p.m. I needed a home base, so I drove to my other home, my office.

I pulled into the garage and parked. I knew a cot was in the dispatcher's office, so I took everything there for now. Then, I went to my assistant Millie’s desk, wrote a note, and texted her, “Mill… I am asleep in the dispatcher's office. Get me up when you get in.” I texted Ralph, our dispatcher, telling him I was sleeping in his office and put a ‘Do Not Disturb’ note on the door.

I knew Ralph had a bottle of scotch in his bottom drawer, so I poured a full cup. As I drank it, I felt my phone vibrating constantly. I was sure it was Ellen. I didn’t respond and let her sweat, not talking to her now, and maybe never again. What I said to her was harsh and said in the heat of raging anger. I meant everything I said, but I might change the degree of fierceness depending on several things. We will have to see.

I lay down, and after a fitful start, I slept.

The noise of the workers arriving awoke me. No one bothered me, so I lay there thinking about what had happened to my life. Moreover, what had happened to my loving wife, Ellen? This behavior was so unlike her. Why would she do what she did? It just didn’t make any sense. Something had happened between her and Edgar that made her give in and suck his cock. He must have something on her, but what could it be?

The more I thought about it, the angrier I became. That fucking predator Edgar had fucked up our lives. I would make him pay dearly.      

Millie finally came to get me up, bringing me a large cup of coffee. She pulled a chair over and asked, “Steve, what has happened? Why are you sleeping here?”

I sipped the hot coffee, deciding what I should tell Millie. She was my assistant and knew almost everything about my life. She has worked for me for nine years, and I trust her completely. I looked at Millie. She is a beautiful woman. She divorced her asshole husband three years ago and has been an excellent single mother to her two kids. I have helped her financially a few times, and she has cried on my shoulder often. She is the kind of woman any man would want, so I was surprised that after three years, she was not in a new relationship, but she wasn’t.  

With sad eyes, I looked at her, “Millie, Ellen fucking cheated on me with her asshole boss Edgar. I said.

The look on Millie's face was a complete shock. “Oh God, you can’t be serious. Ellen cheated on you and slept with Edgar?” Millie asked.

“Well, not exactly. She didn’t fuck him, at least not yet, but she did suck his cock twice this week, she admitted to me.”

“What the hell? She just came out and told you she sucked his cock twice. What the fuck, has the girl lost her fucking mind!”

“Yep, she just came right out and told me, but it was not quite that simple,” I said. “We were laying in the afterglow of an incredible love session when Ellen just came out and asked me the most bizarre question, ‘Steve, would you let me fuck Edgar?’” 

“WHAT…? Ellen asked you that right out of the blue?” Millie gasped and almost laughed.

“Yep, right out of nowhere and right out of Ellen’s cheating mouth.”

“Jesus, Steve, what did you do?”

“I got out of bed, showered, cried, dried off, and dressed. I ignored Ellen as I packed a duffle full of clothes and left. I said nothing to Ellen except my goodbye speech as I was ready to drive away. I came here, slept a little, and now we are having coffee. My fucking life has just turned from incredibly excellent to incredibly horrible.” I said as a tear rolled down my cheek.

Millie and I sat together, familiar with each other, and it reminded me of when she was going through her divorce. The situation was completely reversed, with me hearing her story and consoling her like Millie was doing now for me.

“I have no idea what to do now. You know I love Ellen more than anything and can’t lose her if I haven’t lost her to that asshole Edgar already.” I stated, shaking my head in disbelief that this was happening.

Millie’s eyes looked up at the ceiling like she did when she was thinking. She looked at me, “I can't believe this. Tell me everything.”

“Ok. We had just finished the most incredible loving session for over an hour and a half. You know how we are; we were all over each other. The sex was fantastic, as it always is. We were lying there, and Ellen just blurted it out! I have to add that tonight is the company President's Party hosted by that asshole Edgar.

Ellen told me I had to go, or she would not get her annual bonus, which is a big deal because it is enormous. I hate going to Edgar's parties because he hits on Ellen all the time and humiliates me on purpose in front of all the other executives and their wives. He wants to take her away during the Party and fuck her so that when they return, he can crow over his conquest and make everyone know that he has cuckolded me.

I have to go to make sure that does not happen. But now it seems that Edgar's constant flirting has won Ellen over. At least to the point that she has sucked him off this week in preparation for the party and her submission to Edgar tonight. She must have thought asking me for permission to fuck Edgar would make everything Ok, and she would fuck him tonight at the party.

Ellen asked me but did not get the result she wanted. ‘No’… passed through my lips, and she would never get my yes. How could she think that I would be so weak as to allow her to fuck another man, whoever he was, Edgar or Bob, from the corner bar? In either case, it was never going to happen.  

So I left her standing in the garage, and here we are. I have no idea what to do!”

Millie stepped in, taking control as she often does. “The first thing we need to do is get you out of here to your office so Ralph can get to work. Second, we need to get you food and a shower. Then we will figure out what to do next.”

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Steve won’t answer my calls or text. He is very angry with me. I suppose he has every right to be. I have cheated on him and had planned to cheat even further by fucking Edgar tonight. I am not sure now if that is going to happen, however.

I have to talk with Steve. I have to tell him I was wrong, that I will not go any further with Edgar, and that I will stay away from him. I have to apologize to him sincerely. I did suck Edgar off twice, but I had never done anything like that before. But Edgar had cornered me in his office and kissed me, pushing his hand between my legs, under my little thong, and fingered me. I quickly came on his fingers, loving what he was doing. I do have a hair trigger, so whan he rubbed my spot a few times, I came again almost instantly.

I slipped to the floor and looked at him as he unbuckled his belt. I pulled down his trousers and boxers at the same time, and I was staring at his nice hard cock. He was not long, about average, but he was thick. He smiled at me, and I knew what he wanted. I guess I owed him something for getting me off, so I gripped his cock and slowly stroked it. Edgar moaned. I licked his fat cockhead, then licked his shaft. I stroked him more, and his hand moved to my head, guiding my mouth to his cock. I took him inside and sucked on his soldier's helmet, making Edgar moan. I slowly stroked his shaft as I pulled a hard vacuum on him, making his cockhead swell in my mouth. That was a trick that Steve taught me, and Edgar loved it.

I slid my tongue down the underside of his cock and slowly bobbed on him. Edgar was slowly moving his hips fucking my mouth. He suddenly gasped, and before I could do anything, he flooded my mouth with a big load of salty cum. I swallowed and continued to suck on him. He sat back against his desk and watched me. Amazingly he stayed hard, and I sucked on him for about fifteen minutes. Then he came in my mouth again, holding my head as he fucked my face. I love when Steve fucks my face forcing his cock deep into my throat. Edgar was not that long, so there was no gagging on him. He had cum twice, and I had come twice, once on Edgar's fingers and once on mine, so we were even.

I knew Edgar wanted to fuck me, but it was not happening now. So I told him to be ready for me at Friday’s party and to have condoms and lube! Edgar told me to make sure Steve was there. He also told me my bonus would be well worth it to give him a good fucking. Now all I had to do was convince Steve to let me fuck Edgar. I wasn’t sure if that was possible, but I would ask Steve in a teasing way after I fuck him silly and see what happens.

So we know how my request went. I was honest and admitted I had blown Edgar this week and have been in deep trouble since then. I guess honesty is the best policy, but only sometimes. It depends on what you are being honest about, and cheating on your husband is not something to be honest about.  

Steve left me. Now, what do I do?

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After I moved to my office and ate some breakfast Millie ordered, I was ready to figure out what I would do. Millie and the employees returned to work as they did any other day.

I told Millie I was not working today as I had other things on my mind. She wanted to know the details, but I was not ready to discuss them further.  I had to make up my mind what I was going to do. There were two issues. Edgar was Ellen’s superior, so he had convinced her to perform a sex act on him. He was then a predator, so he had to pay.

First… I knew the company had a moral code. I read it when Ellen went to work for the company, and she had to sign it. Everyone signed it, forbidding fraternization between employees, supervisors, and subordinates. Edgar and Ellen violated the moral code and were subject to immediate termination. But Ellen had a case of sexual harassment that she could file against Edgar, even though he was the President. That could save her job and generate a financial settlement from the company.

Two… I had to make sure that the two cheaters had not gone any further and hadn’t been fucking each other already. Then there was Ellen's request for my permission to allow her to fuck Edgar once and only once, as she had stated. Or was her request a smoke screen to cover up an active affair between them? If they had been fucking and Ellen had lied to me, the die would be cast, and I would divorce Ellen without any discussion or negotiation.

I had to talk with Ellen, interrogating her to get the truth. Only if I felt she was being entirely truthful and not lying to me would there be a chance for us to remain married.

I called Ellen. Her phone rang once, and she answered in a panic. “Oh God, Steve, I am so sorry. Where are you? Please come home so we can talk. I need to explain everything to you.”   

I was not making it easy on her and scared her to death. I said nothing, making her wait a long time. She began to plead, “Steve, please talk to me. I am so sorry; I messed things up so badly. Please come home!”

I still waited. After five minutes of total silence from me, I spoke.

“Ellen, I will not be coming home. You cheated on me. In your mind, you wanted to fuck Edgar, so you asked me for permission which I denied. But you had already had sex with him by sucking his cock twice. So yes, my dear, you are a fucking cheater and have defiled our wedding vows, as well as my trust in you. It is clear to me that you don’t give a damn about our marriage if you would willingly suck another man's cock and beg me to let you fuck him. So unless you can convince me otherwise, I will be filing for divorce. I am meeting my attorney today to ensure you can get as little as I can give you once the decree is final.”

There was a gasp, then soft sobbing. Bullseye, I had made a direct hit on Ellen’s heart. I had her right where I wanted her. I was sure that she had not fucked Edgar yet, but after his seduction, making her cum, Ellen had sucked Edgar off twice. Ellen’s request of me was not a voluntary request made up by Ellen asking for me to approve her to fuck Edgar at the party. No, it was precisely what Edgar had told her to do. Ellen followed his instructions and made her request!

I had said No!

Now, Ellen was in a huge quandary. She had already cheated on me when she sucked Edgar's cock. She admitted it to me like a dutiful wife should and did not lie. That was something I had to consider. I do not believe this was an act of Ellen’s free will. It was all Edgar’s doing, as he had entirely contrived and implemented this plot. From all of Edgar's flirting with Ellen, he had determined her willpower was weak. Then Edgar worked her right where he wanted her before the party by feeling her up, fingering her, and making her cum. Ellen was so hot for Edgar then that when he suggested that she ask me if she could fuck him. Ellen accepted the idea readily.  

Now that I had said no, Ellen had to decide what to do. I had also told her I was going to divorce her, and that made her panic. But I was not divorcing Ellen over this mess, that is, unless, like a fool, she goes to the party and fucks Edgar. Then we would be through!

The more I thought about the situation, the more a plan began to develop. I suddenly realized that tonight could be a lot of fun, and my devious plan might accomplish several things. I worked out the details for the next hour and wrote them all on a legal pad. Once I was done and made the necessary calls, I finalized the plan to ensure all the pieces could fit together for tonight.

First, I called my Lawyer, George Winston. He handled all of my business and personal legal matters. He was also a golfing buddy and a good friend. Six months ago, he was single again after a simple divorce. His wife stopped loving him and moved to California. It was a relief for him; he is much happier now.

I asked if he was available for a blind date tonight, and he said he was. I then asked him if he had a tuxedo. He didn’t, so I asked his size. I asked him to see me over lunch, and we agreed. I would make arrangements for him to pick one up.

Next, I called Millie into my office and told her I had a plan but could not tell her about it yet. I asked if she was open to going on a blind date tonight to enjoy the fireworks I was going to set off. I told her George would be her date, and she thought that could be exciting. She needed a lovely gown, so I gave her my credit card and sent her out shopping. I knew that was dangerous, but what the hell!

I called Eldridge Plum. He has been a friend for years now. He owns a limo service and does freelanced private security work. Eldridge is a massive man, at least six feet five, over 300 lbs. I asked him if he was personally available for tonight. Luckily, he was, so I booked him and filled him in on his part in the plan. Eldridge would be our driver and bodyguard for the evening. He would pick Ellen and me up at 7:30 p.m., then pick up George and Millie at Millie’s house immediately after. We would go to William’s, a lovely English pub, for a drink, and then we would arrive at the President’s Party fashionably late at 9:30 p.m. Then the fun would begin.  

All the players were set except for Ellen. I called her.

“Hello, Ellen, dear. How are you this morning?” I said with a lightness in my voice.

There was silence, then a whisper, “Steve, I am not very good.”

“Oh my, I am so sorry. What seems to be the matter?” I was laying it on good now!

Silence again, then a burst of emotion, crying, and tears followed.

“Oh God, Steve, I am so sorry; I am such a fool. I don’t know what happened!” Ellen cried.

“Well, I hope you will be better later. We have a party to go to, don’t we?” I teased her unmercifully.

Ellen continued to cry.

“So here is the plan: I will be home about 3:30 p.m., we will talk, make love, take a nice soaking bath, then shower and dress. You will wear the beautiful gown and other items I am bringing home. I have Eldridge driving us tonight so that we can drink without worry. You will get your big bonus and do whatever you decide with Edgar, but we will discuss that when I get home.”  

Silence again, as I am sure I just confused Ellen completely. I left her ten hours ago, telling her I was done with her and was divorcing her, calling her names I had never called her before. Now, I was talking to her, acting normal or even happy about going to Edgar’s fucking party. I smiled at myself, playing the perfect part. There would be no divorce. But as they say, ‘the shit would hit the fan’ at the party. There will be significant changes after tonight.

Ellen could only mutter, “Ok!” I hung up. She was totally confused, as I wanted her to be.

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What was going on? Why was Steve being friendly to me? He said he was divorcing me, but now he wants to attend the President's Party with me. I am so confused. Steve sounded sweet and not angry like he should be. I don’t understand anything now!

I suddenly became fatigued. I had a few hours before Steve would be home, so I needed to rest and nap.

I went to bed and was asleep quickly.

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