So, where does this story leave the five players? Jeff and his lovely wife Audrey have decided to recommit to their marriage but each realizes that they have kinks that are fundamental to their sexual selves. Audrey knows, and within more reasonable bounds, Jeff agrees that she and Donald may continue seeing each other. Their couplings are private but Audrey now delights in teasing her husband to a heightened state of arousal by telling him exactly what she is doing with and for Donald.
As an example, roughly a month after their Bermuda vacation was behind them, Audrey teased Jeff mercilessly about her upcoming night with Donald. She showed Jeff the teddy and garter belt she had bought.
“This is for Donald, Jeff. I won’t wear it for you because it is only for him.”
The tingle in Jeff’s guy was indescribable and made his body twitch with the anticipation of his wife with her lover and of her returning to him. She teased Jeff further by shaving her mons while he watched her intently. With every stroke of the safety razor, Audrey would say, “Donald is going to kiss me here, and touch me. He is a good lover and will fuck me silly. I will come home to you tonight, baby, but I will come home sore.”
Jeff still enjoyed photographing Audrey but instead of sending those sexy images to men on the internet, he saved them in software folders stored on a USB memory stick made as a key on his key ring. Audrey’s sexiest photos were now with Jeff at all times. He had photos of Audrey in every state of dress and undress. He savored photos of his beautiful Audrey with dildos of all shapes, lengths, thicknesses and colors and in various depths of penetration into her divine folds.
Jeff’s favorite photos were of Audrey’s beautiful breasts. Some photos were of her breasts in push-up brassier and others were of nipple-clips pinching her nipples smartly. His very favorite were of Audrey with love bites on her neck and breasts. Sometimes these sexy hematomas were the result of their couplings and sometimes were deliberate evidence of her trysts with Donald. Jeff had reprised his role as Audrey’s Dominant and everything she did, somehow was to please him.
Oddly enough, her fucking Donald occasionally, actually pleased Jeff. Somehow, the relationship satisfied the cuckold within him while the fact that it was an occasional evening or overnight, Donald was no longer a threat to their marriage. Jeff realized that the experience with Donald helped him to see that his behaviors eventually would have destroyed his marriage. As it was, those behaviors nearly did.
Audrey now wore Jeff’s collars. One was for dress and was a rhinestone choker about an inch wide. The other was of black leather with a gold heart suspended from the D-Ring at her throat. It became a ritual for Jeff to remove the padlock before Audrey left. The decision was left to Audrey exactly when to remove the collar on her date and when to put it back on before coming home. Releasing Audrey was thrilling for both of them. When she returned home collared, Jeff would smile broadly, reapply his padlock, bathe and soon make love with Audrey.
Sometimes, Jeff and Audrey would tease each other with inquisitor role play. Jeff would bind Audrey’s hands to the center of their headboard and smack her bottom vigorously as he interrogated her.
“Tell me Audrey, what did you do with that man! Did you let him touch you?”
“Yes, Jeff, I-I let him touch me.”
“Did he touch you here?” Jeff would ask cupping Audrey’s breast.
“Yes.”
*Smack* he would slap her buttock.
“And did you kiss him?”
“Yes, I kissed him I couldn’t help myself.”
*Smack*
“You sucked his cock didn’t you; I know you must have sucked his cock for you are a good cocksucker!”
“Yes, I did that.”
*Smack*
“Why?”
“Because he likes when I suck his cock.”
*Smack*
Their libidinous dialogue of sexy talk and slaps to Audrey’s pink bottom would continue until the two were in frenzy and then they fucked like jackals.
When not enjoying one of his occasional visits with Audrey, Donald lived a quiet life within the ashes of a long-ago burned out marriage. He worked, ate meals, watched TV, slept and did it over again one day at a time. He thought about seeking a lover closer to home but the fact is that Audrey was as much woman as he could handle and was more than worth the travel and the wait-times in-between. He would love Audrey forever and was warm in the knowledge that she loved him too. Life wasn’t all he might have hoped for, but it was good.
Katrina’s husband John was struggling to remain sober. On the return leg of the ship’s voyage, he vomited so hard that his throat began bleeding and he spent the rest of the trip in the ship’s hospital. The surgeon had treated John with intravenous fluids and tranquilizers. From there, Katrina had taken him by ambulance to a rehabilitation center where they spent three days to rehydrate, feed and sedate John to the point where he was safe to travel to another rehab closer to their home.
At that facility, John was removed from all sedation and, predictably, delirium tremens began and lasted for four days, that fourth day being the roughest. Katrina visited each day before seeing her patients and each day she told John that she loved him and hoped, for his own sake, and their marriage that he could get clean.
Still though, as a psychologist, she knew that it was an uphill climb. Before she ever saw his chart she knew what it would read: Acute agitation, disorientation, global confusion, disorientation, auditory and visual hallucinations, fever, hypertension, diaphoresis and bouts of tachycardia.