Sy didn't hear the garage door go up and didn't know Amanda was home until she shook him awake. 

"Wake up, Babe, I'm back," she said. She noticed the open whiskey bottle, the baby oil, the scattered tissues, and Sy's open laptop. The room smelled of stale whiskey. She picked up a crumpled tissue and sniffed it. Yes, he had broken his promise to her. 

"Oh, and someone seems to have lost his pants," she said with a laugh. She had made up her mind on the drive home to be angry with her husband for calling her back from her date, but he looked so ridiculous she couldn't help but laugh. She was so glad to see her husband again now that the Sturm und Drang of her date with Glenn was past. She felt as if a weight had been lifted and she was returning home victorious after a perilous quest. She hadn't appreciated until now just how stressful it had been. 

It must have been even more stressful for Sy, she thought. She shook him again. 

"Huh? What? Oh, Mandy! You're back! Oh, I'm so glad! That was just awful!"

He stood up and promptly sat down again. "I think I'm kinda fucked up," he slurred. 

"Come on, Babe. Let's go to bed," she said, helping him up. "So many things have happened today. I'm totally worn out. We can talk in the morning."

***

Amanda was up at her usual time Saturday morning, showered, dressed, and preparing two omelets. Sy appeared in his bathrobe, unshaven. He was ailing. He sat at the kitchen table and Amanda brought him a cup of coffee in his favorite cup. 

"Good morning, Babe," she said. "You look pretty rough. How much did you drink last night?"

Sy groaned and said, "Too much. I'm paying for it now." 

"Here's some ibuprofen. I thought you might need it," she said. She placed a glass of water and four tablets before him.

She sounds almost cheerful, he thought. What did that mean?

He had expected Mandy to lay into him over his drinking but to his surprise, she'd said nothing. She was almost too polite. He wanted conversation and he wanted details but Mandy seemed content with small talk. 

He had finished half his coffee before he finally spoke. 

"Uh...Mandy? So...uh...how'd it go?"

"Fine, Sy. No real problems," she said. She placed two omelets on the table, sat down, and began eating hers in silence. 

Sy stared at his omelet. "Uh...Mandy? Please, I'm dying here. Don't make me beg."

Amanda dropped her fork on her plate with a sharp clank that made Sy's head pound. He winced and instantly regretted his question.

"Okay, Sy, here it is. Yes, Glenn and I had intercourse last night, just one time. Then you asked...no, you demanded that I come home right away, and I did. I cut my evening short for you. Then I find you drunk on the couch after you promised not to drink. Furthermore, you'd been masturbating and you'd promised me you wouldn't. You had promised me, Sy! You broke your all promises!" 

He cringed at her anger but knew he deserved it. He had pushed her and pushed her and made her do this. Then, he had reacted badly when she had followed his wishes. If anything, he owed her an apology.

"Would you like some more coffee, Sy?" she asked. He nodded 'yes' and she brought it to him. 

"Uh...look, uh...Mandy? I'm...uh...I'm still a little fucked up right now. I'm sorry...really sorry. I couldn't keep my promises to you and...uh...I'm just sorry," he said, staring into his coffee. 

He looked up into her face for the first time. "Does this mean it's all over? Did I totally screw it up?" 

"What do you want, Sy? You looked like you suffered last night. But I'll do whatever you want. I can quit right now or we can keep going, but whatever we choose we have to work together. You can't go off on your own like you did last night. You've got to stick to the plan." 

He looked up sharply at her words. Did Mandy know he had spied on her at the hotel bar? He sighed a deep sigh. Fuck, his head hurt! But the conversation was arousing and to his surprise, he felt the stirrings of an erection.

"What are you getting out of this, Sy? I had a very nice evening with Glenn and we had some nice sex together. You drank whiskey and masturbated to porn. When I came home you looked miserable. Why did you put yourself through that? What were you thinking?"

Sy sighed. What was I thinking? Am I crazy to let her date another man? Who does that?

"I don't know, Mandy. It's agony but at the same time it feels so great. I want it and I hate it. It's a feeling that smothers me and I just can't think. It's the most amazing feeling you can imagine. And I do it for you, you know. I want you to have great sex. That's what I think about the most, you having great sex with Glenn." 

He was picking at his omelet. He knew he should eat. 

"But I have great sex with you, Sy. I don't need this!" she said, reaching across the table to hold his hands.

He lifted his head again to look at her. 

"You enjoyed it, Mandy, I can tell. I can see it in your eyes and hear it in your voice. Glenn made you come, didn't he?"

She nodded her head 'yes'. 

"And it was good, right? Real good?"

She nodded again. 

"So I want to keep going, Mandy. Let me deal with this...anxiety, whatever it is. I was excited beyond words last night, imagining you with Glenn. It was incredible knowing it was really happening. God, how I wanted to be there! It was exquisite agony and I can't explain it, but I want to do it again. I know that doesn't make any sense to you. It doesn't even make sense to me." 

He let out a long sigh and started again on his omelet. It felt good to talk. 

"It's lust, Sy. Pure lust for both of us. I feel it, too," she said. 

"Yeah, I know. Pure lust." He took another bite. "Thanks for breakfast, it's really good. Okay, I'll stick to the plan next time. No drinking and no wanking. I'll wait at home. I'm sorry about the calls and the texts. I guess you didn't get any of them since your phone was turned off." 

"Sy, I want you to say it. Say the words. Say you want your wife to go to her lover and have sex with him. Promise me no drinking and no masturbating. I want to hear it, Sy. Say the words or the game is over." 

"Okay, Mandy." He took a deep breath and let it out. 

"Go to your lover. Go to Glenn and have sex with him. I promise you, no drinking and no wanking while you're gone. But you've got to tell me everything, every little detail. Promise me no sneaking around behind my back. And please, tell me you'll let me watch someday. At least consider it. That's what I want, more than anything." 

He felt relieved she hadn't cut him off from the game.

"Okay, Sy, the game is still on. I know you want to watch, but not yet. I'm not ready for that. I won't ever sneak around on you. You'll always know everything I do. You stay home today and get over your hangover. Drink lots of water and take more ibuprofen this afternoon. We've been invited to Glenn and Tiffany's tonight at seven o'clock for dessert and coffee. I'm sure we'll talk all about it."

"Tonight? That's gonna be weird, talking with them, especially me talking to Glenn. So, does that mean that tonight...uh...that you and Glenn are going to...uh," he started, but she interrupted.

"No, Sy, I won't have sex with Glenn tonight. But Glenn wants to do it again and so do I. You go take a nap and get well. Recharge your batteries because you owe me some loving and I expect to collect."

She was smiling again. 

***

Five hours later, Sy woke refreshed from his nap. His headache was gone but his mouth tasted like the bottom of a bird's nest. He came into the kitchen shaved, dressed, and looking renewed. Amanda brought him a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice and served him a late lunch. They sat at the kitchen table next to each other while Sy ate. She stroked his hair and kissed his cheek. 

"Are you better now, Sy? I worry about you. You looked so miserable last night." Her arm went around his shoulder and she held him close.

"I'm good now, Mandy. That was the hardest and weirdest night I've ever had. But exciting, too. My head was all over the place. My brain was bouncing around like a ball in a panchinko machine."

He ate some more and continued. "I feel bad I couldn't keep my promises to you. I'm sorry I made you come home and ruined your date. I'm sorry about the boozing and the wanking, too. Once I started, it went out of control."

"I forgive you, Babe," she said. "And I owe you, too. You showed me a fantasy I didn't know I had. We're both new to this and we've got to expect bumps in the road. That's what Tiffany said. I think you did fine, Sy. It didn't go so smoothly for me, either."

"What happened? Is Glenn upset because of me?" he asked.

"Babe, listen. Glenn is going to go along with whatever you and I decide. Remember, this is our game and we call the shots. I'm your wife, not his. He only gets to have me because we let him. He knows that. Tiffany and I have talked about it."

They turned the kitchen chairs toward each other and interlaced their knees. They leaned forward, touched foreheads, and rubbed noses. This was something they'd done all the years they had been together. It was pow-wow time, a time for intimate truth-telling. 

"We're a team, Babe, you and me," Mandy said. "We're in this together and we share everything. I did this for you. I mean, I love you and that's why I did it. There's a lot about this I don't understand, but I'm willing to learn."

"I don't understand it, either," Sy said. "I mean, why do I feel this way? What I really mean is, what kind of husband wants his wife to have a boyfriend? If I think about it too much I feel really weird." 

"Sy, Glenn isn't my boyfriend and he's not my lover. He's just a guy I had sex with, just one time. You are my lover," she said, planting another kiss on his lips. 

"C'mon, Mandy. Glenn means more to you than that. Anyone can see that." 

She kissed his nose. "I know. He's my friend and we run together. He's also my boss. Isn't that kind of kinky, having sex with my boss? He's way older than me, too. Thinking about it makes me feel kinda...wicked." 

Sy was silent. "It is wicked, Mandy. Right now, I can't say if I hate it or love it." 

They stared into each other's eyes, foreheads pressed together. "I don't know either, Sy. I don't want it to cause you pain but I want to explore this some more. Glenn and I had something last night. Maybe call it lust because it's certainly not love, not like you and I have for each other. I couldn't have done what I did last night without your permission, Babe. I was scared but I knew you wanted me to do it. That gave me the courage to keep going."

She leaned forward to whisper in his ear. "I can't say this out loud, Sy. It's too wicked. I liked it. I liked it a lot. I liked it when Glenn undressed me. He stripped me to my bra and panties right in front of the big window. I could see my reflection. He took my stockings down and when I felt his fingers going down my thighs, it nearly made me come. I was sooo hot and sooo wet. I could smell my arousal and I'm sure Glenn could, too."

"Oh, Mandy! That is so fucking hot!"

"We got into bed and shivered together, Sy. He held me and kissed me and I asked him to take off my bra. I wanted to get my tits out for him. I wanted him to play with my nipples and pull them and twist them. I wanted him to make them hurt."

She was breathing heavily into his ear; panting, really.

"God, Mandy, that's just amazing to hear! Tell me more!"

Mandy giggled. "Take me upstairs and fuck me. Take me back from that wicked man who fucked your wicked wife last night and filled her with his jizz. God, it was dripping out of me all the way home!"

They stood and kissed and began undoing buttons and clasps. When they were naked, Mandy knelt and held her husband's penis while she licked up and down the shaft. She sucked on the crown and slid it into her mouth. She pressed her tongue down and forward and extended her neck. She swallowed; his penis didn't stop pushing until his cock head was lodged in her throat and her nose was firmly nested in his pubic hair and up against his belly. She pulled off and sat back on her heels, breathing heavily. His penis glistened with her saliva. 

"This is the cock I love, Babe, your cock. Take me upstairs and fuck me with this cock. Take your naughty wife back."

She turned and calmly walked up the stairs. Sy watched open-mouthed as she swiveled her hips and her bare bottom undulated up the stairs. She pulled the covers back and spread her legs on their bed.

"I did this for him, Sy. I pulled off my panties and spread my legs so he could fuck me. He was too gentle with me. I want you to fuck me hard. Pound my pussy. Come inside of me and fill me up. No diaphragm, Babe. Fuck a baby into me. Do me now!"

Sy mounted his wife and in one thrust slid into her to the hilt. Like she had done for Glenn, she locked her ankles behind his back and threw herself into fucking her husband. 

"Is this what Glenn did? Did he fuck you like this?" Sy grunted. He was pounding her with all he had. 

"No. He was too timid. You fuck me best! Fuck me hard! Put a baby in me!"

Sy's orgasm was unstoppable. With a roar, Sy reclaimed his adulterous wife and drove his semen deep into her vagina. His wife was his again. 

***

Glenn and Tiffany Talbot lived in a large, two-story Colonial in a leafy, upscale neighborhood with wide sidewalks and tree-lined streets. The house was built on the crest of a hill and had a full daylight basement that opened to the back yard, making it three stories in total. The view out the back was pastoral and territorial. Privacy was provided by dense vegetation on three sides. 

Sy rang the doorbell. After a few moments, Glenn opened the door and greeted them.

"Mandy, Sy, I'm so glad you've come!" he said. He shook Sy's hand then turned his attention to Amanda. 

"Mandy, you look absolutely gorgeous. Please, come in."

As soon as the door closed, Glenn put his arms around Amanda in a full, tight embrace. He bent her backward for a long, open-mouth kiss. Sy froze at this blatant display and was at a momentary loss. Tiffany appeared at his side, wearing a traditional Chinese red quju-robe with a black sash and long, full sleeves. She firmly took ahold of Sy's hand. 

"Let the lovers have their moment," Tiffany said. She led him into the living room while Sy gaped at the couple from over his shoulder. Glenn and Mandy shared little kisses and whispers and followed arm in arm to the living room. They sat down next to each other on a leather couch and snuggled close together. Tiffany seated Sy in a chair across from the couch. 

Seeing his wife acting so loving and affectionate toward Glenn unnerved Sy and he didn't know what to do. He realized Mandy was only doing what he had asked her to do. But actually seeing her and Glenn together was far, far different than the fantasy, and not in a good way for Sy. 

Tiffany saw Sy's growing agitation. "Sy, would you help me with the coffee, please?" she asked, and she led him into the kitchen. 

She pulled him around the corner, out of sight and earshot of the lovers, and said, "Well, Mister Cuckold, what do you think of that? Pretty intense, eh? Wait 'til you see them fuck. It'll blow your mind!" 

Tiffany's bold and vulgar talk left Sy speechless. He could scarcely catch his breath! He looked lost. 

"Calm down, Sy, I'm only jerking your chain. You've got to get used to seeing your wife and her lover together. Get out of your stupor and enjoy the subtle pleasures of your wife's affair. What did you expect to see? You said you want to watch my husband fuck your wife, but you can't do that until you toughen up!"

She reached for Sy's crotch and felt his penis through his slacks. "Hard as a rock, just as I suspected, Sy. You're getting off on this, aren't you?"

Sy was completely flummoxed by Tiffany's bold aggression. He had totally misjudged her. He had her figured for a demure Asian housewife, but she was the Dragon Lady! 

He'd asked for this and Amanda, Tiffany, and Glenn had only given him what he's asked for. He felt totally unnerved and disoriented. 

"I just threw you into the deep end of the pool but you're not swimming, Sy. You're just thrashing around. Get a grip. You know how to swim and you won't drown. Slow down, relax, and enjoy it. Swim the warm waters of sins of the flesh," Tiffany added with a little laugh.

"You'll get to watch them fuck, Sy. I've convinced Mandy you need to watch. It's your kink, it's essential for you. But she's not ready, not yet. But she'll get there and that's what you want, right? To watch them fuck?"

Tiffany's rough language felt like heavy body blows raining down upon him. He finally found his voice and struggled to form a coherent sentence.

"Right...but, uh...oh, man!" He shook his head to clear his thoughts. "But that's really upsetting, seeing them together like that. It's a lot different than I thought it would be." 

"See? You aren't ready to watch. But soon. I've got to get you ready."

At least he could talk about it. Something about Tiffany's manner made her easy to talk to, even when she was deliberately needling him. 

Tiffany placed a coffee carafe and four cups and saucers on a large tray, along with cream and sugar. Sy brought the tray into the living room and placed it on the center table. Mandy and Glenn sat close together on the couch, holding hands. Mandy looked at her husband with a sly smile and Sy knew they had been kissing and making out while he had been in the kitchen. 

They'd probably had their tongues down each other's throats, he thought. It made him jealous but at the same time, excited. He didn't want them to see how he felt. He poured four cups of coffee and Tiffany brought out a tray with four plates of tiramisu. 

"This tiramisu was made by my good friend, Andre. You've had his cheesecake, Mandy. At the Cattle Club, remember?" she said, winking at Glenn. 

The four of them made small talk while they ate. Left unspoken was any mention of what had happened the previous night. Sy was terribly conflicted. He wanted to talk about it but at the same time, he dreaded it. He felt left out and embarrassed. Sy's mind was in turmoil and Tiffany's breezy conversation was driving him crazy. 

They finished coffee and dessert, and Tiffany announced that Glenn would take Sy down to the basement while she and Amanda remained upstairs to talk.

After the two men had gone downstairs, Tiffany closed the stairway door and took Amanda back into the living room. 

"See how easy that was, Mandy? Sy didn't make a peep. Did he catch you and Glenn making out?"

"No, we heard him coming and stopped in time, I think," she replied.

"He knows, Mandy. He didn't catch you in the act, but he knows. But he didn't object, did he? Isn't that exciting?"

"Yes, I feel like such a naughty wife!" Amanda said with a nervous laugh. 

"You are a naughty wife, Mandy, and you love it. And your husband loves it, too. Sy wants you to be a very, very naughty wife, and he's just told you so again. Now, tell me all about last night. Did you have fun? Glenn told me Sy made you come home early. Don't you worry, I know what to do about that." She sat down next to Amanda and the two women began to talk. 

***

Alone with Sy in the basement, Glenn walked over to a cabinet and took out two shot glasses and a bottle of Patron. He poured two shots of the smooth blanco tequila and gave one to Sy.

"Cheers, Sy! Does a number on your head, doesn't it?" He downed the shot and Sy followed suit. 

"I mean, seeing Mandy that way? Look, I'm sorry if that was a bit over the top. Tiffany wanted me to put you to the test. You passed, by the way, with flying colors. If you'd freaked-out, this game would've ended. So good job, Sy. You were strong and that's good because you'll need to be. 

"In fairness to you, you should know that Mandy wasn't in on the set-up. I pushed her pretty hard, so it was a test for her as well. But as you saw, she's totally into this. Once she gets over her shyness, I predict you'll get to watch her to your heart's content. That's what you really want, right? To watch her?"

"Yeah, to watch. But that was so intense, Glenn. You caught me by surprise. You were kissing her in the living room while I was in the kitchen, weren't you?" 

Glenn smiled and said, "Look, just play along and enjoy the ride, okay? It's all a game and Tiffany is a master. She's the one really in charge and she wants everyone to have a good time. You can quit anytime, you know. In fact, any one of us can stop the whole thing anytime with no hard feelings. That's how Tiff and I have always played.

"You're going to be introduced to a lot of new things, Sy. Some are very pleasurable things but other things will test you. Trust me. Go with the flow for now, that's my advice."

Glenn poured two more shots and led Sy to the sofa, taking the bottle with him. They downed their shots and sat in silence for a minute before Glenn spoke again.

"Sy, you're going to be whipsawed by your emotions. Most of the time, Mandy's going to be very loving and attentive to you. That's normal for a woman getting sex on the side with her husband's permission. She's going to feel grateful to you for that, so enjoy it.

"But at other times she'll be distant and dismissive, like she doesn't care about you anymore. When she's getting ready for a date you'll feel the cold distance. It will tear you apart when she leaves to be with me, but you'll feel such joy when she comes back to you. I'll always send her back to you, Sy. Or I'll take her back, myself. She's your wife and I'm only borrowing her. I'll take good care of her."

Sy understood. Yesterday, all day and all evening long, he had alternated between overwhelming excitement and sheer panic.

"That's normal, Sy. There's something oddly erotic about the extreme anxiety when your wife is on a date. I know, because I've felt it myself, many times. Eventually, you'll learn it's the angst itself that is the aphrodisiac. That's the real source of your excitement, so learn to manage your angst. The sooner you learn, the more you'll enjoy the game. 

"When Tiff and I first started, I wanted her to date other men but at the same time, I hated it. I was full of self-doubt and I got angry with myself and with her, too. It seemed to me she was enjoying her dates way too much. I was jealous and full of regret, so we'd stop. Then we'd start again, usually at my suggestion. What I'm saying is, expect a lot of confusing emotions."

The two men sat in contemplation until Glenn broke the silence.

"So, how did it go for you last night, Sy?"

"I was doing okay until Mandy texted me she had 'hours to go'. When I saw that, I couldn't stand it anymore."

Glenn smiled. "That was me, Sy. I sent that text, not Mandy. I was selfish and I wanted to keep her a little longer for myself. I'm sorry, I should have been more sensitive to your feelings. It was your first time, after all." 

"That was you?" Sy laughed. "Oh, man, I thought Mandy was abandoning me!" The two men shared a laugh together.

"More?" Glenn asked, holding up the tequila bottle. He poured two more shots.

"Sy, in my experience a woman can focus her sexual energy on only one man at a time. When she's with you, you'll feel great. But when she's with me? You're going to feel left out, big time. But enjoy it, even if it's tearing you apart. That's a big part of the whole experience and an important part. If you're going crazy, call Tiff. She's a good shoulder to cry on. She always knows what to do." 

Sy contemplated this new perspective. Oddly enough, Glenn's words comforted him. He felt like a stranger who had wandered into an unknown land. He needed a guide. He needed a sympathetic friend, even if that friend had fucked his wife last night and planned to fuck her again. 

"Look Sy, I don't want any hard feelings between you and me. I only get to have sex with your wife because you allow it. We both know that, and I'm very grateful to you. Thank-you, Sy. Mandy's special to me and I'll always treat her well. I'll never hurt her." 

He paused. "Well, if you don't count a playful spanking once in a while. Those might sting a little," he said, chuckling. 

Both men grinned. The tequila was kicking in. Glenn held up the bottle. "Another?"

"Yeah, just one more. Mandy can drive home." They downed the shots and Glenn resumed talking. 

"I've got to tell you, Sy, Mandy is so wonderful. I've been in love with her for years. Really, from the very first moment I met her. But I love my wife, too. Tiff and me, we've got a bond, ya know? A love that can't be broken. I know it's the same with you and Mandy. I'm not trying to steal Mandy away from you. She'll always be yours; I'm just borrowing her. Anyway, she's too young for me and I'm too married to Tiff. 

"You're sharing her with me for a few hours and I respect that, man, and I respect you for doing it. It's not easy and I should know, 'cause I've shared Tiff with other men for years. I've been through it all. Anytime you want to talk, if anything ever bothers you, you call me and we'll get together and hash it out. I want this to be fun for everyone, especially for you." 

This time, Sy picked up the bottle and poured Glenn and himself another shot. He was rapidly getting drunk and he knew it, but he wanted to tell Glenn something. He needed to fortify his courage to say it.

"Thanks, Glenn. It's weird, isn't it, me thanking you for fucking my wife? But I know you love her and that's okay because I want her to be loved and I want her to get fucked real good and...I...I don't know why I feel this way but I think you and Tiffany understand me. That means a lot to me, Glenn. So, yeah, I'll go along, play along, give you my wife to fuck. I mean, that's what I want, anyway. Just fuckin' weird, huh?" he slurred. 

Glenn was feeling the tequila, too. 

"I've gotta tell you, Sy. Last night? Your wife looked like an angel with my cock inside of her. I nearly came just looking down at her face. And we're gonna do it again 'cause Mandy wants to. I'm gonna fuck your wife all kinds of ways, Sy. I mean, if I can talk her into doing it? I'm gonna do it. Are you good with that?" Glenn's speech was slurred and he wondered if he was making sense.

"Yeah, man, I'm good," Sy replied. "Just be good to her. She means the world to me." 

***

Back at home, Amanda informed Sy that her next date with Glenn was next Saturday, only a week away.

"Another date? So soon?" 

"Well, our last date was cut short. This time, we're going out on Saturday night and I won't be home until Sunday morning. It's an overnighter, Sy, and you're driving us. You'll drop Glenn and me off at the Savoy and you'll go back home by yourself. You'll pick us up again at noon on Sunday and take us home."

"I'm driving? And you're spending the whole night together?" Sy asked. He looked stricken.

"Yes, all night and part of the next day, too," she said. "You interrupted our last date so this overnight date is to make up for that. You'll have to sit right here at home and wait for me to call."

"Is this Tiffany's idea?" Sy asked.

Amanda didn't answer. Instead, she reached behind her chair and brought forth a paper bag. She opened it and removed Sy's black baseball cap and wrap-around sunglasses and placed them on the table before him. Sy stared at them.

"You saw me?" he asked, incredulous.

"Yes, Sy, and I was quite angry at the time. Now listen carefully. Tiffany wants to punish you for this. There's the boozing and the wanking, two phone calls, four text messages, plus your spying. And worst of all, you stopped Glenn and me just after we had gotten started."

Sy's eyes were wide.

"Tiffany suggested we do it tomorrow night. I told her no, I wanted to think about it first. But I could easily change my mind, Sy. If I change my mind, I'll deliver you to her tender mercies. What I decide depends on how well you behave yourself." 

"What's she going to do to me?" Sy asked. His voice sounded tight.

"That's for Tiffany to decide. She and I had a talk while you and Glenn were downstairs getting drunk. I've turned your punishment over to her, Sy. Get a shower and meet me in bed. You owe me some attention."

Sy walked upstairs and thought about what had happened this evening and the evening before. The alcohol had mostly worn off and he was beginning to think more clearly again. Things had happened so fast! Once Mandy had said 'yes', events had begun to careen out of control.

At least, out of my control, he thought.

Sy liked Glenn and trusted him with Mandy. Tiffany, on the other hand, was unsettling. He most certainly did not want to be subjected to her 'tender mercies', whatever that might mean. 

*** 

They made love again that night. It was urgent and over quickly. It felt good to reconnect after so much had happened in such a short span of time. In their sexual afterglow, Amanda told Sy the whole story of Friday night, including how Glenn had spotted him in the bar and how Amanda had burst into tears in Glenn's hotel room. 

"Mandy, did you really start crying? Did you have to force yourself to do it? Was it that bad?"

"No, Babe, it wasn't like that. I was uncertain and scared at first, but I got through it," she said.

"Yeah, but what did you get out of it? I know what I got. Even though you think I suffered, I really didn't. Not the way you think. I shared you with Glenn and he gave you some great sex. I was insanely turned on but insanely jealous at the same time. The weird thing is, the better it is for you, the better it is for me. And in some even weirder way, the better it is for Glenn, the better it is for me. Super-weird, huh? But what about you?"

"Honestly?" she asked. She paused to collect her thoughts. There were so many things!

"The whole thing was exciting, Sy. I had the first-date jitters. Getting dressed while you watched? That sure built up the tension. I could see you were anxious, especially when I kissed you goodbye. I was afraid I'd chicken out if I let you get your arms around me and give me a real kiss, so I just gave you a peck and left as quickly as I could. That was really hard for me. I wanted to turn around and go back, but I didn't.

"Then there was the secrecy at work. All day long, Glenn and I had to pretend everything was normal. I really had the jitters but I couldn't show it. Could you tell from my text messages?"

Sy shook his head. "No, you seemed perfectly fine to me, like you didn't need me at all."

"Well, I wasn't fine. I felt like everybody knew, like it was written all over my face. After work, I left my car at Walmart and rode with Glenn. That's when I finally started to relax.

"We had drinks in the bar and flirted and held hands. It felt electric. I got angry when we saw you in the bar spying on us, but even that was exciting! I knew you couldn't stay away from me and it made me almost giddy! You were aching for me but you couldn't have me. You could see me but you couldn't touch me. It made me feel so sexy and so alive. I walked right past you without even looking at you, Sy. What a rush! I felt like the most desired woman in the world!"

Sy grimaced. He remembered how his wife had walked past him as if he wasn't there. She had passed by fully enveloped in an erotic cloud of witchery, totally unavailable to him. She had been radiant, self-possessed, and complete. Yet, she had been mysterious like an enchanted, magical creature. She had glided by so closely he might have reached out and touched her, but he hadn't dared. At his slightest touch, she might have vanished, forever. 

In that moment she had existed in a parallel erotic universe. It was a universe in which he could be only a spectator. It had torn his heart out! He had been excited beyond words! His heart had nearly stopped when he had seen Glenn's hand on Mandy's bottom. In that moment, he knew Glenn had claimed his wife. It had taken all his willpower to stop from jumping off the barstool to take her home. But that would have broken her erotic spell. He couldn't have done that to her. 

Mandy continued. "We had dinner and danced. I felt so close to Glenn! I seduced him and he seduced me. It was very exciting! I felt like I was flying.

"I planned the sex, Sy. I had it all planned out and it fell apart. I mean, I fell apart. But even that was exciting. Glenn was wonderful to me. He offered to take me home but I said 'no'. I wanted to go through with it. I did it for you, Sy, but I also did it for Glenn. More than anything last night, I wanted to please Glenn. But there's always been something more and last night I finally figured it out. I did it for myself." 

"For yourself?" 

"Yes, for myself. I did it for me." She carefully considered her next words. "Sy, Glenn is a very attractive man and he makes me feel safe and sexy and desired. I like that feeling. Last night, I was his queen and he was my knight. It was magical and I felt free. I wanted him." 

"Mandy, was the sex good? Did you enjoy it?" He knew the answer but he wanted to hear her say it.

"Once I got over my crying? Yes, I enjoyed it, I enjoyed it very much. I felt safe and Glenn's always been so sweet to me. He was considerate and gentle, but hard and rough when he needed to be. He's a good lover, Sy. He's strong and he has a hard body. He has a strong, hard penis, too!" she added with a little giggle.

Mandy had always been a tease. Sy knew he was being baited and he tried to ignore that last remark. For a long moment, they lay together in silence. In his mind's eye, Sy saw what had happened last night. Glenn's strong, hard penis had gone in and out of his wife, over and over again. In his mind's eye, he saw Glenn plowing Mandy hard into the mattress while she urged him on.

Amanda raised herself up on one elbow to look at her husband. 

"Don't you want to know, Sy? About his penis?" she said with a lilt in her voice. He nodded his head 'yes' and felt embarrassed.

"You're both about the same size. I know you're curious about that. I know you want Glenn to be bigger but he's not. Not really. His penis curves upward and yours is pretty straight. It felt different inside of me. Not better, but different. But different in a nice way. 

"And Babe? I took him bare like we agreed, no condom. I wanted to feel his bare penis and I wanted to feel his warm cum spread around inside of me. And I wanted Glenn to feel me, too. I wanted it to be good for him. I wore my diaphragm and used the jelly like I promised. It's not my fertile time of the month so I'm probably safe...but there's always a chance."

Sy winced at that remark. It was one thing to fantasize about it, but quite another to hear his wife say she had done it.

"Did you take him in your mouth, Mandy?" Sy had to know but feared the answer. He had often imagined his wife sucking her boss's cock and this lurid thought aroused both excitement and dread. 

"Not yet, Sy, but next time I will. I'm going to suck his cock the way he wants me to. Isn't that what you've always told me? Isn't that what you've always wanted?" 

Sy ignored her last remark. She was trying to provoke him. 

"Did you come on his cock?" 

"Oh yes! He was hitting all the right spots and I came like a machine gun, one right after another. It went on and on. We both came together, actually. I think my orgasms set him off. 

"Right after we finished, I immediately thought of you, Sy. Glenn took my picture and sent it to you, just like you asked. I thought I looked 'freshly fucked' and Glenn and I laughed about that. Could you see it in my face? Glenn sent the picture and...well, then we saw all your phone calls and texts, and...well, after that, you know what happened."

Sy knew what'd happened. Last night had caused him the most exquisite, agonizing, stinging pain he could imagine. 

"Mandy, do you want to keep doing this?"

"Yes, Sy. Very much."

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End of chapter five. Thank you for reading.