Our last adventure was with the two young men we had picked up cruising. We took them to a local hotel and Carol had sex with them while I watched. Now that we were at home our adventurous sexual lifestyle had to be more discrete. We were both socially active people in the community and held somewhat prominent jobs. We continued to go to parties and community events, looking to see if an opportunity for an adventure would present itself.

Our sexual adventures had become very important to us and our relationship. We had done so many different things, group sex, lesbian sex, gay sex, double and triple penetrations, on beaches, yachts and in Jamaica. Through it all we had a deeply loving marriage.

We went to a party the next weekend. Carol wore a gossamer summer dress with no underwear. She danced with several men and always humped them and gave them noticeable erections. Mark, our first sexual adventure and the person she had sex with our first weekend home, was there. He danced with Carol and his hands were all over her on the dance floor. They came back to me all hot and bothered. Carol gave me a questioning look.

I took her aside and said, "There can't be any continuing sexual relationships. I don't want you with Mark again. I won't risk losing you."

Carol and I danced the next slow song. She looked at me and asked, "Are you jealous? There can be no other love in my life than you."

I couldn't explain my sudden feelings of insecurity or the painful realization that some of our adventures created the circumstances for a romantic entanglement.

After the dance I went to get us some drinks. I got waylaid by some friends and about thirty minutes later came back with the drinks. Carol wasn't there. I looked all over the dance floor, waited outside the Ladies room and asked around. No Carol. I went out to where the cars were parked and heard some groans. I walked over to our car and there was Carol on her knees sucking Mark's cock and fingering herself.

I lost it. I yelled "Carol". She stopped abruptly.

Mark was beyond the point of no return and he came all over her.

My emotions were rampaging, uncontrollable rage and fear, jealousy and betrayal. This was supposed to be something we did together. What Carol did was cheating. I stood there frozen. I said to Mark, "Get out of here and stay away from Carol." He looked puzzled and a little afraid. He started to say something then saw the look on my face and zipped up and left. Carol just stood there looking afraid and wounded.

I said to her, "Get in the car now! We'll talk at home."

We drove home in silence.

When we got there Carol started to talk.

I said, "Shut up."

I said, "You cheated on me. I don't know if I can stay married to a cheat."

Carol said, "Dick please, please forgive me. I didn't know you'd take it that way."

I said, "How could you not know when I was so specific about Mark. Were you overcome with lust? There is no fucking excuse. We always did these things together. Have you cheated with others?"

Carol came over to me, tears falling down her face, to put her arms around me. I rebuffed her. I pushed her away. At that moment I wanted nothing to do with her. My world was crumbling.

I told Carol that I was going to a hotel tonight. She could call me on my cell if there were any emergency. I went into the bedroom and bathroom and packed some clothes and toiletries.

I checked into the Peabody hotel. I brought a bottle of whiskey to my room and drank until I passed out. I woke up several times and each time there were tears on my face. Deep in the night there was a knock on my door. I went to the peephole and it was Carol. I opened the door and said,

"What are you doing here?"

Carol fell to her knees and literally crept into the room. Her face was puffy and her eyes red.

She said, "Dick I can't live without you. I love you more than anything. Forgive me. I'll never do anything like that again. Tell me what you want. We'll give up sex games if you want to."

My emotions were again in a turmoil. Carol and I had been married for nearly eight years. They were the happiest years of my life. She was the woman I planned on spending the rest of my life with. Carol is the most beautiful, smart, sensual, loving woman I'd ever met. She had hurt me. But I couldn't keep hurting her.

Carol was still kneeling on the floor, her head down, her eyes covered and was sobbing uncontrollably.

I couldn't do it. I gently pulled her up and wrapped my arms around her. I started cradling and soothing her.

I said, "Shhh, Shhh, we'll be all right. I love you forever."

I knew I was the one that initiated and encouraged the sex games. Maybe it was a foolish thing to do, risk our marriage. Maybe it was time for the games to end.

I carried Carol over to the bed and got us both under the covers. She was still whimpering and tears were still flowing. We held each other and whispered soothing, reassuring words to each other. We stayed that way for the rest of the night. Neither of us slept.

To be continued - Maybe