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The Proposition Ch 5

by Wayne C. Rogers

 

 

It was 7:30 in the evening on Friday night, and the kids were in the living room watching the video of Hannibal with Anthony Hopkins and Julianne Moore. Don’t ask me why, but Steven and Elizabeth seemed to have a rather bizarre fascination with the character of Hannibal “The Cannibal” Lecter and thought he was almost as funny as he was scary. In fact, Steven kept whispering to his sister that he was going to eat her liver with some lima beans and a

cold Dr. Pepper. He would then make that slurping sound with his lips that Anthony Hopkins made in Silence of the Lambs, causing Elizabeth to scream with delight. She’d then smack him in the side of the head and tell him to act his age. Since Elizabeth was twelve and Steven was eleven, I figured that both of them were pretty much acting their ages.

 

As I headed upstairs to see if Danielle was ready to leave, I felt a deep sense of trepidation in the pit of my stomach. We had to drop off the kids at her parent’s house for the weekend and then drive over to the airport to pick up Roger Corbin, who was flying in from Minneapolis to be with my wife. This was the man she was now in love with. I even suspected that somewhere in the back of her mind was the idea of divorcing me and marrying him, if her plans worked out.

 

Danielle had met Roger on the Internet back during the last half of July. He was a handsome, rich, middle-aged businessman who flew into Las Vegas at least once a month. When he’d come into town a few weeks later, they got together and spent the weekend up at Mt. Charleston. From what my wife had told me, they’d done little more than fuck for the entirety of those two days. And it wasn’t the normal, everyday kind of sex that most people seem to have.

 

No, this was something closer to a mystical experience!

 

My wife had explained to me, in a voice filled with outright awe, that not only was Roger well endowed, but that he was also extremely potent. When he’d fucked her, each bout of sex had lasted close to two hours, leaving her in a state of unbelievable bliss; and, they didn’t have sex just once a day, but rather several times a days. This stranger had flown in from the Midwest and had fucked her in a way she’d never experienced before, carrying her to undeniable levels of heavenly satisfaction.

 

It also changed Danielle in a way I could never have predicted.

 

After Roger had returned to Minneapolis and my wife had come home, worn out from their sexual escapades, she couldn’t stop talking about him and the weekend they’d shared together. When Danielle would get home from work during the weeks that followed, she’d immediately sign on to AOL to see if he was online. If he was, she would Instant Message him, and they’d write each other back and forth for hours at a time.

 

I was intelligent enough to recognize the signs and to understand that my wife had developed extremely strong feelings for this guy after only spending a couple of days with him. I wasn’t, however, smart enough to figure out what to do about it. That was the crux of the problem.

 

When Danielle and I had gotten married, I’d agreed to give up all rights as a husband and to serve her as a slave. Because of our arrangement, my wife had the freedom to date anyone she wanted, and she’d exercised this right continuously during the course of our marriage. I found her extra-marital encounters to be a turn-on, and I encouraged her to cuckold me as often as she desired. Of course, we both understood that there was a certain amount of risk involved and that she might fall in love with one of her sexual partners. This had happened in June with a real-estate developer. I think, however, that the risk added enormously to the excitement of her affairs, bringing a bit of tension to each encounter. Like moths to a flame, we wanted to get as close to the fire as possible, but without getting burned.

 

As crazy as it may sound I never thought for a moment that there was a chance she would actually leave me for another man. Maybe it was ignorance on my part. I don’t know. The way I viewed our marriage was that Danielle had a husband who waited on her hand and foot, while allowing her the complete freedom to date other men. Why would she give up a perfect situation to be in a monogamous relationship with someone else who might try to control her actions? It simply didn’t compute for me. What I failed to grasp was the power of love, especially with regards to a woman.

 

I didn’t really begin to worry about my wife’s relationship with Roger until after the second weekend they spent together.

 

He flew back into town near the end of August. Danielle used my Rodeo so that they could drive up to Lake Mead and rent a small cabin on the lake. When the two lovebirds got there late Friday evening, they spent most of the night having sex. The next day, they rented a powerboat and explored Lake Mead. They found a hidden cove with a sandy beach where they could eat their packed lunches, get some sun, and spend the afternoon making love. They later fucked that night and then again the next morning.

 

What made this trip slightly different from the one they’d taken to Mt. Charleston in July was that Roger had insisted on using condoms during their first weekend together. This time around, however, Danielle wanted to strengthen the bond between them, and she talked her lover into ejaculating inside of her each time they had sex. She told Roger that when he flew back to Minneapolis, she wanted to know that there was a part of him still inside of her.

 

After Roger left Las Vegas and she returned home, I could immediately tell that there was a difference in her. She allowed me to orally service her so that I could taste the semen of the man she loved, but then refused to have intercourse with me. When I asked her why, she told me that as Mistress of the house, it was her prerogative as to whether or not I was permitted to have sexual intercourse with her. My wife then said that there were going to be changes within the general scope of our marriage. I asked what changes, but she ignored me. That was when I first began to suspect that she was planning to leave me.

 

The next two weeks were agonizing.

 

Though she continued to see Timothy on Tuesday nights and to occasionally date other men on the weekends, most of her free time was spent on AOL, conversing with Roger and planning their next tryst together.

 

The distance between her and I seemed to be growing bigger. Danielle wouldn’t answer any of my questions, nor tell me what was wrong. In fact, she began to treat me more like an actual slave with each passing day, making demands that pushed me to the limits of my endurance.

 

It was at the end of those two weeks that Danielle finally explained to me what was going on and the changes that she wanted to instigate within our marriage. My wife told me that she was in love with Roger and was considering a divorce. She said that until a final decision was made, I could continue to live at the house, but only in the capacity of a slave. There would be no further sexual contact between us, other than to orally service her as the need arose. She then struck to the core of the issue by informing me that my six-inch dick simply couldn’t compete with Roger’s eight-and-a-half-inch cock, or Timothy’s eight-inch one. Danielle saw no reason to continue having intercourse with me when I couldn’t even please her in the same manner as her lovers. Since I was there to serve her, rather than the other way around, she saw no reason to continue ignoring the obvious.

 

If I couldn’t handle the role of full-time slave, I was free to leave at any time. But, once I left, I’d never be allowed to return. What it basically boiled down to was that my wife wanted me to stay, until she decided what to do with Roger. She wasn’t quite ready to lose her slave, or the added income I brought into the family.

 

I knew that at this point, Danielle was simply using me.

 

Still, I loved her enough that I wasn’t willing to throw in the towel just yet. It was possible that Roger didn’t share her feelings of mutual love. He struck me as a player who enjoyed his freedom too much. I couldn’t see him marrying a middle-aged woman with two children to support, no matter how good of a fuck she was. There were simply too many fish in to ocean for a man like him to choose from.

 

All I could do was hold my breath and try to be patient

 

When I entered the master bedroom, I saw Danielle sitting on the side of bed, fastening a garter stab to the stocking on her right leg. She had on an attractive powder-blue summer dress with short sleeves and a white belt around the waist. The nylons were skin-tone, and the garter belt was light blue in color. As I walked over to her, she stretched out her leg in front of me and ran her hand down it in order to smooth out the wrinkles. She then readjusted the two garter stabs on that side so that the stocking would be nice and tight. I always loved watching her do this. It was a sexy sight to behold. As I came to a stop directly in front of her, I caught a brief glimpse up her dress and saw that she wasn’t wearing any panties. “What time is it?” Danielle asked. She saw where my eyes were directed and gave me a little smile. “Roger asked me not to wear any underwear tonight. I think he has something special planned.”

 

“It’s about 7:35,” I answered.

 

“We need to get going,” my wife said, standing up. She walked over to the dresser bureau and got her purse. We’ll probably have to spend a little bit of time with my parents so they won’t think I’m neglecting them.”

 

“Do the kids have their stuff packed for the weekend?” I asked.

 

“Yes.”

 

“Let’s hit the road.”

 

I followed Danielle out of the bedroom and down the staircase to the living room, watching her move as if seeing her for the first time. I not only felt a strong physical attraction for this beautiful woman, but also a love so great that I sometimes felt as if my heart was going to burst.

 

“Turn off the television,” she said to the kids. “It’s time to go.”

 

“But mom!” Steven whined. “It’s just getting to the good part. They’re going to feed Hannibal the Cannibal to these wild pigs.”

 

“You’re not even old enough to be watching a movie like that.”

 

“It’s cool,” Elizabeth said.

 

“Off with the television,” my wife warned, “or I’ll be feeding both of you to the pigs.”

 

The kids groaned about the unfairness of it all, turned off the television, and picked up their backpacks from off the floor. They wanted to take Hannibal with them to their grandparent’s house, but Danielle vetoed the idea. She didn’t want to receive a lecture from her mother about what and what not to let the children watch.

 

As we headed out the front door, I left the lights on in the living room. Danielle and I would be coming back to the house with Roger. He’d be spending the weekend with us, sleeping in the master bedroom with my wife, while I slept in the study like a well-trained submissive husband.

 

It was 9:15 by the time Danielle and I got to McCarran International Airport to pick up her lover. We’d spent more time at her parent’s house than anticipated, causing us to be late for the arrival of Roger’s nine o’clock flight. As I pulled the Rodeo into a fifteen-minute parking zone in front of the Arrival terminal for Continental Airlines, I told my wife that he was probably in the process of claiming his suitcase at Baggage and to check there first. She opened the door on the passenger’s side of the SUV, climbed out, and then disappeared into the building.

 

Ten minutes slowly passed before both of them came walking out of the terminal. Roger was carrying a suitcase in his left hand and had his right arm draped casually around Danielle’s slim waist. My wife bumped playfully against him with her hip as she laughed at something he was saying. I could see the happiness etched across her face at having her lover back in town. It had been a long time since I’d last seen her look at me in that manner.

 

My heart ached with fear and sorrow.

 

As they headed over to the Rodeo, I got out and stepped around to the back so that I could open the rear door for Roger’s piece of luggage. He shook hands with me, asked me how things were going, and then handed me his suitcase like I was a taxi driver. I felt myself becoming angry as I watched them climb into the back seat of the SUV from the passenger’s side. I’d expected Danielle to ride up front with me, but it looked like she had other plans for the trip back to our house. Placing Roger’s suitcase into the rear of the Rodeo, I shut the door and then walked back around to the driver’s side. I got in, closed my door, turned the ignition on, and pulled the vehicle away from the curb.

 

“I’ve missed you so much,” Danielle said to her lover as I drove out of the airport and took the expressway back to the northwest side of town. “I wish you could come to Vegas more often.”

 

“So do I,” Roger said.

 

There was a long moment of silence, and then I suddenly heard the sounds of them kissing each other. Glancing into the rearview mirror, I saw that they had their arms wrapped tightly around one another and that their lips were locked together in a long kiss that was filled with heated passion.

 

Thank God it’s night and that the Rodeo has tinted windows, I thought to myself with obvious relief.

 

I tried to keep my eyes on the road and from hitting another motorist as their kissing gradually became more frantic and forceful in nature. When I next looked in the rearview mirror, I could see Roger unbuttoning the front of Danielle’s dress. His right hand then disappeared inside the garment so that he could fondle her left breast. That, however, wasn’t enough for him. A few seconds later, the top half of her dress was pulled wide apart, revealing her voluptuous breasts cupped within the tight confines of her sexy blue-laced bra. He quickly unsnapped the front of her bra and exposed both of her breasts with their hard nipples standing erect on the mounds of tanned flesh. Pinching the nipple on her left breast, Roger caused my wife to moan loudly with pleasure. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back on the seat, enjoying the intense sensations that were coursing through her body. Roger then lowered his head to her chest and began to kiss and lick and suck at her breasts like a man possessed.

 

Danielle gently rubbed the back of his head, encouraging him not to stop in his sexual endeavors. Though I couldn’t see it in the darkness of the Rodeo, I instinctively knew that Roger had his hand up her dress with one or more fingers buried deep within the moist enclosure of her vagina. It was evident from the movement of her body that my wife was grinding her pelvis against his roaming hand. She was definitely in a dream-like state of euphoria, and her moans of passion were growing steadily louder with each passing minute.

 

It was at that precise moment that a passing motorist blinked his headlights and honked his horn at me in order to stop my excursion over into his lane. I swiftly steered the SUV back to the right, feeling my heart pounding from the sudden adrenaline rush. Looking up into the rearview mirror, I saw Danielle’s eyes staring at me from the shadows of the back seat. Roger still had his mouth glued to the nipple on her left breast like a newborn child. I figured it would take more than a close encounter with death to distract him from whatever he was doing.

 

“You need to keep your eyes on the road, William,” Danielle said with a touch of humor in her silky voice. “We wouldn’t want to have an accident.”

 

I nodded my head.

 

A small, wicked smile began to slowly form on her lips as she held Roger’s head tenderly to her breast. I knew that smile and what it meant. Danielle was getting ready to fuck with my mind.

 

“You’re driving me crazy,” she said to her lover. “I can’t wait any longer. I need to feel your hard cock inside of me right now.”

 

Roger stopped sucking at her nipple and sat back up. He looked at her for several seconds and then said, “Are you sure?”

 

“Yes,” she answered.

 

“What about your husband?”

 

“Don’t worry him,” Danielle stated. Her eyes drifted playfully back to the rearview mirror and met mine. “He needs to see what it’s like when I have a real man between my legs who can fuck me in the way I desire.” Roger didn’t say another word.

 

Pushing my wife down onto the seat so that she was stretched out, he hurriedly undid his belt and pants, and lowered them to his upper thighs. While he was doing that, Danielle unbuckled the belt around her own waist and then finished unbuttoning the rest of her dress. She quickly pulled the bottom half of the dress up around her hips so that it wouldn’t get stained. Then, placing her right ankle on top of the back seat, she pressed her left foot against the side of the front passenger’s seat. This would enable Roger to enter her more easily. He got up on his knees and moved between her legs with his huge cock jutting out in front of him, and it was huge.

 

Danielle had told me that his cock was eight-and-a-half inches long and at least an inch in diameter. From where I was sitting, it looked a hell-of-a-lot bigger than that! Darting my eyes back and forth from the highway in front of me to the rearview mirror, I watched as he took my wife’s legs and pushed them back toward her shoulders so that she was completely open for him. He then positioned the head of his penis at the entrance to her cunt and began to gradually ease it into her an inch at a time.

 

She made a soft whimpering sound at the back of her throat.

 

By the time we were halfway home, Roger was fucking my wife with long steady strokes of his cock, burying it right up to the hilt and then pulling it back out, until only the head of it rested inside the swollen lips of her pussy. He certainly knew how to sexually torture her. She was crying and pleading and groaning and yelling and begging him not to stop. Underneath all of that, I could hear the sounds of him grunting with effort and his body slapping repeatedly against hers. They were like two rutting animals going at it in the woods…their bodies locked together at the genitals, until the male finally achieves his climax.

 

“Oh, God!” Danielle kept screaming as orgasm after orgasm ripped through her body.

 

When the fifth one hit her, the force of it caused her to frantically grip the top of my seat with her left hand and to press the bottom of her left foot tightly against the side of the passenger’s seat, as if she were hanging on for dear life.

 

“You love my cock, don’t you?” Roger asked her.

 

“Oh, God, yes!” she moaned.

 

“Do you want me to cum inside of you?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Beg for it,” he demanded.

 

“Please give me your seed,” she cried.

 

“Your husband might not like that.”

 

“William’s my slave,” Danielle said matter-of-factly. “He doesn’t have any say in what I do, or whom I do it with. In fact, I’m going to make him lick your cum up after we finish fucking.”

 

“You are?”

 

“That’s what a submissive husband is for.”

 

“And he’ll lick my semen up, if you command it?”

 

“William’s already cleaned up after you once before.”

 

“He has?”

 

“Yes,” she replied. “When I came home from our last outing, I made him go down me so that he could taste your semen and know how well I’d been fucked.”

 

“Did he like doing it?”

 

“Why don’t you ask him,” she suggested.

 

I watched Roger redirect his attention toward the back of my head as he continued to fuck Danielle. “Did you enjoy the taste of my semen?” he asked.

 

“No,” I answered.

 

“But you licked it up anyway, didn’t you?”

 

“Yes, I did.”

 

“Are you gay?”

 

“No.”

 

“Then why did you do it?” he asked with curiosity.

 

 

“Because it’s the humiliation of the act itself that actually turns me on,” I replied. “The fact that my wife has taken a lover with my full knowledge and then forces me to clean up after him reinforces my sense of being a slave.”

 

“Well,” Roger laughed, “you’re going to have a lot of cleaning up to do in a couple of minutes.”

 

“What are you waiting for?” Danielle asked him.

 

“All good things come to those who are patient,” he said.

 

“Fuck being patient!” my wife cried out as her lover rammed his cock all the way into her cunt. “I want to feel your load pouring into me right now!”

 

“Let me hear those magic words again.”

 

“Please cum inside of me,” she begged.

 

I could see his buttocks rising up and down with increasing speed as he began to fuck Danielle harder, driving his erection into her with each powerful thrust, causing her to gasp from the shock of it. The sounds of his testicles slapping against her pussy and the top of her head hitting the armrest on the back door filled the Rodeo.

 

“Oh, God!” Danielle said.

 

As I turned down the street where our home was located, I heard Roger groan loudly and knew that he was getting ready to empty himself inside of my wife.

 

“Yes,” she sighed in contentment. “That’s it, baby. Fill me with your sperm. I want all of it.”

 

“You’re getting everything I have,” he hissed through clenched teeth, squirting his load into her.

 

Using the remote control, I opened the garage door from the street and drove the SUV up the driveway and into the two-car garage. I then shifted the gears of the Rodeo into Park and sat there for a few moments with the headlights on and the engine idling as the door slowly closed behind us. I stared into the rearview mirror and watched as Roger continued to lie on top of my wife, drained and exhausted from the strenuous bout of sex they’d just had.

 

“That was wonderful,” Danielle said as she tried to catch her breath.

 

Roger mumbled something, and then I heard them kissing passionately again. She wrapped her legs around his hips and ran her fingernails along n his back.

 

A minute passed.

 

I stared in amazement as Roger miraculously came back to life in full force and his buttocks began to once again heave up and down with a steady rhythm. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. It had been last than three minutes since his orgasm and already his cock was hard again and raring to go.

 

Damn, I thought. No wonder my wife is in love with this guy.

 

Danielle was groaning loudly as he fucked her a second time. Her pelvis was jerking upward, meeting each of his strokes with a force all of its own. I suddenly heard him cry out in pain as she bit his shoulder with her teeth.

 

“I warned you about doing that,” Roger said.

 

“I couldn’t help myself,” my wife replied. “It’s your fault. You bring out the wildness in me.”

 

“I don’t want teeth marks on my body.”

 

“Are you afraid another woman might see them?”

 

Roger didn’t bother to answer the question. Instead, he fucked her harder. It was almost as if he wanted to physically hurt her with his cock as payback for the bite. They continued fucking for another ten minutes before the stud muffin from Minneapolis finally ejaculated a second time. This orgasm seemed to be as long and powerful as the earlier one. After it was over, they laid quietly within each other’s arms for a couple of minutes.

 

“I wish my husband could fuck me as good as you do,” Danielle said.

 

“I’m sure he has other talents.”

 

“William has a natural talent for being my lap dog,” she stated. “Cleaning up after other men is what he seems to do best.”

 

They both laughed at that.

 

I didn’t think it was the least bit funny.

 

“I guess we’d better let him do his thing,” Roger remarked as he slowly withdrew his limp penis from between Danielle’s spread legs. A long string of semen came out with it and dripped down onto the white vinyl seat. “Are you going to make him lick all of this up?”

 

“I’m certainly not going to walk into the house with semen running down the insides of my legs,” she said.

 

“I’m going to climb into the front passenger’s seat so that I can watch,” her lover said as he pulled his pants back up and buckled them. “I don’t think he’ll be able to do it. There’s too much cum between your legs and on the seat.”

 

“Don’t worry about my husband. I have him well trained.”

 

“We’ll see.”

 

“Want to make a bet?”

 

“Sure,” Roger said.

 

“If my husband licks up all of your cum,” Danielle said, “I want you to take me to dinner at the gourmet steakhouse inside the Venetian Hotel tomorrow night.”

 

“That’ll cost me at least three hundred dollars.”

 

“I know.”

 

“What do I get if he doesn’t?”

 

“I’ll let you fuck me in the ass.”

 

“It’s a deal,” he said.

 

“Get back here, slave,” my wife ordered. “You have a lot of cleaning up to do.”

 

I turned off the Rodeo’s headlights and then the ignition. It was now pitch black in the garage. Opening the door on the driver’s side, the overhead light inside the vehicle came on, and I climbed out. I stepped over to the light switch on the wall that was located next to the kitchen door and flipped it on. Closing the door to the Rodeo, I walked around to the other side of the SUV and waited patiently for Roger to move up to the front seat. He had a big grin on his face as he maneuvered himself over the center console and sat down in the passenger’s seat.

 

It suddenly struck me that he was probably getting off on this.

 

I took a deep breath and opened the back door. My wife was lying there on the seat with her stocking-covered legs spread apart. I could see the semen oozing out of her vagina. There was also a lot of cum on the area of vinyl between her legs. I didn’t feel very good or excited about what I was getting ready to do. In fact, my stomach was starting to knot up from a bad case of nerves. I knew my face was turning red with embarrassment. Danielle had only made me do this a few times before in front of her lovers. It was a form of humiliation that literally stripped away what little bit of manhood I still possessed as a submissive male.

 

My wife smiled maliciously and beckoned me with her forefinger.

 

Crawling into the back seat of the Rodeo, I watched as she redirected her finger and pointed it down to the pearly-white mess on the seat.

 

“I want that cleaned up first,” she commanded.

 

I looked down at the large amount of cum and wondered if I’d be able to do what she wanted. Lowering my mouth to the white vinyl seat, I unexpectedly felt Danielle placing her hand on the back of my head and then forcing my face down into the sticky glob of fluid.

 

“You’d better lick every drop of it up,” she warned, “or I’ll give you the worse whipping of your life. I’m quite serious about this, William. You will not embarrass me in front of my lover.”

 

I didn’t think she was actually worried about being embarrassed. Common sense told me that she was more afraid of being fucked in the ass with Roger big cock. I attempted to nod my head in understanding, but she kept my face pressed firmly against the wet seat.

 

“Are we clear on this?”

 

“Yes,” I muttered.

 

“Then show us what a well-trained husband you are,” she said.

 

Danielle released the pressure on my head, and I began to slowly lick up the mess that her lover had left. Semen doesn’t taste good. Just ask any woman who’s been forced to swallow a load. For a submissive husband—if he’s lucky--it doesn’t taste horrible. Roger’s cum had a slight salty flavor to it, along with the rather poignant scent of bleach. It wouldn’t be an enjoyable experience, but I could do what was required of me without gagging.

 

As I cleaned the seat with my tongue, I could hear Roger laughing.

 

“I don’t believe it,” he said to my wife.

 

“My husband loves me too much to even think of disobeying one of my commands,” Danielle said proudly.

 

“Still—“ “You owe me a dinner, Roger.”

 

“He hasn’t finished, yet.”

 

“Don’t think for a moment that you’re going to weasel out of our bet,” she said. “I expect you to be a man of your word.”

 

“I am a man of my word,” he replied. “Besides, watching your husband lick up my cum is well worth a dinner at the Venetian Hotel.” Roger shook his head in disbelief, laughed again at my pathetic actions, and then asked, “How did you ever end up marrying a guy like this?”

 

Danielle grabbed the back of my head with her hand and guided my face into the wet junction of her body. “Now, lick my cunt clean,” she ordered. As I started to lap up the semen oozing out of her orifice, she attempted to answer Roger’s question. “I married William because he agreed to give up all of his rights as a husband and to serve me as a slave.”

 

“A marriage based on female domination?” he asked.

 

“Yes.’

 

“Do you really love this guy, or are you simply using him for your own gain?”

 

They were talking about me as if I wasn’t even there, and it was starting to piss me off.

 

“I care for William,” she answered.

 

“Is that enough to keep a marriage going?”

 

“He’s a good husband,” Danielle stated. “He lets me do as I please with whomever I please.”

 

“And?”

 

“William waits on me hand and foot. He treats me like a queen. He also turns his paychecks over to me, and loves my children as if they belonged to him. What more could a woman ask for?”

 

“How about a real man to take care of her?”

 

“I won’t say the thought hasn’t entered my mind,” she admitted.

 

“Maybe it’s something you should seriously consider, Danielle.”

 

“Are you making me a proposal?”

 

“Me?”

 

“Yes, Roger,” my wife said. “I thought we were discussing our relationship, and its possible future.”

 

“Why would you think that?”

 

“Probably because I’m in love with you.”

 

I stopped eating Danielle’s pussy and moved away from her. It would be a lie if I said that my heart wasn’t about to break from what was being discussed inside the Rodeo. I felt like a pet dog that nobody notices…invisible and not the least bit important.

 

“Did you think I was suggesting that you divorce William so that we could get married?” Roger asked in surprise.

 

“Yes, I did,” she replied.

 

“What on earth gave you that idea?”

 

My wife sat up straight on the seat and pulled both sides of the dress tightly around her body as if she were suddenly embarrassed by her nakedness. “I naturally assumed that you felt the same way about me,” she said.

 

“Because of the sex?”

 

“Partly.”

 

“I don’t want to hurt your feelings, Danielle, but there are thousands of middle-aged women just like you in Minneapolis. They all have children, along with a ton of emotional baggage, and each one of them thinks that their pussy is made of gold. Except for sex, they have absolutely nothing to offer me.”

 

“I see,” Danielle said softly.

 

“I like you,” Roger continued. “I certainly enjoy having sex with you, but that’s as far as it goes. I have no desire to get married and to settle down with someone who already has a truckload of rug rats.”

 

“I only have two children,” she said with a touch of anger in her voice. “And they’re great kids.” “I never said that they weren’t.”

 

“My children are too good for someone like you,” Danielle said loudly. “Each one of them deserves to be loved by a man who recognizes just how special they are.”

 

“You mean a guy like William…a man who grovels on the ground before his wife, while she fucks around with other men and then makes him clean up after them? Is this the kind of male we’re talking about?”

 

“At least he worships me and loves my children!”

 

“A few minutes ago, you were ready to divorce him and marry me,” Roger laughed. “Women sure are fickle creatures, aren’t they, William?”

 

“I think it be might best if I drive into the city,” I said, “and get a room at one of the hotels for the night. I’d rather be by myself than with someone who doesn’t want me around. Both of you can stay here and fight it out.”

 

“Please don’t leave,” my wife said.

 

“I’ll be back in the morning.”

 

“No, William.”

 

“Listen, Danielle, you need to figure out exactly what it is you want out of life. Right now, I think it’s clear that you don’t want me. You and Roger can have the night alone to talk things out. Maybe he’ll change his mind and take you back to Minneapolis with him.”

 

Roger laughed at that statement.

 

“What I want,” she said very carefully, “is for you to drive Roger to a hotel. Then, I want you to come back to me so that we can make love.”

 

“Why the sudden change of heart?”

 

“Because I rejected her, buddy,” Roger said. “If I’d asked her to leave you so that she and I could get married, you’d be history. Don’t be fooled by her act for a second. This lady is a mercenary, and she’ll continue using you for as long as you allow it.”

 

“You are a true bastard, Roger,” my wife stated.

 

“Hey, I call the shots the way I see them.”

 

“Take him away from here, William, and then come back to me.”

 

“Are you sure?”

 

“Yes, I am,” Danielle stated as she opened the door on her side and got out. “I never want to see him again. He can take his cock and his suitcase back to Minneapolis and fuck those thousands of women that are just dying to have him as a husband.”

 

Both Roger and I watched her walk into the house.

 

I climbed out the back of the Rodeo and walked around to the driver’s side. Getting behind the wheel, I switched on the ignition and opened the garage door. I backed the SUV out onto the street and then asked Roger where he wanted to go. He told me to take him to the Mirage Hotel.

 

We made the entire trip in silence.

 

As I pulled into the rear entrance of the Mirage, Roger turned to me and said, “It was an interesting night, wasn’t it?”

 

“Yes, it was,” I agreed.

 

“I need to say something to you that’s important,” he continued. “Maybe you want to hear it, or maybe you don’t. I do think it’s pertinent to your present situation.”

 

I waited silently for him to continue.

 

“First, I’m sorry about this whole fucking mess. I should know better than to get involved with a married woman.”

 

“Part of it is my fault for allowing to happen,” I said.

 

“I have a strong feeling that your wife is the type of woman who’d be cheating whether you wanted it or not.”

 

“You’re probably right.”

 

“Second,” Roger said. “If you stay with Danielle, you’re in for a hard life. It may eventually destroy you.”

 

“I already know that.”

 

“I guess you also know that sooner or later, she’s going to leave you for another man. It could’ve been with me tonight, if I’d wanted her. You understand that, don’t you? It’s only a matter of time. She’s looking for someone who’s rich and has a big cock. When Danielle finds the right person—and she will—you’re going to be out of the picture.”

 

“And your point?”

 

“You seem like a nice guy,” he replied. “Don’t let her hurt you too badly.”

 

“I’ll try to keep it in mind.”

 

Roger held out his hand to me. “Good luck,” he said.

 

We shook hands.

 

He then got of the Rodeo and walked into the Mirage.

 

Driving back to my wife and home, I thought about the things Roger had said. I knew there was truth in his words, and that I was in a difficult situation. I certainly didn’t want to put more of my heart and money into a marriage that was doomed to failure. Rather than waiting for her to make the next move, maybe I needed to think about being the one who left.

 

It would be hard thing to do.

 

I truly loved Danielle more than life itself, and I didn’t know if I could honestly live without her.

 

When I finally arrived home, she was waiting in bed for me. We made long passionate love several times throughout the night. I guess my six inches wasn’t such an important issue at the moment, but I knew it wouldn’t last. Tomorrow, she’d be on the Internet, looking for a new lover to take Roger’s place.

 

A day at a time, I thought to myself.

 

After we’d fucked for the fourth time, and my wife had demanded that I go down on her to clean up the mess I’d left between her legs, we gradually shifted ourselves into each other’s arms. There was a sense of urgency in our embrace. It was like we knew our marriage was headed into a fatal collision with no survivors.

 

“What did you and Roger talk about on the way into town?” Danielle asked in a sleepy tone of voice. “Nothing,” I lied. “I think we were too embarrassed to carry on a conversation with each other.”

 

“I’m sorry about tonight.”

 

“It’s already forgotten.”

 

“No, it isn’t,” she said. “I know you were hurt by my words and actions.”

 

“Listen, tomorrow’s a new day. Let’s focus on that.”

 

“I do love you in my own way.”

 

“I know,” I said.

 

“Promise you won’t ever leave me.”

 

“I don’t know if I can do that, Danielle.”

 

“Please…”

 

I hesitated for a long moment, took a deep breath, and then uttered the words that she wanted to hear. “I promise to never leave you,” I said in a near whisper.

 

“Good.”

 

“We’d better get some sleep.”

 

“Just hold me, darling,” Danielle said.

  

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