Sitting in the back of a taxi on her way home from the airport, Alice thought about Daniel for the first time since Monday night when she had made the video call from the hotel room. She started to get nervous thinking about what she had done the last few days, about the things they had never discussed, not to mention agreed upon. "What if I don't tell him? What he doesn't know doesn't hurt him. But I cannot live a life with secrets and lies. I have to tell him." She mulled over those thoughts in her mind, not even realising the taxi stopped in front of her building until she heard the driver's words. She paid the fare, took a deep breath and headed for their apartment. The aroma of cooking tantalised her nose entering the hallway. Daniel was in the kitchen, bending over a pot and stirring its contents.
"Your Wifey is home," Alice chirped, wrapping her arms around his neck.
They passionately kissed for a few minutes, then Daniel resumed cooking while Alice took a shower. When she returned to the kitchen, the food was on the table and two glasses filled with chilled wine. During dinner, they talked about anything and everything while Alice tried to avoid the subject of sex, what Martin and she had done in their private time during the trip.
From the dinner table, they moved onto the couch, Daniel bringing up the subject of intimacy between Alice and Martin again, wanting to know what had happened the last few nights between them. This was the first time the two of them made love outside the apartment without the cameras recording their activities. She nervously began to recount the events of their stay in the hotel, first seeing the excitement in Daniel's eyes, then the uncertainties, and finally the conflicting emotions.
She became worried when Daniel briefly kissed her on her cheek, picked up the TV remote and selected a movie to watch. This was not what she had anticipated at all. She wanted him to make passionate love to her, to take her to their bedroom and show her how much he loved her, just as he had done every time she had spent a night with Martin. She curled up beside him, resting her head on his shoulder, her hand on his chest, hoping he would put his arm around her and kiss her passionately.
"Are we okay? Did something happen while I was away?" She asked demurely, knowing it was her who had caused his mood to change.
"Yes, Wifey, you've fucked Jack, gave him your anal cherry, you've got double penetrated and spitroasted. We have never discussed any of that, and I am not sure how to handle it."
"I am sorry. I didn't think it would be an issue."
"Have you ever thought of confirming it with me? Have you even thought of me since Monday night?"
"No, I haven't. I got caught up in the game too much."
"I need to think this over."
"I won't do it again if it bothers you so much. It will be just the four of us. No more games, I promise."
"You called me to ask if I was okay with you fucking Martin in the hotel, but you did not ask if I was okay with you fucking a stranger. You got caught up in your little game so much so that you forgot about us, didn't you?"
"I am sorry. You are right, Tiger."
"So how can I be sure you won't do it again? I cannot be, I just have to take your word for it and hope you keep it."
"I can only promise you it will not happen again. I wish I could somehow prove it to you and not just promise, but I hope that is enough to somewhat elevate the mistrust I caused."
"Only time will tell. I am going to bed. Goodnight, Wifey," he said, kissing her on the forehead.
Daniel went to bed lost in his thoughts, not sure what he would have said if Alice had called him asking if she could fuck Jack, but he was sure the thrust they had had gone. He remembered when he had watched the video of Alice and Martin the very first time and the feelings he had had, remembering how her actions broke his heart, even though he felt turned on watching them. At that time, he realised what she had done had turned him on sexually, but her deception almost ended their marriage. If it were not for her confession and him witnessing what they had done, and knowing that what she said was true, it would have been the end of their marriage.
Alice regretted what she had done but could not deny that it had been fun, and she had loved it. The thought of cucking Martin and being a slut for him made her pussy burn with excitement, even then, sitting on the couch where Daniel had left her. She wished she could bring him around and let her be a slut for her 'Daddy' and for him, but at that moment, it seemed like it was a farfetched dream while the reality was that she was sailing troubled waters. She needed a plan and thought, "I have to get Tiger to accept what happened, happened and cannot be undone. Show him that it changed nothing, he is still my love, my husband and save my marriage."
She slowly rose from the couch, turned the lights off, and followed Daniel to bed. Lying in bed, she scooted up to him, resting her hand on his chest. She softly asked if he was awake, but she got no reply. Her head was filled with thoughts of how to save the day, but as she started to drift off to sleep, she was thinking of being spitroasted and felt no regrets.
For the next few days, there seemed to be an invisible wall between them. Daniel just could not get over that she had fucked a stranger behind his back, and it affected his libido as well, while Alice wanted her husband to ravish her, take her, and make love to her. The memories of being fucked by two men kept her pussy on the boil, and her husband's cold approach did not help to put out that fire. She hoped once Daniel claimed what was rightly his, she would settle and her mΓ©nage Γ trois would become a distant memory. Weeks went by, and eventually they made love, but the sex was lukewarm between them, only achieving to re-igniting the fire in her as the memory of being double penetrated flashed in her thoughts.
The next couple of months, their lives returned to normal, and their sex lives improved to the point where Alice felt Daniel got over her having a threesome or accepted it. She did not want to stir the hornets' nest, so she did not ask, and they did not talk about it. Even when she accompanied Martin on a couple of overnight business trips, she could not see any concerns in Daniel's behaviour, although she could not see the same enthusiasm in his eyes either as before. She was happy with the way things were going and hoped it would further improve over time.
About three months later, during a four-day business trip, everything fell apart in their lives. Lucy saw the worry in Daniel's eyes upon arriving at his apartment that Alice had missed, as she was excitedly getting ready for the trip. Lucy asked about his mood, but he said it was nothing. She gently nudged him, and he eventually told her that since Alice's night with Martin and Jack, he kept thinking of them having a mΓ©nage Γ trois every time they went on a trip, despite her promise of never having one again. Lucy was shocked, realising he did not know. Alice was keeping a secret from her husband; she was cheating on him, lying to him. She was angry with Martin too, as she had discussed it with him, and they had agreed that unless Daniel was onboard with it, they would not do it again. His only excuse could be that Alice lied to him too.
Daniel saw her frown, not understanding why. Lucy was torn about whether she should be the bearer of bad news that could destroy his life and his marriage or not say anything and become Alice's accomplice in her web of lies.
"Daniel," she began with a heavy heart, "I thought you knew, but it seems you are the only one who doesn't."
"What are you saying?" He asked, feeling a large stone slowly crushing his heart.
"They never stopped playing the pickup game."
"Oh my God! What a trusting fool I am," he cried.
Lucy, seeing the pain on his face, put her arms around him, holding the distraught man lovingly. After a few minutes, Daniel picked her up, surprising her, and carried her to his bedroom. Gently placing her on the bed, he took her shoes off, rolled her stockings off her legs and removed all the other clothing she had on. He got naked and made passionate love to her for the next few hours, taking Lucy to places she had never been before. She did not cum a half a dozen times or four times, she only orgasmed once, but that was all she wanted, she needed. Their lovemaking was pure love, the likes of which she had never felt in her 48 years.
The man making love to her did everything she had ever wanted in her life. Not even her husband, Martin, had ever made her feel the way she felt that night in his bed. She loved the way Daniel slowly thrust in and out of her, massaging her womanhood with his beautiful cock while kissing her ever so tenderly and whispering the sweetest things a woman wants to hear. She finally admitted to herself that she could never give him up, for she was in love with him, only with him. She would give up everything in her life to be just with him, to be his wife, but she knew that she would not do anything to damage his marriage to Alice.
Waking in the morning, Daniel looked at Lucy and thought how beautiful she was, a woman of beauty and character. He softly kissed her cheek, and she stirred.
"I am sorry, did not want to wake you up."
"You didn't, Sweetie," she said, scooting up to him. "Hold me, my love."
They held each other, softly kissing, neither saying anything while enjoying the moment. Eventually, Lucy spoke and asked him how he was.
"I am fine, never felt better."
"Really?"
"Yes, I have made up my mind."