Incest/Taboo A Wife's Fall

~~~Betty~~~

Hugging my sister-in-law while we stood in front of my office building. I had hoped that with her help and the marriage counselor that we have an appointment with on Monday of next week, Wane and I could start to put this part of our lives behind us. Even though I am the one at fault in this whole ordeal. It was my infidelity that had caused this, my straying ways that had put me at odds with my own husband. Still, even with Maggie's help, it wasn't going to be easy dealing with Wane.

"Alright, I'm going see Wane, you keep your nose clean and your legs closed," Maggie said, I noticed how those green eyes held no joking light in them when she spoke those words. While it hurt, hearing her speak to me like that, I did earn it. I couldn't refute that.

"Should I call him, you know how he doesn't like people just showing up," I stated which was the truth.

"No, I want him on edge, at least then I know how to get him to open up to me." I nodded after Maggie said those words after a few moments of contemplation. She did have more experience with my husband's mood than I did. So, I would defer to her judgement this time. "Tonight you'll be sleeping with Wane." My eyes widened when she said that. I wasn't too sure that was wise so soon. "Relax," waving off my look, "if Wane came to you, for whatever reason that was, he'll be fine."

"I don't know if I'll be," I said, feeling my face flush with heat. Just the thought of feeling Wane's body pressing against mine, the feel of his manhood pressing into my lower back. The feel of his hands on my body just set my body on fire. From my sister-in-law's chuckle I knew she noted my current aroused state.

"That's kind of the point, Betty, he needs to get over this and be a husband again. I know you fucked up royally. Yet if you two are going to remain man and wife then you two have to be a couple again. And what do married couples do? They fuck," Maggie said, with this rather coy smirk on her lips. My groan drifted on the air feeling my pussy throb just at the thought on being on top of him, feeling that cock of his filling me up like it always does. To the way his hands always cradled my breasts when we had sex. "See, if you're this hard up, Wane should be too. Whatever Wane is he's still a man, a man who hasn't had sex just as long as you. You know what to do," Maggie said, with a smirk. I waved at her as she walked towards the parking structure that was attached to the building. Feeling my nipples pressing hard against my bra at the thought of Wane's lips plucking at them like he always did before I had my moment of insanity.

My fingers curled into fist as every step I took rubbed my panties against my aching clit. Thinking back to the early morning hours that Wane had came to my bed, the way he held me, like nothing had happened between us. I know I had a lot to do to ensure I wouldn't find myself on the other end of a divorce, yet I was determined to save my marriage. A marriage I had wholeheartly put on the rocks because I was foolish enough to listen to my sister. Not saying my sister was to blame for everything, I was the one who did the act. I was the one who defiled our marital bed.

"Please, God," I prayed up to the cab ceiling as the elevator doors rolled closed, "please, see it in your grace that I can earn Wane's trust again."

~~~Wane~~~

I sat at my desk preparing blood samples to be tested from the backlog of crime scenes and the samples I had taken from the one I had been called into the other day. That was until my desk phone rang.

"Hello, this is Wane, in forensics," I answered. "Who did you say was there?!" Surprise filled my voice when the front desk told me that my older sister was there. "No, no, send her up," I stated, getting control of my voice. My eye twitched at the fact my sister showed up unannounced; she knew how much I disliked it when people did that. At least she didn't do it at my house, then... well she knew what would have happened. I figured she came here knowing I wouldn't chew her out in front of a bullpen full of cops. There had to be a damn good reason my sister was in town. My parents were in good health as far I was aware. So the question remained; why was she here? I kept my face placid as I stood by the elevator waiting for Maggie to arrive.

Noting how Holly was shooting me glances when she and her partner were going over the 'mur*er board' as they called it that held the crime scene photos from the other day. I could feel her eyes undressing me as I stood there. I still couldn't understand what her fascination with me was. Maybe I was just the last one she had yet to sleep with given how she didn't care if her husband found out or not. "Hmm... maybe I should rethink about next weekend?" I muttered to myself. I did have enough going on at the moment that I didn't need the added headache of dealing with another unfaithful woman.

My eyes glanced up at the ding of the bell before the doors rolled open and out stepped my sister. I could see she wasn't sorry one bit about dropping in unannounced in her eyes when we stared at one another.

"Well, is there somewhere we can talk?" Maggie asked, breaking the silence. I noted how she glanced to the left, at what I couldn't say.

"Fine," I grumbled, leading her to one of the free interrogation rooms. "In."

"Wane I know your upset..."

"More like annoyed, what are you doing here?" I asked, crossing my arms as we stood roughly three feet away.

"To help you save your marriage." I arched an eyebrow at that.

"Why? So you think it's worth saving?"

"So you're just going to throw away all these years you and Betty have been together?"

"Why not? It didn't seem like those 'years' mattered to her when she had two men in my house, in my bed, fucking her, now did it?" I asked, with a pointed look.

"Okay, but that was a mistake..."

"Losing your car keys is a mistake, dinging your right fender is a mistake. Having a threesome, knowingly, is not a fucking mistake!" I said, darkly. Seeing my sister taking a step backwards.

"Wane, I know how life is difficult for you to understand. Yet people stumble and fall, has she ever done something like this before? Has she ever once stepped outside your marriage? Don't let this one flaw be the downfall of your marriage," Maggie pleaded.

"Tell me one good damn reason why I shouldn't divorce her?"

"Because, you idiot, you still love her! As she does you, I'll admit what Betty did was stupid and foolish, but don't let that get in the way of things. She's good for you and you for her. I know what she's done can't be forgiven easily, and I'm not saying that you should forgive her right now, but in time. I'm only trying to help you from making the stupidest mistake of your life if you lose Betty."

"Uh-huh, is that all?" I asked, clearly not swayed.

"Fight it all you want Wane, but you know you still love her. Whatever love is to you, it's still there. Why else weren't you staring at those tits that woman was flaunting in your face? Huh? Come on, tell me, why weren't you, unless you're like a Ken doll down there," Maggie stated, I noted the fire in her green eyes as we stared each other down. "Tell me if you don't love her why did you go to her? Come on, out with it." How she waved that hand of hers infuriated me. Not because of the action, that would just be petty, no, because as much as I hate to admit it at this point in time, she was right. My sister can be quite insufferable when she's right. Yet, that didn't mean I was simply going to let Betty off the hook, then she would never learn her lesson. "I don't have all day, Wane." I heard the impatience growing in her voice. Good. Let her, serves her right for butting her nose into things, into my personal business. I could never understand why she did when I never intruded upon her like that.

"I guess you're just going to have to stand here all day, I got work to do," I said, turning around only to feel my sister taking hold of my arm.

"I'm trying to help you here, Wane, can't you see that?"

"How? By accepting that I have a fucking cheating wife? That I'm now apart of some statistic? That shit isn't going to happen," I growled, ripping my arm out of her grip.

"Then you'll lose her, and be a lonely, bitter man," Maggie said, from behind my back.

"You seem to forget, I was alone before I met Betty, I survived. I'll do it again," I stated, peering back at her. "Now leave, you're disrupting my work," I ordered before leaving her there. No matter how much she was right, I wasn't about to divulge my plan to her. Obviously, she talked to Betty. Which meant Betty would know about it if I had told her. Maggie would find what I was going to do to Betty quite distasteful, yet if Betty wanted to be a slut so damn much, I'll turn her into one. Just my own personal slut.

"I hope you know I'm staying with you." Maggie's voice stilled my advance to my office. I saw the sheer delight in her eyes when I gazed back at her. "Don't think this is over between us, Wane. This is only act one, I'm not leaving until I'm sure the two of you are on the right track, and no amount of your honey words will sway me to leave." With that my sister strolled to the elevator, her hair swaying in triumph thinking she had gotten the better of me in this.

"Fucking psychiatrists!" I hissed before returning to my lab.

~~~Betty~~~

"Relax, Betty, it won't do you any good pacing around like that." I heard Maggie say as I circled the island in the kitchen while dinner simmered waiting for Wane to return from work. It wasn't the fact that Wane was due home soon that had me nervous. It was the thought of going to bed with my husband since the only intimate contact I've have with him was that early morning and I was asleep for most of it. When Wane fucked my face didn't count either, that was just him fulfilling his need for release. No matter how much I loved feeling his hot cum sliding down my throat. I always do. What wife doesn't like knowing they brought the utmost pleasure to their spouse that they would unload in their mouths.

"Maybe, but... I'm so horny! I don't want to say or do something that will set Wane off!" My face grew red at my sister-in-law's chuckle.

"That's why phase one is needed, to get that physical connection between the two of you restored. Then we can work on fixing this emotional connection that you damaged by your selfish actions." I hung my head, as much as I wanted to flip her off, cuss her out, and whatnot, I couldn't. I am the maker of my own plight. "The second part is going to be more tricky with someone like Wane." I turned to look at her as she looked up at the ceiling appearing to be deep in thought on the matter as her finger tapped her chin.

"How would you normally go about it?" I asked, knowing she had worked with a few cases that were similar to Wane.

"You want my honest opinion?" The way Maggie looked at me told me I wouldn't, but I needed to know. I needed to know how I could get my husband back! "You can't, at least not for a very long time. People like Wane have very severe trust issues. To do what you did, and still be in this house, and not under it, given how many of my patients tend to be on the violent side, says something, I don't know what that is yet, but it's something. I've known Wane to toss people away for the littlest of things that you or I might not deem important but to people like Wane, who's mind solely operates on logic and not emotion... Not saying they don't have any. Even if it's a limited form, they are still there, unless of course there's damage to the emotional center of the brain. But that's neither here nor there, let me ask you before Wane gets home. Why?"

"I don't know, it was something I've always wanted to try. The more Wane said no, the more of an obsession it became to me," I said truthfully, I knew she would know if I was lying to her. Plus I knew she would pack her bags and leave and let me slowly die knowing I was going to lose my husband.

"Have you ever wondered or tried to find out why you had this obsession in the first place?" I noted her questioning look on her face as she peered at me.

"Do you think it would help, now?" I asked, I was willing to try anything and everything to still be Wane's wife.

"It couldn't hurt. I mean you already fucked up royally, if you came to me with this I might have been able to help you find out why you have this obsession and help you focus it in a more productive way than betraying my brother." I heard the harshness but also the understanding that I was still human, and humans do make mistakes, mine was just monumental. "Excellent timing!" My heart raced as I heard Wane's car pulling up. Although, I wasn't so fond of the smile on Maggie's lips. "This way Wane can come to understand your obsession."

"What?!" I stammered; I really didn't think that was going to be something Wane wanted to hear about.

"Trust me, this will work..." I heard the words yet I also saw the uncertainty in her eyes as well. My blood pounded in my ears as it seemed like the turning of the doorknob went on for eternity. Quickly, I scurried out of the kitchen to greet my husband, the sometimes rather difficult love of my life.

"Welcome home, Wane, how was work?" I asked, noting that he was stressed about something.

"Where's my sister?!" I was taken aback by the somewhat growl in his voice.

"In here you cold-hearted brother of mine." I really didn't think taunting Wane was such a good idea at the time.

"Shouldn't you be... I don't know taking care of your own husband and not sticking your nose into my and my wife's business?!" My hand flew to my mouth. My eyes quivered, that was the first time since we've been at odds that Wane had referred to me as his wife. How I just wanted to kiss that man right then!

"Bah," I felt Wane's tension when his sister waved him off, "Griffin will be fine without me for a couple of days, or a week, depending on how difficult you make this, brother of mine." I knew she only used that phrase to get under Wane's skin.

"Then your husband is going to die alone because it ain't happening!" I jumped when Wane slammed the bedroom door. It wasn't long before Maggie surged from her seat and stomped her way across the room. I wondered how many times that has happened in this house. I quickly found myself back in the kitchen listening to the shouting coming from Maggie. Wane wasn't one to raise his voice too often. He really had to be irked for that to happen. So I knew he wasn't quite as upset with his sister as he let on.

"Now grow a god damn pair and get out there and greet your wife! Or do I need to slap some more sense into you?" I felt my cheeks heating at that. Not the slapping part, but the first part, I could already feel myself wanting to lean back against him like I always did before I had my fit of insanity. "You would think I was talking to a sniveling child and not a grown man!"

"Hey! Don't you talk to Wane like that!" I shouted defending my husband. I might have fallen from grace but I haven't forgotten my wifely duties. I always defend my man. Even if I am now called a straying wife.

"See, that just proves it!"

"That proves nothing!" I couldn't help myself I chuckled at their bickering as Wane stormed out of the bedroom.

"Don't you walk away from me!"

"It's my house I'll do whatever I damn well please in it! You're the visitor here, not I." As I was pouring the sauce into the bowl our eyes met when Wane entered the kitchen. I felt my cheeks heat like they always do whenever Wane looks at me.

"Dinner will be ready soon, why don't you wait till after, okay?" I stated noting the pack of cigarettes in his hand.

"Why are you even smoking again, huh?" I saw Maggie winking at me from behind Wane's back. "I thought you gave that up?! Or am I under the assumption that my dear cold, thick-headed brother just so can't quit the habit?"

"Wane will stop when he's ready. Won't you?" I asked, knowing why Maggie was being so argumentative with Wane to show him that he could still trust me to have his back, so to speak. "I made your favorite Wane. Won't you help me set the table?" We've always done it together. I know it probably sounds silly to some people. Yet it's the little things that draw you together. It was my hope that Wane remembered that. That no matter how stupid I have been that didn't take away the love I had for him. Keeping my smile to myself, Maggie however didn't, as Wane stuffed his pack back into his pocket and got out the plates from the cabinet.

"We having salad with it?" Brushing a strand of my hair behind my ear feeling rather bashful when Wane peered over his right shoulder at me.

"Mmmhmm. I just need to toss it, and it will be ready," I stated, knowing he loved having a salad with this meal. Seeing him pulling out three of our salad plates that were wedding gifts that went along with the rest of our china. Every chance I could I would lightly touch Wane as we both worked to get our dinner to the table.

"You know, if you're going to stay here, you could get off your ass and help set the table." I heard Wane grumble.

"Told you why I'm here, I'm very expensive and you're getting my services for free. So a little gratitude would be nice." Again, I knew why she was doing this. It was so that Wane would have another person to focus his attention on and not think too much about what I did to him and to our marriage. I bit my lip at Wane's 'Hmpf' as he spun around. I wondered if Wane knew what his sister was up to. Yet, I didn't care, my husband was talking to me! I tried to keep my body from heating but that was easier said than done as my hands ran up his back when Wane fixed us all drinks as he stood in front of the open refrigerator door.

"Hand me the vinaigrette," I whispered into his ear. Lightly pressing by breasts into his back, praying that his body still yearned to feel their touch, when his mind was still locked in his anger. "Thank you," I cooed taking it from his hand when Wane held it over his shoulder. Placing a kiss on the back of his neck before returning back to my task. Humming as I placed the hot bread into the bowl, I did know my husband, especially given how his eyes followed the bowl as I set it down in the center of the table. Sending a silent prayer to God as my hand lightly covered his left as I lowered myself into my seat.

"You want to tell me why I'm here, listening to this... hogwash?" Wane asked, glaring at his sister while I sat in his favorite chair while he sat on the couch when Maggie stood over me after she had gone over what she had planned to do.

"Because, you stubborn man, this is to find out the cause of her obsession with threesomes. Unless you wish to go through this all over again."

"It's unproven." I heard the argumentative tone in Wane's voice.

"Wane, I want to do this. I need to do this. I don't want to ever hurt you again, baby," I said, seeing how Wane wanted to say something yet simply closed his mouth.

"Fine, let's just get this over with," Wane grumbled leaning back against the couch, crossing his arms. Yet I noted how he shyly peeked at me from the corner of his eye.

"Now, Betty, just listen to the sound of my voice, allow it to lull you into a relaxing state." I sat there with my eyes closed, taking long but slow breaths like Maggie had said to me before she had started. "I want you to relax some more until your mind is clear and focused."

"Okay," I whispered I so prayed this worked.

"Good, good, focus your mind on the touch on the back of your hand. Allow it to let your mind wander and your body to let go of this burden. Can you hear me Betty?" Why did her voice sound so far off? I had no clue, I knew she was right beside me yet it wasn't, at least in my mind it wasn't. "I want you to go back. Back into your memories and look for the cause that made you want to have a threesome so badly."

"Okay." My head jerked, my body tensed, something seemed wrong.

"What do you see Betty?"

"Mom..." Why did my voice sound so... young?

"What about your mother?"

"She's doing something... it's weird!"

"Betty can you tell me what age you are?"

"Four, silly! Can't you tell?!" Why did I just giggle like that?

"I know it's hard but can you tell me what's going on that you find weird?"

"I don't know. I've never seen it before." Why do I feel so disgusted and confused? This was maddening!

"Can you describe what you're seeing?"

"There's two men and Mom, they don't have clothes on."

"Can you tell me what they're doing?"

"I don't know, Mom's in the middle and the two men are on other ends of her. It looks like they're pushing something into her. Mom appears to enjoy it."

"Is there anything else?"

"No, my nanny took me by the arm and dragged me away telling me I shouldn't be nosy." Oh, God, I was going to be sick!

"Betty listen to the sound of my voice. I'm going to bring you out slowly..." I pushed Maggie out of the way when I came too as I rushed to the master bath to puke my guts out! As I was hugging the bowl, I felt something lightly touching my back. How I longed it to be Wane yet it wasn't as I peered out of the corner of my eye through strands of my brown hair to see Maggie kneeling beside me. However, I did note Wane was standing in the doorway staring at me with this look... I couldn't really describe it. It wasn't curiosity, anger, intrigue, or any other emotion you would normally associate with normal balanced people. I'm not bad mouthing him; Wane was born like this. It's not his fault he can't understand emotions like the rest of us can. Nonetheless, I was glad he was there. I always felt calmer around him. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"How can me seeing that make me want to have a threesome? How can any of that contribute to what I did to you?" I asked, with tears in my eyes as I looked at my husband. Noting how he turned and walked to the bed and turned again to face me before lowering himself to it. "At least he hasn't left, that's a good sign, isn't it?" I asked myself.

"Betty, I'm going to ask something personal. Did your mother cheat a lot on your father?" Maggie asked, taking hold of my hand, offering me comfort when she knew that wasn't something her brother could do at the moment.

"All the time! So did Dad! They made a game out of it! They didn't care if we saw them or not," I stated, feeling myself getting sick all over again.

"So when you saw them with the people they were cheating with, how did they seem to you?"

"Happy, I guess," I said, shrugging. Not seeing how this could have anything to do with my betrayal to my husband.

"So you were brought up in an environment that you were constantly bombarded with images; seeing your parents in the throes of passion with their lovers. And you've always saw how happy they were doing it, is that correct?"

"Yes," I nodded.

"And did your sister see any of this?" I arched an eyebrow as to why she would bring up Celine for this wasn't about her.

"Yeah, why?"

"Well, without really delving into your past and talking over many sessions. I'm speculating that somewhere in your subconscious it twisted what you saw that day when you were four into what love was supposed to look like with all the years you've witnessed your parents' openly flaunting their affairs." I looked past Maggie as I heard Wane huff in disbelief. "I did say I was speculating, Wane!" I heard her stern voice when she looked back at Wane. "The mind is still a mystery to us. You should know this. If we knew everything we could find out why you were born like this and I wasn't. Then I would know how that insidious mind of yours works."

"Fat chance I'd ever let you do that."

"So you think this all started when I was four?" I asked, drawing Maggie's attention back to me.

"Betty, we are all defined by our childhood, except that robotic ass over there," her thumb pointing over her shoulder with a smile on her lips, "you told me how you would constantly ask Wane to have a threesome, remember?" I nodded; how could I forget? "Well, it's my guess that what you saw that day shaped what your mind perceived to be love. When in reality given your age you wouldn't be able to determine the difference between love and lust. As you got older, and you saw more and more of this, that only reinforced what your subconscious mind perceived as love. Let me ask, before you married Wane, did you ever ask any of the boys or men you dated to have a threesome?"

"No, never!" I shook my head vehemently.

"Why not?"

"Because I didn't love them," I gasped seeing Maggie nodding.

"But why keep bringing up the issue if you knew the answer would be no?"

"Because I love Wane. I love him more than anything in the world. I want us to grow old together. I want to have his baby!" I saw how Wane's eyebrow rose at that. We've never talked about having kids, at least not out loud. I would drop hints here and there over the years. Yet I knew he was concerned of what children would mean if he/she was born with his illness.

"So you thought to show your husband the form of love that you only knew from all your childhood and teen years. Is that correct?"

"If you put it like that, yeah, I guess," I said, shyly feeling my face burning beneath Wane's gaze.

"So, when Wane constantly told you no, how did that make you feel?"

"Like he didn't care about me, that he didn't love me like I love him, that my affections were going unanswered," I said, dropping my head when Wane got to his feet. Seeing Maggie holding up her hand stopping Wane from leaving.

"So then why did you have two men in this very house fucking you?"

"I... I don't know, I was talking to them, they zeroed in on me once I told them I wanted to try a threesome. I don't know what came over me. While we were... doing that, a part of me hated every second of it and the other half loved it, the physical aspects, nothing emotional."

"I see, so just so I'm clear, you cheat on me because your parents are a bunch of cheating sluts and I'm supposed to what... forget I saw a naked man in my kitchen and another coming out of this very god damn room?!" Wane asked, staring at me in that cold glare of his.

"Of course not, I know what I did, not a second of every day that goes by that I wish that I could undo that day. That I didn't allow this... obsession of mine to cloud my head. Then I wouldn't have to see that look in your eyes when you gaze at me." I said, with a trembling voice.

"And what do you see?" I noted how Maggie was looking between us like she's never seen this side of her brother before.

"Disappointment. I would give anything to take it all back. But I can't change what's been done. I can only hope that you give me the chance to make things right. Because..." My tears streamed down my cheeks as I peered at my husband. Knowing I might still lose him due to my actions. "I don't know if I'll ever find a man like I love you. I know I've hurt you, broken your trust in me. All I'm asking for is one chance. One chance to prove to you that I can still be that woman whom you asked to marry you four years ago." I noted how Wane hadn't left, those eyes of his watching me, studying me, determining if what I was saying was the truth or not. Which it was, I have learned that no matter how great the thrill might be. How exciting it would feel. It meant very little if it cost me the love of my life.

"Why should I give you another chance, Betty? What assurances do I have that some wild hair won't crawl up your ass again and we find ourselves right back here?" Maggie quickly got out of my way as I crawled to my husband. I wasn't beneath crawling, begging, or any form of that to reassure my husband. That I wouldn't be so damn foolish again!

"Wane, I know I have fallen from the pedestal you had placed me on. For that I can never tell you how much I'm so sorry for ever making you doubt that you placed your trust in the right person," I said, peering up at him when I was kneeling before him. "I've been so stupid, so selfish when I had the perfect life. A life I've dreamt of for so long. A life you and I have built together here in this house. I'll do, be, anything you want to prove to you that I am still your wife and that my love for you hasn't faltered one bit." I didn't like the look in his eyes when I said I'd do anything. It felt like he already had something planned for me in his mind. "In the event that I stumble again, I'm willing to sign a postnuptial. Giving you everything except for my clothes." My fingers curled around his pants, my heart was racing, my blood pounded in my ears as those eyes of his seemed unblinking as he simply stood there without a word to me.

"Are you now?" I heard the uncertainty in his voice when he said that.

"Mmmhmm," I nodded vigorously. "If I stray again, I won't bother trying to talk you out of it. I'll simply pack my bags and leave and you'll never hear from me again, because I know if you give me this chance to still be your wife, that you will never do so again."

"Wane? Let me ask, do you feel inadequate to the men that Betty has slept with?" I noted how he didn't bother to respond to his sister's question nor did he peer at her. No. His eyes never left me.

"It's they that were inadequate to Wane," I stated, smiling up at my husband. My eyes smirked seeing how Wane was fighting not to smirk at his sister's stammering voice. "Are you baby?" I purred knowing the numerous nights that cock of his had brought me to orgasms I've never experienced with anyone else. Not that I haven't had bigger in my years before Wane and I started to date, because I did. Yet there was something, something so pure when we were together beneath the sheets that just seemed to ignite the fires of my womb like no one else could. I so hoped that I haven't harmed that to the point that we couldn't rekindle it. "You see this, Wane?" Pulling out my necklace that held Wane's wedding ring. "When you're ready to put this back on. To show me that I have earned the right to be your wife again. Will be the happiest moment of my life because I'd rather live as your roommate than to spend a single day with out you in my life. Until then, I will protect it with my life, to remind me of how foolish I have been to ever harm what the two of us have."

"Is that so?"

"Yes, honey. Just the thought of what I have done to you sickens me to the very pit of my stomach. I love you so much, Wane, and its killing me to know that I'm the one who made the lights in your eyes disappear," I said, my hot tears rolled down my cheeks. "These past six years have shown me that while you aren't the most normal of men, yet you're the man that completes me."

"You have a very fucking weird way of showing it." I tried not to smile, or laugh, I knew this wasn't the time for it, yet when I heard him speak without that coldness, that indifference in his voice like he had since my fall I could actually see the light of hope for me.

"I know, but that's how you know I love you with all my heart because I can be weird around you and not feel ashamed," I said, smiling up at my husband. "It's getting late Wane; shouldn't we get ready for bed so we can be up early to take Jan to the Planetarium?"

"Huh?" For being a smart man sometimes Wane can be dumb.

"Where do you think I was going to sleep? The couch?" I asked, with a coy smirk. "Maggie, I think you need to give us some privacy," I said, never taking my eyes off of his. Seeing how he had something brewing behind those eyes of his. Maggie might not see it, or any other person for that matter, I do. I know Wane well enough to sort of know how his mind works. I knew my punishment wasn't over, not by a long shot, yet he was giving me the opportunity to earn my second chance. I wasn't ever going to ruin this again. Even if I had to lie to the police for him. I knew, while he might not say it, he wasn't done with Sean and Dean. I just prayed whatever it was he didn't find himself in prison because I was stupid.

"Night, you two," Maggie said, when she moved passed us. I saw how she was shooing me on to show Wane that I could still fulfill his physical needs. Oh, how I so wanted to feel him between my legs at that moment.

"Wane, I know you're still angry with me, and you have every right to be. Yet we both know what we need right now," I cooed, my hand gently rubbing his soft manhood, feeling it awakening like it has always done for me.

"Before that," I was a little hurt when he removed my hand, "would you give me a second chance if it was you that walked in found a naked woman in our kitchen, and another walking out of this room?"

"He said our!" I screamed in joy in my head. Shaking the distracting thought from my mind, "I would like to think I would if it was just the one time, if it was an ongoing thing... I don't think I would," I said truthfully, knowing lying to Wane was a very bad idea. He simply knew when a person was lying. I guess that was something only people like him could spot. I watched in confusion as Wane turned and walked towards the bed before turning back to me and sinking down onto the edge of it.

"You want to slut around with other men. You can be a slut for me, can't you?"

"Yes, Wane, whatever you want," I nodded vehemently.

"Then strip." I jumped to my feet at his command.

~~~Wane~~~

I wondered as I sat on my bed, why I was getting aroused, I knew why, Betty was doing one helluva strip tease. What had my mind pondering on my erection was why was I hard for my wife and not when Holly called me the other day? That was the real conundrum that I was facing. It wasn't like I wanted to sleep with Holly. I mean she was an attractive woman. Yet shouldn't Betty feel the sense of betrayal like I had? Wouldn't she then learn of what it was like to be the one cheated on? Yet why was it that she was the only one that got a rise out of me? It was maddening, I tell you.

The sweet fragrance of Betty's lotion filled my nose as she batted my face with her breasts. Breasts I haven't felt in days. Damn. They were so soft. I heard her soft mewing as I lightly kissed along their sides. Feeling my hands trailing up the back of her thighs, feeling her fingers running through my hair, listening to that lustful hum as I flicked her nipple with my tongue. Just the feel of her body on my lips felt like the whole world was right again, although that was all in my head. Hearing her little wanton purr when my hand struck her ass.

"Yes, Wane, punish me, I've been a bad wife." As those salacious words filled the air my mind was still racing as to why Betty affected me so when my cock was eager to be freed from my dress slacks. When Holly, in that sinful voice of hers, couldn't even get a rise out if it. What the hell was wrong with me? It wasn't a performance issue, obviously. Then what the hell was it? I just simply couldn't understand it. All I know is something took over me, I heard Betty yelp in surprise when I threw her down on the bed. Then the taste of her sex was on my tongue.

"Oh, Wane! Yes, baby, taste me! I need it so bad!" My eyes flickered up, wondering why I was doing this when my mind told me I should be upset at her. Not eating out my wife, yet I watched how her left arm was raised and bent, I saw how her hand pulled at the covers and how she bit her bicep to keep from screaming out. "Don't stop, I'm almost..." I watched how she spasmed in her climax. It always fascinated me. Still, does honestly. How can something so jerky, look so erotic? I haven't a clue. It would seem my body and mind were not as connected as I once believed given how the thing in my pants led me to this point. Feeling my body crawling up and along hers. How she hungrily tore at my lips as she practically ripped my shirt off. I liked that one too. It was comfortable. Her hands fumbled with my belt. Her lips never leaving mine, not giving me a moment to think as she shoved my pants and underwear to my knees. The moment her hand wrapped around my cock; it was almost like it belonged in her hand.

"Yes, Wane, you like that don't you?" I heard her sultry purr as she kissed down my neck. "It's okay to be angry. Yet this belongs somewhere nice and hot," she cooed heatedly into my ear. I felt my cock surge at the thought, "Mmm... yes, it likes the idea of being buried deep in my pussy, doesn't it? I need you, Wane; I want you, and only you. I'm yours, I've always been yours." I watched as she leaned back, her fingertips tracing along my length as she did. "No one excites me like you do." I glanced down when she spread her legs. "Look how wet you've made me. Even they couldn't do this to me." I noted how cute she looked as she laid there and slyly played with herself as I watched. "I know I have wronged you. But please know, I've never once been unfaithful to you until that day. I've kept your secret to myself all these years. I've never held that against you when you're difficult on your worst days. I'm your wife, I'll always support you. Don't let my one fuck up end everything we have together. Now come take what is rightfully yours!" My eyes moved rapidly over her face seeing that same light in her eyes whenever she looked at me as she held out her arms to me. Take her I did, and I wasn't gentle about it either.

"Wane! Oh, fuck, yes! That's it, Wane, fuck me," Betty panted in my ear as I drove hard into that tight little hole of hers. "I've missed this, I've missed you." I heard her whisper when she nuzzled my neck while her hands gripped my ass. I would have liked to say I lasted longer, yet the way her cunt was gripping my cock as she came was impossible to do as I unloaded into her. Granted it wasn't the best sex we've ever had, yet what do you expect? Caviar? As I rolled over my physical need sated, my mind just couldn't help but ponder the dilemma I was in. I knew she spoke the truth; it was just something I had mastered over the years so I knew she meant every word she spoke. Yet, the question remained; how could I ever trust her again? Then there was the whole kerfuffle with Holly and my lack of response to her tone. What the hell was wrong with me? I looked over as Betty rolled over to her side and snuggled against me like she always has. "I know it won't be easy Wane, I know how you are. Yet, there is no man on this planet that I want, other than you. Please, believe me." I heard her plead as she placed a kiss on my shoulder.

My thumb and index finger rubbed my eyes. Sad thing is I knew she was right. "Even if you divorce me, I won't leave you." I cocked an eyebrow at that. "Maybe I'm messed up, maybe having watched what my parents did all my life has given me a warped sense of what love is supposed to look like. If that comes to pass, I know you won't take someone else into your heart. You're not that kind of man. So I know you'll need me even if its just to relieve your physical needs. I'll gladly do it for the rest of my life as your roommate if I can no longer be your wife."

I was so damn confused! How was I to respond to any of that? Why do her breasts have to feel so good as they rubbed against my chest as she leaned over me. "Come on, we need to clean up, and this time you can take me in the shower." I noted how her eyes were staring, while not staring into mine, as if she was searching for something. What that was I had no clue at the moment.

The next morning saw us up at fifteen till seven, knowing Jan would be here soon so we could see the exhibits before the big show started at ten that morning. I wasn't expecting to see my sister at the table drinking coffee and reading the paper.. The sight kind of reminded me of how my mother was in the mornings. Maggie was not amused when I said that. Good! Always start the day off on the right foot, I always say. If that meant annoying my nosy sister; all the merrier. Although, I was curious as to why she was dressed so early in the morning, wasn't like she had to work. Nonetheless, I did not like that smug, knowing look in her eyes as Betty and I ate our bowls of cereal. I was washing out my bowl as I heard the knock on the front door. When I opened it, Celine wasn't the person I was expecting to be standing there with Jan beside her. It would seem today would be one of those days.​