Incest/Taboo A Wife's Fall

"I'm sorry, Wane, I know Bill was supposed to drop Jan off this morning yet something happened and he got called in at five this morning." I noted how she couldn't look me in the eye when she said that. The moment she saw me her gaze quickly dropped to the top of her feet like there was something very special that marred them.

"Uncle Wane!" Jan squealed before rushing to me and wrapping her arms around me.

"Good morning, Jan, are you ready for the Planetarium?" I asked, feeling her nodding against me as I rubbed her back. "It's going to be a blast! Why don't you go say hello to your aunts..."

"Aunt Maggie!" I turned to look and there she was like some kind of lightning rod sent to shake me up. Her arrival yesterday had definitely thrown me off-kilter. It annoyed me. I didn't like that sensation. However, I saw no means of rectifying that at the moment; unless I simply threw her out of my house. Then I knew I'd never hear the end of it from my parents. My parents were very good people, it couldn't have been easy raising a child like me.

"Hey munchkin, how've you been?"

"Good, Uncle Wane is taking me to the Planetarium!" I recounted the last time they saw one another. It was about two years ago when she and Griffin made it out here for Christmas that year.

"I heard, guess what?" I noted the smile on Maggie's face as she stared down at Jan. "I'm coming with you," Maggie said, with this rather conniving grin on her face when she peered at me. I wondered what the hell my sister was playing at. "Why don't you go watch some TV. I need to talk with your mother." I saw the shocked look on Celine's face when my sister said that. Granted, I was curious too, though not as much as my sister might have thought.

"You might as well come in, I guess," I said, in a cold, dispassionate voice when I stepped out of the way. Jan's hand slipped into mine as I led her into the living room. Jan was a very affectionate girl. Then again, with how her life has been for the past three years, I would assume she would cling onto anyone that brought some stability to it.

"You want some orange juice while you watch Bugs?" I asked, flipping on the TV turning it to the Boomerang channel that played reruns of the show this early in the morning.

"Please!" I couldn't say no to that warm wide smile of hers. "Thank you, Uncle Wane," Jan said, when she took the glass from me.

"Wane come in here for a moment!" I groaned in my head at the sound of my sister's voice. Just what was she planning now?

"What?" I asked, standing in the doorway of the guest bedroom.

"Come in and close the door so Jan doesn't hear us." I noted the annoyance in her eyes when I sighed loudly. "In order for you two to save this marriage we're going to have a group session."

"Do what?"

"You heard me, Wane, don't play dumb. You're smarter than that." I noticed the defiance in her eyes beckoning me to just say something about it. "These two need to come to understand why they cheated and what actions their parents infidelities had on their young psyches."

"You told her!"

"Of course, I did. I'm trying to save my marriage!" Betty snapped.

"You think because Mom is a slut that's the reason I..." I smirked cruelly when Celine looked away from me when she was about to call herself one. After all, she was indeed a slut.

"Yes, in a way," Maggie nodded, yet her eyes never left me.

"And why the hell do I need to be here?" I asked, not voicing my ponderings from the night before; I so wasn't going to tell my sister any of that. I knew I would need to visit my shrink after our trip to the Planetarium.

"Because you need to understand why this happened. So that you and Betty can begin to heal from this error in judgment. I saw you, Wane, you might have heard Betty's words yet did you really understand them?" She shot me that pointed look of hers knowing I didn't.

"Please, Wane," Betty pleaded with me, those big brown eyes of her glistened in the overhead light.

"Fine, we done?" I asked, eager to get out of that room.

"No, of course not," Maggie smirked, I think she has a sadistic side in her given how it appeared to me that she was taking great enjoyment from my discomfort. "Can you and Bill be here at six tonight? I'm sure Wane wouldn't mind cooking us dinner."

"So now I have to cook for you?" I stated, feeling my eyebrow twitch.

"I am the guest after all." She was enjoying this far too much for my liking.

"Uh-huh, well, you all can stay here, but Jan and I are leaving," I said, noting the time on my phone. I heard their scampering feet when I walked into the living room. Noting how Jan was watching Bugs Bunny and Daffy Duck arguing with one another. "You ready?" I asked, feeling a smile forming on my lips when her head snapped towards me. The way her eyes widened in glee and the smile to match it. "Come on, we don't want to be late do we?" Holding out my hand, seeing her little legs carrying her to me once she had turned off the TV.

~~~Maggie~~~

I watched my brother intently while he and my niece walked around the Planetarium. Also noting how Jan held his and Betty's hands as she walked between them. This wasn't a side of my brother I've ever seen before. It was strange to say the least. When he was younger he was always cold and distant. Never letting any one in, never giving out more than he wanted known. However, after last night, what I saw between Wane and Betty was something so rare for someone like my brother. It seemed to me that Betty had done something that not even his family could do. She had got around that cold exterior of his. Wane might not understand it, yet I saw it, in his own way he loved her.

Don't get me wrong, it wasn't what a normal person would see as love. Yet, I knew my brother, all the actions he has taken to this day wasn't like anything I've experienced with him or with my patients like him. I knew if he didn't have a shred of feeling, if he felt anything in that cold heart of his, then Betty would have long been thrown out of their house. My eyes ran down his back as I stood back as an impartial observer watching every single action, every gesture, every word he spoke to Jan and, oddly, to Betty. I had to throw out everything I knew about my brother. This new Wane was an enigma that I was determined to solve.

"That was so cool!" I heard Jan roar in excitement as we walked towards Wane's car.

"You think so?" I heard the curiosity in Wane's voice when he looked down at Jan. "What was your favorite planet?" I heard him ask when Jan nodded.

"Uranus," Jan said, giggling.

"Oh? Why?"

"Because it's on its side, wouldn't it be cool living on it?" Jan asked, with the innocence of a child.

"Sure, if you like the cold. Think of how big the snowmen would be?" I felt myself smiling at the interaction between the two of them. It was good to know my brother would be good with children if or when he and Betty had their own. "So, who's hungry?"

"Me!" Jan squealed bouncing on her feet.

~~~Betty~~~

How today was so good! Wane was gradually talking to me. While it wasn't the in-depth conversations we've had in the past. It was a huge step given the days of silence on his part. Not that I blame him for it. I did after all put us at odds with each other over my actions. However, my mind was a little preoccupied at the moment knowing yesterday was the peek of my ovulation. While I did want to have Wane's baby I just hoped the two loads he shot into me last night hadn't taken. I didn't think Wane would believe me that I wasn't trying to trap him in our marriage if I told him I was pregnant given how we've always used condoms when we had sex due to my reaction to birth-control pills. Yet the feel of my husband's naked cock in my hot, wet, eager pussy was so fucking good. The thought of a condom at the time was the last thing on my mind as Wane fucked me. I knew it would take time to get back to the point of making love to one another. Still, though, how wonderful it felt to have my husband back inside of me.

"I won't stay long," I whispered as we idled in my parents driveway so they could watch Jan for the night. I lightly squeezed his hand when he nodded. I could tell his mind was struggling with something. What that was I wished I knew. I'd give anything to know what he was thinking at that moment as I opened the passenger door.

"Do I have to stay here?" I looked down as Jan's voice carried her displeasure.

"Don't you like staying with your grandparents?" I asked, as Jan shook her head.

"They're always doing something. Like what Mama used to do."

My eyes widened at what Jan had just told me. I set my jaw as I approached the front door. My fist pounded on the front door. My anger fueling my pumping arm. I couldn't believe they couldn't put their shit away while Jan was staying with them. I wasn't about to allow them to fuck her up like they had with me.

"Where're my parents?" I asked, in a growl when their butler answered the door. I knew that look from anywhere. One of them had one of their fuck toys inside.

"Your father is still at his office. Your mother..."

"I see," I noted how the man was taken aback by my cold tone, "show Jan to the TV room and make sure she doesn't leave it," I said, forcibly.

"You're going to yell aren't you?" Jan asked, peering up at me.

"Yes, so you don't pay any attention to what you hear, alright?"

"Okay." I began to wonder just how much that little girl understood as I watched the butler leading Jan to the other side of the house. Pulling out my phone texting Wane that I needed a few more minutes, that my mother was up to her old tricks again. How I smiled when I read his text when he asked if he could watch. Sending him a kissing emoji before I closed the door behind me. I marched up those grand stairs of my former home knowing exactly where my mother was. I watched how their bodies scrambled to cover themselves as I stormed into the room. Noting the man was the same man they tried to set me up with.

"So... you fucking can't keep your whorish fucking legs closed around your own granddaughter?!" I screamed. Seeing the look of fright in my mother's eyes as I laid into her as she held the sheet against her naked chest. "Isn't that the same assface you tried to set me up with?! Were you going to betray me if I agreed to see that piece of shit?!" I saw how she weakly shook her head as my finger pointed at the man's face. Honestly, I couldn't place the man's name. Not that it mattered, he wasn't important enough to remember. "Get dressed and get out!" I shouted pointing at the door.

"Betty this is..."

"Shut up, slut!" I barked only to see my mother sink deeper into the bed. I sneered as the man scurried out the door like a frightened rat. To me that was exactly what the man was. A rat. "Do you even care what your and Dad's actions have done to us?! About what it's doing to Jan? Do you even fucking care that your constant cheating has seriously fucked up your children where we can't have fucking normal relationships because you conditioned us to think cheating is fucking normal! Well, do you?" I was growing red in the face. "It's bad enough you two have fucked up our lives, do you have to fuck up Jan's too? Do you even care that Jan is aware of what you do? Of course not, you only care about getting that cunt fucked!" My heart fluttered when I turned my head towards the door. There, standing in the hallway, looking at me, his face might not show it, his eyes said he was enjoying the show I was giving. "Clean your shit up! When Jan's here act like a fucking grandmother and not a corner whore!" With that I left my shocked mother there on her bed. Taking my husband by the hand and leading him back down the hall. We both hugged Jan tightly before we said our goodbyes telling her we would take her out Saturday to the park like we've always done.

"Aren't you coming in?" I asked, when we returned to our home. I wasn't going to think of it as Wane's home any more. I was determined to make it our home once again.

"No... I need to talk to..."

"Oh, okay, will you be back before six?" I asked, praying it wasn't that woman. I knew I agreed to the date, yet that didn't mean I was happy about it. "Be safe, I love you, Wane," I said, reinforcing that emotional connection that I was praying that I could repair.

"He'll be back, don't you worry." I nodded as I watched Wane's car disappearing feeling Maggie's arm holding me tight to her. Silently praying to myself that he wasn't going to meet that woman. I don't know how I'd be able to handle that.

~~~Wane~~~

I sat in the waiting room of my psychiatrist. It wasn't my normal day to visit the old man. Nonetheless, what passed through my mind last night still nagged at me. I needed answers and I sure as hell wasn't going to talk to my sister about it. I would never hear the end of it.

"Mr. Carter, Dr. Moses will see you now," the man's receptionist said once she set her phone down. Thanking the woman as I passed her and reached for the doorknob.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Carter," he greeted gesturing to the chair I normally sat in, "what brings you to my office today?" I heard his question as I walked across the room.

"I need answers," I stated, plainly.

"Oh?" I knew this was totally different to anything he's experienced from our past sessions. "Answers to what, exactly?" I remained silent trying to word my questions without sounding impotent. "Mr. Carter, I can't help you if you don't tell me what troubles you."

"I need to know why my wife affects me so," I finally spoke.

"Come again?" I heard the confusion in his voice.

"I need to know why my wife arouses me when another woman cannot."

"Mr. Carter are you contemplating on cheating on your wife?" I heard the man's disapproval in his voice.

"Why not? It didn't seem to bother my wife when I caught her with two other men."

"I see," I watched how the man quickly wrote on his pad, "how did you feel when you came upon that?"

"How do you think I felt?" I retorted. I wasn't here to talk about that.

"I don't know, people like you see such betrayal in a different light than those like me would."

"Rage."

"Oh?! Interesting." I heard the scribbling of the pen on the paper. "What did you do when confronted by this... betrayal?"

"Made all three of them walk the six blocks to her slut of a sister's house, naked," I said, truthfully.

"You didn't harm them?"

"One might have peed blood for a while but no lasting harm," I said, begrudgingly. Not voicing what I had set into motion. I might not have harmed them as much as I would have liked at the time. That didn't mean they would get off Scott free.

"That's good to hear, I'm glad you didn't act on those urges."

"So can we get back to why I'm here?" I asked, slightly annoyed at the diversion.

"Well, hmm... that's hard to say Mr. Carter. If you were like any other man I would have said you were still in love with your wife and the thought of crossing that line, no matter how raw your wife's indiscretion still is, is so abhorrent to your mind that you cannot achieve an erection."

Could it be that? Could I be in love with my wife? Me of all people? Was that even possible for someone like me?

"Tell me, Mr. Carter, when was the last time you two had sexual relations?"

"Last night."

"And before that?" My eyes flickered down as his top of his pen moved quickly as he wrote this all down.

"Two days before her..." I felt my hands curling into fist just thinking about it.

"Where is your wife staying now? Did she move in with her sister?" I shook my head. "Motel?" Again, I shook my head. "You didn't kick her out of your house did you?"

"I kicked her out of my bed, not the house," I admitted.

"Interesting. I'm amazed that you can stand to be around her. I would have thought you would have cut her loose by now. Given your black and white view on such things."

"I know, it boggles me as well," I sighed, dropping my chin to my chest.

"Let me ask, can you see yourself with another woman if you two do get a divorce?"

"No."

"Can you see yourself sleeping with someone else that isn't your wife?"

"... No," I said, after a moment of thought.

"Do you have any wish to sleep with someone that isn't your wife?"

"No."

"Then, Mr. Carter, if you were any other man, I would say you were indeed in love with your wife. Now what this means for you I can't say. It's not common for someone like you to get that attached to anyone. Does she know about your condition?"

"Yes," I nodded.

"How did she react to the news?"

"As anyone would when you tell them you're like this," I shrugged.

"Was she not supportive?"

"Very."

"What about now? Has her support wavered any since that day?"

"No, what's the reason for these questions?" I asked, arching an eyebrow.

"To show you, while, yes, you have every right to be angry, to question whether or not that you can trust her again. I know that will be very hard for you to achieve given what you are. But I want you to try."

"Why?" I asked, confused.

"Because, Mr. Carter, whether you feel the emotion or not your actions show me that you do indeed love your wife in your own unique way. Many women wouldn't be or aren't as supportive to those with your... condition. You have a very special woman, yes she made a grave error in judgment. Yet, sometimes you need to ask yourself am I better with or without her? I've been your psychiatrist for many years now. I know how you were before and after you met your wife. I don't know what it is about your wife, but you have changed from the man you were before you met her. She might be the only person on this planet that can ever get past that armor of yours. I can't tell you to forgive and forget. Only you can do that. Only you can determine if your marriage is worth saving. I will say this if you do choose divorce you will not find a woman as supportive of what you deal with as she is. So, give that some thought before you decide to do anything drastic. Now, Mr. Carter, I'm glad that you came to see me when you're seeking guidance in this most troubling time. Yet I have another patient waiting. If you like we can continue this discussion at our normal appointment time," he said, setting the pad and pen aside.

"Thank you, Dr. Moses, you've given me something to ponder."

"You know my door is always open to you. If anything comes up before our scheduled appointment please feel free to call or come in. Until then, Mr. Carter, have a pleasant rest of the evening." I shook his hand as he held the door to his office open.

I took stock of the young pre-teen male sitting beside his mother. It took me back to the times my own mother or father would bring me to these things in hopes they could some how understand me. I'll give them credit; they did try their best to understand their son. I nodded to the woman as she got to her feet. I could tell the boy didn't like sharing. Like I was at his age. Paying my fee for the doctor's time, pulling out my phone noting the time. Seeing that it was three o'clock in the afternoon. Knowing I could make it to the store and to home with enough time to make dinner for Betty.

My eyes fell on the fountain in the little courtyard that the U-shaped building surrounded. Noting how the water's surface rippled as the fountain shot a jet of water into the air then growing calm after a few seconds. Wondering if this was just like a ripple in that fountain. That if I waited long enough the turmoil I was in would calm itself just like the water's surface. Yet how long would I have to wait? I couldn't say. So deep in thought I failed to notice the people walking past me as my mind ran through the pros and cons of divorcing my wife and giving her a second chance. That didn't mean I was forgiving her, at least not yet. If I ever could forgive her. I will admit, Dr. Moses made some very good points. Betty was a one of a kind woman, even if she had fallen in my eyes.

I arrived home a little after four. Grabbing the grocery bags from the back of my car. If Betty could make my favorite meal, I could return the favor. As always, Betty was there to greet me.

"Hello, Betty." I watched how the light in her eyes burned when those words left my lips. Knowing that was the first time I've greeted her vocally since that day that wasn't some glare of sorts.

"Welcome home, honey," Betty said, in a chipper tone. Her eyes dipped down to the bags in my hands. "What did you get?"

"Thought since you made dinner last night I'd make it tonight." Noticing how she was biting her lip fighting herself from asking the question I saw in her eyes. "Say it, Betty," I said, in a calm tone.

"Did... did you see that woman?" I heard her worry and fear in her voice.

"No, I did not," I answered, hearing her gasp when I placed a kiss on her cheek as I passed.

"Then where did you go?" Her question raced after me as did her legs as I walked into the kitchen. I noted how Maggie was watching us intently from the living room. I so wasn't going to give my sister any ammo she could use against me. So I pulled out my phone, opening my memo app and typed out 'Moses'. I knew she knew who that was. "Are you okay? Do you need to talk?" Her left hand ran along my back as she stepped forward.

"Okay, is subjective," I stated. Pulling out the items I would need to make the chili that Betty so loved to have. Knowing it would be ready by six o'clock. I saw her glee in her eyes as the items lined the counter. "Will I be okay with what you did, I can't say. Or if I ever will be," I said, seeing that glee fading and fear of what's to come next filling her eyes.

"But?" Betty's voice was waiting for the other shoe to drop.

"Get the postnuptial and we'll talk." My body rocked as she threw her arms around my neck. While I wasn't ready to kiss her yet, it seemed Betty didn't get that memo.

"Sorry, its just... this is the first time you've given any indication that there might be a chance for us," Betty said, I noted how she was trying not to tear up. "Can I help any?" she asked, I saw how eager she was just to be around me. Oddly, I did feel some comfort by her presence wondering if what Dr. Moses had said was right. Setting the cornbread mix in front of her while I set out to chop the onion for the chili. I glanced up as I was dicing the onion, I just couldn't look away as her breasts jiggled as she stirred the ingredients together.

"Does this look right to you?" Betty asked, leaning the bowl towards me once she was done mixing seeing how she's never made cornbread before, given how I always was the one that did it.

"Yeah, set the temp to 425," I nodded to the oven, "and get out the cast iron skillet."

"Wane? Are you making Mom's recipe?" I turned my head when Maggie stood at the entrance to the kitchen.

"Yeah, why? Don't want any?" I asked, grinning wickedly. She could either eat what I made or starve.

"What?! Are you ins... wait, scratch that, you might just be." I noted how Betty was fighting not to laugh as I handed her a stick of butter to grease the skillet. "No, I was asking because I haven't had it since the last time I went to see them that wasn't a holiday. Griffin doesn't like chili and its impractical to make it just for myself."

"Knew there was something wrong with that man." I glanced over at Betty as she released a soft snort.

"Ha, ha, I'll have you know Griffin is a very good man, he just doesn't like chili," Maggie stated rolling her eyes at me.

"Why?" I asked, if she was going to pry into my married life, I saw no reason not to do the same. Hearing the sizzling in the bottom of the pot as I sweated the onions. Letting them cook for a moment before adding the green and red bell pepper. Allowing that to soften and cook a bit before I add the spices to so I could bloom the aromatics of the spices. Then added the tomato paste like my mother had shown me years ago. In another skillet I cooked the half pound of pork and beef hamburger mixture to cook off the grease from it. All that just didn't taste good in the chili. Betty was in a whirlwind as she opened up the cans of tomato sauce before I added the meat to the pot.

"He doesn't like beans." I heard her say from behind me.

"He does know that chili doesn't have beans in it, right? If it does it's a stew not chili," I said, from over my shoulder.

"I know! But he won't take my word for it." I chuckled, which Betty lightly hit my arm when Maggie didn't find my humor all that humorous.

"Maybe you should work on that instead of being here," I said, getting my kicks in. "I mean what kind of husband doesn't trust his wife enough on something as simple as... chili." I knew I was being an ass, yet I didn't care. After all, she came here stuck her nose into my business I saw no reason not to repay her. Glancing out of the corner of my eye watching Betty carefully pouring the warm grease into the now empty tomato cans as I waited for the chili to come to a boil before I set it to simmer.

"Watch it, Wane," Maggie uttered darkly.

"What?! Have I said something to upset you?" I asked, enjoying my sister's discomfort. It was about time Maggie was on the defensive. I smirked at my sister's back as she turned on her heel and marched back to the living room. When the oven went off I slid the skillet into it and set the eye to low when the chili was bubbling away.

"Baby, that wasn't very nice," Betty whispered to me as we cleaned up the kitchen. I simply shrugged my shoulders, I didn't care. "Wane," my eyes glanced down when her hand covered mine, "why did you need to see Moses today?"

"Needed to talk to him," I answered vaguely.

"But why?" Betty asked again, I saw the worry in her eyes.

"Personal," I muttered not ready to tell her about what happened last night as I set the lid on the pot and walked out of the kitchen to our bedroom.

"Wane," I sighed as she quickly followed after me and shut the door behind her, "baby, you know you can talk to me. I know I'm not the best person in your eyes right now, but that doesn't mean I've stopped caring about you."

I looked away. I really didn't want Betty to know about my little problem. It just seemed like... wait, I know she would get great enjoyment out of it. Yet that kind of all changed when Betty pressed those breasts into my chest. I felt myself responding to the softness of her body. Why the hell does she have this effect on me?

"Wane, you know you can tell me anything. You know I have never judged you; I might ask questions for clarification but I have never judged you. Please just tell me what is the matter. You're not going dark are you?" If she only knew. Yet the moment she looked down in-between us I knew I had to come clean, either way she would hear about it. I'd rather it come from me than someone else, then I would never hear the end of it.

"That's the problem," I stated in a matter-of-fact tone.

"What does you getting hard have to do with anything? I love that I can make you hard," Betty said, with a wide grin.

"It's the fact that only you can do it is the problem," I admitted.

"What?!" Betty stammered her eyes glancing down once again. "Wane are you telling me, that only I can get you hard?" I groaned in my head as she held this mirthful glee in her eyes at the news.

"I did just say that, Betty."

"Then... then that woman, she couldn't..." I saw how she bit her lip to contain her spreading smile as I nodded.

~~~Betty~~~

"Oh. My. God!" I screamed out in my mind as I noted Wane's nod. "Wane, what does that mean, that I'm the only one that can make you hard?"

"I don't know." It wasn't every day my husband gets blushing cheeks. So when I saw them and how he looked away I knew it had to be something very big.

"It's okay baby, I already know," I cooed up at him. Of course, I knew my husband loved me in his own way. I haven't been with him for this long not to be able to pick up on it. "Want me to tell you why?" I asked, rubbing my breasts into his chest. "It's because you love me, and only me. I love you too, Wane. I always will. I know you won't say it, you don't have to. It's in your actions that shows me that you do." Sucking on my lip as my hand rubbed up and down that thick pole of his. "Why don't I take care of this for you? You know how much I love having it in my mouth," I purred while nibbling on his jaw. Wane offered me no resistance when I lowered the zipper of his pants. I knew we couldn't fuck. Celine and Bill were due to arrive soon and I wasn't about to let them hear me riding my husband hard. How I lavished that cock as I knelt before him. I kept the joy from my face when Wane told me that this cock belonged to me and only me.

"Take that you fucking cunt," I seethed in my mind at the other woman. "You'll never have my husband; I'm not giving him to you. Ever!" How I love having that cock erupt for me like it was doing at that moment. I knew my eyes held a sultry light in them when I peered up at Wane as his crown left my lips. I just hoped that this fact that he has stumbled upon, given his stunted emotions, wouldn't lead him to divorcing me for my foolishness. Just because he loves me doesn't mean he will be able to get over what I had done. I know some people who have gone through this, they say while they do love them just the fact that they couldn't overlook what their spouses had done. Kissing that crown before I put it back into its home. Where I hope I'll have many, many more years to show it that I love it and its owner.

"Alright, seeing we're all here and had a very good dinner prepared by Wane." I smirked at my husband when he had that smug look on his face at the fact that Maggie had three bowls of his chili and ate a quarter of the cornbread at dinner. I noted how Maggie wouldn't look at Wane as he sat beside me. I always enjoyed watching how the two of them interacted.

"You have to teach me how you make that," Bill said, looking around me at Wane. "Best chili I've had in years." I saw how Wane nodded. I knew he and Bill got along great. "Thanks for taking Jan to the Planetarium again."

"Not a problem," Wane spoke, my hand squeezed his thigh as I smiled at him. While he and I had a long way to go to get back to the point before my fuck up, it was very pleasant to see my husband letting go of his pain just a little bit.

"Now, the two of you," I noted how Maggie looked at Bill and Wane when she said that, "I want you to remain quiet as we talk. I promise you there will be time for you to ask questions later, right now I want you to listen, really listen." Maggie looked right at Wane when she said that. I saw Bill nod, and Wane grumbled: 'Fine.'

"Celine, when was the first time you remember catching your mother or father having an affair?"

"Seven... that's the earliest I can remember," Celine stated after a few moments of silence.

"I know you were four when you saw your mother's threesome." I nodded when Maggie said that.

"Betty why didn't you tell me?!" Celine asked, looking around Bill at me.

"I didn't remember it until she put me under," I said, taking my sister's offered hand feeling her squeezing it.

"After some thought, I've come to the conclusion that you two have what's called a 'Lovemap'."

"A what?!" I asked, in confusion.

"It's a concept originated by sexologist, John Money," Maggie stated factually. "In it he states: a developmental representation or template in the mind and in the brain depicting the idealized lover and the idealized program of sexual and erotic activity projected in imagery or actually engaged in with that lover. Given how young the two of you were in seeing your parents blatant infidelities. Your minds imprinted that what they were doing was a normal, rational way to love your partner." I watched how she gestured to Wane and Bill. "Now, I'm not condoning what either of you have done." I felt my face heating, I noted how Celine's was as well. "Yet, given this, I can see where you, Celine, would think cheating on Bill as long as you have would be fine. Your parents have been doing this for how many years?"

"Too long." I heard Celine mutter.

"Agreed. But your adolescent minds wouldn't know the difference between love and lust. So, as you two grew older your minds equated what they were doing as love and not what it really was. A betrayal of the vows they took."

I noted how Wane was actually paying attention as the hour passed. I also noted how upset Bill was getting as Maggie had Celine disclose every affair she had. Telling her that the only way for her and Bill to stay together is to be a hundred percent truthful with him. That meant telling him about every man she's been with. Then it was my turn. How I felt the coldness coming off of Wane when I went over everything with Maggie and how Sean and Dean had hoodwinked me into thinking that having a threesome with them would be good for our marriage. I'm not saying it was all their fault, no, that would just be silly of me. I was the one who brought them home with me, I was the one with their cocks in my mouth and my pussy. I was the one who defiled our marriage bed for an obsession. I had to run to the bathroom a few times because the thought of it made me sick to my stomach. Every time I returned I'd start again at where I had left off. Then Celine exploded.

"What do you mean Jan knows about Mom?!" I watched how my sister cursed as she paced the living room. "Can she not keep her damn legs closed when her granddaughter is around!"

"But didn't..."

"Don't even say it, Bill!" Celine snapped. "I might have slept around but I never, ever defiled our home like that. Ever! You hear me! I would never let Jan see that!"

"So you never fucked another man in my bed?" I started to speak until Wane placed his hand on my arm.

"She made her bed; she needs to lie in it." Were his only words to me.

"No, never, Bill, I can't tell you how sorry I am for ever treating you and Jan like that." I noted how Celine dropped to her knees in a pleading posture. "As much as the men wanted to I refused. I might be a slut, but I love you far too much to dishonor you like that."

"At least you know what you are," Bill grumbled, I saw how that hurt my sister. Yet, it was warranted.

"Please, honey, there has to be something I can do to prove to you I still love you," Celine begged.

"A chastity belt would be nice." I didn't know if Wane said that to be supportive or vindictive, I was leaning towards vindictiveness given Celine's involvement in my downfall.

"He has a point, the only way I'm going to be able to trust you again is if I know you aren't out spreading your legs for whatever man catches your fancy. I'll hold onto the key for when I or you leave, at home it comes off. But I want a battery of test done on you before you even think of returning to my bed." I saw how Celine hung her head in defeat. "It's either that or we divorce."

"Okay, Bill, I'll wear it."

"Good. Now let's go save our daughter from the fucking mess that your parents are," Bill said, surging from his seat. "Maggie, I thank you; this was enlightening."

"I'm happy to help. If you two ever need someone to talk to," handing him her card, "I do video therapy. I'm not saying it will be easy for the two of you. But I can see that she still loves you and you her." With that I watched my sister and brother-in-law walking out of my house.​