Incest/Taboo A Wife's Fall

~~~Betty~~~

I stood in fright between two patrolmen as I rode the elevator up to the department my husband works in. I had no idea why I was being dragged down here for. I was sitting at my desk, doing my work so I could go on lunch, remembering how the last three nights had gone. I had my husband back, at least physically. The road to repair our relationship that I had stupidly harmed was a far more difficult trail to trek. Nevertheless, I was determined to ensure to Wane that I would never stumble like that again.

So imagine my surprise when I looked up, and there stood two uniformed officers. Looking around as I followed after, "Wane?!" I gasped in my mind when I walked past the door to one of their interrogation rooms. "Oh, God, what happened? Oh, shit, this is bad, this is very bad," I mumbled to myself, remembering how Sean and Dean didn't show up to work Tuesday and Wednesday. I knew Wane wasn't done. The question now is: can I live with what I know and still remain? I pondered this as I was led into a room and told to have a seat. I knew this day would come, and I told myself I would lie to the police if I had to. I guess I knew my answer to my question.

"Thank you for coming in, Mrs. Carter. I'm Detective Sanders with IAB." I turned my head as the door opened, and in stepped a late fifties man with salt and pepper hair. "Now I have some questions that will be hard to hear, but I need to ask them, so please bear with me."

"Okay, what's this about, and why are you talking to my husband?" I asked, looking at the man, then to the one-way glass, knowing someone must be behind it.

"Mrs. Carter, do you know these two men?" the man asked, laying Sean's and Dean's pictures before me.

"Yes, I had an affair with them," I said truthfully. I could see that the man was taken aback that I was so candid about the transgression I had made against Wane and my wedding vows.

"You're admitting that you're in a sexual relationship..."

"No, I said, had an affair, past tense, and it was only the one time, plus they're my co-workers, so of course, I know them. Why are you asking me these questions?"

"How was your husband acting before the days of Tuesday and Wednesday?" Detective Sanders asked, pulling out a pad and pen.

"Normalish, we've been doing a lot of counseling; as you can suspect, Wane wasn't happy when he walked into that. So we've been working on trying to work things out."

"And how did your husband take it when he came home that day?" he asked.

"Marched us out the door nude as he found us to my sister's house six blocks down the street," I answered truthfully. Knowing Wane, he wouldn't lie about that day. So I knew I couldn't leave out a part or sugarcoat it either. If I was going to keep my Wane from going to jail, I would bear my sins for all to see.

"And how did he do that? Surely these two men could have easily overpowered your husband."

"With his gun, not threateningly," I assured the man.

"And has he ever made any threats that you know of against these two men after that day?" Detective Sanders asked, lightly touching the two pictures.

"No, he has not," I stated firmly.

"At any time has he acted strangely around you... you know, disappearing at odd hours, on the phone or texting to someone and quickly putting it away?" I knew what he was trying to do; I wasn't falling for it.

"No, he has not," I repeated.

"Thank you, Mrs. Carter, for coming down, one last question. Where were you on Tuesday at 9 and 10am on Wednesday?"

"At my desk, taking phone calls and doing my work, you can ask anyone on the floor," I said, gesturing with a wave of my hands.

"Please wait here while we talk with your husband," Detective Sanders spoke; I just simply nodded. Praying to God that Wane had nothing to do with this, even though I had a feeling he did.

~~~Wane~~~

I knew I'd be sitting at this table. I accepted that the moment I put this into motion. However, I knew I covered my tracks before they drew their last breaths, so I wasn't worried. Although, the sight of the Captain of the division I work in entering did pique my interest.

"Good morning Mr. Carter. I'm Detective Sanders with IAB," he said, introducing himself as he walked into the room and nodded to the Captain.

"Want to tell me why someone from IAB wants to speak with me? Sir, should I have a lawyer present for this?" I asked, looking at my boss.

"They're simple questions, Wane, nothing to be worried about," the Captain said; I knew he was there to oversee this interrogation.

"Mr. Carter, do you know who these two men are?"

"Yes," I answered as he slid their pictures towards me.

"Who are they, Mr. Carter?"

"The men I found fucking my wife," I stated, pushing the pictures back towards him. "What of it?"

"Did you or did you not, at gun point, march your wife, Sean Douglas, and Dean Shepherd nude down the street to your sister-in-law's six blocks away?" I stared into the eyes of the man across from me; I could see the job was it to him.

"Yes."

"At any point in time did you threaten, assault, them in any way?"

"No, the moment they stepped on Celine's property, I turned and went back home; after that, I never saw them again," I said truthfully.

"And did you speak to a Mrs. Douglas and Mrs. Shepherd at any time during that day?"

"Yes, a little after I got home. I was in the middle of tossing my wife's things into the guest bedroom when their phones went off in the pants they left behind. So I answered it, told them who I am, why I would have their husband's phones, and where to find their cheating husband's in the nude."

"And what happened to their belongings, Mr. Carter?"

"Gathered up their shit, tossing it in the car they had arrived in and took a piss in the back seat all over it and the car, then I tossed the key on the front seat, locked the doors, called Robert down at the tow yard we use and had it towed to their impound lot," I stated factually. I could see the amusement in his eyes.

"After that, you say you have had no contact with these people?"

"That's right," I nodded.

"Where were you on Tuesday at 9 and 10am on Wednesday?"

"Tuesday, I was on my way with Grey to another crime scene in the Bondage slayings case, and Wednesday I was on scene at a domestic homicide," I said, seeing his pen moving across his notepad.

"Wane, until this investigation is over or until you're cleared, I'm putting you on paid leave. It's not that I think you had a hand in it; I just have to protect our ongoing cases," my boss said once the Detective had left the room. I had thought this might happen. Not that I was going to enjoy it. "Since you'll be on suspension, you'll be barred from any and all police functions, that's including the awards dinner. I'm sorry, Wane." Well, saves me the trouble of thinking of a lie to get out of it.

"I'm being refunded for my tickets, right?" I asked, looking up at him. I had bought them before Betty had her fit of insanity, as she calls it. I could see I had caught him off guard. "Seeing how I've already paid for them." Everyone knew where they were, where I always place them when they come in, on top of my computer. I, however, wasn't expecting the man to reach into his jacket and pull out his wallet. "I'm sorry, son; I hope the two of you can work it out. Maybe this time away from this place can help you and your wife." I knew he meant well; I had my doubts as he placed the forty dollars to cover the cost in my hand.

~~~Betty~~~

My head snapped over to the door as it opened after what seemed like hours of waiting to me. My eyes lit up at the sight of my husband standing in the doorway. While it wasn't there because of my actions, I knew in my heart there were still embers clinging to life, embers ready to spring back to life if given the right fuel.

"Come on, Betty, let's go to lunch." I perked up at that. My heart raced as I stared into those green eyes of his. As long as Wane wasn't the one that actually killed them, I can look past it. I was surprised it hadn't happened yet, given the way they live.

"Yes, Wane," I said, sliding out of my seat. I shot the woman that's been trying to lure my husband away a glare as we walked past the bullpen. Wrapping my arm around his waist, telling that woman who he belonged to.

"Maybe next time, Wane." I heard her call out to him as we continued our trek.

"Wane, what happened?" I asked once the elevator's doors rolled closed.

"Got suspended until I'm cleared. It shouldn't take long."

"Did you...?"

"No, I can't be at two places at once, Betty."

"Okay, I just had to ask, you know that, so where are we going to for lunch," I asked as I lightly held onto him.

"Somewhere where we haven't been in a while."

"You don't mean our diner?" I asked with wide, loved-filled eyes at my husband. It was the place we had most of our lunch dates when we were still in college.

"Unless you want something else?" I shook my head as Wane looked at me with a cocked eyebrow.

"No, honey, that sounds perfect," I said bashfully, wondering if he remembered that was the first place he ever told me that he loved me. That was when that light first appeared. A light that I was determined to reignite once again.

"You remembered," I gasped in shock as a Pepsi-float sat waiting for me when I returned from my trip to the lady's room.

"It is your favorite drink here." I just smiled, giggling to myself at how my husband looked away. I knew the moment he said those words those five years ago that I alone was indeed special. I will just have to bear the guilt for my sins at their passing. I knew they would find nothing. This was also Wane's punishment towards me for my transgressions.

"Still, it's a thoughtful gesture, honey," I said, bringing the straw to my lips. "So, any thoughts about what you're going to do while you're home?"

"Yeah, getting my sister out of my house."

"You know Jan might like to come keep you company during the day if you get too bored," I said, laying my hand over his. Seeing those eyes of his searching me like he did that night, his sister put me under. "So, what's on the menu for tonight?" I asked, knowing the past two nights had been one humiliating slutty position after another. I wasn't opposed to them. If my husband wanted me as a slut, his slut, then I'll be as slutty as he wants, just not too much pain.

"I'm thinking paddle." I sat straighter in my seat as my pussy heated at that tone. Recounting how he had spanked me before I rode that black dildo.

"Please, not too hard, okay?" I said low; I knew I was blushing. I didn't care. That, along with my pussy heating, always happens when Wane talks like that.

Even when our food arrived, I was always touching him in some form or manner. To show him I was still his. That I always will be his.

"You know, once this whole thing is over, why don't we go see your parents," I said before taking a bite of my fry.

"Really, that's your suggestion, my parents? Here I thought it'd be the beach." I playfully kicked Wane in the shin when he gave me that playful look of his.

"Maybe we can split it, two days with your parents, then drive to the mountains," I said, knowing how he likes vacationing there more than the beach.

"You hate the mountains." I don't hate it, just the cold.

"But you love it; I'm sorry we don't go more often," I said sincerely. Smiling when Wane leaned forward, telling me that he was interested. I kept my elation at that this was another step towards my redemption.

"You're serious? Five days in the mountains?"

"I am," I nodded. "Since we have the time, how about we go to Lake Louise." This time of year it was a beautiful place, just not when there's four feet of snow on the ground.

"Lake Louise? You aren't pulling my chain?"

"I'm not; I'd never joke about that place with you, Wane. What do you say about spending the week with me in the mountains?" I asked in a playful, flirtatious tone.

"If your serious about this, I'll look into renting a cabin or whatever is open." I smirked in my mind as I chewed on my burger as his mind began to plan and ponder on what would be needed for the trip.

After lunch, I held my husband's hand as he drove me back to my place of work. While the row was still hard to hoe, the headwaters have at least calmed enough for me to see hope.

~~~Wane~~~

"I'll be home at five," Betty said, looking over at me when we sat idling in front of her office building.

"Alright," I nodded, knowing that was the usual time she did.

"Wane, can we have your sweet and sour chicken tonight?"

"I'll have to stop at the store, but yeah, if you want. Want white or fried rice with it?" I asked, knowing we hadn't had that in a while.

"Fried, please." I glanced down at the feel of the light touch of her thumb along the back of my hand. I still can't understand why Betty, out of everyone on the planet, affected me so. It was just not normal for me. Even my own family didn't affect me like Betty did; it was rather strange, to say the least. "Wane?"

"Hmm?"

"Can... Can I please have a kiss before I go back to work?" I noted the bashfulness on my wife's face. The moment our lips touched, I felt that fire that's always been there. That feeling I felt the night I took my wife again after what I had walked into. It was maddening, I tell you! Betty pressed her forehead against mine after our lips parted.

"I can never get enough of that." I felt Betty's hot breath on my lips as she softly sighed. "I'll see you at home tonight," Betty said before I felt the light caress of her lips once again. My eyes just couldn't look away from my wife's ass as she walked towards the front entrance of her place of work. I was like a deer caught in the headlights when Betty peered back at me. Who had a smile on her lips as I quickly turned my focus back to the road. Feeling rather foolish in allowing myself to get flustered like that. Running my hand down my face when I saw the smile on her lips before she turned back around and headed for the door. Pulling away from the curb once I had made sure the coast was clear and headed off towards the Asian market.

I drove towards my house, knowing there was a very good one near my home; it was where I normally got the ingredients. What Betty doesn't know is why I know how to cook Chinese dishes so well. It was because before I met her, I had spent a year in northern China as a cultural exchange student in my last year of high school when the mother of the family I was staying with taught me many things while I was there, namely in speaking Jin, the official language spoken in that part of their country. I know her recipes had saved me a lot of money when I was in college. I made a few extra dollars when I would make fried rice in my dorm. It was an easy and very cheap meal to make.

After a twenty-minute drive, I pulled into the parking lot of the Asian market. The sound of my car locking filled my ears as I walked towards the shop's front doors.

"Hello," I greeted politely in Jin when I knew most of the workers there were from that part of China. It would amuse me, if I felt that emotion, at the looks that would always appear on their faces, at least the newish hires, that were there when they heard an American speaking it. Grabbing a basket from the stack of them. Seeing a few smiles directed at me from those who had seen me shopping at that store before. Waving to the butcher that stood behind the enclosed cold storage display showing off their freshly butchered meat.

"It's so good to see you again; what can I get you?" the man spoke in his native tongue as I stepped up to the display case. Running my eyes over the selections, flashes of the first time I had Peking duck flared in my mind.

"Let me get four boneless chicken breasts, three of those steaks, and four of those hóng cháng sausages," I replied, noticing how nice the marbling was on the steaks.

"So what's for dinner?" the man asked, making small talk. I kind of hate it; it's rather annoying to me; nevertheless, I do have to appear normal, and what do normal people do? Make small talk.

"The wife wants sweet and sour chicken tonight," I answered as I watched the man individually wrap the items in butcher paper before securing the flap with a piece of tape except for the sausages he wrapped together. Placing them on the scale and ringing up the sale. Leaning forward as I signed the debit slip and handed it back to him before he handed me the items in a tied plastic bag. It was their way of telling those who worked up front that the items had already been paid for.

"You know..." Seeing the man's smile widening when I nodded my head that I did know how to make it. Inquiring if they had any rice Sherry in stock, seeing how they were out the last time I was there. Nodding as I looked towards where he was pointing as he gave me directions on where to find it. Not that I drink it, it just tastes good when the chicken marinates in it.

I did garner a few looks as I walked down aisles getting the items I needed that I was out of stock of at the house. Given how it has been a few months since I last cooked a Chinese dish, I haven't visited the store since then. Looking down when I felt something hitting my foot, not hard, mind you, just enough to get my attention. Noting how the boy that could be no older than three just stood there frozen. I had a feeling he didn't know how to speak English yet.

"Is this your ball?" I asked in Jin as I squatted down and took it into my hand. Seeing the boy's firm nod that it was indeed his. "You sure this is your ball?" I teased with a joking smile. Again, I was met with a nod but a smile as well. "Here you go, you better be careful with it; you don't want to get lost chasing it," I said, holding the ball out to him as I saw his mother looking for him. Grabbing the small bottle of white pepper as the little boy scampered off. I gave the boy's mother a nod of greeting as her son spoke up to her as he pointed at me. Returning the bow, she gave me before she and her son moved off to checkout. Heading over to the frozen section and grabbing a bag of mixed vegetables, it's just easier. Then ambling over the fresh vegetable and fruit section, picking out two oranges, a lemon, and a bundle of green onions.

My trunk lid sounded in a thump after I had stored my purchases. Starting the car, heading off towards home with thoughts of Lake Louise on my mind.

~~~Betty~~~

For the rest of my day I had this grin on my lips. A few of my co-workers pointed it out. How could I not be wearing a smile! I did just catch my husband checking out my ass. How could I not be happy about that?! I was fucking elated! When Wane looked away? It was so cute! Now someone that doesn't know my husband would probably not notice a thing. I, however, did. Still though, Sean and Dean's disappearance was making the rounds. I noticed some looks given what had happened between the three of us. Not that I could blame them for having some suspicion, yet I was there at my desk doing my work so I couldn't be looked at as a suspect. I did wonder what they would truly think when news of their deaths hit the airwaves. Shaking the thought from my head as I rode the elevator down to the parking garage to level two, where I normally park.

I couldn't let that enter my mind. I knew if I started to doubt, then my attempts to save this marriage, that I wholeheartedly had crashed into the rocky shore, would find itself back in the ash heap. I was determined not to let that happen, ever! I just hoped they could find nothing to tie Wane to their deaths. I didn't even know how they died either. So I couldn't even begin to fathom what all had transpired.

Texting Wane that I was on my way home. My heart fluttered when he texted back within a minute of me sending mine, saying: Okay, be safe. My thumb ran along those digital letters. Knowing I was slowly but surely getting back to the way it used to be before I had my bit of insanity. I knew we had many more months, if not years, before it truly was back to the way it was. Still, I could take solace in the fact that it appeared that I wasn't about to be divorced from the man I loved, and hurt so much with my foolishness.

The moment I walked into the door of our home, I instantly heard Wane and his sister arguing.

"Why didn't you tell me you could cook Chinese?!" I heard Maggie exclaim from our kitchen.

"You never asked, am I supposed to tell you every single thing I can do?"

"Yes!" I fought myself from chuckling at Maggie's response. "Especially if you can cook Chinese!"

"Not my fault you never bothered to ask about my time in China." Okay, that was fucking news to me! When the hell did Wane go to China?! "Nope, you were too busy chasing tail to bother with asking about my year there." I crept along so as not to divulge that I was home yet, all so I could learn more about my husband's past.

"Well?! Now I'm asking, so spill!" I noted how Maggie peered out the corner of her eye when she spotted me.

"Hello, Betty." Wane called out. I wondered how he always did that.

"Don't you change the subject, tell me how you know how to cook Chinese?!" I always wondered why Wane needed two woks as he worked over the stove as I listened to the oil bubbling away. I noted how Maggie was growing frustrated the longer Wane remained silent.

"Wane, honey, when did you go to China?" I asked, stepping into the kitchen.

"Senior year of high school." I heard the matter-of-fact tone of his voice as he answered.

"And where or who taught you to cook?" I asked, watching how he flipped the fried rice into the air like he normally did whenever he made it. Smelling the sweet and sour sauce, he made from scratch on the air as it cooled off in the bowl Wane normally used for it when it sat on the island counter. Watching Wane moving the fried rice off the heat and pouring it into a serving bowl. It was subtle, but I saw it in Wane's eyes; he was enjoying the fuming look on his sister's face when he continued to remain silent.

"Wane, don't make me pour that hot sauce down your pants." My head turned. I was rather shocked, to say the least, when those words came out of Maggie's mouth. I've never heard her utter a threat before. "Who taught you?"

"You keep demanding something, yet, haven't had the courtesy to utter that one word," Wane said from over his shoulder as I watched how he went to stand in front of the last wok. Watching how he turned the cooking chicken with the spider strainer, he had bought a few years ago. I noted how Maggie's jaw muscles clenched and unclenched, wondering how long they had been at it.

"Please, Wane, please tell us who taught you how to cook Chinese food," I spoke as I picked up the bowl of sauce and carried it to the table. I so couldn't wait to eat his sweet and sour chicken. It was always better than what I found in some of the restaurants around town. Feeling my cheeks blushing when Wane held out two pot holders to me, knowing that the dish with the fried rice would be hot.

"The mother of the family I was staying with taught me while I was there, among other things." I heard Wane answer as I walked towards the table.

"Oh?! Did she? What else did she teach you?" I asked, very curious to know more about his past.

"How to speak Jin properly, my Mandarin is rusty, though," Wane said offhandedly as he pulled the hot chicken out of the oil and set it on the wire rack. I knew he did this for a reason; he would let it sit out of the oil for a minute then return the batch back to the oil. It made the batter crispy, or that's what Wane told me when I first asked why he did that.

"What's Jin?" I looked over at Maggie when she asked that question.

"The language they speak in northern China where I was staying at the time."

"Let me hear some," Maggie demanded. I was a little taken aback when Wane just rattled off so rapidly that I couldn't even follow what he was saying. Although I don't think it was anything pleasant that he said when he looked at his sister. "Wane, you better not have cursed at me." I noted how Maggie's temper was rising. I always found it strange that Wane could be so cold and emotionless if you don't know how to read the man while his sister had no problem showing her emotions when she was either happy or upset like she was now.

"Then you'll just have to wonder, won't you?" Wane spoke; I wonder why he was like this to his sister when he pulled the last of the chicken from the hot oil. Watching him reaching forward and cutting off the eye of the stove. I quickly placed the spider and the spatula in the sink when he held them out to me. Before he placed the wooden lid, he got to go with the woks on top of the one that was filled with the oil.

"Thank you, Wane, for making this for me," I said shyly as we readied to enjoy the meal my husband had made for us.

"You're welcome." I watched how he ladled each of us our own dipping sauce into the small glass bowls we used when we had Chinese for dinner. I held out my hand to Wane for his plate so I could load it up with that delicious, fried rice he had just made.

"Wane, what is this?" Maggie asked her fork poking at the diced bit of sausage I knew he normally added to the rice.

"Hóng cháng, it's sausage." I heard Wane say in that matter-of-fact tone of his. "It's like a Polish sausage. It's a favorite in the region where I stayed in China."

"Oh, okay." I watched how Maggie eyed him as she took a bite of the fried rice. Watching how she savored that first bite. My eyes glanced over as Maggie slapped him hard on his arm. "That's for not telling me you could cook like this!" Maggie exclaimed before digging into her rice. "Oh, this sauce is amazing!"

"Wane?" My voice was light as I reached over, laying my hand on his left arm. "Please tell me that woman taught you how to make Peking duck," I voiced, noting how Maggie's eyes were on her brother waiting on his answer. I've always wanted to try it.

"Yeah, but it's a lot of work just to prep the duck," Wane said before taking a bite of the chicken he held in his chopsticks. I could never get mine to move as well as Wane did, so I opted for a fork. I always wondered how he could be so good at using them, now I know.

"Then you get what you need and show us how it's done," Maggie said in that stern sisterly voice of hers.

"No." I know he only said it to irk his sister, given the look in Maggie's eyes.

"What do you mean, no?" I remained quiet as I watched the two of them.

"You'll be leaving soon, so don't see the point," Wane said with this mischievous grin on his face.

"I told you, Wane, I'm not leaving until I know the two of you are good."

"Oh, you are, seeing how we won't be here in about two days." My eyes lit up, knowing that meant he was able to book us a cabin or a room at Lake Louise.

"Wane, does that mean what I think it means?" I asked, not hiding my excitement in spending the week alone with my husband, seeing him nodding to my question.

"And where are the two of you going?"

"I was thinking of spending two days at your parents' place, then we'd head up to Lake Louise for about five days," I said, noting how Wane's eyes cut to me.

"I see." I watched her tap her chin as Maggie sat back in her chair. "Well, that only means I have to come along. No sense in going home when you two are still on the rocks." I noted the wicked grin she shot her brother.

"Oh, no, I think you've overstayed as it is," Wane said, putting his foot down.

"Sorry, little brother, but I'm going, and that's the end of it," Maggie nodded sternly.

"Don't you have a husband to go home to?"

"He's fine; he understands," Maggie said, waving him off. "He knows how stubborn you can be and that it's going to take time to get you to come around to my way of things." I noted the small tick in Wane's eyebrow that only happened with his sister. "He's a doctor, too, you know, so he understands."

"I wouldn't call yourself a doctor." I took a bite of what was left of my rice as I watched on, enjoying the dinner entertainment.

"Wane?! I am too a doctor!" Maggie said sternly.

"Oh, and when was the last time you treated a medical condition?" I knew he only said it to get under her skin like she has been doing ever since she showed up in town.

"I went to medical school, you know!"

"So... never, got it."

"It's like arguing with a child!" Maggie huffed.

"Hey, you're free to leave anytime you want," pointing his thumb over his shoulder at the front door, "no one is keeping you here."

"Not happening, Wane, and the more you try, the more I'm just going to dig my heels in. Who knows, me and Griffin might just move in." I noted the wicked glee in Maggie's eyes, reminding me that sometimes she is definitely like her brother when pushed.

"You wouldn't dare?!"

"Try me, Wane, you should know me well enough by now." I wonder if this would be what I would be walking into for the next two days when I come home from work as they bantered back and forth during the rest of dinner.

"Wane, why don't you come and join me in the shower," I purred as we both stood in our bedroom after Maggie and I did the dishes since Wane cooked us that fantastic meal. After all, my husband was off, so we could take our time and just enjoy our wet, naked bodies. Watching how those eyes of his eyed me while I stripped.

"I..."

"Come on, Wane, I know you want this," I cooed wantonly, shaking my panty-covered ass at him. Peering over my shoulder, smiling at him as I pulled my cheeks apart, causing the material of my underwear to find its home in the crack of my ass. Recounting how he told me that only I could make him hard. I might have fallen; I might have stumbled in my stupidity, yet, with Maggie's and the marriage councilor's help, I was determined never to be that stupid again. Turning my body, all so Wane could leer at my breasts. "Don't you like holding onto these when they're all nice and soapy?" I purred, cradling my breasts, teasing my nipples and my man. Watching those eyes of his run down my body, not in disgust, but in want. Although a normal person who didn't know my husband wouldn't have been able to notice it. Wane's looks are subtle; most overlook them as if it was just a normal facial expression, not me. I knew. I've always known. Biting the inside of my cheek when I noted movement in his pants. "Come on, Wane, I don't bite unless you want me to," I purred seductively at my husband. "Don't you want to take your slutty wife in the shower?" I asked, rolling and gyrating my body like I have done for the past three nights. After all, I am my husband's slut, and why should my husband wait to slip his cock into my slutty pussy, that gets so damn hot for him?

"This is what you want, isn't it, my little slut?" Wane never called me that outside of the bedroom. Not that I minded after what I did, I have earned that title. Although I wish I never had to earn it in the first place, yet we can't change what has happened; all we can do is hope the other spouse is a bigger person to work through the hurt.

My eyes couldn't look away when my husband shook that hard cock at me. Feeling my pussy heating and moistening, knowing exactly what that cock could do to my pussy. "Oh, baby, is that big, hard cock for me?" I asked, practically drooling at the sight of my husband's manhood as it pointed at me. Feeling my breasts sway as I crawled across the bed to have that rod within my mouth. It was a crime not to?! I've grown to enjoy how Wane face-fucks me just like he was doing at that moment. The moment I felt that hot spunk filling my mouth, I didn't hesitate to swallow it all like the good little slut I am for my man. After all, I do have to ensure that bitch never sinks her claws into my husband! "Thank you, baby," I said the moment the head of his rod left my lips when I gazed up at him with a smile on my lips. "Now that I've had my desert, why don't we wash up, and you can pound me good and hard." Swaying my ass as I walked into the bathroom, knowing Wane's eyes were on me.

"Oh, fuck! Yes, Wane, fuck me!" My moan echoed off the shower walls as those strong hands held onto my hips as he took me from behind. Reaching down, rubbing my clit to urge on both our orgasms so we wouldn't waste all the hot water. Not that I minded, really, I thought I would never again feel my husband's cock deep within me like it was at that moment. My legs trembled, threatening to send me to the floor of our shower if it wasn't for Wane's hands on my hips. Feeling that hot seed filling up my womb as we came together. Resting my back against his chest feeling his cock shrinking inside of me as his cum oozed out around it. Pressing my left cheek against his right while he fondled my breasts as we recuperated in that steamy heat.

"Wane?"

"Hmm?" I heard his hum as we both got dressed in our evening attire. Which involved nice comfortable pajamas, and what better to wear after a good romp in the shower than to relax in your favorite pair of pajamas?

"I'm not looking for an answer right at this moment, but I want you to think on something for me. Can you do that?" I asked, hearing him turning to look at me as the t-shirt I wore to bed normally, which in truth I stole from Wane, but we, ladies, are allowed to purloin our man's gear, slid down my chest.

"Okay, and what is this about?" I heard Wane's inquiring tone as I still had my back to him as I tugged on the hem of the shirt.

"Babies."

"Do what now?!"

"I want to have your baby, Wane. I know we have far, far more to go before we even get to that point in our relationship again, but I do want our own child. I know you'd make a good father; I can see it when you're with Jan. Just give it some thought, okay?" I uttered, seeing how those eyes of his were studying me.

"You two done in there?! It's time for our session!" I watched how Wane's eyes rolled in his head when Maggie's voice called out to us.

"I know she's getting on your nerves, honey, but she is helping us, isn't she?" I asked, laying my hand lightly on Wane's right arm.

"We're doing fine; we don't need her." I, however, didn't think so; I still think we needed Maggie there to referee for us. Wane might not show explosive anger like normal people do. Yet when you hear that cold, calculating tone of his, if you knew my husband well enough, you knew he was pissed, or as close to it as he gets to it from our viewpoint.

"Just a little more, okay? For me?" I asked in a loving tone.

"Fine, fine, but if she runs screaming from the house, I warned you."

"If that happens, I'll prance naked for a week." I bit my lip when I noted that hunger in his eyes as my husband thought about it. How that made my pussy just reawaken at the sight of it.

The moment we walked out of our bedroom, my eyes widened at the sight of all the photos that Wane had taken down that I had seen when I returned back to the house after Wane had found me with Sean and Dean that were laying on the coffee table. Maggie was sitting in the same chair she has been ever since she has been helping us.

"I thought I tossed those out; what are they doing here?" My face heated as I lowered myself down beside Wane on the couch. Remembering how I had saved every one of them from the trash. I noted how Wane's eyes were on our wedding album that sat on Maggie's lap.

"I don't know, I found them in the closet of the guest bedroom," Maggie said, her eyes flickered over to me.

"Don't be mad, Wane," I said, turning to look at him. "But when I came home and saw them there. I know you did it because I betrayed our vows, but I just couldn't let us end like that. Even if we do divorce, I wanted the reminder of what I had done to lose you," I uttered truthfully, noting how he listened to every word I spoke.

"Why?" I could hear that need to understand when he had no inkling of those types of emotions I was feeling that day. Reaching over, taking his hand into mine just so I could touch him as much as I could. I knew this could still end badly for me no matter how hard I tried to save our marriage. I'm not saying Wane wasn't; he was; his participation in these sessions told me as much. If he didn't, he would have let it all falter and watched me slowly die.

"Because you, Wane, you are the only man I've truly loved. Yes, I know, I hurt you with the one thing that I swore never to do. Even if I can't be with you, I still want you close to me. I know I'm totally fucked up given my childhood, but you aren't normal either. I think our issues complement each other, that none of that ever comes up when we're together. We each bring out the best in one another aside from my fuck up," I stated with all sincerity. I kept my elation from my face when I felt Wane's thumb brushing along the back of my hand. While Wane wasn't the most affectionate man in the world, if you spend your life with him, you'll notice the little things.

"I see."

"Wane, how do you feel after hearing that?" Maggie asked; however, Wane's gaze never left mine. Knowing he was remaining silent to irk his sister, moreover, I saw what he thought within those eyes of his.

"It's okay, baby, you don't have to say it; I already know," I said sweetly. Knowing he wasn't about to utter those words in front of his sister. I didn't want Wane to feel uncomfortable, then I knew he would withdraw into himself, and I would lose the man I love for good. A fate I was trying desperately to avoid at all cost.

"Wane, it's okay to speak what you feel here; you know this, don't you?" Maggie spoke in that therapeutic voice of hers.

"And let my sister use it against me, hardly," Wane said, turning his attention to his sister. I noted how Maggie took offense to that.

"Wane, I would never! These sessions are for the two of you, so you won't do something foolish."

"Uh-huh, and how much of this is being piped back to Griffin?"

"What part of doctor-patient confidentially don't you grasp?" I saw how Maggie shook her head and sighed.

"Oh, the part where you're a doctor." I fought myself from laughing at how Wane was messing with her.

"Do I need to show you my medical license?" I saw how she was getting aggravated as our session had diverted from the main track.

"Would be helpful to know if I'm actually talking to a doctor or not," Wane nodded.

"Just be thankful you're my brother. Otherwise, I would've already packed my bags," Maggie threatened.

"Please, please don't tease me," Wane spoke in a pleading voice. Watching how Maggie pressed her lips together to keep from saying whatever was on her mind at the moment.

"Moving on."

"Stop teasing your sister; she's trying to help," I whispered into Wane's ear.

"You're no fun," Wane huffed.

"Am too," I retorted playfully. "Just wait for later. I'll show you just how fun I can be," I flirted blatantly. It wasn't lost on me that Maggie noted that same look as I did when Wane was a little turned on by my words.

"So back to the matter at hand," Maggie said, waving to the photos we had taken throughout our marriage and when we were dating. "Tell me, Wane, why did you throw them away?"

"Would you want to look at pictures of Griffin if you caught him banging two women in your bed?" Wane countered, causing me to drop my chin in shame. "Plus, I thought I'd be on the road to divorce by now." Fear gripped my heart with that word left his lips.

"And given what I know of you, why didn't you toss her out?"

"I... can't say."​