My wife of 24 years looked great as she slid her costume over her full breasts and nice round ass. She knew how to accentuate the positive. I knew no one would have any problem identifying her at the party. The small mask she wore simply made her look a little mysterious, but her smile and figure gave her away.
I placed my hand on her breast and squeezed a little. She captivated me still. As so often happened lately, she rejected my advances. In fact, she may as well have thrown a pail of cold water on me!
"Ted, please keep your hands to yourself! I do not want my outfit all messed up. Just get ready, would you?" Becky demanded, more than asked.
I thought that when our two kids were grown and on their own, we would be sharing more time and passion. It was not working that way. We both worked and Becky volunteered for several organizations. She seemed to have no time for me, and even less interest. I had heard how middle-aged females' hormones, or lack of same, could diminish their sex drive. Becky was the extreme. I was thankful my right hand was always close by.
I donned my stupid wizard outfit and we left for the party without speaking another word. Becky seemed to prefer it that way.
Linda and Jack were having their annual Halloween party. It started 7 years ago and had grown each year. They had a huge house and decorated it for the holiday. When did Halloween become an actual holiday for adults, I wondered as we waited for the door to open.
Linda opened the door and gave Becky a hug. She was about Becky's height with a few more pounds, mostly in the right places. Linda was always laughing and was a lot of fun to be around. She turned and gave me a hug next.
"You two look great. Becky, the men will want you to serve them tonight! Your beautiful tits will drive these horny guys crazy!" suggested Linda. "French maids would find a lot of employment around here if they looked like you."
Becky laughed at Linda's remark, but I could tell that Becky loved the comment.
Then Goofy walked up to us and hugged Becky. It was difficult to understand what he was saying because his mask had no real place from which to speak.
Finally we realized it was Jack inside the outfit. There was no way of telling if it hadn't been for Linda chuckling at our confusion.
"Jack should be easy to recognize, really. I have said he was goofy for years now. Let me get you folks a drink and you can try to see who else you can recognize," added Linda.
Goofy just bowed and pointed the way. It looked like Jack was not going to be able to converse much this night. Linda and Jack had become our closest friends and we enjoyed them a great deal.
We joined the party chatted with ogres and super heroes of all sizes and shapes. Eventually Becky and I were separated and I knew that would be no concern for her. I was having a few drinks and having a great time.
Around 8:00 I was helping Jack bring more wine and beer from the cellar when his cell phone rang. He quickly removed his Goofy head and answered. The conversation didn't seem to be going his way so I busied myself carrying the beer up to the kitchen.
When I got back to the basement, Jack was scowling.
"The boss wants me to pick up a big client at the airport. If it wasn't such a good job, I would tell the bastard to kiss my sweet ass!" fumed Jack. "As it is, I have to go do it. If the plane is on time, I can dump him off at the hotel and be back by 10:30 or eleven."
"Linda will have my ass for this!" complained Jack. "She keeps telling me to stand up to the boss. Easy for her to say, but if I got fired she would call me the dumbest fuck that ever lived."
"Women love telling men how to handle every situation," I agreed. "They should have to be in our shoes."
Jack looked at me and smiled.
"That is the answer! Ted, do me a big favor?" he asked. "Would you put on the Goofy suit now and then and walk around looking stupid? I have been doing it all night and it isn't hard at all. I will take it off and go out through the cellar door right now. You can sneak down here, put it on and walk around for a few minutes and then come back down and put yours back on. No one will be the wiser!"
I really could not think of a good reason to refuse, except I would be part of a deception. Well, I've done worse, and I had just enough to drink that some dark thoughts came into my head.
"Sure, Jack. No problem. When you get back, put the outfit back on and return to your Goofy self," I joked.
He needed no more encouragement. He peeled the outfit off, stashed it in a cabinet of some sort, and headed out with a wave as he left. I looked at Goofy's head and started chuckling to my self. In another minute I was enjoying the party as Jack aka, Goofy. It was as if I was Jack. I tried to act and walk like him. I was getting into it.
I strolled into the kitchen and saw Linda preparing some snacks.
"Jack, take these into the dining room, would you?" asked Linda. She was dressed as a witch, only wore a short skirt and a low top. I never thought witches looked like that.
I sauntered over to her and squeezed her ass. It felt great. It was a little rounder than Becky's but very shapely. Linda looked to see if anyone was looking and then put my hand on her tits! I was stunned!
"I am casting a spell on you, Goofy," grinned Linda. "You keep your eyes off Becky's big tits and these babies will be yours tonight. You like mine better, don't you?"
I just stood there feeling Linda's tits and getting hard. I nodded my agreement. Linda reached down and patted my newly formed erection.
"I see you do like them! Now get these snacks in there, pervert," insisted Linda as she removed my hand.
I found I could run a straw through a hole in my Goofy head and was able to drink mixed drinks. Usually beer was my poison, but I heard someplace that drinking beer with a straw is not good. Besides, Jack was a mixed drink guy.
I was feeling no pain as I headed for the bathroom. It was occupied, naturally. I knew where the master bedroom and bath were on the second floor, so I headed up the stairs. It was my house, after all. As I went into the master bedroom, I ran into Becky coming out.
"Hello, Goofy," she cooed. "You are such a sexy character. I have one question I always wanted answered."
As she spoke she reached down and grabbed my cock. How did she know it was me? I felt my cock start to respond as she moved her hand up and down. I reached down to her chest and popped her tits out of the tight top.
"You are feeling frisky, again, Goofy," Becky smiled. "I like that. Now for my question, Goofy."
She slipped over to the bedroom door and locked it. Her tits were still exposed. She turned to me. While she did this, I was thinking, did she say 'again'?
"I want to know if Goofy is a dog, on not. I have decided how to find out for sure," Becky confided.
She stepped out of her thong and kneeled on the bed. Then she went to all fours and reached back and flipped her short skirt up. Her pussy was wet and called to me. I started to unzip my pants as I quickly stepped behind her.
"If you fuck me like a bitch, I will know," stated Becky. "Do you want to fuck me like a bitch, Goofy?"
I needed no second invitation and slid into my wife for the first time in months. I didn't understand her change in attitude and didn't care. My balls were already churning as I placed my cock at her entrance. I never remember Becky being so wet and so ready. I drove in to the hilt. She pushed back against me, eager for my cock. I grabbed her hips and pounded her pussy fast and hard. I didn't want to miss the opportunity to blast a load into my wife's little honey pot. She came almost immediately and I followed right after.
"You are so horny!" exclaimed Becky. "Will that hold you or do you want to try for three later on?" she asked as she pulled her underwear back on. "I am going to walk around with your cum inside me and trickling down my legs."
I was still trying to digest what she was telling me. Try for three? Did she ask if I felt frisky again? Why was she so wet and how did she know I wasn't Jack?
It suddenly hit me, like a hammer between the eyes. Becky had fucked Jack earlier that night and she thought she had just fucked Jack again!
"Ted doesn't get any of this pussy, so he will never know. I am saving it just for you, Goofy," she smirked. "I love how your cum feels in me. Well, we should get back before someone suspects something. See you Friday," Becky added as she left the room.
I was ill. The revelation had sobered me up completely. It was no longer fun to wear Jack's disguise. I worked my way back to the basement and switched outfits again. It was 10:30 and Jack would be back soon. I went back upstairs but had no interest in anything anyone said.
"There you are, Ted," called Becky from across the room. "I have been looking for you. I want to introduce you to Martha and Bill."
I walked over and shook hands and smiled. I did not know how I felt or what I should do. I had learned over many years that when I am confused or angry, the best course of action is to do nothing. Think it over first, so I started thinking.
I looked at Becky in a whole new light. She had refused me sex for quite some time, and I believed she simply had lost interest. It turns out she had only lost interest in me. She looked fantastic in her outfit and I admired her beauty. I always had. I was going to have to decide what I was going to do about her affair, if anything.
Linda joined us and I felt tremendous guilt. It wasn't for me. It was guilt for Becky and Jack. Linda was a wonderful person and this would hurt her much more than it hurt me. She was loving and sensitive and her kids were younger. The youngest was just 12 and her daughter was in high school. Jack and Becky were willing to jeopardize their future, but I realized I wasn't.
One of my first reactions was to tell Linda, just so Jack's ass would be in a sling. I realized as I stood there, revenge could not be controlled. I didn't have to react like a wounded bear, swiping anything within reach out of pain and anger. Linda deserved to be happy. Perhaps Jack and Becky would send their affair and Linda would never get hurt. The one thing I realized was I would not be the one to hurt her.
It occurred to me that I cared for her more than her husband and Becky, her 'best friend'. Sleeping with a woman's husband would test the friendship. That was when Goofy came strolling into the room.
I wanted to knock him on his ass, but that would only lead to a situation I could not control. He put his arms around Linda and Becky and nodded his stupid head. Linda was beaming and Becky looked quite happy. Was she thinking how she had put one over on Linda and me? Was she a monster I did not know?
It was approaching 11 and I was emotionally drained. I needed to sit down and think.
"Becky, let's call it a night," I suggested. "It is getting a little late and I am tired,"
Becky flared up immediately and gave me her intimidating look as she said, "Are you kidding, Ted? It is only 11 and the night is still young! We can stay another hour or two, at least."
Two hours ago, that would have ended it. Then I was after that carrot on the string, we call pussy. Now I knew how Becky felt and I had no real reason to be overly concerned about her wishes. I realized I suddenly felt free. I could start acting like a man!
"You can stay all night if you like, and I am certain that in that outfit, you will find more than a few men that will give you a lift home. Jack, Linda, thanks for the great time. I will see you guys soon."
They stood with their mouths open as I spoke. I turned and started for the door. I heard Linda call a good bye as I closed the door. By the time I found the car and started it up, Becky was yanking the door open and yelling at the top of her lungs at me as she jumped in.
"You selfish prick! How can you do that to me? You should be ashamed of yourself. I think you should go back in there and apologize right now," she screamed.
She hadn't bothered to even close the door in her anger. I simply reached over and shoved her back out the door. She went ass over tin cup with her thong facing me as she landed. I didn't want to drive over her, so I waited for her to get clear of the door and close it. To my surprise, she climbed back in and closed the door.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" she demanded.
Before she could say any more I reached past her and opened her door.
"You can ride home with me or get out, but if you want to ride with me you will shut the fuck up! Do not yell at me, ever," I spoke quietly, giving my words emphasis.
Becky looked at me for a minute and closed the door. The ride home was silent. I knew she was trying to figure out my attitude and was drawing blanks. I also knew she was trying to pierce me with her eyes and her silence. There was a time when her silence hurt me more than her words.
Tonight she had hurt me more than ever before. As I considered it, I realized I had just taken her best shot. Nothing she did or said from now on would really bother me. She gave up control of me when she gave her cunt to Jack! I just had to decide how to proceed.
When we got home, Becky rushed to the bedroom and locked the door. I walked up to it and kicked it in. She screamed as the jamb flew past her and landed on the bed. I gathered up most of the clothes I would need and carried them to the spare bedroom. I then got my toothbrush and razor, and various small items and put them in the spare bedroom. Becky watched me, but said nothing. Finally, I lay down in the guest bed and slept like a baby.
I rose early and went for a long walk. As I walked I considered my options. I decided to proceed cautiously. I did not want to do anything I could not undo. I had to have a purpose, a goal for myself. I couldn't wallow in self-pity.
When I got back home, Becky was doing her usual Saturday cleaning thing. I went to home depot and picked up the lumber I needed to repair the bedroom door. I spent the rest of the morning repairing it. Becky wasn't speaking with me and I liked it that way.
That afternoon I went to a local gym and joined. I had added 20 pounds over the years and it was not muscle. One of my decisions was to take better care of myself, and to treat myself with more respect. I would demand it from others. I had only so many years left and I wasn't going to waste them with regret or fear. Then I bought some clothes to wear to the gym. I never owned workout stuff before. Now I did.
On the way home, I passed a salon that advertised it was for men and women. I stopped and went in. I came out 45 minutes later looking and feeling much better. My hair was cut fairly close, but the girl put some wax in it and combed it back. It stood up and I realized I looked younger already. I gave her a good tip.
When I got home I put my purchases into the drawers in the spare room. Becky was trying to watch me without being obvious. It was about dinnertime, but there was no sign of dinner. I changed into something more presentable and went out for a nice quiet dinner. I had more time to think and I was enjoying it. Becky wasn't telling me what I should do, what I should order, and how I should eat. After dinner I sat at the bar and had a couple drinks. I chatted with a few people about politics and sports. Then I went home.
Becky was watching TV when I walked in. I could smell some sort of food, but noticed there was no sign of any. I grabbed a beer and went to my room, watched the news as I finished my beer and went to sleep.
Sunday I jumped up early and put on one of my new gym outfits and went for a jog. At least I tried. I didn't get a full block before I was totally winded. So I walked. When I felt better, I trotted. It took a couple hours but I went two mile out and two miles back. By the time I went inside the house, sweat was pouring down my face and chest. My shirt was glued to my back.
Becky was just up. She watched me stagger through the kitchen and head for my bathroom. I never felt a shower so relaxing and soothing. I put some wax on my hair and combed it the way the girl had done. I was feeling a lot better than I had for a long time.
"We have to talk, if you can keep your temper," Becky told me as I emerged from my new bedroom.
"Sure, Becky, what seems to be the problem?" I asked.
"I think you know very well! I had to call Linda and apologize to her for your behavior," confessed Becky. "She and Jack saw you push me out of the car. I felt like an idiot when she told me that. I will not tolerate any physical abuse from you, Ted."
"Good to hear. Then you won't try yelling at me again and you will not have to worry about it. No verbal abuse and no physical abuse sounds like a deal," I replied.
"Why are you acting like this, Ted?" Becky asked. "I am your wife and I deserve an explanation."
"And I am your husband and I deserve a piece of ass when I want it," I replied. "I am very touched that you regard Linda so highly that you apologized about my behavior. You would never do anything to hurt her in any way, I know."
Becky was stunned. I had never done more than gripe about the lack of sex and the comment about Linda may have stirred some guilt feelings. It was meant to do just that, and if Becky had any humanity in her, it would.
"This is all about sex?" laughed Becky. "You know I have been tired and working hard, lately. Do you only think about yourself?"
"I guess I do now," I replied. "You keep a wonderful house and hold down a full time job. That makes you a pretty good wife. And I appreciate it. I did have unusually high expectations in regards to romance. I know that now. I have come to terms with it. I will enjoy what you are able to do and not complain about what you cannot."
"I am not sure I understand what you are saying, Ted. Could you explain it for me?" she asked.
"It is quite simple, Becky. We can go on as we have been for months. I do the chores around the house. You cook and clean. We both work. I will just sleep in the other room so I don't get frustrated seeing you dress and undress and you won't have to be bothered with me trying to sneak a feel or anything. I will bother you no more. Do you know the last time we had sex?" I suddenly asked.
"Not the date, but it wasn't all that long ago," replied Becky.
"You are absolutely correct," I agreed. I didn't tell her it was at the party, but it confirmed to me that she never knew I was the Goofy bastard that fucked her.
"Doesn't that all seem a little childish, Ted? We have been sleeping together for way over 20 years. I miss you, and I think you miss me," she added.
"I don't think you do, Becky. I do think you have the sweetest ass I have ever seen, but I will no longer be tormented by it, or you. This will ease my stress, and yours. Lots of people sleep in different bedrooms when they get older," I observed. "I know this really doesn't bother you any. My presence was a pain in your ass. Now we can do all the things we were, and be happier."
I could see her wheels turning. It was what she wanted, except the part about not tormenting me. It might make it easier to see Jack as well.
"Well, Ted, you are right. I can live with that arrangement. When you get tired of it and want to be tormented by my sweet ass again, you come begging," Becky quipped.
"OK! We have a deal. I think this will work great!" I responded.
My happiness annoyed her, but deep down she knew I would cave in and crawl back.
Monday was the first day of the rest of my life. I started getting up early and going to the gym. It was open 24 hours, so I could go in by five and get two hours in before I had to get ready for work. Becky would be getting up and dressing for work as I showered and shaved.
She made dinner for us every night and we would watch TV or read in the evening. Friday morning she reminded me it was Friday and she volunteered at the library that night. She gave me a strange look when I laughed at that.
"Sure, I know your love for books. I will be fine. Stay as late as you want," I added.
"At the library? You know they close at 11 on Friday," Becky told me.
"Whatever. You might have to work on the Dewey Decimal System or something," I chuckled.
Becky was trying to figure out what I meant as she left that morning. I remembered how she had told me, thinking I was Jack, that she would see me Friday. I remembered that he volunteered at the library, too. He would fuck Becky silly tonight.
That day a guy in the office asked if I could bowl. I had not done that in years, but I had always enjoyed it. He needed a replacement for a fellow on his league team. The guy had been in a car accident and had smashed his leg. I went and had a great time.
I got home a little after 11 and Becky was waiting for me. She was dressed for bed and looked really sexy.
"Where were you tonight, Ted?" she asked. "I came home a little early and you weren't here."
"I joined a bowling league for Fridays. That way you won't feel bad about leaving me home while you go to the library," I answered.
"I was thinking about stopping the library thing," Becky replied. "I realize I have been spending a lot of time with it."
Now what was going on? Did she and Jack have a spat or something? I could find out pretty easy.
"No, Becky, you enjoy it too much and they depend on you. I am fine with it. I really enjoyed the guys I bowled with tonight and I will be doing that on Fridays from now on," I told her. "Tell you what, we can invite Linda and Jack over tomorrow for dinner and I will apologize for my boorish behavior. How does that sound?" I asked.
Becky seemed to hesitate, but slowly agreed to it. I didn't have my answer after all.
"That would be nice, Ted. I will call them in the morning," agreed Becky.
"Good, we are doing great!" I enthused. "Good night, Becky."
I spoke as I started for my room. Becky seemed to want to say more, but she didn't.
I got up early and ran again. From going to the gym and using the treadmills, I was able to go farther before I had to walk. As I ran, I wondered if Jack had fucked Becky last night. Then I realized it didn't much matter. I was feeling great!
I made a point of being very friendly and personable to Linda and Jack at dinner. I told jokes, laughed, complimented Linda on her appearance and was all around a good host. I took the time to apologize for my abrupt departure from their party.
"I couldn't believe you left so fast and told Becky she could catch a ride," laughed Linda. "Most men would have never dared leave a wife dressed like Becky was dressed at a party. She would not have been safe riding home with any man," she added. "She was beautiful."
Linda had a few wines by this time and was not going to let it end. It bothered me not at all.
"Then when you shoved poor Becky out of the car, I didn't know what to think. I bet it took a while for you to make it up, didn't it?" asked Linda.
"I will never make up for what I did that night," I replied. "I will live the rest of my life as a monk."
Linda howled at that. I think you are a bit young to give up," she chuckled. "Your wife is way too sexy to give up sex! Look at her."
Becky did look fantastic. Her dress was simple and not too low. The skirt was fairly short and it showed her great legs. I still ached a little when I thought about what I had lost.
"I didn't say Becky would have to go without," I corrected Linda. "I just said I wouldn't be drinking from that well."
Linda broke into laughter and I joined her. Becky and Jack didn't seem to see the humor as well as Linda and I did. Becky gave a strained smile while Jack just shook his head.
We had a great evening with Jack and Linda. They finally thanked us and left. I picked up some snacks and took them to the kitchen. Becky was there and she turned as I entered.
"Ted, we have done this for a week. Don't you think it is time for you to come back to bed with me?" she asked. "You don't have to sleep alone in that room."
"Thanks, Becky. You are very generous, but this seems to be working out. Look how much fun we had tonight. Now I can get a good night's sleep without bothering you, or myself. Goodnight, Becky."
I didn't so much as shake her hand. I had avoided any contact with her since Goofy fucked her at the party. It looked like she was disappointed, but such was life.
Over the next eight weeks, my life was going great, with the exception of my marriage. I rationalized that over all it was much better than it was before. My entire life was shit when Becky had influence on me.
Becky had become somewhat sullen. Now and then, she would try to seduce me with skimpy outfits and a few suggestive remarks. I think she missed her ability to make me miserable. She was a beautiful woman, but willful. Most of the time she played the game by my rules and we got along. I always resisted any attempts she made to lure me into her bed.
As summer approached, bowling ended and I was home again on Fridays. I had been going to the gym every day. I had actually gained a few pounds, but had dropped back to a 34 waist from a 36. That seemed odd to me. Why would my belly be smaller and my weight higher?
With no bowling, and Becky 'volunteering' at the library, I took up running on Friday evenings. I got so I knew quite a few people on the route I ran. I was able to run a full 6 miles without stopping, except to chat. I felt like I could run forever!
Because of the summer heat, I ran without my shirt when I ran on Fridays. The mornings were cool enough so a shirt felt good. I got home just before dark one Friday evening. I was covered in sweat from my workout. As I hit our block, I noticed several cars parked in our driveway. I wondered about that as I walked to the front door.
I walked into the house and heard numerous voices from the living room, so I went in to see what was going on. When I walked in and looked around, the room went quiet.
Becky was there, with several ladies I recognized from the library. For some reason they were in my house and not at the library. I looked to see if my fly was down. They actually stared at me.
Finally an attractive blonde woman I knew only as Jenny broke the silence.
"Jesus, Becky! Where have you been keeping your husband?" she demanded. "You should bring him with you to the library with you. He could help me rearrange some shelves or something!"
Becky seemed even more stunned than the other ladies. She just looked at me.
"He has been going to the gym all winter. I guess it has been paying off," she managed.
Another woman about my age added," If my husband had a six pack on the outside like your husband, instead of on the inside, I wouldn't even leave home to go to the library."
I thought I had been through everything, but I blushed like a bride. I had been working out my frustrations in the gym and had gotten carried away, perhaps. I hadn't been watching the changes I had accomplished, but these women made me very aware that the change was for the better.
"I appreciate the kind remarks," I laughed. "It will inspire me to keep working." I went into my bathroom to shower.
I was in the middle of a long, slow shower, when I felt hands on my back. I turned around and Becky was in the shower, naked. I did not know what to say, so I said nothing.
"The ladies went home and I thought you might like your back washed," she smiled.
I nodded and turned my back to her. She picked up a cloth and the soap and slowly washed my back. It felt great. She began to work her hands lower and washed my ass and upper thighs. She pulled on me to turn around and began to do my chest. I hated my cock as it stood up and looked right at Becky's tits. I became filled with dread that I would be lured back into being a spineless joke that she could use as she wanted.
"It looks like this guy wants me to wash him, too," she said.
She took my cock in the cloth and began to wash it. Actually it was more like she was jerking me off. I put my hand on Becky's and stopped her.
"Becky, this won't work for me," I told her simply.
"Do you have a girlfriend, Ted? Is that it? Have you found another woman?" She asked. I could see she was close to tears.
"No, I have never been unfaithful to you, Becky." Then I added, "And I never would be. You are the only woman I have ever loved."
"You have a strange way of showing it!" Becky cried. "Why don't you ever try to make love to me then?"
"I am not willing to be treated like it is some bone I have to beg for, Becky," I told her. "My wife will be my woman, and my woman only. I will have no other and I will not share her. You want to control me and decide when I should have sex. You want to use it to tantalize, tease, torture, and torment me. I will not do that ever again. My woman will be sweet, but yielding to my needs and desires. I cannot ever be dominated again by a woman."
Becky just looked at me. She looked frightened as she asked, "Are you suggesting I have not been faithful to you? Are you saying I should bow and scrape to you? Do you think I should give up my independence and live like women did hundreds of years ago?" she demanded.
"Becky, I am suggesting nothing. You know who and what you are, what you have said and done, and with whom." I continued, "I know that my woman will be my partner and my equal, but will yield to my desires, as I feel a woman should. You can disagree and go on as you are. I have no argument with that. I will not live like I did before I moved into my own room. You can join me in my world, or live separately. I have decided what is best for me, and I am content with it. If you are content with your life, don't change it a tiny bit."
By now Becky was crying as she responded, "I just don't know what you want, and I may not be able to do it if I know. Can't you just come back to me? I will be so much better to you! Please!"
I turned the shower off and toweled her as I spoke. "Becky, you know what I want, and you can do it. Perhaps you don't want to do it. I accept that," I told her. "I have set my course and I feel great. Except for not having you, my life is working out. If you can say the same about your situation, then we are both fortunate to have what we have."
"Becky, you decide what you want. But you will not have me until you tell me the truth, and all of it," I stated.
"You keep talking like there is some secret or something," Becky whined. "What do you think there is? What do you want from me?"
"You know the answers to all your questions, Becky," I answered. "If and when you decide to be totally honest with me, and accept my conditions, let me know."
With that I ushered her beautiful, naked body out the bathroom door. I had to relieve my cock after Becky had aroused it so. I realized that she still had a grip on my heart, but I would never go back to the way it had been.
I decided I was not facing my devils so I made a decision. I went and knocked on Becky's door.
"Becky! As long as you don't have the library thing tonight, will you go to dinner with me?" I asked through the door.
I was wondering if she had heard me when I got my answer.
"Give me 20 minutes to get ready, Ted. I will be happy to go to dinner," she called.
It was 40 minutes later when I pulled up in front of a nice Italian restaurant across town from our home. Becky seemed uneasy as I parked the car.
"I don't know about this place, Ted. I have heard it isn't very good," Becky offered.
"I don't know who would say that. It is pretty well known as the best restaurant in the area," I replied.
We went to through the door and I spoke to the hostess, "We would like a table for two, please."
She seemed to look at Becky for a second longer than necessary and then asked us to follow her. I escorted Becky to our table. She was lovely, as usual.
Then I noticed she was agitated. I felt it was from our conversation earlier, so I tried to relax her.
"Becky, I just want to have a nice dinner and relax. You are too lovely to be sad. Now smile and enjoy yourself," I urged. "Remember that little restaurant in Maui we ate at one time?" I asked.
She smiled as she recalled the time to which I referred. "That was so funny! I will never..."
"Becky! How are you? I haven't seen you in a long time! Where is Jack?" asked the stranger as he approached our table.
I looked to see a gentleman I assumed to be the owner standing at our table. He just had the air of an owner. Becky was white as a ghost and shaking!
I stood up and extended my hand to the man.
"Hello, I am Ted, Becky's husband. You own this establishment?" I asked.
Now he was nervous as he looked from me to Becky. He took my hand and struggled with words.
"I am Anthony," he told me. "I am the owner and I want to thank you for eating at our place. If anything is not to your satisfaction, please let me know.
With that he turned and rushed into the kitchen.
I sat back down, Becky looked like she was going to break down totally. I did not want that to happen. It was not a goal of mine to make her miserable.
"He seemed like a nice chap," I smiled. "The food had better be good or I will let him know about it."
Becky was still white. She stood up and ran from the restaurant! I got up and followed. I caught her in the parking lot. I took her by the arm and escorted her to the car and opened the door for her. By this time she was sobbing uncontrollably.
I got behind the wheel and started home. The first half the trip, she just cried. I never said a word. I had not known that she and Jack had frequented that restaurant. It seemed dumb to me as I thought about it. The city was not that big. It was only a matter of time. Gradually Becky calmed down to where I could just hear an occasional sob.
When we got home I walked her into the house and sat her down on the sofa. Then I fixed drinks for us and handed her one. She took a long sip and then looked at me through red eyes and runny makeup.
"I don't know what to say, Ted. I just don't know what to say," she repeated.
I sat on the ottoman and remained silent. It was up to her now.
"He knew me because... because Jack and I went there on Friday nights for a few weeks. We left the library at 7:00 and went for dinner and then," she hesitated and I waited.
"Then we would have sex, Ted. We would go to a hotel, or just do it in his car, if we didn't have the time to get to a motel," she admitted.
"I know you will leave me now, and I deserve it," she cried.
It took a few minutes for her tears to slow down, so I waited. She was suffering, and she should. I simply sat and waited. I would not make it easier.
"Ted, are you going to divorce me," she finally managed to ask.
"It is not me that should answer questions," I replied. "But I have a few to ask you."
I pulled her hands away from her eyes and made her look at me.
"Are you in love with Jack? Do you want to destroy Linda, your so-called best friend? Do you have any concern about how I feel? How long have you been doing this? How many more affairs have you had?" I asked in rapid succession.
I saw her flinch at my questions.
"No! I don't love him. I don't think I even like him any more," Becky moaned. "I feel awful about Linda. I didn't give her a thought when it happened, and that is to my shame. It started last fall, a week before the Halloween Party. We got too friendly doing that library shit and one thing led to another. Next thing I know Jack is banging me in the back of the car, like a couple of kids."
"I was thrilled at his attention. Then he insisted I not have sex with you. It was a control thing that just tickled him no end. When you got so mad at their party that night, I broke it off with him. You scared me that night. You changed and I was afraid you knew. It wasn't so funny that I had denied you sex then. I have lived in hell the last six months, Ted."
"You are telling me there were no others? That you ended it with Jack months ago?" I asked.
"Remember when you wanted Jack and Linda to come to dinner and you made the joke about going to the well?" asked Becky. "I thought you knew then and I was scared to death. I had made up my mind after the party to never see Jack again, but that really solidified it."
"Then your behavior was so odd. You seemed to treat me like some kind of pariah or something. I was sure you knew, but you never said anything," Becky faltered as she spoke.
"Then today when I saw how amazing you looked I felt so bad I wanted to die. Then I decided I would win you back," Becky admitted. "That was when I came into the shower with you. When you rebuffed me, I wanted to die. So when Anthony asked for Jack and knew my name, I broke down. I don't want to live like this. I can't.
"What do you suggest, Becky?" I asked. "Where do we go from here? How can I trust you? Why would I trust you? You actually thought it was funny to shut me off on the whim of a married man you were having an affair with. How should I feel about that?" I asked.
"I don't know, Ted. You are right not to trust me. I would hope you don't tell Linda. She does not deserve to be treated the way I have treated her friendship," sobbed Becky.
"Becky, do you want a divorce? Tell me if you do," I urged. I will not contest it and we can split everything between us, if that is what you want."
"No! I want you to love me as you used to. Maybe you can't, but that is what I want, and you asked," cried Becky.
"Becky, I have changed. I will not love you as I used to. I have already told you my terms. This is the first step. You are finally telling me the truth. That was difficult for you but the rest may be even tougher," I warned.
"What do you mean, Ted?" Becky asked. "Is there a chance?"
"Becky, I decided long ago how I would deal with this moment. Do you remember the party and Goofy? I was wearing that suit for a while and I thought you recognized me somehow. It took some time for me to realize that you thought I was Jack," I confided.
"You were...I didn't know... it could have been anyone!" Becky gasped. "I am such a terrible slut! No wonder you don't want to sleep with me. I don't deserve to be happy!"
"Becky, this is what I decided those many months ago. I love you like I have never loved anything else. I have never seen a more desirable woman. For us to be together, I would have to trust you," I stated. "If I am expected to trust you after you failed me, I will expect you to trust me after I have failed you."
"I don't understand, Ted. Were you unfaithful? What are you saying?" pleaded Becky.
"I failed to give you the strong hand and attention you needed. I was weak and allowed you anything to keep you. I will not do that again," I assured her. "I will tell you what I want you to wear, when to be home, and when we will have sex. And it will be often. I will worship you, but demand you obey me. You will dress to tantalize and to please me. You are a gorgeous woman and I will show you off, but you will remain mine alone," I finished.
"Those are your conditions, Ted?" asked Becky. "You want to be my protector and my master? You want to be the perfect husband?" she laughed. "I will give myself to you without reservation, but with one humble request."
"I respectfully request that you make love to me with your new, buff body to consummate this arrangement. Then I will be yours and only yours any way you will have me!
