Incest/Taboo To Cheat or Not To Cheat?

"Allen? I know you must have heard..."

"You have an hour to get home, then we'll see what I'm going to do with you," Allen -- his cover name, his real name was Eric Lyle -- cut off his wife.

"O-okay," Darlene whimpered in defeat, knowing she was going home one last time to face the consequences of her past actions. Her eyes fell onto the photo that sat on her desk of the man she loved so much. She just couldn't help herself when it came to sex. She had to have it; it didn't matter if it was her husband or not. She didn't know why she needed sex so badly. It wasn't like her husband; she prayed she would still have a husband after this, didn't keep her satisfied, which he did very well too. It's just something inside of her needed to be fucked no matter who it was. Sighing loudly when the line went dead, knowing it was the end if her own husband wouldn't say goodbye to her. "Please, God, I know I'm not the best person in the world. Yet I ask you that after this night, I am still Allen's wife," Darlene muttered softly. Begrudgingly, placing the strap of her purse on her shoulder. Kissing Allen's photo, knowing that would be the last time her lips were anywhere near her husband's. Looking forlornly back into her office as she flipped off the light switch. Knowing her married life had come to an end.

Darlene wept loudly in her car as she sat in front of her home. A home that for the past three years has held so many fond memories for her. A home she had hoped to one day raise her family in. She might have slept around, might be the worst wife in the world to him with what she does, yet Allen was the only man she could honestly say she really loved and mean it. The only man she wanted to be the father of her children. Nonetheless, she knew she had to get out of her car, walk those unbearable feet to the front door, and face what she has wrought upon herself. This was her punishment for hurting such a kind man.

Darlene gasped in shock at what greeted her the moment she opened the door. "Oh fuck me! Yes, Yes, Yes! Pound that pussy Allen, fuck me with that big cock!" Her purse fell from her shoulder and landed in a thud on the floor. Her eyes just couldn't look away from her sister's naked back as she rode her husband hard. "Oh God, Allen! I'm going to cum!" Darlene just stood there, unable to speak a word or a sound for that matter, as she watched Tracy's hips pounding that cock, the cock that has given her such bliss, coating it in her hot cream. "Nate could never fuck me like this! You see that cock, you fucking piece of shit, that's what a cock looks like.

Don't you ever come near me again. If I ever see you near, call or even sniff near me. I will have my... well, you just won't be walking, ever! Are we clear on that, you lying piece of garbage! Now fuck off, I have a cock that needs to soil this pussy!" She noted how Tracy tossed her phone to the side and how it bounced on the couch of their living room. "Oh, there she is, the slut that is my sister," Tracy spat, "are you enjoying watching me fuck your husband? How does it feel, huh?! You like my pussy don't you Allen, I bet I'm tighter than she is with all the whoring she does. That's it, Allen cum in me, fill me up with that hot spunk!"

Darlene collapsed to her knees as she watched as her sister screamed out when Allen pumped her full of his virile seed. God. She felt so... dirty as she watched the elation on her sister's face as Tracy made her watch as she slid her cum filled pussy off her husband's cock. She had never seen Tracy look so evil as she looked like at that second as Tracy stood over her and spread her labia open to show off how soiled her cunt was to her eyes.

"Now, dear sister, we are even," Tracy said, spitefully. "Thanks for the fuck Allen, we have to do this again some time," she stated, smiling back at the man that left her humming, unlike anything Nate could have done. "I'm going to hop in the shower and send off this video to that ass. If you're up for a second round, if she isn't going to stay, you know where to find me," Tracy said, blowing Allen a kiss before heading off to the guest bathroom, shaking her ass as she did.

"Allen...?" Darlene's voice trembled as she noted no hint of emotion on his face when he peered at her. Wondering why her husband was so... calm, for the lack of a better word. He had just learned of her infidelity; she expected explosions, cursing, throwing things about. Not this calmness, this tranquility about him as he sat there; it made her far more fearful than the latter.

"Okay, that got out of hand," Allen admitted. He never knew Tracy to be that forceful before. He was going to have to update the files he had on her and her family. Obviously, his first rundown of Darlene's family wasn't that thorough as he had once thought.

"So... you weren't punishing me by making me walk into that?"

"That wasn't my plan, no."

"Allen... honey, I know I've messed up. I know what I've done..." Her voice grew still when Allen held up his hand.

"How about we have this conversation when I'm not covered in your sister's sex, alright?" Allen spoke, wondering why he felt embarrassed to have his wife, even if she was only a cover, to see him covered in another woman's sex. It wasn't like this was the first time it had happened. "Fuck! I've been under too long; I'm growing attached!" he berated himself in his mind.

Her mind raced, "If Allen was going to ask for a divorce, he wouldn't care how he looked?" Darlene pondered to herself; a ray of hope sparked in her mind. "Sure," Darlene muttered softly with a nod. Her hand darted out, taking her husband by the wrist as he walked by her to their bedroom. "Please, Allen, can I be in there with you?" she asked, peering up at him. Even if there was a ray of hope that she could save her marriage, she would still spend every second she could in his presence on the off chance her fears become a reality.

"If you want," Allen replied sheepishly.

"Thank you, Allen," Darlene whispered, ignoring how his cock glistened in her sister's sex. If she had to peer at another woman's sex to keep her husband. She would line up hundreds if not thousands of women to ride his cock just so she wouldn't feel that hole she felt forming the moment Tracy had told her Allen knew the truth. Walking into their bedroom with her head bowed behind Allen then into the bathroom with him. Noting how he looked at her oddly when she did. "Let me wash you," Darlene uttered with her head still bowed; she was willing to do anything to repent for her transgressions.

"Huh?" Allen was rightly confused.

"I know I've sinned; I've hurt you terribly. I just don't know why I just can't stop. It's nothing you've done; what I have done has been all about me, never about you. You have to believe me, Allen," Darlene said, her brown eyes studied the tops of his feet as her midnight, shoulder-blade length hair draped before her. "So if washing Tracy's sex off of you is the price I have to pay to still be your wife, then I'm willing to pay it," she stated, finally lifting her gaze to meet her husband's. Still, she couldn't see any hints of emotions on that steel trap that is his face. Her heart hammered in her chest as the silence grew.

"Well? I'm waiting," Allen spoke in a monotone voice. Knowing he had to keep his cover intact until he had been given the green light to be put back into the field. He couldn't understand why he felt this lightness in his heart when those eyes of hers lit up. Ever since he beat the ever-living tar out of Nate, he's been trying to figure out why the words Nate had spoken irked him. The only reason he had courted and married Darlene was for a cover, and that was it, or was it? He's never had a long-term relationship before; the Agency frowns on it. At least they do for their operatives; knowing a family was a liability when you were undercover as a spy. Allen, or Eric as he calls himself at least in his head, was recruited after his four years was up in Army intelligence. Where they had taught him all the skills to go along with what the Army had instilled in him during his training and his years in the military. However, all those skills did not prepare him for what he was faced with at that moment.

Watching how Darlene quickly turned on the sink and soaked a washcloth before lathering it vigorously with the bar of soap she always kept in the little dish by the sink. Then grabbing another one damp enough to wash off the suds and dropping a hand towel beside her as she knelt before him. This was all so strange to him as his wife peered up at him as she set about her task. He noted how tentative she was as she washed his manhood. Arching an eyebrow when she was smiling as Darlene dried him off. He tried not to be weirded out by how Darlene placed a kiss on his crown.

"Sit," Allen directed, pointing to the bed as he walked over to his dresser. "So, you can't keep your legs closed, huh?"

"I wouldn't put as crudely as you have, but yes," Darlene spoke, watching how Allen's underwear slid up his legs.

"So, do you want a divorce?" Allen asked, keeping his back to her as he dug out a pair of shorts from the drawer below the one that contained his underwear and socks.

"What?! No!" Darlene shouted, jumping to her feet.

"You just said you can't stop, obvious married life isn't to your liking Darlene," Allen stated, peering over at her.

"I've never said I wanted out of this marriage! I love you, Allen," Darlene spoke, dropping to her knees holding her hands up in a prayer that he wouldn't end their lives together.

"Then help me to understand how you're sleeping around is going to be good for this marriage?"

"I know how this looks, honey, yet this was never about you. You have to believe me; I just need sex all the time. I don't know why; I just do. I'll stop..." Her tongue grew still at the look in his eyes.

"You shouldn't promise things you can't adhere to," Allen said, in a monotone voice.

"I promise, baby, if you give me another chance, I'll do anything and everything you want. You know I have never deprived you of anything that I and my body can give you. You want my ass, then fuck the shit of it. You want to tie me up and whip me, I'll be your ever-loving slave," Darlene said, holding out her wrist like they were already bound. "You want a threesome, orgy, or whatever kinky fetish you want to try out; I'll do it, but please don't leave me!" she stated truthfully as tears reamed her eyes.

"And what if I say, given how we both know you won't stop, that we turn this into an open marriage?" Allen watched how Darlene's eyes grew wide as the phrases 'open marriage' left his lips. He was not expecting Darlene to scurry over to him like a spider on a hot plate, nor was he expecting her to wrap her arms around his legs either as she stared up at him. He knew with Maria returning back stateside in a week they were so going to fuck. They would have done so in Libya, given the sexual tension that had been there since the first day the Agency had paired them up if their cover hadn't been blown. He also knew the Agency would never condone their relationship. So keeping Darlene as his legal wife would come in handy to throw them off their scents, so to speak.

"Allen, you aren't messing with me, are you? I don't know if I would survive if you were," Darlene uttered with a trembling voice.

"Have I ever lied to you?" Allen asked, peering down into her eyes. Of course, he had; he's done so on numerous occasions. Darlene just didn't know that.

"You promise that I can still be yours if I go along with this?" Darlene asked, knowing this could have gone a different way. While she might hate knowing Allen was out there with other women, hypocritical yes, given the number of men she's slept with during their marriage. Still, she's always thought she would always have Allen to herself. However, if sharing her husband with the world meant she could stay with the man she loved and not wallowing in her own self-loathing in some small apartment all alone. Then she would do it. It might take her some time to come to terms with Allen sleeping with other women; nonetheless, it was something she was willing to endure. "I have only one rule..." Swallowing hard when that eyebrow of his arched when she said that. "No more doing that with other women in our home. I want this house just to be for the two of us and not marred with images of naked bodies scattered about... and condoms; I insist that you use condoms. The only woman you should be leaving creampies in is me," Darlene said, gazing up at him. Praying that Allen would go along with her rules.

"These rules apply to you as well, yes?"

"Of course, honey," Darlene nodded vigorously. "I might have strayed from your side time to time, but I would never endanger you by being careless. The only man I want to feel flooding my womb is you," Darlene said, in a loving light as her hands caressed Allen's hard ass.

"So you never with... Nate?"

"God no! Nate can never compare to you. I only did it with him to test him?" Seeing the confused look in Allen's eyes when she said that. "You remember the cookout a few weeks ago that you didn't attend. That hurt me, you know," Darlene pouted, "anyway, the moment Tracy left to help change Keren, Nate tried to lay on the charm. I know what I did looks bad, yet I was trying to protect my sister in my own way. So that she wouldn't have to waste years on that lowlife."

"I see..."

"What do we have here?" Tracy asked, leaning against the doorframe in nothing but her towel. She had only caught the last part, the part that mattered, the part where she could fuck Allen all she wanted until she found someone new. Her light brown eyes followed her sister as she crawled on her hands and knees towards her. She couldn't help it, yet a sadistic smirk formed on her lips at the sight of it.

"Tracy, I know I have hurt you so, so much throughout the years. I know I'm a poor sister to you with what I've done, but I'm asking that you forgive me," Darlene spoke, prostrating before her younger sister. "I'll do anything you ask of me just to keep you in my life."

"Oh?" Tracy mused her dyed dark red hair brushed along her chest while her eyes ran over Allen's chest. "You'll do anything I ask, huh?"

"Yes, anything!" Darlene agreed instantly.

"Then I have some stipulations of my own."

"Name them," Darlene said, lifting her head to peer at her sister.

"You become my cuckquean, and watch as I suck and fuck your husband before your eyes in that very bed no less," Tracy said, nodding to it. She had looked up the word when she sent the video to Nate's email address. "Two: when I start dating again, you are to never, ever fuck my boyfriends again! If they come onto you, you tell me straight away. These terms are non-negotiable."

"In our bed?!" Darlene gasped.

"Oh yes, in your fucking bed Darlene, just like how I found you in mine with my prom date," Tracy sneered.

"O-okay." Darlene's shoulders slumped in defeat. "But not raw, you can drink his cum, but he can't impregnate you," she said sternly, getting some of the strength of her voice back.

"Very well, no more creampies," Tracy relented; she was going to miss filling his cum, striking the back of her pussy. Then a sneaky smile formed on her lips, knowing she could just as easily spill his seed into her hand and rub it all over her mound. "Allen?"

"Hmm?"

"I've never got to suck your cock before I went a little crazy there," Tracy said bashfully, moving past her sister, who looked at her wide-eyed that she would put their new rules into effect. Reaching up and undoing the towel and allowing it to fall to the floor as she stood before him. "How about I give this little guy a little treat for being so good to my pussy?" she purred as her hand rubbed along Allen's manhood. She could see the amusement in his eyes that never reached his face. Her fingertips traced down his hard chest; she couldn't wait for the time she was beneath him and watching how those muscles moved while he pumped that cock into her.

Her fingers hooked around the waistband of his shorts, pulling them down as she knelt before him. Making her sister watch as she toyed with his cock. Flicking the tip of her tongue along the underside of his crown. Running her lips down his growing rod, sucking gently on his right nut while her hand stroked his shaft. Inhaling deeply a split second before she swallowed Allen down to the base. Watching Darlene's eyes bugging out when she didn't gag on Allen's thick branch. She took that as a sign that her sister didn't have this skill. Something she was going to use every chance she could get just to show her sister that she could lure Allen away from her.

Not that she would, yet her sister needed to know what it felt like to be the woman that had the man she loved taken away from her, even if it was all a ploy. Her eyes were on his as her head bobbed rapidly along his length. Listening to the moans of pleasure that were emanating from his lips as she teased that male organ with her tongue. Her eyes shot up, her nostrils flared as Allen placed his hand on the back of her head, holding her there as he flooded her mouth with his cum. Noting how he was watching her as she drank it all down, rocking her head slowly along his cock to get every last drop out of those balls of his.

"You can clean him up," Tracy said, grabbing her towel as she rose. "I need to get dress; thanks for the meal," she cooed, lightly kissing Allen's lips. "I'm so going to milk your cock every chance I can get," Tracy said, winking at him as she left the room. She could already feel how loose she was compared to anything that Nate could ever achieve, and she couldn't wait for the next time either.

"Allen..." Looking away bashfully, unsure why the sight of watching her sister suck off her husband had gotten her aroused.

"Yeah?"

"Do you... do you think you have it in you to get it up again?" Darlene asked, with rosy cheeks.

"Why don't you shut the door and find out," Allen taunted, although he wasn't sure that he could. Keeping his smirk hidden when Darlene jumped to her feet and quickly shut the door.

Darlene rested naked against her husband. Holding him tightly to her after their love-making, so very pleased that he was still hers. Her bare thigh brushed along his, her 32B breasts pushed into his chest. Feeling how her body hummed from her orgasms that Allen had given her. Rubbing her cheek along his chest, so very thankful that he had given them another chance. That serene moment was interrupted by the ringing of Allen's cell phone.

"This is he." Her brown eyes flickered up to his face at the tone he used to answer his phone. It wasn't a tone she was used to hearing. It made her wonder just who it could be. Pondering if the reason Allen wanted an open marriage was because he was already seeing another woman. Then her thoughts flew back to when she left the motel room after her encounter with Nate. "Yes, I can be there in thirty." Arching an eyebrow when he said that. Wondering what was being said on that phone call.

"Allen?" Propping herself up on her left arm once he had rolled off the bed. "What's going on?" Darlene asked, noting how he had opened the closet door and tossed a pair of dress pants and a dark grey dress shirt onto the bed.

"That was work; somethings come up," Allen said offhandedly, plucking the clean underwear he had been wearing an hour before off the floor.

"But... it's nearly five o'clock; what could it possibly be that can't wait until tomorrow?" Darlene inquired; her suspicions of him having another woman was growing by the second.

"Don't know, they didn't tell me," Allen replied, "nor would they on an unsecured line," he quickly added to himself.

"How long will you be gone?"

"Don't know, probably late," Allen said, quickly dressing. Not seeing the look in Darlene's eyes when he slid his wallet into his back pocket.

"No goodbye kiss?" Darlene asked, incensed that he would leave without giving her one as he neared the door. The moment he bent down, she pounced, passionately kissing her husband, unlike anything the woman he was going to see could ever give him. The moment Allen had left the room, Darlene jumped out of bed, snatching her dress from the floor. Shimming it down her body, she was going to find out just who this woman was. She wouldn't confront him. She just needed to see this woman that he was leaving her bed for.

"Going somewhere?" Tracy asked, from behind her.

"Mmmhmm," Darlene hummed as she waited and watched as Allen pulled out of the driveway.

"Then you might need this," Tracy said, tapping her sister's purse that she had dropped on the floor against her left arm.

"I'll be..."

"I'm coming with you; it's amusing to watch you run around not trusting your husband," Tracy said, with a cruel grin.

Darlene didn't say a word; she simply opened the door and raced to her own car. Leaving locking up her house to her sister as she climbed into the driver's seat and cranked the ignition. She threw the car into reverse before her sister could even close her door.

"Awful impatient, aren't we?" Tracy stated, holding onto the door handle as Darlene sped to catch up to Allen's car.

"I just know he has someone already," Darlene muttered low. She wasn't about to lose her husband to some other woman. Sure, she might sleep around, yet she never got involved with another man. To her mind, that would just dishonor their marriage as twisted as that sounded. Glancing over at her sister when she snickered.

"That's rich coming from you, Darlene. You've made it a habit of sleeping around on him, and now you don't trust your own husband," Tracy uttered, chuckling at the absurdity of it.

Darlene's cheeks grew flushed with embarrassment. Her sister wasn't wrong. She knew it was hypocritical of what she was suspecting. Still, the thought of Allen having an affair just tore at her heart. Seeing how she couldn't refute her sister's words, Darlene opted to drive in silence the rest of the way.

"You sure this is where Allen works?" Tracy asked, staring up at the skyscraper.

"No, he told me he works in a building on the south end. What's he doing here?" Darlene asked aloud, parking across the street from the building, watching Allen pulling up to the gated opening. Watching his arm reach out and slid something, what that was she couldn't see given the distance, and how the gate just automatically began to rise.

"Sis, I'm getting a bad feeling here," Tracy said, with a little worry in her voice. "That place kind of gives off the government type of feeling if you know what I mean." Seeing Darlene nod in agreement. "Have you never been to his work before?" she asked, seeing her sister shake her head.

"He's always told me not to bother. It wasn't that impressive of a building or company to show off," Darlene uttered, repeating the line he had fed her when she asked about having lunch with him when they were dating.

"Okay, maybe you're wrong about another woman, but he definitely is hiding something." The both of them jumped when Darlene's cellphone went off. Their collective sigh resounded in the car when the caller ID showed it was her father calling. "Let's go home Darlene, I think we've had enough excitement for one day," Tracy said, taking Darlene's phone from her and answering it. "Hey, Dad."

All through the drive home, her mind played back everything Allen had told her about his job. Knowing that he hasn't once gotten a promotion in all that time. She would have thought with the amount of hours he puts in, he would have. Then again, he lied about where his place of work was. Couldn't he be lying about what he actually does when he leaves their house in the mornings? Chewing on her lip, wondering what is a lie and what is the truth as they pulled back into the driveway of her home.

"Sis... don't take this the wrong way, but what if, I'm saying if here," holding up her hands when Darlene turned to look at her as they approached the front door, "what if Allen isn't even his real name?" Tracy asked, seeing the shock playing along her sister's eyes at the thought. "There has to be a reason why he would lie about his job. I mean, who lies about their jobs?!" Tilting her head to the side as Darlene's pumps flew off her feet as she raced to the door. Growing a little bit concerned about her sister's mental state as Darlene ran around the house like a madwoman. Shutting the door behind her as Darlene was tossing the cushions, flinging down picture frames, overturning tables to find anything that would shed light on why Allen would lie to them. Taking her sister by the shoulders, seeing the frantic look in her eyes as the living room and den lay in disarray. "Get a hold of yourself, Darlene," giving her sister a little shake, "what's Allen going to think if he comes home to this mess?"

"What of its all a lie?!" Darlene broke down, collapsing to her knees, burying her face in her hands, weeping loudly into them at the thought of the man she loved was a total stranger.

"I don't... know," Tracy spoke, softening her tone at what her sister was facing. While Nate might have been a lying bastard to her, at least she knew the man. Pondering what other secrets Allen had been hiding from Darlene and their family. "Come on, I'll help you clean up before Allen gets back," she said, lightly rubbing her sister's back as Darlene nodded.

"Thank you for coming back in." Allen nodded as he stood in his Chief's office. "You know the reason why you aren't back in the field yet." Again, Allen simply nodded. "We believe we have good intel on who might have blown your cover in Libya."

"Oh? And who do you suspect, sir?" Allen asked, standing at-ease in front of his boss's desk.

"One of our own, I'm sad to say." Allen tried to keep his shock from his face when Maria's photo appeared on the computer screen when he turned it towards him. "We can't confirm anything yet. However, there is chatter that she has been compromised. We think the man she's with is the one that sold your data to the Libyans."

"What are your orders, sir?" Allen asked, compartmentalizing his feelings for Maria to the back of his mind. Knowing it wouldn't do if they affected his judgment with what had to be done.

"We're aware that she's contacted you. Since the two of you have worked so closely with one another, and she thinks we don't know that she might be a double agent. We want you to see if you can find evidence that points to her dealings, if there is any to be found, or her innocence. This is strictly off the books; you'll be on your own on this assignment. Do you think you can handle it?"

"Yes, sir," Allen nodded.

"You are not to authorized to take her out unless you're given the order to. Am I clear on that?"

"Very."

"Good. Now, Agent Acharya will be landing in DC late Sunday night. We want you in there before she does. Once she's debriefed by HQ, that's when we want you to make yourself known. Everything you need to know is in here." Taking the manila folder, his Chief held out to him. "Study everything in there and let no one see it."

"Understood, sir."

"I pray she hasn't turned; it would be a loss to the Agency to lose such a fine agent." Allen remained silent as he shook his boss's hand. He knew it had to be a mistake. Maria had dedicated her life to the Agency. It wasn't unheard of that the Agency would burn one of their agents if they thought they had been compromised, or they would send someone like him to make sure those agents never spoke another word. "You're dismissed; take the rest of the week off to prepare for your op. Oh, Agent Douglass, stop by the equipment quartermaster and get yourself a new encrypted phone."

"Yes, sir." Was the only words Allen spoke as he shut the door on his way out. His mind raced as he walked down the hallway. Wondering if the Agency was setting them both up. He knew it could get bad if they did that. Given what he has done for the Agency, it wouldn't be hard for them to spin his record as some soldier-of-fortune renegade. Nodding to the counterintelligence agents as he stepped into the cab of the elevator. Hitting the button for basement sublevel one, where the quartermaster was located. He would follow orders; however, that didn't mean he'd was going to blindly follow them, or would he'd blindly trust the intel or his people. He was a spy and assassin, after all. He's seen what the Agency and government will do to those that they deem expendable.

Keeping his thoughts to himself as he signed out the phone. Hiding the scowl from his face when it was one with an enclosed battery in it. Knowing his Agency, they most likely placed a bug in it. Keeping it turned off wouldn't stop the bug from transmitting, seeing how it was likely tied into the battery itself. He was just going to have to tear it apart once he got home. He was also going to have to visit the range just in case Maria was indeed a double agent. In his line of work, Allen had learned not to trust anyone. Yet he did relax that rule when he was around Maria before his cover was blown.

It was eight-thirty in the evening when Allen arrived back home. Slipping silently into the house, hearing the TV going in the living room. His eyes darted around the den, noting how it wasn't the same when he left a few hours ago. Walking into his office, closing and locking the door. Setting the folder on the desk before lifting and moving the left side of it off the hidden door for his floor safe he had installed when he bought the place. Not that Darlene knew about it. The safe's door opened with ease once he had unlocked it. Placing the folder inside and pulling out his locked pistol box. It wasn't his government-issued one. This was for his backup if he needed a backup. He could always rely on his Sig Sauer, P320, M17, 9mm pistol than the Berettas the government likes to use. Placing the box on his desk, turning his head when he heard footsteps approaching. Sliding his desk back as quietly as he could and quickly hiding his lockbox in the small closet before a knock came upon the door.

"Allen?! Are you in there?" Blowing out a breath at the sound of Darlene's voice. "Honey is something..." Her voice stilled as he opened the door. "Why was the door locked?" Darlene asked, knowing that wasn't something that occurred regularly in their home.

"Was going over some sensitive documents," Allen lied. Keeping his thoughts to himself when he noticed how she wasn't buying it or not all of it.

"Is that why you had to go back into the office?" Darlene asked, trying not to let on that he lied to her.

"Sort of," Allen nodded, "you remember the account I told you about?"

"Yeah? What about it?" Darlene inquired, arching an eyebrow. Wondering why her husband was flat out lying to her with a straight face too. Pondering how long had he been lying to her, and how did he get so good at it that she didn't question a thing until now.

"Well, things aren't going so well; it seems I'm going to have to go to Seattle Friday night to see if I can't get things straightened out."

"Friday?! But that's in two days! What about our anniversary?!" Darlene exclaimed.

"Our anniversary isn't for another three months," Allen retorted.

"Not our wedding anniversary, the anniversary of the day I met the man I fell in love with," Darlene said, laying on the charm. Slipping her arms around his waist, "Don't you want to celebrate it with me?"

"Since when have we ever done that?" Allen inquired, with a pointed look.

"Well, I was thinking since we're starting a new chapter in our lives, that we celebrate every important moment of our lives together," Darlene said, sweetly. Wondering how he was going to play this off.

"We'll celebrate it when I get back, I promise," Allen said, to placate his wife as he moved past her.

Not seeing how her eyes moved around his office, noting how the desk was a skewed slightly the last she seen of it. Darlene's eyes flickered over to his back, questioning if she truly knew the man that shared her bed. She hadn't searched that room, given how she didn't want to raise his suspicions if she inadvertently moved some papers that he had laying about in some order of his.

"I left you a plate in the stove to keep warm if your hungry," Darlene said, from behind him. The look in his eyes as he nodded as he turned into the kitchen had her worried. It wasn't the look of the man she's known all these years. Wondering what could it have been that made her husband become like this in such a short time. "Why can't he just tell me what's going on?!" she asked herself, watching how he carefully pulled the plate out from the stove.

That night Darlene tried to put on a brave front for her husband, yet a divide had started to form between the two of them. They said little to one another as each of them climbed into bed. It was the first time in her married life she didn't fall asleep snuggled up to her husband.

Two days later...

"I'll call once I reach Seattle," Allen lied as he closed the lid of his trunk.

"I bet you will," Darlene uttered in her mind. "You have a safe flight Allen and come home soon. I'll have something special waiting for you when you do," she said, putting on a brave face as her sister stood beside her. She didn't believe for one second he was going to Seattle. Knowing she was going to turn his office upside down just to get to the bottom of just who her husband was and why all the lying to her.

"Can't wait," Allen said, feeling something off with Darlene as he hugged her. Yet he didn't have the time or the energy to sort that out, at least not at the moment. First, he had to determine if Maria was a double agent or not. While it would hurt him greatly to have to kill her, yet he was what he was. The assassin they turned him into.

Darlene looked over to her sister, who nodded. Tracy, too wanted to know the reason why Allen would lie to her. Hopping into Tracy's car on the off chance that Allen would recognize hers and know they were tailing him. Not great, mind you; still, they did keep a safe distance from Allen as they followed him to a small airfield and not the regular airport they had thought he would be using.

"Darlene, what the hell is going on?" Tracy muttered as they watched as Allen spoke to two men in black suits before they and Allen headed towards the small jet with its stairs down waiting for them to board.

"How the hell would I know?!" Darlene exclaimed. Wondering just where in the hell her husband was going and who those two men were. For some reason, she got a weird government vibe from them; it was like she was looking at secret service agents like she had seen on TV so many times. They sat there watching as the plane took off, heading east and not northwest like it would have if Allen was going to Seattle like he had told her. Her nails scraped down her jeans, wondering if she even knew her husband at all?!

"Maybe Allen has a reason for all this secrecy," Tracy said, peering over at Darlene.

"But I'm his wife! I should be the one he could tell everything too!"

"Really? You really aren't the wife I'm sure he expected to have when he married you," Tracy said, seeing Darlene look away, knowing she couldn't refute her words.

"I'm scared, Tracy? I'm scared that I'm going to lose Allen, scared that if I find out the truth, then he won't be the man I love," Darlene spoke, her voice quivered, her tears reamed her eyes at that thought.

"We'll just see what we can find out, alright?" Tracy whispered, hugging her sister; as much as she wanted to rag on her sister for the slut she was, this didn't seem like the time. "I got a friend in the police department. Maybe he could run Allen's name through a background check."

"Alright," Darlene sniffled, wiping her tears from her eyes.

"Let's go home so we can sort this out," Tracy said, seeing her sister nod weakly.

Tracy was on the phone when they walked into Darlene's home, noting how her sister made a beeline towards Allen's office. "Hey Harry, can you do me a tinny tiny favor?" Tracy asked, setting down her purse onto the couch.

"Sure, Tracy, what do you need?"

"Could you run a name for me, or would that get you into trouble?"

"No, who do you want this on?"

"My brother-in-law," Tracy stated matter-of-factly.

"Kind of late in doing a background check on the man, don't you think?" Tracy's cheeks heated in embarrassment at the sound of Harry's chuckle. "What's the name and address?"

"Allen Scott Douglass," Tracy offered, listening to the tapping of the keys over the line when she gave their address. Turning her head towards the office when she heard something large being moved. Hurriedly walking to Allen's office, seeing her sister staring dumbfoundedly down at the floor safe. They each looked at each other, then back down to the lock. She had never seen anything like it; sure, she had seen safes before, just not this sophisticated. "Harry? You wouldn't know anyone good with safes?"

"Maybe. Send me a pic of it, and I'll see what I can find out... wait."

"What is it?" Tracy asked, seeing her sister's head snapping towards her after she had snapped a picture and sent it off.

"You sure that's his name?"

"Yes, why?" Tracy asked, with a touch of worry in her voice.

"Because I just got red-flagged. What have you gotten me into, Tracy?" Her eyes cut to her sister; her heart raced, wondering what they had stumbled into.

"What do you mean red-flagged?!" Tracy asked, seeing the fear rising in her sister's voice.

"I mean, I just had some government agency shut down my search, that's what I mean. Just who is this man? You know what I don't want to know. Whatever it is, it's big, and I'm not about to lose my job over it."

"Alright, thanks for your help; I hope this doesn't get you into trouble," Tracy spoke, her heart was pounding in her ears.

Darlene reached over and took her sister's hand. Immediately she felt how it was trembling in fear. Which only caused her own fears to double at who her husband truly was.

"As for that safe... it's old, the best back in the day, and pricy too. It shouldn't be a problem to unlock it."

"You can do that?!" Tracy uttered in surprise.

"Yeah, I moonlight as a locksmith; safecracking is a hobby of mine. I'm off tomorrow. I can swing by then and see if I can't open it for you."

"How much?" Tracy asked, seeing Darlene nod that she would cover the cost.

"For you, Tracy, let's call it an even hundred."

"Thanks, Harry, you're a lifesaver!" Tracy said, putting on the charm. If he didn't bat for the other team, she would have chased after him and wouldn't have to deal with learning that her former fiancé was nothing more than cheating scum.

"I'll put on your tab." Which got a chuckle from both of them before Tracy hung up the phone.

"Come on, I think you'll want to sit down for this," Tracy said, trying not to let her worry touch her voice at what had happened when Harry ran Allen's name through the database.

Darlene sat in shock, stupefaction at what her sister had repeated of her phone conversation. What could her husband be into? What would require some government agency to flag Allen's name? For that matter, why would they? Was he some kind of wanted man? Was he in witness protection? Is that why there were men in suits there at the airport? Was that why her husband had been lying to her all this time? What was Allen's real name anyway? All these questions ran through her mind.​