TITLE    : The Week Ch. 11
STORYID  : the-week-ch-11
SUMMARY  : Chapter 11 of a 13 Chapter, 150-page, wife-watching story.
AUTHOR   : feverman@lit
DATE     : 2012-10-19
CATEGORY : loving-wives
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |wife-watching|mmf threesome|mmf|threesome|


Note: <strong><u>The Week</u></strong> is a 13 Chapter, 150 page, novella-length, wife-sharing story. This is one of the final chapters. It will be virtually impossible for you to fully understand the storyline or the contents of this closing chapter unless you have read what took place earlier in the story. I would recommend that you start at the beginning. In any case, thanks for your interest. I hope you enjoy the story. Feverman. Copyright 2011, 2012 Chad Sanders, all rights reserved.



<strong><u>Chapter 11 -- Recovery and Regrouping</u></strong>



I woke up and fell back asleep several times before I finally pulled my body out of bed just before noon on Sunday. Sarah was still dead to the world and she looked, as the old expression says, "rode hard and put up wet." That cliché was very fitting. She had the dried cum and passion marks all over her body to prove her hard ride. I lifted her knee to look at the condition of her sex and found her inner-thighs and labia chaffed, red, and very raw looking. Her pussy lips were still unusually puffy as if "Ouch!" would be the response to the touch of even a feather. She had several nasty looking bruises on her arms, legs and butt cheeks, and hickies and bite marks on her neck, arms, tits and back.



I fetched a warm, wet washcloth and a towel and cleaned her up the best I could without waking her. She barely reacted no matter how I moved her around as I washed her body. <em>'Why in the world did she want to do something like that,'</em> I wondered, but only decided, <em>'I guess it seemed like a good idea at the time to her.'</em>



Lee and I talked, had lunch and checked on Sarah regularly throughout the afternoon. I learned a bit more about how Lee had set up the elaborate, fantasy experience so quickly. Dante's place was rented by one of the swingers' clubs for almost nothing and used periodically for parties and fantasy games similar to the one Lee set up for Sarah. Her game was a slightly modified version of a fantasy production the group did from time to time for different women. The diversion of dinner and dancing was to give "the cast" time to get things set up and free up some of the players who were busy earlier in the evening.



"How much did the evening cost?" I asked Lee, and offered, "I need to repay you."



"None of your business," Lee said with a smile. "It was a gift to both of you. Forget any notion of repayment. That's not going to happen. I won't accept one penny."



"In that case, thank you again," I told him.



We were watching a recorded boxing match somewhere around five p.m. when Sarah came in still naked and plopped down on the couch between us. "Oh god, that was way more intense that I imagined," she shared.



"I'd say it was pretty intense," I told her with understatement, and asked, "How are you feeling, love?"



"I'm glad you are up and about. We were getting a bit worried," Lee chimed in.



"Sore inside and out, tired, kind of hung over and thick headed," she told us, "and that is before I even consider how foolish I feel for thinking I needed to do something like that."



"Are you sorry you did?" Lee asked.



"In some ways, yes, and in other ways I am glad I did," she shared.



"How so?" Lee followed up.



"Besides the soreness and general wear and tear, I am having some regrets about... how to say this... about eating my cake and not having it to look forward to anymore. I enjoyed my fantasies. They were very arousing and personal... in many ways better than the real thing. I'm not sure I'll be able to enjoy them the same way in the future now that I have done this. The good part is that I realize a lot about myself that I didn't fully understand this time yesterday. I know something about how to be strong and endure... about how to survive by doing whatever is necessary to get through a situation. Those men really got turned on playing with me... I mean they kept getting turned on all night long. I feel good that I kept a group of men that worked up for so long. It gives me a new sense of my sexual attractiveness... prowess, for lack of a better term. I know now, beyond any doubt now, that men are attracted to me in a sexual way and that I can satisfy the needs of even multiple men by sharing intense sexual pleasure with them," she shared.



"You definitely satisfied four," I commented.



"How real did the evening seem to you?" Lee inquired.



"Oh it was very real, thrillingly real; at times it was terrifyingly real. Truthfully, the only time it wasn't completely real was when I consciously forced myself to know it wasn't. That was when I was scared out of my mind and wanted to run for my life toward any form of escape. I had to come to the realization it was at least part fantasy even if things were getting out of control. I needed to do that to keep my wits. I still can't piece together how it all seemed so natural when I knew going into the night something like that was going to happen. I realize now that almost all of it must have been carefully planned. I know that as we sit here now, but I was too caught up in it at the time to see beyond what was happening in the present. Between the drugs and alcohol, my wild desires, and those men in that setting and all... well, it was very real to me at the time; I'd say almost totally real."



"What did you think about the interracial sex?" I asked.



"I'm not sure how to answer you, honey. The whole experience was so intense and my feelings and emotions were pulled in so many directions, I think I kind of lost track of the fact that the men were racially different. Well of course, I knew the men were black, but my mind was more focused on what they would do with me and to me than the color of their skin. The other parts of the experience, being trapped with them with you and Lee being handcuffed and unable to help me if I needed you, the threat of physical harm to you two and to me, and all the demands on my body and mind just overpowered what color they were. I think them being black men added to the experience, but mostly because it seemed so natural that they were black. I mean it fit with them being Ray's friends and it fit the setting well, the club and all."



"What if they had been Mexican?" Lee asked.



"Why do you want to know that?" Sarah wondered aloud.



"Because if you had chosen Hector over Ray when I asked you to choose, the men involved would have been from a Mexican gang," Lee revealed. He explained, "By not choosing one of them, you forced me to choose for you. So, I flipped a mental coin, so to speak. I opted for the black cast of characters, but it could have easily gone either way."



"I'm not sure what you are getting at. I don't see how it would have been a whole lot different," Sarah told him.



"That is exactly my point and what I wanted to hear you say. It would have pretty much felt the same if they had been Mexicans, a white biker gang, or any other group of men you got trapped with. I believe it was the dangerous setting, your loss of choice and the lusty, out-of-control desire of the men that made your experience what it was," Lee told her.



"I agree, but so what?" She wondered what point he kept trying to make.



"I just wanted to hear you say it, to bring that realization to a conscious level in your thinking," Lee said and smiled at her.



"You wanted me to realize doing it again with different types of people wouldn't be much different, is that what you wanted me to see?"



"Yes," Lee said, and he grinned again.



"I can't imagine ever wanting to do that again, Lee. I am glad we did it, mostly glad anyway. It was a wild ride, but trust me; I got that one out of my system," Sarah shared, and then it hit her. She sat up straight, looked at Lee, and said, "That's why you let them keep fucking me until I was completely used up, wasn't it? You wanted the men to overdo things with me on purpose... to make this fantasy of mine so intense I'd be reluctant to even consider doing it again, didn't you?"



"You have it exactly right, Sarah. I had the men press on with you to take you past the point of physical exhaustion because this adventure was risky if not downright dangerous. I hoped to completely fulfill and exhaust any desire you had for it. It was just too unpredictable in spite of everything I did to make it safe and to reduce any unexpected surprises. I wanted to press you to the point that, unless you had the type of insatiable craving Denise had, you would get your fill of this fantasy once and for all. I wanted to fulfill you fantasy desires so completely... well, you get the idea," Lee confessed.



Sarah thought about what Lee had just told her and considered his intent. After a period of reflection, Sarah told him, "I think you planned it perfectly. I don't have any need or desire to revisit that fantasy."



I wondered if my wife would choose to look back on her adventure favorably and get turned on remembering selected parts of it, specifically the parts that took her to orgasm so many times, or would she turn her back on it forever. I asked, "What about revisiting last night in our sexual fantasies? Is this going to be something you will want to totally forget or will you want to relive parts of it in the future?"



She looked at me with a strange curiosity in her expression, as if she was reading my mind, looking for my underlying reason for asking the question. After staring at me long enough for it to feel uncomfortable, she grinned suggestively and told me, "I'll take you back there during our fantasy-sex play-time if the idea of having me talk about it while we make love turns you on. I won't have a problem with doing that."



"Thank you," I told her, acknowledging the accuracy of her intuition.



"So who won the endurance contest? Did I win or did they win?" she asked, as if it were truly a contest.



"You did, no doubt about it," Lee told her, "You wore out the whole bunch."



His only-slightly-exaggerated statement of truth made Sarah smile.



I was pleased with her perspective on the experience, considering that it could have been drastically different with all sorts of negative loose-ends to deal with. I was blissfully relived that she was doing so well and seemed to have such a good grasp of her emotions. I told her, "I won big time when I won you."



"Thank you, love," Sarah said, and she couldn't stop smiling.



"Hungry?" I asked.



"Starving," she told me.



I cooked Sarah an omelet with toast and got her some juice spiked with just a healthy splash of vodka. Her eating had slowed and she was trying to lift the last bite to her mouth when her body and mind demanded sleep again. Her head dropped onto the back of the sofa and she was out. As she lay there sound asleep again holding the fork in her hand loosely, the realization of how much my wife had changed in the last two weeks hit me. An energetic, strong and lively sexual being had come out of its hiding place deep inside her. It gave her presence a new feel. Sarah seemed perfectly relaxed to be sitting naked with us. That was revealing enough, but it was only a minor, outward symptom of how she had grown compared to the quiet confidence she had acquired on all matters sexual. It seemed to me Sarah had truly embraced her sexuality for the first time and had invited it to come out and join the rest of her beautiful personality.



"What do you think, Lee?" I asked after I concluded my thinking about the new Sarah for awhile.



"I think you are the most fortunate man I know," Lee told me.



"Thank you," I told him. "I surely am."



I got Sarah a blanket and pillow and eased her into a comfortable sleeping position. Lee and I watched TV for a couple of hours. I cooked steaks and vegetables on the grill for us. Sarah slept.



About eleven p.m. we helped Sarah down the hall and put her in bed. As Lee turned to leave the room, he said, "Goodnight, Ryan."



"You're not going anywhere. Get in bed," Sarah said without opening her eyes.



We made our typical sandwich of her and slept.



Sometime before daybreak, Sarah crawled over me and went to the bathroom. I heard the shower running and she stayed in the shower for a long time. She returned wearing a transparent green baby-doll and nothing else. When she saw me awake, she said, "Hi, love. You can't imagine how wonderful that shower felt."



"I'm glad it did," I told her. "You deserve some pampering after that wild adventure, experiment, or whatever it was. Want a massage?"



"I would love a massage. Want to give me one?" she asked.



"Sure," I told her.



I'm not sure how long I rubbed lotion on Sarah's body, but I watched the light in the bedroom go from darkness to full daylight while I did. It felt really good to do something so simple to make her feel good. Well after daybreak, Lee woke up, propped himself up on a pillow and watched. Sarah had her head turned the other way from Lee and looked almost asleep she was so content with the attention my hands were giving her.



"Are you awake, Lee?" she quietly asked, revealing she had heard him stir.



"I am. Good morning, Sarah," he replied.



"You can help Ryan if you like," she told him.



"I'd love to," he told her.



I told them, "My hands need a break anyway," and asked, "Would you like to take over for awhile. I'll make coffee and shower."



I dropped off two cups of coffee and left them for the shower. With the hot water flowing over my body and feeling wonderful, I considered what the future with Sarah would be like. I wondered about what to do during the last two days while Lee would still be staying with us, but more so about after he left to return home. I looked forward to having Sarah to myself again, but I had a strange insecurity that kept nipping at my good feelings about her, the exciting new Sarah. She had experienced three men with very big penises, fucked four men to near exhaustion and their big dicks had stretched her and molded her pussy to fit their cocks. <em>Was I going to have a problem satisfying her vaginally in the future? Would she be happy and fulfilled with just having sex with me? Would her desire for intense excitement like she had experienced with them begin to creep up and become a serious need of hers?</em> Questions like those kept popping up as I enjoyed the water and the solitude of those few, uncommitted minutes.



When I returned to the bedroom, Lee was massaging Sarah's feet and they were talking. One question I hadn't considered was something they were discussing. The question was: What type of relationship would they, Lee and Sarah, have in the future?



"Of course we will see each other again," Lee assured her.



I could only assume Sarah had concerns that they might not. It occurred to me at that moment she had, or may have, developed a very real attachment to Lee. That type of deep emotional involvement was the one and only "no-no" for our threesome relationship.



"Tag team, you are out, Lee," I told him. "Want to get your shower? I hate that we have to work, but we need to get this project knocked out. If we have a good day, perhaps we can take the day off tomorrow."



I turned to Sarah and asked, "How about you, love; what is your schedule like?"



"I was planning on taking today and tomorrow off anyway, maybe all week. I'd rather not have to explain all these bite marks and hickies," she told me.



"Okay, I'll get my shower," Lee agreed. He said to Sarah, "We can finish this discussion later."



"Did I interrupt something?" I said, playing dumb.



"Not really," Lee said. "We were just wondering if and when we might have the opportunity to get together again in the future."



"As soon as possible, I hope," I told them, "...assuming Sarah and I are both in agreement after we have had some time to digest all this new sexual activity."



"That's what I was telling Sarah, to take some time and let things settle down. Looking back after a few weeks may reveal a very different perspective than the one she's seeing right now," Lee told me.



Lee's statement confirmed my suspicion that Sarah may have gotten in a bit over her head.



Lee left for the shower and I began massaging Sarah's hands. When she seemed absorbed in the feeling of my massage, I asked, "What is going on in that pretty head of yours?"



"I am feeling guilty," she told me, "...about Lee."



"How so?" I inquired.



"I blew two days I could have been with him, helping him get over his loss of Denise. Instead, I ran off to explore my own sexuality and left both Lee and you on the sidelines. I don't feel good about that," she shared.



"Lee has received a thousand times more from his relationship with you than he could have possibly expected before he arrived. I know for a fact that he would rather have helped you with your fantasy adventure than anything else he might have done at the time. He cares about you and your happiness. Hell, Sarah, besides that, he was probably tickled to death to have a couple of days off to recover from what you had been doing with him," I told her and laughed.



She didn't laugh with me. "I know. He told me the same thing, but I still feel like I have been selfish and let him down."



My concern was growing with each fresh exchange of words. I thought for a moment, thought more carefully for another moment, and in spite of my fear of doing so, I asked, "Are you aware that there are times when caring too much about a third person can be harmful to a relationship?"



"Sure, I can imagine over-caring about someone else being a problem," she said. "But, how is that relevant here?"



"Do you remember the one and only rule we set in the beginning of this birthday-gift adventure, this threesome which started out to fulfill "my" sexual fantasy? I want to emphasize that this was initially intended as 'my present' and 'my fantasy.' Do you remember that you were, under no circumstances, to allow yourself to get emotionally involved with Lee?" I asked.



"Oh fuck!" she said.



"Exactly!" I commented.



"Oh god, Ryan, I'm sorry! I just forgot. With all this stuff going on, I just let my guard down and let Lee slip into my heart," she admitted.



"I noticed," I told her. I then asked, "Want to tell me about your conversation?"



She told me, "He was rubbing my back and butt. I started thinking about all the nice gifts he brought for me and about how he made my forced-sex fantasy come true almost like I had fantasized. Then I thought about him going back home to his empty house with only his memories of Denise. I realized he was leaving in two days and that made me sad. I didn't want him to go and I didn't like the idea of him being so lonely again. So, I said, 'I am going to miss you when you leave, Lee. I hope we can get together again someday.' I think I was crying a little. He thought a minute and told me I should think about things for awhile before I let my emotions get too worked up. He said I was in a vulnerable place with all this stuff happening and that I needed to take a step back and let the reality of these experiences creep back in before I started hoping and wishing for things that couldn't happen. I did something really stupid then, Ryan. I told him that he was part of my life now and I would find a way for this to work out for all of us. I told him I had to see him again, that life wouldn't be the same for me if I couldn't. He told me he was sure we would see each other sometime, but he had no idea when. It was something along those lines. That was when you came back in and interrupted us."



"I don't know what to say, Sarah. I appreciate your honesty, but your disclosure is about the last thing I wanted to hear. Getting emotionally involved is the one and only thing I told you we couldn't let happen. Doing so has put a huge strain on my relationship with Lee, put us in a very bad place. I don't see how I can let things continue now. You mean way too much to me, Sarah. I think I have to end this arrangement immediately."

<hr pg="2" />"Oh god, honey, I'm so sorry. I don't want to hurt Lee, or you. If you end it now, he will feel so bad. Can't we find some other way?" she begged.



"I don't see how," I told her. My heart was hurting terribly and I was suddenly angry.



"Try. Please try, for me, love. Please try," she pleaded.



Lee came back in the room dressed for work holding some items in his hands. They were gifts for Sarah. "Is this a good time to give you Sunday's gift that got lost in the aftermath of Saturday's activities?" he asked, and added, "I have today's gift too."



"How about after you get home from work this evening," Sarah suggested.



Lee looked a bit befuddled, but said, "Sure. That works for me."



He looked at Sarah and saw the dramatic difference in her demeanor and attitude. He looked at me and saw a stressed, if not pensive, expression on my face. "Oh!" he said, realizing he walked in on something unexpectedly serious, "I'll meet you downstairs, Ryan."



When Lee left the room I was unsure of how to proceed. More, I was getting so frustrated that I had to deal with the one thing I had feared the most when I opened up this threesome fantasy idea, that I was being forced to deal the one thing I had warned her about, the one thing I had said absolutely couldn't happen. '<em>Didn't I warn her? How could she be this... thoughtless of my feelings? (Or be so stupid, which was the first thing that came to my mind)'</em>



I had this strong urge to blow things up, to end it all in a fit of anger and piece things back together whenever and however I could. And, I nearly did. Somehow, almost miraculously, I managed to say, "I'll think things over. I need to get dressed for work now."



I guess Sarah saw the potential explosion just below the surface of my small concession. She said, "I love you, honey. I love you and only you that way. Don't blow my feeling of concern for Lee out of proportion. They are insignificant compared to my love for you."



I didn't believe her, at least not fully. My jealousy was in control of my thought processes and I was very hurt and angry. Deep disappointment and a growing internal rage were the most overwhelming emotions I felt at the time. All I could manage to do was try to buy some time to let my anger pass. "Please don't talk to me right now, not until I can get control of emotions and thoughts. I need to settle down some," I told her.



I felt guilty leaving her is such a troubled state of mind, but I was powerless to rise above the negativity consuming my mind. I wanted to be understanding and sympathetic to my wonderful, loving wife. I just couldn't. I was simply too absorbed in my own selfishness. My ego had taken a beating and I was in deep emotional turmoil.



Lee could see my distress as we rode to work. "What got under you skin so, Ryan?" he asked.



"Sarah broke the one rule we had going into this threesome thing," I told him.



Lee understood, or at least I assumed he did. He didn't say another word until we were in the office and began working. When he did speak to me again, it was all business.



We both managed to box out our pending personal issues and set them aside during the day. We all but finished the project. Only a final review remained. Lee would take with him all he needed to produce the chip. Closing time and our trip home approached. I felt like I had the weight of a cement truck on my chest. I wanted to drop Lee off at a hotel and find a different hotel to get a room for myself. I just didn't want to deal with the problem I had with them, mostly with my wife.



In spite of my efforts to think of a dignified way to navigate the next two days to my and to their satisfaction, I had made no progress, zero and nada. In the little time I had to think during the day, all my mind would produce were negative questions. <em>How could she fuck this up so badly? Why did she have to do this to me? Why couldn't Lee see this coming and avoid it? Hasn't he been down this same road? Doesn't he understand? Is he trying to steal my wife with kindness? What the fuck was she thinking?</em> It went on and on like that. I didn't know what to do or what to say to either of them.



Just before closing time, my office manager came in and said, "Sarah's on line two for you."



"Thank you," I told her. "I'll take it in the conference room."



I left Lee in the programming lab and took the call. "Hello," I said, trying to hide the frustration I still felt and the anger that I had barely kept under control all day long.



"Honey, please forgive me," Sarah said.



"Maybe later," I told her.



"I don't love Lee, not like you. He is a good friend to us, that's all. Don't let this ruin our friendship with him, and don't let it hurt our relationship," she tried to advise me.



"I can't seem to get control of my disappointment," I honestly shared.



"You have it in you, Ryan. I know you do, sweetheart," she told me, her voice begging me with its tone.



"How?" I asked, and added, "There was only one thing I asked of you, only one rule."



"Just tell me what I can do to make things better between us. Tell me what to do and I will do it, no matter what," she offered.



I told her, "I wish I knew. When I think of it I will tell you. We'll see then."



"You don't have to be like this, Ryan. You have the ability to be understanding and forgiving. This line you are expecting Lee and me to walk is very thin. It might be impossibly thin given what you wanted to see us do together. This can still be worked out," she told me.



"I hope you're right," I replied.



She was silent for a moment and then asked, "What should we do about dinner?"



"I don't know," I honestly told her. "I don't have any answers about anything right now."



"I'll have something ready, just in case you want it," she told me.



"Thank you," I replied, and said goodbye with a somewhat cold, "See you later," rather than the customary, "I love you."



"I love you. Bye, love," she told me.



Sarah was right, of course. I knew it in my heart, but I was so full of pride, jealousy, hurt and all that negative crap. I just couldn't seem to let go of my destructive feelings and be the person I knew I should be. I was getting more pissed off by the moment, increasingly so at myself.



I took a few deep breaths and went back in to join Lee. "Ready to wrap it up and get out of here?" I asked.



"Want to talk about it, Ryan?" he asked.



"As I said this morning, Lee, we had one rule, only one: don't get emotionally involved. But, Sarah is. That's my problem," I told him.



"Yes, she does care about me, but, not in the same way she does you, Ryan. Her definition of emotional involvement may be very different from yours. In fact, I would bet the farm on this. I think most of what she is feeling for me is empathy and other emotions of concern. I told her to give her sadness that I am leaving some time and to let her feelings cool down because things might look much different after some time passes. I know this, Ryan, Sarah loves you with all her heart and soul. I think I know exactly how you feel, how much you are hurting inside. You need to find a way to let go of your hurt. The worst thing you can do is let it fester and grow to the point that you do or say things that will damage your relationship with Sarah. Can I try to help by sharing my view of this emotional involvement thing with you?"



"Sure, fire away," I told him.



"You asked her to do something for you, something that really stretches a woman's emotions to the extreme. Giving themselves sexually to another man is so against the grain of most married women's instincts it is very hard for them to have even casual sex with another man without having some type of feeling for him. You not only wanted to see her having sex with another man, you wanted to see her let go and give that man all of her. That, by definition, means caring about him to some degree. So, the one rule you set up, don't get emotionally involved, you told her to break when you told her to really let go and give me all of her. Your requests to her were in direct contradiction with each other. It was virtually impossible for her to do both. In spite of that impossibility, I think Sarah has done a remarkable job of managing her emotions. Sure she feels sorry for me and hates to see me go, but she couldn't have let go like you asked her without having some kind of feelings for me. What you need to fully realize is that her feelings for me are nothing like the love she feels for you, or the commitment she feels toward you, or any of the other important parts of your relationship. Sure, she fucked up and got a little carried away with her caring feelings for me, but so what? If she didn't have a need to see me again sometime in the future, and to maintain some small thread of connection, she would feel cheap and used by all this. She simply has to feel some type of connection, Ryan, if only for her mental well-being and self image. Your frustration and jealousy are blinding you to these rather obvious facts at the moment. Your problem is internal, not external with Sarah. It is just that simple from my perspective. I see your predicament clearly because I've been exactly where you are now. I fought those same demons."



"Jealousy and damaged pride are two hard pills to swallow," I admittedly told him.



"At times trying to rise above one's negative emotions is like trying to swallow a donut without chewing it," he said to console me, pointing to the morning's leftover donuts on the counter as he spoke.



"What should I do now?" I asked.



"I don't know where things stand between the two of you," Lee revealed, "I wasn't privy to your conversation this morning or just now when she called."



"I told her I was disappointed that she did the one thing that we had agreed we couldn't do. She told me she was sorry, asked me to keep control of my emotions and implied an attitude of understanding and forgiveness was the high ground. I told her I was still struggling with my feelings."



"Understanding and forgiveness are almost always the high ground. Asking for her forgiveness would be even higher ground, whether or not you did anything that you really need to apologize for," Lee opined.



"This is making my head hurt," I told him.



"Only adding to your heartache, I imagine," he said.



"If I just walk in and ask Sarah for forgiveness, she will think I am mocking her. She won't buy it," I countered.



"I'll bet you the dinner tab tonight she will be so delighted and relieved to hear you apologize she won't care if you are completely sincere or not," he suggested.



"Okay, you are on, but we are eating at home if I lose," I told him, tying to make a joke and trying to change my mood for the better.



"Cheap fucker!" he called me and looked at me with a brotherly, understanding grin on his face.



<em>End of Chapter 11, Continued in Chapter 12</em>



<em>Editing help provided by Cal</em>

