It Never Works
Copyright© 2026 by R.L.B
Chapter 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - A happily married woman finds herself in an unexpected interracial affair. Bad things happen.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Drunk/Drugged Reluctant Heterosexual Fiction Cheating Cuckold Sharing Slut Wife Wimp Husband BTB Interracial Black Male White Female Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Facial BBW Size Small Breasts
It had taken three months of fighting tooth and nail, through our lawyers, to finally win a meeting with my husband. I sat in a very uncomfortable chair in a waiting room. Across from me was my husband. He was not smiling or being talkative at all, not that I blamed him. I had ripped his heart out. I wished he would come over and slug me for doing what I did to him ... I knew he would never do that though. He had always been too much of a gentleman to ever strike a woman. Even if, like me, she deserved it.
I had just about given up trying to get his attention. We had been there about twenty minutes and he had only scowled at me. Oh, I got a couple of grunts out of him, but that was it. Still, it was more than I deserved ... Truthfully, this was a last-ditch effort to save the marriage that I had destroyed ever so completely. My proverbial ‘Hail Mary pass’, so to speak...
“I like your suit...,” I said with a pleading smile.
His look told the story. He would rather slap me than talk to me. The thing is ... I would have welcomed the slap.
We heard noise down the hall. Three people walked past us. Two of them stepped out the door and then a tall, slender woman came to us and smiled. “Hello, I am Candis. Follow me please.”
We followed the woman to a small room. It had a high back leather chair in it, with a very small love seat. The room was small, richly decorated and had a homey feeling. My husband stood in the middle of the room staring at the unpalatable seating arrangement. “I guess I can stand,” Bryan said determinedly.
I sat on the loveseat to one side, leaving plenty of room for Bryan to sit with me. I knew he would have a hard time with it. We had not spoken since before he had me served with the divorce petition. I knew he wanted nothing to do with me, and I couldn’t blame him. I tried to see myself through his eyes, and I concluded that I would still be upset too. I would have reacted the same way.
I was praying that this meeting could help. I still had no idea of what to expect, but I was told that this woman could fix thirty percent of doomed marriages after adultery. It certainly wasn’t a sure thing and I was footing the bill myself. It was the only way Bryan would go, so I agreed to pay for it all. It was the only thing I could think of doing to try to save our marriage.
“Would you like to tell me why you two are here?” Candis started, after Bryan finally sat on the love seat with, but not touching, me.
Bryan and Candis both looked at me. I looked down. “I cheated on my husband with another man. I hurt him deeply and I regret it. I never wanted that other man, or anyone else, only my husband. I made a huge mistake. I know it was wrong, and I should never have done it. I am still not sure why I did.”
That was awkward and embarrassing, I thought. Now that I’ve admitted it, I hope they don’t want details.
Candis turned to Bryan, “Would you like to elaborate?”
I looked at Bryan, hoping he would scream at me, strike me, yell, slap me. I didn’t care, as long as he did ... something.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a stick with white paper stuck to the top of it on a small base ... He handed it to me. Again, it was a white flag and, again, the writing on it said, “The better man won...”
Bryan got up and walked to the door. He turned at the last moment and, looking at Candis, he finally said. “I have to do this for three months, or go to jail ... So, I guess I will see you next week.” Then he left. I started to cry.
After I settled down, Candis wasn’t very compassionate with me. She told me that what I did was the single most destructive thing I could have done to my marriage. She told me that there were no guarantees, but she would do what she could to get Bryan to participate. She told me that unless he started participating in these sessions, there would be absolutely no hope of reconciliation.
I think I knew that. Hearing that there might be hope, at all, was what I had to hang on to.
Candis started talking to me about my emotional needs. I didn’t know what they were. She gave me a list, then she had me rearrange them in order. She told me that when we compared them to my husband’s, they would be much the same but in a far different order. The chances were that Bryan was not fulfilling some of the needs I had in me and Jarome did for a time.
She told me the good news was that the affair was over, and that I had given Jarome up completely. She told me that there would be no hope if I wanted to keep seeing him at any level. She suggested that I start looking for another job since, if I was still working with Jarome, Bryan would consider him a threat. Bryan might even believe that we were still together.
I had an excellent job that I didn’t want to quit, but my husband was more important than my job. I told Candis that I would talk to my supervisor about a transfer.
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