Chapter 2

When I got back from sailing, tired and thirsty there was message on my phone from Greg.

"Hey buddy, how are you holding up? Hear there is trouble in paradise. Care to talk about it? Give me a call.

I was conflicted. Greg is a great friend but I'm also 99.9999 percent sure that he cuckolds me with my wife. Well let's see what he has to say I thought as I dialed his number.

"Hey Greg, it's Peter. You called"

"Peter, sorry about that business with Monique. How are you holding up?"

"To be honest, not very well. Obviously she talked to you. How much did she tell you?"

Not a whole lot, just that you caught her with a guy at your home and that you left in a huff without ever saying a single word to her. (chuckles) I hear through the grapevine that it was Harry and that you threw him bare assed out onto the front lawn. Couldn't happen to a "nicer" guy. Say, are you going to do anything about the scum ball?

"Don't know yet Greg, all depends how things shake out between Monique and me."

"Say good buddy are you up for golf on Wednesday, should be really nice weather?"

"Yeah, I'll play if you change our regular tee time to 12: 30 or 1 PM. Maybe we've lunch first say around 11:30. It will take me that long to get to the club from the lake." Just promise me that you won't tell Monique that we are playing. I don't want her to ambush me at the club. I'm not ready to face her"

"You got it, Peter ... eh ... not quite sure ... Oh hell, I'll just come out with it. You know that I've been sleeping with her from time to time? She said that you knew about it. That it was part of your kinky games."

"Greg, I guessed that she was doing it. She never openly cuckolded me. So "officially" I did not know about it. But you made a couple of comments a while back that made me suspect. Also she behaved differently around you then the other guys when we all were at a party. More flirty. But she's never rubbed my nose into it, so it never really became an issue until that day..."

"I hear you my friend. I hope you don't hold it against me. She's one hot...

"Yea, I know. I don't blame you. She probable came on to you just like she snared me way back in college. When Monique wants something..." Anyway, we can talk some more on Wednesday. Tell the guy at the pro shop to keep us as a twosome – no others. Shouldn't be problem. All the doctors are off the course by lunchtime (chuckles). I want to bounce some ideas off you regarding the slime ball and really don't need any company. Also, no bets this round. My mind may not be too much focused on the game..."

"Shit, Peter there I thought I finally could get some of my money back from you. Look take care of yourself. Say is it OK for me to just tell her that I talked to you and that you're OK, at least from a physical point of view or do you want her to "sweat?"

"No, go ahead you can tell her that much. If she asks if we are playing on Wednesday, tell her I don't know what, just not that I'll be at the club."

OK, you got it, it's the least I can do for you since you won't "rip me a new one" for sleeping with your wife. See you Wednesday around 11:30. I'll try to be there a bit early and snag a far off table for us. Just ask Cindy where I am. Bye"

"Bye Greg, 'till Wednesday"

Wednesday – the perfect 10 golf day. Seventy degrees, partly cloudy and a very light breeze out of the west.

I met Greg in the casual restaurant at the club. Well casual still meant no shorts for the guys or ladies. He had snared a booth at the far end and we had plenty of privacy except for the couple of times our waitress came around. We both ordered a draft beer and bison burger. Greg's came with cheese while I had mushrooms and bacon.

While eating, he told me that Monique was moping around the house and not really doing much.

"I tried to invite her out to dinner the day we talked on the phone – just dinner not getting into her pants" came the response to my raised eye brows.

I grinned – I know good buddy, just need to mess with your head a bit. Even though I'm all screwed up, I still want to beat you.

"Anyway, She said no thanks. Wasn't in the mood for company."

After that, we kicked some ideas around of what to do about slime ball Harry but came to no conclusion. I decided to put him on the back burner until my situation with Monique was resolved one way or the other.

At the end of the day, we both had a pretty good round and the first time ever we had the same score of 80. Good for Greg, but not up to my normal standards. But it really did not matter while playing I forgot about my troubles for a while and that was worth it. Like they say "a bad day at golf beats a good day at office any time".

After our round we headed to the bar for a couple of "transfusions" before heading to the showers. As we were ready to go, Greg slipped my an envelope...

"Here, you may want this before going to the showers"

... and quickly took off.

I stared at the envelope as if it was one of those that showed up at the post offices after 9/11 with anthrax. Finally I got my wits together asked the bar tender for a glass of water and found a table in the back corner so that I could open it.

There it was, a letter from Monique and the key to my CB.

My Darling Peter,

here I am again apologizing for what happened last Friday. After talking to Greg, I think I understand what set you off.

I was going to use the key to force you to confront me and to talk to me but then had second thoughts. I know that you love me, and that I have hurt you terribly. I believe that you are an honorable man and eventually give me a chance to explain. Not that there really is that much to explain. I'm sure you have a pretty good idea.

Please believe me when I say that I never meant to disrespect you in any form or ways. There is right now a great big hole in my heart and I believe the same is true for you.

I will gladly give you all the space and time you need figuring out what to do next. I promise that I will stay away if you decide to go back to work next week when our "vacation" is supposed to be over until you are ready to talk to me. Like I said I trust you that eventually you will talk to me. I pray every day that you will find a way for us to fix this as I miss you with every fiber in my body.

Be well my darling Peter. Hopefully you will find it in your heart to let me know that you are OK in a physical sense like you did the other day when you talked to Greg. I really, really appreciated that.

You guessed by now that I weaseled it out of him, in spite of his promise to you, that you were playing golf today. Please don't be angry with him and it gave me just a little bit of a lift knowing that I can still beguile a man. So maybe the day we meet, I can also work my charms on you.

I hope that in a small way, you'll give me credit for fighting my impulses and urges to ambush you at the club.

With all my love from one broken heart to the other

Your Loving Wife Monique

My eyes misted over as I fondled the key and read the letter a second and third time.

Oh how I loved this woman. Why did She do what She did?

Well I'm going to stay firm for now and with that thought I headed for the showers, stopping at the toilets and after entering the stall removed my CB. After more than three weeks, it felt kind of strange not having it on. Should I jerk off right here and now? Several guys entered the toilet area and I decided to just stick it into my pocket and head for the showers after undressing by my locker.

Greg was already getting dressed as I got there.

"You OK?"

He asked with a bit of concern in his voice letting me know that he had no idea what was in the letter itself. But I'm sure he knew about the key.

"Yeah, thanks. Please tell Monique "thank you" and that I'll e-mail her some stuff by the weekend. You can also let her know that I'll be in the office on Monday."

"Hey I had great time today even if I did not beat you (grin) but at least I didn't give you the satisfaction of beating me because I would have never heard the end of that. I'm going to be busy after I get back to the office. I'll let you know on Tuesday if I can get away on Wednesday morning for our regular scheduled tee time"

"Sounds good Peter. I'll get the message to Monique as soon as I get home. May be I can coax her out and go to dinner with me. (wry grin) I know I'm not going to get into her pants – at least not until you two sort things out. Call me if you need anything or just want to talk some more."

With that he left and I headed to showers with my head full of conflicting emotions. One of them was to just go home and see where the chips fell but then I dismissed that thought. No better stick to the plan, get all your ducks in a row so that you know what you want out of this relationship.

By the time I was clean and dressed, I was hungry. There really was nothing along the way to the lake other than some greasy spoons or MD's and it would be too late to start cooking once I got there. So I decided to go back to casual restaurant but opted to sit at the bar and eat. I ordered some fish and chips – yeah still greasy but at least I could be reasonably sure that the kitchen was cleaner than anything along the highway and a Yuengling. I know fish and chips and a German style beer, but I just don't like Guinness.

After eating I got into my car and drove back to the lake, looking forward to sitting on the back deck with my pipe and contemplating some more Monique's letter.

That night was the first one with completely untroubled and restful sleep since the whole mess got started. I had a light breakfast, went for a run and upon my return called the office to check on things. As expected things were running pretty smoothly. I told my PA that I would be back on Monday and meanwhile one of the research guys should look into every aspect of Harry ... business and personal life.

"I expect at least an interim report to be on my desk on Monday"

After wishing her a great rest of the week and weekend, I hung up to head for the shower but as I looked out the window, I realized that a nice breeze had sprung up between the time I came in from my run and the end of the telephone conversation. Screw the shower, time to go sailing. I don't do that often enough.

As I was on my boat scooting along on a broad reach across the widest part of the lake, I decided that I would go racing on Saturday and Sunday if there was a nice breeze. I admit it, I'm a "fair weather sailor". I just hate to sit in a drifter constantly looking for ripples on the water trying to figure out where the next puff of wind is coming from. On the other hand, give me a good stiff breeze forcing you hike out and spray hitting you – well that is my kind of sailing and racing. Better call Jack, a kid living on the other side of the lake to make sure he was available to crew for me.

I can handle the boat alone but club rules say that if the boat has a jib, you need a crew during racing.

When I got back from sailing, I had a late lunch and took a nap. Hmm, maybe I have something here. I could get used to this. Maybe I should make more of an effort to train a replacement, take early retirement or at least cut back during the summers to a couple of days a week and spend more time up here. It would be great to have the time to restore that old wooden M-Scow that is sitting in the barn across from the main road that passes by the lake.

Wonder what Monique would think of that? Oh yeah, Monique and what to do about her...

With that thought, I fired up my lap top and started to compose an e-mail to her.

Dearest Monique,

I was truly touched by your thoughtful letter and giving me the key to my CB. Thank you very much.

I guess we are in a bit of a mess. I really don't have the words to describe the feeling when I caught the two of you last Friday afternoon. Let it suffice that it took a great amount of restraint not to hurt that bastard more than I did. The trouble is no matter what I would have done to him, it would not have soothed the pain in my heart because you were a willing participant.

You said something that fateful day that struck a chord.

You said - "I guess I was wrong in viewing cuckolding you in MY house as just a natural extension of our Domme/sub relationship."

Yes, it is YOUR house but it was OUR home. Do you see the difference? I hope you do because if you don't then I see no hope for us.

I don't know for sure if it would have been different, had you been open with your cuckolding me. You know Greg confessed that has been sleeping with you and I guess you fed him a bit of "white lie" by telling him that I was OK with it. We never talked about you taking lovers.

Maybe that is part of the problem – a failure to communicate. I guess I'm partly to blame for that. Maybe I should spoken up after you fed me your first cream pie at the BDSM club. But after having been tied up for who knows how long without sight or sound other than that damn white noise from the ear phones, I was so deep into sub space that it probably did not register properly. And all that incredibly hot sex after we got home from the club further dulled my memories. It made me feel secure and loved and at that moment it did not matter that you had sex with some other guy.

But in OUR home...

Yes the failure to communicate. Because if we had talked about cuckolding – and I understand in some way that you look at it as an extension of our Domme/sub relationship – I would have told you that while I did not like it, I could accept it with enough assurances in words and action from your side that the love you feel for me is not effected by it. However, I would have told you that doing it in OUR home would not be acceptable. A man, even a "perv" submissive like me needs to maintain some self respect. A man's home is his castle even if it belongs to his Queen.

As I'm typing this I can just visualize Her – My Queen

I continue to type...

So before we can talk about any issues in our relationship I need you think very hard about a couple of conditions that are not negotiable and you need to fulfill them before we can go about repairing our marriage.

I just want to say up front, that no matter what you decide because now the ball is in your court, I will not abandon the company for the time being. So please don't let worry about the future of the company influence your decision. I will be there for the company as long as you want me.

So here is what I need you to agree to:

1) Change the deed of your house from only your name to OUR names. To compensate for that I will agree to change the deed for my lake house to both our names. Both properties have approximately the same value. So even if we get a divorce 10 or 15 years from now, nothing really will change. It will be an even swap – your half of the lake house for my half of the main house.

2) Assuming that you go along with number one – Now that it is truly OUR house - there will NEVER be a lover there without MY explicit consent.

You see my Darling, nothing really complicated. Just two little concessions from you and we have a basis from where we can discuss our future.

I do miss you terribly and I hope and pray that you can see your way to accept my conditions. There will be some others, but they are negotiable.

I'm sure that Greg told you that I will go back to the office on Monday. I'll stay at the corporate suite for the time being. I'm going to be very busy and as hard as it might be for both of us I would like you to take time to consider my "requests" carefully. Like I said now it is up to you. I feel very strongly that we can salvage our special relationship if you can accept those two.

Why don't you plan on having dinner with me on Thursday at the suite and we can talk about the future at that time.

My Darling Monique, I love you with all my heart (what's left of it right now) but also full of hope that you have the right "medicine" to make it whole again.

Peter

I clicked send, grabbed a beer and pipe and headed out to the deck trying to watch the rather spectacular sunset, trying not to think about how Monique will react to my demands.

There, where is the world coming to? A self-proclaimed "slave" is making demands of his Goddess and Mistress.

Well time will tell. In the meantime I've got a bunch of chores to do tomorrow that will keep me occupied. I'm glad that Jack is willing to crew for me on Saturday and Sunday. Right now I'm not sure about racing on Sunday but Saturday should really be great. According to the weather forecast we are supposed to have thunderstorms Friday night. If the normal pattern holds true that means breezes of 10 mph or better for Saturday afternoon. Really fun racing winds. Looking forward to it.

But that also means that usually the day after things are pretty calm. So it's going to wait and see about Sunday. I'll tell Jack to come over and we'll have the boat ready to go but won't make the final decision until maybe 15 minutes before the start since most of the time the starting line will be close to my dock and it will give us plenty of time to get there and join the "dance".

It will be good to see Jack, it's been a while. Coming to think I did not see him since the fall racing season last year. He's what now a junior in high school. I'm gonna have to talk to him. See what his plans are for college. Our company is always looking for bright kids with the right interests. Who knows he might qualify for a sponsorship. Conditions are that he goes to the local college, agrees to graduate after no more than four and half years and commits to work for us for three years. I guess sort of a reverse to what the army is doing. You have to serve first and then they pay for school. If he fails to live up to the condition, the money laid out by the firm automatically converts into a loan and he'll have 5 years after graduation or quitting school to pay it back.

Monique's dad set up that program after hearing how I had to struggle, sometimes juggling three jobs and school. We have sponsored as many as four students, one in each year, His thinking was that if he can find guys like me by paying most of their school expenses, it's a great investment.

It really has paid off for us. More than half the kids have stayed beyond the contracted three years. Part of the deal is that they also work for us during the summer except for three weeks that we encourage to use a true vacation. Summer work is compensated at a competitive rate of pay with other summer jobs around the area.

Saturday's races were a blast. We came in second in the Scow fleet and first in the mixed fleet race but wound up in 5th place because of handicap. That really did not bother me since I knew from the start that I would not be a contender for the seasonal trophy because I always missed too many races for one reason or the other.

Hmm – early retirement or just cutting back?

It was fun so see old friends during the "after the race social" and I didn't have to dodge too many questions about Monique since most of the time she was not around anyway. The one exception Dr. and Mrs. Clarence Cooper a couple that we know from the BDSM place. They bought a place across the lake from us last year. Alice Cooper was pretty persistent in trying to find out why Monique wasn't there. I did tell her that we hit a bit of a rough spot but were working on it and maybe next weekend Monique would but up. – Note to self for discussion with M. More time at the lake for both of us.

I got up early on Monday, skipped my run in order to get to the office around eight in the morning. As expected there was a pile of stuff on my desk and I did not leave the office until seven to head across the street to the Palace Hotel where the company had a suite that would be my residence until further notice. At the bottom of the pile was the initial report about Harry but I decided to just lock it in my desk and wait until I had the full report. I wasn't in a hurry and wanted to wait and see how things would shake out with Monique and I.

On Tuesday morning I called Carmen, our house keeper on her cell phone to check if Monique had gone to the gym as was her usual routine. Getting confirmation that she would be gone in less than half an hour I got into my car to go to the house and pick up some additional clothing.

When I got there Carmen gave me a huge hug and said "Mr. Peter what is happening? The Missus is miserable and moody and I'm surprised that she even went to the gym today. Are things going to be OK between the two of you? Please tell me all will be OK."

"Carmen, relax. Yes we have some problems but I think we can solve them. Hopefully by the weekend all will be normal again (well mostly. There will still be some issues but no need to trouble Carmen)"

"Thank God, these last days have been no fun. I really like this job but if you are going to split, I'm going to have to find another one. I just couldn't stand it. Mr. Peter I won't pry as to what happened, I may have an idea but..."

"Carmen, what do you mean you have an idea? Speak up girl."

"I don't know, it's none of my business"

"Carmen, please tell me."

"I think, no I really shouldn't. Oh hell, why not. You've always treated me well and so does the missus. It's probably that Mr. Harry. He came on Friday for lunch and was still around after I was done for the day. I don't like him. He seemed to undress the missus with his eyes and the same thing with me. I had to restrain myself. I almost dumped a cup of hot coffee into his lap but I was afraid that I would get fired."

Now Carmen is very easy on the eye and reluctantly I can understand slime ball Harry. I mean a Latin chick around 40 years young, coal black hair and eyes that flash at you in either a friendly or very scary way. All depending on whether she liked you or not. Add to that seam busting 38DD's and there are days when I'm happy that Monique has locked up my dick.

"Carmen, you are priceless. I wish you had dumped that coffee. If you had we might not be in the fix we are in now. Listen, if he ever comes around again you have my permission to dump a pot of hot coffee into his lap"

With that I headed upstairs to pack some additional clothes needed for the office and got out of there before Monique returned from the gym.

I submerged myself into the work, staying late again but it helped me go sleep and pushed the possible confrontation with Monique on Thursday to the back of my mind.

Wednesday, golf did not happen due to rain and thunderstorms.

Well that gave me another full day at work, very much needed because of my intentions to cut out early on Friday and head up to the lake.

Thursday afternoon. I'm pretty nervous about this evening but I keep telling myself that no matter what, I will have to stay firm on my two items on the agenda. Anything else is on the table. I sure hope and pray that Monique will accept them. I would be devastated if she rejected them outright but we would be done and that would be left is divorce and working out an employment contract if she wants me stay in my job.

Well it's time to head for the "Lion's Den". I'm sure that She's already there "claws" sharpened and ready to fight.

I was right. As soon as I entered the room, there She stood in all of her

5' 9" glory. Wearing heels it made her just as tall as I am and we can look straight into each other's eyes without either having to bow or look up.

She went immediately on the attack – "you miserable worm, how dare you making demands and setting conditions for your Mistress. I OWN you, you are MY slave. Instead of talking to you I should take my cane to your sorry ass..."

That went on for a while and I just stood there looking straight into her eyes, never flinching at some of the harsh words she "spit" at me. I think that got her even madder but I thought it best to let her get it all out of her system. Part of the healing process.

Finally she started walking towards me looking me straight into the eye before hauling out and slapping my face so hard, it sent my head spinning. But then came the surprise, she collapsed into my arms sobbing like a little child that got hurt badly from falling of a bicycle or something along those lines. I just stood holding her in my arms, not saying a word. What really could I say at that point.

After I while she calmed down a bit but still sobbing and I led her towards the couch and we set down with her clinging to me like a little child. I stroked her hair gently, something that always seems to work when she's upset.

"Baby, I'm so sorry. I honestly had no idea how you felt about my having a lover in our home."

More sobs and I tried to kiss some of the tears away. Oh she smelled so nice. Damn, I sure missed that Lady the last few days.

After a while she looked into my eyes after drying some of her tears as thought to myself. Darn, whatever makeup she's using is sure good. Nothing ran even with that flood of tears. Maybe I need to buy some stock in that company.

"Baby, I have the revised deed in an envelope on the dining table. Any time you want to look at it..."

Then somewhat pensive "can we talk about the second item on your..."

I held up my hand – "Sorry Monique, like I said in my e-mail this is not negotiable. I think I can deal with you openly – well as openly as we can and not cause talk and scandal – of you cuckolding me. But as the old song goes "Never on Sunday" this chorus goes "Never in OUR home"."

With sort of a wry smile, getting a bit flirtatious " well OK at least for now but I still should cane your ass for putting me through hell." Letting me know that this issue may very well come up again at some future date. My Goddess does not like to lose.

"Now you mentioned some other demands in your e-mail. You are really pushing your luck buster"

Why don't we sit down and have some dinner and a glass of wine and I'll tell you what else I have on my mind.

I made the call to room service – I knew everything was ready to go and went to open a bottle of Shiraz, one of her favorites and decanted it to give it a chance to breathe.

We sat across from each other contemplating the wine in front of us, each in their own deep thoughts when the knock came and our food arrived.

We ate in relative silence with a bit of chit chat like I told her about our golf game last week and that both Greg and I shot the same score.

She looked at me "he's a really good friend isn't he? Do you know that he read me the riot act after I told him that you stormed out of the house and he finally got the real reason for you being upset out of me."

"Yes he is, but he never said anything about him knowing what caused our problems."

"Like I said, he's a very good friend."

We finished our meal and moved to have some coffee in the living area. There Monique handed me the envelope that she had mentioned earlier containing the revised deed.

I took it and tossed it on the table.

"Don't you want to look at it?

"I trust you babe. I'm sure it's OK. Tomorrow morning I'll send someone from the office to the county building to file for the revised deed on the lake house"

"No darling, there is no need"

"Yes there is, it goes to the core of what our problem is all about – my self respect. I don't want, I don't know, just taking half of the house without giving anything of equal value would feel almost like a "mercy fuck" after you cuckolding and denying me your body for a long time."

A big grin crossed her face. "Is that what it will take to let me have my lover where EVER I want? Six months or longer of chastity, maybe a year and then a promise of a "mercy fuck" as you so delicately put it?"

"Don't even go there my darling Monique"

"She patted my hand. "Don't worry babe, I'm going to get some form of revenge sooner or later but I will not take a chance on our marriage. This last week has taught me a tough lesson"