CHAPTER 2

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SCOTT

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I wish I could say that everything went smoothly after our night with Billy and Rene. The truth is, Mandy and I talked about everything that night. We shared details and both agreed that we had enjoyed it and were happy that we did it. Then I spent the entire night lying on my back, my eyes wide open staring up at the ceiling fan as I thought about Mandy and Billy getting intimate. I thought about Billy going down on Mandy, something that Mandy had assured me that I was very proficient at but what did she know? She hadn't been with anyone but me. What if Billy showed her that I was nothing but an amateur in that department? Or all departments?

As I thought of Mandy riding Billy, her large breasts bouncing about as she called his name, not mine, I had flashes of Rene. Incredible, confident, sexy Rene. The way she grabbed my hands and put them all over her body. The way she commanded me to lay down on that pile of pillows then rode me like a bucking bronco, her hair whipping around, her face twisted in pleasure. She told me she enjoyed it. I must be pretty proficient then, right? Or was she just saying that to be polite. I'd imagine if I were to have sex with another women and it wasn't the best experience, I'd still tell her it was great.

Over the next two weeks, things became more and more awkward as I began to spiral. My insecurities got the best of me and it resulted in the biggest fight Mandy and I had ever gotten into. It crushed Mandy, our marriage potentially falling apart due to some impulse decision we made after a few drinks with some friends. She went to stay with her sister a few towns over for a bit and I was left thinking about how we might move past it all or, more importantly, if we might move past it all.

Then one day I was at Home Depot looking to buy a new lighting fixture for our living room that Mandy had wanted to replace for months. I had the fixture in hand and was headed toward the self-checkout line when I spotted them. It was Billy and Rene. They were out and about, browsing in the paint section. They couldn't have looked happier. Both of them had a huge smile on their face and were flirting and joking with each other. After they grabbed some paint swatches then walked, hand in hand, to the check out line. I'd be lying if I didn't check out Rene's ass in her tight jeans as they left the store.

Damn, I thought. What the hell was I doing?

If they could be so happy with doing what they were doing, why couldn't I? I loved Mandy. We made a decision together and we need to live with the consequences of that decision together. It all seemed so easy to get past after seeing Billy and Rene out and about like any normal couple you'd come across in life. Because, for all intents and purposes, they were a normal couple.

I went home, replaced the light, then drove right to my sister-in-law's house. She wasn't happy to see me but Rene insisted she let me in and we spoke in the spare bedroom. I admitted my insecurities were the driving factor in my recent actions and apologized profusely. Mandy apologized too for not being understanding about my insecurities but I didn't need to hear that. I just needed to hear her say that she loved me. And she did. And I kissed her. The jaws of **** couldn't have separated us after that. We made love right there in her sister's spare bedroom and I'd like to say that I wished her sister didn't hear us but, to be honest, I wished she did. And I know that she did.

After that, things ended up being better than ever. We were more confident in ourselves and in our relationship and much more open and honest about everything. In the week after Billy and Rene came over, the week leading up to the crashout, we had booked the vacation to Cancun. The entire time we were apart I had figured that Mandy had canceled it but she hadn't and we decided to go. We were both excited but I could tell that Mandy was still a bit nervous about going to an "adults only, topless optional resort with nude areas" and she could tell that I was feeling the same way. That's when Mandy got an idea for how we might be able to get over those nerves.