Helen Returning Home

I sat in front of the telly, not really taking it in, just sat there mindless. I was numb - I would like to say I was angry, but largely just numb. I could not believe that we had come to this in such a short time, and that my marriage to the most beautiful woman I know hung in the balance.

I had enjoyed the cuckold fantasy play, but it was fantasy, that's all. Helen had taken it too far, and had put 'us' at risk. It was unacceptable.

I wanted us to spice up our sex life, hell what guy wouldn't, but this was not the way to do it. I was not even particularly jealous of this guy, whoever he was. I was just focused myself, my wife, and our marriage.

Its as about 10 when I heard the key in the front door. The clatter of the keys as they are put down and then Helen appears at the doorway.

She has obviously been crying. Her makeup has run, shoulders hunched and she looks apologetically at me. "I am sorry, babe. I thought you would like it." _Count to fucking ten. You daft... _I think my face is neutral, but in reality it is probably like thunder. She looks at her feet, quietly sobbing. "I was just trying to liven up our love life" Oh, for the love of god...

I get up and walk toward her. "You can't go around threatening to sleep with other men just to get a response. That's not normal" a hand under her chin, lifting her face so that she is looking at me. I can see she has been crying a while. "You need to think before you do these things. You can cause a lot of damage"

"I know" barely audible " You just seemed to enjoy it, and I was so mad at you for throwing out the dildo. It had all just been a bit of fun" Seeking something in my eyes, hoping she was forgiven, **** and **** for her husband to forgive her. "And then suddenly, it wasn't fun any more, was it?"

"No" A whisper...

"For fucks sake, you will be the **** of me" pulling her to me, I hold her as she goes limp, allowing herself to be held and comforted like a small child.

We sit in the kitchen, over a coffee, and discuss (in the nicest possible way} what a muppet she has been, forgetting to ensure I am comfortable with her ideas of what constitutes fun and thrill. We agree that we want to continue to try to spice up our sex life, but that we need to communicate better as we do it. I then her I admire her creativity and kinkiness, but she has to ensure we take this step by step. She agrees and exhausted she goes to bed.

I have a whisky, shake my head in wonder, and follow her up.