I can do what I want...

"What the hell was that? For fuck's sake, acting like a slut! You're my fucking wife!!!" If I'm honest I didn't mean to go off on one like that, but it had really gotten to me. There's a part of me that knows this is the wrong way to handle this, but I am not in control, incensed by the feelings of jealousy coursing through my body.

Helen's face darkens, her eyes blaze. She doesn't often get angry so I know I have overstepped "What! You think you own me? You think I'm your possession that obeys your commands. I've got news for you my dear husband, I... can... do... what... the... fuck... I... want... or.... who.... the.... fuck..... I... want....." and with that she was gone. Spun round and striding away on her heels. How do women walk that fast on heels? It's like defying fucking gravity?

I am stunned. Mouth open I watched her walk round the next corner. That broke the spell and I run after her. I'm not putting up with this! But as I run round the corner, I can't see her. There is nowhere for her to have gone, but she is just not there... its as if the ground has opened up and she is gone!

I wander around for a while looking for her. I go back to the car and hang around for a bit waiting for her. I go from rage to anger to regret to anger to concern (she is my wife!) to frustration to anger to acceptance. I get in the car and drive home. I feel empty inside... I know no good can come of this situation and this is a serious turning point in our marriage.

I call Rachel, not there..., make dinner, have a beer, call Rachel not there..., call her other friends, not there..., have more beer, it's getting late, anger is long gone by now and I am just genuinely concerned. It's late, I'm getting ready for bed, but I call Rachel hoping she's heard something...

"Look I'm really worried about her. She's nowhere and it's late. tell me honestly have you heard from her"

"No John, I haven't heard, anything. Where do you think she could be"

"I don't know. I can't think of anywhere else she could be. It's late, the bars are closing, there's nowhere she could... oh..."

"What?"

"Well there was this guy at a bar. They were chatting and he gave her his number... We rowed about it" I told her the story

"You think your wife is at this guy's house fucking?" Ouch, that hurt like a knife throughly heart

"I don't know?"

"Look, I'd better come over, you're not in a good place, you shouldn't be alone"

And with that she put down the phone. No more than five minutes later there's a knock at the door. Opening it, there's Rachel wrapped up in a long white coat. Without waiting, she comes in, gives me a light kiss, and walks past into the lounge. "It's cold out there, have you got a whisky?"

"Sure, I'll put some clothes on while I'm at it" I only sleep in pyjama bottoms so am bare chested. "Don't worry about it. Just get me the whisky?"

I pour us both a whisky and come back into the lounge, sitting on the couch and holding out a whisky for Rachel who has turned round form the window as I entered. As she walks towards me she takes off the coat and I am stunned to see that she is wearing a white basque and stockings underneath. "I was just getting ready for bed" she says apologetically "You don't mind? I just wanted to get straight over here" as she takes the whisky as she sits down next to my and leans into me, tucking her legs underneath me so we are cuddled intimately. I can see right down her top, her breasts are magnificent, as are her legs from this angle and I can smell her perfume, her hand resting on my thigh for balance. I'm only human, my cock hardens.

"Er, I am not sure this is such a good idea"

"What idea. We're just going to wait here for Helen."

"Oh... you mean... oh, you think I'm going to seduce..."

"SEDUCE!!! I"m gone for a couple of hours and I COME HOME TO FIND MY HUSBAND SEMI-NAKED IN MY HOUSE WITH ANOTHER WOMAN" Helen is in the doorway, her eyes pin-balling between my face and my hard cock.

"Babe..." up off the couch like I've been shot.

"DON"T BABE ME! ...AND YOU, BITCH, GET OUT" Rachel didn't say a word and scurried out with her head down.

There followed a blazing row. I apparently had been having an affair with Rachel (which of course I hadn't), I was a bad husband, my objections this afternoon were just a cover, she was leaving me, etc etc. I was completely on the defensive, I had been caught semi-naked on the couch with one fo the most beautiful women I know. I knew how it looked, I didn't manage to get a word in edgeways about Helen's actions this afternoon. The problem was of course that a part of me would love to have an affair with Rachel and I had wanked thinking of her many times. I had no option but to backtrack. It was like Custer's last stand.

The row lasted a couple of hours. By the end I had completely forgotten about the afternoon, and had agreed that Helen was a grown woman entitled to be where she wanted, with whom she wanted, and that if I ever wanted sex again I had better stop being a dick. They weren't the exact words used, but that was my mental summary at the end of the browbeating. I even agreed that in order to address my jealousy we should continue 'the game' to teach me not to be so possessive and controlling.

Her final victory was when she pulled out a cock cage and demand I wear it to ensure I didn't continue my affair with Rachel. Oh for fucks sake I am not having an affair with Rachel. Although I had never seen one before I knew immediately what it was. Obviously I wan't keen but I was so far on the back foot I had no where to go. I put it on in the middle of the lounge and handed her the key. The look on her face confirmed we both knew she had won.

The conversation would probably have gone very differently had I seen the wink Rachel gave Helen on the way out the door.