We are going Back to the Future!

So we decided to divide and conquer for this party. Jen stayed at home to clean up and rearrange things for the party while Nance took her car to the store to get all the food and supplies we needed. I ran around, trying to make sure we had some fun games to play, and picked up some odds and ends for the party. 

One place I had to go was back to the hardware store to pick up a folding table for the party. It just so happened that Rita was there, so I decided to play a little prank on her. I waited until she was done with a customer and he was out of ear range before lowering my voice and saying, "Young lady, I need to see your manager; I can see your nipples through your shirt, and it has caused me to get an erection!" Somehow I managed to say this without laughing and even using a convincing, upset customer voice. 

Rita whipped around, ready to give a creepy customer Hell but as soon as she saw it was me, her snarl turned into a smile. "You jerk! I thought I was going to have to get physical with some creep!" She said this while grabbing a piece of pipe insulation and starting to hit me with it. 

"Help! I am being assaulted by a beautiful woman!" I shouted.

Her eyes got wide, and her head darted around. "Shhhh!!!" She whispered
"She's assaulting m.....mmmfff" I started to shout, but Rita smothered my cry by pressing her lips against mine and shoving her tongue in my mouth. 

I grabbed her and pulled her close, finishing that kiss before pulling away. "Sorry, I just couldn't help myself," you said. 

Rita's face was as red as a tomato, but her breathing started to slow down. "Someone could have heard you!" She hissed—not really mad, just embarrassed. 

You hold your hands up. "Ok, ok, I'm sorry," I said. "I wanted to surprise you and maybe tease you a bit. I didn't want to upset you." You said.

Her face started to return to its normal color, and a smirk returned to her face. "I guess it was kind of funny, you jerk." She laughed and gave me a quick peck on the lips. 

"Hey, I came to pick up a folding table; you want to help me pick one out?" You said.
"Sure, why do you need a folding table?" She asked, just trying to make conversation on the way over. 

"Oh, the wife and I are having a house party; did you want to come?" I said this as I followed her to the table. 

Rita suddenly stopped and slowly turned around with a surprised and hurt expression on her face. "Wait, you're married?" She said this as she was looking down at my hand for a ring. I don't wear one; I never have. 

I suddenly realized how monumentally stupid I was. Not only had I not mentioned I was married when I seduced her the first time I was here, I also didn't turn her into my ****, so she didn't have a desire to be in a harem. In fact, she didn't have a desire to share me at all! Shit shit shit. 

I think Rita picked up on this and thought I was trying to think up another lie, which turned her hurt expression into one of anger. "You son of a bitch!" She said it was a little too loud for your liking. "You came here and asked me out, and I fucked you in your wagon. I mean, who has a wagon these days? Apparently cheating assholes who forget they have wives!" With an elevated voice. She grabbed a table and thrust it at me, knocking me off balance (I told you she looked like she could kick the shit out of me). "Is there anything else I can help you with, SIR!" She said, as she was imagining, that she was shooting lasers through my skull.

Well, that's it. You had a good run, Matt. You got to have some sex and stuff, but now you will be murdered by your own sexual Frankenstein monster.

Then, just as she spins on her heels to officially kick you out of her life forever, a light bulb literally goes on above your head (it was one of those fluorescent lights that flickers, turns off, and then randomly turns on). Thank God it chose the moment to do it because it caused my own epiphany. 
I can still control her with the voice of persuasion. I quickly looked at Rita as she started to stomp away and really put a lot of pressure behind what I said, like trying to move something with your mind or firing mind bullets!

"Rita stop!" You said it firmly, and she stopped dead in her tracks. "Turn around!" You said it firmly again. You then did a quick 360 to see if there was anyone else around. Turning back, Rita was completely spaced out—way more than you had seen before when you used the voice. "Take us somewhere safe where we can talk," I said. 
"Take us somewhere safe to talk," she droned. 

Rita took us back out by the loading docks and turned back to me as if waiting for more orders. "Rita, it is important for you to remember this. I did tell you I was married when I asked you to lunch; you didn't care because you were too horny to care, do you understand?" Again, I pushed as hard as i could.

"Told me you were married; I didn't care, too horny." She said in her monotone voice, I did not continue talking and allowed Rita to awaken from her trance on her own. As intelligence came back to her blank stare, she focused on me again. Her face was still irritated, but not as disgusted or furious as she was before.

"Listen, Matt, I know you told me before we went to lunch that you were married. I didn't care at the time because I was thinking with my libido, but I can't continue to let you cheat on your wife with me; that's just not ok in my book." She finished with a hand on her hip. 

"Rita, please let me finish what I was trying to tell you before we got wrapped up in the physical stuff last time." I pleaded. "My wife and I have an open marriage." I said, "In fact, I talked to her about you before I came to the store and told her about us being intimate afterwards; she was thrilled!" I was hoping this would fix things. 

"Well, as I said, I used poor judgment the last time because I was so horny, but I am not comfortable sharing you with your wife or other women." She said. 

"Rita, please come to the party; you can meet Jen and she can meet you; if you still are not up for a sexual relationship with me, maybe we can still be friends (I can't believe I am saying this).

"I don't know, Matt; this sounds like a real mess waiting to happen..." she winced. 
Well, in for a penny, in for a pound. Using the voice of persuasion again, I said, "Rita, you will come to the party and have a good time." Pushing again. 

"I will come to the party to have a good time." She blanked again for the command. She shook her head. "Ok, Matt, I will come, but no promises; I am still not sure about this whole open marriage with me as your side chick." She said.

"Thank you, Rita; I promise you it is nothing like that." I am texting you the details now. You hear her phone beep indicating she got your text. 

"I'll let you get back to work, you say, reaching forward and giving her a brief hug—nothing more than a little contact before leaving to pay for your table and getting back home.