'To make me feel better, so lets stay together.'

I was so happy, so relieved, he had come back to me, he'd worked it out, I think he was still upset with what I'd done, but he was back so I could make it up with him, convince him I was worthy of his love, love and trust, I knew that was going to be hard but I had to make sure I fought to prove it, and I do so love him. He is my life, my soul was his, he had me and that would never change, but for the moment I just want to remain in his arms and keep crying, crying for what I just about lost, cry for the relief that I haven't lost it, cry purely for what I had put my man through, just cry.

I let her cry for how ever long it would take, it wasn't like I had anything else that required any more attention than working through the emotional turmoil of the last hours. If I'm honest the result of what had happened, didn't so much occupy my mind, I'd pretty much understood from the information I had that my wonderful, beautiful wife had been seriously duped into the early stages of seduction by a well practised shark, oh she had fallen, well technically I guess she said for a little time she'd really understood what it was that had made her respond to his advances, but I can say right now, knowing the game from a first hand point of view that we sharks are very,very good at what we do, in my case I'd have to add, 'were very good'. The game is what you get off on as a serious seducer more than the final result. I learnt early that without the challenge of the seduction, the rest was just not as important, and I always went hunting for the unattainable, actually I don't know how long it would have been before I would of ended up plucking some married woman, I'd like to think it wouldn't happen and I even actively stayed away from conversing with married woman. One glance at her ring finger, even if I thought it looked like she may have removed it, vrooom I was outta there.

Anyway, I had another game I was preparing to spend a proportion of my holiday time on, I had no doubt about that, but planning and execution would take a bit.

First though, the important bit, Us. We needed to eliminate this melancholy that was surrounding us both, we could descend into the depths of depression, self recrimination, and despair, or renew our true feelings for each other, forgive and move on. Really there was no real alternative, declare a near miss, learn from it and again start to enjoy what's left of our holiday, and our life.

I stopped my crying when through what was left of my tears I pulled my head away from my husbands chest, he had lifted me and steered me towards the big couch and I'd remained enveloped in his arms for the next half hour softly crying and whimpering, and when I looked up he had a half smile on his face and was staring out the sliding doors toward the panorama of that beautiful land and sea we'd found ourselves at.

“Honey, what are you thinking?”

He sat still entranced, with the same smile, he finally took in a big breath, “I guess how truly lucky and fortunate I am to have you as my wife.” he looked down at me, “How much I really love you.”

I grabbed at his body, I literally scratched my way up his chest, my knees shuffling over his legs, body lifting and scrambling, I wanted him, I wanted him to invade me, to get to his beautiful mouth and surrender to it. My lips smashed into his and I felt him wince for a moment before he relaxed, my tongue was lightly pressed against his lips, impatiently waiting for him to open his mouth, I felt new tears start to issue down my cheeks and I could taste them slightly as they leaked down into my mouth. I felt his mouth, his lips move away from mine and I let out a little muffled whine in response, but then I realised they had found the tears and were quickly wiping them up.

As his lips returned to my mouth I felt his tongue invade me, tasted the saltiness on his tongue and with all my being I hugged, kissed and struggled to pull him as close to me as I could.

I needed more of him, in our bed, I needed him to show me he had the same need I had for him so I asked him, “Honey would you show me, not that you trust me, I need to earn that right back, I know that, but show me you still love me, love me just enough to get me through, please?”

“I'll tell you that trust is not the issue you may think it might be honey, if you weren't trustworthy then why did you tell me what you'd done, you hesitated I know that but you came right out with it despite the chances that it wasn't going to go right for you, and us. You told me, and from what I know, as accurate as what you could, trust was part of that confession, a belief in us and our trust and love for each other, you were as much hoping that the same trust that made you confess, was the same trust that you hoped I had for you, that I would understand eventually and we would be able to work our way through it. Am I right?”

He got it! It was what I prayed for, I daren't do anything but get down on my bended knees and hold him and thank God that he has given back his trust and love in me, made us whole again, so fully, oh I so love this man, I get my beautiful life back.

Quickly and Quietly they went to their bed. It wasn't rushed, they both new it couldn't be, it needed to be done with the level of hope and desire that re-commitment required. As marital infidelity's go this wasn't a major misdemeanor, he knew and understood that, oh he didn't know that he would have been as understanding if they'd fucked, he hoped he would. Given she had run away from Riley's first physical attack convinced him that was unlikely to have happened anyway.

She didn't want it to be the monkey sex they had engaged in the past few days. This was a redefining of their relationship, not anything new, reasserting their love and trust, without taking vows. That thought crossed her mind that maybe they could do that as well, she would think about that, later and maybe see what he thought.

After as they lay quietly, both with their thoughts and both happy that they had been honest with each other, turning he kissed her on the side of her forehead touched her nose with his finger and smiled waiting for her to turn her head. She smiled, really smiled at her husband, it was a full five minutes though before he decided to speak, “Honey, I've a plan on what we need to do to correct a few things, so listen and see if you agree or not. I have to tell you that some of the things in mind are maybe negotiable while others are set in stone, not negotiable, ok?”

I nodded, and then in reply, “I will say yes to everything you suggest honey, without question so tell me what your plan is and lets start on it.”

“Okay we start with reasserting our life together. We need to be aware of what we came here for, do things that married couples do together. In front of others. Do those things for us, and now given the circumstances I think that is vitally important, with maintaining our confidence in and as a couple.”

“Okay honey, I agree. Fully, so what do we start with?”

“Tonight, we dine in the restaurant of your choice, then maybe a show or the casino, or lets go dancing again you choose?”

“OK, yes, yes let's, but us and only us, if we go dancing I want to dance with nobody but my husband.”

“Yes, so can you deal with that, can you explain that to whoever?”

I nodded at him so there was no confusion, oh I meant what I said, have no doubt,“Yes, I can, and I will, forcefully if I have to.”

I knew this would help us and I'd been honest, I believed that it would help restore our confidence as a couple. But as well I was hoping that it would also be a case of 'shake the tree' and lets see what falls out, hopefully 'trouble' may fall out, well we'd see. My intention was to see if I could get a reading on 'trouble' see if he was as 'gifted' as I thought he was.

And if that didn't work, I was pretty sure my next suggestion would definitely let me see what he had in terms of a plan, “Tomorrow morning, at the same time as this morning, we go swimming, the same as you did this morning.”

I thought to myself, 'and lets see what happens'.