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Lori looked at me snorting and jerking as what I said slowly sank in. I could tell she was trying to choke back her tears and speak and I was hoping she finally understood, but then her face twisted with pain and she blurted out, “I’ve ruined everything!” as she violently tried to pull away from me, screaming, “WHY DON’T YOU HATE ME?”

I pulled Lori to me as she thrashed and held her tight until she finally fell limp in my arms. Then I picked her up and cradled her in my arms, whispering, “I love you, honey,” as I carried her to the bedroom and gently laid her limp body on the bed. She wasn’t crying anymore, staring off into space with her eyes blank and lifeless as she took short shallow breaths. Lori was in a state of shock!

I covered her with the extra comforter from the cedar chest and kissed her forehead as I began gently caressing her face, whispering, “We’ll talk in the morning, honey. Everything will be okay, you’ll see. Just know that I love you, and there is nothing you can do to stop me from worshiping the ground you walk on,” as her eyes slowly closed and she drifted off into a fitful sleep.

ch 9, part Deux.

The sun was rising when I rolled over and realized Lori was gone, but then I heard her crying in the bathroom as I climbed out of bed and quietly went to the door. It was slightly ajar, and I peered in to see her new back and silver club dress in the trash by the vanity as she stood in front of the mirror quietly weeping and wiping at her makeup. Then a moment later her hands fell to the vanity, and she looked away sobbing as I stood there thinking, I really screwed things up by going to the club last night.

I watched as she shakily lifted her hand and started wiping at her makeup, only to turn away sobbing again, and I couldn’t take it anymore as burst through the door arms out, pleading, “Please, honey, please, believe me, I’m not mad at you, I love you!” Lori spun around and backed against the vanity with fear in her eyes as I came through the door, but I just kept moving and wrapped my arms around her, hugging her tightly. She was stiff and shaking as I picked her up and set her on the vanity, cupped her face in my hands and looked deep into her scared pain-filled eyes, then leaned in and began kissing her passionately. I felt her tension let go and Lori began to kiss me back as she tightly wrapped her arms around me.

We kissed deeply for quite some time before I just had to see her face, breaking our kiss as I gently took her by the shoulders. I scanned my wife's beautiful makeup smeared face hoping to see some understanding that everything was going to be okay. But as I looked lovingly into her eyes, I only saw confusion and pain, and I hugged her tightly again knowing there was nothing left to do but push forward from here.    

I gave her one last squeeze, stepped back and took her shoulders a little more firmly as looked into her eyes saying, “I know you are upset and confused, but you need to understand that I'm not mad at you! We will work this out, you'll see,” then I took her little hands in mine and gently squeezed, "I’ll go put on the coffee while you finish up in here... then we really need to talk, honey.” Lori nodded almost imperceptibly, her expression numb as she turned back to the mirror, picked up a makeup-wipe and began cleaning her face as I picked her dress out of the trash and went to make the coffee, knowing this would be one of the hardest days of our lives.

I poured our coffees and set them on the gourmet counter as Lori slowly trudged through the living room wrapped in her bathrobe. She was trying to smile through her despair as she climbed on the stool and sat next to me. “I know, honey," I said as I gently took her hand, "and I really wish could smile for me because I need that more than anything right now, but I understand.”

I saw the tears welling in her eyes as she turned away and began to cry, and I turned her stool to face me as I lifted her chin saying, “Please, honey, no more crying, we need to be completely honest with each other and lay everything on the table. I know it won’t be easy, but that has always been the true strength of our love, and we need to get it back. I need to get it back,” I pleaded as I began to cry.

Lori choked back her tears, “I know, baby, I know. I just don’t know where to start. Oh God! I’m so sorry, you didn't deserve any of this,” she blubbered and started bawling again as I leaned over my coffee trying to regain my composure.

I needed to be strong for Lori, and make her understand that I would love her no matter what as I wiped the tears from eyes and pulled myself together, “Okay... then I will start. I'll explain how I ended up at the club last night," I said, "and then I will trust you to tell me what's really been going on!” Lori nodded in agreement, still snorting and sniffling as she tried to hold back her tears.

“I guess It really all started New Year's Eve. At first, I chalked it up to being hurt that we didn’t kiss at midnight. We haven't missed a New Year’s Eve kiss for twenty-five years!” I said as Lori looked away ashamed and sobbing. I knew I had to keep going, or I was gonna lose it, and we'd never get through this, “I just kept ignoring my gut not wanting to spoil the fun, but when you strutted into the living room last night, I couldn’t ignore it anymore. I had to admit to myself, I was afraid! Afraid things have been going too far for a while now.”

Lori turned back to me blubbering, “I’m sorry, oh God, I’m so sorry, baby!”

I placed my finger over her lips, “Shhh, it’s okay, honey, please let me finish,” I said softly as she nodded and I kept going, “I wanted to tell you, 'no,' and remind you of what you said when I first agreed to let you go out with the girls. Lord knows I’ve repeated those words to myself at least a hundred times trying to find the courage to say no.”

Lori took my hands and squeezed as she pushed back her tears quietly saying, “If you ever feel the slightest bit threatened or uncomfortable, that will be the end of it.” Then her face twisted with pain and she began to sob again.

“Yes, those are the words,” I replied and kept going before I lost it, “but I knew if I told you, ‘no,’ last night, you would have been very upset, and I would never find out what was really going on. So I let you go and went to the club to see for myself. When I got there, I saw you dancing with the girls, but it didn’t take me long to figure out you were sticking with that handsome young man.”

I could see that Lori wanted to speak, but I held up my hand saying, “Please, just let me get through this,” she nodded and I continued, “I’ll admit I was getting jealous as I watched you led him to the table, grab your drinks and tell Kristin you two were going off to be alone!” Lori was staring at the floor shaking her head no, but she didn’t try to interrupt me.

“And I wasn't surprised when you stooped down and grabbed your heels from under the table, I know you don’t dance in them. But when you put on your little show as you did up your buckles, I went through a whole range of conflicting emotions. I wasn’t jealous, I was stricken! Hell, I'm not even sure if you had on your panties as your boyfriend and everyone around him stared at your ass,” I said little crudely, “but when the crowd started catcalling and hooting, I started to feel something else... I got a raging hard-on,” I confessed as Lori cocked her head, looking at me with an odd mixture of disbelief and surprise through her pained expression.

“And I knew what you were going to do when you 'accidentally' dropped your little purse. But as I watched you bend over while everyone cheered you on, I almost came in my pants! I was really struggling with what just happened to me as you led your boyfriend through the crowd to the other room.” Lori had a shocked but understanding look and clearly wanting to speak. I gave her a nod.

“Not that it matters now, or if you'll even believe me, but I was wearing my panties, and no, he's not my boyfriend. Eric is a sweet boy and a complete gentleman. He has never laid a wrong hand on me, and he has been dancing with all the girls since they started going to the club, that's why he was sitting at our table,” Lori said. Then a stricken look crossed her face, and she bowed her head, slowly shaking no more to herself than me.

I wasn’t sure what just happened with Lori, but I knew this was far from over and I had to keep pushing forward, “Look... I know you’re not having an affair with this, Eric, kid. I figured that out last night. But sweet boy or not, he definitely enjoys your womanly charms,” I said with a little more bravado than I intended.

Lori raised up, looking horrified, as she began blubbering, “Oh God! He’s a year younger than Robby, and I’ve been letting Sandra tease him horribly!” She confessed and slumped forward bawling.

I lovingly ran my fingers through her hair, not too surprised it was Sandra who left the house last night. “Hey, remember who you're talking to here... affair with an older married woman! Mrs. Z!” I said trying to console her.

I cupped her face and gently tipped her head up saying, “Honey, I know you drive the men and boys wild at the club, and I’m as much to blame as anyone. I’ve been pushing you to flirt more, knowing that’s why you come home so horny, and I’m sure that’s why Sandra started playing at the club." I paused, not sure how to put my next thought into words until it came rolling out of my mouth, "But that’s not what’s bothering me... I’m hurt that you were playing without me,” I said a little surprised and embarrassed at my statement.

Lori touched my arm trembling, “I’m sorry about New Year’s Eve. I missed you terribly that night. Eric knew I was feeling bad about not being with you at midnight. We’ve spent hours talking about our families, and he knows how much I love you," Lori said, then turned away with a far-off look in her eyes.

“Look, stop apologizing. I know that something more than just talking with Eric happened that night. So please, just tell me everything, no more apologies, no sugar-coating, let's just get through this.” I said.

Lori's hands were shaking as reached for her coffee cup, her mouth obviously dry, but she managed to take a sip without spilling it. Then she set her cup down and studied my face for a moment, “Okay, you’re right," she said, "but it’s not your fault, I knew what I was doing, and I know you won’t believe me, but the more I played and teased the more I couldn’t wait to come home to you.” Then she turned away looking ashamed and trying not to cry.

I took her hand as I lovingly stroked her hair saying, “It’s okay... take your time, honey. I understand, and I do believe you. I know you never meant to hurt me, and the thought of you playing at the club has been turning me on since your first girls night out.”

Lori looked at me with a thin pained smile saying, “I know, remember, I know you better than you know yourself and I’m sure Houseboy has been whispering in your ear.”

“Oh, It’s been more than a whisper," I said, "but what happened with Eric that you don’t want to tell me?” I asked as her pained expression returned.

“No, not Eric, he didn’t do anything wrong," she said, "and yes, he was with me at midnight, and yes, he gave me a quick kiss and blushed. But then told me how sorry he was that I couldn’t be with you and we went... back... to...” Lori drifted off as she turned away crying again.

“Please, honey, just tell me what happened?”

Lori turned to face me, pushing back her tears as she wiped her eyes saying, “Okay, I'll tell you what happened. Eric walked me back to the girl's table and gave all the girls New Year's Eve kisses then said his goodbyes and left. Then as the DJ started another set Kristin and Sue dragged me onto the dance floor telling me to ‘cheer up,’ and saying I could make it up to you when I got home, and that’s when some of the horn-dogs that prowl the dance floor started coming around, wanting New Year's Eve kisses. I gave one guy a quick kiss, and that led to another...” then she froze staring off into space again.

I squeezed her hand, “It’s okay, honey, just tell me.”

She shook her head as she came back from wherever she was, “Please forgive me, please, I’m so sorry!” she pleaded as she began to cry again.

I really didn’t want to do it this way as I turned her to face me and firmly took her by the shoulders, knowing that when I got her adrenaline pumping, the strong woman that I knew and loved would tell me everything, and 'damn the torpedoes' when she did.

I gave her a couple of quick hard shakes saying, “Look... I said no more crying, no more apologies, just tear the fuck-in band-aid off, and tell me what the fuck you did!” Then locked my arms as I stared into her eyes.

She stopped crying. “Oh... so you really want to know what the fuck I did, huh!" she growled with a pained steely look, "Okay, I started kissing all the boys and letting them get as handsy as they dared. Hell, some of those guys have been waiting to get their hands on me since I started going out with the girls! Ha, and talk about priceless! You should have seen the look on Kristin and Sue’s faces as I let those guys grope my ass and throat fuck me with their tongues. Is that what you wanted to know... Hubby!”

Okay, that worked! I wasn’t mad, but I was getting a hard-on, and I certainly wasn’t expecting Sandra as she stared at me defiantly, waiting for me to go off on her.

“Look dammit, I told you what happened to me last night when you put on your little show,” I said. Lori gave me a snide tip of her head, still looking fiercely defiant.

“And I’ve been trying to make you understand, but apparently words aren't working,” I said then snatched a handful of hair on the back of her head and pulled her to me, passionately kissing her as I grabbed her wrist and put her hand on the tent in my lounge pants. She went stiff and tried to pull away, but I held firm and kept kissing her until I felt her lean into me and grab my cock as I slid my hand into her bathrobe and started fondling her tits. We kissed and groped each other for what seemed like five minutes, then mutually separated and just stared into each other's eyes.

I found her hands and squeezed never breaking our gaze, “Dammit, do you get it now! I’m not mad about what’s been going on at the club. I’m just hurt that you haven’t been honest and sharing it with me. Now, tell me what happened that night! I know you did more than just kiss some boys.”

Lori was shaking her head as she started to speak, “No... I didn’t because after I started letting those guys kiss and grope me, Kristin and Sue dragged me off the dance floor. Kristin was really pissed and pulled me to the side, wanting to know what the hell that was all about. But before I could say anything, she took a breath and squeezed my shoulder saying she knows we all like to flirt a little and go home horny for our husbands, she was just worried that Ken’s cousin, Terry, might have seen me and that would fuck things up for all of us. Then she told me to be a little more discreet! I told Kristin I was sorry, with a little white lie, saying it was just one of our kinky games.”

She had a deep sadness in her eyes, and I wasn’t sure if I was dealing with Lori or Sandra at this point. But I needed to keep her confession going whether she liked it or not, “Okay, that was New Year's Eve, but what’s been going on since then?” I asked sounding a bit dubious.

She sighed, “I get it, but you will probably be disappointed because I've been keeping Sandra in check," she said. "Sue told Sandy what I did, and the next girls night out Sandy told all the girls not to worry about Terry, he wouldn’t say anything. Well, after that we all started flirting a little more, but nothing over the line. Some of the guys that got lucky on New Year's Eve were being pushy, but I kept them at-bay... until last... nigh... ” Lori trailed off as she turned away with a pained far off look again.

“Look... I know Sandra was running the show last night. Just tell me what she did so we can move on!”  

Lori turned to look at me, and I could see the pleading in her eyes as she began asking me, “Why didn’t you stop me? You knew that wasn’t your wife last night, why didn't yo...” then she turned away sobbing.

“I don’t know, I guess I should have never let you go in the first place, but it’s a little late for all that now, so just tell me!”

Lori wiped her eyes with her sleeve and blurted out, “Fine, I’ll tell you what you missed, Hubby! I know you’re just dying to hear all the dirty details.” I was a bit taken aback, as she went full-blown Sandra on me and grabbed my flaccid cock with an evil grin.

“Oh, don’t worry, Hubby, it will get hard!" she said with a wicked tone, "Yes, the horn-dogs were salivating when they saw my new dress, and they all knew I was in a mood. The girls and I hit the dance floor as soon as the DJ started, and it wasn't long before several of the horn-dogs culled me from the group and started moving me toward the middle of the packed dance floor, bumping and grinding all the way. They know nobody cares what happens in the 'scrum' as they trapped me in a tight circle and started pulling at my zipper and grabbing my ass as we danced!”

“Oh... Hubby!” Sandra exclaimed, firmly stroking my now rock hard cock with her evil grin, yet she had full-flowing tears running down her face as she continued her confession.

“I was playfully pushing their hands away, but before long my zipper was down to my belly button, and they had my tits out of my bra, wildly groping them as I worked my way around the circle grinding my ass on their crotches. I could feel their hard cocks rubbing against my soaked panties as we dry humped to the music, and when I started grinding on Darrin, one of the horn-dogs that got lucky on New Year’s Eve, he grabbed my hips and we started grinding really hard!’ Then I felt his right hand move around my waist as he ran his fingertips across my belly, tentatively probing at the waistband of my panties. I started wiggling my ass harder as I ground against him and he took the hint!

He shoved his hand into my panties, slipped two fingers between my soaking wet pussy lips and started finger fucking me hard. I was getting so fucking hot at the feel of his hard cock straining against his pants as he humped my ass and finger fucked me to the music, I started moaning out loud right there in the middle of the dance floor!" She paused to catch a breath as she let go of my raging cock, her evil grin now just a thin smile as her tears flowed harder. I knew she was in pain as she continued her confession.

“But then I felt his bare cock touch my ass cheek, and Something in me snapped! I was suddenly horrified at what I was doing as I spun around and slapped him hard across the face! Darrin just stood there stunned with his cock hanging out as everyone took a step back and I started pushing my way out of there, embarrassed and ashamed, quickly tucking my tits into my bra and pulling up my zipper. I heard Darrin angrily holler, 'fuckin, dick-teasing, slut!' as I made my way off the dance floor and went to find Eric. I knew he would keep me safe!” Lori gave me one last pained smile as she fell into my arms and started bawling.

I held her tightly as I began to cry at what I just made her do, hating myself for the conflicting feelings I was having. It was an indescribable gut-wrenching pain mixed with deep unfathomable arousal, and I felt ashamed and more alive than I’ve ever been as my loving wife shook and wailed in my arms.

I Lovingly kissed the top of her head and scooped her up saying, “It’s okay, honey... I’m so sorry, but things will only get better from here, everything's okay,” as I carried her to the couch, laid her down and spooned her in my arms until we fell asleep mentally exhausted.

About an hour later I woke up angry! Angry at myself as Lori lay curled into me, sleeping. It hit me like a ton of bricks, how stupid going to the club was. Somehow, I had to make Lori understand I was in the wrong as I carefully slipped my arm from under her head and got up to retrieve her club dress, panties, heels and little silver purse. I laid them out on the coffee table and sat in my recliner as I watched her sleeping, going over in my head what I needed to say. maybe twenty minutes later Lori started to stir and reached out for me, but when she realized I wasn’t there she rolled over and her face twisted with pain as she saw everything laid out on the coffee table.

“I have to say something, and I need you to listen," I said. I knew Lori was confused as she nodded, looking like she wanted to cry, but I had to get this out, "I know girl's night out is your playtime, and I had no right to go to the club last night. I should have been content knowing that you love me and always come home to me. I agreed to you going out, and I have no right to interfere, no matter what you decide to do with your playtime."

Lori looked at her outfit again, then stared at me with a pained confused look. I knew she didn't understand why I put it there, but I hoped she would soon as I leaned forward in my chair asking, “When you came through the door last night were you happy to see me? Were you happy to be home? Did you love me just as much as when you left?”

Lori looked puzzled, hesitantly answering, “Yes,”

“And if I hadn’t said anything about the club, would you have even given it a second thought?”

She thought for a moment, “I don’t know... I guess not.”

“Then, please, do this one thing for me. Put everything back on and come back through the door so we can start over like it never happened,” I pleaded with tears filling my eyes.

“Oh baby... it’s just not that simple, I really wish it was, but it’s not,” she replied as her tears started to flow.   

I started to cry as I slid out of my chair and crawled to her begging, “Please... please, honey!" I laid my head in her lap and wrapped my arms tightly around her waist, blubbering, "Just come back through the door and forgive me, please!”  

Lori started petting my hair as she began to cry saying, “No... I didn’t have the right to do whatever I wanted at the club. You put your trust in me, and I broke it! And you're right, being completely honest is the true strength of our love, our whole lives together, and I love you more than anything in the whole world, baby!”

I was still pissed at myself, blubbering out, “But if I hadn't gone to the club, we would be blissfully happy right now. We would be holding hands and enjoying a nice brunch. But no, I fucked everything up for my own selfish pride, and I was wrong! Please forgive me, honey.”

Lori gently caressed my face, "I know what you're trying to say, and I wish I could take back everything I’ve done, too. But what’s done is done, and I’m just grateful you still love me in spite of it," she said, then she ruffled my hair saying, "Hey, speaking of brunch, are you hungry, baby? We really should eat something.”

I climbed onto the couch, and we hugged. “Yeah, we really should eat something, honey,” I agreed.

Lori broke our hug, giving me a weak smile as she got up and headed to the kitchen saying, “Grab a cup of coffee, and I’ll whip up some bacon and eggs, baby.”

I grabbed our cups out of the cupboard saying, “I really do regret going to the club, honey, but you know what I regret more,” pausing for Lori to respond.

Lori was leaning into the fridge, “Okay I’ll bite, what do you regret more?” she asked as she grabbed the bacon and peeked around the door to look at me.

I gave her a cheesy grin, “Not letting you fuck my brains out in that hot little dress before I said anything,” I replied.

Lori actually smiled at that saying, “You are a selfish bastard, aren't you!” as she flipped the burner on and started putting the bacon in the pan.

I shrugged my shoulders, "Well, when it comes to my wife, I can never get enough... and I love you more than you can know, honey.”

“I love you too, baby, and maybe someday I will be able to put that dress on for you. But right now... it just makes me sick to look at it! That’s why I threw it away,” Lori said with a disgusted shiver.

“I know honey, but I think you will be able to wear it to the club again, sooner than you think. That's why I saved it!”

Lori gave me a wide-eyed shocked look shrieking, “I’m never going to that 'fucking' club again, and I'm never going out without you, ever again!” she said, obviously pissed-off that I even thought she would.

“Whoa!” I said, “I know you're still upset about everything, but you're not seeing the big picture here. You have to go out with the girls, and you can't say anything about me going to the club, not even to Kristin.”

Lori moved the bacon off the flames, “What the hell are you talking about?" she asked, glaring at me and saying, "I know you said you weren't mad... but I just can't!” as her face twisted with pain and she began to cry.

“I'm sorry, honey, but I don’t think you understand what’s at stake here. I broke the rules! If this starts a 'shit storm' and ruins girls night out, we won't have any friends.”

Lori was still raw and hadn't had time to think about any of that as she started blubbering, “But I can’t go back! I can’t face Kristin, she'll know something's wrong the second she sees me.”

Lori was leaning over the stove sobbing as I set my coffee down and tightly wrapped my arms around her saying, “It's alright honey, we will get through this. I know it's going to take some time and we’ll have to work through things before you get together with the girls again. I'm sure we can come up with a reason for you to skip aerobics and sewing night this week, and maybe by next week, you’ll feel better about things. But you need to understand that our friends don’t have the same kind of playtime we have. Girls night out is their playtime! You know it’s been good for their marriages, and we can’t screw that up for them.”

“I just can’t think about it right now,” Lori sniffled as she put the bacon back on.

I rubbed her shoulders and gently kissed the top of her head saying. “I understand, honey, we'll take as much time as you need,” adding, “By the way, you have two weeks!”

“Ha-ha... very funny!”

Over the next week, we fumbled along trying to find our rhythm. We had deep discussions and moments when we completely forgot, and everything seemed fine. But Lori was still very fragile, and I found it hard to see the strong, confident woman I love, break down at the slightest provocation. She knew I wasn’t blaming her in any way, and that I had forgiven her before I left the club that night. But I knew she may never be able to completely forgive herself.   

During one of our long discussions, Lori told me about her friend, Eric. He lives on a farm with his mother and three brothers near Menominee in NW Illinois. His father died in a car accident when he was fifteen, and his mother insisted he used some of the life insurance money to go to college before he took over running the family farm. But Eric wanted his mom to save the money so she could travel and see the world when he took over running the farm.

Lori told me Eric was a great football player in high school, so he tried out for several college teams and got an Athletic scholarship grant from WMU. He is in his third year and already has his Agriculture Business Degree and will finish his Veterinary technician Degree next fall. Lori said she really enjoys talking to him because he reminded her of Robby, and he likes talking to her because she is not just another bubble-headed football groupie. 

On Saturday, I finally got her out of the house to go grocery shopping. We had a pretty good day, and that evening Lori felt the need to reconnect intimately. We took it slow, and she cried, insisting they were tears of joy as I gently caressed and kissed every inch of her. But she didn’t care about an orgasm saying she needed me inside her to feel whole again. I gently penetrated her and Lori shuddered as we tightly embraced, both of us needing to reconnect.

“It’s okay, baby... please give it to me! Please, baby!” Lori said with desperate pleading in her eyes. I caressed her face and slowly began to take full strokes with tears welling in my eyes, but I only managed a few strokes before I had a weak fly-by. Lori gently took my face in her hands, and we began kissing madly as my tears flowed down her cheeks. She wrapped her legs around me as she broke our kiss to put my head on her shoulder and started gently petting my hair saying, “It’s okay, baby, we will be okay. I love you so much,” as she squeezed me so tight I could hardly breathe, keeping my head tightly nestled against her shoulder as we rolled onto our sides.

I whispered in her ear, “I love you too, honey,” as we drifted off and had our first good night's sleep in a week.

Sunday morning, April 2, 2016. I awoke to Lori smiling at me in her bathrobe as she leaned in with a soft easy good morning kiss, then stood and caressed my face saying, “Get a shower, baby, and I’ll make some breakfast.” I was glad to see Lori in a good mood.

I took a quick shower and went to get some coffee. Lori was washing some pans from dinner as I began rubbing her shoulders and snuseling her neck.

“Good morning, baby,” she giggled as she turned her head to get a kiss.

I tightly wrapped my arms around her, and she dropped the pan in the sink as our kiss became passionate and needy. I finally broke our kiss saying, “Good morning, honey,” as I looked at my loving wife’s happy face. Lori looked truly happy, and it warmed my heart.

“Get our coffees, breakfast is almost ready,” she said. I set our coffees on the gourmet counter as Lori brought our plates.

“I know you told Sandy you had the flu and canceled sewing night, so the girls wouldn't wonder why you didn’t go to aerobics last week. Think you might feel up to it tomorrow?" I asked, adding, "you seem to be over the flu,” with a poor-baby smile.

“I was planning on going. I finally called Kristin, Friday, and told her I was feeling better, and no! I didn’t say anything about it to her,” Lori said a little defensively.

I reassuringly squeezed her hand. “I’m glad you're feeling better, and I know you wouldn’t do that. But I'm sure it's really hard not to tell your best friend, everything.”

“Yes, it was hard! But I did talk with Mistress Katrina yesterday. I needed to talk to somebody that would understand and be honest with me. We've kept in touch with her over the years, but we haven't talked since last summer before this all started.”

“Well... what did Mistress Katrina have to say about all this?” I asked very curious to hear her take on things.

“She said, you were right... I should have talked to you about playing at the club before I let things go that far. We could have avoided all this. Actually, Mistress Katrina was surprised that I didn’t talk to you because we have always been so open and honest with each other. But she wasn’t surprised to hear how I let my power over men go to my head, saying, it can be very intoxicating for women like us,” Lori said with a look of deep thought.

“Sounds a lot like what I’ve been saying,” I replied.

“Well, she also told me you were wrong to go to the club. You should have asked me what was going on first. Then if you still felt I wasn’t being honest, you would have had every right to go.”

“I know that,” I said nodding my head in agreement and feeling stupid all over again.

Lori smiled thinly saying, “I told her what you’ve said, and how good you have been to me about everything. She was very happy to hear that, saying, that means you understood I was just playing and I didn’t mean hurt you, and she made me promise to keep her updated. She told me there will be a lot to talk about as we move forward.”

I gave Lori a questioning look, and she shrugged saying, “She sounded very serious and told me that for now we should just focus on our everyday lives, and keep moving forward. Oh, and she said you were right about our friends, it wouldn’t be fair for me to mess up their playtime. I love you so much, baby,” then we fell into a kiss, not desperate, just warm and loving.

It was cold and rainy out, and we spent the rest of the day lazing around, eating popcorn and watching old movies. We laughed, cried and cuddled, it was just the kind of relaxing easy-going day we both needed.

No matter what we face, our love always comes out of it stronger. I can’t believe it's not a dream!