Jerry added, "With the two of us, you can have a night like no other. If you haven't done a threesome before, this is your lucky night!"

I replied, "I don't think so, it's been fun but good night."

There was only one problem with my leaving. Jerry was between me and the door, and he had about eighty pounds on me, plus he was backed up by my lovely Jeff. I thought to myself, you screwed this up. You not only probably pissed Bill off, but these bumpkins seem to be thinking rape, if nothing else. Briefly, we seemed to have a stand-off. I was focused on getting around Jerry. I didn't notice Jeff pulling handcuffs a gag and a blindfold from the television cabinet. Jeff cuffed me while Jerry held me still and kissed me. It seemed my rebellion was short-lived. Jerry quit kissing me so that Jeff can apply the ball gag. Then he blindfolded me. They unbuttoned the button at the waist of my denim skirt and then unzipped it. It fell to the ground. Next to go were my panties. Jeff began kissing the back of my neck while Jerry began rubbing my clit and finger fucking me. I could do very little to resist. I couldn't control my response as I began moaning and groaning. They unbuttoned my shirt, pulling it down to my hands and exposing my bra. Next, they unfastened my bra and pulled it over my head so that the cups were behind my head and the rest of the bra was hanging down. Jerry moved his hands up to massage my breasts. That only increased my arousal, as evidenced by my moans and groans. I hated myself for my wantonness but I was leaning in to their manipulation of my boobs and pubic area.

Jeff whispered in my ear, "You know what's going to happen, don't you, Carla?"

I nodded my head yes, since the gag prevented me from saying anything intelligible.

He said, "If you agree to cooperate, we'll take your cuffs, gag, and blindfold off. Do you agree to cooperate, Carla?"

I nodded my head yes again.

Jeff continued, "I don't like to hurt girls, but Jerry does. I can protect you, so long as you do what you're told. Do you understand, Carla?"

I nodded my acquiescence. This was going to be my first threesome, like it or not.

When Jeff released my hands from the cuffs, my shirt fell to the floor. Jeff said, "Take the stupid bra off, and then turn around and kneel. I turned around and kneeled. Jerry removed the ball gag and the blindfold while Jeff removed his clothes. I think Jeff's cock was a little larger than Bill's but I still wasn't looking forward to my interaction with it. He shook it in my face and then pressed it against my lips. I opened my mouth and he stuck it in. While I was sucking the prick's prick, I could tell Jerry was taking his clothes off. I began to be fearful that this would be a very long night.

Jeff instructed me to put my hands on the table. I did and he began to press his maleness against my labia. At the same time, Jerry was presenting his organ to my face. It looked like it might be a little larger than Jeff's. Soon, I was in the midst of my first spit roasting. My body was responding as I moaned and groaned even though my mind was screaming what a pair of bastards these guys were. As I moaned and groaned my way to my first involuntary climax, I was thinking about the atrocities I would like to perform on their sexual endowments.

As I felt myself approaching climax, my mind began to sync with my body, and I began to enjoy my first spit roasting, technically my first double penetration. Soon, both Jeff and I were orgasming. Jerry was left out, but he exchanged places with Jeff, and soon I was in the midst of my second spit roasting. Again, I came when I felt Jerry ejaculating inside me.

They told me to sit down at the dining table. Jeff and Jerry pulled themselves beers from the refrigerator. Jeff asked if I would like some wine. I asked for white but was told there was only chianti available. I drank a glass. Jerry played with a tube of K-Y. I knew I was about to get my first anal experience. It was and it wasn't. I guess the guys weren't quite ready yet. They poured me another chianti and each drank another beer. We went into the bedroom and after Jerry applied the K-Y to my poop chute, I learned that this was going to be my first classic double penetration, meaning a dick in my ass and a dick in my cunt. I guess it qualified as my first anal as well.

Jeff lay on the bed, with his organ standing straight and tall. I impaled myself and then paused while Jerry got on the bed and started pushing against my remaining virgin hole. I didn't know what to expect.

Jerry informed me that if I relaxed there would be a lot less pain. I was scared shitless. He was having trouble getting past my sphincter although I was trying to relax. He told me, "Try to shit my cock out."

I did that, it felt really tight, but then suddenly, he was three or four inches in, well past my sphincter. I had never felt so filled up in my life. He worked himself the rest of the way in. It was feeling great. I began moaning and groaning. I felt like something was about to happen. It did; I was blown away. It was the grandest orgasm of my life. It was like bells were ringing, birds were singing, and I was in indescribable bliss.

I asked, "What did you just do to me?"

Jerry explained, "That was your first blended orgasm, you stupid cunt!"

I didn't care what he called me; I had never experienced anything like it before. The guys began plowing me again. I came again. I wanted to scream it felt so good. Soon they were stroking me to orgasms every fifteen or twenty seconds. It seemed like my orgasms were lasting longer than the time between. They banged me to at least a dozen orgasms before they both came, leaving me spasming and contracting atop Jeff's body. Both guys popped out leaving me lying on the bed still trembling from what had just happened. Now I knew what pussy heaven was. I had never ever felt so good. The guys lay beside me one on each side as I received their kisses in a supine position. I went to sleep with a huge smile on my face as they idly played with my breasts. It was like I became a woman for the second time.

I woke up around five with streaks of light in the sky. Although they were sleeping on each side of me they had cuffed my leg to one of the bed legs. Sweet. I grabbed and shook their cocks to wake them up.

Jerry said, "Looks like she wants some more."

I started to say something cutting, but I didn't because I knew that what he said was true. This time Jeff took the K-Y and began lubricating my anus and the south end of my rectum. Jerry assumed a supine position his dick at the ready. Jeff began lubricating himself, while I impaled myself on Jerry's erect manhood. Just having Jerry filling my love canal felt wonderful. Jeff's sliding into anus and then my rectum was pure pleasure. It felt fantastic to feel so full and have both organs sliding along my interior walls. Just like the time before it was only about two minutes until my first orgasm. It was soon followed by more. I came and I came and these were convulsive climaxes with my whole body shaking. It seemed like I was still experiencing aftershocks from one blended orgasm when the next began. I thought to myself as I moaned and groaned my immense pleasure, how long has this been going on? Too soon, I felt both guys cumming inside me. I had probably had a dozen of the greatest orgasms of my life. I wanted to lie there in bliss forever, but I also wanted to clean myself up and find out if I still had a home with Bill. Jerry bluntly told me that I could go now. Jeff was less curt and told me I could use the shower if I wanted to clean up some. I did the best I could and then walked to my car in the early morning sun.

Inside, I was wondering how Bill would take my outrageous behavior. I didn't know what to expect. I was surprised at how many of my muscles ached. None of my pains were unbearable, but still I entered our apartment gingerly.

Bill was watching cable news, drinking coffee. He asked cooly, "How did it go last night?"

That was all it took. I fell to the floor with my head in his lap, bawling my heart out.

He seemed somewhat solicitous when asking, "What happened, Carla? What did Jeff do?"

I admitted, "He and his roommate raped me, and I liked it!"

He asked, "Do you want to talk about it?"

I replied, "I don't know, but I'll try."

He answered, "I'm listening."

I began, "After I treated you like shit, I followed him to his house. I'm so sorry. I don't know what was going on. I just wanted to fuck him, but have you be OK with it. When I got to his apartment, he introduced me to his roommate. When it became clear they wanted to have a threesome, I tried to leave but they handcuffed me, gagged me, and blindfolded me. I was afraid of what they were going to do to me."

I took a sniffling break. He handed me tissues, "Whenever you're ready."

I started again. "They told me they'd take the stuff off if I would cooperate. So, I said I would. They spit roasted me twice. They fed me two glasses of wine, and then Jerry used K-Y on my ass. That was my first anal and my first double penetration. At first I was uncomfortable with the anal penetration, but then the blended orgasms began. It felt good to be filled up and have orgasm after orgasm. Afterward we went to sleep. When we woke up, they DPed me again and then they sort of showed me the door. Bill, I'm so sorry. This was about the stupidest thing I've ever done. I know you're probably disappointed in me. The worst part is that you're far better in bed or out than either of those guys. Do you think we can go back to the way we were?"

Bill seemed reflective. "I really don't know. It really hurt me to see you leave with another guy. Had you gone with other guys on your girls' night outs?"

I told him, "No, Bill, never. Jeff was the first. I'm so sorry for treating you so badly."

He continued, "I'm not as worried about this incident as I am the next. How long until you do it again. Apparently, the double penetrations struck a chord in you. I'm just not sure that I can deal with it all. Why wouldn't you do it again? Are you going to want more DPs? I think you need to give some answers to things I can't possibly know."

I apologized again, "I'm so sorry this happened. It's all on me. I hope to high heaven that if you give me another chance, I'll do better. Just like you, I never want to have this conversation again. I want to stay with you, because you're the only guy that I've ever thought might be the one. Maybe you were thinking that about me before I pulled this stunt. All I can say is that I regret what I did, and at least I can say it's less likely that I'll do it again."

He said, "I really don't know. I just don't know. I never expected anything like this to happen. I need some time to think about it."

He slept in the guest bedroom that night. The next morning, I went in there and tried to snuggle up to him. He rebuffed me, saying he wasn't ready for that. He suggested that maybe we should do some counseling. He seemed very unsure of what the way forward was, or if there was a way forward for us. I was afraid he was going to dump me, so I jumped at the counseling. I knew that I had some issues, so I was willing to try to learn why I did what I did and how important was DP to me. Where did it fit in my life? Even with Bill I had never climaxed like I did with the DP.

We started counseling the next week. Bill still hadn't reclaimed me. I knew I had severely damaged our relationship. I hoped the counselor could show us a way out from under the dark cloud that hung over us.

The counselor was a clinical psychologist named Dan Nielsen.

Mr. Nielsen asked us to call him Dan. He started the session with a question, "Why are you guys here? Why don't you speak first, Bill?"

Bill replied, "I'm upset because I thought we had a good relationship. Carla decided that she was going home with another guy and did it right in front of me. She admitted that she had a threesome with this guy and his roommate. She didn't come home until eight hours later. It hurt for her to choose this other guy over me after we had been living together for several months. We never talked about being exclusive, but I thought that was implicit when we moved in together. I actually thought that when she came back the next morning, she would be moving out instead of asking for a retroactive hall pass."

Dan then called on me, "Carla?"

I admitted, "What I did was really terrible. I really like everything about Bill and I want him to be able to trust me again. I thought that if I could understand why I did such a stupid thing, it might help Bill trust me, trust me to not do something so stupid and hurtful again. I guess I need to trust myself, too. I care a lot for Bill and I know he was hurt by what I did. My behavior doesn't even make sense to me. The last thing I want to do is hurt Bill and I know this was very painful for him."

Dan said, "Bill's a big boy. Let's just talk about you for a minute, Carla. I think Bill wants a committed relationship. Maybe kids someday. Is that what you want?"

Bill interjected, "Maybe the problem is that Carla isn't ready to settle down to a lifetime with just one man. I'm a one woman-man, and I hoped that she was a one-man woman; I'm not so sure about that now."

Carla said, "It's true that I like dancing and the thrill of having cowboys want me. If I feel a little down, an evening at the Showtime makes me feel better."

Bill commented, "It's not the dancing and flirting that bothers me so much. It's when you take it one step further and go to bed with the cowboy. Or cowboys."

I admitted, "I discovered that I really like double penetration. Maybe we can find a way around having a threesome by using a dildo, or even simply just using fingers. Whatever we do, I want to be with you. Being with those assholes just made me want to be with you more."

Dan then asked, "What do you guys want to get out of counseling? Carla, why don't you go first?"

I told him, "I just want things to be the way they were before I screwed up. I want somehow for my bad behavior to not be a millstone hanging around our relationship going forward."

Dan asked Bill, "What do you want to get out of this?"

Bill replied, "I wouldn't be here if I didn't want our relationship to survive, but I didn't want to worry that Carla might cheat at the first opportunity or might even cheat a few years down the road if we last that long."

Dan asked me, "Carla, do you think you are ready for a long-term relationship?"

I told him, "I thought I was. After all this happened, I'm not so sure. Maybe I'm addicted to the Showtime Ballroom."

Dan reinforced my comment, "I think it's good that you recognize that there might be some issues with forming a long-term relationship."

Bill added, "I've got two concerns. Is she ready to settle down in a committed relationship. Her thing with double penetration bothers me as well."

Dan commented, "I see two people, both of whom have a lot going for them, and both of whom want to find their way forward. Both of you are interested in having your relationship survive."

I replied, "That's how I feel."

Bill said, "Me, too!"

Dan asked, "What do you think is your most serious problem, Bill?"

He replied, "Maybe it doesn't seem all that exciting, but in a few years I'd like to be living in the suburbs with a loving wife, and a couple of kids. I thought Carla might become that loving wife, but I think she still likes the thrill of seeking hookups at places like Showtime even though it may be a one-night stand."

Carla admitted, "I like drinking and dancing at Showtime but I like Bill, too. I guess I'm at a crossroads. I want to be with Bill, but I still enjoy the night life."

Bill suggested, "I think that's the issue. I think it's hard to support a relationship with respect, trust, and fidelity, when you're looking forward to the weekend and getting down and dirty at Showtime. I think Carla knows that, but she hasn't been able to fully commit to one or the other."

I told them, "I think Bill's right. I know now that I want to be with Bill. I still want to hang with my besties but a few hours a month is enough. It's spending four or five hours drinking and dancing that gets me into trouble."

Bill stated, "I believe that having a one-on-one relationship has to be something you want, not something you have to do to get what you want."

I responded, "I get it. I do want a one-on-one relationship with you, Bill. I'm yours, if you'll have me."

Bill

I decided to accept her offered commitment. We found that with a dildo, we could simulate double penetration pretty well, and we usually would do that once or twice on the weekends. She still have Friday night girls' nights out, but she limited them to twice a month, and I would pick her up at eleven.

For a few months, I was still concerned that she might stray, particularly when I had to travel out of town. My work required that I address client problems on site, the worst was when it was cross country.

I finally became a little more trusting. In fact, I proposed to her, and we got married in a medium-sized wedding at a non-denominational church. Soon after we were married, we bought a suburban starter home and started building equity. As we approached the end of our second year of marriage we began to seriously consider getting pregnant.

Then it happened. A client call on Thursday morning meant that I had to fly cross-country Thursday afternoon. From what we learned on the phone call, it appeared that it would likely take two or three days or more to solve the problem, meaning that the earliest I could get back would be sometime Saturday night.

It turned out that it was a relatively simple problem after all, although finding the faulty component took the kind of expertise that I had. We ran some tests to make sure that everything was hunky dory and caught a redeye flight arriving at the airport shortly after six am Saturday morning.

It was almost seven when the taxi brought me to our home, I was surprised to see a HVAC truck parked in our driveway. Since the home was less than two years old, it shouldn't be having HVAC problems, and I couldn't conceive of the need for an early morning repair. As I entered our living room I smelt coffee and saw Carla wearing her nightgown and a robe. She appeared to be chatting and didn't notice me at first. When I entered the kitchen I saw that she was chatting with a guy clad in boxers and my robe. He had sandy hair and didn't seem to be particularly handsome, although he was a pretty good-sized guy and seemed very much at ease.

I greeted the scene with, "Hello, Wife!"

She looked a little shocked, and replied, "Honey, I can explain?"

The fellow stood up with a bit of a smirk, and extended his right hand, saying, "Hello, I'm Mack McBride!"

I ignored the hand, and said, "My wife and I need to have a private discussion. You can leave the robe when you put your pants on."

He said, "Carla, will you be all right?"

I replied, "She'll be okay. I only get violent with intruders."

He responded, "Hey, buddy! Don't try to get tough with me!"

Carla interjected, "Mack, you better go!"

He answered, "If that's what you want. I'll put my stuff on and leave."

I suggested, "Please do, and don't dawdle!"

He said, "Look out!"

Carla repeated, "Mack!"

The intruder left and Carla poured a cup of coffee for me, saying, "I'm so sorry, Honey! You weren't supposed to get back early. I stupidly thought, 'No harm, no foul!' I guess this was a flagrant foul."

I looked at her, disappointment in my eyes, "Carla, I tried to call you last night. I even left a message."

She said, "Please don't dump me. This was just sex. I still love you with all my heart!"

I replied, "Just not with all your body!"

She began crying, "Baby, I love you. Please stay with me!"

I told her, "I wish I could. Right now, I just don't see it!"

The intruder called from the living room, "I'm leaving, Carla!"

She replied, "Please do, Mack!"

I asked her, "How many times, Carla?"

She cried some more, "I'm so sorry, baby. This was the only time with Mack. There were two other guys, also one-time specials."

I suggested, "Sort of makes a travesty of our wedding, doesn't it?"

She replied, "Oh, God, Bill! I'm so embarrassed. Please don't hate me!"

I told her, "Carla, I feel more disgust than hate."

She responded, "Oh, Bill! I'm so sorry. I guess it doesn't help that I still love you."

I explained, "Carla, this is a big deal. I'm not sure I can handle it."

She said, "Bill, I know I fucked up bad. Please let me make it up to you!"

I told her, "How, Carla? It looks like I'm just not enough for you. I'm not sure I want to be with you anymore."

She replied, "That hurts, but I deserve it. Please tell me there's something I can do."

I answered, "Truthfully, Carla, I don't know what that would be."

She began sobbing again, "Please, baby, please."

I had had enough. I took a final sip of coffee. I gathered up my cases and headed for the bedroom.

Carla

I had fucked up again. I had no idea what to do now. I had been so stupid, accepting it when one of my girlfriends told me, 'No harm, no foul!' Mack was a charming guy, as were Howie and Lester. That didn't make it worth blowing up my marriage. I knew Bill was a keeper. All I had to do to keep him was keep my panties on, but I didn't seem able to do that. I knew this was big, perhaps too big for us to recover from. I knew I had to try.

Bill took a nap. He came down late morning. His expression was foreboding. He spoke without emotion, "I can't tolerate this, Carla. I think one of us needs to move out. I think at this point, my only option is divorce. I'm sorry. I just can't take any more."

I replied, "All I can ask, Bill, is to keep talking to me, and don't do anything precipitate. I know I have screwed up badly. I know I'm an imperfect piece of work. I do love you and I want you to stay with me, even though I have proven I don't deserve you. I don't know how to make this right. Maybe that's not going to happen, even though that's what I want. All I can say is to give us some time. Please, give us some time."

He told me, "I'm filing for divorce, but I'm willing to keep communicating. That's the best I can do!"

I replied, "If you're hard over on one of us moving out, I will. Just please don't shut me out completely!"

He said, "Okay, I'm good with that."

I think we were both emotionally exhausted at that. I was hopeful that we weren't completely over, although I had to admit that it looked like we were.

Bill

Even though I loved her, and it would be painful, I could see no viable alternative to breaking up with Carla. I was forced to recognize that fidelity was not one of Carla's values. She would never be faithful without having that at her core, and it was clear that it wasn't. I believed that she wanted to be with me, and it was possible that in her own way, she loved me. The bottom line was that the relationship she wanted was not the one I wanted. For me, there was nothing endearing about infidelity; I really did find her behavior not only hurtful but disgusting. I think the saddest loves are the ones that almost make it but don't. Some differences are just irreconcilable. The divorce hurt us both, but I could see no other way. I didn't want a life of wondering when her next foray into extramarital lust would take place. We both cried when the divorce was final. I couldn't see a way around our differences then and I still don't see one today.