The Visitor Part 2.
I stood by the closed bedroom door stunned but also intensely curious what might be transpiring behind it. Even though it was my house and my wife I had to admit this woman who had come for dinner and now seemed to have my wife under her sexual spell intimidated me. All I could hear were muffled voices and sounds of a body coming to rest on the bed. Consigned to my fate I retreated to the kitchen and cleaned up the dinner dishes trying not to listen to what was going on in the bedroom. Done with the dishes I resumed watching the movie we had been enjoying. After a few hours and well into a second movie Marsha emerged from the bedroom without my wife accompanying her. She strode into the living room and approached me like she owned the place. She pulled a footstool up close to me, sat down looking me straight in the face.
” Your wife asked to tell you how it’s going to be from now on. ” ” She is my lover and has been for sometime and instead of going on behind you back I am the one that told her no more that we were going to just let confront you.” ” I know what she has told me about you that you will do as I say. ” ” Don’t worry I not interested in breaking up your household why I even have a use for you in this whole arrangement” ” Well we will get to the details later I suspect you’ve had enough shock for one day.” ” I leaving now thanks for the dinner oh and by the way your wife’s sexual life and yours are under my control and as of now you are not to touch your wife.” “Understand?” I manage a meek answer yes. And with that she got up put her leather jacket on and out the door she went. I spent the night in the spare bedroom.
Morning came and with it a silent coffee with my wife as we both hurried off to work. Around noon I received a text message from her. Before I opened it I figured with more hope perhaps than reality that it was an apology and one time thing and all would be back to the way it was before. Instead was a curt message” dinner for three tonight have it ready by seven o clock.” And so another blow to my manhood this time direct from my wife. She had no need to tell me who the third person was. I hurried home after work to make the meal for three. They arrived together although I was quite busy preparing the meal Marsha order me to bring her and my wife and glass of white wine. As they sat in the living enjoying their wine my wife was like a giddy little schoolgirl around Marsha now. ” Lets us know when dinner is ready” was the only thing my wife had spoken to me other than hello since they arrived. Finally dinner was ready that was when I learned that I was going to serve these two by themselves at the dining room table and I would be eating in the kitchen nook by myself. I accepted my position meekly. For I had no choice if I wished to still have some relationship with my wife. From my corner of the breakfast nook I could see into the dinning room where Marsha sat at the head of our dining room table and my wife next to her. It was clear that Marsha had established complete dominion over my wife. I could see that I was next on her list.
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