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Author's note: This is a followup to Butterfly Effects. I didn't like how the second chapter of that story played out, so I hid it and rewrote*it from scratch. Laura has reasons for doing what she did and I wanted to do Laura's story right. Now it seems it will take a novella to get it right. I hope you like it. ?Look, last night did not go like I planned,? I said to Matthew, who sat across the breakfast table from me. The picture of domestic bliss we would appear to anyone looking in the big kitchen window from our backyard. In fact, we were a wreck and I?d wrecked us. The ruins of the breakfast he?d prepared lay on the tiny round kitchen table between us. We?d wolfed it down in tense silence. I picked a hard bacon crumb off my plate, waiting. Matthew?s calm, placid visage left me no clues of what to expect next. ?You didn?t plan on getting caught with two dicks in you?? He said, evenly. ?Or you didn?t plan on the consequences?? The ?consequences? had been rather spectacularly rough. After Matthew threw the two boys out, he gave me what I deserved and then some. The surprise, for me, was how thrilling it all was. Servicing two cocks like a whore while I knew Matthew watched from hiding, getting ?discovered?, the horrifying first moments we were alone afterward all led up to some of the best, and surely the roughest, sex of our marriage. It was all completely new and thrilling. A glorious night, on balance. There was just the problem of my indiscretion and Matthew?s cool anger. ?I expected you to catch me with the one dick in me.? I cringed, then tried to make light of it. ?Mm, that sounded worse out loud.? Matthew?s repulsion was physical, I might as well have slapped him. ?I can be flippant too,? he said, finally. ?Does a number different than ?mine? matter?? ?You?re right, but it?s also the truth,? I said, more serious now. It was a fact. Matthew digested that for a Escort Tunalı moment. I could see his mouth working as he considered one question or a comment, swallowed it and considered the next tasting his words before speaking them, a trait both endearing and maddening. ?Is this some cruel, scorched earth way of ending our marriage?? He looked confused, as if the only possible reason for my behavior was to end it. Nothing was further from True. ?I love being married to you.? Both true and a fact. ?You?re wonderful.? ?Then why...? he couldn?t seem to finish his question. ?You crushed my heart.? My heart lifted in perverse delight at his pain. No, that?s not right. My heart swooned that he cared enough to be in pain in the first place. ?Let me uncrush it,? I said. ?No. You don?t get to fix this.? ?Matthew,? I pleaded quietly. ?Tell me everything you did? just tell me.? ?Um,? where to start? I had an idea of how to explain all of this, but he wouldn?t believe the truth. ?OK, a few months ago...? ?You?ve been fucking them for months!? Matthew said, half out of his chair. ? Ew , God, no.? I cowered from him. He sat back, mollified. ?Uh, a few months ago I answered a knock at the door in a towel, I?d just showered after a run with Mary and I thought it might be her. It was Jimmy Johnson. In all his glory: saggy pants and ridiculous cap. He stopped ogling me long enough to push a business card at me. It claimed he would do odd-jobs or whatever a handy man would do. Twenty dollars an hour.? Matthew grunted. ?I know, right? I wouldn?t let him wash the dishes.? The kid was a total slacker, inspiring no confidence. ?But you trusted him enough to fuck up your marriage,? Matthew quipped. ?Touche,? I said, then continued when he didn?t smile back. ?I made it clear you were handy enough for me. He made it clear he was available if you weren?t. I sent ulus escort him packing, and threw his card on the side table and promptly forgot about it.? I hesitated to tell the rest, embarrassed. ?I, um, you know how horny I get after a run? Well, I kinda ... ? Matthew slammed his hand, palm down onto the table, rattling dishes and my nerves. ?You?re trying to explain this away, Laura. I want to know what you did. With him. Them.? Matthew?s head rocked forward, menacingly. ?I don?t care why you did it.? ?You?re scaring me, Matthew.? I leaned away from him, feeling small and just a bit pleased with his threat display. ?After last night, you should be scared. Now do as I say, or I?ll walk out of here and never come back.? His words frightened me more than any threat of violence. It was no bluff, he?d done exactly that with his first wife, for much the same reason, and I?d do anything to prevent the same fate. ?Last Thursday, I noticed Jimmy?s card on the side table. Something just clicked in my head?? ?I said, I don?t care what was in your head!? Christ, he wasn?t going to let me explain anything. ?You were due home soon. I? I dialed the number and told Jimmy I needed his services. He?s dim, but even he got the idea. In two minutes he knocked on the front door.? ?I answered the door in this robe.? I tugged on my white terrycloth bathrobe. ?The look on Jimmy?s face when I dropped it was priceless. Like he?d hit the jackpot.? I looked down at my lap, unable to meet Matthew?s glare. ?Go on,? Matthew said, his even, steely voice escaping between clenched teeth. ?How much detail do you really want?? ?I saw you taking one cock up your ass while another stuffed your face last night, it can?t get worse.? I shrugged, maybe I could get him mad enough to fuck me like that again? What was I thinking? ?He tried to act all manly and in command. Told me to yenimahalle escort bayan get on my knees. He wanted me to blow all over my face.? Matthew looked a bit shocked, so I asked again, ?Do you really want all the details?? Matthew looked pissed. ?Do you want me to leave?? Shit. ?I didn?t think about it,? I said. ?I just got down and sucked his cock when he pulled it out. And... he came all over me. I made a show of smiling and jacking him all over my face. He seemed delighted. Boy in a candy store.? ?I bet,? Matthew sneared . ?You?ve never done that with me.? ?You?ve never told me to ?get on my knees and suck?,? I retorted. He?d done something close last night. My pussy spasmed needfully at the memory. ?I?ll make a note,? he promised. ?Now, go on.? ?Jimmy didn?t get soft. He bent me over on the stairs and took me from behind.? ?No condom?? ?No.? I said, shaking my head. I could see Matthew making a mental note to visit a clinic soon. ?This time he lasted longer and he wouldn?t shut up. He kept saying things like, ?Take it bitch,? and ?Cumslut,? like a bad porn actor. I tried not to laugh.? ?Finally, I could tell he was close. I couldn?t stand the thought of him creaming in me so I flipped around and let him jack off on my face again.? ? Hmph , ? said Matthew. ?Better on me, than in me, at least in his case,? I confessed. ?Amazingly, he stayed hard.? ?You have that effect on men, I guess,? he said, sounding bitter. ?Jimmy wanted my ass. Another effect I have on men, I guess.? Matthew smirked devilishly at me. My pussy spasmed again, wanting him despite or maybe because of my fear. ?I made an excuse and told him to leave.? ?Before he left, Jimmy let me know I should expect an ass fucking and I should be wearing high heels the next time. I told him, I?d call. I was sure I wouldn?t. I mean, my whole point?? ?Stop. I don?t want to know the point. And anyway, you obviously did do in again.? ?Yeah, last night.? ?Only last night? How do you expect me to believe that?? ?Check his phone, you have it, don?t you?? ?I?ll do that, later. In the mean time?? ?I wanted you to catch us, so...? ?Stop that.? His calm voice carried a promise of violence, startling me.