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CH 16 SECRETS REVEALED

When I finished my security sweep, I joined Rikki in our bedroom. She had put on a dressing gown, but hadn't removed her makeup, yet. There was a smile on her face, but I knew from experience it was not a friendly smile. It was a danger signal, like a bull pawing the ground before it charged. Rikki used this smile in court to lull witnesses into a false sense of security, then she sank her fangs into them. I knew I was in mortal danger.

"How many times have you fucked Jane?" Her voice was flat and even.

I was busted. I wasn't even going to think about lying. I sat on the edge of our bed, dropped my face into my hands in shame. I squeaked out, "Honestly, I don't know." I cleared my throat and continued in a stronger voice.

"That makes it sound worse than it is. The first time was the day we met Suzette. After you went to bed, I asked her to join me for a swim. She didn't have a suit, so I asked her to go skinny dipping. It wouldn't have happened if it wasn't for Suzette and her stories."

"So you're blaming Suzette for you cheating on me?" Rikki snapped.

"NO! I'm not blaming anyone for my actions. Her stories put the thought in my head. I wouldn't have asked Jane to skinny dip otherwise. Jane refused until she saw me naked. Even as she took off her clothes, she said we shouldn't. Once she had stripped, we went into the pool house.

We did it once that night. There was only one other time. The first time you went to Vegas. After we told the girls about the move, we made love in her room. Then we ended up in the downstairs bedroom and spent most of the night together. So, three or four times total."

"So, we offer our closest friend refuge from a sexual predator and you take advantage of her?" Rikki glared at me.

"NO!!" I shouted and stood up. "When we got quiet on the phone, Jane and I hugged and I whispered to her that she could move in, no strings attached. I told her if we never slept together again, she was still welcome to live here. I assured her that I would never force her to go to bed with me."

"And since then?"

"That night, we agreed that it would be our last time. Unless you gave us your blessing. Since then, we've kissed a lot and groped a butt... err tit. Dammit, I mean bit! Damn auto incorrect," I joked to lighten the mood.

Rikki broke eye contact and was quiet for a moment. "How did you know?"

She let out a short bitter laugh that sounded like a bark. "Even a blind man can see how much she loves you. I know you Denny. You would never pick up a secretary in a bar for a one-night stand. But when a woman loves you as much as she does, and you get to save her from the big bad, there's no way you could resist. Few men could.

Besides, you left the internet open on the computer a few weeks ago." She handed me a sheaf of papers and one glance was all I needed to see she printed out the polyamory websites I looked at.

I put the papers on the bed and stepped closer to her. I put my hand on her shoulder. "I love you. I'll never do anything with Jane again if you tell me not to. You are the love of my life and my wife. You come first, you always have, and you always will."

"Denny, I'm not mad because you fucked her. I'm mad because you kept it a secret. I knew it was going to happen, to be honest I'm impressed you two waited as long as you did."

"So what now?"

"Tonight, all I want is for my husband to sleep next to me, to hold me," she said. We lay in bed and cuddled up next to each other. "I do love you, you dumbass."

"I love you too." She didn't hear me because she had fallen asleep.

I lay there as a war raged inside me. Part of me wanted to fight, part of me wanted to beg for forgiveness. The two sides went back-and-forth.

How dare she judge me? She jerked off a stranger at a club. Rubbed her cunt on a bunch of other guys, and she's pissed at me for fucking one woman, a few times.

The smarter part of me, the one most men don't think with, realized that was not how to handle this situation. First off, she didn't do it behind my back. She did it in front of me as I watched and enjoyed it.

I'd always asked her to be sluttier when we went out. I couldn't be hypocritical and attack her for doing what I asked. Then there was the fact that those guys would never see her again. I would see Jane daily. When Rikki traveled, how could she trust us?

My other head, arguably the less intelligent of the two, countered the rational arguments. The Brazilian bell boy, what about him? That wasn't with your permission.

I admitted that was a valid point, but easy to shut down. It may not have happened. It could have been a fantasy she used to excite me. Something she had done before.

Even if he is real, she never claimed that she did anything with him. She said she found him to be hot. Not a capital crime by a long shot. After arguing with myself most of the night, I drifted off into a troubled sleep.

I woke up earlier than normal, still tired. I tried to go back to sleep, but there was a nervous energy inside me that I needed to deal with. I decided to go for a run, and hoped that would help. I pulled on my PT uniform, left a note for Rikki, 'Went for a run, be back soon. We'll talk later. I do love you. Your dumbass husband.' I popped in my ear buds, and started my running playlist as I jogged down my driveway and onto the street.

Part of me wanted to do a Forest Gump and just run, but that wouldn't solve anything. After several miles I turned to head back home. I walked in the front door and the house was silent. I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, when I turned, I saw Rikki at the table, with a cup of coffee. I sat with her and drank my water. I decided to break the silence, "I ran into Emily yesterday and invited her family over for dinner. I'm thinking steak and lobster. Is that okay?"

Rikki put her cup down and rested her hands in her lap. "Yeah, fine." Her voice was a monotone, and she looked down at the floor.

"I need to get a few things from town. You need anything?"

"No!" She didn't look up.

I Figured she wasn't ready to finish our talk, so I stood up. "I'm going to shower and head out. Be home soon." I took a few steps toward the stairs.

"Do you really want a second wife? Am I not enough for you?" She stopped talking as the sobs began.

I rushed over and knelt next to her. "I pulled her head to my shoulder and let her cry.

It took her a while to stop, and when she did, I kissed her eyelids. "It's not that I want, or need a second wife. You are my wife, and I love you. I love Jane too, in a different way.

You are a partner! You make me strive to be the best person I can be. Without you I wouldn't have made chief, I wouldn't have my own show, and I'd still live in my childhood home and work out of my dad's backyard workshop, with a geriatric, and a kid."

Rikki smiled through the last of her tears. "Jane isn't strong like you. She's a damsel in distress. She needs someone in her life to save her from herself. It's two sides of my coin. I love you both, but in different ways, for different reasons."

Rikki looked at me as she processed my explanation. She picked up her napkin, and wiped her face. "As long as you both understand, you are MY husband, I am YOUR wife. No one will ever share those titles."

I nodded. "I only did some research. I never said anything about it, to anyone."

"And no more secrets. We tell each other everything."

"So, about that bellboy?"

Rikki laughed. "How about I go to town with you, and we talk more." I took her hand and helped her stand up. Then I got to my feet. We went upstairs and got ready for our excursion. While I drove, she talked.

"Fabrício is young, muscular, and the most gorgeous shade of bronze I've ever seen. I could tell right away he had a crush on me. Every time he saw me, he offered to help me. It was cute in a puppy dog kinda way. I loved having him do the tiniest things for me. Anything I needed I called Fabrício. He went way above and beyond, so I decided to reward him."

My dick had perked up as she related this tale. "How," I managed to choke out.

She ignored my question, and continued to tell the story her own way. "It was a turn-on to control someone like that. I couldn't believe the rush it gave me." I knew what she meant. Even though it wasn't sexual, I got salacious thrills at work whenever I told the girls to do something, and they obeyed.

"I never let him touch me, but I did do the pizza dare. When he brought my dinner to my room, I was in floral panties and a towel. As he turned his back to set up my dinner, I dropped the towel, and gasped in shock. He spun around and... well he turned into a babbling idiot. He kinda reminded me of you."

She laughed. "It was so cute how red face he got, and I saw him get hard. The next day he gave me his cell number for twenty-four hour service." I had to concentrate on my driving, so we didn't die, but all I wanted was to mount her right now.

After that he became my personal gofer. When I was about to check out, I put on the same panties he saw me in, and got myself off, a few times. My panties were soaked. I took a few pictures, then called him to get my bag. We went to the lobby, and I acted like I left something in the room. I gave him my keycard and asked him to go check."

I had to open my pants, they had grown so tight I was afraid my circulation was about to get cut off. Rikki saw that and took hold of my shaft. She started to stroke me as she talked. "When I figured he was in the room, I sent him the picture of me fingering myself in those panties. I told him to check under the pillows. I left my soaked panties in a baggie for him."

I had to remind myself that killing someone, in a car wreck, while getting a handjob, would result in criminal charges. So I forced my eyes to stay open as we drove. "Every time I've seen him since, he has those panties in the breast pocket of his uniform jacket, like they're a pocket square."

"I've upped the ante everytime I visit. The next time I called him for more towels and left the door propped open. I started taking naked selfies, and waited. When he walked in, I thought he would have a stroke, but he kept his hands to himself."

It took a moment for my testosterone addled brain to realize she made a joke. I reached over and slipped my hand inside her shirt and felt how erect her nipple was. She held my hand on her boob, so I rubbed and squeezed it as she continued her story.

"I told him he'd already seen my tits so it wasn't a big deal. I asked him to make my bed and vacuum my room while I showered, did my face, and dressed. I know he creamed his pants when I pulled on that Pink nightie you got me." I knew the one she meant. It was cute, not overly sexy, unless you saw the panties, then it was hotter than the cheese on a fresh from the oven pizza.

"I'm about to cream myself,'' I told her. Rikki looked around and ducked down. She took my shaft in her mouth and swallowed a huge load.

'Thank God for red lights,' I thought as I stopped while she drank my cum. By the time the light turned green, I was tucked in my pants, and Rikki had popped a mint in her mouth.

She took my hand and kissed it. We held hands as we entered Erin Falls city limits. "Anything you want to share with the group?"

"I do have something to tell you. I've seen Lizzy and Claire naked and having sex, with Emily. Once on the pool deck and a few times in other places."

Rikki shrugged. "I'm not surprised. I've suspected Lizzy and Claire have been lovers for longer than I'd like to admit. Emily being involved, surprises me. She seems... more worldly... experienced... something. So I guess our daughters are lesbians. How do you feel about that?"

"Bi, maybe pan, I doubt they're lesbians. I know Emily has a guy, not sure if he's a boyfriend or fuck buddy, or... whatever. I know she's intimate with him. I know the girls like guys. Think about the posters and calendars of male models they have, and whenever a cute guy comes in alone, they argue over who gets to help him. My feelings are the same as always, all that matters is that they're safe, healthy and happy."

Rikki kissed my hand. "I agree. Besides, Claire and Lizzy make a cute couple if I do say so myself."

"Yes they do." I pulled up at the butcher shop I'd used since I was a kid. "If you get New York Strip's for eight, I'll go to the seafood market and get lobster tails."

"Sounds good." She went into the butcher shop, and I crossed the street, and entered the last fishmonger shop in town. To be fair, it was the only one in town, 'til supermarkets popped up like long lost relatives at a lotto winners house. "Hey Molly, I shouted."

"Denny, ya feckin sham. How the hell are ya boy-o?"

"Mr. Malone? I thought you retired."

"And miss craicin' with boggers? Not on yer life."

I laughed at the only real Irishmen in town. He still has a brother that fishes out of Killybegs Harbour. I met the other Mr. Malone while I was in the Navy. Good guy, but don't try drinkin' with him. "I need eight lobster tails, nice ones."

"Any Cockels or Mussels, they're fresh."

"No thanks. Where's Molly?

"Ach, the poor wee lass. She's runnin' a wee temperature. She'll be a grand gobshite ta-marra."

"Well tell her I said hi. Same to your brother. Tell him I'd love some more of his wife's Irish Soda Bread."

"Will do ya sham. That'll be eighty-five sixty-nine."

"Put it on my tab."

"Ya gonna pay the feckin' thing? It looks like a phone number."

"Sod off ya feckin' git, Molly got my card info and charges me every month."

"Massive."

I got back to the car and we headed through town, to my next and final stop. As I drove, Rikki started to rub herself through her shorts. "Damn, I'm fucking horny."

"If you're gonna do that, strip so I can watch, or it's another spanking, and this time I won't be gentle."

Rikki winced at the thought of another spanking so soon. She pulled her top off, and threw it in the backseat, then she slid her shorts, and panties down her legs to the floor and threw them in the back seat. She was not only naked, but had no way to cover herself if something happened. She moved her seat back, spread her legs and rubbed her slit. "Is this better, master?"

At the word master, I pictured Jane dressed as Jeannie and my dick stood at attention. It was a struggle to concentrate on my driving, but we were on back roads with little traffic. I planned to stop at Miguels farm stand to get some farm-fresh veggies, to go with dinner.

As I drove over the washed out rutted dirt roads, and tried not to lose control of the truck. I glanced at Rikki who had two fingers inside her slit. "That's it slut! Finger your nasty fuck-hole until you cum."

Rikki moaned as she squeezed her breast and flicked her clit with her thumb. I watched as her face and neck flushed, a sure sign that she was close. "Don't stop, no matter what, slut." She reclined her seat, then rubbed her clit as she rammed three fingers into her sopping wet pussy.

Miguel's stand came into sight. I grabbed her left breast and squeezed and pinched it. She moaned, as I slowed the car to give her a few precious seconds more.

There was one car at the stand that pulled out as I pulled in. I stopped at the furthest spot from the stand. Rikki was too engrossed in her pleasure to notice we had arrived, or that the car had stopped.

Miguel waved me forward, and when the car didn't move, he walked to us. He leaned against the door and said, "Hola carnal, how's things?" Then he saw Rikki's naked sweat covered body as she finger blasted herself. "¡Madre de Dios!" he shouted.

Rikki's eyes flew open when she heard a man's voice. She froze when she saw our long-time friend stare at her in all her naked, sweaty, glory. "No one told you to stop," I reminded her. I turned to him, "She lost a bet. Now she has to finger herself until we get home, no matter what. Right, my dear, sweet slut?"

"Yes, YES, OH GOD YES!" She closed her eyes so she could focus on her pleasure and hide her embarrassment.

Miguel's eyes widened, but he didn't say anything. He kept his eyes on Rikki and tried to talk to me. I must admit he did a hell of a better job than I would have if our positions were reversed. "So, uh... whatcha need carnal? I gots da good shit. Whateva you need, Miguel got."

I laughed and glanced at Rikki, I could see a slight tremble in her lips and her eyelids fluttered. She was almost there, but she tried to hold back and hoped Miguel and I walked away before she got there. I saw her skin flush, from the tips of her ears to the tops of her breasts.

Her orgasm was seconds away. I looked at Miguel and winked at him. "That's it baby, come for Miguel, the dirty Mexican drug dealer. Pay for my junk with your body." Rikki convulsed and fluid spewed from her pussy and hit the windshield.

"DAMNNNN!" Miguel said. "I ain't never seen no chica squirt. Damn gabacho, you gringo's got all the chicas calientes."

I opened my car door and whispered, "Not a word to anyone, ever, and you might see more shit like this."

"Carnal, I've kept all our secretos. What happened in escuela secundaria, the night before your wedding, and that time... at band camp."

"You can forget that last one, I did, until now. This is bigger than all of them, combined."

"No worries carnal. I didn't soplón to la jura in school. I won't rat you out ahora."

We walked over to his stand, the one I built for him as a wedding gift. I was more than a little proud at how well it stood the test of time. I made my selections, and paid Miguel. As I loaded them into my truck, Miguel went to help another customer. "Dude, you need to come out to the new house. Bring that son of yours. It's been a minute since we've seen him."

"Someday, soon." That was his standard reply to any social invitation for the last eighteen years. The only time he left his farm was business meetings, and when he took me on an 'hombre fiesta'. I gave him a sad look, got in the car, and started for home. Rikki was still naked, but she was irked at me.

"Denny, that was cruel. You know how lonely Miguel's been since Miranda passed away." I could tell she was more worried about Miguel, than she was angry at me.

"I'm trying to get him to stop being a hermit. To live life again. So far nothing's worked. I thought that maybe if he was reminded about that night, maybe, just maybe he would leave his comfort zone and try to experience life again."

"Here I thought you were being a pendejo, when you were being a cabrón."

I looked over at her, "Well penny jo cabin to you too."

"Shut up and drive. I need to feel your dick in me before our guests arrive." I was pissed when I learned Ford had put a speed governor in this model. It topped out at ninety-two. I was even more pissed about the six points and roughly $300 in fines, court costs and traffic school. At least it was a female cop, who let us go after she determined I was a pervert, not a human trafficker. Rikki laughed the rest of the way home.

I followed Rikki's naked ass into the bedroom and slammed the door. Rikki ripped my shorts off my body and grabbed my cock. She pulled me onto the bed and climbed on top of me. She lowered herself onto my cock, her wet cunt swallowed me in one quick motion.

I thrust my hips up into her as she used her strong legs to bounce up and down on my dick. We fucked fast and hard. All too soon I filled her with my cum, as she gyrated on my dick to give herself another orgasm. My hands pinched and tugged on her nipples to get her over the edge.

"What's the matter babe? Need Miguel's dick in your ass to make you cum?" I teased. "Maybe you need Enrique's dick in your mouth too?" That did it. She exploded in orgasm, her body went into convulsed as she lost control as the waves of pleasure washed over her.