Desperate Confusion

"What I'm saying is that maybe we should look for spiritual enlightenment elsewhere. It may be that you find it in one place and I do in another. We can still stay together, though. Face it. We're not going to make it as Catholics, even if the Church is, by some chance, correct. That's just my thought," Michelle suggested.

"Yes, I've often wondered about that, but told myself to dismiss the doubts and just believe what the Church teaches. The more directly it affects you, though, the more seriously you have to weigh the issues and see who's right. Perhaps we can visit a couple of different places of worship in the next few weeks and see if any of them appeal to us," Paul agreed.

"It affects me for sure. I like girls as well as guys. That's NEVER going to be acceptable to the Vatican. You have a mistress. That's also a serious sin, perhaps a mortal one, depending on one's definition of adultery. I just can't see same-sex lust as a choice and an abomination anymore, having admitted to those desires myself. That would mean that I would have to damn myself for bisexuality. That changes my perspective on the whole question of faith," she declared.

"Exactly. A man like me or a woman like you is persona non grata in the eyes of the Church," he commented.

"Indeed, now can we stop talking about sex and shop for some condoms so we can fuck? I'm horny now. I want to do something with you that I have never done before. I'd like to try anal sex tonight," Michelle announced.

"YOU want to take my cock up the ASS? That's a wild side of you coming out for sure! I thought the bisexual thing was dramatically different from your conservative upbringing, but that's pretty intense! Not that I object! I've been wanting to fuck your ass for a while," Paul reacted with shock.

"Good. I just hope that you lube my butt enough for your cock. It IS fairly large, you know," she urged him.

"Agreed," he said, as they left for the convenience store (by themselves, as the kids were with her parents for the week).

After quickly buying the rubbers, lube, and beer (which they felt useful to relax themselves), they headed straight for home. Shedding their clothes, the couple drank a few cans of beer between them and attacked each other like newlyweds. There was a lot of pent-up lust and they acted on it.

Michelle sucked Paul's cock more voraciously than she ever had in the past. She wanted it to be hard enough for her backdoor. When it was stiff, he slipped on the first condom, lubed it up, and began to enter his wife's ass. She gasped from the pain when he started butt-fucking her. That stopped after he allowed her to adjust to the experience of his dick in her bottom.

Once she had accepted his full length in her tush, he thrust more vigorously into her sphincter. He rammed her ass with his cock, riding his plump wife like a thoroughbred. The harder he pushed, the wetter she became. Even with the raincoat that he wore, his dick felt the effect of her rectal muscles on it. He kept straining to make sure that he didn't cum early.

"Damn! That's amazing!" Michelle grunted finally as she came.

"Yes, it is! Holy shit, I'm cumming now!" Paul groaned as he expelled his seed into the rubber.

"Next time, though, I want your cock inside me, without the condom! I've changed my mind about the whole protection thing," she announced.

"Why request that now?" he asked.

"Because I'm not used to having a latex sheath between me and my hubby's dick. I'll just try to be careful not to catch anything. Maybe I test any potential partners first, even if that is frustrating," she proposed.

"Makes sense. I must admit that wearing a condom with my own wife sounds and feels just WEIRD. Let's NEVER do that again! The rubbers, I mean, not the anal," he urged her.

"My sentiments exactly," she concurred.

"What are you going to do about preventing more children?" he probed.

"The pill. I'll just take birth control. It's not that difficult. I don't smoke and I don't plan to start," Michelle answered.

"Okay. Well, as long as neither of us is promiscuous about the affairs, we should be fine. Which brings to mind another matter. We can't expect our mistresses to be any more exclusive with us than we are with them. Think that you can handle that? I can, but I'm not sure about you," Paul pointed out.

"I'll survive. I'll just pick a bi girl like myself and let her screw guys. What will you do about Stacy?" she responded.

"I'll let her have flings now and then, if she pleases. She's never brought it up, but I'll ask her anyway," he commented.

"I'm surprised about one thing," she stated.

"What's that?" he inquired.

"You've never mentioned or suggested a threesome. Most guys would in your situation," Michelle noted.

"I figured we were doing enough things that required adjustment without pushing ourselves too fast," Paul replied.

"I wouldn't be opposed. You never know. It could resolve all of the issues quickly by making her OUR lover, not just yours. Unless, of course, you're jealous," she remarked.

"Well, it's an idea. As it is, Stacy has co-operated with my plans so far. It might work, as strange as it sounds for my wife to be proposing a menage a trois," he agreed.

"I'll bet you never would have guessed that your wife was interested in girls, either, but I am. Since I don't have the usual reasons to object and we're renewing our marriage as something less than exclusive, why not?" she reminded him.

"Well, it would clear up any issues about STDs and HIV. Plus, YOU would actually benefit from my affair for a change. Not to mention that you would get to know Stacy better and see that she really IS a special girl, despite her flaws," Paul reacted to his wife's proposition.

"Just the three of us. It has a nice ring to it, doesn't it? Simple and straightforward, assuming that it works out. Why don't you call her and see what she says about it," Michelle encouraged him.

"Seems like a great plan. I just hope that she doesn't shoot it down. What about tonight?" he replied as he dialed his mistress's number.

Well, we are even now, Michelle thought. I can't get too pissed at Paul, in spite of his infidelity. I didn't help matters with my attitude toward him. Subconsciously, I must have pushed him toward a softer woman. That doesn't excuse his cheating, but I'm guilty of murder, which is even worse. I'm still hurt, but so is he.

I'm bi anyway, so I might well have ended up having an affair with a woman eventually, given how poorly prepared I was for dealing with my desires. I wouldn't blame him for thinking that I got drunk and cheated while attending some bachelorette party. Hell, I blacked out enough times that I might well have, for all I know. I hope that doesn't mean that I'm an alcoholic.

Damn, this has been one weird evening, Paul reflected. I got in a fight with Michelle, found out that she had an abortion, admitted to cheating on her with Stacy, discovered that my WIFE is bisexual, agreed to an unconventional marriage, considered the possibility of changing religions, had anal sex for the first time in my life, wore a condom for the first time in my marriage, and heard my supposedly straight-laced spouse suggest a threesome. I'm now waiting to see if my MISTRESS would like to fuck BOTH me and my WIFE, no less! Whoever said that truth is stranger than fiction understood reality quite well. This seems surreal.

Will Stacy agree to a three-way with Paul and Michelle? Will the three of them become a happy triad and stay together for life? Will one of them get jealous and ruin the whole thing? Will one of the women take a dislike to the other? What, in short, will happen to the exterminator, his wife, and his paramour?

Let's just say that I'm weighing the possibilities and considering my options. Perhaps alternate endings are in order, but maybe that's the coward's way out. Then again, anyone risking the inevitable bad reviews that I expect from Michelle's reaction to the news of her husband's cheating is no coward. Of course, I'm a lot nicer to her than many writers are to the cuckold husbands in their stories, in that I actually give her something of a spine.