Life of the Mainwarings Chapter 5: Consequences - Sex Stories

Life of the Mainwarings Chapter 5: Consequences

... you went behind my back." "So, you're saying that if I'd come to you and said, `Sean, I think I may be attracted to other women, do you mind if I try it on for size,' you would have said `go for it'?" "We could have talked about it. I would have been involved in the decision. We would have shared it, just like when we talked about meeting Melissa, and later, Darla. This isn't about you having sex with another woman, Pamela, it's about you going behind my back to do it." They were both silent. "You're right, of course, darling," Pamela said at last. "What can I do to make this right?" "I'll think of something," Sean said. "You're not getting away with this without consequences. Right now though I think we should go to bed. It's been a long day, we've just had a lot of really vigorous exercise, and we're both tired." "Do you still love me, Sean?" "Of course I do, Pamela," Sean said, leaning in and kissing Pamela lightly on the lips, "I'm just disappointed and hurt." "I'm sorry," Pamela whispered, a tear escaping and running down her cheek. "So am I, darling. So am I." Neither of the Mainwarings got much sl**p that night. Sean was quiet in the morning as he got himself ready for work. Pamela took his cue and left him alone as she made her own preparations for the day. She had a number of important meetings on her calendar and had already been on the phone with her assistant, whom she knew was already at the office by 7, reminding her which papers she needed for which ...

... meeting. It really wasn't necessary and it was a measure of how distracted she was by the previous evening's conclusion that she even made the call. Sean gave her a perfunctory, obligatory, kiss on the cheek on the way out the door and was soon gone. Pamela felt wretched. Things had all gone terribly sideways since she came up with her brilliant plan (irony intended). She laughed ruefully to herself, got into her car, and headed into the maelstrom called rush hour. Sean, meanwhile, had been doing some thinking. He knew how badly Pamela felt - she deserves it! -- but he was still angry with her. Still, she was the love of his life and that was the whole point. She was all he ever wanted. He cursed his newly revived libido for having gotten himself into this mess. Maybe if I got fat and out of shape again... he thought, and quickly banished the thought. He was NOT going back to that shapeless blob of a man he'd become in his fifties. He stopped at the gym for a morning workout before heading to the office freshly showered and ready for the day. But his mind wasn't completely on his work and he made several frustrating errors (he caught them right away) as he contemplated his situation. Pamela, for her part, did what she always did. She was the planner in the f****y and the money manager too. Being a CPA didn't hurt, and having an MBA didn't hurt either. She had risen to Corporate Vice President for New Product Development at the medium sized company she worked for largely on her ...