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Shattered Glass

Kate Stephenson's day had been really shitty so far. She and Carl had had another fight over money three days ago, and their argument had spilled over into the bedroom - again. And since then, her husband hadn't even attempted to make love to her for the last couple of nights, or mornings; and she hadn't tried to coax him into it. It seemed like this was becoming a regular pattern lately.

And when they actually did it, nothing happened – at least for her. To paraphrase the B.B. King classic, "The Thrill Was Gone." When, and why, it had actually departed was open to debate. Was it the proverbial seven-year itch? No, it couldn't be. Carl was as faithful as a puppy. Maybe they were just bored with each other. Or too comfortable. Maybe it was the kids.

Whatever it was, the magic was gone more often than it was present. For example, when was the last time he groped her under the table or in an elevator when they went out for dinner? Six months ago? A year?

And when was the last time he'd bought her any sexy lingerie or a dress that would make her blush with embarrassment at how daring it was, but she'd wear it anyway and feel so damn hot and sexy in it and they'd fuck like demons when they got home; or even in the back seat of the car, steaming up the windows like a pair of teenagers?

Not since forever.

She still loved him, of course. He was getting blander by the week, but he was still hers. To death do us part, and all of that. And then there was Mark and Cameron. They had been created in one of those steam-up-the-windows backseat fuck-sessions after an incredibly sexy dinner where she had worn one of the outrageously daring dresses he had bought for her. She had taken off her panties underneath the table and handed them to him, and it had accelerated from there. Now, their two-year-old twins were the real glue that held them together. They were simply amazing to watch as they grew and learned something new each day. This was an incredible time in their lives – and in hers and Carl's. Even if they weren't hitting on all cylinders in the bedroom.

Carl was even immune to the leggy, goth-rocker charms of their new nanny. Sophie was a lovely girl, who adored the children and was simply wonderful with them. Even if she seemed like she was from another planet sometimes, with the way she dressed and how she talked. Everything was tight and black and made of spandex or leather, and she sported a new, different hair color every few weeks. Right now, it was magenta. But she was wonderful with Mark and Cameron and they had grown very attached to her as well.

But Carl seemed oblivious to Sophie's perky young tits with the perpetually hard nipples that so clearly sported a pair of rings that anybody who wasn't blind could see through the clingy black tops she always wore. It was like she was his daughter or something. Kate hadn't even caught him once, salivating over her tits or leering at her spandex-covered ass.

Carl had simply tuned out the women in his life – both the one he could fuck, and the one he couldn't. He was slowly slipping away from her, and Kate had no idea of how to bring him back.

Today she was very horny, though, and she had really needed an orgasm. So she had masturbated after lunch with the vibrator she kept hidden in her lingerie drawer, when everything was quiet in the house and the kids were napping and Sophie was out picking up groceries. She had come, but it wasn't the same - fucking a piece of plastic and metal. She needed a cock, and kisses, and hands squeezing her tits and teasing her clit to really get off. And Dr. Johnson had no hands or lips, and his cock was not anything like Carl's. Carl's was so much better. It fit her like it and her pussy had been tailor-made for each other. At least it used to.

And then Kate Stephenson's world suddenly lurched and changed, utterly and irrevocably.

The universe shifted on its bearings and swung onto a new course the moment Carl closed the door to the garage and came into the kitchen where she was cooking dinner. She could feel the anger and the hurt the instant she saw him. He went and poured himself a triple vodka and tonic and sat down heavily at the table.

"Where are the kids?" he asked dully, after sucking down more than half his drink in a single gulp.

"Sleeping. A late nap. Sophie took them for a play date with Carol and Isaac down the block. All the running around wore them out."

"Good." He finished his drink and got up to pour another one. "Sophie's gone for the day?"

"Yes, a half-hour ago."

Kate watched him silently, while she stirred the sauce on the stove. What the fuck is going on here? This can't be about the goddamn HDTV set I bought last week. Not again.

Carl sat down in front of his plate and stared at his reflection in the white porcelain.

She finished the dinner preparations and set his plate down in front of him, and then she sat down across the table with her own meal. Now she was really worried. It wasn't like Carl to not say anything at all.

And then, he looked down in his lap and then at the calendar on the wall and the tree outside the window. He was twisting his napkin in his hands when he finally looked at Kate with dread in his eyes, and told her.

Kate stared at her husband across the dinner table. The look on his face told him that the incredible, awful words he had just uttered were true, even though they were horribly and terribly wrong.

"You did what???" she said, gesturing wildly with her hand as she rocked back in her chair. Her wineglass smashed to the floor, breaking into a thousand tiny shards – just like their life had just been shattered. "You're joking. Please, Carl, tell me that you're joking. This isn't funny."

But the look in his eyes told her that what he had just confessed was true. "I'm sorry, Katie. It wasn't supposed to happen this way…"

"You mean you didn't think you were going to get caught!" Her shock had quickly turned to anger. "What kind of a fucking idiot are you? You bought a million and a half dollars of lab equipment without a fucking appropriation or your boss's approval. And now the stuff is in the lab and you signed the contract to buy the beakers or scopes or whatever the hell it is…"

"It's a new set of spectrometers, that we needed, and it…"

"Don't fucking interrupt me!" Kate yelled, as she slapped the table and sent her silverware clattering to the floor to join the shattered glass. "And what did you think was going to happen when it came time to PAY the goddamn invoice?" she yelled. "Did you win the lottery, or were you going to empty our life savings to pay for your spectaclescopes?"

"Spectrometers. They're gas diffusion mass spectrometers." He saw that he was only making his wife even more upset with his attempt to clarify the situation. He put his head in his hands and began to sob. "The approp was supposed to get approved. I got a really great deal. It was the end of their quarter and I got them for a million-five when a week later they would have been two million or more. I fucking saved the company a half a million dollars!"

"A lot of good that is going to do you. You spent money you didn't have and now David Masterson is going to string you up for it."

Kate's rage began to diffuse as she watched her husband of seven years crumple in front of her. "Are you going to get fired?" she asked, softly. "Masterson has always seen you as an up-and-comer who was in line for his job someday. Is this how he's going to get rid of you?"

"Oh god, I don't know," Carl despaired. "I think he set me up. I had talked to him about this and I thought he was on board about squeezing Applied Scientific about the deal, and that we'd get the approvals after we had it nailed down, and before the invoice came in. The fucking bastard set me up."

Kate got up from her chair and gingerly danced around the broken glass on the floor and got the dustpan and broom from the pantry. She knelt down and began to sweep up the shards. "So what do we do now?" she asked softly. The direness of Carl's predicament was very real now. He really could get fired over this, and then where would they be? The job market sucked and they would probably lose everything they had worked so hard for if he couldn't get a new job fast – and at something resembling the same salary.

"Well, there is one option he offered me. A way out. He would find a way to make it right and get the approvals backdated so it wouldn't look like I'd fucked up."

"OK, so that sounds good," Kate said cautiously as she dumped the glass fragments into the garbage pail. "But what's the catch? Since he hates you so much, I don't guess he is offering this out of the goodness of his heart."

"I already told him no, absolutely not. I could never agree to it. I'm going to start sending out resumes tomorrow, to start looking. And we're going to send back the new HDTV we bought last week. And give Sophie notice, too."

"What do you mean, you told him 'no'? He offered you an out and you refused? How bad could it be? What is it?"

"No, Kate. I can't. Please don't even ask me."

"This is OUR life we're talking about, darling," she said, as she wrapped her arms around her husband's limp body and kissed him on the neck. "We're going to survive this," she whispered in his ear as she moistened his cheek with her own tears. "Come on, what is it? What could be so awful?"

"Oh god, OK. I'll tell you. But remember, I already told him 'no way'. And I meant it."

Kate sat on Carl's lap and ran her fingers through his hair while she cradled his head against her breast.

"Do you remember last year's Christmas party, when you met him?" he asked.

"Uh huh. Suave, elegant, and confident – arrogant even. He's someone who's used to controlling people – including women. He spent the entire time we were talking looking down the front of my dress. And later he groped my ass in the hallway outside of the bathrooms when I tried to squeeze past him. He made it seem like an accident, but it was no fucking accident."

"You never told me about him touching you."

"It wasn't a big deal. I ignored him. Girls get fondled and groped all the time. He had too much to drink and he got frisky. It happens. I didn't want to make a Federal case out of it. After all, he IS your boss."

"Not any more."

"Come on, tell me. What does last year's Christmas party have to do with this?" She was getting impatient now.

"He wants… He said that he'd get the contracts signed if… Oh god, we can't."

"What do you mean 'we' can't," she said. "Spill it. Now." She stabbed at the air for emphasis.

Carl took a deep breath and hesitated, before he spoke, the words tumbling out uncontrollably once he started. "He said he'd make it all OK if he could have you for a night. To do anything he wanted with you." There, he had said it. He buried his face in his wife's cleavage and sobbed. "I said no. I couldn't. I mean you couldn't."

Kate stood up and looked down at her husband. "You mean he wants to fuck me?" she said, flatly. "I have to fuck him and then he'll let you off the hook."

"Yes. Sort of."

"Goddamn it, Carl! What do you mean 'sort of'?" She was shouting again. "Do I have to go to bed with him and suck his dick and fuck him? What does 'sort of' fucking mean? Do I have to drag it out of you one lousy syllable at a time?"

"Well, everyone in the office knows that he has, well, rather kinky tastes. When he said he would "have you" for a night, I don't think it means simply giving him a blowjob and letting him put his cock in you. He didn't say what, exactly, but his meaning was pretty clear. You would have to obey him and do anything he demanded of you."

"Oh, my god… You mean I have to be his – what – his sex slave?" she exclaimed.

"Well, yes, I think so. Pretty much. He did say you wouldn't be hurt and that you wouldn't come home with any marks," Carl meekly replied.

"Any MARKS?" she yelled. "MARKS? You mean he's going to spank me, or whip me, or… I don't know what else."

"You're not going to do it," Carl said, trying to sound like he had regained control of the situation.

"You don't think I get any say in this?" Kate retorted. It'll be my ass out on the street with you, you know. And the kids"

"You can't be serious," he said, with an incredulous look on his face. "No way."

Kate sat down again on his lap and took her husband's head in her hands. "You weren't the first man I fucked, Carl. I'm no innocent. I've been faithful to you since we've been married but I've tasted my share of forbidden fruit."

"What do you mean?" he asked. His look was one of wariness and uncertainty.

"I never thought it important to tell you about my love life before we met. But, well – for example – when I was in college I did a group scene with one of my sorority sisters and three guys. Do you remember Vicky?"

He nodded.

"It was her and three guys from the gymnastics team. I had all three of them in me at one point, and Vick – well, let's put it this way. Vicky's tongue was very helpful to me getting off.

"All three – at once. But how…?"

"Do I have to draw you a picture? I was sucking Brian and Ed was underneath me with his cock in my pussy, and Billy was behind me with his cock in my ass. It was a great fuck. And later, they all did Vicky while I helped out. So that's what I mean when I say I'm no angel."

"Oh god. You – and three guys and Vicky, all together?"

"Yes, darling. And then there was the time I did it with a guy on a rotating stage in front of - oh, maybe - a hundred people at a swingers club. And after that, I did it with a couple dozen or so other men there that night. One at a time, though," she added quickly when she saw Carl's horrified look. "I think they made a video of that one, but I've never seen it."

"My god, Kate. How could you… I never would have guessed that in a million years," he said, ruefully. "I must be pretty boring, in comparison."

"But that's all in the past. That's not us, now. We're married, and we have kids. But I think I can survive David Masterson. It's for us – and for Mark and Cameron. Don't forget about them. And after all, it's only one night, right?"

"Yes. One night. You have to meet him at a hotel and have dinner with him and afterwards… well, he said you'd be home by morning." Carl looked at his wife with tears in his eyes. "What am I saying?!? It's like we already decided to do this! We can't!"

"Yes, Carl, we can. I can. I can sacrifice myself for a night for our future. I can't let this happen to you. To us."

"He said you have to wear something, a dress that is elegant, sexy, and daring for dinner. Something that shows off your tits. And stockings and fuck-me heels – those were his words, not mine. And… and for afterwards, he wants you to bring something made of leather or latex to wear for when… when he takes you."

Kate folded her arms across her chest. "So I have to go do some shopping, then. Elegant, sexy, and daring, I've got. Leather and latex, we'll need to get. You've never bought me any of that, you know. By the way, what's the credit card balance? That shit is expensive."

"No, Katie. No."

"Yes, Carl. I'm going to do this. I'll be his slut for one night and I'll save your ass and our future. We don't have any choice."

"I guess not…." He slammed his fist on the table in frustration. "Oh god, there has to be another way!"

"There isn't. He's got you by the balls and he's going to get my pussy in return. He's a bastard, but he's holding all the cards in this game. You've got nothing in your hand. Nothing, but the Queen of Hearts. That being me."

Kate cuddled him and kissed him on the top of his head. "Let's eat dinner now, before it gets cold. And afterwards, I want you to make love to me. Fuck me hard. I need it tonight. I really need it now."

He carried her upstairs and into their bedroom, and was unbuttoning her shirt almost before he lay her down on the bed. Kate's body came alive under his touch. Carl rained kisses up the length of her body, from her toes to her face. He worshipped at the altar of his wife, taking her gently and slowly. They shared the nuances of skin gliding over skin and tasted each other's tears and tastes. Only when Kate was ready and squirming under his caresses did he roll her onto her back and lift her legs up over his shoulders.

She held his erection in her hand and guided it into her pussy. "Please, Carl, it'll be all right. I promise," she whispered when he found the entrance to her womb. She held him there, milking his cock with her muscles as she stared into his eyes. "I can do this. I want to do this for you. For us."

Carl said nothing in reply. He answered her vow with a series of hard, deep strokes. He clutched at her body and pulled her towards him and held her close when came, his cock pulsing inside her as he pumped his come into her pussy. "I'm so sorry, Kate. This is so wrong. I can't bear the idea of him doing to you what I just did – and other terrible, sordid, evil things." He got up and went into the bathroom to wipe himself clean instead of letting his wife do it with her mouth, like she usually did.

And when he returned, he climbed into bed and stared at the ceiling until he fell asleep. Kate watched him drift off with tears in her eyes.

Old Sins, and New Ones

For the next week, Kate and Carl walked on eggshells around each other. She tried several times to talk to him about the date neither of them had marked on the kitchen calendar, but that loomed larger and larger as the 'X' marks crossing off the days inched closer and closer to when Kate would get into the car dressed like an elegant slut and leave her husband and children behind, and go to be ravaged and used by the man who was blackmailing her man.

Sophie seemed to understand that something important was going on between Kate and Carl, and she kept her distance and didn't ask any embarrassing questions. For that, Kate was grateful. Sophie was not one to shy away from talking about very personal and intimate matters. Her tales of the wild nights of passion with the guys she hung around with had often made Kate feel old and far too grown-up.

And she and Carl hadn't made love, or even really touched each other, since the night he had confessed his sins and she had committed herself to saving him. Each day seemed more sterile and colorless than the one before it, and the nights grew even more agonizingly. It seemed that the gulf between them was yawning wider and deeper with each 'X' on the calendar. Kate's sessions with her vibrator were growing more frequent, too. The stress and her need for some kind of release were building and building, with no real hope of finding what she so desperately craved.

And when she masturbated, she saw Ed and Billy and Brian and Vicky instead of Carl; and the night on stage at the sex club, and the many other exotic and kinky acts of sexual adventurism she had engaged in when she was young and unmarried. The things she knew now she could never tell her husband about. It would completely drive him away from her. And that image, above all, she couldn't bear. Carl was her love, still.

Till death do us part.

It was ironic, really. David Masterson couldn't have had any idea of what he had started, but his act of blackmail had unearthed and disinterred the memories of Kate's long-buried past, and had rekindled her appetite for the sexual thrills and adventures that had been the centerpiece and the driving force of her life a decade ago. And that made it even worse – sending her emotional pendulum swinging from anger and remorse to unbridled lust and grinding, pornographic orgasms.

On Friday, she had tried to show Carl the leather corset she had bought; and the shiny black latex stockings and opera gloves and the impossibly-small rubber microdress. But he had refused to even look at them when she put the boxes on the kitchen table.
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