Muriel cleared her throat and turned to Kris, "Eve how did you feel after Adam did that to you?"
Eve looked at Muriel as if she had just asked her the most stupid question in the world, "How did I FEEL? How would you have felt? I felt totally and utterly humiliated, I felt angry that he had done what he had, but almost inexplicably I felt incredibly turned on. The hour or so we spent in the cinema was the kinkiest, filthiest time I ever had. I was hugely disappointed that Adam wouldn't let anyone fuck me, but in all honesty I think even through our swinging days, it was the horniest time that we ever had together. I'd like to say I hated him for it, but I didn't, I had truly experienced what it means to be a submissive and I fucking loved it."
Muriel leant back in her chair and both Kris and Brad couldn't help but see her protruding erect nipples pushing against the fabric of her blouse. Her skirt had hitched up slightly and Brad could clearly see the welt at the top of her stockings, he felt a stirring in his trousers and shift his weight in an effort to relieve the pressure on his growing cock.
"So Eve it is safe to say the event, didn't make you want to leave Adam?" Muriel continued.
"Hell no!" Kris cried out, "It made me want us to do it again and again."
"And did you, did you repeat the experience, did you tell Adam how you felt?"
"Yes we repeated the experience," replied Kris, "When we got home we spent hours talking about our lives, loves, needs, about how bloody sorry I was for all the stuff I'd done. Adam was incredibly honest and told me about his affairs. I was hurt, but not surprised and I couldn't hold it against him without sounding like the world's worse hypocrite."
Brad jumped in, "Look Muriel, I hope you aren't judging us as everyone is different. We can all learn to accept pretty much anything if the circumstances are right. When we talked we agreed to be totally honest, nothing altered or withheld. I certainly hadn't realised the extent of Eve's infidelity, but as I've said before, one of seventy, the numbers make no difference it's the dishonesty that hurts. It had been years since we last tried swinging, and we agreed that we both loved to watch each other with other people. You remember from our first spell of swinging, lets call it what it is, controlled infidelity, or at least it is for us, Tom and Sue. Well we had kept in touch with them all those years and they had become really good friends. Well they were still in the lifestyle although at a much reduced rate, and we got in touch and told them we were going to get back into the scene.
"And were they happy to have you back in the lifestyle?" Muriel asked.
Yes they were," Kris replied for them both, they came over that night and the four of us set up a profile for Adam and I on a well known swinging website, then we went up to our bedroom and the four of us fucked each other for hours. Sue and I put on a show for the guys, they sucked each other off for us in return and then they buggered Sue and I side by side."
"Did you take them to the adult cinema?" Muriel enquired clearly now extremely turned on by the story.
"No we never went back there, but we did go back to the swingers club where we had first met all those years before and I got to have a regular bukkake session sometimes just me getting glazed, other times with Sue by my side. Adam was always in attendance unless he gave me permission to meet alone and when he did that I would set up a live feed so he could watch, the wonders of technology hey?"
"So do you still swing?" Muriel asked light-heartedly. The atmosphere in the room suddenly plunged to about fifty below zero. Kris hung her head and a stifled sob came from her. Muriel looked at Brad questioningly as if to ask what exactly she said that was wrong.
"There is something we haven't told you and we didn't put in our notes to you before you invited us for the interview, Brad said, "This is very difficult for us both, but you and your listeners need to know."
Muriel had absolutely no idea where this was going and sat forward, dreading what she was about to hear.
Brad cleared his throat, reached over and took Kris hand and started to speak, "Well one Saturday morning about three years ago I was sat in the kitchen having breakfast when Eve came down looking absolutely stricken. She came to me and threw her arms around me and sobbed pretty much uncontrollably. I managed eventually to calm her down enough to get her to tell me what was wrong. She was wearing her bathrobe, but was completely naked underneath and she opened her robe and took my hand placing it on the side of her right breast. She spoke one word, "Feel". I did and at first felt nothing but her hot flesh, but she used her left hand to press on mine and there it was, a hard lump about the size of a pea. I looked at her and my mouth dropped open. I asked her if that was new and she nodded and then started to cry again."
"On the Monday morning we got an emergency appointment at the doctors and I went with her. The doctor examined her and confirmed the presence of the lump and in fact found another smaller one in the other breast. Hospital visits followed and within a week Eve was taken in for a biopsy that confirmed she had an aggressive stage three cancer in both breasts."
Muriel gulped and reached out to place a hand on Kris knee, "Oh god, you poor thing," she said softly.
Brad wiped a tear from the corner of his own eye and clearing his throat again continued, "Three weeks later Eve had a radical double mastectomy. The surgeons also removed several suspect lymph nodes and gave her a double breast reconstruction. Several rounds of intense chemo followed which made her incredibly sick. As if that wasn't enough a course of targeted radio treatments followed that wiped her out so that she would spend days in bed. Sue and Tom were great and helped to care for Eve when I had work or simply couldn't cope anymore."
"But you are both still here and you're both still together," Muriel said almost pleading for confirmation.
"Yes, yes we are," Kris said softly, "I would honestly be dead without this man, he gave me something to live for as well as my daughters and grandkids. I am incredibly lucky to have him especially after all I've done to hurt him over the years."
"I suppose everyone is different," Brad said, "I have loved this woman for nearly fifty years, we have had good times, bad times and incredibly bad times. I suppose it depends on your resilience, but to be honest I'd rather live with her warts and all than live without her and I guess that's the key to surviving infidelity, it's not about forgetting, you can never do that, it's about true forgiveness and hard as that is, it is possible with enough time and love."
Muriel genuinely looked amazed at both of them, but knew she had to wind the interview up, "Well there you have it folks, the secret is true love and real honesty with total forgiveness. Not all of us have that within us, but in this couples case they have and it has worked out well for them. Adam and Eve, on behalf of the radio station, the listeners and myself I want to thank you for being so candid and sharing your story with us. Can I personally wish you all the luck in the world and especially you Eve as you deal with your continued recovery."
Pete's voice came from the speakers in the corner of the room making the three of them jump, "And that's a wrap!"
Ten minutes later Brad and Kris were stood in the light rain that had started to fall across the city. They held hands as Brad put up a large umbrella over them.
"Brad, shall we go and see a film," said Kris.
"A film?" he asked, "I don't even know what's on."
"Oh we won't be doing much watching," giggled Kris, "The cinema I have in mind is only just round the corner."
"Ah," said Brad, "I'm with you now. You sure?"
Kris nodded enthusiastically and they set off hand in hand into the gathering evening gloom.
Back in the studio Muriel leant over the sound desk with one hand on the edge of it and the other holding her phone to her ear. The red light was on above the door as Pete stroked his cock in and out of her driving himself deep inside her, "Yes love," she said to her husband on the other end of the call, "I'm just wrapping up now and then setting off home, yes, about an hour, yes have me a glass of wine ready I'm just ready for a drink," with that she broke the connection and let out a long low moan.
"Fuck me Pete, I need this, really fuck me hard," and who was Pete to refuse?
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