Broken Fantasy : Part 3

Sarah laughed and mocked me, "Of course. I'd love to go on a date
with you sometime Dante. This was the most incredible experience I
have ever had. I did not think it was possible to be this good."

"Trust me Sarah, we are just getting started. There's a lot more I
can show you. But it will have to wait for next time."

Dante noticed the stain on my pants. "Well well it looks like it was
good for old Bob here too."

He untied my wrists and said, "You better untie your own ankles. I
don't want to get close to that nasty mess on your pants."

Sarah giggled as she looked at my pants.

Dante put the camera away and got dressed. He gave Sarah one last
deep kiss and left.

I tried to make love to Sarah after that. But she had no energy and
her cunt was so loose I could hardly feel any friction. I eventually
came but I think Sarah was asleep when I did.

We slept in the next morning. When Sarah woke up she said her pussy
was sore. But it was a good kind of hurt. We were both happy with
the event and relaxed the rest of the weekend.

The next Friday when I got home from work I found Sarah dressed as
hot as I had ever seen her. She had on a short tight skirt, loose
fitting blouse, and no bra. I asked her what was going on and she
said she was going dancing with Dante. He had called her up and
asked her out. Based on the way she was dressed I knew she had
accepted.

I said I would get dressed to go out and she said, "Bob, you would
be bored. We are just gonna go dancing and you know you don't like
to dance."

I replied, "Well I could listen to the music and watch you guys
dance."

She said, "If you really want to you can come with me. It's no big
deal. I just thought you would be bored."

I sort of felt like she did not want me there. I was not jealous or
anything. Just surprised they would make plans without me. So I
said, "No, you're right. There's a game on I wanted to watch anyway.
You go have fun dancing honey."

She kissed me on the lips and headed out the door. It was early and
we had not had dinner so I assumed she was meeting him to eat.

I stewed a little and then took a shower. I decided I did not want
to be alone so I headed down to the sports bar and watched the game
and talked with some guys about sports.

It was after 11:00 when I got home. I did not really expect Sarah
to be there yet when I got home. But I was sort of hoping she would
be. There was a message on our answering machine. It was Sarah. I
could hear loud dance music in the background. She said she was
having a great time and that Dante had invited her to spend the night
at his place. So she would see me tomorrow. She said she loved me
and that was it. She was gone.

I got very drunk and eventually fell asleep in my recliner. At some
point in the night I woke up and searched the house for Sarah. I
knew she wasn't there. But I looked anyway. I went to bed and
slept until morning.

It was mid-morning when I got another call from Sarah. She was
panting rhythmically when I answered the phone. I thought it was a
crank call at first.

Then Sarah said, "Bob, I have to ... have to stay ... want to stay
long ... longer. I'll ... Oh God, I'll be home ... tomorrow. Oh he's
fucking me soooo good." And then she hung up.

I sighed and thought about it. And then I decided that thinking
about it was the wrong way to go. So I tried to think about anything
else. I did all these jobs around the house. I even did laundry. I
had not done laundry since I married Sarah. I kept thinking about
her and Dante and what they were doing. I was very worried I was
losing her.

I had another restless night on Saturday. It wasn't until almost noon
on Sunday that Sarah drove in. She moved up the walk like a zombie.

I opened the door for her and there was a tear on her cheek. I said,
"Oh my God Sarah! What happened? Are you alright?"

She was still wearing the short skirt and loose top. But it was just
sort of hanging on her body. Her eyes were red like she had been
crying. What little makeup she had on was smeared. There was crust
in her hair and on her legs.

She barely looked at me as she pushed around me and into the house.
"I need a shower." she said softly.

I followed her toward our bedroom. "Sarah, what did he do to you?"

"I don't want to talk Bob. I just need to get cleaned up."

She stripped off her top and dropped her skirt. Her panties were
missing. She had a red scratch that went from her hip around and
all the way down one cheek of her butt. There was dried crust all
over her.

She stepped into the bathroom and closed the door. She stayed in
the shower over two hours. I listened at the door but couldn't
hear anything but the water.

I heard the water shut off and waited a little while for her to come
out to me. But when she didn't I went into the bedroom and found her
fast asleep.

The next morning I got up and went to work fired up. I was going to
find out what Dante had done to my Sarah. I confronted him in the
parking lot. "Dante! What in the hell happened this weekend!"

Dante said, "What do you mean? Sarah and I had a great time
together."

"Something happened! You better tell me what or I'm going to punch
you out!"

He laughed, "You're going to punch me out? You're not enough of a
man to punch me out. Look Bob, Sarah and I had some fun. But we're
done now. You don't need to worry about a thing. You take care of
my little momma now or I'm going to punch you out and take her away
from you."

At that point I wasn't sure he couldn't take Sarah from me. So I put
my head down and walked away. I stewed all morning and then decided
I could not work with that jerk. So I went to the Manager and asked
for a transfer. That's how you got a job.

When I got home from work that day Sarah had our dinner ready. She
asked me how my day was and carried on as if nothing had happened. I
had no idea what to make of all this. When we sat down to dinner I
was amazed at how nice everything was. The house was immaculate.
The food looked fantastic and Sarah would not stop smiling at me and
trying to make eye contact.

After we began to eat Sarah said, "Bob, I can't tell you how sorry I
am. I love you more than anything in the world. I made a terrible
mistake, it will never happen again."

I started to speak,"Sarah I". But Sarah interrupted me.

"Bob, there are some things I need to say to you. Please let me
finish. I made a huge mistake that I can not take back. I sort of
took you for granted. Now I know how special you are. That will
never happen again. I am committing myself to be the best wife to
you that I can be. Whatever you say, I will listen to and obey. I
know you are very special and I will always love you. I'm ready to
begin a family if that's what you want. I want to have your baby.
We can start tonight if you want. I want to begin as soon as we can.
Please honey, forgive me. I will never stray from being your perfect
wife."

I was a bit taken aback by this. But it's what I wanted to hear. She
was committing herself to me. Even though I felt like her being with
Dante was really my fault she was asking me for forgiveness. I could
not help myself. I told her I forgave her. I also told her I would
love to start our family.

We made love that night and every night for the next week. I could
tell Sarah was a bit sore from her weekend with Dante. But she
begged me for my cum and my baby. She would say a prayer before she
went to sleep that God would give her my child.

About a month later we found out Sarah was pregnant. We had been
making love as often as possible. On the day we found out, my transfer
also came through and I was moved to the consulting team. I was
ecstatic and Sarah seemed happy. The doctor and Sarah figured out
when we conceived and it had to be on one of the first nights we made
love.

Sarah kept her word and was the perfect wife. Even when she had
morning sickness I would come home from work and find the house
spotless and my dinner on the table.

Sarah continued to make love with me whenever I was in the mood.
Sometimes she would be doing the dishes and I would just hold her
from behind and pull aside her panties or pull them off. She would
hold onto the counter and bend over and I would fuck her until I came
in her. I was in heaven.

Even when Sarah was close to delivering she did her best to be my
perfect wife. I was never so happy. Then the day came that she went
into labor and we went to the hospital. Members of both of our
families showed up to be there and see the new born baby.

I helped Sarah through the delivery as best I could. When the baby
came out black I knew what had happened. I didn't know what to do
or how to feel. The doctor gave the usual speech about a recessive
gene. Sarah's sister was in the room and told the families that the
baby had dark skin.

The Doctor and nurses were tending to Sarah. She was worn out from
the delivery.

She got to hold the baby briefly. She cried and said she loved her
baby. The doctor said it would be awhile before she could have
visitors.

I decided I needed to go for a walk and sort out my feelings. I went
to the waiting room and my mother gave me a hug. My father shook my
hand but there was a question on his face that he could not ask. I
told everyone that Sarah was fine but it would be an hour or more
before she could see anybody. Her mother objected. I gave her a hug
and said give her some time.

I then walked out. My younger brother followed me. When we got
outside he said, "So what happened? Did Sarah go rogue or what?".

That pissed me off. I said, "Get out of here! You don't know what
is going on in our lives. You don't know anything." and I stormed
off.

I cooled down on my walk. I decided that Sarah really loved me and
I would be the best dad I could be. It bothered me a lot that our
new baby, Patrick, was not mine. But Patrick deserved a good dad
and if Sarah was committed to me, I would be committed to be a good
dad to him.

There was a lot of strife and confusion in our family. But Sarah and
I presented a strong commitment to our marriage and child. We never
told them what happened. Our dads both had a little trouble with
the situation. But it did not matter to us. Eventually they both
played the roll of grandpa to the best of their ability.

Bob looked at me and said, "That's my story."

End of Part 3

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