Had he blown it? By admitting that he loved her, had he blown his control over her? Jack dropped the sheaf of papers onto his desk in disgust. The question had been nagging at him all morning. He'd said those three magic words the day before in a moment of weakness, at a time when he felt warm and secure and loved. Yet it was the truth. He did love Kelli again. He loved her for all the reasons he'd loved her before her affair. And he loved how she was putting her all into pleasing him now, the way she was working to save their marriage, the way she went along with all of his whims, no matter how shocking or depraved. She'd given him barely a hint of reproach at his methods; an amazing feat considering how straitlaced she'd been for so long. For someone to change so much, so quickly, you just had to love that.

He loved her again, but he hadn't said he'd forgiven her yet. She'd be wanting and waiting for that. Yet, over the weekend he'd realized that he wouldn't be able to forgive her in just two weeks. Forgiveness would be a longer time coming. But he didn't want her to know that. He still had fantasies he wanted to fulfill, and she had to believe that the possibility of forgiveness was still there, or else she'd call a halt to the whole thing. She still needed an incentive to participate. Especially with the stuff he had planned.

He knew he was being an asshole. But she had been an asshole to him, having an affair with that prick. He could, at least, begin to rationalize it that way. At least for a few more days, until he'd explored all his fantasies and their two-week experiment was over.

But had his declaration of love given her the impression that he would be softer with her? It might, he admitted, given his performance that morning. The morning had started as usual, with her awakening him with a soft and tender blow job. After she started his shower, washed him down, dried him and attended to getting him dressed, they'd adjourned down to the kitchen for his morning coffee. Rather than tromp back upstairs for her daily spanking, he'd sent her into the living room to await his arrival. But when he entered the room, he paused at the sight before him. Kelli crouched on hands and knees on the ottoman, completely naked, her ass pointing directly at him. Where he normally would walk in and proceed to pinken her pale ass, this time he just admired the round firmness of her ass cheeks, the dark promise of her crack, and the delicate seductiveness of her pussy lips, the twin mounds just begging to be parted. He'd wondered whether Western Civilization's emphasis on missionary fucking was a real mistake. To him, nothing was more appealing and enticing than a full set of pussy lips beneath a nice, taut ass. It was raw animal appeal mixed with simple, open submission.

Which might explain why, instead of spanking her, he approached from behind, knelt down, and stuck his tongue as deeply into her pussy as he could, eating her out with the passion of a starving man. He licked the outside, probed the inside, and left a trail of spit and juices to run freely down her legs. He was strangely excited by the limited access the position afforded him. While he couldn't quite reach her clit, it was fun to cram his tongue deep into her. And whenever he grew bored with that, he only had to touch his tongue to the tight rose of her asshole to make her squirm with pleasure. He'd stopped before bringing her to a powerful orgasm, though he was sure that she'd had several minor ones along the way. But the tenderness and gratification that she'd experienced might have given her the wrong impression: that he was getting softer. And that, most definitely, was not the case.

He had to know if she was still giving her all, still following his instructions to the letter. He'd given her a long list of things to do that day to prepare for the evening's entertainment. Fortunately he'd set up a way to check on her progress.

After making sure that his office door was locked, he went to his computer and logged on to his secret video account. Connected to the camera he'd left running at home, this gave him a real time view of everything that went on in the living room area. By the schedule he'd given her, she should be vacuuming and dusting that room right about now. It took only a few moments for the screen to flicker to life as he sighed with relief. He had guessed right that she'd be in the room at that time. Most importantly, she was still following his instructions even though he wasn't there to check on her. Jack watched as she bustled about the room, carefully dusting every surface. Bare breasted, and wearing only black garters, stockings and high heels, she looked every inch like a slut maid from a porno movie. He inspected her naked ass as she bent over to straighten something, staring straight into the wet pussy he had so recently ravished. He watched her tits jiggle as she walked around the room, and felt his cock begin to harden as she stretched up to clean the bookshelves. When she finally disappeared from view, he had to fight the urge to call and order her to perform for him in front of the camera. Then she'd know for sure that he was spying on her. And besides, she had a lot of errands to run before they met again that evening.