The Life of a Three-Way Marriage, All to Herself (Pt. 3)

Chapter 9. Blackout

After last night's tricks I woke up bemused by Isabella's actions, wondering if it was all just a manipulative trick.

I had made so many excuses for her behaviour over the months that I hadn't sat and thought about all the times I had caught her all over my Husband.

I took myself back to months before where many times I realised it was me who had started this adventure but the end of that adventure seemed so close. The sex, however, was just heavenly.

I would once watch her suck his cock and get wet and now my mind would often go into overdrive; I didn't feel comfortable with this arrangement anymore.

There was something about the way Isabella was acting recently that made me feel off, I just couldn't pin point what. I felt stupid and I was unsure of what was right and wrong in my head, every time I doubted her she would give a look; or say something that made me doubt myself. Last night was different and I had finally convinced myself that they wanted each other.

With last night still boiling under my skin, I now knew Isabella was a game player but I just wasn't sure of what the game was.

All I could think of was how Isabella wanted him and how he would look at her; I decided to play a little game. I took Isabella's phone when she was showering and quickly messaged my Husband. I impersonated Isabella and texted asking for us to explore Rome tonight, alone.

I already knew what his response to the text would be. I could feel the anger filling me inside but before he could reply, Isabella walked into the room; I was caught with her phone.

I told Isabella I was messaging my Husband for fun hoping he could walk into the room and see me and her playing. Isabella clearly didn't believe me as I didn't even believe myself. She had caught me off guard. What was happening to me?

Isabella quickly messaged him again explaining that she was joking; so I tried a different tactic. I decided to suggest that they both stay in for a couple of hours whilst I go and have a look around Rome, I told them I would try to find us someone sexy to spend the night. Of course there was more to this suggestion, I figured I would simply never leave and stay in and wait, as I wanted to hear what they spoke of, and I wanted to see if he would fuck her.

It just wasn't right. We had always agreed on no sex when the other person wasn't there, unless they were shortly expected home. This was part of the fun pretending to catch them as they start. It had always seemed more like cheating to both of us if we just wait for the other person to go out so we can fuck.

As the evening grew closer, I was finishing getting ready pretending to leave when Isabella walked in to speak to me.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" she said.

I was a little puzzled by this question but assumed she was talking about going out alone in a foreign place. I brushed it off and replied,

"Of course."

As I kissed my Husband at the kitchen door, Isabella walked over to me and kissed my cheek. She flashed me a sexy look and I suddenly felt guilty but turned on at the same time.

After a brief moment she turned and said goodbye. I walked to the front door of the hotel room, opened it quickly whilst making sure to shout goodbye and then swiftly moved into the bedroom.

The bedroom was not the best choice of room considering they were alone, I was certain they would end up where I was. I decided it would have to do for the time being so I slowly made my way to the crack of the door, being careful not to make any noise.

I could hear Isabella giggling like a little girl. I used to find the laugh sexy but right then I knew she was laughing at my Husband without me.

As I approached them I noticed they had moved to the living area, so I crossed the hall to look around the living room door. I saw it was open and I could see Isabella sat next to him with her legs open. She was rubbing the top of her thigh and biting her lip. Suddenly she moved her head towards the door so I quickly moved.

I look back around slowly but Isabella was still looking at him, now his hand was firmly on her pussy and I could hear him saying something but I'm not quite sure what.

She has put music on in the background and the speech isn't clear, so I try to move closer. I knew I could be seen if I wasn't careful, so I waited for her to climb on top of him. My blood at this point is boiling and I want to kill the bitch. I felt as if my whole life was ending.

After waiting for what felt like ages, I slowly push my head around the door and I hear what I think is my Husband shouting, "I love it, get me off bitch!"

I see red and my whole world shatters in seconds. Just the thought of him with another woman shouldn't hurt me, it's the lifestyle we chose, but he has broken the sanctity of our marriage.

I start to scream and cry inside, I don't know where to run, I don't know what to do. Should I burst in confronting them, or should I go out and pretend that I have seen nothing? I could feel my stomach turning as I started to feel physically sick, my head pounding with thoughts of hate spiralling around inside. Within a second I made my decision and then... I blacked out.

"I was hoping you would do that, not here but better now than never."

Those were the first words I could hear being gently spoken to me as I finally came around. I hadn't passed out. I just wasn't fully coherent with what was around me.

"What," I replied, dazed and confused.

I looked down at myself, I was covered in blood, fresh, wet, dripping blood. I let out a scream, my mouth quickly covered by Isabella.

"What happened?" I ask her before calling out my Husband's name, but I get no response so I quickly look for answers from Isabella.

"Where is my fucking Husband?" I angrily ask her. She looked at me, not with hate or pain or sadness or fear. No. She looked at me with slight confusion and complete contentment.

"Why are you fucking smiling?" I asked her, my voice trembling with anger and slight confusion.

"Do you really not remember?" she said with an odd look on her face.

"You literally just stabbed your fucking Husband to death for apparently fucking me behind your back," she had continued as she looked at me and laughed.

I responded in shock. "What?" I began.

"No, I couldn't and wouldn't have. I love him, why would I?" I was starting to panic.

"No it was you, you're lying to me, and why the fuck are you laughing?" I started to break down as I asked her.

I will always remember the moment she looked at me straight in the eyes and smirked, that sexy you-want-me-to smirk and said, "I finally have you all to myself."

I didn't know what to think. She wanted my Husband, right? So many thoughts and questions in my mind that I felt I needed answers to but I did not ask. It seemed I didn't need to as she began to tell me anyway.

Isabella explained from the moment she had met me she was fixated with me and not my Husband. All of the times I had caught her dressed as me were not because she wanted to take my place with my Husband. It was because she wanted to know what it felt like to look as sexy as me. She wanted to see how my Husband looked at me and she wanted to know if it was the same way she looked at me.

Her stare quickly changed at this point to something I hadn't seen before. She looked like somebody I didn't know and she wasn't just angry, she looked like a psychopath and she said,

"It wasn't the same."

She stared right past me as she said this and I felt a shudder run through my body. Still covered in blood and very confused, I started to feel scared and I started to panic.

"No, no, baby," she said before she continued, "That's why I needed to make you think it was him I wanted, and that he wanted me right back."

I looked at her menacingly before she carried on, "I knew that was the only way you would leave him but then I saw the anger in you, and the potential for so much more, so I left you alone tied to the bed and I took him out."

She briefly stopped talking before carrying on.

"Then I knew you would stay in and think that we would be fucking tonight. I know you so well baby but you don't seem to know your Husband. I warned you, I warned you, didn't I?"

What did she mean she warned me? She continued, "I asked you if you wanted to do this, you said yes, and I respected that and then I came on to him, but he pushed me off and told me he loved you, but he didn't love you, not as I do."

I felt sick and she just kept talking, "I love you, baby, and we can be together properly..." I didn't let her finish.

"What the fuck!" I screamed in her face and she quickly stopped talking.

She gaslighted me to believe my Husband wanted her, making me think they were planning time together away from me and why? So I would leave him for her, like somehow killing him was a better option? No.

Killing him, my Husband, my beautiful, handsome, smart, loyal Husband... I killed him. I sat and simply sobbed, the tears running down my body and mixing with his blood. I wept like a baby for what felt like an eternity but was probably only a few minutes.

"I need to see him," I told her as I quickly stood and began to move to the living room. She grabbed my arm and looked at me with angst but not for me, for herself.

"Now we will be together," she said.

"I need to see him," I quickly responded and I shrugged her off before running to the living area.

As I saw him lying there face down in one of my favourite shirts I wept again and as I crumbled to the floor, I held him in my arms and rocked him like a baby. I felt such remorse, such regret, and at that moment I didn't want to live.

Chapter 10. At our discretion

After a short while, Isabella joined me. She lifted me off the floor and looked at me but this time with sincerity and a hint of remorse that soon disappeared as she said, "We need to clean this up so just leave it to me. I know what to do."

Those words still ring through my head today, like he was just rubbish or spilt milk but he was so much more. Then I heard the sentence again as I repeated her words back in my mind, "I know what to do," and I had to ask, so I did.

She replied with a smirk and said, "Don't worry, the less you know the better," she continued. "Tomorrow we go home so go and shower, get some rest, and I will join you later baby."

How was she so calm and so collected? She was so convinced we would be sleeping together like a normal couple later, was she fucking crazy? I think we had already established that she was but what did that make me, a murderer? That's all I was.

I had killed the love of my life and I still didn't fully know why. I had blacked out and all I remembered was hearing them fucking. I obviously had not heard correctly however and now it all added up.

Her game was a game that I was not ready to play. I was having brief flashes of screaming and seeing his face, his scared face but then nothing. She would know, Isabella would know but I had questions.

I went running out to her but then I froze something stopped me. I don't know what but then like fate she walked in.

"I need your clothes," she said as she stared at me with that sexy look in her eyes, waiting for me to strip.

I suddenly felt shy and dirty. I didn't want to undress but I knew I had to.

After I had removed my clothes, I began to ask her how it happened. She slowly explained that I must have gotten the knife from the kitchen, and when I came in, I had been filled with rage.

I had then started screaming at my Husband and just leapt towards him with the knife, stabbed him six times; three times in the chest, once in the abdomen, once in the arm, and once in his face.

His face, how could I stab him with such brutality? I was suddenly sick at the thought in my mind and all I could think was, at least I couldn't remember it all but one thing still bothered me, why hadn't I stabbed or threatened Isabella?

I quickly asked her this and her response was quick and simple. "You obviously knew deep down that we were meant to be."

I didn't know what to think anymore. How is that possible after what I have done? She took the clothes she had come for and quickly left.

"Take your time, gorgeous," she said as she walked out of the bathroom.

Stepping into the shower I silently cried as I stood and watched the blood drip from my fingers running down my body I watched it wash away, the last thing at that moment I felt I had of him was washing down the drain. I wept and wept until I couldn't cry anymore and then I went numb.

As I stepped out of the shower and slowly dressed in nearby clothes Isabella had put by, I looked at my reflection in the mirror and I felt nothing, nothing at all.

Walking out of the bathroom I realised I must have been a while as Isabella had already left. She didn't occupy any room and the place fell silent. I didn't want to go into the living room, so I just made my way to the bedroom and climbed into bed. I just wanted to forget, I just wanted to forget, I just wanted to forget. I repeated this in my mind until I finally fell asleep, it hadn't taken long and I was exhausted from the day's unfortunate events.

I awoke at 2:23 AM, noticing the clock on the bedside table, to a familiar sensation under the sheets. I lifted them up to see Isabella playing with my pussy. Her hands were firmly placed on my parted legs holding them down so I couldn't move.

Her tongue was slowly flicking at my clit, whilst her fingers slowly slid inside my pussy with one in my ass. I put my head back and began to moan, thrusting my pussy in my half-awake state. I began to grind on her face until I started to cum, at which point I devastatingly realised that I had killed my Husband.

I quickly pushed myself back down on the bed and told her to get out. She looked confused as she began to softly approach me.

"Get the fuck out of here now!" I screamed at her and turned over still numb.

She left the room slowly and I could hear the anger and sadness in her breathing but when she walked out of the door she stopped and whispered to me.

"Your pussy tastes even better now I know it's only mine."

I sat up with fire inside about to scream at her but she had already left the room. I sat there rocking, I was furious and I wanted to kill her but I had done enough of that today, that was my sick witty thought of the day. I Got up and paced around, heavily breathing I didn't know what to say or do but this feeling, this feeling I had inside had to give now I just couldn't handle it.

I ran out the bedroom shouting her name, she was in the living room but without thought I ran into her.

She was lay on the floor where he had been lay, the love of my life and she was just playing with herself. I saw red. Grabbing her hair, I started swinging her around the room. I threw her to the sofa before climbing on to her and squeezing her throat.

Staring back into my eyes there was that sexy smirk again and she vaguely spoke, "I've been waiting for a bit of rough."

I pushed a little harder and felt her hand slide up her leg as she began to play with herself, "What the fuck are you doing?" I said to her but she didn't respond, she just carried on.

I let go of her throat and grabbed her hands, getting on my knees as she struggled to get back to her pussy. She started opening her legs in my face, her perfect pussy just sitting there. As she began to thrust it in my face, I saw it pulsate and I couldn't help myself—full of shame, anger, and despair, I still needed her pussy.

I licked and flicked at her clit, pounding her pussy with my hand the other hand now playing with her tits, before she squirted everywhere. I just stood up, still numb, and told her to get out of my sight.

"Yes, mistress," she spoke as she stood up whilst pulling her nightdress down.

Leaving the room she looked back and said, "I knew we would be good together. I've been waiting for this day a long time."

I said nothing, ignoring her completely I lay down and finished myself off. I blocked out the bad and just thought of the good and I didn't want to cum to Isabella tonight. I just wanted him but he wasn't here.

Lying next to his spot on the floor, I rubbed until I felt his body on mine again. I suddenly felt my pussy tingle and I just came everywhere.

Taking a taxi home, Isabella began discussing with me how we would explain my Husband's disappearance. It had been a long journey home and all I could think of was, where was he? What had she done with my Husband? I really didn't want to think about it now so I just turned to her to tell her and she seemed to already know.

"It's ok, leave it to me, baby. We don't have to talk about it now," she smiled.

She seemed to always know what I was thinking. "Soul mates, baby," she said again like she was me.

"I want to know," I said to her, even though I didn't.

I felt I had to know what the plan was. Isabella explained that people were already aware of my Husband's antics with other women. He liked to travel and wasn't short of cash so we simply say that he had suggested Rome because he had met someone online and planned to meet her and leave me for her. He had simply stayed in Rome.

It couldn't possibly work, surely? But she was right, his work colleagues always said they had been surprised he had settled down and not ran off to another country because of what he was like in his youth. He didn't know his Mum and hadn't spoken to his Dad for over fifteen years.

So this plan could work but how could I live with the guilt? I couldn't just settle down with the woman that made me want to kill my Husband could I? She was hypnotizing and enticing, she enthralled me with her need and want for me, her eyes, her body had become my drug. I didn't want her, I needed her but I despised her. Every bone in her sexy body I wanted to break but I couldn't. I just couldn't.

As she took my hand stepping out of the taxi, Isabella led me to the front door.

"Start our new life," she said.

To her it was like we had just moved house, I took her hand and walked through the door, I could smell him, I could see him everywhere. I froze and I realised to get through this I would need to act cold, with a good mixture of sad.

I needed to make people believe my Husband was a lying, cheating scumbag but that I was also upset, naturally of course.

"I want you to remove every trace of him from this home. If you can get rid of a body, you can get rid of his stuff," I said.

She looked at me, almost with excitement and replied, "Of course, mistress. Welcome back."

Chapter 11. Sex, Love and a murder cover up

A couple of months had passed since we returned from our murderous weekend, that night would often play over and over in my head but every time it did I would replace the thought with work in or out of the home.

On the first arrival from our trip I had asked Isabella to remove every trace of my Husband. I knew I wouldn't be able to cope with the guilt every day as it was, never mind having to see reminders of him everywhere looked, so that meant stripping the house entirely.

As the months had passed I had slowly started to redecorate and refurbish mine and Isabella's new home. Mine and Isabella's. That still didn't sound right but it didn't feel wrong either.

We had become almost inseparable since our return, the first few weeks had been tough and I had been a wreck. She had carried me around metaphorically on her shoulders just to take the weight. I don't know what I would have done without her. She had kept herself so collected, full of such poise like nothing had happened. I resented her for this a little at first but then I started to admire how easy she made it look.

My strength had started to return after this and although the thoughts were very much always there, it became easier to become the old me and it didn't feel like just an act. Isabella had thrown herself into the role of a new partner very quickly. It was safe to say she was definitely enjoying finding her feet and worshipping at mine.

The sex, wow, the sex became even hotter than it was before. Every touch, lick, look from this woman made me weak at the knees, she made me wet just watching her move around so sexy, so elegantly around my, our home.

Every night since our return she would run me a hot bath, put my favourite music on, and when I got out, she was always wearing something sexy and new, or nothing at all, sometimes my favourite. We had explored each other's bodies more in that time than we had ever at all when my Husband was alive.

The murder of my Husband had finally set me on a path to monogamy. Explaining to the family and friends was the hardest part for me but far easier to convince them than maybe I thought it would be.

They had always known my Husband had wandering eyes so the wandering hands didn't seem like such a shock to them. It bothered me a little that they didn't even act shocked out of respect for me but who am I to judge after what I did?

I still don't fully remember that day, as it is still very unclear and very fuzzy to me. The last thing I remember is listening to what I thought was them fucking, then I blacked out before coming around covered in blood.

The only reason I know what I did is because of Isabella, I was so angry at her at first, full of blame for what she had done to us, for what she made me do to my Husband but as the time had passed I began to realise she had made me do nothing. I had made the choice to kill him all on my own, even if I don't remember doing it. Without her, I would have confessed or maybe caused myself some harm a long time ago.

Although the guilt washes over me daily that I killed an innocent man, Isabella reminds me that he had tried to take the knife from me and stab me with it when I entered the room.

I, of course, didn't believe this at first but I did have cuts on my hands and across my one arm at the time so I eventually believed her. She had said she jumped on him and wrestled the knife from his hand and as it fell I stabbed him until he simply stopped breathing. She still wouldn't tell me where she had hidden his body, or how which she often reminded me was for the best. I wasn't sure but I understood why she said this.

Our new home nearly finished, me and Isabella lay back together on the sofa, wine in hand and feet up barely dressed, caressing each other's thigh.

That touch was heaven as we started touching slowly before she pushed my head down eagerly to her thighs.

"Lick my tight little pussy mistress, please," she softly said.

It was more of a demand than a request but I definitely didn't mind. Tasting every inch between her thighs I could feel her dripping down my face, making my way up to her tits I loved the way they bounced in my hand.

As I twisted and pulled my tongue eagerly over her clit I felt her ready to explode and just as she was about to cum so I stopped. I pulled off her with a smirk, begging me to carry on she squirmed with pleasurable pain and this just made me even more turned on.

"No, I cum first," I responded.

She liked this idea, I could see it all over her face and it didn't take long for her to make me do just that.

Although the sex had become even more adventurous than before, a connection had formed between me and Isabella. I already knew how she had fallen for me, she had made this very clear since that night especially, but I was beginning to fall in love with her.

How? Sex was one thing but I questioned how I could love a woman who had turned me against my Husband. Then, as always, I reminded myself that she was just the unlucky party who was caught in the middle.

The way I and my Husband lived our life, it was bound to happen at some point. I must have always had it in me but saying that he obviously had it in him as well going by the events of that night.

Walking through the door, I catch them both. "You fucking wanker, how could you?"

I mutter whilst continuing, "You said you wouldn't betray me. How could you?"

I shout and scream giving them little chance to respond. Isabella goes to approach me, "Stay fucking there, I will get to you," is my only response to her.

He looks at me with confusion, beginning to explain and mumble how I had it all wrong. The fire in my belly was now burning hot and he was the fuel. I started screaming and shouting back at him, waving the knife in my hand before suddenly I'm not holding it anymore. Then I wake up.

Shoving at Isabella eagerly trying to wake her up, she stirs and looks at me with excitement and says, "More fun, mistress?"

I say no and she sits up now confused and a little disoriented. I began to tell her about my dream. I wondered if it was more than that, if it was my memory starting to come back.

She looked a little taken back by this and for a second a flash of worry crossed her face but she simply responded.

"No, baby because at no point did you drop the knife until you had stabbed him."

A sense of relief washed over me and as I started to calm down I just kept repeating the same words in my head, just a dream, just a dream, just a dream.

Lying back down I turned to hold Isabella and began to fall back to sleep, but just as I was about to I realised what she had just said. My thoughts swirling in my mind, I didn't drop the knife until I had stabbed him? That's what she had said. So how had he tried to stab me?

Chapter 12. Love is death, murder is blind

After a few days of the same dream repeating over and over every time I closed my eyes. I started to notice just small details being added to each dream every night. I hadn't mentioned anymore to Isabella after that night I didn't know what to say, I was still confused by what she had said.

Maybe she had simply misspoken, or maybe I had not heard correctly? It was just a dream after all but yet it seemed more like a memory. I could smell, hear and feel like I was acting out my dream but of course I knew this wasn't at all possible.

What was possible was that this dream was actually a memory, a memory reflected through a dream and every night a new piece was beginning to appear to me.

The second night I had the dream after the knife had disappeared out of my hand I heard a gasp followed by an excitable laugh from Isabella...then I woke up.

The third night as I walked into the room in my dream. I recall hearing my Husband saying "No," then it skips to him being covered in blood.

Night four.

I was petrified of going sleep simply afraid of what my dream might uncover. I was scared and confused and Isabella had most certainly spotted this.

We hadn't fucked for a couple of days which was unusual for us and I could feel the stress just coming from her. Her sexy dark eyes turned to evil and pissed off, every door she closed had to bang and every response to something I said was quick and flippant. I tried not to let her bratty behaviour deter me from whatever it was these dreams were trying to tell me.

That night, as I lay down to sleep I felt my spine beginning to tingle, my palms began to sweat. I was nervous but I still didn't understand why.

What if these dreams are just guilt playing over in my mind? I didn't know what to do.

Should I confess? I thought it over in my mind and I couldn't shake off the same thought.

How can I confess to something I don't even remember doing? I would have to tell the police about Isabella and that just wasn't an option. She had helped me these last few months to find myself again. I will always love her for that.

My Husband started to shout, "No, Isabella. No."

Walking through the door I catch them both and shout with contempt, "I hate you. How could you do this to me?"

I continue, "Just fun you said. You said you wouldn't betray me. How could you?"

I whimper at them, giving them little chance to respond. She goes to approach me, "Stay fucking there, I will get to you," I rant at her.

He looks at me with confusion beginning to explain how I had it all wrong, the fire in my belly was now burning hot and he was the fuel. I started screaming and shouting back at him, waving the knife in my hand before suddenly, I'm not holding it anymore.

Quickly turning, I see Isabella holding the knife. "She is mine," she shouted before swinging for my Husband.

I tried to get in front, shielding my face with my hands and arms as she waved the knife like crazy—she started to panic.

"Oh baby, I'm sorry," she softly said to me before suddenly shouting at my Husband she said. "This is your fault!"

Before I could react she flew at him and plunged the knife into him several times... then I woke up.

Just a dream she had said but was it just a dream? It all started to make sense. The cuts on my arms, the blackout, it was the perfect opportunity for Isabella to spin a tale. That bitch had killed him, she had killed my Husband.

I had already seen her manipulative side and yet still I had fallen for her and let her dispose of my Husband like a dog. I let her make me believe I had killed him, he was gone and it was all her fault. No it was all my fault for suggesting this relationship, for thinking the life of a three-way marriage would be anything but messy and dangerous in the long run.

I looked over to her sleeping and remember whispering to myself, "Do I kill her? Do I call the police?"

I didn't know what to do, I was already confused but now I was full of everything dark. I was at rock bottom and I began to rock myself back and forth, until daylight finally set in and I simply became numb.

I took myself to the shower—no thoughts anymore, just darkness in my mind. I began to act over those next few months like a robot, set in my routine day in day out.

Work, social life, sex, all I felt was darkness but nobody seemed to notice, nobody that was except for Isabella. She was almost functioning the same but even in my robotic state, I knew she was playing the game. I didn't want to play I just wanted to forget until that night she approached me and said,

"What is the worry, mistress?"

With that glint of evil in her eye before continuing, "I know you know." She just stared at me with that same smirk she had always given me as she said those words, she made my spine tingle.

How do I respond, do I lie? I had made my choice and I responded to her, "Yes, I know."

We had finally come to heads, I was still in that dark place and I knew it was going to be hard but I was tired. I was sick of going on as nothing had happened like we hadn't done anything wrong.

"I know it was you. You killed him then you lied to me when you realised I couldn't remember anything. You're sick in the head!" I screamed at her.

All of the months and months of stress, paranoia and torment both before and after my Husband had been killed was finally coming out. I relayed to her the months of knowing deep down that she was crazy, knowing I shouldn't have fallen for that sexy charm. So I told her.

"The love of my life is dead because of you. I played my part but you put the knife in him."

I looked at her with rage and continued, "You took him away from me just to have me all to yourself. You're an evil crazy bitch."

I couldn't stop. I was erratic, the months of pain and my emotions finally coming out. Isabella just looked at me with a smirk. She didn't even try to defend herself.

I ranted on for what felt like hours before finally asking her, "Why Isabella?"

I had no response at first. She just picked up her keys, walked over to her coat, and as she walked out of the door, she simply said,

"Why not?"