"I couldn't sleep," she whispered back.

I sat down on the side of the bed and reached out to touch her arm through the sheet. I asked, "Are you worried about something?"

She squirmed away from me. "Please, don't touch me right now. We need to talk."

"Sure, Nancy, what's the problem?"

"I'm the problem," she sobbed. "There's something wrong with me."

"Oh, Nancy, whatever it is, we can face it together. Tell me."

Forgetting her request, I rolled to lie beside her and put my arm around her.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" she yelped, pushing me away.

"OK, I'm sorry," I said, scooting back from her.

I was lying on my side, and I propped my head up with my arm, digging my elbow into the bed.

"I won't touch you, I promise. Now talk. What's wrong with you?"

"I'm going to have to leave you."

"What? Where are you going? How long will you be gone?"

"Forever," she moaned.

"You mean you're dying? Are you sure? Can't we do something about it?"

"No, I'm not dying, but I wish I was."

"You're not making any sense. What's this all about?"

"I'm BAD. I'm EVIL. I can't be your wife any more."

"Nancy, I love you. I don't believe you are evil. If you've done something bad, then I will forgive you. Just tell me what you've done that you think is so bad."

"It's not just what I've done. It's what I am, and what I will do."

"Come on! What you are is my beautiful wife. What you will do is love me so long as we both live."

"NO! What I am is a SLUT! What I will do is fuck any man that wants to go to bed with me."

Neither of us said anything for a while.

I finally ventured, "Something happened here tonight, didn't it? Did you go to bed with any of the guys?"

"Nooo, but I wish I had. I wanted to fuck all three of them. If you hadn't called I would have fucked all three of them. After you called I told them to go home, but as soon as they left I wished they hadn't. I've been lying here for the last two hours frigging myself and imagining that they were all fucking me, over and over again. I need to fuck them so bad! I need it, and I'm going to have it. I'm going to fuck Bob. I'm going to fuck Tom. I going to fuck Pete. I'm going to fuck and fuck and keep on fucking. I'm going to fuck every man I can get my hands on."

"Stop it, Nancy! You're just over stimulated right now. You're not a slut. You haven't been fucking other guys. You're just having some crazy thoughts tonight."

"YOU'RE NOT LISTENING! I almost fucked all three of them tonight. I let them strip me nearly naked. I let them suck my tits and shove their fingers up my cunt. They made me come and come and come. I wanted to fuck them so bad! If your fucking phone call had come two minutes later I would have already been fucking one of them, and I wouldn't have answered the phone. And I wouldn't have stopped fucking until they all fucked me as many times as they could."

"But it didn't happen. You sent them home."

"I'll never make that mistake again. The next time I get a chance I'm going all the way. And believe me, I'm going to see to it that I get that chance real soon. I tell you, I'm evil. And I intend to be as bad as I can be."

"So I suppose you think I'm perfect? You think you're so evil that I won't have anything to do with you? I'll tell you who's really bad. I fucked another woman just the other day. Yeah, you're just talking about it, and I went out and did it. Now who's bad and who's good?"

"So, you fucked one woman. I plan to fuck a hundred men. I'm a slut, and I'm evil."

"Oh, yeah? I've got two more women I plan to fuck in the next two weeks, and I don't intend to stop there. If you're a slut, then I'm a slut, too."

"That's stupid! Men can't be sluts."

"Men sure can fuck around. And I don't see any difference between a man that fucks around and a woman that fucks around."

"You're just saying that. I don't believe you. You aren't having an affair. I'd know it if you were."

"I didn't say it was an affair. I fucked her once for ten minutes. We wanted to keep going, but she was afraid her husband would come home and catch us, and I was afraid you'd get suspicious if I was gone too long."

"You mean that? You really did fuck somebody else? Recently?"

"Yes, I really did."

"I'm not going to believe it unless you tell me who and when."

I stopped a minute to collect my thoughts. We got into this because she thought she was bad and I was good. She was planning to leave me because I was too good for her. What if I went too far, and convinced her I was too bad for her? No, the way she was talking that didn't seem likely.

"OK, you wanted to fuck Bob tonight, right?"

"Oh, yeah, I still do."

"Well, it was Bob's wife, Cindy."

"When was it, and why didn't I know it happened?"

I gave her an evil grin. "Because you thought I was playing poker."

Her jaw dropped, and I plunged ahead.

"I'm sure Bob wanted to fuck you tonight, didn't he?"

"OH YEAH!" she groaned.

"If he had succeeded, do you think Cindy would have known?"

"Who else do you plan to fuck?"

"Tom's wife, and Pete's wife, for starters. Then, if you fuck any other married men, I'm going to try to fuck their wives, too."

"OH MY GOD!"

"And then there's one other woman I want to fuck. ... I want to fuck my horny, slutty, wife. I want to fuck her and fuck her and fuck her."

"So, what are you waiting for," she asked, throwing the sheets off her body and spreading her legs.

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