Belinda’s Story

Belinda’s Story — Chapter 1

By: LewdLuke

I want to introduce myself and give you an idea of my sexual history. My story might be better understood if you know a bit about me.

My name is Belinda Louise Carter. I am a wife who has cheated. I was born in 1981 and that makes me forty years of age at the time of this writing. I have been married for twenty-one years. I stand five feet, seven inches tall and I weighed in at a hundred and eighteen pounds this morning. My body is in good shape and I think of my figure as shapely slim. Nothing is too big, but then nothing is too small either. I stay in shape by playing tennis and swimming. My husband and I also ride bicycles when weather and time permit.

My hair could be called auburn, but it has more red in it than I like. I wear it at the length that my husband prefers. It’s longer than I like, but it makes a nice ponytail that hangs to the middle of my back. When I put it up and wear heels, I can appear to be long-necked and near six feet tall.

My eyes are a very light blue and they are too big for my face. My father always told me that they made me pretty. He said, “There is nothing in the world like a big-eyed girl.” My skin is the alabaster white common to redheads but without the freckles.

My husband says that on a scale of one to ten I am at least a twelve in the looks department. That of course, is bullshit and reflects his bias. When I look in the mirror, I see a six, and when I get all dolled up I can be a seven or maybe a weak eight. Still, I have always drawn looks and flirts from the men around me. Propositions come less often than they used too, but I still get them now and again. Up until a little over a year ago, I refused all of them. Let me say that again. I refused all of them for twenty years.

Let me talk about my husband now. Robert Lee Carter (Bob or Bobby to his friends, Bobby Lee to his mother) has been the love of my life and my mate since my junior year of high school. He was a senior and we began dating just in time for him to take me to my junior prom.

He is six feet, two inches, and about two hundred twenty pounds. He was a bit lighter, but still a pretty boy in high school. He is more handsome now in a more mature and masculine sense. He has hair the color of a raven’s wing and eyes that are as dark as midnight. His color must come from an American Indian ancestor buried somewhere in the woodpile of his heritage. His body is in good shape too, but his build is thicker than mine with well-defined muscle.

His square jaw, dimpled chin, and radiant smile get him high marks on that one to ten scale of looks. He gets a twelve from me and it rises to fourteen if he goes without shaving for a couple of days. If he is wet from the shower and has that special twinkle in his dark eyes, it goes to sixteen. I think you can see that I too have some bias. I get wet sometimes just thinking about him even after all our years together.

He draws his share of smiles and flirts from other women too. As far as I know, he has always brushed them aside and remained faithful, with the exception of one time. He did have a short affair about ten years into our marriage. I will speak of this later, but please don’t think it had anything to do with what I have done. I cheated for purely selfish reasons. I wanted the experience of having sex with at least one man other than Bobby. Understand, that had never happened before in my whole life and I could see my fortieth birthday looming on the horizon. I carefully planned to cheat and then I executed my plan.

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Now, let me tell my story.

I had just turned eighteen and was approaching the end of my junior year in high school. I had been a late bloomer, but my body had developed to the point where I had become a young woman with all the curves and protuberances in the right places. I was an adult, but I still couldn’t think of myself as such. My body had morphed nicely and the young men had started to notice me. I was just beginning to develop some self-confidence.

It was a warm spring Saturday in late February. I was dressed in tight jeans, penny loafers with white bobby-sox, and a white halter-top. My hair was done up in a simple ponytail. I was sitting in the local Dairy Queen restaurant sipping on a soda with two of my girlfriends. I don’t remember what we had been talking about, but it was probably boys, sex, and other things that none of us knew much about.

A bell attached to the main entrance door tinkled. I looked up to see Bobby and one of his friends come in. They were both beautiful. Bobby and I knew each other from school, but we had never interacted beyond what courtesy demands.

He and his buddy went to the counter and placed their orders. He finished his business there and then suddenly glanced my way. He caught me looking at him. The unbelievable happened. He smiled and winked at me.

I totally embarrassed myself reflexively. I know that I blushed a bright red as only a fair-skinned redhead can. I jerked my eyes away from his and the palms of my hands came together between my thighs. I squeezed my hands with my thigh muscles and squirmed in my seat as I experienced a powerful adrenalin rush. It felt like butterflies were doing combat in my tummy.

When I looked up, Bobby was halfway to our booth and walking straight at me with a defined swagger. He still had that confident grin on his face. He had definitely seen me react to his wink. One of my girlfriends noticed what was happening. Under the table, she put her hand on my leg just above my knee and squeezed to reassure me.

Bobby walked up and said, “Hi, Belinda. I was hoping to see you today.” He introduced his friend to all of us and then continued talking to me. He said, “Would you sit with me for a minute. I have something to ask of you.”

He took my hand and pulled me to my feet. He instructed his wingman to entertain my friends for a few minutes and then led me away toward a secluded booth in the rear of the dining room. He had never given me a chance to answer him one way or another. I just stumbled along behind him. He deposited me into the booth next to the wall and then slid in beside me so that I couldn’t escape.

To make a long story short, he asked me to the senior prom. I, of course, acquiesced. Somewhere, I found the composure to inform him that the junior prom was coming up too.

He smiled and said, “We can do that too.” He kissed me. It was just the lightest of pecks on my cheek. I remember even now how it burned. It felt as if high voltage electricity had arced between us.

We were an item after that and life went on. I gave him my virginity sometime in the late summer of that year. That was both a special event and a disappointment to me at the same time. I did get the thrill of having a hard cock find its way inside me for the first time. What a rush that was. Bobby had no control. He erupted before he was all the way inside me. I didn’t cum with him. I didn’t cum at all until after he took me home and I brought myself to orgasm so that I could sleep. He had promised to do better.

We read the books, watched the movies, and experimented with each other. Fetish blogs on the web gave us more education than we probably needed. We tried anything that sounded like it would be fun. Everything sounded like fun to us.

We taught ourselves how to please each other. We learned and things got better. Things got much better. In a period of a few months, we were fucking like young monkeys. I couldn’t get enough of him. We had sex two or three times a day when we could but always two or three times a week. We always used protection, but I got pregnant anyway. I found out for sure just before my senior prom. I was just starting to show at graduation, but my gown hid the fact.

My biggest fear was what my father might do when he found out. When the time came for my parents to know, my older sister, Jean, went with us for support. Bobby and I snitched off on ourselves. My mother went into shock and just sat in her chair. She remained quiet. My dad came to me, gathered me into his arms, and held me. I let him hold me and I cried. I knew everything was going to be all right.

He said, “Your mother and I will always love you, Baby Girl.” Then he asked, “Have the two of you decided what you want to do now?”

I thought about how lucky I was that my dad liked my Bobby. I said, “Dad, we do love each other. There has never been any doubt that we want to keep the baby. Bobby has asked me to marry him.” I paused and continued, “That’s what we both want.”

Dad said, “I’m going to pretend I don’t know about the pregnancy and my part will be to write a proper check at the proper time for a proper wedding.” A moment later, he said, “You know, I could be kind of happy about this. You are both adults and I’m going to have a grandchild sooner than I thought I would.”

My mother and my big sister offered to plan the wedding. It was to be a very small event attended only by family and a few very close friends.

My dad kissed my forehead and let me go. I went to Bobby and hugged him. I experienced such relief at how my parents had taken the news. It felt like the weight of the world had been taken off my shoulders. I whispered in Bobby’s ear, “You need to take me somewhere and fuck my brains out.”

It took two hours to separate ourselves from my family comfortably, but then Bobby took me to his apartment. Bobby had been out of school and working for a year, but he had just moved out of his parent’s home. I hadn’t seen the apartment before. I was excited about it. It was going to be our first home together.

We arrived at the apartment and Bobby carried me over the threshold even though I wasn’t his bride yet. We were naked, giggling, and wadded up together in his bed before I had a chance to check the place out. I guided him to lie on his back and I lay on his chest as we kissed. Our mood became more serious. I could feel his cock as it swelled and became hard between us. I wanted it in my mouth.

Oral was one of the things we learned from the web. I couldn’t believe Bobby wanted me to suck his dick when he first asked me to do it. I thought nothing could be more repulsive. Now a month later, I want it in my mouth. I love the taste and the scent of it. It excites me. I hadn’t learned to deep throat him yet, but I was working on it. I had let him cum in my mouth several times. He loved that. He would hold my head and fuck my mouth slowly while it happened. After I did that for him and he recovered, it seemed like he could fuck my pussy forever. That’s the part I liked the most.

Oral the other way was nice too. His face would get wet with my juices as he sucked and licked my clit. I could cum so easily for him. It was especially nice when he put a finger inside me and touched that place they call my G-spot. I hadn’t even known that existed a month before.

I found his prick with my hand and held it while I slid down his belly. He knew what was about to happen and he made it easy for me. I sucked the head of his sweet cock into my mouth and washed it lavishly with my tongue. The moaning noises that he makes turn me on too. He began to fuck me. He held me and pushed a bit deeper with each stroke. He got to the top of my throat and I tried to take him deeper. I choked and gagged. He tried to pull out of me, but I stopped him before he escaped completely.

I held him in my mouth and sucked him. I looked up at him. He was watching me. I pulled away long enough to say, “Cum in my mouth for me, Bobby.” I sucked him for another few seconds before I gave him more instruction. I said, “Then I want you to fuck my pussy until I beg you to stop.”

I sucked him and loved his cock with my mouth. I felt his arousal escalate over the next minutes. I could feel his heartbeat in his cock. He began to get even bigger and harder. I had learned what this meant. I prepared myself for it and sucked him harder while I massaged his shaft with my hands. He filled my mouth with the sticky texture and the salty taste of his cum. It happened with four or five powerful spasms. I swallowed once, twice, and then a third time. I was getting better at this. At first, I had wanted to spit it out but, that is so messy. This way is so much better for both of us. It was also becoming easier for me to breathe through my nose. Now I don’t have to stop for breath. I can continue to suck him until he is completely finished. He likes that.

I felt his cock begin to go flaccid in my mouth. It was like a tire that was losing air. I allowed it to slip away from me. I crawled up his body and planted a knee on either side of his head. My pussy was literally dripping juice into his pretty face. He grabbed my hips and pulled me down as he rose to meet me. He licked my clit once and then sucked it into his mouth. I fucked his face. I bent over and held my balance by putting my hands on the mattress above his head. I fucked him a bit harder. He held my clit in his mouth and teased it with his tongue. He slipped a finger inside me. He found my G-spot easily now. He told me it was a rough spot about two inches inside the top of my channel. He knew exactly where it was. He touched it. A shiver ran through me. I fucked his face harder and a little faster. I felt an orgasm begin to build in my belly. I wanted it.

I had read about multi-orgasmic women too. I talked to a woman on the web who told me that was a learned ability. She said that my lover would have to have enough stamina and control to keep me stimulated long enough to let it happen. I wanted to learn how to do that and teach Bobby how to help me. I had two back-to-back orgasms once the week before. Bobby had helped me cum with his mouth and then just as I finished, he pushed his cock inside me and fucked me that way. I had the second one immediately. I resolved to make that happen again.

My orgasm overcame me. I rose up and used my hands to hold Bobby in place. I fucked his face so hard. He sucked me and finger fucked me. I came so very hard. I heard myself scream. My body announced my ecstasy to the whole world. I stayed at the peak of orgasm as long as I could, but then I started down from my high.

Bobby turned me over onto my back. He said, “Try to have another one. He buried his face again into my pussy. He sucked my clit and rolled it around in his mouth torturing it with his tongue. He fingered me. I had a second orgasm within a minute. It was harder and deeper and lasted longer. I thought I was going to die. I don’t know why I didn’t.

I stayed at my peak for a very long time, but this one too ended. I lay on my back. I was gasping for breath and trying to replenish the oxygen that my exertions had burned out of my blood. I had overused every muscle in my body. I reached between my legs and touched my swollen clit. I was still in a state of arousal to some degree. I had what I later learned to call a baby orgasm. My whole body shuddered at my touch, but it only lasted a few seconds.

Bobby crawled up over me on all fours and then he rose up vertically. He rested his cock in the valley between my tits. It felt heavy, hard, and hot. He had recovered his erection, as I knew he would. He could do that so quickly when we were young. I used my hands to wrap my boobs around him. He slowly titty-fucked me for a minute or more. It gave him something to do while I recovered. He chuckled and pulled away from me. He took his cock in hand and playfully slapped my nose and the cheeks of my face with it. I felt my Kegel muscles contract on their own.

He asked, “Where do you want this now, girl?” He was proud of his hard cock and he was showing off for me.

I acknowledged his strength and fed his ego by saying. “Fuck my pussy with it, Bobby.” I said, “Don’t make me beg, Sweetheart. Fuck me with it. Help me cum one more time.”

He stuffed me full of hard cock. There was some sweet pain involved, as I was overfilled. It felt so good inside my sloppy wet cunt. I hadn’t realized how empty I had felt before. I had been exercising my Kegel muscles. We had read about those too. I squeezed him tightly. I was getting better at that. He began to fuck me. I felt the stirring of a third orgasm. I wrapped my legs around him and locked my ankles behind him. I began to meet his thrust. We fucked each other. I let my pussy milk him. His thrusts were full of strength, authority, and emotion. I knew that this young man that I had been so infatuated with truly loved me. He was going to be a good father and love our child too.

I whispered, “Cum with me, Bobby. Cum inside me. You don’t have to worry. You can’t get me pregnant.” I laughed a little.

He chuckled then kissed me. He pounded my pussy. I came for him.

My third orgasm was not really a surprise because I had felt myself being excited several minutes before. It rose slowly to the surface with Bobby’s help, but then it totally consumed me with a sudden rush. I became lost in it. It was softer and gentler than the two earlier ones. Bobby had learned to read my body language. He knew I was cumming. He was loving me and fucking me softly. We kissed and his tongue found its way into my mouth. He continued to fuck me and I helped him. He couldn’t hit my G-spot with his prick unless I helped by finding the perfect position and the correct angle of penetration. What’s a girl to do? I helped him. I wiggled under him and moaned to enhance his arousal. I made it feel to him as if my pussy was trying to suck him deeper into my body. It was.

I enjoyed his orgasms and I had assumed he would cum with me. He didn’t. I reached that sweet point of exhaustion where I couldn’t go on. I collapsed under him. I expected him to beat his chest and yell like Tarzan to announce his victory over me. He didn’t do that either. He chuckled, continued to hold me, and fuck me. I relaxed, breathed when he let me, and let him use my body for his pleasure.

He supported most of his own weight but not all of it. He used enough of it to keep me pinned to the bed. He made me know he was in control. He fucked me with his long gentle strokes for such a long time. I enjoyed every second of it. The longer it went on, the better it felt. My pussy had been sloppy wet when we started and it stayed wet enough. He fucked me. It was so good. I was having baby orgasms back to back and hadn’t even realized it. My pussy tingled and my whole body quivered like jelly with each one. I was not in full control of my mind or body.

Bobby’s cock began to swell. That triggered something inside me. He was about to cum.

He whispered in my ear, “Have one more with me. I know you can.”

I wanted to help him. I squeezed him hard with my pussy and my legs wrapped themselves around him again. My arms were already around his neck and I pulled him down to share a kiss. I spread myself wider and surrendered completely to him. His breathing and rhythm changed. His strokes became short and jerky. He would pull about halfway out and then slam it back into me as deep as he could make it go. He would pause there to make his deposit. I could feel his cock throb as it happened.

My orgasm overtook me. I heard myself scream again. My body froze in place and then shook as if I was trying to imitate an Egyptian belly dancer. I came so hard. I closed my eyes so tight that I saw a thousand bright flashes of colored light. I quit trying to breathe and let Bobby fuck me. He fucked me hard. He hurt me. It was wonderful.

I remained at my peak as long as Bobby did and then we came down together. He collapsed on top of me and tried to roll away. I held him in place. I took all his weight and kept his cock inside me until he lost his erection completely. He slipped out of me and rolled to his back. I went with him and lay on his chest while we recovered.

That was our first mind-blowing simultaneous orgasm. It was my fourth orgasm for the night. I had doubled my previous record. I thought, “I’m a multi-orgasmic woman.” I giggled inside like the little girl that I really was. I realized that my pussy was going to be sore. He had made me sore before.

Bobby tried to go to sleep, but I didn’t let him. After resting for fifteen minutes or so, I got up to go into the bathroom. I took the time to take my first look around the place. This apartment wasn’t as nice as what I was used to. Bobby had only been living here for a few days and this was my first time to be here. I know his mother. She would have come here and cleaned everything while he was moving in. It looked to me as if nothing had been cleaned since. This was the first bad side of Bobby that I had ever noticed. I realized that he was spoiled rotten and was going to require a lot of training.

The place was very old. I would guess the neighborhood was eighty years of age or more. The building was wood framed with wooden siding. It was a three-room and a bath apartment built over a freestanding garage. It was at the end of a driveway and behind a house that would have been considered a medium-sized mansion when it was new. The apartment could be the old servant’s quarters.

We had entered from an exterior stair. As far as I could see, that was the only way in or out. I thought, “This is a poor design. It would be very inconvenient during bad weather or if you were carrying a load like a small child. It would be dangerous if there was a fire or if the steps were wet and slippery.”

The optimist and the realist in me took over. I knew that Bobby was working in a collision repair shop and was making about twenty dollars an hour. I wasn’t working, but I would start looking for a job right away. I couldn’t expect to make half what Bobby was. This apartment was probably all we could afford right now.

I caught myself smiling as I thought about living here with Bobby all the time. I started thinking about what a woman’s touch could do to brighten and dress the place up. I became so excited.

I took the small bag I had brought and went into the bathroom. It was a mess too. I gritted my teeth and did what I came in here to do. I tinkled and douched myself. I scrubbed my face at the sink and then turned on the shower. The water pipes vibrated and made a loud knocking sound, but they settled down after a few seconds.

I went back out into the bedroom and dragged Bobby out of bed. We showered together. That was a first-time experience too. Bobby tried to fuck me, but I put him off until later. We later made a habit of showering together and we fucked and sucked each other some of the time after we learned how to do it without getting hurt.

Bobby’s mother had stocked the refrigerator and the pantry, evidently. They were both full of things that I knew Bobby wouldn’t have thought of. The kitchen sink was another disappointment. It was full of dirty dishes.

Bobby found some paper plates and I made sandwiches for us. I also found Cokes and potato chips. We ate like the teenagers that we were.

The next crisis that we encountered was the bed. In the light, I could see that the sheets and pillowcases were nasty. I told Bobby that we had to change them. Bobby had only moved in officially two days ago, but he must have been sleeping here for a week or more. The sheets looked like he had come directly from his work and gone to bed without a shower. I thought, “More training will be in order.”

He said, “I don’t think I have another set of sheets.”

I replied, “Then we are going to have to wash these, or you are going to have to take me home. I’m not getting back in that bed as it is.” He looked at me like an errant puppy that had just been slapped with a rolled-up newspaper. I asked, “Is there a washer and dryer here?”

He answered, “Yes, they are downstairs in the garage, but I don’t know if they work or not.”

I pondered the problem for another moment. I said, “Bobby, your mother didn’t let you move in here without an extra set of sheets. Let’s find them.” We found two sets. Problem solved.

We spent our first night together in our apartment. A lot of water has passed under the bridge since then, but if we could be young again, I would happily move back into that cheap apartment with Bobby. Bobby got everything working and helped me repaint the place. I decorated it with colorful curtains and drapes. We hung cheap art on the walls some of which I produced myself. We made the apartment look nicer than it really was. We were very happy there. I had both our babies while we lived there.

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I want to skip along now and get to the point of this story.

Bobby worked his job at the collision center for two years after our marriage and he took several business courses at a local junior college. Then he took a chance. He rented space in a commercial/industrial center and set up his own shop. He furnished and equipped the place with borrowed money. Both my father and his cosigned a note for him. He hired two young men that he had worked with before. The three of them worked very hard and made the new business work. Bobby paid off his note over the next two years.

Bobby had twelve employees by that time and work kept coming in as his reputation for quality work spread. He had the opportunity to sign a contract with one of the big auto insurance companies and that insured a constant stream of work. He bought four acres of land at the edge of town and built a fifteen thousand square foot metal building. He set up a big shop. This was all done with borrowed money too, but he didn’t need a cosigner this time.

Bobby promoted one of his original employees to manage the old shop and he ran the new one himself. Both shops made money. The big one made a lot of money. Bobby was naturally frugal. He kept his taxes paid and used most of his profits to retire his note at an accelerated rate.

We bought our first house. It was a three-bedroom two-bath with a two-car attached garage. It was a tract house in a suburb and wasn’t anything special. To us and after the apartment it was a palace. I was able to quit work and stay home with the kids. Our oldest was four-and-a-half.

Another two years passed and Bobby set up another big shop in a town about twenty-five miles away from us. He commuted to run that shop while it went through its birthing pains.

After another year, Bobby bought the big house for me. It was built to our specifications. We had an architect and everything. It was on a site that was part of a country club development. Membership to the club was part of the deal and figured into the financial arrangements. That’s what rich folks were doing then.

The downside to this was our sex life became less important than it had been. We were both busy all the time. Truthfully, we had tried everything that we wanted to try and there is no way that the spark of new love can last for ten years. Bobby and I took each other for granted, and deep inside we were probably a little bored with each other.

In our tenth year, Bobby fucked-up. In fact, he fucked-up twice. He had a short affair with a cute little blonde trollop and then he let me find out about it.

The kids were nine and seven years of age then. They were both playing in our pool and Bobby was sitting at the garden table keeping tabs on them. I was watching through the kitchen window. I was nursing my first rum and coke of the day, as I completed some minor task that I don’t even remember now. We both used alcohol, but neither of us abused it. I rarely had more than two or three drinks in a day, and I didn’t drink at all most days. Bobby had a little more, but he is twice my size by weight. I had never seen him drunk.

He was talking on his cell phone. I decided to take him and the kids some lemonade. I put a pitcher and four glasses on a tray and carried it out to them. If Bobby wanted booze, he would tell me. I walked up behind him without being noticed.

My whole world changed right then. Too many things happened at once. I heard him say, “Okay, Sweetheart, I will meet you at Paco’s at eleven-thirty on Wednesday. I promise to fuck you silly and you can be home before five.”

Sarah, our baby girl, screamed. She had fallen on the stairs leading down into the shallow end of the pool. Bobby dropped his phone in the grass and ran to her.

I looked at my baby as I sat the lemonade on the table. She was already getting up and she wasn’t crying. She had just scared herself. I had seen this happen in the past.

I picked up the phone and put it to my ear. A woman was saying, “Bobby, Bobby, are you there, are you all right?” I could almost recognize the voice but not quite. I had heard it before. I looked at the call back number and it burned itself into my memory. I laid the phone back down in the grass without hanging up and went to my baby. Of course, she was okay.

Her daddy hugged her and straightened her water wings. She was back splashing and chasing her brother, Robert Jr., in less than a minute.

Bobby stood up and put his arm around me. I replayed in my mind what I had heard him say. He had made a date for eleven-thirty at Paco’s on Wednesday. He had promised to fuck her silly. Somehow, I maintained my composure. I said, “Sarah is okay. I brought you guys some lemonade.”

He called the kids out of the pool and we all walked back to the table together. Bobby retrieved his phone and ended his call under his breath. I poured for them and sat with them in the shade for just a minute before I made an excuse to go back into the house. I was in shock.

I called my big sister. While her phone was ringing, I thought back to the time when she had been the first person I called when I found out I was pregnant when I shouldn’t have been. She was only two years older than I was, but she had always been my person of choice to help me with my problems. She was always honest, never laughed at me, and always made right whatever was wrong. I could trust her.

She picked up and said, “Hello.”

I said, “It’s me, Big Sister. I have a problem.”

She replied with a question, “Why do you never call me unless you have a problem?” She was trying to make light of whatever was on my mind.

I answered, “This is way serious, Jean. Bobby is cheating on me.” She was quiet. I said, “You know what I mean. He has a fucking girlfriend and he’s fucking her.”

After another moment of quiet, Jean finally spoke. She asked, “Is this a fact or some silly assed suspicion that you have dreamed up?”

I said, “It’s weird that you used the word, silly. I just heard him promise to fuck her silly and have her home by five on Wednesday. Wednesday is the day after tomorrow.”

Jean said, “Make an excuse to get out of the house and come to me.”

I said, “I can be there in half an hour.” Then I added, “This is your cell phone. I assume you are at home.”

She replied, “I am at home and I am alone.”

I went out to Bobby and I didn’t lie to him. That seemed important for some reason. I asked him if he could watch the kids for a while and keep them from killing each other.

He laughed and asked, “What’s up?”

I said, “I just talked to my sister. She asked me to come to her house. She wants to discuss a problem with me.”

He chuckled and shook his head. He said, “Call me if you are going to be late. I can order pizza and feed the kids if you need me to.”

I said, “It’s already four o’clock. You should plan on doing that.” I had to force myself a little, but I kissed his cheek and said, “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

I crawled into my Lexus RX 350 that Bobby had bought for me on Mother’s Day. It was the nicest car I had ever owned and Bobby said that it was the world’s best soccer mom car. I thought, “He will buy me a car like this and then stick his dick in that whore.” I went to meet Jean. I had maintained my composure so far, but I broke down and cried as I drove. I pulled up in front of her house twenty minutes later. I had pretty well dried up and regained my composure by then.

Jean hugged me and then asked, “Are you okay?”

I just said, “No.” She offered me a drink, which I turned down. I said, “I had a shot of rum earlier. I probably should keep a clear head.”

She said, “Good girl. Now, tell me what you know.” I told her. She fished a pen and a scrap of paper out of her purse along with her cell phone. She said, “The first thing we need to do is identify the bitch. Write the number down for me.” I did so. Jean waved her phone at me and said, “If she has caller ID, she won’t recognize my name or my number. Maybe she will tell us who she is.”

Jean set the phone to speaker and dialed the number. The cunt picked up. She said, “Starr Equipment, Debbie speaking. How may I help you?”

I held up my hand and said in an almost silent whisper, “I know who she is.”

Slurring her voice a bit, Jean said, “Oh, I am so sorry. I must have dialed the wrong number. I must be a bit tipsy.” She hung up before Debbie could reply. Jean looked up at me and asked, “Well, who is she?”

I answered, “Oh hell, she is one seriously cute little piece of blonde and blue fluff. She is in her mid twenties, built like the proverbial brick shit house, and always dressed to the nines. She is a salesperson that calls on Bobby. I can’t remember what she is pushing, but it is probably high-dollar equipment if she works for Starr. She might be trading her pussy for a big commission on a lot of machinery.

Jean said, “We should be detectives.”

I couldn’t make myself laugh, but the world did look a little brighter to me. I said, “I know one other thing about her too. She is married.”

Jean laughed this time. She said, “Oh, that’s g-o-o-o-d.” A moment later, Jean asked, “What do you think we should do?”

I answered without hesitation, “I want to kill them both, and I want to do it before Wednesday.”

With the most sincere look on her face and without hesitation, Jean said, “You can kill the fluff if you want to. Hell, I’ll help you. If she is as pretty as you say, I hate her anyway.” Then she said, “Let’s don’t kill Bobby though. I kind of like him and I know you do too.” Then she said, “After all, boys will be boys. We shouldn’t really be that angry with him.”

I looked at her, tilted my head, and shouted, “Are you out of your fuckin’ mind? Boys will be boys? He is fucking his slut girlfriend. We shouldn’t be too angry?”

She answered, “Take a minute and listen to me. I’ve been through this. I want you to benefit from what I learned.”

I replied, “You were cheated on by a boyfriend. I’ve been married to Bobby for ten years and we have two children. It’s not the same thing.”

She said, “That is exactly correct. That’s why what you do is so vastly more important than what I chose to do. I just threw the bastard out and moved on to the next man in line. Do you think that is the thing for you to do?” She paused and asked, “Are you sure you don’t want a drink?”

I refused.

She said relax as much as you can and answer these questions truthfully for me.

I nodded.

She asked, “Do you want to give up your husband to this tart?”

I hesitated, but then shook my head to indicate, “No.”

She asked, “Do you want your kids to grow up without their father?”

I replied verbally, “No.”

She asked, “Do you want to live the rest of your life without Bobby in your bed at night?”

I said, “No,” again.

She said, “This is the last question and it is most important.” After a pregnant pause, she asked, “Do you and Bobby still love each other?”

I single tear rolled out of one of my eyes. I had to answer, “Yes.”

Jean smiled at me and said, “We can’t kill him. Can we?”

I almost whispered my answer, “No, we can’t kill him. I love him and I want him back, but I can’t just let this pass. He has to be punished. He has to be punished severely enough that he doesn’t make a habit of this sort of bullshit.” A moment passed. I asked, “What can I do?”

We spent the next two hours plotting my upcoming moves on the chessboard of life. By the time I left to go home, my big sister had convinced me that we had chosen the proper course of action. My babies weren’t going to lose their father.

The first thing I had to do to execute my plan was to keep Bobby from suspecting that I knew anything. That would be very difficult. Jean had helped. The deep hurt and the shock that I had felt earlier had been soothed and put on a back burner somewhat. I knew that I would have to contend with those things later. Now was the time for fight or flight. I was going to fight.

I was coherent now. I was experiencing more anger than anything. I had never considered myself to be a vengeful person and I didn’t feel like I needed vengeance right now. I wasn’t going to harm or kill anyone. I was going to end my husband’s affair and take him home to his children. I would punish him severely, but after the crisis was over. I would suffer through my hurt, but after the crisis was over.

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Wednesday came.

I was familiar with Paco’s. It was a small mom-and-pop Mexican restaurant in a small strip mall about twenty minutes from the house. Their food was extremely good. It was one of Bobby’s favorite places, but then he was more into Mexican food than I was. We used their take-out service often whenever Bobby talked the kids into Mexican food at home. I drove up and parked right in front of the place and right beside Bobby’s truck. I assumed that Debbie’s car was there too, but I didn’t know what she drove. It was eleven-forty-five.

Jean was at my house with the kids. She had taken the day off from work saying that she wouldn’t miss this show for anything. She wanted to come with me and bring the kids for effect, but I vetoed that notion. It would have been too much. My babies will never be used as weapons.

I walked in the front door. Bobby had his back to me, but Debbie looked up and saw me. Her eyes got very big.

I thought, “This is perfect.” I smiled and winked at Debbie as I snuck up on Bobby. Debbie relaxed some and Bobby’s whole body stiffened when I put my hands over his eyes from behind. I said, “Guess who.”

It was his turn to experience shock and he showed it for just a second. He regained control quickly and asked, “What are you doing here?”

I laughed and said, “Your young son ordered tacos for lunch. When he says tacos, he means Paco’s tacos.” I explained that the kids were with Jean.

Bobby tried to introduce me to Debbie. I held up my hand and said, “I remember Debbie.” I smiled and said, “I met you and your husband at Bobby’s grand opening party for the new shop. Your company supplied equipment. Didn’t it?”

Bobby Rose from his seat and pulled out a chair for me. I sat and Bobby motioned for Paco to come to us. I ordered a dozen tacos to go. Paco knew to make half of them pork and the other half chicken.

I got a serious look on my face and said, “Hey, explain this to me. Why are you having a lunch date with such a pretty girl?”

He was back in control of himself. He smiled and replied, “She heard a rumor that I was going to build a third big shop. She is trying to convince me to buy some more of that crappy overpriced equipment that she peddles.” He chuckled.

I looked over at Debbie and said, “Girl, you really are far too pretty for your own good. You might not be safe in this neighborhood.” She really was pretty and she knew it. She became noticeably more relaxed. I let my pause extend for another few seconds while she smiled at me and then glanced at Bobby. I asked her, “Has Bobby fucked you in the ass yet? He really enjoys that kind of action, you know.”

Everything seemed to slow down and the whole world was quiet. Bobby’s chair slid away from the table. I think that he thought he was going to have to restrain me.