Reality Check

Prologue

I ran across Literotica a few months ago and started reading stories about cheating wives. I found one story written by Ohio called “Preemptive Strike” that had some similarities to what actually happened with my wife and I. I’ve never been much for writing. In fact, I took freshman English as a senior because I kept putting it off. I believe this is a good story worth sharing so I figured what the hell, I’d give it a shot. As unlikely as some of it may seem, this story line follows the actual events as they unfolded. All names, places, and facts that weren’t pertinent to the story line are fictitious to protect the not so innocent. I did, however, take some creative liberties at the conclusion. Since this is my first submittal, any constructive criticism would be appreciated. I enjoyed writing it, I hope you enjoy reading it.

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Mark’s phone was vibrating on the table. He continued with his story while he fumbled picking it up. Glancing at the screen, “Oh it’s Dave, I should take this… Yeah buddy, what’s up… Yeah, were on the 19th hole about ready to leave… Hold on, let me walk outside it’s pretty noisy in here.”

Thinking to myself, that must be Dave the young guy that just moved to town a couple months ago. I met him a few weeks past when he filled in for Eddie, a regular in our foursome. We had a standing tee time at 11:30 every Saturday that the wives didn’t really like, but reluctantly put up with. I always got up early Saturday morning to spend a few hours taking care of “honey do’s” to earn the afternoon off. Sundays always belonged to her and the kids and I was always happy to do whatever.

Eddie chugged down the last of his beer and stood up. “Gotta get home to take care of a few things before dark. Tell Mark when he gets back in here to make sure his ass is ready in when I get there in the morning. Thanks again for the ass whoopin. See ya next week.”

We always play a little game called Captain that you earn dots for winning holes, birdies, sand saves, etc. At two dollars a dot it never amounts to much money, it’s all about the bragging rights.

Mark walked back in just as Ernie and I were finishing our drinks. Sitting down in front of his half full beer, staring at the glass, he appeared deep in thought.

“Everything alright?”

“Hopefully. I don’t need to finish this– let’s hit it.”

Once out the door we gave Ernie a “see ya next week” and headed to our trucks parked on the other side of the lot.

“I wanted to talk to you alone. I’ll give you a recap of the conversation before my phone went dead. That was Dave Collins the guy that golfed with us and you invited him and his wife to your Sunday barbeque. He wanted to thank you again for having them over. He said your wife and Amy really hit off. Guess they’ve talked several times about decorating their house. Anyway, I guess he is a big time deer hunter. He went out to check some potential hunting spots this morning before archery season opens. On the way back he decided to stop at Gordon’s, that little cafe-motel on the main highway about 40 miles north of here. He was being seated in a booth next to the front windows when he noticed a truck pull up. The guy didn’t get out of the truck; just sat there until a car pulled up next to him. They got out together and met in front with a big hug. Her hair was different, but it sure looked like Jen to him. When they started walking towards the door the guy reached down and squeezed her butt cheek. She turned and said something to him before playfully pushing his arm away. His first thought was maybe it wasn’t her, but until he was sure, he didn’t want her to see his face.”

When we got to our trucks Mark said “Hold on a minute John while I plug my phone in, then I’ll finish what he told me while its charging.”

“They sat down in the only available booth right behind his. She was sitting with her back to him so he could clearly hear everything they were saying. It seems they knew each other from high school. With all the giggling and laughing he said they sounded like a couple of young teenagers. They were doing a lot of reminiscing so it was clear they hadn’t talked to each other in years. I guess some of the conversations were about encounters that were sexual in nature, so it was obvious they were more than just friends. The last thing they talked about before she got up to go to the ladies room was when they were going to meet up again. Using the opportunity to leave without being seen, he paid his bill and snuck out. Once outside he decided to take a picture of the truck and car from the back getting the license plate numbers. Driving out he noticed the building next door was a small motel. Being in no hurry he decided to wait until they came out to see where they were headed. After about 20 minutes he was about to give up when they finally walked out. They headed over to her car with his arm around her waist then they talked a few more minutes before he reached out and grabbed her face with both hands planting a long kiss on her lips. She finally pushed away, smiled, then said something and turned and got into the car. She rolled the window down and he put his head in the window and they kissed again. Then she reached out and gave him a little pat on the arm and drove off heading south. He just stood there watching her drive away before jumping in his truck and heading north. Before I could ask him anything my phone went dead.”

“As soon as I have enough charge I’ll call him back and get him to send me the picture of the car. Just hold on it should only be a couple minutes.”

“You know Mark, Dave’s only seen her one time. I really don’t think that was Jen. She did her errands this morning before I left for golf because my mom is out of town. She wouldn’t have had anybody to watch the kids. Besides Jen hasn’t been acting any different. Shit, we have never even had a serious argument and our sex life is better than ever– and it started out great. Hell, you’ve been around Jen enough. She won’t even let anybody kiss me at New Years and there’s been a few that have tried. You’ve seen it. When we go out drinking and dancing she spends most of her time keeping an eye on me, paying very little attention to other men. What worries me, if this was Jen, there’s a whole lot more going on here than just her looking for a little adventure.”

“No, I hear you. It’s pretty hard to believe she would do this. Hold on, I heard my phone chime. Yeah, got 3% now, that should be enough. Looks like Dave texted me 3 photos.”

The first photo was a silver F150 truck.

“Holly Fuck!” My jaw dropped when I saw the second photo. It was definitely Jen’s white Escalade.

He pulled up the third photo which was actually a video. It started with them just coming out of the cafe up until the parting kiss. The guy was tall, tan, rather well built with long blonde wavy hair. I’m thinking middle aged surfer.

“Mark, can you call Dave back. I need to talk to him. Ask him not to say anything to his wife if he hasn’t already. I don’t want Jen to have any idea I know about this. And ask him to give me a call when he has some time, I want to hear all the details.”

“Buddy I’m really sorry. Do you plan on confronting her?”

“I need time to think. I don’t know what the hell to do.”

“Well, let me know if you could use my help with anything. You know we have his license plate number and my bother-in-law is a cop over in Conner. I’m sure he’ll run the plates for me if he’s on duty. I’ll text it to him and let you know as soon as I have something.”

Driving home my initial shock turned to anger. The longer I drove the madder I got. How could she do this? We have a better marriage than anyone I know. Or at least I thought so. I may not be perfect but I’m a pretty damn good husband. By the time I entered the garage I was ready to storm in the house and confront her. As I was getting out of the truck a bit of reality slapped me in the side of the head. I should be worried, not mad. What right do I have to be angry when I’ve been cheating on her for several years when I go to the annual builders trade show. They are just one night stands–just sex. But regardless, it certainly counts as infidelity. So I shouldn’t be upset about her possible straying. I need to worry about her heading into an affair with somebody that she obviously has an emotional attachment to. She’s had some time now to think about what’s at stake. When I see her hopefully a little reality has smacked her too. I’m hoping to sense some regret or remorse in her for the little lunch time excursion.

As I walked into the house I got a text from Mark. “Chet says don’t do anything illegal with this info. Kevin James Anderson, 3735 Hill Crest Rd., Brextin.”

I’m thinking to myself that’s got to be at least a 140 miles north of here. If that guy drove a hundred miles, he’s got to have more than lunch and talking old times on his mind.

Jen was in the kitchen starting dinner as I walked in. I could hear her singing and when she turned around there was a big smile on her face. My first thought– so much for regret. I said “Wow somebodies in a good mood. What’s got you all smiles.”

She ignored my question and asked “How the golf go.”

“Great. I won a few bucks for once. So what did you do today?”

She turned back to the counter and after a long awkward silence “I had lunch with someone I knew from school.”

“From college?”

“No, high school.”

“Who watched the kids?”

“Oh… Shelly had the day off and didn’t mind keeping an eye on them for little while.”

Shelly is our next door neighbor who normally works Saturday at their family business. She has a 6 year old the same age as Frankie and a 9 year old boy one year older than Brad. They get along great and spend a lot of time together.

I dropped the questioning at that being relieved that she didn’t lie to me. As far as I’m aware she’s never lied to me about anything. I wanted to keep it that way so I made no effort to corner her. I grabbed a beer and headed out to the back deck to contemplate my next move. My head was spinning trying to get control of my thoughts.

Asking my wife how her day went or something to that affect was the usual when I got home. It was pretty obvious she hadn’t given any thought to what she was going to say should I ask. Either she was so excited about the day she forgot or worse yet it didn’t occur to her that what she did was really out of bounds until I asked.

I feel confident my wife loves me, but then again maybe I shouldn’t. I’ve always got the sense that my wife felt like she over achieved when she married me. Then a disconcerting shock went thru me like a lightning bolt. What if I was just the best she could do since she couldn’t have her true soul mate.

I don’t know much about psychology and this is something that I’d never given any thought to until my own indiscretion a few years ago. I managed to rationalize it in my mind by convincing myself it’s just physical. No different than masturbating while thinking of some women you don’t know. Although my wife’s sex drive is pretty much off the charts this appears to have happened because of some unfilled emotional needs. I’ve got to figure out what the hell is going on. Why? How can figure out what to do if I don’t know “WHY”? My phone rang startling me out of my thoughts– no name, must be Dave.

“Hi Dave, thanks for calling.”

“No problem. I want you to know I won’t say a word about this to anyone including Amy.”

“Mark told me you want to hear it all, blow by blow.”

“Yeah, give me everything you can remember.”

“I assume you saw the video. At that distance, I’m sure you didn’t see much detail. This guy, who Jen was calling Kev, looks to be a little over 6 ft., mid thirties, with muscular arms and chest; definitely lifts weight. He has long blonde wavy hair. I think most women would describe him as very good looking, but kind of a pretty boy; not the rugged type at all. In fact, the young waitress did a double take when he walked in. I also noticed his hands were small and kind of feminine; doesn’t look like he’s ever done a hard days work.”

“The first few minutes after they sat down he was showering her with compliments. Then it was on to how much he’s missed her. How fantastic their life would have been if fate had not torn them apart. They spent the next half hour catching up on each others lives. Jen didn’t say a whole lot, he did most of the talking. Never married, just couldn’t find anybody like her. She set the bar too high. He sold his software company a few years ago for enough money that he’s set for life; just looking for someone to help spend it. The last several years he’s been traveling the world going on all kinds of adventures, even claiming he climbed Mt. Everest. He just kept going on and on and on about all the great things he’s seen and done. He reminded me of Johnny Cash in the old song “I’ve Been Everywhere” he rattled off so many places. He made a point of telling her the only thing that could have made it better is if she had been there with him. She seemed quite taken with this guy, constantly laughing and giggling at his experiences and stupid jokes. It was almost like she was a groupie talking with a rock star. Personally, I think this guy is full of shit.”

“Then he asked her about college. She told him about her interior design degree and how she regretted getting pregnant before she could work a few years and establish a career. Then she mentioned that your not supportive in her desire to go back to work full time. He came back with that would never have happen with him. Her happiness would be his number one priority.”

“The conversation turned to all the good times they’d had together. They lowered their voices to just above a whisper but I could still hear some of what they were saying. A lot of reminiscing and laughing about their sexual exploits and the different places they did it. Sounds like it was mostly oral sex. In fact, he made the comment that she’d promised him he would be the first and even though he wasn’t, the way he looks at it she still owes him. She responded with you were the one who was here one day and gone the next– never to come back. And what happened to your move only being temporary and you moving back with your real mom. Then after school started you quit taking my calls. He explained that he didn’t get along with his moms boyfriend but she promised him she was going to boot his worthless ass out and he could move in with her. Ended up she didn’t kick him out for 6 months. He said he quit taking her calls because she was constantly on his mind and he had to let her go– or go crazy. After a moment of silence Jen said I guess I understand now, but I didn’t then. I got so depressed that I didn’t leave the house for weeks except to go to school.”

“He asked her when they could meet again. She let him know only Mondays or Saturdays. She’s off on Mondays and your mom picks the kids up from school, or Saturdays when your golfing and she can take the kids to your moms house. He asked if they could get together on Monday. She told him your mom was out of town until next Sunday so it would have to be the following Monday. She got up to go to the ladies room and I took the opportunity to make an exit. Once in the parking lot I snapped the pictures and took the video you saw.

“Thanks Dave, really appreciate the call. Sorry your involved.”

I took my last sip of beer thinking where in the hell do I go from here. I definitely need to get into her phone. Knowing my naive trusting wife she probably wouldn’t think to immediately delete any contact with him. I’ve got an idea. This should be easy.

When I entered the house Jen was on the computer at the table.

She looked up and asked “Is everything alright.” I told her my phone went dead before I could finish a call with a potential client. Can I barrow yours for a minute. She reached down and grabbed it typing in her password as I discreetly filmed her from behind. She asked “What’s the number, I’ll dial him for you.” Laughing I said “Oh shit, it’s in my phone. No problem it will only take a few minutes to charge mine.” Walking away I checked the video. Perfect, I could see the password she typed in clearly.

After dinner we went out to see a chick flic Jen was anxious to see. Don’t know if it was just my state of mind, but she seemed especially passionate during sex that night. Lying there when we finished, a chill went up my spine thinking, I wonder if she was imagining I was Kevin the whole time. I laid there unable to sleep with my mind going a hundred miles an hour. Why did this happen? What’s made her so vulnerable that she would put our marriage and family life at risk. The way she feels about this guy isn’t a decision she’s made; it’s likely a reality that she probably has no control over. I’m thinking I need to man up and put whatever jealousies and insecurities I have aside and control this situation the best I can. I can’t do much about her feelings except to expose this guy as a bull shitter just trying to get in her pants. What I need to figure out is what’s going on that would make her fall prey to his line of shit. Could she still be in love with somebody she hasn’t seen or even talked to in almost 20 years?

Thinking back the last couple years there has been some subtle changes. When we go out she’s even keeping a closer eye on me. I have noticed her dressing a little sexier at times. She has been noticeably more flirty with men while dancing. In fact, the last few times she’s actually accepted slow dances, something she never used to do with men she didn’t know. My mind was wandering. What about some of her comments. Just recently she hit me with “You just keep getting more handsome while I’m going downhill. By the time I’m 40 you won’t to be seen in public with me.” What did I do? Just laughed. A couple times recently she’s brought up getting implants. What did I say? You know how I feel about fake tits. And she’s complained about the weight that’s never come off after her last pregnancy. It’s not much but a little tummy and her butt’s a little softer. I made some stupid comment like “Just more of you to love.” She’s asked about going back to work full time pursuing her interest in interior design. I think my response was something to the affect that why would you want to do that, we certainly don’t need the money. Could she be having a mid life crises at 34? Is she insecure about herself and therefore our marriage? Has she been letting me know that things aren’t quite right with her and I’ve been too blind and self-absorbed to see it? Shit! Am I the one responsible for this?

I finally relaxed a little and started thinking about Jen and our past together. I met her at the local community college dance. I was 24, she had just turned 20. A neighbor of mine, who’s under age stopped by and asked me to buy him and his buddy some booze. “Yeah… sure, give me a minute.” On the way back from the liquor store they invited me to go with them to the dance at the community college. I’d been to many of the monthly dances when I went to school there and figured what the hell, I like to dance and I have no plans tonight. After a couple of stiff drinks in the parking lot, we headed in. I first laid eyes on Jennifer standing against the wall outside the entrance. She didn’t strike me as a beauty, but certainly sexy and very petite. I approached her and started to say something but when she finally glanced up I could tell she’d been crying. I got tongue tied and just gave her a little nod before turning to get my ticket and hand stamped. Since we were late it was only about 30 minutes before the band went on break. When we headed out to get another drink I noticed her still standing there. I walked over, smiled and said “Were going out to the car to get a drink. You look like you could use one.” After a moments hesitation she smiled and said “You got that right. I’m in, if you make mine a double.” While we finished our drinks I got her story. Guess she had come with her boyfriend. Between songs and old girlfriend came up and asked him to dance. Staying on the dance floor for the next slow dance he soon had his hands down cupping her ass. Jen got angry and confronted him. All she got in return was a shrug and your making a big deal out of nothing. It really pissed her off so she walked out thinking he would come after her. When he didn’t, it was a matter of pride, she couldn’t go back in.

I offered “What if we go back in together.”

“Sounds like a plan if you’ll put your arm around me.”

When we walked back up he was standing there glaring at her. First thing out of his mouth “I’ve been looking all over for you. What the fuck you’ve been doing, having yourself a little gang bang.” I controlled my urge to knock the little shithead on his ass as we walked past. She smiled and let me know she would be needing a ride home. We never left the dance floor. He came up to her at the end of the night and started apologizing for what he had said and done. He then asked her if she was ready to go. She shot back “Yeah… but not with you.” I took her home and our first date was the following night. There was something about Jen that made her irresistible to me. I knew within the first few weeks she was the one. I’ve always preferred smaller women and she’s petite at 5-3″ and 102 pounds. She’s got martini glass size tits, a beautiful tight little ass and shapely legs. Her olive complexion, black hair, high cheek bones and dark eyes give her a very exotic look. She absolutely loves sex and has no problem telling you what she wants and how to go about it. She can get so loud when she orgasms I’m afraid that she’ll wake the kids. She told me on our second date I’m not waiting any longer and practically tore my clothes off. Without a doubt, she is the most orgasmic women I’ve ever been with.

We got married less than a year later. Brad, our first born, was an unplanned pregnancy during her senior year of college. We had gone on a week long ski vacation and she lost her bag that contained among other things, her birth control. The withdrawal method didn’t get it done. He was born 4 months after her graduation. After that we figured what the hell, we might as well complete the family. Frankie was born 2 years later.

Damn, there was no way I was going to get any sleep unless I figured something out. Come up with some kind of game plan. She’s getting herself into something that could destroy our marriage. This would be simple if it was just an old itch that she wanted to scratch and she could handle it. Unfortunately, that’s not what’s happening here. I’m thinking this has to be something she stops on her own accord. I’ll let this play out. I’ll follow her and spy on them and only intervene if it gets to the point he’s about to put his cock in her. I do have my limits. I’m not about to let that son-of-a-bitch have that satisfaction at any costs. Besides I find the idea of spying on them a little exciting; must have a little voyeur in me. Also, my own infidelity kind of complicates things. I’d be a real hypocrite if I tried holding her to a higher standard.

Tomorrow I’m going to make the drive up to Brextin and hire a private investigator to get the goods on this guy. If he actually turns out to be Mr. Wonderful and a serious risk to our marriage, I may have to rethink my plans of letting this go forward. But if he’s just a sleaze trying to get in her pants, I’ll be comfortable letting this play out. I’ve never been the jealous type at all and really believe I can handle whatever happens.

To understand where I’m coming from I should tell you a little about how I was raised. I’m very open minded when it comes to sex. I grew up in a house where sex was treated like something as natural as eating and sleeping. My parents thought sex was something that should be enjoyed to the fullest. My mom told me one time if there is a God, sex is his greatest gift to humankind. I don’t know for sure but I think my parents may have done some swapping. They’re both very attractive confident secure people, so I could see it working for them. They still go on a couple of vacations every year that they never give many details about so I wouldn’t be surprised to find out they were still at it. My dad told me when I started high school I’m going to tell you what my dad told me. “There’s only two kinds of pussy–good and better” and when it comes to sex “It’s better to regret what you did than what you didn’t do.” I kind of took that advice and ran with it. Unlike a lot people I don’t see the sex act as something sacred when your married. I’m much more bothered by her emotional cheating than anything physical. If I found out Jen had sex with a stranger, and it was just sex, I wouldn’t even let her know I knew. I like the fact that Jen loves sex. I’m pretty damn sure she’s not going to leave me so my biggest concern with this guy is the hurt and guilt she may carry forward. I might give some thought to telling her about my own infidelity if necessary. I just want my old Jen back when this is over.

Don’t think I actually got any real sleep that night. I got out of bed early, grabbed her phone off the nightstand, and headed downstairs. I had no problem opening her phone. After typing in her password I realized it was her birthday backwards. I went to her recent calls first. Bingo! Friday morning a 22 min. call from an area code I didn’t recognize. Definitely not a sales call. Quick search on my phone; Brextin, that’s got to be him. Going back thru her recents this appeared to be the first call. At least it looks like he contacted her. A check of her emails found nothing, but the text had plenty. There was one text early Saturday morning confirming she had a baby sitter and she’d be there. Then they were going back and forth Saturday afternoon. It was all about how excited they were to see each other and how much they were looking forward to their next rendezvous. The last text must have been when she heard the garage open, “Got to go John’s home.”

Damn I was tired. I went back up to bed and ended up getting a couple hours sleep before Jen woke me up. She let me know she already had breakfast ready and that we needed to get going. We had told my mom we’d be there by 9;30 to pick her and the kids up for a day at the zoo. Jen’s phone rang on the way over. She glanced at it and didn’t accept the call. It happened again when we were entering the zoo. I was thinking to myself that might be Kevin. If they were sales calls she usually makes some comment complaining.

Early Monday morning I checked her phone again. Two unanswered calls from Kevin and one text from Jen telling him “I blocked your number. Don’t call or text I’m with John and the kids. I’ll text you in the morning.”

Monday morning I decided to check on a job a few miles north of town and then I’d make the drive up to Brextin to find a PI. After meeting with the guys I got on the internet and found one. Calling, he let me know he’d be in the office all morning; just come by when you get here. The meeting went well. The timing was perfect. He said he and his assistant would start on it in the afternoon and by next Monday morning he would email me a full report. He laughed and said after I read the report I’ll know things about this guy he won’t remember about himself. After writing him a company check for $6500 I was back on the road.

I checked her phone several times during the week. They were texting back and forth every day. My mom was going to be out of town until Sunday so they planned on meeting next Monday at 11:00 figuring that would give them a little more time together. Towards the end of the week it was getting really hard to read. Pretty obvious this was going to the next level when they met again. The one that really hurt was when she told him “I’m so excited I can’t remember ever feeling this good.” After reading all this shit I couldn’t help but wonder why she wasn’t deleting these text. Was she thinking that there was no way I was ever going to see her phone or was she just so caught up with this guy she wasn’t thinking at all.

I felt like I needed to let them meet again, but after reading all those text my confidence was wavering. I wanted to throw a monkey wrench into their little tryst. It was Jen’s birthday on Wednesday and I figured I would plan an early birthday gift for Monday evening. There was a play she wanted to see that I should be able to get tickets for. It’s almost a 3 hour drive so I planned dinner and the play, then we would spend the night and drive back in the morning. My mom agreed to keep the kids over night and take them to school in the morning. I called Anne at the flower shop and got her the day off work. My plan was to call her not long after she met Kevin and tell her I had a big surprise and that I’ll be home by 1:00.

Sunday evening I received an email from the PI. He came thru with what he promised. Reading it I couldn’t believe the crap this guy was spewing. He was a total fraud– a fucking loser! He’s been married twice and about to be divorced from his second wife. He has two daughters, one from each. He got caught 6 weeks ago fucking the receptionist where he works at lunch. The husband reported it to the company along with a video and they were both fired the next day. From an interview with his wife the PI found out this was the final straw with her. He’s had multiple affairs that she knows of and probably many more that she didn’t. He was verbally abusive and had actually slapped her around a few times. Sounds like he’s also a really shitty father too. His wife said he almost completely ignores their daughter. The only attention she does get is when he yells at her for something. She kicked him out and he’s moved in with his mom. Looks like they’ve been living paycheck to paycheck and she’s moving back home because she can’t afford the rent. I guess he’s not working so she doesn’t expect any help from him. His background check turned up a spousal abuse charge with no conviction 6 years ago and a DUI two years ago. The PI said the soon to be ex is named Maggie. She gave him her phone number. She told him to have me call her if I wanted any more info on the bastard. To top it off there’s a video of him going into and coming out of a cheap motel with the affair girl. It was date stamped yesterday when he was wanting to meet Jen. I was relieved. That was money well spent. I definitely felt a lot more comfortable letting this go forward knowing what a scumbag he is.

The next morning I got to Gordon’s at 10:30 and parked in a turnout just past the cafe where the truckers park. I grabbed the pair of hunting binoculars I barrowed from Dave and hid out of sight across the highway in some trees. 15 minutes later Kevin showed up and walked over to the motel. He was only in there a minute, so he must have just been doing some checking in case Jen was willing. By the time he walked back Jen pulled in. They met at the entrance with a hug and long loving kiss before going inside. They took a seat in a booth by the window but my view was blocked by his truck. I figured screw it. I went back, got my truck and pulled in front where I had a clear view of them sitting there. I drive a white Silverado that looks pretty much like every other white truck. She would never recognize it as mine. I waited another 15 minutes and gave her a call. I could see her reach down into her purse and pull out the phone. She just looked at it while it was ringing and let it go to voicemail. I didn’t leave a message but instead sent her a text saying it’s important you need to call me as soon as you get this. I saw her reading the message. She was talking to him shaking her head before she got up and walked out the door. My phone started ringing. Good thing my window was rolled up or she would have heard it.

“Hi honey, I’ve got an early birthday surprise for you. I have an evening planned for us. Everything is taken care of, all you need to do is pack a nice dress and a change of clothes for overnight. I’ll be home by 1:00 so we can be on the road by 2:00.

“By 1:00?…. Why didn’t you let me know sooner?”

“It’s a surprise. That’s the way surprises work. See you at 1:00. I’ve got another call coming in.”

She must have stood there a full minute thinking before she walked back inside. Jen sat back down and started talking and it was clear he didn’t like what she was saying. She was getting pretty animated waving her hands around before they both stood up. She walked out alone and stood by his truck. A minute later he came out and they both got in. I was thinking where the hell are they going it’s almost 11:30. He backed out and pulled around behind the cafe and parked under some trees. By the time I had walked thru the woods and got in a good position with the binoculars focused on them they were already getting down to business. Looking thru them I felt like I could reach out and touch the truck. He had her top unbuttoned and her bra pushed up nibbling and sucking on her breasts. I could tell by the movement of his arm he was playing with her pussy. When her arms went down and her chest back I could tell she was removing her shorts. I was thinking, crap, I need to move closer in case I need to intervene. They may plan on fucking on the front seat. I snuck up close enough to the truck that with her window half way down I could hear the “That’s it….That’s it…That’s it” as he was vigorously finger fucking her. It wasn’t long before she grabbed his hair pulling his head to her chest and letting out a long loud moan as she climaxed. He let her recover for a minute or two and then slid over and I could tell he was dropping his shorts. Her head disappeared into his lap and it only took a few minutes before she sat up quickly with her hand over her mouth. I could see his cum dripping from her chin. He started laughing as she licked her palm and sucked the cum off her fingers. The both sat back talking and laughing again. Seeing the action was over, I walked back thru the woods to the front in time to see Jen driving away. I waited a few minutes before heading back myself.

While driving I started replaying their encounter in my mind. The only thing that really bothered me was the first loving kiss out front. What went down in the truck I felt kind of detached from, like I was watching a movie. Even the half smile on her face as she was sucking his cum off of her fingers didn’t really bother me. I really had no idea what to expect when I got home but I was hoping there would be at least some sign of regret.

When I walked in she acted completely normal not even a smidgeon of guilt. The only thing out of the ordinary was I tasted mouthwash when I kissed her. With a big smile on her face she asked “Are you going to tell me what my birthday surprise is or keep me waiting?”

“The only thing I’m going to tell you now is I think your going to love it.”

She smiled and said” I’m excited, but I guess I can wait.” as she was turning to walk up the stairs.

I just couldn’t stop myself from saying “When did you start using mouthwash in the middle of the day. Something leave a bad taste in your mouth.” When she turned back around the look on her face was priceless. She was at a complete loss of words before turning and continuing up the stairs.

Jen had a great time and absolutely loved the play. The sex that night was as good as it has ever been. It was more loving and passionate than our normal romp in the hay. I was thinking maybe the light has come on and she’s realized what she stands to lose. I just can’t get my head around how she can lick up her lovers cum like a lunch dessert and then make passionate love to me like it never happened, unless something has changed.

The next morning driving back I was still wondering if last evening was enough to snap her back to reality and end her affair. My question was answered Friday morning when I read thru her text. She was all set up to meet him again; same place at 12:00 tomorrow. He was really pouring it on thick and she was eating it up. I have to admit, I think this guy could teach classes on seduction. There’s no question that he’s had plenty of practice. There wasn’t much doubt that they planned on fucking this time. He asked her to make a picnic lunch. He had somewhere special to take her.

I called Mark and begged out of golf and told him to see if he could get Dave to fill in. I felt a little sick to my stomach thinking how much she must care about this asshole to go thru with this. Maybe I need to end this before they meet again. I’ve got the goods on this guy. I could sit her down and let her know I pretty much knew everything and then let her read the email. No doubt that would do the trick. If I let them meet tomorrow I’m going to have to confront her anyway. I’m not going to let them fuck and at this point I don’t see her ending this any time soon. I don’t know. If I let her go thru with this I can confront them together. I love the idea of scaring the shit out of him and then embarrassing them both. Maybe a little payback for the shit she’s put me thru. This would probably would have a bigger impact on her also. I don’t know–I’ll sleep on it.

Saturday morning I grabbed my clubs and acted like I was headed to the course. While driving I started thinking it would be a lot better if I could stop them from fucking today without breaking it up. If I could somehow get him to my house and confront them both there; that would be ideal. Maybe I can try sending a text when there getting close to fucking and put a stop to it.

I got to Gordon’s at 11:40 and parked down the road a bit, but still in view of the parking lot. I had 20 minutes to kill so I figured I would call Maggie to see if there was anything else she could add to what I already knew about the asshole.

She was very cordial and sorry to hear he was trying to destroy yet another marriage. She said “I’ve been told he actually brags about it to his buddies. I can’t imagine what kind of perverted satisfaction he gets. He’s an ego maniac that cares about no one but himself. He truly believes he’s God’s gift to women; that no women can resist him. He’ll say or do anything to get what he wants.”

She told me all about their history together. I politely listened as she got it all off her chest. He went from one affair to another. After he completed his conquest he would go about finding another target. After awhile he even quit trying to hide them from her. He told her that it was her fault because she wasn’t women enough to satisfy him. She let me know that she’d be happy to talk to my wife if I thought it would help. I told her that wouldn’t be necessary, I had a PI report that does a good job of ripping him a new asshole. After exchanging “Good Lucks” I thanked her for her time.

Kevin pulled in right at noon and Jen soon after. She got out of the car holding a picnic basket I’d never seen before and jumped into his truck. They took off headed north with me in pursuit. After 15 miles they turned onto a small country road. I pulled my phone out and checked the maps app to see where they might be headed. In another 10 miles or so there was a small lake just off the road a mile or two. That’s probably there destination. Sure enough they made a right turn onto a dirt road that ended at the lake. I pulled off the road a couple hundred yards from the lake. By the time I got to the small parking area they were already walking on a path down by the water. It was a beautiful little lake. On a Saturday with weather like this it was surprising no one else was here. I stopped at his truck and let the air out of his left front tire figuring that would give me time to get to my truck and out ahead of them while he was changing it. Then I started following them staying out of sight in the trees. They were well ahead of me and I temporarily lost sight of them but I could see a dilapidated old cabin and then a beach beyond that. Thinking the beach must be where they’re headed I kept myself in line with the shack as I walked towards them. As I got to the cabin I heard voices right in front of me and froze. Peering through a gap in the old siding I could see the other wall had collapsed and they had laid their blanket out in a little clearing just beyond. They couldn’t have been more than thirty feet from me. I could hear every word they were saying. Shit, this is perfect. I got my phone out and started filming. They sat down side by side gazing out over the lake talking. He started asking questions about me and our relationship which she kept deflecting to the point she finally said “Please let’s not talk about my husband.” He finally let go and stopped to open the wine. She grabbed the sandwiches and chips out of the basket. Sipping the wine and eating he asked her “You haven’t said a thing, don’t you recognize this place?”

“It kind of seems familiar”

“My grandfather used to stay in that cabin. My dad brought us her not long after we met. Our first kiss was on this very spot sitting on a log bench. I thought this would be appropriate for our first time.”

“Of course I remember our first kiss but it seemed like the lake we were at was a lot farther from town and this looks completely different now so I didn’t connect the two. Wow, this is really romantic.”

He leaned over and gave her a long passionate kiss and it felt like a knife was being twisted in my stomach as I watched holding my breath. It was all I could do to keep from looking away. They started whispering what I assumed were words of affection in each other ears. They sat up and he started asking her more questions about me. Irritated, she finally said “Damn it, this is hard enough, don’t talk about John anymore.”

He finally said “I’m sorry, you mean so much to me, I have this need to know where I stand.” He started reminiscing about some of their sexual escapades. It sounds like they both get off on being risky. He talked about the time she gave him a blowjob in the back seat of the van with his mom and dad up front driving. And the time he fingered her to an orgasm at the dinner table. He said he can still remember the look on her face trying to control herself with his mom asking what’s wrong. Sounds like they had oral sex somewhere on campus almost every day. I guess I was learning something about Jen I didn’t know.

When it comes to sex, she’s definitely a thrill seeker.

After finishing lunch they started to get down to the business at hand. I typed a text into my phone telling her “I’m only playing the front nine because they’ve punched the greens on the back. I’ll be home by 3:00. See you then. Luv John.”

I’ll only send it hoping this will stop them from fucking so I won’t have to jump out and break it up.

After 10 minutes of kissing and massaging her crotch thru her shorts he undid them, stood up, and pulled off the shorts and panties together in one swift move. He kneeled in front of her and spread her legs. He just stared at her sex while telling her how much he missed her. How he always thinks about the times they had together. He has never been with anther women that was anything like her. Then he dove into her pussy like a starving dog going after a bowl full of prime rib. This elicited a “Wow big boy, take it easy” out of Jen. After several minutes she raised her head and moaned I’m close, use your fingers to rub my g spot. He definitely knew what he was doing. My wife signaled her impending climax by straightening her legs and curling her toes and it wasn’t long before she exploded in a very intense orgasm. She was so loud that if anyone had been around the lake they would have heard the “Oh…Oh…Oh…Ohh…Ohhhhhhhh myyyy g…o…o…o…o…d.” He pulled back wiping his face. I could tell she squirted him pretty good. As soon as she realized what she had done she apologized saying “I’m sorry, that’s never happened with John. A pang of jealously shot thru my body because she was telling the truth. She occasionally squirts but it’s always a small amount, nothing like what I just witnessed. That remark put a big smile on his face before he crowed “I told you, your married to the wrong guy.”

His comment on top of what just happened had me on the verge of walking over and kicking the fucking shit out of him. It took every bit of resolve I could muster up to stay put. Thinking almost out loud I said to myself “You fucking idiot, you let this happen, now take it like a man!”

He let her recuperate for a few minutes then stood up with the big smile plastered on his face while he took off his T- shirt and shorts. Jen remarked “No underwear?”

“I went commando since I was going to see you. Didn’t want them getting in the way of a blowjob while I was driving.

“You didn’t ask or you would have got one.”

“I decided to save myself for what’s about to happen.”

He was rock hard with his little peter sticking straight out above his skinny legs. I almost laughed out loud. He had the smallest penis I’ve ever seen on a man. I’ve got big hands and it looked about the size of my index finger. He looked at her and did a couple of muscle poses and said “Bet your hubby don’t look like this.” I guess she finally had enough. She snapped back “No he doesn’t look like you. He’s 6-3″, 220, with broad shoulders, dark hair and mesmerizing powder blue eyes. I’ve caught women practically drooling looking at him. So I guess your right, he doesn’t look like you.”

“Whoa… I’m sorry, I guess I shouldn’t have asked.” He smiled and said “You ready to make good on that promise you made so long ago?”

I was thinking time to send my text. Jen crawled over to her bag and dug around for a minute and and about the time she pulled out a condom her phone chirped. She took it out and looked at the screen then said “Oh shit, it’s John. Oh crap, he’s going to be home by 3:00. It’s 1:20. It’s going to take an hour and a half to get home from here.”

He yelled “This is bullshit. That controlling bastard doesn’t give you any time for yourself.” Just tell him you went shopping.”

She responded “That ain’t happening. I’ve never lied to him and I’m not going to now. I know I wouldn’t be very good at it anyway. It’s just not in me. Not starting down that slippery slope. If it comes to that point, I might as well tell him the truth and face the consequences. And one more thing, John’s not controlling and he certainly isn’t a bastard. I’d appreciate it if you’d keep those comments to yourself.”

“I’m really sorry. That comment was uncalled for. I’m just frustrated after what happened the last time we met and now this.”

He continued “Well we still have 20 minutes.”

“I’ll give you 15.”

I was thinking “crap it’s not working.” Time to make my presence known. I was about ready to walk out as she scooted over to him and rolled the condom on. It was so loose that if he would have pushed his cock down it might have fallen off.

Jen glanced up with a puzzled look on her face. “This isn’t going to work.”

“Let me see that wrapper. Trojan Magnums. Those must be made for horses. Where’d you get these?”

“John bought them after Frankie was born before he had his vasectomy. They were still in one of the bathroom drawers. They fit him. I didn’t know they came in sizes.”

He started to say something, caught himself, and then went on to say “Well we don’t need one of those anyway. I’m clean, I haven’t been with another women since I broke up with my girlfriend a couple months ago.”

“That’s only part of it. I’m not on the pill and I’m not taking any chances.”

“Well, you can’t leave me like this. What if I promise to pull out.”

“No way, that’s how I got pregnant the first time.”

“This really sucks. Alright. I’ll settle for one of your fantastic blowjobs and I’ll make sure I bring the condoms myself next time.”

She had no problem taking him all the way into her mouth. She was actually able to lick and suck on his balls with his cock in her throat. The thought hit me “That’s an advantage to having a small dick I never would have considered.” Catching her by surprise he fired his first salvo into her throat. She jerked her head back off his cock gagging. The second shot hit her on the chin and third on her forehead. She moved her head to the side and a couple more shots went into her hair and all over her blouse. He reminded me of Peter North from the old retro porn. This guy may have a small dick but he packs one hell of a load.

Jen was visibly upset. “I can’t go home like this?”

She crawled over to the basket and moaned “I can’t believe this. I must have left the napkins on the counter.”

“I have a sweatshirt in the truck” and then he handed her his T shirt and told her she could use it to clean up. Jen wiped off what she could and then went down to the water trying to get the cum off her blouse and out of her hair. When she got back to the blanket she picked up the basket and said “We need to hurry. Let’s get going.

Walking up to her he said “Wait a second” and then he picked a wad of cum out of her hair from just above her ear. I almost laughed out loud thinking of Ben Stiller in “Something about Marry”.

“What the hell! Is there any more.”

Looking at the side of her head “Nah, don’t see any.”

He grabbed the blanket and shook it. That’s when I saw things were only getting better. He didn’t notice his wallet sliding off the end. They headed back to the truck, neither of them appearing very happy.

I grabbed the wallet before making my way back thru the woods to my truck. I couldn’t help myself, I decided to sneak over close to the parking area to see Jen’s reaction to the flat tire. He wasn’t there. Then I noticed him walking back probably looking for his wallet. Jen was standing at the side of his truck looking into his mirror checking her hair. She then reached down into the basket and pulled out a bottled water and used it to wet his T shirt. She preceded to cleaning her hair some more. Guess she didn’t want to look like Cameron Diaz in the restaurant when she got home.

Kevin must have been over there for at least 10 minutes kicking leaves around. When he finally got back Jen was beside herself. Walking around to the drivers side he shouted “Son-of-a-bitch I have a flat.”

“You’ve got to be kidding? How long will it take to change it. I need to leave now.”

“I can’t drive on a flat and I’ve got some more bad news. My spare is also flat.”

“You can’t be serious. Who drives to the middle of nowhere without a spare.”

“I had a flat a couple of weeks ago and I haven’t had a chance to fix it. I gonna have to call a tow truck.”

“How long is that going to take?”

“I don’t know, probably an hour. Do you have triple A? Your going to have to pay for this.”

I could tell she was so upset she was starting to cry. With her voice quivering she yelled “Well that’s fucking great! I’m screwed!”

It was reassuring to see how much our marriage still meant to her. This was the first time since this shit started that she has given it any consideration. Although I was enjoying her anguish, I didn’t want her driving like a maniac to get home. I texted her that “We decided to go ahead and play 18 anyway. Will be home at regular time.”

Reading the text, her relief was apparent. She turned to Kevin and said “Oh thank God, he’s not going to be home till 5.”

“Let me call a tow truck, then we have time to go back and look for my wallet.”

I waited until they left before heading to my truck. When I got to the main highway I figured I would wait there to make sure a tow truck came by before heading home. I could call one of my guys with a compressor that she doesn’t know and have them drive up and act like they just happened by if necessary. 15 minutes later a AAA tow truck passed me and I was on my way.

I drove to the country club planning on killing some time at the bar. I texted Mark and he let me know they were moving along pretty good and would see me in 30 minutes.

Mark just stared at me with his mouth open as I gave him the days action. He finally said “Holly shit, how could you stand there and watch that. What are you going to do?”

“Nothing right now, but while I was waiting for you I think I’ve come up with a plan.” I laid it all out to him while he stared at me in disbelief. I could tell his wheels were turning when he finally said “If your actually going to go that far you should try to get him there really early while Jen is still asleep and confront them both in the bedroom.”

“That’s a great idea. I’ll give it some more thought.”

“John if you decide to do that you need to stay calm no matter what he says or does because if you hurt this guy after setting him up you could easily wind up in jail.”

“I understand that. After getting thru today I know I can handle anything. Thanks for the suggestion. I love it. What are you and Lanette doing tonight?”

“Dinner maybe a show. There’s some romance that she wants to see.”

“Probably the one I took Jen to last weekend. I know it’s short notice but why don’t we do dinner and then head over to the Palace and do some dancing. It’s been awhile.”

“Sounds a lot better than a movie. I’ll ask the boss and let you know.”

Mark’s been my best friend since we met at the community college. Although Lanette is not one of my wife’s favorites, they get along ok. Lanette is physically everything that Jen’s not. She’s tall, has beautiful natural breasts, long blonde hair, beautiful green eyes and legs that seem to never end. But Jens problem with her is not so much her appearance, but the fact that after she has a few drinks she gets pretty flirty with me. Lanette and I have a little history that my wife nor Mark know anything about. I met her at a college party and we hit it off pretty good. I took her home afterwards and we ended up trading some oral sex. She typed her number into my phone and said “Please call me”, but when I tried the next day some old guy answered.

I ran into her again 2 weeks later at the fair. She was with Mark who I had already become friends with at school. I was also with a date sitting having a beer and dog when they joined us at the table. We chatted awhile and then spent the afternoon together taking in the attractions. When she finally got me alone she wanted to know why I hadn’t called her. I told her I tried but the number she put in my phone was wrong. She didn’t believe me so I took it out and showed her the contact. Looking at it she said “Oh shit, its 32 not 23. I’ll fix it. Call me.” Becoming better friends with Mark I decided not to pursue her. They ended up getting married 6 months after us. The last time we went dancing together she sat down beside me and started rubbing my crotch under the table. I promptly removed her hand but she gave me a big smile and whispered in my ear “I know you want me”.

As I was walking in the door I got a text from Mark. “How does 6:30 at Rubios sound. I’ll make the reservation.”

“Perfect. See you there.”

I heard the shower going so I headed upstairs. When I walked into the bathroom she was just getting into the shower. Looking at the back of her head I could see a string of dried cum that she missed. I was tempted to say make sure you wash whatever that is out of your hair, but thought better of it. I let her know we had dinner with Mark and Lanette and planned on going dancing. I got a “Yeah whatever” out of her before she stepped into the shower. Pretty obvious she was in a shitty mood.

I saw her phone on the dresser and decided to check it. She sent him a message today at 4:03. “As much as I have enjoyed seeing you I love John and my kids way to much to risk screwing up my marriage. This isn’t going anywhere. It has to end now. Please don’t contact me anymore.” Two minutes later “I know this can’t be easy for you, but I also know how we feel about each other. I understand how stressed out you were today. Please meet me one more time and after that if you want to end it I’ll leave you alone.” Jen responded “Give me a little time to sort things out then I’ll contact you. And then one last text from asshole “Just remember I love you.”

Jen was unusually quiet at dinner. She did have two glasses of Chardonnay after having one at home before we left, which was not like her. At the Palace we sat down with two other couples which we knew pretty well from our many visits there. After another glass of wine Jen really loosened up and started enjoying herself. Lanette wasn’t far behind with the alcohol. Jen was up dancing with Mark so when Lanette came back and sat beside me I knew it was game on. A minute later her hand was on my cock and she whispered in my ear “Remember a few months ago. I think we were sitting right here when we had our little talk. I know you want me and sooner or later it’s going to happen. Might as well make it sooner.”

“Look, it has nothing to do with want, I’m not making it with my best friends wife. The only way that would ever happen is if we were both divorced.”

“Your saying I have a chance.”

“Damn it, Lanette, your insatiable, please remove your hand.”

“Don’t tell Mark I told you but that cruise we went on earlier this year; it was swingers cruise. We had a great time and he’s always had the hots for Jen. He would never ask you but I know he would be open to a swap. Do you think there’s any way Jen would go for it.”

“Well, she’s one horny women and there’s no doubt that she finds Mark attractive, but she’s way to insecure about me to go for something like that.”

“Well just keep it in mind. Things can change.”

I didn’t realize my wife had been watching. When she got back to the table she grabbed me by the hand and led me to the dance floor. Her good mood was completely gone and she let me have it.

“Why don’t you just fuck that bitch and get it over with–if you haven’t already.”

Thinking to myself, that takes balls coming from a women who was washing another man’s cum out of her hair this afternoon, I said “Honey nothing has happened or ever will happen. Let it go. You know what she’s like when she’s had a few drinks. Calm down.”

We had no sooner sat back down when a good looking gentlemen who we had met before came up and asked her to dance. It was a slow dance and considering her mood it surprised me a bit when she accepted. Watching her on the dance floor I couldn’t believe my eyes. She was all over this guy obviously rubbing her crotch up and down on his thigh. She looked like she was working herself up to an orgasm by the time the song ended. It was pretty embarrassing because I wasn’t the only one watching. I looked over at Mark and he was shaking his head. I told him “I’m getting her home”. I picked up her purse and went out and grabbed her by the hand leading her to the door. She was resisting and asking me loud enough everyone could hear “How do you like it”.

“Honey I don’t really care what you did, what bothers me is where and why you did it.”

“You don’t care!!!”

Oh shit, poor choice of words. I said honey “You’ve had too much to drink. Let’s get home.” My wife who never cusses at me had a few more choice words. I thought to myself this is completely out of character for her even taking into account the alcohol. What the fuck is going on in her head? I was stating to second guess myself for letting her affair go on. I should have stopped it the first day. She’s managed to make a mental mess out of herself. Jen was pissed and not a word was spoken on the way home.

By the time I got upstairs she was half dressed passed out on the bed. I decided instead of waiting until another night I had the perfect circumstances to put my plan in place now. It’s almost 11:00. Hopefully he responds to the text because the cat will be out of the bag and this whole plan could backfire if he doesn’t. But fuck it. This shit got to end now one way or another. I’m going for it.

I grabbed her phone and went downstairs. Opening up her thread to Kevin I typed in “John found out about us. He’s gone. Be back tomorrow afternoon to talk. The kids are at his moms. I’m all alone. I really need to see you. Could you come by in the morning. Be as early as you can.”

A minute later I got a text back. “I can leave now. We can spend the night together. :-)”

I replied “Don’t think that’s a good idea. He stormed out. Afraid he may come back to sleep in the guest house. If he does come back he’ll be gone by 7:00. Has important business in the morning.”

“OK. I’ll get up early. I’ll be there by 7:30. Can’t wait to give you several more of those earth shattering orgasms:-) We were meant to be together. Luv KJ”

“Park up the street. Nosy neighbors. Make sure John’s white Chevy truck is gone. When you get here just come in. Key on the ledge above the door if locked. Go upstairs I’ll be waiting for you. BRING CONDOMS”