Art Classes
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This is a fictional story where the wife is seduced by a fellow art student. There is a cuckold husband who watches his wife have sex.
This is a cheating wife story with redemption. If not your type of story, please move on and save comments for some other story.
I am Jim, 48, and my wife, Helen, is 43. She is still very attractive for her age. We have been together for 23 years. I dated a lot of women before we married, but Helen was special; she fit into my life perfectly. We like the same things; we agree on almost everything and we have never had a real quarrel. Oh sure, we have had a few disagreements but never anything serious and no one ever went to bed angry. Our sex life is excellent! Helen really loves and desires sex and there is nothing that Helen won’t do or try. Our lovemaking has always been very passionate!
My wife works at a local bank and was recently promoted because she has a kind and caring way to deal with people. Recently she found her job very stressful due to some reorganizational changes at the bank. Her doctor suggested that she find a hobby that was relaxing in the hope that it would take her mind off the bank problems. After some online research she decided that she wanted to do watercolor painting. After buying a lot of paints, brushes and other supplies, she enrolled at the local junior college to take some adult classes on Tuesday and Thursday evenings.
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Helen seemed to be enjoying the painting classes. After each class she would bring home whatever she painted that evening to show me. She did seem to have an artistic talent so I encouraged her.
One Tuesday evening, she called me and said that a group of her classmates were going for a drink after class and that she would be getting home a little late. I decided to wait up for her. As it became later and later, I called her cell phone several times but it went to voicemail each time. I became very concerned that something might have happened to her because she was never this late and it was past our usual bedtime. She will definitely have difficulty getting up in the morning for work.
About 1 a.m. I heard a car on our driveway. I looked out the window but it was not my wife’s car. It was a car that I did not recognize so I wrote down the license plate number. Two of our neighbors in the next block have had break-ins so I didn’t want to take any chances. The only light available for the driveway was the reflected light from the car lights on the garage door. I could barely see a driver and a passenger but could not make out any details. They both leaned to the middle of the car and shared a long passionate kiss. Then the woman got out of the car and walked to the door. It was my wife; she was finally home! I met her just inside the front door. I did not give her a chance to kiss me.
“Where have you been? I have been worried that something happened to you,” I said.
“We were having such a good time talking and telling stories that time just slipped by. You didn’t have to wait up for me, Honey,” my wife said.
“Where is your car?” I asked.
“After class, I put my painting stuff in my car and one of the guys took several of us to Duffy’s Bar two blocks away. I had several drinks while we there so I thought I should not drive home. The nice man brought me home,” my wife explained.
“Do you always kiss a stranger goodbye?” I asked.
“That was just a thank you kiss for driving me home,” my wife said.
“That was a more serious kiss than a thank you. Is there something more going on here other than just drinks after class?” I asked.
My wife’s eyes opened wide and her face blushed. I think I hit a nerve. She gave me a quick kiss on the lips.
“No, silly! A group of us went to the bar and we had a few drinks. There is nothing to be concerned about,” my wife said. “I need to take a shower and go to bed. I have to get up for work in the morning.”
“OK but we need to discuss this some more tomorrow,” I said.
We went upstairs to our bedroom. My wife jumped into the shower and I undressed and waited for her to come to bed. As I lay there my mind wandered. Was she telling the truth or did Helen do more than have a drink with someone?
After she was dried off, she climbed into bed with me and laid on her left side so that she could kiss me. I thought I would fuck her to see if her pussy was full of cum.
“Roll back onto your back. I think I would like a quickie before we go to sleep,” I said.
“Honey, not tonight. I am really tired and I have to go to work tomorrow,” my wife replied. She rolled on her other side so that her back was to me. She must have done something because she does not want me to fuck her tonight. We make love almost every night so this is very unusual for my wife. I turned out the light but I had a hard time going to sleep. Something is going on but I am not certain what it is or how to deal with it.
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The next morning, my wife got up a little late. It was clear that she had a bad hangover but she managed to get dressed and was ready to go to work without eating any breakfast. I reminded her that she had left her car at the college, so I agreed to take her there on my way to work. We both headed for the garage.
“Honey, wait for me in the car. I forgot something,” I said.
I ran upstairs to our bathroom and searched through the dirty clothes basket for her panties from last night. I found them stuffed to the bottom and under a lot of other clothes. I ran to the kitchen and put them in a plastic baggie and put it in my pocket.
There was no conversation in the car because of her hangover. I decided that we would have our talk after dinner.
While I was at work, I pulled out the baggie with her panties inside from my pocket. I did not have time to examine them this morning when I found them. There was no need to remove them out of the baggie because I could see the dried cum in the crotch and on the front of her panties. There was “nothing to be concerned about” according to my wife. She had sex last night and it wasn’t with me! In 23 years of marriage she has never strayed before, in fact, she had never shown an interest in other men.
I looked up the car license plate number on the DMV website. The car, a blue BMW, was registered to a Kevin Wilde in Boulder. I wrote down his name and address and emailed it to my home computer. If my wife is fooling around with someone then this is most likely the guy. It certainly was the guy she kissed last night in the car. I searched the internet and I found his phone number which I programmed into my cell phone under speed dial #6. Then I searched for the guy on the social media sites. Sure enough, on Facebook were photos of him with a beautiful blonde wife and 3 children. The posting said that they lived in south Boulder. When I left work that day, I programmed Kevin’s address into my GPS in my car. I might need to check on him sometime.
Before I make any decisions, I will talk with her again tonight to get her to tell me the truth. If she admits to fucking the guy, then I have two things to deal with: her adultery and her lying to me. However, if she lies to me again, then I will have to confront her. If I have to do that, then I need to decide when and how exactly to do it.
I view our 23 years of marriage as an investment and I am not willing to cash-in my investment until I know more about what happened. I know that there are men who would immediately throw the wife out and divorce her. Cut and dried. I believe those men think of their wives as an employee who cooks, cleans, and takes care of the kids for them. In that case, then “firing” the wife immediately may make sense.
I really love my wife a lot and I want her to explain to me exactly what happened and then we can deal with it in an adult manner. I am not above divorcing her if that needs to be done, but I want to keep my investment if possible. In years to come I will need someone that I love and trust to live with me and take care of me.
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That evening, I tried again to get my wife to tell me the truth about last night.
“Helen, I know that there was more to last night than just drinking. I want you to tell me the truth about what you did. I promise that I will not get angry but if you lie to me, then there will be serious trouble that could affect our marriage,” I said.
“Honey, you are making too much out of an after-class get together. I have told you, a group of us just went for drinks. There is nothing to be concerned about. Why are you checking up on me? Don’t you trust me?” my wife asked.
“It is not that I don’t trust you, but I don’t believe that you are telling me everything. Last night was very much out of character for you. You have never gone for drinks with any of your coworkers at the bank, and you have never gotten home at 1 a.m. before. Also, a man brought you home and you kissed him. What am I supposed to think?” I explained.
“I have told you that there is nothing to be concerned about,” she said.
“I am concerned about you and our marriage. You may not realize it but you are very important to me and I love you. I don’t want to lose you. I have chosen you to grow old with!” I said.
I could show her the panties but that will lead to a heavy discussion that also deals with her lying to me which could backfire and push us apart. I had thought about it all day and I need to proceed carefully.
I love her very much and could not imagine life without her and I thought that she felt the same way but……. I will wait to see if anything else happens at her next class but in the mean time I will prepare a plan to deal with them both just in case I need it. I will call my lawyer tomorrow for advice.
That night we made love like nothing had happened.
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The next 2 classes Helen came home at her usual time and with her completed artwork in hand. On the following Thursday night she was 45 minutes late and she didn’t call me to tell me that she was going to be late. I again met her at the door.
“Where have you been? You are 45 minutes late and you didn’t call,” I said.
“I ahh…. A couple of us were having trouble with a technique so the teacher stayed late to help us,” she said.
“I know that something is going on and you are lying to me about it,” I said. “Have you been drinking tonight again? Let me smell your breath,” I said.
She hung her head down for a few seconds trying to decide what to do. She finally raised her head up and blew her breath at me. I noticed that she had a flushed red face and her hands were trembling. Something was bothering her.
“Thank you! You indeed have not been drinking; however, I smell something else on your breath,” I said. “Do it again.”
“Honey, you are being ridiculous. Let’s go up to bed and read for a while,” she said
She started for the stairs but I grabbed her arm and pulled her back to me. I knew exactly what I smelled on her breath. It was semen! She had given a man a blowjob and let him come in her mouth.
“I said that I want to smell your breath again. So do it!” I said firmly.
She gave me a short, small breath.
“There. Satisfied? Now let’s go to bed,” she said.
I was still holding her arm so that she could not move away from me. I grabbed her by both shoulders and turned her to face me. I could see fear in her eyes.
“I know that smell on your breath. Every guy knows that smell. It is semen! You have given a man a blowjob and he came in your mouth!” I said angrily.
She put her head down and started crying. I pulled her over to the couch and sat her down. Now is the time for us to have a serious talk without lying. She was shaking as though she was cold. I thought a drink might calm her down enough so that we could have a decent discussion.
“Let me get a drink for us and then we have to talk,” I said.
I went to the liquor cabinet and pulled out a 23-year-old Port wine and poured two glasses half full. I handed my wife one of the glasses and then sat down beside her.
“Honey, on that Tuesday night your class was finished at 9 pm and you came home at 1 am, I know exactly what you were doing; you were having sex and I can prove it. Now tonight you are late again and you smell of semen. Both times you lied about what happened. You have to explain to me exactly what you have been doing….. without lying this time,” I said.
My wife had stopped crying but just hung her head down and said nothing. Time to show her that I mean business. I took my cell phone from the table and I dialed a number that I had taped to the back of the phone. A lady answered the phone so I put it on the speaker phone so that my wife could also hear.
“Is this Mary Fish?” I asked. I was calling my wife’s painting teacher.
“Yes. Who is this?” she asked.
My wife had a very surprised look on her face. Then her hands started shaking because she knew what her painting teacher would tell me.
“My name is Jim and I am Helen’s husband. She is in your Tuesday/ Thursday watercolor class. Did any of the students stay after class tonight?” I asked.
“Oh, no. I have to lock up the room promptly at 9 pm,” she replied.
“Did any of your students go for a drink after class a couple of Tuesdays ago?” I asked.
“Not that I know of but they are usually gone by the time I get to my car,” Mary Fish replied.
“One last question. How artistic is Kevin Wilde’s work?” I asked.
My wife had surprised look on her face. I am certain that she didn’t suspect that I knew her lover’s name.
“He really isn’t very good. He seems more interested in talking to the women in the class than painting. I would discourage him from taking any more classes,” she said.
I thanked her and hung up. I looked at my wife and she was as white as a sheet.
“You see how easy it is for me to find out that you are lying to me. After all these years why have you started to lie to me?” I asked.
“I did something tonight that I thought was charitable and helpful for someone in need, but now that you are questioning me, I am feeling guilty for what I did. Please forgive me. It was just……not….,” she said her whole body was shaking.
“Take another sip of wine and tell me about it,” I said.
My wife sipped her wine and thought for a minute about what she would say next.
“There is this nice man who sits next to me in class. While we are painting, he and I talk a lot. His wife has cancer and he is afraid that he may have to raise their kids without her. I have been telling him encouraging things and I try to be a friend that listens to his problems,” my wife said.
“It’s good of you to try to help him. Now tell me what happened tonight,” I said as she took another sip of wine.
“Tonight he walked me to my car and he helped me load my art stuff into my back seat. The whole time we were walking to my car he was crying tears about how ill his wife is and how badly he felt because he has had no sex in over a year. He said that his sperm was backed up and he was in pain. He really touched my heart with his story and I was feeling compassionate for him. As we were standing by my car, he kissed me passionately. We got in my back seat and started making out. I went along with it because I thought that I could cheer him up. I even let him play with my tits. When he started playing with my pussy on the outside of my panties, I pulled his hand away and told him that I could not be late again or I would have trouble at home. Instead of fucking, I gave him a blow job. I wasn’t cheating on you. I was just helping a poor man who has not had sex in over a year because his wife has cancer. I felt like I had done something really charitable for a nice man who was in need, but when I came home, you started attacking me as soon as I walked through the door. I suddenly felt guilty,” my wife explained.
“So you gave Kevin a blowjob,” I said.
My wife’s face went white and I could see fear in her eyes and she said, “How…. How did you know his name? I heard you ask Mary about him. How could you know?”
“You must think that I am stupid! You thought that I had allowed you get away with your 1 a.m. adventure. Well, I know whom you fucked that night. Tonight you thought you would try my patience again to see if you could get away with having sex a second time. Do you believe that I am stupid or maybe a ‘wimp husband’ that will let you get away with having an affair? Well, I am not a wimp husband and I will not put up with you having an affair. You are my wife and as such you do not have sex with other men,” I said firmly.
“Honey, I was just trying to help this poor man. It was just something between him and me. I didn’t think that it was anything that concerned you. It was just like when I give money to a homeless man; it makes me feel good inside and it doesn’t concern you either. Helping this poor man doesn’t change how I feel about you or how I treat you. Let’s go upstairs and I will give you a blowjob too,” she said.
“Oh, no! I don’t do sloppy seconds!” I said angrily.
“Honey, I didn’t mean it that way. I thought maybe you were angry because Kevin got one and you didn’t,” she answered.
“Helen, as long as we are discussing you and Kevin, let’s go back to that 1 a.m. Tuesday night. I know that you are cheating on me with Kevin! Over the years, you and I have had some discussions about some of our friends who have cheated. You know from those discussions that I will tolerate a lot of things in our marriage but I will not put up with cheating,” I said angrily.
My wife hung her head down and refused to look at me.
“I will give you one last chance to tell me about that late night. If you lie to me again, I will throw you outside and lock the door,” I said.
My wife said nothing for a while, then she asked, “How did you know that we had sex?”
“Two things told me that you had sex with him that night. First, if you drank from 9 pm to 1 am, you would have consumed so much alcohol that you would be in the hospital with alcohol poisoning. That tells me that something else was going on besides drinking that night. Plus there is this,” I said.
I reached in my pocket and took out the baggie with her panties inside. She took the baggie and just stared at it.
“Oh, God!” she said.
“These are your panties from that late night. There are cum stains on them, which tell me that you fucked Kevin after class. I could have DNA testing done on the sperm cells to prove the cum belongs to Kevin but I don’t have to because you are going to tell me everything,” I said. “I am tired of you lying to me. You better start telling me the truth or you can go pack your things and leave. Now which is it?” I asked.
“I wasn’t lying to you. What I did tell you about that night was the truth, but I just didn’t tell you everything. Four of us went for a drink after class. Kevin offered to drive us there so we all rode with him. After one drink, the other two women walked back to the college to get their cars. Kevin said he needed one more drink and he wanted to talk to me some more. We had a couple more drinks and I was beginning to feel the alcohol. I told him that it was getting late and I had better get home while I could still drive.
“As we walked out to his car, he started crying and he thanked me for listening to his problems. Then out of the blue, he kissed me — a long passionate kiss. The kissing plus the drinks really got my blood boiling. He opened the backseat door of his car and got in. He held out his hand to me and I followed him. We made out passionately like we were teenagers. I have to say that he was very good and I enjoyed it. I assumed that it would cheer him up and soon we would stop so that I could go home. When he started playing with my tits, I realized that he wanted more than making out with me. He put his hand in my pants and started playing with my pussy. You know that when you play with my pussy, I have to have sex right away because there is no stopping me. So we had sex in his car. I was so drunk that I don’t remember any details.
“He was crying so hard that it broke my heart. I know the poor man needed some help and it made me feel good inside that I was able to help him. As I said it is just like when I give a homeless man some money, I felt good afterward. I honestly thought that it did not really concern you. You aren’t concerned when I give money to the homeless. Nothing has changed about how I feel about you or how I treat you. Other than getting home late that night, my helping another person in need really didn’t affect you in any way,” my wife said.
“Oh yes it did! You refused me sex that night. I had asked you for a quickie before we went to sleep but you refused me because you were afraid that I would know that you had sex — that there was semen inside of you. A good, loyal wife never refuses sex to her husband. You had sex with a man that you don’t know well and then refused your husband. I think that could be grounds for a divorce,” I said.
“Oh shit! I kind of remember now. I did refuse sex with you that night. God, I must have been pretty drunk that night! I am having a hard time remembering any details of what exactly happened. I can sort of remember having sex in his car,” my wife said. “Wait! A divorce. Who said anything about a divorce?”
“When a wife cheats on her husband and you have cheated, it usually results in a divorce, but we will talk about divorce later,” I said.
“I wasn’t cheating. I was helping a poor man in need. It didn’t affect how I feel about you so it is not cheating,” she said.
“If you fuck someone other than your husband, it is cheating!” I said angrily.
“Honey, I must have been really drunk because I am having a hard time remembering. I know we screwed once lying down in the seat and then I recall giving him oral sex to get him hard again so we must have done it a second time….. I just can’t remember,” she said.
“Have you had sex with him other than these two times? Maybe you came home early one afternoon?” I asked.
“No, Honey, we just did it both times in a car. I would never dream of bringing him into our home,” my wife said.
“You lied to me about that late night where you fucked him and you lied again tonight about being late. You have become quite a lying wife. I am not sure that I can believe anything that you say,” I said. “I want to check your story further. One more phone call and I will put it on speakerphone so that you can hear.”
I then hit speed dial #6 and it rang Kevin Wilde’s home. A woman answered the phone.
“Mrs. Wilde?” I asked.
“Yes. Who is this please? she replied.
“My name is Jim. I am the husband of another student in your husband’s watercolor class. Did your husband get home late tonight?” I asked.
“Yes, he was late. He said one of the other student’s cars wouldn’t start and he took her home,” she said.
My wife’s face was white with fear and her hands were shaking badly.
“Mrs. Wilde, that student was my wife and it had nothing to do with her car. Your husband has been having sex with my wife. They did it tonight after class and also a couple of Tuesdays ago they stayed out until 1 a.m. fucking. Do you remember your husband getting home late on that Tuesday?” I said.
“Yes I do. I waited up for him but I finally went to bed. I know he came home late and crawled into bed with me but I don’t know what time it was,” she said. “You think my husband and your wife are having an affair?”
“Yes they are but first, Mrs. Wilde, I need to ask you a very personal question. Do you have cancer?” I asked.
“No! Why would you think I have cancer?” she said.
“Your husband has been telling my wife that you have cancer and are dying. Because of your cancer, he has not had sex in over a year. I believe that he told my wife those lies so that she would give him ‘pity sex’,” I explained.
“That son-of-a-bitch! You bet he is lying,” she said.
“I know they have had sex at least twice because my wife has confessed to me tonight. Please write down my phone number in case later you need to talk with me further about this,” I said. I heard her scribbling as I gave her our home phone number.
“Can I speak with Kevin?” I asked.
“Not right now, he is in the shower,” she said.
Just then we heard a man’s voice say, “Who are you on the phone with? Answer me!”
We heard someone grab the phone and then a male voice said, “Who is this?”
Then we heard Mrs. Wilde’s voice say, “So you have been screwing someone from your painting class! You bastard!” Then we heard glass shattering and a thud. The phone went dead.
I looked at my wife — her face was still white but I saw anger in her eyes.
“So you have corrupted our marriage to give sex to some guy whose wife is supposedly dying. Only she isn’t! He lied to you so that he could fuck you and then you have lied to me to hide it! There is going to be hell to pay for this!” I said angrily.
“I believed him! He even cried real tears a couple of times! I felt so sorry for him! The bastard took advantage of me!” my wife said.
My cell phone rang at that moment. I noticed that the call was from Kevin Wilde.
“Yes!” I said as I answered the phone thinking Kevin wanted to talk to me.
“Jim, this is Sara Wilde again,” she said.
“We thought we heard a fight or something. Are you alright?” I asked.
“Yes, I am fine. He came after me and grabbed the phone. I thought he was going to hurt me so I hit him with a glass vase full of flowers. He is out cold on the floor. I am so upset that I don’t know what I should do now,” she said.
“I really want to talk with Kevin so we are leaving for your house now. It will take us about 3 minutes to get there,” I said.
My plans for dealing with Kevin had just changed from last week. I needed to think of a new plan quickly. I pulled my wife to her feet and we headed for the garage.
“Come on! We are going to Kevin’s house so that I can talk with him. You are going to explain to his wife what happened and then ask for her forgiveness,” I said.
I grabbed my military medical kit from a shelf in the garage and we got in my car. I brought up his address in my GPS and we headed to south Boulder to the Wilde residence.
“How did you know his name and how do you know where he lives?” my wife asked.
“I wrote down his license plate number when he brought you home that late night. The DMV gave me everything,” I answered.
“What are you going to do with Kevin? You want to hurt him don’t you,” my wife asked.
“The most important thing is to keep Mrs. Wilde and her children safe from her husband, but there are a couple of things I need to do. First, I will get to the truth by talking to both you and Kevin at the same time. Secondly, I intend to put a stop to this affair by exposing it to his wife. Finally, I plan to do something to him that will remind him the rest of his life that he should not have fucked my wife,” I said.
“What are you going to do about me….. us?” my wife asked.
“First, I have to deal with the seducer. Later I will deal with your unfaithfulness,” I said.
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The Wilde family lived in a newer suburb of Boulder. They had a rather large home with a 3-car garage. The fancy BMW was sitting on the driveway. I pulled onto the Wilde’s driveway and a security light on their garage came on. I grabbed my medical kit and we walked to the door. I rang the bell and an attractive, thin woman with blonde hair answered the door. I recognized her from her husband’s Facebook page.
“Mrs. Wilde? I am Jim and this is my wife Helen. May we come in?” I said.
“Yes. Please come this way,” she said.
She took us to their family room where Kevin was laying on the floor naked with his bath towel still around his waist and still out cold. Mrs. Wilde was finishing up cleaning the glass and flowers on the floor.
“Honey, take a seat on the couch. I want to talk to Mrs. Wilde a moment then I will join you,” I said to my wife.
“Mrs. Wilde….” I said.
Interrupting me, she said, “You may call me Sara. I was just finishing cleaning up the mess I made.”
“Sara….. Are your children safe?” I asked.
“Yes, they have been in bed for a couple of hours,” she answered.
“Are their bedroom doors closed? I asked.
“Yes, and they are very sound sleepers. I doubt a bomb would wake them,” she answered.
“Tonight my wife has told me several versions of what has happened with your husband. I just want to get to the truth for both you and me. By exposing their tryst, I hope that this affair will be over. I am sorry that we have to do this,” I said.
“Are you going to hurt him?” she asked. “I really don’t care. I want to hurt him too. How could he cheat on me? The lying son-of-a-bitch!”
I didn’t answer her; I kneeled down beside Kevin. He was a handsome man so I could see why women would be attracted to him. He had blond hair and was about 5-11 and 200 pounds. His body looked as though he visited a gym often. I would swear that he shaves his chest for sex appeal.
His eyes were trying to open and he looked confused. I opened up each eyelid with my fingers to check for a concussion with my medical flashlight, but there was no evidence. I rolled his head to one side and I could see a 1-inch gash in his scalp behind his ear and it was bleeding. His hair was blond which gave him a youthful and playboy look, but as I was examining his wound, I saw dark roots. He was a bottle blond! That was part of his ploy to attract women.
I pulled the towel from around his waist and put it under his head to keep the blood out of the carpet. His body was not very hairy and his pubic region and balls were shaved smooth. His dick and balls were the size of an average male – nothing special.
I put my face in front of him and said, “Kevin, are you awake? Nod your head yes if you are.”
He nodded his head yes but he acted dazed.
I put my hands under his shoulders and pushed him into a sitting position. Then I grabbed him under his armpits and lifted him to his feet and then dropped him into a chair that was next to where he laid. I grabbed my medical kit and put on some surgical gloves. I cleaned Kevin’s head wound and then put a bandage on it to stop the bleeding. I removed my gloves and closed my medical kit.
Mrs. Wilde was sitting on the couch but at the opposite end from my wife. I went into their kitchen and brought back a chair. I placed the chair in front of Kevin’s chair so that he could see me when we talked, but slightly to the side. I have to stay clear of his feet. I turned to face Mrs. Wilde.
“Mrs. Wilde…. sorry, Sara, when my wife was late again tonight, we had a serious talk about what has been going on. There was some lying and half-truths coming from my wife, so I wanted to get to the bottom of the activity between these two. I thought that coming here to your home, I could get information from your husband about exactly what is going on. I wanted you to hear both sides of the story so that you could decide what you want to do about your husband. I will decide what to do about my wife when we get back home,” I explained.
Kevin seemed to be fully conscious now.
“Kevin, my name is Jim! I am Helen’s husband,” I said.
Kevin looked at me with a frown and shook his head as if to clear it. He noticed that he was nude and started to get up. I forcefully pashed him back into his chair. I handed him the towel that he was wearing. He put it across his lap to hide his pubic region.
“You are wondering why you are sitting here in the nude in front of all of us. I will help you to remember. You were taking a shower,” I explained.
“Yah…. I was just finishing when I heard the phone ring,” he said.
“When you came out of the shower with just a towel on, you saw your wife talking on the phone,” I said.
“Yah,” Kevin said.
“You became angry because you suspected that she was talking to a man and you immediately thought that she might be having an affair. Isn’t that right?” I asked.
“Yes, that is exactly what I thought,” Kevin said as he looked at his wife.
“Kevin, your wife is not cheating on you. I was the one on the phone with your wife. I was telling her that you have been having sex with my wife, Helen. You remember Helen don’t you, Kevin?” I asked.
“Yes, I know Helen but I don’t know anything about having sex with her,” Kevin said.
“I know that you had sex with her and I can prove it,” I said.
“No, you are wrong! I have done nothing with your wife,” Kevin replied.
“Kevin, you are lying because you don’t want your wife to find out about it,” I said.
I took out of my pocket the baggie with my wife’s panties inside.
“These are my wife’s panties from that 1 a.m. evening. Your semen is all over them. I can have them tested for DNA and I will bet it is your semen,” I said.
Kevin lost the color in his face and stared at the baggie. His wife had a shocked look on her face. My wife just hung her head down.
“So I know that you have fucked my wife that late night and I know that my wife gave you a blow job tonight. So let’s get down to the details then we will leave,” I said.
Kevin arose from his chair and was intending to come at me. I stood up and quickly put my right fist into his midsection. His breath went out and he fell back into the chair.
“That was foolish of you! Now sit there like a good boy or there is more where that came from. I just want to ask you some questions about this affair that you are having with my wife and then she and I will leave. I expect you to answer my questions truthfully. However, if you fail to answer my questions or you lie to me, I will hurt you. Got it?” I asked.
He just stared at me. I stood up and I slapped him hard across the face. It shocked him and I could see that it made him angry because he clinched his fists. I repeated my question, “I asked you if you understood.”
He looked at his wife and shook his head yes.
“Kevin, I can see in your eyes that you would love to have a fight with me. You are bigger than I am and you are confident that you could easily beat me up. Isn’t that right?” I said.
“You bet, ” he said clinching his fists again.
“I was a medical officer in the Army but my specialty was hand-to-hand combat. I don’t think you want to mess with me,” I said.
Kevin turned red with anger but sat still.
“I was very angry with you after my wife confessed to having sex with you. I have decided to come over here and cut your balls off. You see, I grew up on a ranch and we cut all the male cattle every spring so I know how to cut off balls without the steers bleeding to death. I can do the same procedure on a human male,” I said. “I even brought my medical kit to perform the operation on you tonight.”
I held up the medical bag for Kevin to see. I heard his wife let out a soft “Oh” and my wife looked shocked. Kevin’s face turned pale and his eyes grew large. I decided to let him think about that while we talked.
“Kevin, I called your art teacher tonight. According to Mary Fish, you have no talent for painting and she said that she could not recommend you to take further lessons. I think you took the painting class just to meet women hoping that you could get one or more of them to fuck you. Isn’t that true?” I asked.
“No, that isn’t true. I just wanted to get out of the house. Besides, I have decided tonight that I am not going back to class,” Kevin said.
“You are not going back to painting class because you have fucked the only woman there that you wanted. Now there is no reason to go back. Isn’t that correct?” I asked.
“No, I lost interest in the class,” he said.
“I think that you like to go to places where there are a lot of women. You knew that the painting class would be mostly women so you would have choices of who you wanted to fuck. Somehow you selected my wife as your prey. I can certainly see why — she is very attractive. You made certain that you sat next to her in class so that you could seduce her. Isn’t that right?” I asked.
“I sit next to your wife but that is just how the seating ended up. Of course we talk while we paint but that is all,” he said.
“You intended to befriend my wife so that you could get into her pants. Isn’t that right?” I asked.
Kevin did not respond so I raised my hand to slap him again but he still did nothing.
“I can see that slapping you has no effect at all. I think I will have to step up my game,” I said.
I noticed that the Wilde home had a fireplace. I walked over to it and picked up the poker and returned to my chair. I laid the poker across my lap. I saw Kevin’s eyes grow large and his face went white.
“I asked you a question and we are all awaiting your answer. I can use force or you can answer the question. You befriended my wife so that you could fuck her, didn’t you?” I said.
He stared at the poker and then shook his head no.
“I warned you what would happen if you lied,” I said.
I hit him with the poker across his right shin, not hard enough to break a bone but hard enough to cause great pain. He screamed and grabbed his leg with both hands. I could see tears in his eyes.
“I will ask you again. You befriended my wife so that you could fuck her, didn’t you?” I said.
He said nothing but was holding his leg. I raised the poker to hit him again and he said, “Yes” rather softly — probably hoping that his wife would not hear him.
“Why did you choose my wife? I asked.
“She is the best-looking woman there,” Kevin softly replied with tear rolling down his cheeks.
“You are right. Helen is a beautiful woman. You have been telling Helen that your wife has cancer and most likely will not make it. You further stated that you have not had sex in over a year and that you have a bad case of ‘blue balls’. Isn’t that correct?”
Before he could answer his wife ran to him and slapped him hard across the face.
“You bastard! You used me to get women to screw you! How could you do that?” Sara said.
Kevin didn’t respond but just sat there rubbing his face with his hand. It was beginning to sink into his head that his affair was now exposed and he was in trouble with his wife.
“Kevin, you are the one who suggested going for a drink after class, isn’t that correct?” I asked.
“Yah, we were just going for a drink after class and I offered to drive everyone. I was just trying to get to know some of the students better. It was nothing really,” he said.
“You took 3 women with you, hoping that you could fuck one of them but you had really been priming my wife for that. The other two women left after one drink so then you succeeded in getting my wife drunk. Is that true?” I asked.
“The two ladies left after one drink. Helen and I had a couple more drinks and we just talked. When she told me she had to leave, I took her home,” he said.
“Kevin, you are skipping over the sex part. Once my wife was drunk, you then fucked her in the back seat of your fancy car. Isn’t that right?” I asked.
He sat still and said nothing. I understand why he did not answer because he would be admitting to his wife that he had sex outside of their marriage.
I picked up the poker and he leaped to his feet.
“I am going to take that poker away from you and beat you with it,” he threatened.
I punched him with the end of the poker handle in his sternum and he stopped dead in his tracks. His mouth was open but nothing was coming out. I pushed him back into the chair.
“Maybe after our talk, you and I can go outside. I would like that, you wife fucker!” I said.
His body was still in shock and he did not answer but he stared at me.
“We can either do this the easy way or the hard way. I asked you a question. You succeeded in getting my wife drunk. Then you fucked her in the back seat of your fancy car. Let me refresh your memory,” I said and I held up the baggie with my wife’s panties inside.
I was holding the poker ready to strike again. This time he shook his head yes.
“Kevin, you son-of-a-bitch! I will kill you!” his wife yelled.
She got up from the couch and headed straight for her husband. This time she slapped him several times and she kicked him in both shins as well. He let out a scream when she kicked him. I got up and escorted her back to the couch. She was crying and was almost hysterical.
When I turned my back on Kevin to help his wife to the couch, Kevin stood up and was limping to leave the room. I ran after him, grabbed his shoulders and turned him around. Then I hit him with both my left and my right fists into his abdomen. He immediately doubled over and sank to his knees. He was trying to get a breath but wasn’t having much success. I picked him up by the arm pits and then I drove my knee into his balls as hard as I could. He grabbed his crotch with both hands and I pushed him back into the chair.
“So you thought you could get away. Where can you go naked? You try that again and I will really hurt you,” I said.
“I was…. going…. to get…. my robe…. upstairs,’ he groaned.
I returned to my chair and asked Kevin, “Did you put anything in my wife’s drink to assure your sexual success? An Ecstasy pill maybe?”
Kevin just looked at me with a frown and then shook his head no. Maybe he was confident enough in his looks and ability that he didn’t need a drug. However, my wife has a hard time remembering details which could mean that she was drugged. Also he drove her home because he didn’t want the police to stop my wife driving and find drugs in her system. They could track the drugs to him. Drugging a woman’s drink is illegal.
“Sara, when we are finished here, please go through his clothes pockets and look for any pills in a baggie or in an unlabeled pill bottle. If you find any, handle them with a cloth or gloves so that your fingerprints are not on the bag. If he has any, they would be here at his home because he would not want to get caught with them in his car. If you find anything like that, I want you to tell me,” I said.
I turned back to Kevin. His forehead was wrinkled and he looked worried.
“My wife probably told you that I was suspicious after the first late night so you both did nothing until tonight. Tonight you kept the tryst short hoping that some story from my wife would satisfy me. My wife told me that tonight you cried big tears and told my wife a big lie. She took pity on you and gave you a blowjob. Isn’t this correct?” I asked.
He didn’t move so I used the handle of the poker to punch him hard in the balls. He screamed and then nodded his head yes.
“You son-of-a-bitch! You cried just to get sex?” Mrs. Wilde said. “You are such a worthless piece of shit! Come Monday I will see a lawyer and divorce your ass!”
“Yes, he did cry both times that we had sex. It broke my heart and I just trying to help him. Honest!” my wife said.
“Helen, I want you to tell Sara your story please,” I asked.
“On the night we were really late, four of us did go for a drink after class. Kevin offered to drive us there so we all rode with him. After one drink, the other two women walked back to the college to get their cars. Kevin said he needed one more drink and he needed to talk some more about his situation. So I stayed with him. We had a couple more drinks and I was beginning to feel the alcohol. I told him that it was getting late and I had better get home while I could still drive. As we walked out to his car, he was crying real tears and he thanked me for listening to his problems. Then out of the blue, he kissed me — a long passionate kiss. He opened the back seat door of his car and got in. He held out his hand to me and I followed him. I am not sure why I did it, but it must have been the drinks. We made out passionately for a while and we eventually had sex. I can’t remember much about it though,” my wife said.
Sara stopped crying and just stared at my wife.
My wife continued, “Tonight he walked me to my car and he helped me load my art stuff into my back seat. The whole time we were walking to my car he was crying about how ill his wife is and how badly he felt because he has had no sex in over a year. He said that his sperm was backed up and he was in pain. Then he kissed me passionately. I was feeling so badly for him! We got in my back seat and I gave him a blow job thinking that I was helping him with his pain.”
“I can’t believe that he actually cried. What a bastard!” Sara said.
“Oh yes, real tears. He was breaking my heart but now I know that it was all lies. He lied to me to get sex from me! I am so stupid that I didn’t see through him. I am so sorry, Sara. I didn’t intend to hurt you or my wonderful husband. I thought I was helping a very needy person,” my wife said.
Sara starred at my wife but said nothing.
“Do either of you two ladies have anything you want to ask Kevin?” I asked.
My wife spoke up, “Why did you do it. You have a very beautiful wife here. Wasn’t she enough for you?”
Kevin was looking at my wife and said, “Variety.”
“Kevin, I think that when you see a woman that you would like to fuck, you chase her until she gives in. Once you have fucked her, you are done with her and you move on to the next one. Is that what you have done with my wife? You were through with her after the blow job. Isn’t that right?” I asked.
Kevin shrugged his shoulders but said nothing so I hit him in the left shin with the poker. He screamed and grabbed his leg. I saw tears begin to form in his eyes.
“Yes! God Damn it!” Kevin said.
“How many other women have you seduced? Surely, this is not the first affair that you have had?” Sara asked.
Kevin just sat with his head down and did not answer her.
“Kevin, I don’t think it matters how many affairs that you have had because your marriage to Sara is over. You have had your last sex with both of these women. I hope it was worth it to you. You have broken up two marriages and you have messed up the relationship that you have with your kids. I wonder if they will forgive you for leaving them,” I said.
Kevin began to cry. He put his hands up to his face to hide his tears. I knew that I have hurt him emotionally. Next, I wanted to do something that he would think about for the rest of his life.
“I have a thought running around in my head. Kevin and Helen have had sex twice but Sara and I have had none. I think we deserve equal treatment,” I said.
“Wouldn’t that be cheating?? Isn’t that what you accused me of?” my wife asked.
“No! You and Kevin had sex behind our backs and then you lied about it to hide your infidelity. I am proposing that Sara and I have sex here in front of both of you so there is no cheating and it all will be consensual,” I explained.
“I won’t consent to you having sex with Sara,” my wife said.
“So it is OK for you to have sex outside of our marriage but it isn’t OK for me to do the same thing? Is that it?” I said.
My wife hung her head down and said nothing.
“What do you think about that, Sara?” I asked. “Would you be willing to have sex with me in front of them? Your husband can watch us having sex right here in front of him. A little something for him to remember about tonight!” I said.
“I am angry enough to do it just to show him that two can play his stupid game,” Sara answered.
“Kevin, I don’t think that you really love your wife or else you would not be cheating on her. Consequently, I don’t think that you would care if I had sex with your wife, would you?” I asked.
“Hell yes I mind!” he said.
“Kevin, you had sex at least twice with my wife so I should have sex twice with your wife. The only difference is that we will do it right here in front of you. There will be no hiding it or lying about it because you can watch. Your wife and I will make it a special performance just for you,” I said.
Sara walked over to her husband and said, “Kevin, I am going to fuck his eyes out right here in front of you. You are going to sit there and watch because you can’t do anything about it. You worthless piece of shit!”
“I am going to be the last person to fuck your wife….. not you! You started this but Sara and I are going to finish this,” I said.
“I’ll go clean up and lose my clothes,” Sara said and left the room.
“Honey, I don’t want you to do this. Please don’t do this,” my wife said.
“Helen, you are the one who denied me sex the same night that you fucked Kevin. You want it both ways don’t you. It’s OK for you to fuck Kevin and then deny me that night, and now you are denying me again,” I said. “No, you are going to sit there and watch Sara and me. I want it to hurt in your heart just like you hurt mine.”
Sara returned wearing a silk robe and she had a comforter rolled up under her arm. She unrolled the comforter on the floor between Kevin and my wife. She dropped her robe and stood fully nude facing me. She was lovely! She looked at her husband and gave him a flip of her hair, sort of a “fuck you”.
“Don’t…..” Kevin said begging.
Sara was slightly taller than I maybe about 5′ 10″. Her body was thin and athletic. Her breasts were nice mounds with pink areolas and nipples. Her tummy was flat and showed no marks from having 3 children. Her legs were long and firm and they came together at a smooth pubic mound.
Sara laid down on the comforter and held her arms up to me. I undressed quickly and laid down beside her.
“I noticed that you have a bigger cock than my husband,” Sara said.
“I am somewhat larger than most but I have seen larger ones. I guess that I am a sizemedium,” I replied.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a wonderful kiss. I parted my lips and our tongues sought each other. I broke the kiss and then moved to the side of her neck. She closed her eyes and started moaning quietly as I kissed her neck.
“Are you safe with doing this? I didn’t bring any condoms,” I whispered in her ear.
She quietly replied, “I am on the pill. Go for it!”
I rolled away from her and said to Kevin, “Kevin! Look at your beautiful wife’s body. It will be the last time you see it… ever”
I moved to her cute nipples that were standing erect. I cupped her right breast and then I licked and sucked each nipple. I started kissing my way down her stomach and finally ended up above her pussy.
I moved her legs apart and slid between them. I looked at Sara’s face and saw that she had her eyes closed. I took a quick look over at my wife, she had her head bowed down and her hands over her face. I started kissing my way up her thigh but avoided her pussy. I then kissed my way up her other thigh. I parted Sara’s labia and started in licking her inner lips. Sara was moaning and she started moving her hips. I sucked her clit into my mouth and started massaging it with my tongue. She let out a load moan as I first touched her clit. I carefully inserted a finger into her vagina and searched for her G spot. When I found it, she moaned and started moving her hips more vigorously.
I massaged her clit and her G spot for quite some time. She moaned and groaned loudly the whole time. I had to wonder if I was that good or if it was enhanced a bit to show her husband what he was missing. I kept it up until she had a very loud orgasm. I paused a moment to let her enjoy her orgasm then I continued giving her oral sex. After a minute or so she started a second orgasm. When it had passed, I moved my body over Sara and I looked up at Kevin.
“Kevin, I am about to fuck your lovely wife. Watch us carefully because it will be the last time you will see her beautiful pussy. I am going to make her cum just for you to watch. I want you to remember this night for the rest of your life,” I said.
I put the head of my dick between her pussy lips and then pushed just the head inside.
“Oh shit! Stop! You are too big! It feels like you are tearing me open. Go slow so that I can adjust to you,” Sara said.
I waited until she gave me the go ahead nod. I carefully inched in a little at a time and then stopped so that her vagina could adjust to my dick. I was able to get my full length inside of her. (Before I was married, I had fucked a lot of women but few could accept my full length.) I heard a groan of satisfaction so I started stroking slowly. I looked up at Kevin and he was crying as he watched us.
I stroked in and out of Sara very slowly. She groaned loudly the whole time. She was an active partner and would push her hips up to meet my thrusts. Once in a while she would rotate her hips to make it even better. We fucked for about 15 minutes when I heard her start panting and she started thrusting up to me faster; I knew her orgasm was cumming. I stroked faster and I felt my orgasm rising. Sara suddenly pushed her pelvis hard against me and arched her back. That was all it took to put me over the edge. We both had a noisy orgasm. I rolled off her and we both laid there panting.
Sara looked at me with almost love in her eyes.
“That was the best sex I have had….. ever! I have never have had such intense feelings during sex. I don’t know what you were doing to me but it was very wonderful! My husband has never made me feel like that. I know now what a shitty lover he was! Your wife was misguided to have sex with Kevin when she had something like you at home. Thank you, Jim, for showing me what a real lover is like!” Sara said.
I looked up at Kevin. Tears were rolling down his face. My plan worked! We had succeeded in making him feel the pain that Sara and I were feeling. He had watched his wife enjoy sex in front of him and he could do nothing about it. She also told him that it was better than anything he had ever done for her. His macho male ego was broken. He had been cuckolded and he had to live with that.
I then looked over at my wife. She was sitting with her hands in her lap and her eyes were red from crying. She looked just like a used rag doll. I stood up and walked over to her.
“Clean my dick, Helen. Kevin’s dick was the last one you have sucked, so now suck mine until it is clean,” I said.
My wife looked up at me with tears in her eyes and then grabbed my dick with her hand and put it into her mouth. She took her time and did a very good job. I walked over to my clothes and got dressed.
I saw Sara stand up and she stared at her husband without saying a word to him until he dropped his head. She then walked over to him and slapped him hard across the face again. She then headed for the bathroom to clean up.
When she returned, she was dressed. She gave me a great hug and then a passionate kiss. She and I walked over in front of Kevin. He had his head bowed down and tears were streaming down his face.
“Kevin, I want you to remember for the rest of your life what happened here tonight. Your need to fuck other women has caused you to lose this beautiful woman and your children. You are not the great lover that you think you are. Your wife just stated that she had the best sex of her life and it was not with you. Christ, your dick is so small it is pathetic,” I said.
Sara and I walked away from Kevin and talked quietly so only she and I could hear each other.
“We need to do something with Kevin,” I said.
“Couldn’t you just put him in the trunk of your car and just drop him off somewhere?” Sara said laughing. “I will pack a bag for him and he must leave here tonight. I don’t want him in the house with my children.”
“I agree with you; he needs to leave tonight. I will stay until he has left,” I said.
I walked back to Kevin and said, “Your wife is gone so we can talk man-to-man. When you were fucking my wife in your car, did you take any photos with your cell phone?”
“Yah, I took a couple. How did you know?” Kevin said.
“I know your type! I want you to erase them tonight. Where is your phone?” I asked.
“It’s in my car,” Kevin said.
“If I see them on the internet or anywhere else, you will die of lead poisoning. You will never know where or when it will happen. A bullet will hit you right in the middle of your forehead, but you don’t have to worry because I hear that it is instantaneous. You will never know what hit you. Delete those photos tonight!” I said as Kevin shook his head yes.
I returned to the couch and sat down beside my wife. I put my arm around her and pulled her close. Kevin just sat in his chair with his head down. He cried off and on.
When Sara returned, she was pulling a roller suitcase and she had some sweats under her arm.
“This will be enough clothing to get him through the weekend. I brought some sweats pants and stuff for him to wear tonight.” she said and threw his clothes on the floor in front of Kevin.
“By the way, look what I found in his painting pants pocket. He wears old clothes to his watercolor class to keep paint from getting on his good clothes,” Sara said.
Sara had a surgical glove on one hand; She held up a small baggie with 6 or 8 orange pills inside. I looked at them and realized that they were indeed Ecstasy tablets.
“Well, Kevin, it looks like you did drug my wife to have sex with her, you know doing that is illegal and will get you some jail time,” I said to him.
“Mrs. Wilde… Sara…do you have someplace safe to keep these?” I asked.
She left the room.
“Kevin, get up and get dressed. You need to leave here right away before the police get here. Your wife is going to turn you in for having illegal drugs. I will see that she gives you a 30-minute head start before she calls the cops. Find someplace to stay and keep away from your wife. If you hurt her, I will hurt you back. Don’t forget to delete those photos tonight! Now get dressed because the clock is ticking,” I said.
Sara had returned to hear the end of my threat to Kevin.
“Yes…. just leave us, Kevin. I don’t want you here. I will pack up your stuff tomorrow and set it outside. You can get it whenever but don’t come in the house,” Sara said.
He quickly dressed and picked up the suitcase. On his way out he picked up his wallet and keys from the kitchen counter. His cell phone must be in his car. We heard his car lay rubber as he left.
“Call the police and give them the drugs. You can explain to them that you found them in his clothes but deny that you knew that he had them. Lock the doors after we leave. Tomorrow first thing get a locksmith in here,” I said.
Sara and I hugged and she gave me another romantic kiss.
“Thank you for some great sex tonight. You are a fantastic lover,” Sara said.
“There are good men out there that would be proud to be married to you,” I said.
“I still owe you a blow job!” she said.
“I will take a rain check on that. Right now, my wife and I need to go home. We are both very tired and need some sleep,” I answered and walked away.
I grabbed my medical kit and helped my wife up from the couch. Sara walked us to the door.
In the car on the way home my wife asked, “Did it help you to confront Kevin?”
“Yes, he confirmed your story. I have to admit that it satisfied my need to cause him pain. I am fairly certain that he won’t be seducing any married women in the future,” I replied.
“You don’t love Kevin. Right?” I asked.
“Oh heavens no! I was just trying to help him, the rotten person,” my wife said. “Do you think that he drugged me?”
“It is a strong possibility. You seem to have a hard time remembering details which is a symptom of Ecstasy. We could have had you tested if you had been honest with me when you came home,” I said.
There was no further discussion in the car. When we arrived home, we both undressed silently and crawled into bed. There was no effort made for sex by either of us.
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The next morning we got up and my wife made a nice breakfast for us. We both called our work place and informed them that we were taking the day off.
“Can we discuss last night?” my wife asked.
“I see no reason to discuss last night, your blowjob, or your late night. It is all behind us and cannot be changed. This is a new day and we should now concentrate on the future,” I answered..
“What is going to happen with us?” my wife asked.
“I think we both need a cooling off period. I want you to go pack some clothes and I will go rent a business suite for you at that place by Walmart for 30 days. During these 30 days, I want you to think about what you have done and why you did it. You need to understand that you weren’t doing something good for the world by giving away sex. I also want to you to think about how good our life, loving and even sex is here and what you will be missing if we should divorce.
“I don’t want you to come back home until you can understand that it is wrong to have sex to someone other than your husband. If after 30 days, you still believe that you have done nothing wrong giving Kevin sex, then I will file for legal separation,” I explained.
“So you are throwing me out.” my wife said.
“No, I am not! I am giving you time to sort out your head and I need some time alone to work toward forgiving you. I love you very much! You are the woman that I chose to spend the rest of my life with. You are the only woman that I want in my life. I certainly didn’t want this to happen to our lives,” I said.
“Honey, I am still having trouble with last night,” she said.
“While you are alone and thinking about everything, ask yourself, ‘How much of that was real or how much of that was acting to make Kevin jealous and realize the rest of his life what he was losing?’ Think about it!” I said.
Having said that, I grabbed my car keys and left. When I returned, my wife had two large suitcases packed.
“I will put them into your car for you. Here is the room keycard for your suite. It is room 210,” I said.
“May I kiss you?” my wife asked.
I hugged her and gave her a long kiss.
“Will you call me?” she asked.
“Yes, of course. Maybe not every day but I will call you to see how you are but don’t call me unless it is an emergency. I too need time to be alone and think,’ I said.
I put the suitcases in her car as she sat down in the driver’s seat. She closed the door and began to cry. As she drove away, I too started to cry. There went the love of my life, my life partner.
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The day after she left, I had a locksmith change our locks and the code for the garage door. I did not have to separate our finances because we have always had separate bank accounts and separate credit cards.
A few days after the evening at the Wilde’s, Sara called me.
“How are you both handling the other night?” she asked.
“I decided that we needed some time away from each other to sort out our thoughts and emotions. I have rented her an executive suite for 30 days and then we will see where we are,” I said.
“Don’t be too hard on your wife. I know that it was all Kevin’s doing. This was not the first time it has happened but this is the last time thanks to your help,” she said.
“I need the time alone too to get my head around all this,” I said.
“If you get lonesome, you are welcome to come here. I would love to see you again and I do owe you a blowjob. You could even spend the night,” Sara said.
“Thank you for your kind offer but I am still married,” I said.
“If things don’t work out with your wife, please call me. I have never had a lover like you. You could move in with me here,” she said.
“Thank you again. I must go now,” I said. And we hung up.
The first week of the separation was tough for me but I got through it and I did not call my wife. However, by the second week I was missing her, especially at night. I gave in and called her twice just to hear her voice. The discussion was limited to “How are your”, “Are you sleeping well” and “How is work”.
The third week I was a basket case. I had to call her several times. Bedtime was the worst for me because I really missed her warm body against mine.
I recognize that my wife has a soft heart. She does enjoy giving money to the homeless people. I tried to tell her that as soon as she is gone, they will spend her money on drugs and alcohol. That doesn’t bother her because she is only interested in the giving. I can understand how her having sex with Kevin happened. Clearly there was no love involved, just her soft heart. I want and need her soft heart to be here taking care of me as we both age.
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On the 29th day of our separation, my wife asked to meet with me. I suggested we meet for dinner after work at a restaurant that we both enjoyed.
I arrived first and was sipping a sherry. Helen came in wearing a professional woman’s suit and her hair had just been styled. She looked beautiful. I stood up to greet her.
“You look beautiful, Helen!” I said.
As she sat down, she said, “I have really missed you! This has been the longest that I have been without you.”
“Helen, there is one thing that you have never said to me throughout this mess. I had hoped that it might be the first thing that you would say to me tonight. I am…. disappointed,” I said and I stood up as if to leave.
My wife looked puzzled trying to figure out what I was talking about. Then she smiled at me and reached to grab my hand.
“Honey, I am sorry!” she said. “I am sorry for what I did; I am sorry for hurting you; and I am sorry for hurting Sara and her children.”
“That is what I wanted to hear,” I said and I returned to my chair.
“Honey, the reason that I did not say it before was because I am too intelligent to act like one of those stupid, whiny wives when caught cheating that would say those overly-used clichés such as ‘Forgive me’ or ‘Don’t leave me’ or ‘It was just sex’ or the worst one ‘It’s not what it looks like’,” my wife said.
“Do you still want me?” she asked.
“Of course I do. You are my wife,” I said.
“Then may I move back home?” she asked.
“I want you to answer that one question for me. In your heart do you accept that there is no reason or excuse for a married woman to have sex with anyone other than her husband?” I asked.
My wife hung her head down and softly said, “Yes!”
“Look me in the eyes and say it because you mean it,” I said.
She looked straight into my eyes and said, “Yes, I do accept. I admit that I was wrong to have sex with anyone other than you,” she said.
“We both have had sex outside of our marriage so it is time to forgive so that we can move on beyond this incident. I want you to move back home,” I said.
When our meal was finished, we both got in our cars and headed home for the best sex of our marriage. The next day, we cleaned out her suite and moved her home.
Kevin? Who cares!