It still emotionally hurt me enough I had Sharon sign a prenuptial agreement that if one party cheated, he or she would get only fifteen percent of our communal assets and no alimony. For us that would be mainly cash assets as the business was exempt as was the house where we lived. It was one I had built soon after my divorce. I needed a place to live and being the builder gave me a great equity advantage.
I certainly could not complain about my sex life with Sharon. She was hot in bed, in the kitchen, living room or wherever we happened to be. She still occasionally teased me about Judy leaving me for a woman saying Judy must just love the taste of pussy as my cunnilingus skills were certainly ‘adequate’. She said my penis was large enough to do the job as well unless Judy just liked big dildos that would stretch her out. I always figured penis size was relative to body size. I had not measured mine since I was a young teen, but it was long enough the glans covered my navel. Sharon slipped one time and said that was her preferred method of comparison instead of how it fit in her mouth. She refused to tell me how much comparing she had done. I really did not want to know as long as mine was the only one she touched now.
I had just dressed in jeans and a sport shirt after my shower and was headed towards the kitchen for a second beer when the front door opened and Sharon entered. My irritation increased upon observing two things. First she had nothing resembling food in her hands and secondly she was not alone. Her boss, Greg Robinson, followed her inside.
Greg was not her actual boss. His wife Melinda was. Melinda had formed Robinson Realty several years ago. Greg worked for an automobile dealership for a few years. When the real estate brokerage started doing well, Greg got his own license and joined his wife’s firm. I didn’t think he was a broker yet. Melinda’s signature appeared on all the closing documents. She was certainly the driving force for the brokerage.
I asked Sharon if she forgot this was her week to cook while I eyed Greg. Greg always had an irritating smirk on his face. Or that’s how I thought of it. Others called it a charming smile. He was a nice looking man who exuded charm. No wonder he did well well selling cars. He could seduce a customer into a purchase. I have no idea how good he was at real estate. He greeted me, “evening Dave”.
“Oh, I’m sorry, honey. Greg bought me supper. Melinda is out of town. She took her boys to her parents’ house. They are gonna visit for the week.” Sharon said brightly. “How about I fix you an omelet?” I did not respond. Something here did not compute. I wondered why Greg was here. If he took Sharon out to dinner because his wife was out of town, why hadn’t he gone home afterwards? I got myself a second beer while I thought about this.
This was NOT adding up to anything good. I’d seen this scene MANY times before. Not personally of course, but in the multitude of stories I’d read. Hell, I’ve even included similar scenes in my own stories. I felt a coldness sweep over me. “I’ll be right back. I have to pee.” I said, carrying my bottle of beer with me. I’d set it on the table and then realized I did not want to let it be available for any tampering. My imagination was in hyperdrive.
I walked into my bedroom and pulled my cell phone off the charger and went into the bathroom. I turned on the video function and tested it. I was glad I had put on a sport shirt that had a pocket instead of my normal t-shirt attire. I had predicted Sharon would want to go out to dinner instead of cooking when she finally came home. I did one other thing as I glanced at the dresser where I’d left my wallet. I walked back out. They were sitting at the kitchen table. I sat across from Greg. I wanted him on the other side of the table if this panned out the way I was dreading it would.
“So what’s up? ” I asked in as neutral a tone as I could manage. I could feel my voice shake with the adrenaline surge. I chided myself. Nothing had even been said and I was already reacting.
“I wanted to talk to you about what I found on your computer.” Sharon said. Now THAT took me by surprise. I had expected her line to be, ‘We need to talk.’ I did not ask what she was talking about. I simply looked at her. “I needed to look something up and my laptop was in my car so I used the computer in your office. I noticed some strange files.”
‘Oh crap!” I thought. “She found my story files. Now I am gonna have to explain about my little hobby.”
“So why is Greg here?” I asked, out loud. “Seems this is a conversation that should be between us.” I certainly did not want to explain my activities in front of him. Not that I was ashamed of my stories. I just wanted to keep my writing activities private. If that was even possible any more.
“Well, I told him what I found.” Sharon said. ‘And we uhh…. I felt it just right he is here for this.” My antenna went up again. I did not say a word. I waited, my stomach beginning to twist again. “There were a few things, files, that I found very, uhhh different. Then I checked out your browser history. You seem to read a lot of erotic stories. Many seemed to be about women having sex with multiple men. Some were pretty wild. Like the incest or bondage stories. Then I went back to the first one I found. It was entitled “Cuckold Psychology and Expectations”. That one really surprised me.” I asked her if she read it. “Yeah, it was not the whole article obviously. It looked like you were taking notes. There were multiple bullet points that showed how a cuckold is supposed to act and things he might to do for his wife and her lover. Some of them would be pretty humiliating for the man. Pretty kinky, too.”
I did not tell her the actual article does not exist. I had made up the title and the bullet points to use in a story I was writing. It was about a wife who has just presented the idea of her having a lover to her husband as what she expected him to do. She quoted the article as her source of material. In my story the guy does not react well. I never finished the story. I could not come up with a satisfactory way for him to respond to his coldhearted, cheating wife other than being violent. I wanted a different answer to the affront. Oh I had many actions to see how they felt. None felt right or they had been done so often my approach was cliche. I had moved the actual story to the back burner to compose a story about an alternate society where judicial slavery existed. Sharon had obviously not read my story file. She had been too busy looking at my notes and browsing history.
“I realized you have fantasies of your wife cheating on you and making you accept her being the boss.” Sharon said. I stared at her. I know I was blushing. Not that I was embarrassed about her comments but that she was saying this in front of Greg Robinson. “I guess it stems from Judy cheating on you with a girl. You probably thought you did not measure up or something.” I thought nothing of the kind. We had discussed this before. She was not finished. “We talked about that and you certainly have a big enough cock to satisfy any normal woman. And your pussy licking skills are great.”