This is a work of fiction, but it is rooted in some fact. I did some research, and found some interesting takes on the theme of infidelity. This is a story that covers just two days in the life of an unstable, but loving wife and her loving, but devoted husband.
There is no attempt to make any medical diagnoses; it’s enough to know the wife is sick and her illness is impactful. I hope you enjoy it.
I’m one of the primary ‘in house’ doctors at our local hospital. The hospital is a mid-sized facility just about fifty miles from Baltimore, Maryland. For a hospital we’re small in comparison to the giants up and down the eastern seaboard, but we have a decent reputation, and we’ve gotten some pretty good press lately thanks to the hard work of our rank and file personnel.
One advantage we have that most hospitals in our size and financial range has that others don’t is our proximity to Johns Hopkins. Hopkins is considered one of the top three hospitals in the world; it’s like a mecca of medical care and research. That doesn’t make it perfect; far from it, accidents happen all the time even at the best places. I mean a heart surgeon can just as easily lose a patient at Hopkins as anywhere. One misstep by an overtired P.A. when inserting a catheter in an eighty year old man and all the skill and experience in the world probably won’t save him; I mean that’s just one of the tragic facts of life.
Anyway what did John Kennedy say, “A rising tide raises all ships, and our closeness to Hopkins gives us access to some pretty talented medical minds not to mention the technologies of the place. Too bad, I just wished it were helpful as it relates to the problems me and my wife have had over the past two decades.
Not too bored yet I hope? Then let’s get to the story.
Like I said I’m a tier one doctor at a pretty good hospital. At our facility we like everybody to pitch in everywhere they can. I’m good for the emergency room. I’m ‘on call’ off and on two or three days a week. That might seem odd to some, but that’s how I’ve worked out my schedule. Trust me; I know what I’m doing.
Most of my surgeries are scheduled for Tuesdays. Mondays and Wednesdays I meet and greet patients and on Fridays I’m usually at a satellite facility further west. Thursday I go to the hospital in the mornings for a very brief ‘look in’, and the rest of the day I reserve for family or whatever comes up. The weekends are when I’m ‘on call’ at the emergency room. Most of the time I’m never bothered, but sometimes it can be pretty stressful. This is going to be one of those weekends; Monday is Memorial Day.
Here’s where the fun begins.
My wife Serena is, and always has been a homemaker. We have three daughters; our oldest is Alaina, she’s fourteen, next up is Renee who’s thirteen, and last on the list is Danielle who just happens to be three. I know what everyone’s thinking; fourteen, thirteen, and three! Well shit happens! Damn that’s part of the story!
All four of my girls look basically the same; remember Serena to me is one of my girls. They all have this sandy brownish blondish hair. They used to call the stuff strawberry blond. They all have light blue eyes, and all four of them are knock outs!
My wife is a splendid 5’5”, wasp waist, nice firm 34Bs, and legs that go all the way up to her perfect heart shaped ass. She also has a perfect heart shaped face, pert little nose, tiny ears with only one piercing, a long swanlike neck, high cheek bones, and eye lashes that are so long they make my mouth water. I guess everyone can see on the physical side she makes me gush with pride.
Serena’s an only child; a late in life baby. Her dad died just a few weeks ago, and her mom, Rebecca, has never been a very independent woman. Serena tells me since her dad died her mom calls maybe two or three times a day. She constantly has to traipse back and forth between her mom’s and our house to check on her. She probably visits the supermarket four or five times a week to pick up things for her mom or she’s constantly at the library taking out books for her. It’s like she’s gone all the time.
How Serena and I met and our interesting sex lives are matters I’ll bring up later. This is a scary story; it involves some unbelievable events and infidelity is only a part, arguably an unusual part, of the whole tale. By the way, if there’s anyone who thinks I’m calm and in control about what I’m about to detail then they don’t know me. Honestly, I’m the scaredest and most confused son of a bitch this side of Kalamazoo, wherever that is.
Like I said Serena’s mainly a homemaker, but what even with Danielle and our older girls and now her mom Serena decided she needed to get out of the house a little just, as she described it, ‘to give her some perspective’. Anyway she got a little part time job at the public library. She goes in three afternoons a week; Mondays, Tuesdays, and Wednesdays. We hired a baby sitter to watch Danielle and pick up Renee and Alaina. I guess what I’m saying is since her dad died Serena’s schedule has gotten a little erratic. Sometimes I find it hard to keep up with her, and that’s a problem as everyone may soon realize.
Normally I go in to the hospital on Saturdays regardless of the circumstances. I like to use my time to check up on the weekend just to make sure everything’s running smoothly. Of course I do this because of the usual increases in activity on weekends, but I also like to keep ahead on anything else that might be coming up for the week. I guess I show up around 8:00 a.m. and get things finished by around 2:00 in the afternoon. After that I go home and hang out. This time of year I might slip over to one of the high schools to catch a lacrosse game, and hopefully later watch a little TV with my wife, probably get a little nookie, and hope I don’t get called back to the hospital.
Well I tooled on in to the hospital to see how things were going. Like I said its Memorial Day weekend and I expected there might be a little added activity; what with the barbeques, drunk drivers, new motorcycles, crazy high school seniors, and the usual summer stuff. You’d think people would know better, but they don’t.
I checked the situation out, and felt like since it was Memorial Day I’d try to get back home a little earlier than my usual 2:00 p.m. I mean there’s a good chance I’d be back at the hospital later anyway so why shouldn’t I get some free time in with my wife and littlest girl. By the way Alaina and Renee were at a church picnic. Serena might have gone too, but she said she was afraid to be very far from her mother. That made sense I guess. The hospital’s only about eight miles from home, and even with the added traffic I knew I could still make some pretty good time.
I got back home just after 11:00. I backed my GMC HD diesel pick-up in the driveway. I’d bought a little sunfish a couple years ago. I thought I could hook it up, Serena could pack a picnic lunch, and the three of us could scoot around out on the lake at the nearby state park. Sure Danielle was still kind of small, but she’d done it before and liked it. I have life vests for everyone anyway.
I parked my truck in front of the tow trailer my sunfish sat on, got out, and walked around to the kitchen door, pulled it open, and I got the surprise of my life!
I stood there stunned while I watched my wife as she sat in a chair propped at the edge of the kitchen table with Tim Austin, my sister’s ‘good for nothing’ husband standing in front of her. I think he was trying to plow my fields with his six inch rod.
Honestly, in hindsight, his meat package didn’t look all that impressive. I’d measured myself while I was in graduate school. I came in at a very respectable seven inches. Serena and I, until now, had always happily called my little fellow ‘Her Magnificent Seven’. At the moment I didn’t feel very magnificent.
Serena was laughing and giggling like she was some kind of idiot.
I heard Tim, my erstwhile brother in law, laugh and say, “Now watch this.”
Serena had her hands in her lap; her face couldn’t have been more than three inches from Tim’s meat. He was waving it back and forth in front of her like it was an American flag.
“Come on,” he said, “give the old stable boy’s horse a little kiss right there on his head.”
She was gasping and giggling. She took one of her hands and put a finger up close to it, not quite touching it. She giggled again, “You know I can’t do that.”
I was amazed, no stunned! I know my wife. I mean if he got any closer, just its proximity would cause her to have an orgasm. Tim was pumping away with his hand as fast as he could. I thought she was getting ready to lean forward and kiss him. If she did she’d be kissing him right on the head of his dick! That’s when she saw me.
It had been maybe six seconds, and I still hadn’t said anything. Shit, like I said, I was stunned!
Serena looked at me, she giggled again, and said, “Oh hi honey.” She had this stupid shit eating grin on her face. She was still laughing. She thought the whole thing was funny! She pointed at my brother in law’s dick and said, “Look!”
I don’t think even I fully understood what exactly it was I was seeing. I looked at Tim who’d turned around to look at me. I said, “Tim I think it’s time for you to leave.”
He was grinning like the asshole he was, “Oh hey man. Yeah,” he whipped his Johnson away from my wife. He started ejaculating. His skunk piss flew all over my wife’s face and the kitchen table.
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