"When you were in Phoenix, ah...did you...damn it, this is difficult for me," Katy said.
I shrugged. My business had failed six months before, and the first job I found took me to Phoenix for four months. Katy and our two children couldn't relocate with me. She had a contract with the school board as a guidance counselor, and couldn't or wouldn't break her contract. My next job took me to Salt Lake City, and my family joined me when the school year ended. When I left in search of a job, our marriage wasn't very solid. When a man fails at business, he thinks less of himself. At least I did, and my loss of self-confidence was reflected not only in the workplace but also in my personal life. At the time, I actually wondered if Katy and the kids would join me wherever I landed.
"Spit it out, Katy. I don't understand your question." I chuckled. "Probably because you haven't asked it yet."
"When you were in Phoenix or before I joined you in Salt Lake City did you have an affair?"
Bam! Katy had never asked me such a question before, and it shocked me. "No," I said. "Why do you ask?"
I had not had an affair, but I'm ashamed to say I had not been faithful. I was in a bar one night, and two women entered. One of them had just discovered her husband had been fucking around on her, and she wanted to show him how it felt. I became her get-even fuck. If I had known why she came on to me, I would have passed. She didn't tell me why she had seduced me until we lay in the lethargic afterglow that followed shared orgasms. I never saw her again, so the one-night stand could hardly be labeled an affair.
"Just wondered. Didn't you get lonely?"
"Of course. I got horny, too. What about you?"
"Yeah, me, too. Lonely and horny." She slid over next to me on the sofa and took my hand in hers. "We were apart for six months except the one weekend I visited you in Phoenix. I know how important sex is to you, so I figured...you know."
Something wasn't quite right. Her question and her comments were out of character. Not that Katy wasn't highly sexed, because she was a tigress in the bedroom, and when aroused wasn't opposed to naughty words and even naughtier deeds.
Then a theory shuffled unbidden into my mind. Was she searching for justification? Had she had an affair and now felt guilty because we had come back together as a husband and wife again, as a family? Sex was just as important to Katy as it was to me, maybe more so. Before we met, Katy was much more experienced sexually than I, and while we dated, she continued to see other men, men she fucked as well as me until we became a couple and promised each other we'd be monogamous. One night after we were engaged, she felt compelled to tell me about what she called her wild years, and she confessed everything she had ever done - well almost everything. I suspected she omitted quite a bit. She said it wouldn't be fair if I didn't know how wild she had been before we married. At the same time, she promised to be faithful to me. Did her confession upset me? No, it gave me a hard-on. Sick, huh? Besides, she had picked me as her mate. I reasoned she preferred me to all the other men she had slept with. Skewed reasoning, I admit, but it had validity for me at the time. Still does. Katy is highly sexed, one of many things I love about her.
About three years into our marriage when the sex was getting a little stale, I started to ask her about some of her sexual experiences before we became a couple. She had not given me details in her confession, just a rough overview, and I wanted details. I asked her for the details when she was highly aroused and softened the request by telling her thinking about her wild years excited me. If she thought my request strange, she didn't let on, and for the next few years, I pulled more and more details of her earlier sexual experiences from her memory. I noticed telling me about them made her more excited, and her detailed stories certainly excited me.
Did Katy have another story to tell me? One not quite so far in the past? One thing for sure, if she had an affair it was finished. Since she joined me in Salt Lake City, I felt certain she had been faithful.
As my daddy told me, you won't know until you ask?
"What's his name?"
"The man you had an affair with. What is his name?"
She blushed and pursed her lips. My heart started to race. Frankly I had expected denial. All of a sudden I couldn't get enough air, and my hands started to tremble. The green-eyed monster called jealousy swooped down and grabbed me in its talons. She didn't ask me if I had been unfaithful. She had asked me if I had an affair, which at the time meant she had had an affair. She had not succumbed to her needs one time, like me, but had fucked the man many times. I felt cheated. I, too, had cheated, but only once. Katy and spread her lovely legs many times. Images flashed into the theater in my mind. Lurid, prurient images crashed through my consciousness like a slide show, and the green-eyed monster grew to mammoth proportions.
Terry, our four-year-old daughter, skipped into the room and demanded a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and a glass of milk. Katy didn't know what to do. Should she shoo Terry away and handle my question or satisfy her daughter's wish? She chose to defer our discussion, pushed herself to her feet and took our daughter's hand in hers. Glancing fearfully over her shoulder at me, she trudged off to the kitchen. Terry skipped along beside her mother, like my heart.
I had half a hard-on. Sick, huh?
I rose and followed my wife and daughter to the kitchen.
When Katy saw me, she said, "Later, Derrick."
"Details later. His name now," I demanded.
She glanced self-consciously at Terry as she ladled peanut butter on bread. Shaking her head, she repeated herself. "Uh-uh, later."
Did Terry know his name? Is that why Katy refused to grant my request? Had he been in my house? Had he fucked my wife in my bed while my children were in the house? No. If my children knew him, it wasn't because they had seen her with him in our bed. Katy would have been discreet, especially around the children. "Do I know him?" I asked persistently.
"That's a bad word, Mommy," Terry said.
"Yeah, I know. Sorry, sweetums," Katy said lovingly and then glared at me. "Go mow the lawn."
Fuck the lawn, I thought, but I knew I wouldn't drag more details from her then, so that's exactly what I did. I spent the next hour behind a lawn mower watching a pornographic drama in my mind's theater. Three full-fledged hard-ons arrived and departed in the process. I felt intensely jealous. In truth, Katy's experiences before our marriage made me jealous - of her, not the men she fucked. I wished I had had as many and varied experiences as she. Soon she would tell me a new experience. Could I handle the monster hanging over me like a shroud? Or would I jump her bones and fuck the living daylights out of her. Somewhere in between, I decided.
The images continued while I showered, and a couple more erections sprung up and faded away. I toweled off and stepped into the bedroom to dress. Katy was sitting on the bed.
"The kids are across the street with the Thompsons," she announced.
"His name," I demanded as I strolled to the dresser and pulled out a pair of boxers.
"The counselor you worked with in Las Vegas?" I pulled on the boxers.
"Isn't he married?"
She blushed. "Yes."
I sat on the opposite side of the bed and tried to picture Green. I had met him a couple of times when I picked up Katy from work. If my memory served me, he was an inch or two shorter than me, receding blond hair, weak blue eyes, strong chin, in fair shape.
"Did his wife find out about the affair?"
"I don't think so, and what we did can't be classified as an affair."
Relief washed over me. "Take off your clothes."
"You heard me. Take off your clothes. I'm very upset, angry and jealous, too. You're going to tell me what happened. I won't be able to get through the telling unless I'm inside you."
"Katy, humor me, please. I'm serious. I'm angry and jealous, but I'm also turned on. If I'm not inside you when you give me the details, I'll get pissed and stomp out of the house. I'll have to."
She nodded, stood and took off her clothes. Katy is a stunning woman. At thirty-three, she kept herself in good shape. Her breasts weren't heavy, so even after nursing two children, they didn't sag, but the suckling babies had enlarged her nipples. I have never seen nipples as large as hers on any woman, and I loved them, loved them in my mouth and loved to fondle them. When she removed her bra the nipples appeared engorged. Tall at five seven, she weighed in at 120 pounds. She had long, gorgeous legs, a small waist and womanly hips. She didn't trim her pubic hair, and she had grown a forest over the years, but being blonde, I could still see her thick labia when she slipped off her panties.
By the time she had disrobed, I had removed the boxers and was fully erect. She knelt on the bed and gracefully crawled over to me. She took my cock in her hand and stroked it.
"I love you, Derrick."
"Yeah, I know. Lay on your back."
I rolled to my side next to her and lifted her left leg over my hip. She spread her right leg, and I scooted under her until my hard cock rubbed against her vulva. She wasn't wet, so I cupped her cunt with my hand.
"Tell me," I said.
"I think I'm going to disappoint you."
"Yes, not that much happened."
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