Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Consensual, Reluctant, Coercion, Heterosexual, Cheating, Cuckold, Oral Sex, Anal Sex,
Desc: Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Man discovers things about his wife all because of a car accident she is in.
It was eight o'clock in the evening when 'the' call came. I had been working long and hard all-day and got home to a message on the answering machine at six. She had a meeting late tonight and wouldn't be home any time soon. She also said she would eat out so not to wait for her.
Sue, my wife is a wonderful wife. We have been married for about ten years. We have no kids as we both decided early in our marriage to not have any until we were settled in our lives and comfortable. That time hadn't come along yet, and as much as I was ready, I loved Sue enough to not press her.
Sue's job had unusual hours at times since she was involved in international business sales for the company she worked for. She was good at what she did and her beauty didn't hurt her ability to get contracts either. I was used to her being out late once in a while, but lately she had been doing that quite a bit. It seemed ever since her new supervisor had taken over.
Anyway... I digress... The call came in at eight o'clock. I remember because I was looking at the clock as I picked up the phone. The man on the other end of the phone was brusque and business like.
"Mr. Adams? John Adams?"
"Yes. This is he."
"Your wife has been involved in an accident. She is here at County General. She is going to be all right but she was banged up pretty good. We are going to keep her over night for observation. We thought you should know."
"Okay. Uh... I'll be right down. You're sure she's going to be okay though?"
After I hung up my mind was dazed. How could she have been in an accident? What had happened? I drove to the hospital in record time. I was surprised I didn't get a speeding ticket. I pushed the limits all the way.
Walking into the ER I found myself in front of the main desk. As I was waiting I could hear the doctor and nurse talking about the man in the room behind me.
"He is one lucky man. She could have bit it clean off. As it is he's going to have about fifteen stitches around the base of his penis."
"I find it hard to believe that she had him that far inside her mouth. Her teeth marks were right at the base, in his pubic hair."
"You mean where his pubic hair used to be?"
Laughing the nurse shook her head and walked into the room.
I froze. That was Sue's boss's name. I was now stunned even more. What had happened? Had Sue been with him? If so... had she witnessed this woman almost biting him off? Then it hit me. Sue had been with him in the car. Had Sue been the one with her mouth down his cock and almost bit it off?
I was thinking hard now. It couldn't have been. Sue had in the past given me a blowjob, but she always considered my seven inches too long to take very far inside her mouth. Most certainly she couldn't have taken her boss's cock that far... unless... unless he had a really small cock.
About then the nurse came out of his room and went over to where the other nurses on shift were standing. I maneuvered in closer in time to hear them discussing his cock.
"Man, she had it all the way to the base? That thing is eight inches soft. How long and big around would it be hard?"
"I know. It's amazing. Where did she ever learn to take a cock that big that deep?"
"I'd love to ask her... but it's really none of our business."
"The ambulance drivers said that her bra and blouse were undone and she had no panties on either. They must have really been going at it."
"What are the odds that a drunk driver would sideswipe them and cause them to hit that fence like they did? They were lucky they didn't head on with that guy. She was lucky her guy didn't drive over that embankment. That alone would have killed them both."
"Her husband been called?"
"Yes. That's the other thing. How do you think he'll take it knowing that she was in a car wreck with her friend in there? Cheating on him like that then to have something like this happen. I'd not want to be in her shoes."
"Can I help you sir?"
One of the nurses had finally noticed me and turned to take care of me. The others kept talking in lower voices, until I announced that I was Mr. Adams. They looked at me guiltily and then moved apart and got real busy on things around them. The nurse helping me turned red in the face.
"Uh... you didn't hear... I mean to say..."
"Yes I heard. I know my wife was with her boss in his car. They had an accident and his penis was almost bit off. I guess that means she was... cheating on me then."
"I'm sorry. Uh... well... she's in room seven over there. To your right. You're not going to do anything rash are you Mr. Adams? I mean... your wife and her... friend and all."
"Look, I'd better not see her right now. She's going to survive right? I'll just stop by later... after I've had some time..."
"I'm sorry. It must be a double dose of shock. Are you all right?"
I wasn't all right as she asked, but what could I say to her? I just shook my head and turned to leave. As I walked past Sue's boss's room I had to resist an urge to go in there and stomp the holy living shit out of that bastard. The only thing that stopped me was the two policemen standing in there with him taking his statement.
I went home and just sat. Not a single light on in the house. I was stunned and hurt more than I had ever been in my entire life. My partner, my spouse, my one true love, my wife... had been cheating on me. How long? Why? I had lots of questions but no answers. None at all.
I remember the sun coming up. I was still sitting there, dressed, and not having slept at all. I called into my work and took some emergency leave. They had heard of Sue's accident and asked how she was. How was she? I didn't know. I hadn't gone to see her after finding out the shocking truth about her 'work' last night.
The phone rang about ten separate times before I came out of my daze and answered it.
"John? Where are you? Didn't someone call you last night? I need you. Please... I'm at the hospital... um... County General. Can you come get me please?"
"Oh, you want me to come get you? Why not ask your boss Mr. Samuel's? He got you to the hospital it seems. Oh by the way... I hope his cock works all right now. How bad of an accident was it that it caused your mouth to get into his pants and over his cock and almost bite it off?"
I waited... and heard gasping then crying. Sue was now sure I knew what she had been doing. Caught. Red handed.
"Please John. I can explain. Just come get me. Please?"
I slammed the phone down and went to take a shower. I heard the phone ringing lots of times but I ignored it. I had no interest in talking to my so-called wife at the moment. After showering I laid down and took a nap. I woke up later hearing the front door opening up.
"Thank you for coming and getting me mom. I'll be all right from here."
"Why on earth didn't John come and get you? He didn't even let you know he had been at the hospital. I know he knew because they told me they called him. The nurses said he was there last night. Why didn't he talk to you Sue? What's going on with you two?"
"Mom... I... I can't tell you right now. I need to talk to John and get some things straightened out first. Please? I'll be all right. I'll call you later okay?"
"Well, if you're sure. I'm worried about you and John, Sue. I really am."
Sue's mom was a sweetie. She had always been good to me. She had accepted me into the family with no reservations at all. I loved her almost as much as I loved my own mom. I could hear the worry in her voice. She knew that something bad had happened other than the car accident last night.
As soon as her mom left I heard Sue walking down the hall. Slowly and quietly.
"John? Are you here?"
"Yeah. Maybe not for long though."
"We need to talk. But I need to sit down. My legs... kind of hurting right now."
"Oh? You mean that maybe Bill Samuel's cock may have been elsewhere and made you sore there as well?"
"Please. Don't talk like that John."
"What? Talk like what? Speculate about last night and the 'hard work' you put in with your boss? So hard that his cock almost got bit off? That's what happened isn't it? You two were in a car wreck while you were giving him a blowjob weren't you? "
"Oh God... how much do you know?"
"Only what I overheard the doctor and nurses talking about. How Bill needed fifteen stitches? How you were found with your clothes all messed up, but not by the accident? How big his cock is? Around eight inches soft or so I heard."
Sue was crying hard now. Her guilt plain as day. I was angry and couldn't trust myself to not get violent so I left the room. In the kitchen I made up a pot of coffee and tried to calm down. Why had Sue done this to me? To us? What had made her want to be with her boss like that? I had doubts about myself and of course anger with Sue about this whole thing.
"John... I still need you. Only you. I... it... Oh God..."
Sobbing she collapsed into the chair she was standing by. I saw her shoulders shaking, her face in her hands. I stood there, cold and still. Inside I was boiling over. Outside I was calm. In my work I often had to control my emotions when in difficult situations and I was now in one of the most difficult situations I had ever been in.
"Why? Why Sue?"
"I... I... I'm not sure. It's all mixed up now."
"You got that right."
"Please John, you aren't helping me at all here."
"Oh, I'm not helping you? What about you Sue? How are you helping me? How is having an affair with that asshole helping me at all? Care to explain that to me?"
"I'm sorry. I know that sounds so trite now... especially after all that's happened. I am truly sorry though."
"Sorry that you got caught maybe. Certainly not sorry about fucking that... ass. How could you? Why would you? Wasn't I enough for you? Was I not doing something right for you? Couldn't you have talked to me about it before going out behind my back with your boss? Damn you Sue. You have no idea how much you have hurt me here."
I felt my anger rising and knew I couldn't hold it down. I slammed my cup down into the sink, breaking it into a thousand pieces. Just like my heart was at the moment. Broken. A Broken man. I left the room then, after some thought, threw together some things into my suitcase and left the house. I would find a motel to crash in for the mean time.
After getting a room in a motel across town I went down to a local tavern. There, for the first time in years, I proceeded to get on my lips drunk. I didn't talk to anyone. I just drank drink after drink. Nursing my anger, feeling the pain of betrayal.
Ten years. Ten good years shot to hell. I tried to think of when she could have started running around on me and realized that at any time in our life together she could have. I had trusted her implicitly, completely, and totally. I had never had any inkling of a doubt about my wife's faithfulness. Look where I was now.
I sat in the tavern until closing time. Several times a few women tried to get me started in a conversation, but I was not talking. They didn't stick around very long either. I wondered idly, if they were married and running around on their husbands too? Were all women like that?
I wasn't thinking too clearly when I was escorted out and headed in the direction of the motel. I stumbled along, eventually getting to my room. Inside, I barely made it to the toilet in time to lose most of what little I had eaten that day. I spent a long time in the bathroom worshipping the porcelain God. Later, after the sun had come up, I crashed in my bed.
I had bad dreams. Imagination can be a real bitch sometimes you know? Sue was the high point of them all. She was laughing at me, then going off, naked, in the arms of other men. Most of them had the general shape and size of that damned Bill Samuel's. I slept... poorly.
I woke up with a foul taste in my mouth. I showered and then went out for something to eat. Not a good idea I found out later, and after another visit to the 'God' I laid back down. What was I going to do now? I still loved my wife. Even after all this, I still loved her. I knew it.
She had betrayed me in the worst way, and she had been caught in the worst way as well. I had to find some direction in my life and soon. I knew I couldn't go on like this. I had to face her. We had to figure out where we were headed. Love her or not, I was prepared to leave her if she showed me no respect or remorse. That had to be the way it would be.
Even then, I wasn't sure I'd ever be able to trust her again. Would I ever be able to get over this? I didn't know. All I knew was I had to go home and we had to work this all out one way or the other. I checked out and drove home, a hangover clouding my mind as well as my thoughts of my formerly faithful wife.
At home, as I pulled up our street, I saw a strange car in our driveway. I slowed down as I passed, then parked up around the corner, out of sight. Walking into our yard I could hear voices coming out of the window in our living room.
Feeling like a sneak thief, I crept up close to our house, right under that open window. Inside, Bill and Sue were talking. He was dressed and standing by the door and Sue was sitting on our easy chair. I could see that they were both uncomfortable. At least I took it as if they were uncomfortable. Bill was holding his hands crossed in front of him, and his stance was one of a burden being carried.
"Look, what we were doing was wrong and we both knew it. Now, my husband and your wife know about us. What do you think they will do? I'm sure that John is going to leave me, if he doesn't kill me first. He has never been this upset. I tried all day to trace him down, but the cops were not very helpful. Once they found out who I was they told me that lots of times husbands do this in bad times. I know my husband. He's never done this before."
"Yeah... well my wife kicked me out last night after she finally found out what happened. Hard to hide fifteen stitches right there you know? After our blow-up, she told me to get out and stay away for a while. I'm at the Holiday Inn right now. I love my wife just as you love your husband. We screwed up big time Sue. Real big time."
"Well, no hard feelings Bill, but I do not love you. You are a good lover and you also have a wonderful cock, but there was never anything else there for me. I just loved the sex we had. Now... now I wish I'd never seen you before."
Sue started to cry. I stood there, in front of my house, listening to two people tell of their love for their respective spouses, yet knowing that they had been the ones to bring this all down. I had tears in my eyes. I kept them from running down my cheeks, but it was not easy.
I knew I had to make an entrance. I got back out to the sidewalk and then walked up to the front door. Without a warning, I just opened it wide and stepped into my home.
"Bill... Sue. I think you had better leave Bill. I would also recommend you never come here again. I have some things to talk over with my wife."
As he turned to leave I could see a certain fear in his eyes. I stood a bit taller than he, and maybe outweighed him by a few pounds of muscle, but we were actually close in size. He had a bit of a potbelly, and right now looked like a beaten man.
"For what it's worth John... I'm sorry about all of this. I truly am. I never meant to hurt anyone. You nor my wife."
"Yeah. Whatever. You should leave now."
I could feel my anger rising and as long as he stood there I knew he would be in grave danger. I had never wanted to kill someone in my life. Until now. He left quietly and I turned to my crying wife.
"Well, we have a lot of ground to cover Sue. First, you need to come clean with me. All the way back to our dating days, up till now."
"What? Why so long ago? This happened over the last few months, not years."
"Okay, lets put it this way then. When I married you, I trusted you completely. Totally, and without any doubts. Now, with all of this, you have opened all those years up to scrutiny. I have no idea of who you are anymore. You are like a total stranger to me."
"But... I've never cheated on you before. Bill, this was the first time John. You have got to believe me. I've never been with anyone else in our entire marriage. He's the only one ever, and I know that was wrong. I knew it was wrong too."
"What? Prove it? How?"
"There. See what I'm getting at now? It's like I have never known you Sue. I trusted you. There was never a hint. Then I find out about this, the way I did. You have to see my side in this now. What else can I do but demand all the details of your life while you have been with me?"
"Oh God. I never imagined that... oh... I'm so sorry John. So very sorry."
I stood there and waited as she cried some more. I finally went and got her a box of tissue.
"Okay... I need details Sue."
"Yeah. I'm trying to understand why you would throw away or at least take a chance on throwing away our ten years for a fling with Bill like you did. I have to know everything. What you did, how you did it, where you did it, and most importantly, why."
"Oh, no. I can't tell you what we did. It's not... right."
"I'll tell you what's not right Sue. You cheating on me with him. You never gave me a hint that you weren't happy with me. You never mentioned that I wasn't pleasing you fully. Nothing. Then, this all happens. I need to know how it all started, how many times you met, what you did, detailed. Everything."
"I... I just can't John. It will hurt you. It's not worth it."
"Our marriage isn't worth it then Sue? If you can't tell me, I'm gone. We'll be divorced as soon as possible. Either you tell me everything I want to know or we are finished. No negotiation on any of this."
Sue wouldn't look at me and began to cry again. As she cried I got up and headed into our bedroom. Packing my things was not going to take long. I couldn't stand to be in there anymore anyway. I could only picture them... together on this bed, my marital bed, fucking each other. My home had been defiled.
I took my things into the living room. Two trips and I had all of my things sitting there. All I had to show for ten years just wasn't as much as I would have thought. Of course I had some tools in the garage. I'd get them later.
Sue just stared at me as I stood there, my stuff in a large pile.
"You're... you're leaving then?"
"I told you. All the details and we try to work it out. If you can't, then I'm gone. That's it Sue. All or nothing."
"Okay... all right... I'll do anything to keep you John. If you must... I'll tell you everything."
I sat down. She noted I left my things there where they were piled.
"Aren't you going to put your stuff away?"
"Later. We get this out of the way first. Then, if it can be worked out, I'll move it to the guest bedroom."
I could see that I had stung her with that last part about the guest bedroom. She blinked and a few tears began to course down her cheeks. I sat quietly, ready to get up and leave if required. I had to know. I had to try to see what had happened with us that she would cheat on me like she had. Even if it killed me, I had to know everything.
"It started about four months ago. We had been working together a lot. It was one of those late meetings, with a client. The client had been quite flirty with me all evening, and I was loving it. Bill... he... well, he joined in the flirting too. After we left, Bill drove me back to the office to get my car. He kept up with some flirting. I was eating it up. Mostly because I was feeling like an old woman and unattractive. You hadn't flirted with me in so long. I know that's no excuse, but in my mind... I guess I needed to hear that I was still pretty, still attractive, still desirable."
I felt bad. I had been slacking off on my compliments to her over the years. I hadn't been real appreciative of what I had in my wife. Mistake number one. A hard one for me too. I had always thought she was beautiful. I always also thought she knew I thought that too. Looking back I could see clearly that I should have been more vocal in my appreciation of her looks.
"Well, by the time we got back to the office I had gotten so turned on. As he opened my door to let me out, our faces got real close, and... suddenly... we... kissed. It just happened. I'm not sure whom if either of us started it first. Then, well... we ended up in his office on his desk. Afterwards..."
"Hold it. Back up a bit. In his office. What did you do?"
"Oh... I can't... everything?"
"Everything or nothing Sue."
Her shoulders fell as I said that. I could see she was not wanting to tell those intimate details to me. I felt now that she had to. That was the only way I would ever be able to get closure on this whole... mess.
"We went into his office. I was so hot... I did a little strip tease kind of thing, and he just stripped off his clothes. His boxers he left on, but everything else came off. I removed all my things, and naked stood in front of him and just played with my body. I felt so... slutty, so sexy... so hot. I could see his desire and approval of what he saw too. He cleared off his desktop and I sat down on it. I... oh God... I'm so sorry John... I acted like a total slut. I pulled my legs up and spread them wide, letting him see me... fully. I was so wet... I actually left a puddle on his desk right then. I spread my pussy lips, with one hand, and began to masturbate for him."
I was shocked. Sue, in all our years had never done that for me. Never had she masturbated as far as I knew. Here she was doing it without being asked, for her boss. On his desk no less, totally naked, and spread wide open to his view.
"This is hard. I... I can't believe that I've done this all now. Looking back..."
"Hindsight is always clear isn't it Sue? Get on with it. All the details."
"As I was masturbating, he moved up between my legs, and sat down in his chair. I sat there, legs spread as wide as I could get them. I was feeling so wicked and slutty at that moment too. I could see his desire of me in his eyes, let alone down there... you know..."
"His cock? Hard was it? I imagine it looked quite long too."
Softly, almost so softly I couldn't hear her, Sue let it slip out...
"Yes. It was real long. The longest I had ever seen."
"I said it was real long."
Her voice gained some volume at my insistent tone.
"I don't know. I never measured it. Bill claimed it is ten inches long hard and about four inches around. All I knew was it was the biggest co... penis I had ever seen."
"Penis? You mean cock don't you? That's what you were going to say isn't it? When did you start calling a man's penis a cock Sue? You have never referred to mine as anything but a penis or thing."
"Bill got me to talk to him especially after that first time. He made me call it his cock... and he made me say lots of other dirty things too. God help me... I loved the thrill it gave me too."
"Lets go... the rest of the story."
"Okay... Bill was sitting there between my legs as I masturbated for him. He began to touch me, at first my legs, then my inner thighs, and pretty soon, he was masturbating me. He was a bit rough, but that only added to the excitement. When he licked me... my pussy, I just about came right then. I did come the first time a few minutes after he began to lick and suck on me though."
"He ate your cunt out first then?"
"God... you make it sound so filthy."
"Oh really? You, a married woman, on your bosses desk, who also happens to be a married man, and he is licking you as you keep your legs spread wide open for him. What would you call that? Saintly? Devout? Being a 'good' girl? A faithful spouse? Or were you a dirty slut? A cheating slut?" "All right... I deserve some of that. What we did was wrong and we both know it. Now... we are both paying for it too."
"Not just you two, Sue. How about his wife? How about your husband? You two hurt more than just yourselves in this, yet all you can think of is how it effects you and him."
Sue couldn't speak as her crying took over. She just sat there tears running, sobbing into her Kleenex. I got up and walked around the kitchen, trying to calm myself. This was harder on me than I had thought it would be.
I could feel my anger right there, just under my control, but barely. I knew that I had to make her tell me everything though. I had to know it all. Mostly I think, out of some perverse need to see if she had done things with him that she had refused or not offered to do for me.
"I came... twice as he licked... ate me. I... I knew it was wrong, and should have stopped it right after that, but he stood up and dropped his shorts. When I saw his penis... I couldn't believe that it was so large. I touched it... and the next thing I knew, he had moved around to the other side of the desk and my head was laid back as he rubbed it all over my face. Even his balls... he had me lick his balls. For some reason, I wanted to please him so bad... I let him control me. I let him stick his... c... cock in my mouth. After a while, I was pulling his butt cheeks into my face, taking him as deep as I could. I... don't know why I acted that way... I just... lost it I guess. He came when he was pretty deep inside my mouth, and I had to swallow to breathe. He tasted... different. Kind of sweet with a tangy spice to it. I wondered if I could do the same thing for you... and realized I had never even tried. My own husband hadn't gotten such good treatment. I'm... sorry."
"Go on. Get it all out."
"Then, after he came in my mouth... he had me suck and lick him until he was rock hard again, and then we had sex."
"You mean he fucked you with that large, long, rock hard cock don't you? Fucked your slutty cunt with his long cock?"
"Please. This is hard enough for me to tell you all the details, don't make it sound so... so..."
"Just go on Sue."
"He fu... fucked me twice that night. Once as I lay on my back on his desk, and once with me bent over the arm of his couch. That time he fingered my... bottom hole then too. We didn't do it again for a week or so... I was feeling so guilty, and I think he did too. Then one night we worked late on that Stevens contract and afterwards... he began to kiss me. I argued that we shouldn't, but by the time his second round of kisses engulfed me, I found a need to have him again. That time we got a motel room. I sucked him, he sucked me, then we fu... fucked. That night... he did me doggie style on the bed, and as he did, he fingered my ass more. He started with one finger, but soon he had two or three back there. When he pulled out and began to work it inside me... in my ass... I didn't realize it at first, as his fingers had opened me up and relaxed me quite a bit. He was in quite a bit before I knew it was his cock not his fingers. He had a strong grip on my hips and slowly pressed his full length into me. After a bit, he began to move back and forth. When he came... he pulled out... I was cumming too... and my mouth must have been open in the midst of my orgasm... anyway, suddenly it was there and I was swallowing his cum for the second time that night. After that night, we would meet about once or twice a week at that motel. When we were coming home the other night... the night of the accident... I was sucking him and that other guy crossed the line and hit us. I was thrown to the floor; my dress was up around my hips and my top undone so Bill could play with my breasts as I went down on him. I must have panicked or something and bit down. The rest you know."
"You're math is a bit rusty on this... once or twice a week over four months you say? Just once a week would have added up to sixteen times, Sue. Now... how about our past? After we started dating. I remember some times when you were... not yourself. Acting just like you have lately, and I didn't notice it. Now that I know you were cheating on me with that asshole, I have to wonder about those times way back when."
"There's never been anyone else John. You have to believe me. Only Bill."
"Oh? You're sure now? If I called around and checked up on some dates and times there wouldn't be any surprises then?"
"There have been no others John. None."
"How about clients? Ever give a little extra to keep or get some business?"
"WHAT? How dare you insinuate that I would whore myself out..."
"Like you have been for Bill?"
Sue was white as a ghost and for an instant I thought I saw some sort of guilt or a sign of a lie covering up something. I pressed even harder at that point.
"Tell you what. I'm going to call Bill and ask him a few questions. Do you think he will have something to add that you haven't covered here so far?"
"No. Don't bother. I... that is to say... he... one night I was pretty hot, worked up and ready to go. A client had scheduled a meeting with us in the late afternoon. He stopped by just as we were getting into our fun time. I didn't see Bill do it, but he motioned the client in and the next thing I knew, another man's cock, a strangers cock, was being pressed into me from behind as I went down on Bill. Bill held my head tightly to him too. After a few minutes... well... I found out what it was like to be with two men. We never repeated that, but I know that Bill was planning something like that soon."
"I hope you got the contract after that night."
"How can you sit there and sound so damned... so perfectly sincere? Yes, as a matter of fact we did get that contract. No, we never repeated that either. I know that Bill had plans, but I was reluctant to go there again for fear you would... that you would find out about... us."
"Now I have. He has a bigger cock, you flirted with him saying that I hadn't made you feel beautiful in a while, and then you finally end up having sex with a client and Bill at the same time. Now you're sorry and want to save our marriage. If I wasn't so pissed off right now, I'd probably laugh over your audacity and just how sorry you are saying you are. You got caught cheating on me, and if you hadn't, you'd still be doing it, and probably with more than just one other man. Is that it? Do you have anymore things you need to tell me before I walk?"
"Walk? I thought we would talk and try to fix things."
"What's to fix? You cheated on me with your boss. The only reason you are sorry is due to the fact that I caught you... at last... and you can't hide it anymore. So now you want to 'fix' our marriage. I wasn't even aware that it needed fixing before the other night. You haven't attempted to be honest with me without my pressing you hard. You haven't convinced me that you are sorry that you cheated on me. You haven't even tried to tell me that you love me and you were wrong. The closest you have come to saying anything remotely close to 'love' is that you 'need' me. That is not comforting at all Sue."
"I have too told you I love you. Just the other day... I told you I love you..."
I saw a frown cross her face as she tried to remember.
"See? You can't even remember the last time you told me you loved me. I can remember when I told you the last time. I can remember the last time you told me that you loved me too. You haven't said anything that I can even remotely pretend that you are trying here Sue. You made it sound like it just 'happened'; yet there had to be an attraction there to begin with. You did things for him that you never have done for me too. Besides being hurt, and torn to bits here, I'm also finding that I'm empty. All the love I had in me for you just evaporated tonight. I had thought there would be a chance to salvage our marriage, but obviously you do not love me anymore. I'm glad now that we don't have any kids. No property to speak of either. Renting a town-home was the best idea you ever had when we move in here Sue. Had you planned this way back then?"
"NO. John... I do love you. I love you like no other. What I've done to us, to you... it is unforgivable. All I can say in my defense is that I was weak and things happened that normally wouldn't have... and now I realize just a bit of how much I have hurt you. Please... give me one more chance? I want what we had together. I want our marriage back where it was."
"That will never happen now Sue. Where it was, was me blissfully unaware of you cheating on me. Where it was, was my trusting you fully and completely without any doubt. That has all changed so radically now I'm not sure we or our marriage will make it. Matter of fact, I'm leaning towards ending it right now. You have not convinced me that you love me, and now with the doubts brought out in my mind, that you ever loved me, like I loved you at any rate."
"PLEASE... please John. I'm begging you. I love you, I do. I DO. I never meant to hurt you... to cheat on you. It just happened. It's my fault I don't blame you. Just because I felt old and ugly was no reason to go off like a silly schoolgirl over some flirting. I'm so sorry. I want us to be together. I want us to be a couple. Please John, give me one chance. Just one."
I was angry again; knowing some of the things that asshole had gotten her to do for him. Anal sex, blowjobs to completion, and taking his cock all the way into her throat. I was angry now that I knew details.
She sat there crying, looking at me. I felt like stone. Inside my heart was getting colder and my blood was freezing. I was looking at a woman broken by her cheating, bruised from the car wreck that brought out that cheating. For a moment, I wished that I had put some of those bruises on her too.
"You know what Sue?"
"You should have been an actress. You'd make an academy award with this one right here."
Stunned, she could only look at me. I could see her eyes, full of a pain and fear too. She knew she had really messed up, yet she had no clue as to how to go about fixing it, or if I would ever let her even try to fix it. I had taken care of her, grudgingly letting her get a job to help support us.
Now, thanks to that job, she had betrayed me fully. The only remorse I was seeing was that she got caught. She had not found a way to convince me of her love for me either. I knew, at that moment, that one clear and focused moment, a pain that went straight through my heart and into my soul.
"I'll be going now. I can see that your love for me was superficial and perhaps even shallow. How I missed that all this time is beyond me. You had better find a lawyer, and then see if you still have a job. If you don't, the rent on this place is paid up for the next month, but I'll not be paying anymore until the divorce is final."
"Nooooo... please... John... please."
"Look Sue, you have only convinced me that I was a convenient place to hang out and be safe while you had fun on the side. I can't accept that and you can't seem to find the words to convince me otherwise. Everything you've told me so far has only shown how much you cared for someone else. You haven't been able to tell me that you loved me for quite some time now, and you even cut me off here and there sexually so you could have fun with your boyfriend. You've used me, lived off me, letting me think that you cared for me when you really never have. Anyway, that's how I'm seeing it at the moment."
"NO... THAT'S NOT TRUE. I've loved you forever. I have. I know I have really hurt you and not been a good wife... but I have always loved you John. ALWAYS. I know I can't undo the things I've done. I know I deserve nothing from you but please... I want... I NEED you. Please... oh please."
"Look, I'm not promising anything at the moment. I'm going to find another place to stay. Maybe... and that's a huge MAYBE, I'll try to stay with you. I'm not going to tell you that I will, nor that it will be easy, cause it won't, but I just might find a reason to try to stayed married to you. I know you sure as hell haven't earned any points with me."
"You won't stay here with me?"
"No. I can't. Not now, knowing what I know about you and your asshole boss. It will take time before I can even think about 'us' let alone living with you again. In the meantime, I'm going to see if there is someone out there who might want me for me... and not for a roof over their head and someplace 'safe' to come home to."
Sue stared at me, at first trying to get that 'I'm mad as hell that you'd even mention sleeping with someone else' look, but then I saw the realization cross her eyes. She had started this whole thing by cheating on me. I had every right to do the same now. I wasn't sure I wanted to, nor that fighting fire with fire was a good idea at all, but I was angry and frustrated.
"Okay... I know I have not earned anything here. What will it take to keep you?"
"I guess you'll just have to fight it out and figure it out for yourself Sue. I'm not going to help you this time. You are going to have to earn every second you spend with me from here on out. How that time is earned... well you figure it all out. I can say that earning my trust back will be a thousand times as hard as it was for you to earn it the first time."
"So it all boils down to sex then? Is that it?"
"If that's what you think Sue, you might as well give up now and put yourself out of your misery. Sex is the least of the problem. You'll have to prove to me that you are worth having as a partner and friend again. You'll have to prove yourself worthy of having sex with me, and you'll have to prove that you are worthy enough for me to keep around as a wife. The sex is important, but it's not the most important. Trust, respect and love... those are the important one's you'll be fighting for. Sex is just the icing on the cake."
"You won't stay here?"
"No. That ground has been covered. You have your work cut out for yourself. Just know that I'm not going to be a push over either. I did love you, still do in many ways... yet you really fucked up with this whole mess and I'm not real sure I want to be with you at all anymore. It will all be you and what you do Sue. All you. Good night."
I was done talking and moved my stuff out to my car. She tried to hug me once, but I fended her off and kept packing. She collapsed to the floor, crying as I carried out my last box. I spent the rest of the night at a motel and later the next day I found an apartment in a nicer building. A one bedroom apartment.
After one month of living on my own I recognized that I was lonely, angry, and yes, even lost. Sue had been my life and I couldn't stop thinking of her. She called me every day asking how I was then after getting my small and very skimpy responses, she'd say goodbye and hang up.
I heard that she had quit her job, moving to another agency. She still lived in our old apartment and would just go to work then go home. I wasn't doing much better myself. I would go to work then home, sleep was a thing from my past. Now I would just lay in bed and toss and turn.
I still loved her, hell, I still even wanted her. I just couldn't accept her cheating on me. After a month I figured that I'd have come to a decision about us, but all I had done is mope around more and more. It was affecting my job performance as well. I knew I had to do something, but now I wasn't sure what that was.
One night I decided to go out. I went to a lively dance club and soon discovered that I was among the oldest there. I hadn't been out much for a while and it seemed my favorite places had become overrun with a younger crowd.
I sat at the bar and nursed my drink. I was thinking that I had made a mistake and should just head on home. Suddenly a hand touched my arm.
"Can I slip in here for a sec honey?"
I was looking at a beautiful young woman. Long blonde hair and a very nice body. A model's body but with a rather large chest. I felt a stirring in my pants as I moved over a bit allowing her in beside me. The perfume she was wearing danced in my nose and drew me to want to get to know her even more.
She glanced down at my left hand and smiled.
My wedding ring gleaming in the backlight of the bar.
"So, you're here, where's the wife?"
"I can see that you are married yet out at this club alone... makes me wonder where your wife is?"
"Oh. Uh... well... we are not... uh... She's home... I mean... I'm in my own place... now... and..."
"Relax honey. I'm not running away. Tough times then? Between you and your wife I mean."
Suddenly I didn't want to talk at all. I was losing interest. Damn Sue and her damned cheating on me. My life was fucked up and I didn't think I'd ever get over her now. Then, I go out and bump into a beautiful lady and Sue still manages to mess me up... and I haven't seen her in over a month.
I looked up and saw this beauty smiling at me as if waiting on an answer or something.
"I'm sorry. What did you say?"
"I wanted to know if you would dance with me. Out there... on the dance floor?"
"Oh... uh... sure."
I got up and taking her arm we headed out on the floor. It was then I noticed how she was dressed. A black silky slinky dress with almost no back and a plunging V in front. No Bra... the view between her almost showing breasts showed me that.
As we danced to the rather fast tune, she kept in pretty close to me. We couldn't talk much over the noise, but she smiled at me quite a few times. That number was over before I knew it. She grabbed my hand as I turned to leave and she held me there. A nice slow song started up.
"One more... please?"
I put one hand on her middle back and took her hand in my other. She had other ideas and moving in close to me, she used her elbow to move my arm that was around her back, down... a lot. Her other hand was placed on my chest. I felt my heart jump as the electricity between us became rarefied.
Leaning in close to me I could feel her breasts rubbing on my chest, on either side of her hand. The arm I had around her back was now low down and my hand was on naked flesh, just above her bottom.
"You are a handsome man."
"I said that you are a handsome man. Probably the most handsome man here tonight."
"Oh... I wouldn't know about that... I..."
"I do know about that. I know my men. You are quite handsome. Dark hair, chiseled face, strong hands, tall, rugged... yet a certain yielding in your eyes. Quite a catch."
I was uncomfortable with all this... praise from a woman I didn't even know.
"Um... thank you. You are quite beautiful too. Matter of fact, I think you are the most beautiful woman here too."
"There, two beautiful people dancing together... now that is interesting. Don't you think?"
I was not smooth by any means. I was off step and unsure. I hadn't been in the dating loop for years and this sudden contact had unsettled me.
"I'm Nancy. Nancy Doogan. You?"
"Adams. John Adams."
"Any relation too..."
"No... no relation to the President Adams. I wish though."
Her throaty laugh sent shivers down my spine. Her voice and laugh were sensual and very attractive.
"I was thinking more of Samuel Adams... the beer?"
The name Samuel caused me a brief anger... but it passed as soon as I realized that she had no way of knowing. Besides... Samuel Adams was a pretty good beer, not my favorite, but I had drank it before.
"I wish. I'd have my own special brew if I were."
Soon we were laughing and talking as we danced several dances in a row. I was forgetting all about my situation and loving just being with someone other than myself. Nancy was a good dancer, and quite attentive.
Before I knew it, over two hours had passed. I was getting a bit hungry and after asking Nancy, we decided to go out to a local restaurant for a bit to eat. As we walked down the block she took my arm and stepped in close to me. We were more like a close couple than the strangers we had been just a few hours ago.