Debbie was my next door neighbor and the closest thing I had to a best friend since leaving high school. She had divorced her husband shortly before we bought the house and moved in and she had gotten her house in her divorce settlement. We met over the back fence one morning, I invited her over for coffee and we hit it off. Two weeks later we were sharing our deepest, darkest secrets. I knew about her catching her husband cheating on her and how she forgave him and took him back - twice - before finally throwing him out, and now here we were six years later talking about my cheating husband.

"Have you decided yet what you are going to do?"

I looked across the table at Debbie and wondered how to answer the question. What we were discussing was what was I going to do since finding out that my husband Gary was cheating on me. I'd found a pair of pink panties in his suitcase after his last business trip. And my curiosity aroused, I got out of bed after Gary had fallen asleep and went down to his home office. In his briefcase I found a card addressed to, "Gary, my stud forever." The card told him how much she hated not being able to make love to him full time, "Thank God you have frequent business trips" and it was signed, "Yours forever, Felicity." I also found condoms (I've had a hysterectomy) and a receipt for a pair of diamond earrings. I carefully put everything back in his briefcase where I found them and went back to bed.

I thought about her question and then I realized that there was only one answer. That answer would generate other questions, but there was only one answer. I took a sip of my coffee, set down the cup and said:

"I'm not going to let him get away with it."

"Well duh! The question is what are you going to do?"

"God Deb, I don't know. Pretending it didn't happen is out. Getting on with life and hoping it isn't going to happen again just won't work. If I try and do that he will think he got away with it and maybe think he can do it again."

"How do you know that this is the first and only time?"

"I don't know that it is. I have to hope that it is because if it is more than once I can't stay married to him. Once we might be able to get past, but if he has made a habit of it we are through."

"Well girlfriend, we are back to the question, what are you going to do?"

"Well I've already ruled out living with it and that leaves me with limited options. I can confront him and then talk about it and get him to promise me never to do it again. But could I trust him not to? Would confronting him just make him be more careful when doing it again? Or I could just go straight for a divorce. I don't know that I like either of those."

"Have you considered rubbing his nose in it?"

"What do you mean? How?"

"Tell him you know what he did and that to keep the books balanced you are going to go out and do the same thing and then you will come home and sit down with him and talk about whether or not to keep the marriage going."

"God Deb, I couldn't do that. I couldn't have sex with another man; that would be cheating!"

"Who said you had to have sex with another man? I'll fix you up with a date with a guy I know. You go to dinner and maybe go dancing and have a few drinks with him, kiss him goodnight and then come home and tell Gary your date fucked your brains out. Then you say you are even and then ask him what he wants, a marriage or a divorce. If he says marriage you tell him that he has used up his "Get out of jail free" card and that if he cheats again he is toast. If he says divorce you will at least know that he wasn't worth all the worrying you went through."

I could see it in my mind, how all the pieces would fall together and how it could work and then I asked:

"Who do you have in mind to be my date?"

"How about my cousin Dave?"

"Oh I'd like that. He's a hunk and that should really piss Gary off."

"Well?"

"Let's do it. Let's set it up for Friday night."

"When are you going to confront Gary?"

"Tomorrow night. That will give him two days to stew about it."

"That will also give him two days to work on you to convince you not to do it. If you believe him and forgive him and don't rub his nose in it you are going to be back to the "He got away with it" stage and he just might do it again."

"You're right. How do you think I should do it."

"Glad you asked. Here's what to do..."

When Gary got home from work that night I met him at the door dressed in my "Fuck me" outfit - high heels and a smile. I fully intended to fuck him into exhaustion so he would know what he would be missing.

"What's the occasion?" he asked as I went up on my toes to kiss him and my hands went to his belt.

"It is National Horny Wife Day so in keeping with the spirit of the holiday I have to fuck your brains out."

His belt undone I pulled the zipper down and his trousers dropped to pool around his ankles. I knelt in front of him, reached inside his boxers and wrapped my fingers around his stiffening cock. I let it grow in my hand for a few seconds and then I brought it out to where I could get my lips around it. My mouth circled the head and I sent my tongue around it in a swirling motion and then I took it out of my mouth and licked it like an ice cream cone. I licked it from the head down to the base and then I took one of his balls in my mouth and gave it a soft suck and then did the same for the other one. I drug my tongue up the underside to the head and then I swallowed it again and gave him five minutes of the best deep-throating I was capable of. I removed my mouth with a 'pop' and worked his boxers off of him and then I looked up at him and smiled.

"Pussy or ass lover?"

"Can't I have both?"

"You know I'm yours lover, you can have all you want of everything I have."

"Then get over on the bed baby and get ready for a long night."

"Honey, I'm home."

"In the bedroom Gary" I called back.

I heard him coming up the stairs and I steeled myself for it. He entered the bedroom, took in the sight of me in my little black dress, heels and with my makeup perfect and said:

"Wow! Looking hot babe. Where are we going?"

"Not we Gary, me. I have a date," I said and I looked at my watch. "He should be here any minute now."

"A date? You mean a date with a guy?"

"A very hunky guy."

"What the fuck is going on here Donna?"

"It is called getting even. I've decided that if you can play outside the marriage with Felicity, I can play also."

"Felicity? Who the hell is Felicity?"

"Stow it Gary. I saw her card to you, the receipt for the diamond earrings you gave her, and if you check your sock drawer you will find the pink panties of hers that you brought back from your last trip. I was nice enough to wash them and fold them for you."