Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Tear Jerker, Cheating, .
Desc: Sex Story: Chapter 1 - A cheating husband regrets his actions. Can he save his marriage?
I'm a man that did most of it wrong and I'm paying for it now. I married young to my girlfriend at the time. We were both barely twenty years old but she got pregnant and we got married. Two years later we had our second child; they were two of the cutest little girls you can picture, Amber and Brittany.
I'm writing this story to let people know that men make mistakes too. Many readers will call my errors in judgment more than mistakes and they will be correct. I'm using the word mistake to try and simplify my explanation.
I am divorced now and have been for over three years. I miss my ex-wife so very much. I also miss seeing my kids more often even though I try to be a big part of their lives. They are now eight and ten and live with their mother.
Let me try to start in the beginning after we got married. I was going to college part time and working. I had to quit school to bring in more money. I was lucky and got a great job in the auto assembly plant thanks to my dad who had a little pull getting me this job.
I loved Darcy, my wife, very much. She was so young, sweet, and innocent when we met. She was petite and, in my eyes, very pretty. I guess we were too young to get married, at least I was. I took her for granted which I now know was a very bad mistake. Our sex life was good as far as I knew; I wasn't the greatest lover and worldly person at twenty. We had sex and it was good. Very rarely would she ever refuse me. Until Amber was born, we did it almost nightly. Sometimes it was quick and at other times we took our time.
After Amber's birth, our sex life slacked off quite a bit. Darcy had a part-time job at the school in the cafeteria and I worked all the hours I could get in the auto plant. We struggled like most young couples but all in all we still lived a pretty decent life. After the birth of Britt, our sex life diminished even more. We were down to once a week or so which seemed like a big drop in our sex life for two young people in love.
I began kidding with a couple of the assembly girls at the plant. It started as joking but went a little further and I would touch their tits or ass. It was all in jest but the more they let me touch them, the more I did. I was young and never thought about the consequences of my actions. A group of us that worked together went out after working late one day. I told Darcy that I was going out with the guys at work for a few beers. It was true but I never mentioned the girls that went with us. One was single and the other divorced. They were about three years older than me.
One thing lead to another and someone threw some change in the jukebox and Ellie, one of the girls, asked me to dance. I grabbed her ass and she didn't complain. It had been a few days since I did anything with Darcy and soon had a hard on. Ellie asked me to go out to the car.
"Ellie, I can't. I'm married and can't do this to Darcy."
"We don't need to fuck, Rhett. Let's just play around a little."
We went out to my car and I got in and Ellie started kissing me. She undid her jeans and I could see her underwear. She took my hand and put it on her lower belly. I couldn't help it. I was thinking with my cock as I slid my hand down into her underwear and grabbed her moist pussy. Darcy had been the only pussy I had touched like this since being a teenager and doing a little exploring. Ellie started pumping against my hand and I slid my fingers into her cunt. I couldn't help it. I was just a stupid kid. In a couple of minutes she came all over my hand. I pulled my hand out of her pants and it was soaking wet.
"Smell it, Rhett, smell my juices all over your hand."
I did bring my hand up to my nose. Ellie smelled so different than Darcy. I thought all women smelled the same, but I was wrong. I had a giant hard-on and Ellie unzipped my pants and pulled it out.
"Ellie, don't, I can't, I'm married," I said to her but at the same time I wanted to fuck her.
"Don't worry, Big Boy, I'm not fucking you," she said as she bent over and took my cock in her mouth. This was the first blow job I had ever had. Darcy always said she wasn't putting that dirty thing in her mouth.
I didn't last but a minute until I came and shot the load into Ellie's mouth. She held up a tissue and spit most of it out. There was so much that I knew she had swallowed some.
"Damn, Big Boy, that was quite a load. I kept my promise and didn't fuck you," she laughed. "If you ever want to play again, just look me up."
She got out of my car and into her own and left. I felt bad. I felt I had cheated on Darcy. I tried to convince myself that it wasn't cheating but I knew I was just kidding myself. I promised myself that if God would forgive me that I would never do it again. I think most guys have been there at one time or another.
As soon as I got home I ran into the bathroom and washed my hands. It seemed like the smell of Ellie wasn't coming off. I know it was just my brain malfunctioning. I said hi to Darcy and grabbed Amber and held her. I needed to do something to get rid of the guilt I felt. Later when Darcy and I went to bed I tried to feel her up, and make love but she told me she was too tired that night. I really was glad because I hadn't taken a shower and probably had cum on my cock still.
For the next few days, I tried to avoid Ellie. She came up to me and said, "Don't sweat it, Rhett. It was nothing. I don't expect you to divorce your wife and marry me. It was just a little playtime between friends," she said as she reached forward, and grabbed my cock in its confines. She laughed and walked away.
Time passed and things were back to normal. Darcy and I bought a house; a three bedroom ranch with a pool. We knew it would be a little tight on our budget but we wanted to own a home, or at least buy one. My parents gave me enough for a down payment and we moved in. It was in a little town about ten miles from work. The school where Darcy worked was just down the street a couple of blocks. Darcy's mom would watch the kids whenever Darcy worked so we didn't have to pay out any childcare.
The neighborhood was filled with young people all buying their first houses. That made it kind of nice because we almost all had young kids. Some neighbors we became friends with while others Darcy said she didn't trust.
Our life went on and was becoming boring. I know this happens to most everyone. The sex became mundane but Darcy was happy with our sex life. As I mentioned earlier, I probably wasn't the greatest lover and Darcy hopefully didn't have anyone to compare me to.
We broke down and bought a computer. Darcy used it for games, when she had time, and e-mailing her family and friends. I used it to go on line and find some erotic stories or some might say 'porno' to read and look at. It became somewhat addicting. I wanted to spice up our sex life but I think this was the first step in the downfall of my marriage.
I read story after story about cheating wives and cuckold husbands, which I prefer to call wimp husbands, and it made me wonder. If I caught Darcy cheating on me or found out she did in the past, how would I react? This is something that most guys must think about after reading these stories.
Fantasies versus reality, that was the question. I know I like my wife to look attractive. In doing so I know she will attract attention from the opposite sex. I guess it's how we deal with it that counts.
If I ever see a man lay a hand on my wife, I would knock him into next week. At least that's what I'd hope I'd do. I am the jealous type and even get a little pissed when she dances close with another guy at a party. On the fantasy side - and I do mean fantasy - I ask myself, "Would it be a turn-on to see her have sex with another man?" I know that in the throes of passion I have said such things.
"Come on, baby, can you feel him fucking you? Would you like two guys at once? Do you like his cock?" I've even said worse. "Ever fuck a black guy? Would you like to feel a hot black dick in your pussy? How about showing other men your pussy? Have you done it? Do you let other men squeeze those big tits? Want some other men to suck them?"
During the sex, I want her to answer, "Yes," but she always tells me, "No," that she wants no one but me. I don't understand why I say such things. Am I the only pervert in this world? Do I have a death wish for my marriage? I have no reason to ever suspect her of cheating on me. Maybe it has a lot to do with what I read or watch on television. Every show has somebody cheating or having sex. I'm surprised they have time to do any acting. It's not just the programs but the actors and actresses have real life situations almost matching their on-screen performances. I think too much of this kind of TV will fuck up a marriage.
After one of my fantasy talk episodes, Darcy asked me if I was happy with her. She was worried about us and was wondering why I would say such things. I tried to explain that it must have been some stories I had read about cheating wives.
"Rhett, Honey, I promise you with God as my witness, that I will never cheat on you."
I've learned that when two people are developing a relationship, it is imperative that you learn something about that person's make-up. I learned very early in our relationship that Darcy was a person with two very pronounced attributes that dominated her personality. She was the loving wife and mother, soft spoken, easy going woman whom everyone adored. She would cry over little things and I would always want to hold her. She was as sweet as sweet could be.
Darcy's other side was when she got mad. She was a BITCH in capital letters. No one wanted on her bad side. She could cuss with the best of them. She wasn't afraid of anyone or anything. I think she goes psycho when she gets extremely angry. One time when she was pregnant with Britt, we went out and some woman said something to her that wasn't very nice. Darcy beat the living shit out of this woman before anyone could step in and stop it. I tried to stay away from this side of Darcy.
One day when I was working late Darcy was having a few of her lady friends come by and enjoy the pool. Some even brought their kids. I walked in the house and glanced out the back window at the pool. Damn! Most of those women looked pretty good and were dressed in two piece bathing suits. One of the gals named Alice was coming in. I backed away from the window and went to the front door like I was just coming home.
"Hi, Rhett. Just getting home?" she asked.
"Yeah, worked late. How's the swim party going?"
"Oh, the water feels wonderful. I have a slight headache and Darcy said to get a couple of aspirin out of the medicine cabinet."
"Hold on, I'll get them for you."
When I came back, Alice had run a glass of water and I handed her the aspirin.
"Thanks, Rhett," she said.
"No problem. Want me to rub your temples? It's really relaxing."
What I wanted was for Alice to sit inside for a few minutes so I could admire her body.
"Okay, but only for a minute. I have to get back out to the kids."
She was divorced with two kids and a body to beat hell. She sat in a straight backed chair and I began rubbing her temples. She closed her eyes and just kind of leaned back in the chair. I lowered my hand to her neck and kept rubbing, but now it was her neck.
"Oh, that's feels so good. Your cool hands feel great."
"Women carry a lot of tension in their neck and shoulders." I lowered my hand to her shoulders and gave her a nice rub. I could also see her chest rise and fall with her breathing.
"You keep rubbing me like that and you can massage me forever," she said softly.
Watching her breasts rise and fall was getting to me. I don't know why I did it, but I lowered my hands down her front and into her swim top gripping her soft globes in my hands. I saw the areolas around her nipple and gently squeezed each globe.
"God, that feels so good! You can massage me anytime," I heard Alice say.
I must have come out of my little sexual trance as I quickly pulled my hands out of her top. Why didn't she object to it? As I backed away, I saw Darcy coming through the door.
"Hi, Honey, just get home? What's going on?" she asked.
Alice said, "I got the aspirin and Rhett massaged my temples. I think it helped."
"Yeah, Rhett's quite a massager. He'll never be rubbing anything other than your temples with a body like that, or he'll be finding another wife," laughed Darcy.
Alice laughed along with Darcy and got up and adjusted her swimsuit. "I better head back out to my little monsters," said Alice. As she walked out she looked back at me and winked.
"Rhett, would you get the hot dogs out of the fridge? I want to grill them for the kids," asked Darcy.
Hoping I had escaped retribution, I said, "Sure, Honey. In fact go on out with your friends and I'll put the hot dogs on the grill." I leaned over and gave her a kiss and headed to the refrigerator.
It's sad that it didn't bother me more. Maybe it could have been a wake up call. Looking back I sure could have used one.
Things went on pretty normally. We made love and cuddled but I always had those damn stories in the back of my mind. Darcy and I were sitting out on the porch and watched the kids playing in the yard. We sat out often and watched a lot of the people in the neighborhood walk or jog by. We would wave or say hi to just about everyone.
There was one gal my wife didn't like. Her name was Jennifer. She walked by and I waved to her just like I did everyone else. After she waved back, then Darcy said hi to her.
"You know I don't like her. Why did you wave to her?" asked Darcy.
"We waved to everyone. Why do you hate her so much?"
"It's distrust more than hate. I hear she's a slut and she and her husband are swingers."
Her husband worked at the same factory that I did and I heard the same kind of rumors there. He was an ugly sort and a good fifteen years older than her. She was a good looking gal, so we figured that since she liked sex, he used her to get other married couples involved into swinging with them. She definitely could attract the men. What women would see in her husband, Carl, is beyond me.
It was about a week later when I made my dreaded mistake. Darcy left me a note that she would be taking the kids and her mother over to see her aunt who lived in another town. She probably wouldn't get home till late and for me to fix my own dinner.
I was sitting out on the porch drinking a beer and waving to the walkers. Jennifer was walking by herself and waved at me, and of course I waved back. She stopped and asked where Darcy was? I told her that Darcy had gone to visit her aunt.
"Oh, shoot," said Jenn. "I heard she remodeled the kitchen and I wanted to see it. Would you mind showing it to me?"
I knew I never should have done it. Here was a good looking woman whom my wife didn't like asking to come into my home. She was dressed in kind of net wrap over her breasts and her nipples were showing pressing through. She had on a pair of loose fitting jogging shorts that were four inches below her belly button. Looking at her was making my dick hard.
"Sure, I'll show you the kitchen. I'm sure Darcy wouldn't mind." Damn, why was I so weak!
I opened the door and as she walked past me she accidentally rubbed her hand against my crotch. At least, that is what I tried to convince myself of. She didn't say a word until she walked into the kitchen.
"What a beautiful kitchen. I love the way she has it decorated and tile floors, and all that cupboard space. Tell her it sure looks beautiful." She opened the fridge and asked if she could have a beer? She said she sure was hot.
What's a guy to say? I should have said get out of my house, I love my wife, but instead I said, "Sure, have a cold one."
She took the cold beer and started rubbing it against her tits. I was watching her nipples getting harder and harder. "Hmm! It feels so good. Do you like what you see?"
I was a goner at this point. I walked up to her and planted a kiss on her lips. She set the beer down and put her arms around my neck and kissed me with her mouth open. "Don't start something you're unable to finish," she told me.
I reached up and slid my hand under her skimpy top and grabbed her breast. I wasn't delicate about it. I lowered my mouth to her tit and started sucking hard on her nipple.
"Suck it, Big Boy. Suck that titty. Come on, you can suck harder than that."
Her talk was something that Darcy never did; she wouldn't talk dirty to me. It was kind of a rush. While sucking on her tit, I slid my hand down the front of her shorts. She wasn't wearing any undergarments.
"Did you find that pussy, Big Boy? Go ahead, stick a couple of fingers in. You like it, don't you. Admit it! Finger fucking another man's wife is a real turn on, isn't it? Come on, lover, answer me."
"Yes, I love it! I love fingering you," I answered.
"Are you going to finger fuck me to death or give me that big cock of yours?"
"I'm going to fuck you to death. I'm going to fuck you till you tell me you've had enough." I was too far gone now. I was going to fuck this slut whom my wife hates.
"Let's go into the bedroom. I'm not going to fuck you in the kitchen," she said.
I wasn't going to take her to my marital bed, like that would make a difference. I pushed her into my daughters' room where they both slept on twin beds pushed together. I went quickly into the bathroom and got a big towel and laid it across the bed, hopefully to catch any juices. Jenn lay on the bed and I removed her shorts. Her neatly trimmed pussy was staring me in the face. I quickly jammed two fingers into her pussy with her legs spread wide open.
"Do you like it, big boy? Come give Jenn a good fucking. Let me see that big cock of yours." She kept talking and daring me. "Bring that cock up and put it in Jenn's pussy."
I took off my shorts and underwear and she grabbed my cock. Her ass and pussy were at the edge of the bed and I was half kneeling, half standing as she rubbed the head of my cock against her sopping wet opening.
"Tell Jenn what you want, Honey."
"I want to fuck you," I replied.
"Would you like your wife to be like me and fuck other men?"
"I'm not sure, I don't know," I answered.
She kept rubbing my cock head against her pussy opening. "Are you ready to push your cock in me?"
"God, yes, I want to fuck you now."
She let go of my cock and I was buried in to the hilt. It felt so good.
"You like my pussy, don't you, Honey?"
"Yes, I love it. I love fucking you," I replied
"Now wouldn't you love to see your little wife getting fucked like this by another man?"
I was in fantasy land when I answered. "Yes, I would, I would love to see Darcy taking another cock while I'm fucking you."
"Would you like me to get my husband to come over and give her a hard fucking?"
"Yes, anybody, she needs a good hard fucking."
"Say it then. Tell me you want to see Carl fucking her."
"Yes, I want to see her fucking Carl and any other man. I want her to become a slut like you."
After saying that, I shot the biggest load of my life. Jenn was lying there taking it all and asking for more. Thank God, I had the towel under her ass as the juices came out of her hole. I pulled my still somewhat stiff cock out of her. She got up and had me sit on the bed as she kneeled and took my cum-soaked cock into her mouth. She was sucking our joint juices off my cock. It wasn't long before I shot kind of a mini-load.
Jenn got up and, as I stood up, she grabbed the towel and wiped what leaking juices she could off her pussy. She put her shorts back on and fixed her top.
"That was great, lover; we'll have to do that again sometime soon."
It was then when reality hit me. I had just fucked a slut on my kids' bed. I had pretty much reached my sexual bottom.
"No, Jenn, never again. I made a huge mistake. I should never have let you come in. I'm so sorry for what I did."
"Sorry? You've got to be kidding. It was great and I'm looking forward to the swap."
"Get out of my house, Jenn. There won't be any swap."
She laughed as she left the house.
I felt terrible, I really did. Sure, fucking another mans wife was something else but now reality set in. I was nothing but a cheating low-life with no will power. Darcy deserved a lot better. I didn't know what to do. Should I confess to Darcy or hope it goes away. I was a nervous wreck. I went in the girls' room and straightened up the bed and picked up the cum soaked towel.
I wiped a few drops off the hardwood floor that must have dripped out of Jenn's pussy when she was sucking me off. I wasn't sure what to do with the towel. I couldn't leave it for Darcy to find so I decided to wash a load of towels. It would get rid of the evidence. I took a beer and poured some on the kitchen floor and wiped it up with a clean towel. I could use that for my excuse for washing the towels. Besides I could use a beer about then.
When Darcy and the girls got home, I was folding towels.
"What are you doing? Did you wash some clothes?" asked Darcy.
"Just a load of towels. I spilt beer on the floor and used the towels to clean it up. I knew you would get mad that I didn't use paper towels, so I thought I would wash them for you."
"You're right, Honey, but I would have forgiven you. I love you too much to worry over a spilt beer," she said.
Now I felt worse. She was being nice to me and I had just cheated on her. "God, please help me. I don't want her to find out and hurt her." I thought God helped me the first time, maybe he would help me again. Then I thought about my promise to God, "Help me and I will never do it again." But I did. I broke my promise to God and my wife.
A couple of days had gone by and I came home from work to a very different Darcy sitting at the kitchen table when I got home. She looked like she had been crying but now was calm.
"What's the matter, Honey?" I asked.
"Sit down; I have something to ask you. I sent the kids over to Mom's till we are finished talking."
I suspected the worst, and that's what I got.
"Did you fuck that slut, Jenn? I've been married to you and if I'm going to believe anybody, it's going to be you. You know you're a poor liar and I need the truth," she said. "Also you should know that Jenn has never been in our house but she knows what kind of bedspread the girls have on their bed. Now, with that all said, did you fuck her?"
Hell, how could I avoid answering her? She had tears in her eyes and waited for my answer.
"Darcy, it was a mistake. I should have never done it. I'm so sorry; I don't know what to say. Please, I was just too weak. I won't do it again. Please forgive me." I was now crying myself.
"Get out of my house right now. You dirty son-of-a-bitch..."
"Darcy, wait. We can get over this... and... and..."
"Get the fuck out of my house before I go get the gun and shoot you!"
"What about my clothes and stuff?"
"Get the fuck out now! You can come back tomorrow when I'm not here and take your fucking stuff."
"Darcy, I'm so sorry, I really lo..."
"Get out now, you bastard!"
I knew her mood had changed and that I had better leave. I left and got in my truck and drove away. I had no idea where I was going. I also wondered how she found out. Did Jenn call her and why? Was it just to ruin our marriage?
I headed to Mom and Dad's. I told them that Darcy had kicked me out and why. My parents loved Darcy and they told me how disappointed they were in me. They said that I could sleep in the basement for a couple of days till Darcy cooled off. If she didn't let me back in, then I had to find an apartment to live in. They let me know that they were siding with Darcy and she would always be welcome at their home.
I went by the next day to get a few things and Darcy was home but the kids were still at her mom's.
"Darcy, I'm so sorry."
"Sorry doesn't cut it. I'm going to the attorney today to file for a divorce. I'm here to ask you a couple of questions."
"Darcy, please give me a chance to explain."
"Okay, explain this! You bring a woman I despise into our house and fuck her. Not as though that isn't enough, but then you say you want to include me in your perverted games and want to see that filthy pig Carl fuck me. Is that true or not?"
"Yes, No, Shit, I mean — Oh, Christ. I said it but I never meant it. I never want you with another man. You have to believe me."
"Believe you? You've been saying the same thing in our bed, with me. What am I supposed to believe? You, your dreams, your actions, what kind of a man are you that you have a fucking pig come and ask me for sex?"
"What? I never said that to anyone."
"You just told me you said that to your slut girlfriend. Yeah! I know it all. Her fucking pig of a husband came by and asked me for sex."
"What? When? What happened? Please tell me."
"Fine, like you don't know. Carl came by and said he wanted to talk to me. I told him to wait on the porch, while I turned the stove down because I was cooking. I wasn't going to let that bastard in my house. When I came in the kitchen, he came up behind me and squeezed my boob. I screamed and pushed him back and grabbed my butcher knife and he backed away. He was scared and went out the front door. He yelled that you said he could come here and have sex with me and that you wanted to swap wives. Did you say that?"
"I didn't mean it! Jenn asked me during sex and you know how I get. I might have said something like that, but I never meant it."
"You cock sucker! I called Jenn and she told me everything. How you loved fucking her and want to watch other men fuck me. Hell, now I know why you even washed the towels. Rhett, I loved you with all my heart and you fucking stomped on it. I'm going to go to my mom's and I don't want you here when I get back. If you are, I promise I will kill you. We'll talk about the divorce at another time. I can't right now."
I wanted to say something, but I couldn't talk. I just watched the love of my life walk out of my life. I cried and then gathered up a few belongings.
In the days that followed I found an efficiency apartment above the store that we always go to. It was less than a mile from the house. It was big enough for me. It was already furnished so I didn't need to take much with me. It was a cheap place to live but was close to my family.
My sister and brother both sided with Darcy. Why wouldn't they? She was right. I was a fucking weak-willed man who couldn't say no to other women. Darcy's family didn't talk to me much either. Her mom was the only one who still talked to me.
Darcy asked for dissolution on the grounds of irreconcilable differences. She gave me the right to come over and see the kids as often as I wanted, as long as I called first. I didn't take them on weekends since we lived so close. Darcy got pretty much everything, including the house which we barely had any equity in, her car and all the home furnishings. I kept my 401k and my personal things. I paid a pretty hefty child support but I didn't care. My kids weren't going to do without because of my faults.
I didn't care; I lost the only thing that meant anything to me, which was Darcy, only I didn't act like it. I just wanted us back together. I tried to talk with her about staying together but she wouldn't budge on the issue, and who could blame her. She was a great wife and mother who married a prick with no willpower.
It seemed odd stopping by to see my kids but I was lucky Darcy even went along with it. She told her mom that I was always a good father and she wasn't going to deprive me or the girls of seeing each other. Most of the time I played with the girls or once they were both in school, I helped them with their homework. I wanted to stay a big part of their lives. Who knew? Maybe somewhere up the road even Darcy could see I wasn't so bad.
The hardest thing for me when stopping by was seeing Darcy. She always looked so nice and even talked nice to me about anything but us. I wasn't able to touch or hold her or even give her a light kiss on the cheek. I took it out on the girls by nearly hugging them to death.
All in all I didn't think I wasn't a bad person. Who am I kidding? I'm a fucking prick, putting my wife through hell. I loved my family and I loved my now ex-wife. They are still the reason for my existence. I just wish I hadn't been such a weak-willed bastard. I still worked hard and worked all the overtime I could get to help support my family.
I remember the day I received my divorce papers in the mail. I walked up to my old house and Darcy came to the door crying. She must have gotten her papers also. She opened the door and said, "Not today, Rhett, I can't see you today. Mom came and took the girls home with her. I just need to be alone."
I started crying again, like I had been doing ever since I got the letter. "Darcy, just so you know, I'm truly sorry and will always love you." I turned and went to the neighborhood bar to get plastered.
I was drunk when I left the bar and got into my truck. I thought about it and decided that I didn't need to get caught driving drunk so I walked. I found myself in front of Jenn and Carl's house. I banged on the door and Carl came to the door.
"Get out here, you son-of-a-bitch, so I can beat your fucking ass," I yelled.
"You're drunk; get off my property before I'll call the police," replied Carl.
"Listen, you prick, you helped ruin my marriage and if I ever see you near my house or around my wife again, I will kill you, you perverted maggot."
Here I was blaming this man for ruining my marriage. I knew it was me who did it, but this prick did approach my wife and I was drunk.
I staggered off the porch and headed home — to my apartment that is. The walk probably did me good. I got to the apartment and passed out. I heard the alarm clock go off for work the next morning.
Life went on and I saw the kids as often as I could without being overly disruptive. Darcy and I were getting along pretty good. Sometimes she even asked me to stay for dinner. We even took the kids to the show together and did a few other things. I was never allowed to spend the night and of course never allowed to hug or kiss the woman I loved.
Holidays were somewhat of a problem. I would always see the kids and then they would visit their grandparents on both sides. I went to my wife's parents' house one time, but got such a cold shoulder, I never went back to their house for the holidays. My mother-in-law, whom we call mum instead of mom so we can tell which mother we are talking about, is the only one to treat me nice. I pretty much get the cold shoulder from everyone else.
Even at my parents' house, I feel like the third wheel. I know my parents haven't gotten over my actions. Hell, I haven't gotten over it yet. I decided that from now on, I would just go to my parents' house alone during the holidays. If Darcy brings the kids later, that's fine. I was so tired of explaining my stupidity to everyone.
I've been working longer and longer hours lately. I've been trying to visit with the kids at least twice during the week and to see them at least one day on the weekend. I would take them to see my mom and dad at least once a week.
On Wednesday, I heard that my sister and a couple of her female friends were going to have a girls' night out and invited Darcy to go with them and she accepted. Believe it or not I was dumbfounded. I never thought about Darcy going out and meeting another man. I guess I just assumed that given enough time she would take me back. What an idiot I had become.
I called Brad, a friend of mine who was also divorced - his wife had cheated on him - and I asked him if he wanted to go out Saturday night and have a couple of drinks. We set up a time and I told him I would pick him up.
I knew the girls would go bowling and then probably to the lounge next door to the bowling alley. I was right and when we arrived at the lounge I saw my sister, Darcy and three other women with them. I recognized the other gals as friends of my sister. Darcy was the only single gal at the table.
Brad and I sat down and ordered a couple of beers. The band started playing and I went to get up to ask Darcy to dance. That is when she first noticed me and looked surprised. I took two steps before my sister stepped in front of me.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" asked Sue.
"I was just going to ask Darcy to dance," I replied.
"Why, Rhett? Why are you here? It took us three months to convince Darcy to get out and have a little fun and as soon as she goes out, you're right there to spoil it for her. Why don't you drink your beer, go home and let Darcy forget about her problems for one night."
I knew Sue was right as I turned around to go sit back down. The band was playing a fast song and some guy walked up to Darcy and asked her to dance. She looked over at me and then got up to dance. I knew she mainly got up to spite me and it was working. She was moving her beautiful ass all over the floor. I knew she was shaking it especially because I was there.
The song stopped and she was headed back to her seat when the man asked her to continue dancing. It was a slow love song. She kind of shook her head as if to say no but then went back out on the dance floor with the guy. It hurt me, it really did but I deserved everything that happened to me.
The man pulled her closer and she didn't seem overly happy about it. After a minute or so he slid his hand down to her ass and she pushed it back up. When he did it a second time she pushed him away, called him a pig, and went back to her seat.
He laughed and headed for the men's room. Brad had asked my sister to dance and they were still on the dance floor. Brad knew better than to mess with Sue so I knew they were just dancing.
I followed the man into the men's room and, while he was pissing in the urinal, I quickly grabbed him by the nape of the neck and slammed his head into the block wall twice. I then threw him onto his back on the floor and kicked him twice in the gonads. He just laid there a total mess. He never even got a good look at me. I turned and walked back into the bar. The dance had ended and Brad was walking Sue back to her table. I told Brad to come with me quickly.
What had I just done was stalking my wife. I reflected that I was the definition of a stalker and turning into a total jerk now.
"What's going on, Rhett?" he asked me as all the girls looked on.
"Just come with me. I'll explain later."
We headed out the door and into our car. When we got about six blocks away, we heard the police cars. I explained to Brad what I did and he told me how stupid that was.
"Have you lost your mind? Let her go! You're going to get locked up if you're not careful. You can't make her love you; it's something that she has to choose."
I was almost back to Brad's house when my phone rang. It was Darcy.
"What the hell did you do? The police came to our table since I was the last one to dance with him. I told them I didn't even know the guy. What is the matter with you, Rhett?"
"He grabbed your ass and when you told him no, he did it again. It bothered me."
"Bothered you? You're the fantasy man, remember? What the hell would you have done if I fucked him?" asked Darcy.
"I'd have killed him," I answered.
"I don't need your help, Rhett. I'm capable of taking care of myself."
"You're right, I'm sorry, I will never bother you again when you go out. If I ever see you, I'll leave the place. I can't seem to do anything right." I hung up the phone.