"Honest to God Marge, I'm just hanging in there until he becomes vested in his pension plan. Then when I leave him I can get the court to award me half. What? No, I should be all right until I can land some one else. Sure. I'll get half of everything he has and the beauty of it is that the court will order him to pay my lawyer out of what he has left. No. Hey, he's a nice enough guy, but he just doesn't satisfy me sexually."
I had smashed my thumb at work and had gone to the clinic. After putting two stitches in it they had given me some pain medication and the warning label said it would probably make me drowsy and that I shouldn't drive or operate machinery. I'd come straight home from the clinic, arriving three hours before my usual time, and when I came in the front door I heard Jillian on the phone in the kitchen talking to her friend Marge. I stood silently in the living room and listened to what else my "loving wife" had to say. Of course I couldn't hear what Marge was saying, but then I didn't really have to. What I heard coming out of Jillian's mouth was pretty self-explanatory.
"No Marge, I haven't had a good fucking in two months. The last one I had was with Gerald just before he moved to St. Louis. I know, I know, but there is just something about a big cock that sets me all aquiver. Remember Tom? His was almost ten inches long. Remember the time we told our hubby's we were going to an Avon party? Wasn't that a wild night? I wonder if that bar is still there. It is? Hey, how would you feel about another Avon party? Really? How about Tuesday? Okay, I'll plan on it. Fuck no, he believes every thing I tell him. The last time I fucked Gerald I had so much cum in me that I could have floated a battleship and hubby dear wanted to fuck when I got home. I told him I wanted him to eat me first and when he commented on how wet I was I told him I was all hot and wet from thinking about him all day and hoping he'd want to fuck me that night. No lie. I actually had an orgasm thinking about how wicked I was being. Okay, I'll let you go. Don't forget Tuesday, okay?"
I slipped back out of the house, drove a couple of blocks away and sat and waited for my regular time to go home. I thought about what I had just overheard. Apparently my ten-year-old marriage to Jillian wasn't near as good as I had thought. I wondered how long she had been hanging horns on me. From her conversation with Marge it had to be at least three years. Tom with the ten-inch cock had to be Tom Bakley, I'd seen his equipment in the locker room at the heath club, and he had left town three years ago. I tried to remember the night of the so-called Avon party and while I wasn't sure I believed that it took place just a little over three years ago. Three years and I hadn't had a clue. Well, I knew now and I knew the plans that Jillian had for me. It was time for me to make some plans of my own.
Curiosity got the better of me and when Jillian told me about going to the Avon party with Marge I told her fine, that I would be working late that night and I would catch a bite to eat on the way home. Tuesday night I was in a borrowed car parked just down the street when Jillian backed out of our driveway. I followed her to Marge's place and as Marge climbed into Jillian's car I wondered if her husband was just as clueless as I had been. I followed them across town and I began to wonder just where the hell they were going. We were moving farther and farther away from the part of town where most of the good clubs were located. They finally pulled into the parking lot at a place called Washington's Bar and Grill and I had a hard time believing that this was their destination. For one thing it was in that part of the city known as "Niggertown" and for another the place looked like a seedy dump. I pulled over, parked, and then watched as Jillian and Marge got out of the car and went inside. I settled back to wait and see what happened.
I'd been sitting there about half an hour when a cop car came slowly down the block. I saw the cop on the shotgun side take a good look at me as they went by and I was not really surprised when they came back by thirty minutes later and took another look at me. In another fifteen they were back and they pulled up behind me and parked. The two got out of the squad car and approached, one on either side, and the one on my side tapped on the window with his flashlight. I already had my drivers license out and I gave it to him before he asked for it and then he asked me what I was doing sitting in that particular neighborhood. I didn't see any reason not to tell him so I laid the whole story out for him. He asked me for a description of Jillian and then he went over and entered the bar. Five minutes later he came out carrying a white paper bag and came over to my car. "Joint doesn't look like much, but they have the best half pound ground round in town. The two women are sitting at a table in back with six big black bucks and they were being pretty friendly, if you know what I mean. Good luck" and then he and his partner got in their car and left.
It was another hour before Jillian and Marge came out of the bar, each one arm in arm with a black dude. The four of them got in Jillian's car and drove off. I made a U-turn and followed them as far as the Castle Inn Motor Lodge. Five minutes later the four of them were in room 123 and I had seen enough. I headed on home, took a shower and went to bed. Three hours later I heard Jillian come in. She came into the bedroom and I heard her undressing and then she climbed in bed and shook my shoulder. "Baby? Are you awake Hon?" I rolled over, "I am now." "I'm horny baby. I've been thinking of you all day and I'm so hot, wet and horny that I think I'll die if you don't make love to me." She pulled my hand to her cunt and she was indeed very wet and I wondered how many times she had been cum in and whether or not it had been by both men. "Come on baby, I need it bad." "Not tonight Jillian. I have a headache" and I turned on my side to go back to sleep. That was the first time in our married life that I had said no to her when she wanted sex and I wondered if she was lying there looking at my back and wondering just what the hell had happened.
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