"Charley" Clara said, "What in the world is wrong with you?"

Okay, I thought, why not, "When I heard your husband bragging about fucking my wife this afternoon (and I saw Loretta's face go pale) I got a little upset and so I hit him." Then I looked around the room and said, "And there are a couple of more here that are going to get the same as soon as I find out who they are."

I grabbed Loretta by the hand and started heading for the front door. "Charley, what are you doing" and she snatched her hand away from me.

"I'm going home. You can either come with me or stay here with your lovers and frankly I don't give a shit which one you choose."

Loretta looked around the room; her gaze fell on Clara and she said in a weak voice "I'm sorry" and then she hurried after me.

It was a very quiet ride home. Loretta stared out the passenger window and said nothing and I stared out the windshield at the road in front of me and was quiet. When we got home I went into the den and turned on the TV. I sat there channel surfing, not because I was looking for anything in particular, just to have something to do with my hands while my mind churned with what I'd found out. I swear I almost could have accepted Loretta's taking a lover, but giving it away to anybody who told her she looked sexy being pregnant? No way could I even remotely accept that.

But what was I going to do about it? I couldn't just throw her ass out - she was the mother of my unborn child for Christ's sake. But how could I live with her now? How could I look at her and not hear birthday boy saying "I fucked her three times and she sucked my cock twice." Besides, I loved her. She had made my days sunny and perfect since the day I had met her and had done so right up to the minute I heard those voices in the basement tell me what a fucking slut she was. My thoughts were interrupted when Loretta opened the door and came into the room.

"You coming up to bed?" I turned off the TV, and looked at her with rising anger.

"What? You expect me to sleep with you after what I found out tonight? I listened to three men discussing having sex with you and talking about how they plan to keep on doing it and now you come in here and say 'come on up to bed dear, ' like my finding out you are no better than a common whore is no more than a common, every day occurrence? I'm supposed to just trip on up the stairs like nothing at all has happened?"

Loretta cocked her head to one side and I wasn't sure whether she was contemplating me and what I'd just said, or what she was going to say in response. Then she said, "Why not? It didn't hurt you last night or any of the other nights after I'd had sex with some one else. The only thing different tonight is that now you know and your ego is getting in the way."

I stared at her, my astonishment and anger growing by her attitude and she said, "Don't expect me to get all weepy eyed and plead for forgiveness Charley. It's done and I can't undo it. The first time was a stupid mistake that never should have happened, but it did and I liked it so I did it again. I liked it that time too so I did it some more. It didn't hurt you, it didn't hurt me and it didn't hurt the baby. I'll probably stop now that you know, but you may as well know that I don't really want to. I was having the time of my life with all those men lusting after me. I felt like some almighty sex goddess and they were worshiping at my altar."

"Are you absolutely out of your mind, woman, have you not given any thought to us, to what your cheating on me, if I found out about it, would do to our marriage?"

"No. Why should I? You love me and I love you. Why should that change? I had some fun, so what? Think about it Charley, has it cost you anything? It's been going on for two months now; have I been any less loving or affectionate during that time? Have you gotten any less sex from me? No, in fact you've gotten more. In case you hadn't noticed Charley, we went from twice, maybe three times a week before I started fooling around, to an average of five times a week. For some reason I'm always horny after I've been with some one else.

My astonishment grew, as did that core of anger that I'd been trying to hold down; after all, she was my supposedly faithful pregnant wife.

"So, let me see if I've got this straight. You've been slutting around, fucking at least 3 other men, for at least two months now, that you'll admit to. Your supposed explanation is no explanation at all, it's really not even an excuse, let alone a reason. You've shown no indication of any remorse or regret for you've done, you've stated that you're not going to ask for forgiveness; you just told me that you didn't give any thought to what this might do to our marriage; and most of all, you've not even said that you're sorry." "Is there anything that I left out of that little speech that I just heard?"

Loretta's face turned a little pale as I finished speaking.

"No, Charley, wait please, just listen to me for a minute. If you want me to say that I'm sorry, I will, because I don't want this to blow up into a major league problem with our marriage, because it shouldn't be that. Charley, I believe that all that's a problem here is your ego. Someone else used something that you considered yours and you had no say in the matter. It's either that or you think I let someone else have me because you weren't man enough for me."

She saw the look on my face. I'm sure that I flushed as a surge of almost white-hot fury flashed through me. Loretta had started toward me, but then stopped.

"That's it, isn't it? You think I needed some one else because you weren't getting the job done."

"Loretta, if you think that's my only problem with what you've done, then we've got a bigger problem here than you ever dreamed of."

Without apparently realizing what I'd just said, she walked over and touched my cheek, "Oh baby, it's not you, it's me. I got to thinking that I was fat and ugly and I was feeling really down in the dumps and one day, and I'm not going to tell you who, came up to me and told me that since I became pregnant I had never looked more radiant and sexy. I thought he was just trying to be nice and so I led him on just to see if he meant it. Well, things got out of hand and it happened and then he wanted more and I gave it to him and soon he was fucking me almost every day of the week. And then he told some others and I liked being desired in spite of my condition and things just went from there. I do love you Charley, only you, I don't love them. Come on to bed with me, baby and I'll prove to you that you're man enough for me."

Loretta reached out and took my hand. Just as quickly, I jerked my hand away.

"What a deal, Loretta, I'm so thrilled; so now after hearing Tom talk about fucking you 3 times this afternoon, you're going to let me have 'sloppy seconds' or would that be 'sloppy fourths', how wonderful for me!"

Loretta had reached back for my hand, but now she froze in place, and started shaking her head 'no'.

"Charley, do you really believe I would do that to you, don't you know that I would have cleaned myself, douched and showered after he left?'

"You know what Loretta, I don't what you would have done, to tell you the truth; I'm not sure that I even know who you are anymore."

"After you sucked Tom's dick, did you brush your teeth, and gargle also, before kissing me hello when I came home? "And Loretta, tell me this. Did you fuck Tom in our bedroom, in our bed?"

Loretta had opened her mouth to respond to my first question, but with this last question, now Loretta flushed, then just as quickly her face turned completely white. She looked at me, with a strange, almost disbelieving look. She seemed for the first time to become aware of my attitude, my now clearly apparent anger. I waited for her to respond, as the seconds ticked away, in the almost dead silence of the room. Loretta made an imperceptible nod of her head; but then without looking at me, she replied in a low, almost inaudible voice, "yes"

"Well, just so we understand one another on that one point at least. I'll never get into that bed, sleep in it, and certainly will never make love with you in that bed, ever again."

I left her standing at the foot of stairs, as I went into our former bedroom, cleaned out my drawers and bathroom cabinet of my toiletries. Without saying another word to her, I went into the guest bedroom, and locked the door behind me. I went to bed, but my mind was in such turmoil that I lay awake for some time.

At some point after I'd gone to bed, I was aware that Loretta had tried the doorknob, and finding the door locked, had knocked softly, calling out my name. "Charley, please let me in, we need to talk, please Charley." I ignored her, and eventually fell into a troubled sleep.

Loretta was already up and fixing the coffee when I stumbled down the stairs the next morning. I was staring into my coffee cup, my mind still roiling with the events of the previous night, when I became aware that Loretta was talking to me. "What?"

"Charley, about last night and what all has happened, we need to talk about it, and where we go from here. What do you want me to do about today?"

I must have gotten a confused look on my face (not surprising because I was) because she said, "About today, what do you want me to do?"

I still didn't have a clue what she was talking about, "Come on Charley. What we talked about last night - it's your call."

And then it hit me - she was asking me if she could continue with what she had been doing - I was being asked to tell her if it was all right for her to fuck another guy today.

My anger flashed to white-hot just that fast. I answered her, with my anger and bitterness evident in my voice. "Well, Loretta, you've managed for the last 2 months to make unilateral decisions about the course and conduct of our marriage, about the sanctity of our wedding vows, so I'm not sure why you're bothering to ask me what to do now."

Loretta flinched, then she said, "Please Charley, please let me do it. I promise I'll be a good little wife after the baby comes, but for now please let me have my fun. It has nothing to do with us, with my love for you, you must know that you're the only man that I love. "But, Charley, please, unless you say no, I'm want to keep that date."

"Loretta, you are just astonishing. You seem to be making those decisions anyway, so I guess you're going to decide what to do what you want to do. "I'm not even sure that telling you 'no' would matter in any event, regardless of what I say. So I'm not going to say anything one way or the other to you about your fucking other men, other than this. "Maybe, just maybe, if it never happened again, I'll be able to get by what you've done so far, after all, you are pregnant, aren't you, with my first child?"