I stood there looking in the window at my life crashing down. I listened to my wife as she made a mockery of the seven years of our marriage and our eleven year relationship. Eleven years of me being a blind, stupid fool.
Mary and I met in the eighth grade, started going steady in the tenth and by the middle of our senior year in high school we were making plans for the rest of our lives. We would get college out of the way before we got married and then build our careers for ten years or so before sitting down to decide whether or not we wanted to have children.
Mary and I exchanged virginities the night of our senior prom and since I had a small inheritance from my grandmother we intended to rent a small apartment and live together while attending college. We graduated high school and then spent the summer making love whenever and wherever we could. That fall we went off to college, found an apartment and began classes.
Halfway through our first term I was leaving the Science Building when I felt a sharp pain that was so intense that it dropped me to my knees. To make a long story short I had a ruptured appendix, was rushed to the hospital, operated on and then spent the rest of the year home recovering from the surgery. I was back to school by the start of the spring term and by carrying a huge class load, 16 to 18 hours instead of the usual 12, I was able to graduate with my class. Two months later Mary and I were married.
We both found jobs in our chosen fields and the next seven years flowed by. I thought Mary and I were the perfect couple with the perfect marriage, but apparently I was wrong.
We had planned a barbecue for Saturday afternoon and we had a dozen people coming over. Mary and I had spent a busy morning setting up the backyard and getting things ready. The guests started arriving and it looked like it was going to be great afternoon.
And then the phone rang. The bad part of doing a good job in climbing the corporate ladder is that the higher you climb, the more that is expected of you. Managers at my level were expected to be on call when problems arose. Normally the six managers rotated being on call over the weekends and Andy Trent was supposed to be on call. My boss was on the phone telling me that there was a problem at the plant and that Andy had somehow managed to break his leg. I was the next one up in the rotation so the boss needed me to mount up and ride to the rescue. When you were in my pay-grade you didn't whine:
"But boss, I'm in the middle of a party at my house."
What you did was mount up and ride. I went and found Mary, told her what was up, gave her a kiss and told her I would get back as quick as I could. Past history had shown that being called in when you had the duty would usually take from six to eight hours so I was pleased when I was able to wrap things up in three. I hurried home so I could still enjoy some of the party.
I was walking down the side of the house to the gate that led into the backyard and as I moved along the path I heard Mary's voice say:
"Not here Phil. I've got a house full of guests."
It came from the window of my home office and I went to it and looked in. The blinds were closed, but there was a gap between the bottom piece and the window sill and looking through the gap I saw Mary standing there with Phil Evans and Marty Foster. They had the front of her dress pulled down and they each had a hand on one of her tits.
"Come on Mary, just a quickie. It has been over a month since I've had a taste."
"No Phil, not now; not while I have a houseful of company. Besides, Rob could come home at any moment."
"So what? We could fuck you in front of him and he wouldn't know what is going on."
"That isn't true and you know it. He isn't stupid Phil; it's just that I'm very careful not to do anything that will make him suspicious."
"Get real Mary. We fucked you all through college - in his apartment and on his bed - and we have been fucking you ever since and you are trying to tell me that he isn't blind and stupid?"
"He loves me and if I don't do something stupid, like fucking you here and now, he will never even think that I'm being unfaithful. Now come on; I need to get back to the party before I'm missed."
"When can we get together?"
As she tucked her tits back into her dress she said, "Rob is going to that conference in San Diego next week and he will be gone four days. Can you guys sneak away from your wives long enough to come over and play? Maybe even spend the night?"
"With a weeks advance notice I'm sure that I can come up with something" Phil said.
"I'll tell Joyce that I have a two day business trip" Marty said, "and I'll spend those two days with you. Should we tell the others?"
"Sure, why not. The more the merrier."
The three of them left the room leaving me to stare at the wreckage of my marriage. My wife had been fucking two of my friends since college? And there were others? I turned and headed back to my car. I was in no mood to face any of the three right then.
I sat on the stool at Ernie's Icehouse and sipped my beer as I watched the barmaid wait on a customer. Wanda was a sexy little bitch in a slutty way and I had flirted off and on with her for a couple of years. She had made it know in subtle ways that she was more than willing to take it past flirting, but I was "Mr. Straight Arrow." I was the faithful husband and it didn't matter how often Wanda's deliciously round ass gave me a hard on I always took that hard on home. Well, soon Mr. Straight Arrow's arrow would be free to seek other targets.
Wanda brought me a fresh one, set it down on the bar in front of me and said:
"You seem lost in thought today Slick. Got problems?"
"Big ones Wanda. I don't know whether to take you to the beach with me, to Vegas, or to just find a handy motel room."
"Why not all three?"
"Good point. I guess I'll need to make a list of your days off so I can coordinate."
"They owe me time off Slick; all you need to do is tell me when" and then she moved off to the other end of the bar to take care of a customer. Was she just flirting, or did she mean it. I decided that once Mary was history I would find out. I finished my beer and headed home.
The party was still going on though the guests had thinned out some. I found Mary and kept myself under control as I kissed her cheek and let her know I was back and then I spent the next hour circulating and being sociable. The party started breaking up and Phil came up to me:
"Great party guy; too bad you had to miss most of it."
It was all I could do not to smash his face in. Instead I put a smile on my face and said:
"There is always the next one."
After the last guest was gone Mary said, "Leave the mess for tomorrow. Right now I need to drag you off to bed. You know how horny I get when I drink."
Yeah, I thought to myself, and you will probably be imaging it is Phil or Marty or one of 'the others' fucking you. But I wasn't ready for a confrontation. I had nothing to go on but part of an over-heard conversation. No, I needed proof. Solid proof I could show to everyone so they would know what a cheating whore Mary was. Proof that I could turn over to the wives of Phil, Marty and the others when I found out who they were. Until then I had to continue being the faithful and clueless husband.
I held out my hand to Mary and said, "Lead the way sex-pot."
In the bedroom we undressed and then she came over to me, put her arms around me and kissed me. I fondled her tits and as I did I wondered if she was remembering that only hours earlier Phil and Marty had been doing the same thing to her. I picked her up and set her down on the bed and moved between her legs. I lined my cock up with her unfaithful cunt and as I inserted myself I wondered whose cock she was wishing was sliding into her. Phil? Marty? One of the others? Could it possibly be mine? No matter, Mary was a marvelous piece of ass and I wouldn't be getting her pussy for very much longer so I took take advantage of the here and now.
I started driving my cock into her and she started moaning and wrapped her legs around me and pulled me to her. "That's it lover, that's it, fuck my pussy, fuck my cunt." A picture of Mary and Phil fucking entered my mind and for some perverse reason it drove me to fuck her harder as if my pounding her would punish her for her faithlessness. But the harder I fucked her the louder she moaned.
"God baby, yes, oh yes; like that lover, hard, fuck me hard. Make me cum baby, make me cum."
And then she screamed and her cunt muscles clamped my cock and her nails dug into my back as she had her orgasm and seconds later I had mine. I will miss this I thought as I looked down into her flushed face; oh yes, I will most definitely miss this.
The next morning Mary woke me with a blow job and then we had a slow, leisurely fuck - not making love, wouldn't be anymore of that in this house - and then we got up, had breakfast and started the clean-up. As I moved through the day I racked my brain for memories of anything that might have alerted me to the fact that Mary was stabbing me in the back, but I came up with nothing. Four years of college and seven years of marriage - eleven fucking years! - and I didn't have a fucking clue! That of course brought up the question:
Was I brain dead or just blinded by love?
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