This story is about couples, choices and emotions. It has some sex in it, but is mostly about sex. Be forewarned, there is no real ending in the story and if you writers feel it should have an ending, please write one. Also, if you don't like stories of sharing, voyeurism, extramarital sex and the like, you really shouldn't read this one. Many Thanks to my editor Kanga40 for her suggestions. Any mistakes that you find are mine since I can't leave anything alone.
Nancy and I had been married for fifteen years. I was very happy with our union and I knew than my wife loved me very much, I was very happy the way our marriage had evolved over the years. We had two lovely daughters in their early teens, and we were both had good jobs, she as a voice translator for a film studio and me for a security company. I loved my wife very much and I knew she was completely devoted to me. We were still having sex a couple of times per week, we were all healthy and living in a beautiful house in a respectable part of the city. Life was good and I knew that things couldn't really get much better.
Nancy had gained weight after the birth of our second daughter and she had never been able to lose it completely. Of course she was still a very beautiful woman and it didn't bother me if she had nice curves in the right places. Her ass was round and very appealing, whereas her boobs were now heavy but since I am a tits and ass man, I had absolutely nothing to complain about.
She also had beautiful blue eyes, the large lens of the glasses which she wore — no contact lens for her since they tended to irritate her eyes — when reading or doing paper work, made her eyes look larger and even more attractive. She had a very pretty face indeed, with thick sensuous lips and high cheek bones, and whenever she smiled, her perfectly even white teeth were a feast to my eyes. Yes, I knew that even though she was not going to win the Miss America Award because of the few extra pounds she carried, she was still a very attractive and desirable woman.
Of course I was in love with her and I knew that she was in love with me also. We had two great daughters, a nice home and money was not a problem. I was very happy with my life until...
Yes, after fifteen years of being married something bad happened to our union, something that threatened to change everything and thus shatter my happy and perfect world.
You see, for the last couple of years, Nancy had taken into the habit of going out with 'the girls' with whom she worked. They had three or four preferred pubs and they changed spots all the time. They went to these places after work on alternate Fridays. As she often explained to me, the girls went out only to talk and to unwind.
Of course I didn't mind her going out by herself like that. I was home at four thirty every day and I was the one to stay with our daughters whenever she went with the girls. On those days that she went out I would fix supper for my daughters and I was always the one to help them with their homework, I enjoyed doing this.
She was usually back home by eight on those evenings out, and we would then spend the week-end together as a family, involved in activities that we all liked - and of course eating out with our two daughters on Saturday evening.
But for the last couple of months she had been getting home later than usual on evenings out with the girls. She was now getting home closer to ten and I could tell that she was having a few drinks.
Of course, I didn't say anything since she was still the loving wife she had always been and each time she got home after those evenings out, she always had that typical smile on her face that made me want to hug her. I knew going out like that with her friends was her way to relax, it was taking her mind away from the long week of hard word. Besides, we always had great sex later on those nights. I told myself that she was just having harmless fun with the group of girls she was working with, and I saw nothing wrong with it, even if she was now getting home later than usual.
Then one Monday morning, a few weeks ago, I got an e-mail from someone who had simply signed it 'A Friend'. I came close to deleting the message without reading it but on second thought I took the time to read it. It went like this.
I WAS AT THE BLACK CROW LAST FRIDAY EVENING, I SAW YOUR WIFE THERE WITH A GROUP OF PEOPLE. I MUST SAY THAT SHE WAS ENJOYING HERSELF A LOT. I ALSO WATCHED HER DANCE WITH ONE OF THE MEN THAT WAS ACCOMPANYING HER GROUP. SHE DANCED ALMOST EXCLUSIVELY WITH HIM. I THOUGHT THAT YOU WOULD LIKE TO SEE HOW SHE WAS ENJOYING HERSELF THAT EVENING SO I TOOK A PICTURE OF HER USING MY CELL PHONE.LOOK AT THE PICTURE CAREFULLY AND IF YOU STILL FEELTHAT THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH THE WAY SHE WAS DANCING, THEN JUST FORGET THIS E-MAIL.
Accompanying the e-mail was an attachment that I needed to open to see the picture. For long seconds I debated in my mind whether I should simply delete the whole thing without opening the attachment. In the back of my mind I knew I wasn't going to like what was on the still unopened picture. After all, why would someone bother to send it to me if there was nothing special about it? Besides, this e-mail had already planted the seed of doubt in my mind, and I feared what I was going to find out.
In this e-mail, I had already been informed that Nancy was dancing when she went with 'the girls', also there were male co-workers with them, and she had never mentioned this to me. I had always been under the impression there were only females with her. Of course she could have been dancing with someone who was already in the Black Crow, someone who was not actually with their group, but, even then I felt a lump in my throat, and I began to have a strange feeling about the whole thing. Against my better judgment, I decided to open the attachment.
The instant the picture appeared on the screen I could see it wasn't perfectly centered as if the one taking picture had been careful so that he or she wouldn't be observed. I noticed co-workers of my wife — females as well as males — sitting at a long table in the background. The picture was somewhat blurred, but still I could see my wife on the dance floor on the right. She was wearing her beige blouse printed with red flowers and green leaves with the matching brown slacks. This was the outfit Nancy had been wearing the last time she had gone out with 'the girls', therefore I knew the picture I was now looking at had been taken the previous Friday. She had arrived home later than usual that evening, it was half past ten when she gave me a hug and looked at me with her usual killer smile.
In the picture I could see her on the dance floor in the arms of a tall, young man. They were pressed very tightly to each other, and Nancy had both her arms around his neck. He had one hand pressing against her round ass and the other ... well, I couldn't tell exactly where his other hand was, but I could see the tips of his fingers on the other side, they appeared to be pressing on her right breast.
To say that I was shocked was putting it mildly. I couldn't remember ever having danced like that with Nancy, or with any other girl in public. The man's lower body was pressed very tight against her, and I know she must have been feeling his erection rubbing against her. He certainly had to be hard, after all what man can press himself like that against a woman and not become instantly hard? But Nancy didn't seem to mind, quite the contrary. Judging by the happy smile on her lips, it was evident that she was also pushing herself against him as they stared into each other eyes.
My wife, my Nancy, the mother of my two daughters was holding a stranger in her arms and acting like a slut in public. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I know that she wouldn't even dance with me like that in public, why the hell was she letting a stranger act this way with her? Or was he really a stranger? The seed of doubt was now firmly planted in my mind, and growing fast. Without my being able to prevent it, all sort of scenarios involving my wife with other men began to develop in my mind.
I suddenly felt sick and I had to rush to the bathroom where I threw my breakfast down the toilet. Nancy, my wife, was behaving like a whore in public, was she having an affair? How could she do that to me and to our two daughters?
Then, many other questions began to pop within my mind. Who was that man? Was he working with her? How long has this been going on? Why? Was she fucking him?
For the next half hour I remained in the privacy of my office's bathroom trying to sort out my mind. Gradually new emotions began to surface. Disappointment, sadness and anger, followed by a strong desire to seek revenge. A whole spectrum of intense emotions which tended to create a maelstrom of reactions took hold of me. I wanted to kill Nancy, I wanted to hug her and ask her to stop, I wanted to divorce her, then, a second later I would forgive her and give her another chance. For a while, as I sat there on the seat of the toilet, I thought I was going crazy.
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