The Decision

by Just Plain Bob

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, Cheating, Group Sex, .

Desc: Sex Story: Another cheating wife story?????

Author's forward —

I receive a lot of criticism for the way I end some of my stories. I have lived a long enough life to know that at any given time life hits a fork in the road and it can go one way or another. These forks in the road can happen every few week, every few days, every few minutes or even every few seconds. I often leave my stories at one of these forks in the road so the reader can use his or her imagination to give the story the ending that suits them. I make no apologies for this — it is my way. If the reader lacks the imagination to decide what outcome he or she prefers it is not my problem.

And yes, this is my way of letting you know that this is another of those stories.

The odds on it happening were maybe a million to one. Just guessing there since math never was one of my strong suits, but the odds definitely had to be high.

It was at Josie's company picnic. I was sitting in one of the porta-johns scattered around the park where the event was being held when a couple of guys walked up to use one of the other johns. They were laughing and one of them said:

"Could you ever be that clueless?"

"God I hope not."

"What do you think he would do if he knew Josie was in the back of Bill's van with Bill, Sam and Harry?"

"Maybe nothing. Maybe he knows what she does and he doesn't care."

"I can't believe that. Where is he now?"

"Charlie is supposed to be keeping him busy over pitching horseshoes and I'm supposed to get him involved in the volleyball game when they finish tossing shoes."

I'd just left Charlie at the horseshoe pits to come and take a quick dump. The talking stopped and I heard the other john door open and close. I sat there and waited and then I heard the door open and a voice say:

"Your turn."

The door closed and I kept waiting. A few minutes later the door opened and I heard:

"You been to the van for your turn yet?"

"No way Jose! I don't like sloppy pussy. If I can't be one of the first three I wo..." and his voice faded as they moved away.

Fuck no I didn't know, but I damned sure cared. I cracked the door open and peeked out. I saw the backs of the two men walking away. One was wearing a black Harley t-shirt and the other was wearing a green and white polo shirt. I knew who they were, but I didn't really know them. I'd been introduced to them along with a hundred others that I wouldn't see again until Josie's company Christmas party. I would attempt to get to know them better before the day was over and I'd select one of them to have a nice long talk with at a time more convenient to me.

I hurried back to the horseshoe pits before anyone started to miss me and wonder where I was. No sense in storming out to the parking lot to interrupt what was already going on. Best to keep looking clueless until I knew more — a lot more — about what my loving wife was up to.

Charlie and I had been beaten by two other guys and got out of the way to make room for the new challengers and we were standing there talking when the guy in the Harley t-shirt walked up to us. I remembered that his name was Todd.

"You guys doing anything right now?" he asked. "We need a couple more to play volleyball."

Charlie said he had promised his wife that he would spend at least a little time with her and the kids and he took off to find her. Knowing that it was Todd's job to keep me occupied I debated making him work for it, but decided not to. Better to be the unconcerned clueless husband for a little while longer.

After volleyball Todd and I sat at a picnic table and shot the shit. I asked him about his t-shirt since it was from a dealer in a town in North Carolina and he said he had at least thirty of them from different dealers in the country.

"I buy one when I'm out riding and I go into a town where they have a Harley dealer."

"You have a sled?"

"A 1975 Fat Boy that I rebuilt and restored."

"I had a 1986 Triumph Bonneville until I got married. Had to sell it because I couldn't afford a scooter and a car and the wife couldn't see going to the grocery store riding on the pillion."

White and green polo shirt joined us and seeing him from the front I remembered his name was Ryan. We sat there and talked bikes, cars and sports for about fifteen minutes until Josie and another girl walked up. Josie didn't look like she had been pulling a train in the parking lot, but maybe she'd been finished long enough to clean up a little and redo her makeup.

"The burgers and dogs on the grill are ready" Josie said, "So if you guys are hungry better get it while it's hot."

We all got up and headed for the food. As I walked along with Josie I wondered how long she had been cheating on me. I'd have to say that Todd and Ryan were right; I was definitely clueless. I'd not ever had any reason to doubt Josie. I thought that she loved me as much as I loved her and that our marriage was rock solid. There could have been a hundred warning signs that Josie was doing something that she shouldn't be doing, but I'd never have noticed them because it would never have occurred to me that she was doing something she shouldn't. But from what I'd heard while sitting on the toilet she was not only doing something that she shouldn't, but had been doing it for some time.

I had to face it. You don't go from loving and faithful wife to pulling trains in a van overnight. You don't go into Thursday night a faithful wife and then suddenly say to your co-workers:

"Let's do something different tonight. Let's go out in Bill's van and I'll fuck all of you. Won't that be fun?"

I had no idea what I was going to do where Josie was concerned, but when I did it I would do it knowing a hell of a lot more that I did right then. What I did know was when. Josie stopped every Thursday evening after work for drinks with her co-workers. Every other night of the week she got home before I did so it had to be on Thursday night or during her working hours. But then I had to stop and rethink that. I bowled on Monday nights so it could happen then. And on a Saturday or a Sunday I sometimes played golf and was gone for up to six hours. Then there was her every other week visit to her hairdresser. Did I really have any idea how long it took her to get her hair done? She was usually gone four or five hours, but did her only take an hour? Or a half an hour? Or did she do her own hair when she showered after being with whomever?

I had done a quick appraisal on both Todd and Ryan while we talked and there was no doubt in my mind that I could take either one of them, but I thought that Ryan would probably be the easiest one to break so Ryan was going to become my font of information.

I managed to get through the rest of the day without letting anyone know that Frank wasn't clueless any more. On the way home Josie asked:

"Did you have a good time today?"

"It wasn't bad." I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye as I said, "It was very informative. I learned a lot about things that I would rather not have known."

I saw her face tighten and then she said with a slight catch in her voice:

"Like what?"

I looked over at her with what I hoped was a blank face and paused a second or so to let her tense up and start to fear the worst and then I said:

"Todd talked me into playing volleyball. It almost killed me. I couldn't believe how out of shape I am. I always thought I was pretty fit. I guess I'm going to have to join a gym and start working out. Maybe start jogging again."

I saw the tenseness leave her body and she said, "You can't be too out of shape. You have more than enough energy to ring my chimes when we go to bed."

"Oh yeah?" I thought. "Then why are you putting out for your co-workers."

We showered when we got home. She went first and when she was done and I was taking my turn and soaping myself I wondered what her excuse would be for not making love that night. I was sure that she wouldn't want me feeling how loose her pussy would be — would have to be — after being gang fucked in the back of Bill's van. I was therefore surprised when I came into the bedroom and found her spread out on the bed naked and waiting.

This presented a problem for me. Our usual love making sessions started with me going down on Josie and then her pulling me into a sixty-nine after which she would indicate what she wanted — missionary, dog fashion or cowgirl — and then when we were done we would cuddle until one of us indicated a desire to go again or we drifted off to sleep. Going down on Josie knowing that she had been gang fucked earlier did not appeal to me, but not doing the usual would tip Josie off that things were not right. I had to keep her thinking that I was still 'Frank the Clueless' until I knew more and was ready to take steps. I convinced myself that she must have cleaned herself out really good when she showered because she wouldn't want me to feel the residue of her lovers. So I sucked it up (no pun intended) and crawled between her legs and started munching.

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