I was just carrying the last of my things into Sarah's bedroom when I heard the garage door opener start to run. I glanced at my watch and saw that it was only ten-thirty and I thought "That sure didn't take long. Only three and a half hours to wreck a marriage that had lasted twenty-three years. Actually, it had taken less than five minutes.
I heard the door from the garage into the utility room open and then close and then I heard her high heels clicking across the tiled kitchen floor and then across the hardwood floor to the stairs. The heels made no noise on the carpeted steps, but I could still hear her coming.
As she made her way to what used to be our bedroom she had to pass the open door to Sarah's room and she noticed the light on and stopped to look in. She saw me putting my socks in the top drawer of the dresser and said:
"What are you doing Rob?"
"Putting my stuff away."
"Putting your stuff away? Why are you putting your stuff in Sarah's dresser?"
"It's my dresser now Beverly. This is my room now. At least it is until I can figure out what I want to do and where I want to move to."
"Move to? Have you lost your mind Rob?"
"No Beverly; that is what you did about four hours ago."
I thought back to almost four hours ago when I'd come home from work to find my Bev in her 'little black dress' and her sexiest high heels. I took in her get up and asked:
"What's up? I don't remember anything about us going somewhere. What did I forget?"
"You didn't forget anything. I'm going out. Your dinner is in the microwave. Just punch in three minutes."
"You are going out? Dressed like that?"
"What's wrong with the way I'm dressed?"
"That's how you dress when you expect that we will end up in bed making whoopee."
"I just wanted to look nice."
"Where are you going that you want to look that nice?"
"I'm just going to have dinner with a friend."
"You don't know him."
"Him? Him? What the hell is going on here Bev? Why are you going out to dinner with a 'him' looking like that?"
"I didn't dress sexy. I just wanted to look nice."
"Look nice for him? What the fuck is going on here Beverly?"
"It's nothing Rob. One of the guys in the office asked me to have dinner with him and he is a nice guy so I thought it might be fun."
"Let me get this straight. A man you work with – a man who presumably knows that you are married – asked you to go out with him and you said yes? And you put on one of your sexiest outfits to wear when you go out with him?"
"Oh for God's sake Rob; its only dinner and maybe a few drinks."
"No Beverly; it isn't just dinner. It is a date with another man. A date with a man who knows that you are married. A date with a man who is thinking that a married woman willing to date is going to be an easy conquest and you dressing sexy is going to make him think that he is right."
"Damn it Rob; you are making this sound like I'm planning on cheating on you."
"Why wouldn't I think that? The way you are dressed for your date leads me to believe that you are considering doing just that. The fact that you are going out with another man leads me to believe that."
"Are you saying that you don't trust me?"
"I guess that is just what I'm saying."
"I have never given you a reason not to trust me."
"You are a grown woman Beverly and I don't own you. I can not tell you what you can and can't do, but I can say that I am absolutely against it and if you do it there will be consequences."
"Get a grip Rob; it is just dinner with a friend."
"I've said my piece Beverly. It is up to you now."
I walked away from her and went into the den and put my briefcase on my desk. I hung my suit coat on the clothes tree and was on my way back to the kitchen when I heard the garage door start to operate. I shrugged, looked into the microwave and decided that what was in didn't look all that appetizing. I grabbed my car keys and headed out.
I had dinner at a Burger King and then I hit Home Depot on my way home and bought a lock set. When I got home I had to decide which room I wanted to move into. Billy was in the Navy and wouldn't be coming home until the cruise he was on was over and he could come home on leave. Sarah was married and would only be using her room when she and her husband came to visit and that only happened once or twice a year and always after plenty of notice so Sarah's room was my choice. By eight I had the lock set installed and had started moving my stuff.
Bev stood there watching me as I put the last of my socks in the drawer and then closed it.
"You are being stupid Rob. You are acting like a baby over nothing."
I was more that a little pissed with her so I decided to screw with her. I lied and said:
"Nothing? That's not the way I heard it. At least one person we know saw you with your date and called me. She said she was sorry to hear that we had broken up and I told her we hadn't and then asked her why she thought that we had. She said she saw you with another man holding hands and looking all dreamy eyed."
Bev didn't react with "That's a damned lie" so I went on:
"You should have at least touched up your lipstick before coming home and letting me see you. Now if you don't mind it is late and I need to get to bed."
I closed the door in her face, tripped the lock and went to bed.
I couldn't believe that he closed the door in my face. That was so not Rob. The man did not have a rude bone in his body so why had he done it? I may have badly misjudged things.
My Rob was not acting at all the way he was supposed to. He never fought me over what I did or wanted to do. That was one of the reasons I selected him to be my husband. God knows that I had plenty of other applicants for the position and quite frankly many of them were much better equipped than Rob, but I could tell that I wouldn't be able to control them after we got married.
Rob, while not overly well endowed, had enough to do an adequate job in the bedroom and he did have an added plus in that he did seem to really like eating my pussy. Another benefit was that he didn't get all bent out of shape when I wouldn't let him cum in my mouth. I swallowed for most of the rest of the guys I let bed me, but that was mostly because they were insistent on it and if they had any size to them I gave in so they would come back. I didn't dislike the taste of cum – in fact I really liked the taste – but it was a matter of control, By being able to refuse I was left with the feeling of being in charge and that was important to me.
The same thing went for my ass. Most of my lovers liked my ass and I enjoyed them playing there, but Rob never pushed when I told him no and I like that about him. It told me that I could be the one in charge and that Rob would go along with it.
I wasn't surprised when Rob asked me to marry him and I had pretty much already decided to lead him into doing just that when he did it on his own. I didn't say yes right away – the control thing again – and I planned on making him sweat a little before giving him the good news, but then Billy Neubert and Harry Short fucked that up for me. I was upstairs in a bedroom at a frat house with them and Billy was deep in my pussy while Harry was banging my ass when Harry said (as if I weren't even there):
"We need another cock for her so we can make her airtight" and Billy said (again – as if I weren't even there) "Lets get a bunch of guys together and gangbang her tomorrow."
"Hell of an idea. Who can we get?"
"I know Sam wants a piece of her and I'll bet Frank, Joe, Larry and Stan would want in on it."
"Go ahead and set it up."
I should have protested, but they wouldn't have listened. Between them they had twenty-one inches of cock that they knew I couldn't say no to so they were sure that I would go along with whatever they wanted. At that particular moment, given all the orgasms I was having, I probably would have agreed except for one thing. Rob!
Word seemed to get around about girls who pulled trains in frat houses and the last thing I needed was for Rob to find out about me and the extra boyfriends that he knew nothing about. I had to keep Billy and Harry from going out and asking a bunch of guys to gang fuck me. It also convinced me that I'd better lock Rob in sooner rather than later.
Three hours later when neither Harry nor Billy could answer the call any more I thanked them for a marvelous evening (and Oh God was it!) and then told them I wouldn't be seeing them any more. They did not take it well, but so what! I called Rob as soon as I left the frat house and told him that yes, I would marry him.
After accepting Rob's proposal I was a good girl. Well, as good as I was capable of being. I only did a half a dozen guys, but I was very selective and only did the deed with the ones I knew would keep their mouths shut. I mean I was single and a girl needs to have her fun before she settles down right? However I doubted that Rob would see it that way.
I fully expected that the stripper at my bachelorette party was the last guy, except for Rob, that I would ever screw because I really did plan to honor my vows once I said "I do" and became Rob's wife. However, being the girl I was I did backslide a few times, but by and large I was a good girl. They were mostly one night stands when Rob was out of town on business although one was a pretty hot affair that lasted almost a year and I was pretty sure that Sarah was the product of it. Not that I ever let Gary know about it of course.
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