Thanks to the Hip and Knee doctor for editing assistance.
I was married for eighteen years and I still didn't know my wife. I guess it was my fault for not trying harder. We seemed to get along fine, but there was no real connection. I never felt that she was the love of my life, and I got this feeling that it was reciprocal, but we were compatible enough to have had three teenaged kids.
I worked in a major auto insurance company claims department. It was an office job with nice benefits. In three years, I would have vested retirement benefits. We owned our own home, but the mortgage was more than the present appraised value.
Noreen was a good spouse in all of the usual ways. Because of the three kids, she was a stay-at-home wife. The house was always clean, the clothes washed and ironed, and the meals cooked superbly. All of the house work must have been good exercise because she still had the same fine figure she had when we met in high school. Neither one of us was interested in college. We married a year after I joined National Consolidated Insurance.
Noreen wanted to get away from her parents and be on her own. I wanted regular sex. Since we were comfortable with each other, it seemed like a good match. Unfortunately, there was no mad, passionate, storybook romance involved. The sex was always good. Up until now, I never felt that there were any problems between us, especially in that area. I guess I was wrong.
It started at one of those God-awful company parties. I didn't dance, but Noreen did. I had no trouble allowing her full freedom, just so that she wouldn't bother me. I spent the evening sitting with a few of the other non-dancing spouses. The unmarried guys kept the wives and single girls busy on the dance floor most of the night. The only problem seemed to be that she danced more times with Dirk Franklin than I felt was necessary. He was a good dancer, but he was also a player with a big mouth. Several times during the night, I would lose track of Noreen for a few moments, but she always showed up again.
It was not a real fun night for me, but that was the sacrifice that I made so that my wife could kick up her heels a little. The best part was the sex when we got home. A little bit of booze made a big difference in her bedroom performance. It made the time at the gathering more tolerable. That night was especially good.
Monday morning at work, washed it all away. The first few hours were fine, but then I started to notice that several of the guys were glancing my way, and some were snickering. I paid a little more attention and discovered that Dirk was freely chatting about his recent conquest. Twice he looked my way and smiled, or should I say smirked at me. Dirk and I are not that close. I don't like the guy and I didn't appreciate what he was doing.
It was just before lunch when I got to corner one of my more trusted co-workers in the copy room.
"Barry, what the hell is going on with Dirk? If that son-of-a-bitch grins at me one more time I am going to clock him."
"I'm not sure if it is true or not, John, but he is bragging to everyone that he hooked up with Noreen on Saturday night."
"That's bullshit. There is no way that Noreen would let him get near her."
"That's what I thought, but he has a pair of panties that he claims are hers. He is showing them to all the guys and even letting them sniff them."
"How would he get her panties? It doesn't make sense."
"John, he claims that she gave them to him after he did her in one of the hotel conference rooms."
"Did you see them?"
"Yeah. They were silk. Grey or silver color."
"Thanks Barry. Don't say anything to anyone. I owe you one."
If Barry had said the panties were red or black, I would have just laughed it off, but I had been there when Noreen got dressed for the party. She put on her favorite silver, silk lingerie set. I got the bra and panties for her, on Valentine's day this year.
About twenty minutes later, I noticed Dirk heading towards the men's room. He had a lot of coffee this morning. I was right behind him.
I wasn't big on playground talk. There was no way that I was going to confront Dirk and ask him, or tell him to stop spreading lies about my wife. For one reason, I was no longer sure that they were lies. If I did confront him, it would probably put him on his guard. I didn't want that.
The simplest way to approach the problem would be to slam his head into the tile wall in front of the urinal. Because I was a gentleman, I waited until he was done and then slammed my fist square into his nose, as soon as he turned around. Something made a popping noise and I got blood all over my shirt. That pissed me off, so I hit him again while he was bent over, holding his nose.
Dirk was a big guy, but he offered no resistance and made no attempt to defend himself or to fight back. I found the pair of silk panties in his pocket and gave him two hefty kicks to the crotch area. I noticed that he was throwing up as I left the lavatory.
I left for an early lunch and when I returned, I found out that my employment with National Consolidated Insurance had been terminated. Dirk had been taken to the hospital. It took them less than twenty minutes to finish the outprocessing, and I was history.
Today was grocery day. I was sitting at the kitchen table when Noreen pulled into the garage. I looked up as she walked into the kitchen with several grocery bags.
"Hi, Honey. What are you doing home in the middle of the day? Are you sick or something?" I didn't answer as she placed the plastic sacks on the countertop. "Do you want to help me get the rest of this stuff in?"
I still did not reply, so she went back into the garage. She returned with six more bags, but did not say anything as she set them at the end of the table.
"Something is wrong, John. I can tell. Why are you home?" She started to empty the bags as she talked.
"I got fired."
"That doesn't make sense. Why would they fire you?"
I sat there trying to figure out how to open the conversation. It is not a strong point with me. Finally, I just tossed the panties across the table to her.
"Oh, God no!" Noreen sat down as soon as she saw them and put both of her hands to her head. "No! No! No! This is not happening." I watched my wife start to cry. Not a whimper or a wailing, but something in between.
"They are covered in dried cum. Can you explain that to me?"
The intensity of the crying seemed to increase after my question. She put her head down on the table and all I could hear was her quietly mumbling over and over: "No! No! No!"
I waited patiently for almost a minute. My wife made an attempt to wipe the tears from her face and then looked at me.
"I am sorry, John. Really sorry. It was a mistake. I had too much to drink and I made a mistake."
"Bullshit. You weren't that drunk. You knew exactly what you were doing, didn't you?"
"No, John. You have to believe me. It was a mistake: a bad mistake. There is nothing between Dirk and me. Honest. I am really, really sorry."
"If it was a mistake, why didn't you tell me about it when it happened?"
"I didn't want you to find out. I didn't want to hurt you."
"If you didn't want me to find out, why did you have to do it with the biggest blabbermouth in the whole company?"
"He promised not to say anything to anybody."
"Boy, are you stupid. He was letting every guy in the building sniff your panties this morning. Why were you dumb enough to let him have them?"
"I didn't let him have them. I gave them to him so that he could throw them away. I had used them to wipe myself and couldn't put them back on."
"What were you wiping, Noreen? Why did you use a pair of thirty dollar panties to clean yourself?"
"John. I am sorry. It never should have happened."
"Do you mean that I never should have found out about it, or that you never should have done it?"
"Both. Damn it. I screwed up, John. What do you want me to say?"
"What were you wiping, Noreen? You never answered me."
"He didn't have a condom. He came in me. I had to clean it up and the panties were the only thing that was handy."
"That's just swell. How am I supposed to react to that? Do you really expect me to say that I forgive you?"
"How about a reason? Can you give me a reason why you did it, and don't give that bullshit about being drunk? I don't buy that for a minute."
"No. I wasn't that drunk. Dirk and I were having a good time all evening. He is a good dancer and a lot of fun. He knows the right things to say to a girl: things that make you feel good about yourself."
"So the two of you just wandered off to one of the empty conference rooms and made mad, passionate love?"
"No. It wasn't like that."
"How was it?"
"Don't make me do this, John. Don't make me talk about it."
"Did you blow him, Noreen? Did you suck his cock?"
"No, damn it. No. He pulled down my panties and bent me over one of the tables. He was inside of me less than a minute and then he came. I didn't get a thing out of it. He poked me and it was over, just like that. It took me longer to clean myself up."
"That is what you have me for, isn't it?"
"What do you mean?"
"You know damn well what I mean. What is the first thing that you did when we got home? Tell me, Noreen. What did you get me to do when we got to the bedroom?"
"No, John. That had nothing to do with what Dirk and I did. Honest."
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