The gate clicked closed behind me and I started walking toward my sister's car. I took a deep breath. The air where I was walking was the same air that was on the other side of the wall, but some how it smelled fresher and sweeter. Marci gave me a hug and said:
"Before I take you home is there anything you want to do? Any place in particular you want to go?"
"Yeah. I guess there is. I'd love to have a cold beer."
"You got it. Bud's Bar do it for you?"
As we drove away from the gray stone walls I thought back to what put me there. It was a divorce. It was a very, very nasty divorce; an event you would never have imagined on that beautiful July day when Amy walked down the aisle toward me on the arm of her father.
Amy and I were a pair since the second grade. There was no doubt in any ones mind that wouldn't end up married. We were forever. It was a storybook romance that was supposed to have a fairytale ending – "and they lived happily ever after" – attached to it. We agreed to wait until after we had graduated college to get married and we also agreed to hold off on having kids until we were thirty. We wanted to go places and do things before we settled down.
It wasn't all 'pure story book' of course. Twice, once in eleventh grade and again in our sophomore year in college, Amy felt that she should know what other guys were like. The period in high school only lasted three weeks. Amy came back and said she was sorry and what she did was dumb."
"I dated five guys and they were all assholes. I had the best and I almost screwed it up."
I was so busy with classes and sports that I gave no thought to going out with other girls.
Both times it hurt, but when she did it again in college I got my back up and said to myself, "Okay! You want to find out about other guys I'll just go out and find out what other girls are like." I quickly found out that a lot of other girls were not as insistent as Amy that they walk down the aisles as virgins.
In a five week period Bev Holbrook relieved me of my virginity, Nancy Neubert introduced me to the joy of blow jobs and Harlena Collins introduced me to anal sex. Pauline French taught me the proper way to eat pussy and then demonstrated how best to do 'sixty-nine' (woman on top according to her). The only fly in the ointment was the thought in the back of my mind that Amy was receiving the same education. It was 'double standard' thinking and I knew it, but I still felt that I should have been the first one to do those things with Amy.
One night, about six weeks after Amy went off to see what other guys were like I came home from class and found Amy sitting on the front porch steps. It was a repeat of the high school episode.
"I had the best all along and didn't realize it. Forgive me?"
I loved her – had loved her damned near forever – so of course I forgave her. We never spoke of what we had done while apart, but when I tried to 'get sexual' with her she told me she wanted to wait until we were married and I didn't push it. Still, it was no surprise to me when she didn't turn out to be a virgin when we went to our marriage bed. I didn't mention it, but I could tell that she was aware that I knew I wasn't her first.
We both found good jobs in our chosen fields and the next four years were pretty good ones. I had to travel some with my job, but it wasn't all that often and the trips were never longer than three days.
It was the day after her twenty-sixth birthday when Amy told me that she was pregnant. I was surprised since we had agreed to wait until we were thirty to start our family. She told me that according to her doctor the drugs she took when she had the flu had negated her birth control pills. Nine months later Brian Louis joined us.
Amy was only off work six weeks. The place she worked had a day care center in the building so she started back to work and took Brian with her. Nine months later she said that now we had started the family she wanted to have the next one so the two would be close together and easier to raise. I didn't much care so I said okay and six weeks later she told me I was going to be a daddy again.
In her eighth month she said that she thought two kids were enough and would I mind if she had her tubes tied. My attitude was that it was her body and if she didn't want to spend nine months walking around pregnant who was I to say she had to. A month later we were blessed with Susan Marie. As with Brian Amy was only off work for six weeks and then she went back to work taking both babies with her.
Over the next six years Amy and I were both promoted twice and we were making pretty good money between us. We seemed to be the perfect couple. We rarely argued over anything and we were still pretty active in the bedroom. We were averaging three times a week which I was led to believe was pretty good when compared to other couple with children married the same length of time. We had similar likes and dislikes, enjoyed going places and doing things with each other and were happy to see each other when we got home from work every day.
But the happy home life/loving couple thing was a lie as I found out one day in July.
I had flown to Denver to visit one of our suppliers and see if I could find out why they were having trouble making their delivery dates. It was scheduled as a three day trip, but when I got there I found that the company had been seized earlier in the day by the IRS for non-payment of payroll taxes. It turned out that the company had been in financial trouble for some time.
I turned around and headed back to the airport and caught the next flight home. It never occurred to me to call Amy and let her know I was coming home early which was a good thing because if I had called I might never have found out what I did.
I got home at five-twenty and Amy wasn't home from work yet. I thought about starting dinner, but then decided to take Amy and the kids out for dinner. I was in the room that we had set up to be a home office when I heard the garage door opener start to run and that told me that Amy was home. By the time I went through all of the motions to save my work and then back out of the computer program I was in Amy was coming into the house. I was just opening the office door when I heard Amy say, "Stop that!" and a man's voice say:
"You don't want me to stop it and you know it. Matter of fact I don't even want to wait until we can get to the bedroom. I think I want to do you over the back of your couch."
"Jesus Hal; you have to be the horniest man I've ever known."
"Yeah sweetie and you love it."
"Well, it is kind of nice. Over the back of the couch? Do I get to take my panties off or are you just going to push them to the side?"
"Take them off. I almost rubbed my dick raw the last time when I just pushed them aside."
"We definitely don't want to hurt your dick."
There was a break in the conversation and then, "Oh yeah! Oh God yes that feels so good" followed by, "You know what I love about you? You are always soaking wet when I slide my cock into your sweet pussy."
"That's because thinking about your cock makes me start to drip."
And then there was the sound of flesh smacking flesh along with all the moans and sounds from Amy that I was so familiar with. Sounds that had me dying inside. I took out my cell phone and set it for taking pictures and then headed toward the living room. I knew who I was going to see when I walked in on them. Hal was Amy's supervisor at work and I'd met him and his wife at Amy's company Christmas parties, picnics and other company social events.
Amy had no way of knowing that I was home. I had dropped my car off at the dealership for a factory recall on the brakes on my way to the airport and it wouldn't be ready until the next day so I had cabbed home from the airport. They were going to be very surprised when I walked in on them.
I got five good pictures of them before they realized that I was in the room and I got three more as they frantically pulled apart. I dropped my phone into my pocket and headed for Hal. He read what I planned to do on my face and unfortunately, at least from my standpoint, I wasn't between him and the door. Fortunately, at least for him, he hadn't taken off his pants to fuck Amy and instead had just unzipped, taken it out and shoved it in her. Thus he was able to turn and race for the door before I could get to him. I still might have gotten my hands on him, but as I went by Amy she stuck out her foot and tripped me. By the time I regained my balance Hal was out the door and gone.
I turned and walked past Amy into the kitchen and got the phone book out of the cupboard where we kept it and paged through it until I came to Harold Bartram. I picked up the phone and was punching numbers into it when Amy walked into the room and asked:
"What are you doing?"
"Calling Janet Bartram so I can share the news with her."
Amy hurried over and pulled the phone cord out of the wall socket as she said:
"Don't do that. You will just cause problems."
"You don't think that we don't already have problems?"
"I mean between Hal and Janet."
"It is okay for Hal to fuck up my life, but I have to be careful to not fuck up his?"
"It isn't that. There is no need to hurt Janet. She is an innocent party here."
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