Happy New Year. This one's a bit different. So many of the you have asked for a story where it's not the wife who cheats. Okay here it is.SS06
Christmas had been a nightmare as usual. I awoke the following day and went into the bathroom while Ted continued to snore.
Our argument yesterday had been even worse than normal. Ted had screamed and cursed at me in front of our parents. I guess I knew it was bad when I'd done it but there are times when you have to take a risk for the ones you love.
I'd hoped that Ted wouldn't discover what I'd done until Christmas was over. Or maybe he'd forgive me when he figured out why I'd done it.
I was wrong. Ted's parents had arrived to spend Christmas with us just after lunch. My parents got here soon afterwards. Ted was still asleep when they arrived.
I'd explained to both sets of parents that Ted was tired from working all day on Christmas Eve. Unfortunately, Ted's dad had run into him the previous day and looked at me strangely but didn't say anything. He later let me know that he'd seen his son stumbling out of a bar, already drunk at noon on Christmas Eve.
Ted soon awakened, still drunk as a skunk and angry as hell. To my horror, he stomped past our parents with barely a word and headed straight for the coffee can that we kept our savings in.
When he noticed that most of the money we'd both saved was gone, he went berserk.
"You stupid bitch," he sneered. "Where's my fucking money?"
"Ted, I'm sorry," I said. "You knew our parents were coming for Christmas. I had to buy a turkey and some food for Christmas dinner."
"No, you fucking didn't," he said. "They could have ate what was already here. And you didn't spend all of that money on food. You're stupid but not that stupid. Gimme the rest back."
"I bought Bobby one toy, Ted. You did want your only child to have SOMETHING for Christmas didn't you?"
"His grandparents will get him something," he said. "Where's my money?"
"Ted, it was our money," I said. "More than half of it was the money that my parents gave me for Christmas. Some of it was also my tip money from work."
"So just what the fuck are you trying to say?" he asked. By then both sets of our parents, who'd been trying to stay out of it, came into the room.
"Ted, it was our money, not just yours," I said in a very quiet voice.
Before I could react everything went black for a second. It was that fast. Ted's dad ran into the room and grabbed him. My dad got between Ted and I. Ted shook his father off, like a dog shaking off water.
Both of our dads were normal sized men, Ted is pretty big and very strong.
"I'm the man around here," he screamed. "That means I'm in charge of OUR money. YOU do not touch OUR money without asking me first. How the fuck am I supposed to buy beer now? There's barely enough left here for a six-pack."
Then he turned and stormed out of the room.
"Ted God damn it, come back here," shouted his father. "You can't treat your wife like that."
"You know what Dad?" he said. "I should have figured that you'd be on her side. Did you even bother to listen to what she did? You just take her side no matter what don't you. I'm out of here."
Then Ted grabbed his coat and walked out of the house. My mom and Ted's mother helped me up. My mom got some ice to put on my face. It had already started to swell. Ted's mom checked on the turkey, she basted it and then turned back to us. The look on her face broadcast her concern.
"Don't worry," I said. "It's really not his fault. He's been working a lot of extra hours. A lot of the time he's just so tired that it makes him cranky."
They all looked at me as if I was touched in the head.
"You know," I said. "It really wasn't supposed to be this way. Ted was supposed to be playing pro football by now. But things will look up for us. We just have to stay together and keep trying."
"Look Honey," said my father in law. "I know you love my son. God knows why, but I can't figure it out. But you don't have to make excuses for him. And you also don't have to put up with his shit. If he ever hits you again, call the police and come and stay with us. And realistically, that football thing was just a dream you guys had back in high school. Ted was a great high school football player but he was barely average on the college level. So there's no way he was ever going to make the pros."
"He only got a partial scholarship to college, Honey. Do you remember how his expenses got paid?"
I nodded my head. I remembered very well.
"I do," he continued. "You gave up your own chance to go to college and got a job as a waitress, to support him. Most guys would have busted their asses either on the football field or in class. But Ted flunked nearly all of his classes and still ended up getting cut from the team. Ted has never worked hard at anything in his life. He still has that high school mentality. He still sees it like since he's a big, good looking guy, life owes him something." He shook his head again and looked at me.
"I'm his father. I've known that boy since before he was born. You deserve better. My grandson deserves better."
"Just give him some time," I said. "He'll surprise all of us."
"That's just what I'm afraid of," he said.
I got the dads to sit down and watch TV. They watched my son playing contentedly on the floor with his new toy car.
"Bobby, what kind of car is that," asked my dad.
"Muttang," said Bobby excitedly. "Vroom!"
"You mean, Mustang," said Ted's dad.
"S'what I said, Poppa," said Bobby. "Muttang!"
Ted's dad came over to me again. "Bonnie, what else did he get for Christmas? He doesn't put that car down. Doesn't he like his other things?"
I looked down and tears rolled down my cheeks. I put the knife that I'd been peeling the potatoes with down and turned away. When the salty tears hit the still raw bruise where Ted had hit me, it started to throb again.
Ted's mom came over and hugged me. "Steve, she was fine. Why do you always have to stir shit up?"
"Jeez, Cindy," he said. "All I did was asked her a question. He's my God damned grandson. I'm supposed to try and find out about him. I care about him too. I'm sorry. I'm sorry Bonnie. I didn't mean anything by it."
He left the kitchen and as he hit the living room, I saw him gesture to my dad. A few minutes later I heard, "We'll be back," then the sound of the front door closing.
Ted left the house and got into his 20 year old Honda. He drove down the street and turned left when he hit the corner. He drove one block and then turned left again. He parked in the lot of the strip mall around the corner from his house and walked halfway down the street. He quickly ran through the front yard of the vacant house in the middle of the block. He leaped and vaulted over the fence in the backyard of that house into the yard of the house behind it. He pulled out his cheap pay as you go cell phone and dialed a number.
The phone rang three times before it was answered. "Where the fuck are you?" asked a feminine voice on the other end.
"I'm in your backyard baby," he said. "Open the door and let me in."
Ted waited nervously on the back porch. He had to be very careful because his parents were at his house and you never knew what old people would do. The house that he was visiting was right across the street from his own.
After a few moments that seemed like hours, the door opened and Ted rushed inside.
"Shit it's cold out there," he said.
"But it's warm in here, baby," said the woman.
Ted had known Francine for what seemed like most of his life. She and Bonnie had been inseparable growing up. If you saw one of them you saw the other. She'd even tagged along on some of Ted and Bonnie's dates, but Ted never paid her any attention. She wasn't nearly as attractive as Bonnie.
Years later, after Ted and Bonnie married and settled down; Ted and Francine began to notice each other. It was awkward because Francine was still his wife's best friend.
After Francine's divorce, her second, the attraction between Ted and Francine heated up, only Bonnie knew nothing about it.
Francine was about five feet-two inches tall. She was just slightly chunky and gaining. Her hair was cut in a short page boy style. She was wearing a long robe.
She had a gift wrapped box in one hand.
"I got you two presents," she said. "Which one do you want to open first?"
"I only see one box," gushed Ted.
Francine opened the robe and let it fall to the floor. Under the robe she was naked except for a bow stuck just above her shaven pussy. "Here's the second box," she said.
"I know what's in that one," he said. "It's something I can eat. What's in the second one?"
Francine handed Ted the box and he ripped the wrapping off of it and tore open the box. Inside was a Jack Daniels Gift bottle. "Ooh something I can drink," he said. "They'll go together perfectly."
He opened the whiskey and took a pull straight from the bottle. With his other hand he grabbed Francine roughly and pulled her to him. He pushed her back onto her couch where she eagerly spread her legs and he took one swipe across her pussy with his rough tongue. Francine lost her mind as the pleasure hit her.
"Baby, this is just what I need," he said. "You wouldn't believe how much bullshit I had to put up with this morning. Your fucking friend overstepped her place. I had to remind her of it."
"What do you mean Ted?" asked Francine.
"I didn't hurt her," he said. "But I did have to give her a little smack."
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