"I've got a date," she said.
"A date? Where are we going?" I said.
"Not we honey, just me. Don't wait up," she said.
"Huh? What? What are you talking about?" I said. She put on her most exasperated look, and leaned back against her vanity. I must have looked the total wimp to her as she prepared to unload on me.
"I'm going on a date. I have a date with a man. He will buy me drinks and dinner and maybe take me dancing. After that he will get us a hotel room and do me. Then, I will come home to you, and you will get to have me if you want; I mean if you don't mind sloppy seconds. Actually, the fact is you don't mind them, and I know that for a fact," she said.
"What? Know what for a fact?" I said.
"Mike, you've been getting them for the past four years. The only reason I am up and telling you now is because it has been a pain in the ass trying to keep my little secret. But, don't be concerned. It'll be all right. None of my little flings are a threat to you, none of them. And none of the men I've let do me are anywhere near as good husband material as you are," she said.
"Well Mike," there was that exasperated tone again, "they have one edge on you. Bedroom skills and in most cases dick size. I don't want to hurt or upset you, but you are kinda lacking in those areas. And, those areas are important to a woman. Not as important as the things you do for me, but important. So, anyway, now you know. I really hope you'll be able to get your head around the fact that it will make no difference between us, nor will it in anyway lessen the sex or the lovin' you'll be getting from me as you always have," she said. "So, tonight, just relax, and get some sleep. Tomorrow we'll talk if you want. But, I have to go, or I'm going to be late," she said. She was on me in a trice planting a kiss on my cheek as she ran out; I wiped it off with the back of my hand; I don't think she saw me do it.
I stood there stunned, as I heard her car fire up. There would be no talking to her tomorrow, or likely any time. Maybe in court, but nowhere else.
I got my old navy trunk out of the attic and cleaned it up. It would hold most of the stuff I would need for the foreseeable future. I was gone an hour after she was.
I didn't know what she expected, but me putting up with her ultimatums was not gonna happen.
I guess now would be the time to introduce us. I'm Mike Covington, my wife Lily Covington, nee Martin and I have been married for the past six years. She's thirty-one, and I'm thirty-three.
Lily is a doll: Five eight, one-twenty, flowing tawny locks, 34Bs, and legs that seem meant for the Rockettes. Oh, and she's quite evidently a whore and an arrogant one.
Me, to carry out the thought: five-nine, one-forty, still have eighty percent of my black hair, and a pretty good build except for a slight paunch that I am fighting tooth and nail.
I hefted the trunk and the two small tube bags into the back of my pickup, and headed out. I didn't have a clue where I was headed, but it was going to be away from her. Six years, six years we'd been married and for four of them I'd been a cuckold, an unknowing one, but a cuckold nonetheless. I wondered how many others knew. Likely all of her friends knew. Lily was nothing if not a status bitch. With her it was never a matter of keeping up with the Jones. No indeed, with her it was a matter of her wondering why the Jones were taking so long to catch up with her.
I Pulled into to the Starlight Motor Lodge; well, it had the virtue of being in the right place at the right time: it was across the street from where I was filling up with gas. And, there was a bar next to the gas station that I was doing my filling up at, The Lamplighter Lounge.
Ten minutes after deciding to spend at least the night at the motel, I was registered and sacked out on the lumpy bed.
"You want me to go in with you. You know in case he tries to be macho with you?" said the tall black man as he helped her out of the car. It was 3:00AM. She laughed.
"My Michael get rough with me? That'll be the day," she said. "Anyway, Lester, no I don't need any protection, in fact the only thing I don't want to have happen is for him see you with me. I kinda rubbed his nose in it this evening. Thinking about it now, that was a mistake; I know I hurt him. I didn't need to do that. I really didn't need to do that. Anyway, I'm probably going to have to eat a little crow in the morning for that little faux pas. But, there's no danger, not from Mikey Covington; he's a teddy bear."
"Okay, Lil, if you say so. We still on for Friday night?" said Lester Boyer. She smiled at him. Kissed him lightly on the lips, and headed inside as he drove off.
It was a quarter past three in the morning and my damn phone was ringing. It had taken me two hours according to my cell to get to sleep and now I was being rudely awakened from that delicious state. Then, it hit me. It had to be her. I answered it.
"Hello?" I said.
"Where are you Michael? I'm worried about you," she said.
"Well, if it isn't my used to be wife. I'm shacked up at a motel. I'll be looking for a better place tomorrow, but as for that; it's no longer any of your business," I said. Your relationship with me ended at 6:40 this evening—oh wait—I mean yesterday evening now I guess. I'll be seeing a lawyer in the morning. You might wanna get one of your own at some point."
"Michael! Shut the fuck up about lawyers and all of that. We're not divorcing, and you're coming home right now. Am I understood?" she said.
"Oh you're understood right enough, lady, but you are not gonna be obeyed. I'll miss what we had. Well, I'll miss what I thought, what I imagined, we had. I won't miss being married to the village whore. That's for damn sure," I said.
"Mikey, why are you being so cruel?"
"Look, Lily I'm tired as I'm sure you are; I mean fucking has to be tiring when you do it as much as I'm sure you've been doing it. Right? I'm going to bed. You get some sleep too. Yuh hear?" I hung up on her. She didn't call back. It turned out she didn't have to. She was knocking on my motel room door at 7:35AM.
I couldn't believe it. Less than four hours and she'd found me. "What are you doing here, Lily, and how did you find me?" I said.
"I'm here to talk and to take you home. And as for how did I find you, the guy I was out with last night is a cop. He has resources," she said.
"Figures," I said. "Look, Lily, we're done. After the way you talked to me and treated me last night, not to mention the fact that you have been making me a laughing stock and a cuckold for the past several years; well, surely you can't imagine that I would lower myself to stay with you. No chance," I said, "none."
She was past me before I could stop her. She took a seat on the bed, and waited for me to shut the door. Well, I supposed that's what she was waiting for. I did, I shut it.
"Mikey, I am very sorry for the way I treated you last night. After I had a chance to think about it, I realized that I had been unnecessarily cruel saying the things I did. I am here to eat a truck load of crow for those words and I mean it," she said.
"Too little too late, Lily. You can't unsay those words any more than I can unhear them. You telling me I was no good in bed was something I will never forget—never! No, there is nothing left for us now. Nothing," I said. She went pensive for a moment. Then she rolled out what I'm sure she thought were her big guns.
"Okay, Mikey, how about this. I give up the men, and we start over, start fresh," she said. She'd stopped me momentarily with that one.
"And why in the world would I, could I, believe anything you say?" I said. "No, let me answer my own question. There is no possible way."
"Mikey, Mikey, Mikey you know you can't live without me. And, in case you're interested I can't live without you. Yes, it's true you aren't much in the sack; but, you're not disgusting. I can deal with your inadequacies," she said.
"Fuck! I said. "You just can't stop killing me with your words can you, Lily. Well, fuck you! Now get out. I'm going back to bed." I went back to the door, opened it and waited for her to get the fuck out, so I could cry myself back to sleep.
She started to laugh. "Just kidding, just kidding. I didn't mean it. The fact is Mikey, I like it when you make love to me. It is so cute when try to please me. You get so desperate sometimes trying to get me off. That's why I never deny you sex: because you amuse me."
"Fuck! Are you nuts! Amuse you! Like I said, get the fuck out. Oh wait, where's my manners? Please! get the fuck out! Okay?" I said.
"No, it's not okay, Mikey I need you; I need you for what you do for me. I'm not going anywhere until you agree to come home. Come on now, come home and make love to me. No, I mean let me make love to you, make it up to you. I was a shit last night. And, I shouldn't have been kidding you just now either. I guess I really didn't realize how much I dented your ego," she said. "Mikey, really, I'm sorry about that. Honestly.
"Really, all of those macho big guys, with their king sized dicks, touch me in places you just can't. But, that said, none of them amuse me. None of them make me feel safe and loved. And, you're as good as any of them with your mouth, especially when you lick my anus. God! how I do love that."
I was staring at her. "Amuse you? Desperately 'try' to please you? Your anus! Jesus, will you please get the fuck out of here! Get out!" I said. She sighed
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