Chapter 4

While I was on maternity leave, Rob finished his Business Degree and had just turned twenty years old. I was so proud. They had made him Assistant Store Manager.

I breast fed for six months then switched over to formula. Trying to pump at work was just too much of a hassle. By the time Little Rob turned one year old, I had pretty much returned to my old self. But for some reason, I still saw my body as that baby bloated woman everytime I looked in the mirror even though my formerly pregnant body had returned to normal as well as my libido. Rob’s penis was getting some much needed R&R. I was now thirty-seven years old and wondering if I was still desirable. Of course Rob told me everyday how beautiful I was but somehow it didn’t seem to be enough.

The business required that I begin traveling again. Not as much as before but still it caused me to be away from my son snd husband. The events and business galas were also becoming important again. Luckily we had family baby sitters in our parents who were only too glad to spend time with their grandson.

Rob began attending some of these functions with me. Thus, the trouble began. I was networking with many of my old contacts some of who also were former casual and occasional dates back in the day. When Rob accompanied me, it was assumed that he was my boy Friday, and to my shame, I did nothing to change that notion. Matter of fact, when I introduced him, I just said this is Rob Cohen as I still used Bishop as my professional name by which most of my colleagues knew me. Was I unintentionally not giving my husband the respect he’s due? It would seem so.

Three years into our marriage, I had just turned forty and Rob was twenty-three that it dawned on me that the age difference was now becoming a factor in our life. I had men flirting with me and I found myself accepting their attention. These men were closer to my age at these gatherings and I had more in common with them when it came to life experiences, business and acquaintances.

I still loved Rob unconditionally and stepping out on him never crossed my mind but I found myself needing confirmation that I was still desirable by others. I was just too wrapped up in myself to realize I was leaving the man I loved behind. It did not go unnoticed.

Rob and I were invited to a formal event. I was dressed in a backless blue formal gown. The neck line formed a V between my breasts that left little to the imagination from a side view. A bra or panties was not necessary with this dress. I wore stay up seamed stockings and a tiny thong so no panty lines would show. Rob was awed by the vision in front of him as I stepped out of our bedroom and placed a barely there thinly strapped heeled foot in front of him.

I placed my foot on his knee and said, “Honey, would you buckle the ankle strap. He ran his fingers over my perfectly pedicured silk stocking clad, red polished toes to my ankle where he buckled the strap. Then I felt his hand caress my leg above my stocking top to my bare thigh. I was getting wet as his fingers roamed my thinly clad pussy.

I said, “Rob, STOP! We don’t have much time.”

I gasped as his fingers grazed my puffy labia. That’s when he took command. He pushed my dress up to my waist, unzipped his pants and took out his cock. With my heels on, we were at the perfect height and angle for him to enter me standing up. He moved my thong to the side and pushed his steel hard cock into me from behind causing me to hold on to the chair. My husband fucked me with abandon.

I moaned, “Rob, Honey! Please! Oh God! You’re going to make me cum! OH GOD! OH FUCK, BABY! OHHHHHHHHHH!! YES, YES! I’M CUMMIMGGGGGG!”

Just as I was coming down from my orgasm, Rob let go with a huge orgasm squirting volley after volley of cum into me. I felt every spasm of his penis as he filled me. He just kept pumping and pumping his warm semen into my womb. As we both relaxed, I snapped at him.

I snapped, “What did you do that for? Now I’m not going to be fresh with your cum running down my leg all night. I smell like sex. Jesus, Rob. Grow up! You’re acting like a sex crazed teenager.”

I put my hand over my mouth realizing the venom I had just spewed at him. He just looked at me like I had slapped him.

Not a word was spoken on the drive to the venue. I kept a light day pad over my leaking pussy occasionally wiping with a towelette. As soon as we arrived, I rushed into the bathroom to try to clean up some more. I couldn’t see it then but my perfect world had started to crumble.

I avoided Rob the whole evening. I mingled with some colleagues and business friends while having a few glasses of wine ... well maybe more than a few. Next thing I knew I was dancing with Alex Norman, a guy I had formerly dated. Rob came out and tried to cut in.

Rob said, “You mind if I cut in and dance with my wife?”

Alex laughed out loud and said, “Your Wife? This gorgeous woman isn’t married. Beat it, Kid!”

I said, “I’ll see you in a bit, Rob” and blew him off.

Alex led me to a more secluded spot where we danced. I felt his erection through his pants. My stocking tops and inner thighs were soaked with Rob’s semen. Suddenly, Alex reached inside my low cut dress and cupped my breast, pinching my nipple. The wine had smoked my inhibitions. My hand brushed his girth through his pants leg. I moaned as he gently massaged my nipple with his other hand on my ass. I looked over and saw Rob watching us not not more than a few feet away. That’s when I knew I had crossed that line. I pushed Alex away leaving my bare nipple exposed for anyone to see that happened to be watching. I hurriedly covered myself up with my dress but my nipple’s erect state made a distinct point from inside.

Alex said, “I thought I told you to Beat It, Kid. Do I have to throw you out? She’s mine for the night. Eat your heart out.”

Rob had rage in his eyes. Alex walked over to Rob intending to make good his threat. Instead, Rob punched Alex in the face and kneed him in the groin causing him to fold on the floor.

Rob sadly looked at me and said, “I’ll be gone by the time you are done with your friend. I thought we had it all, Jenna. Guess everyone was right and I am just a naive kid out of his league. Good Bye.”

Rob hurriedly walked away. I left Alex writhing on the floor holding his crotch as I began looking for Rob. That’s when I saw my mom headed my way. The look on her face was not good.

She stopped in front of me and slapped me.

My mom said, “I saw what was going on. I hope you’re satisfied. You most likely just lost your husband. For what? I saw the look on his face. That young man adores you and you broke his heart in a very public way but you’ve been doing that for awhile now, haven’t you. I’m ashamed of you, Jenna. If he leaves you, you deserve it.”

I went to the bathroom to try to wash my face. Alex’s balls had apparently recovered enough to continue his pursuit. He had gotten up and followed me to the restroom.

Alex said, “That kid sucker punched me. Jenna, are we on for the night. You got me so hard on the dance floor and then that kid kicked me.”

I turned and kicked him square in the balls again. I winced as I realized I had on sandals that left my foot and toes exposed. Three covered nothing and I may have broken a toe.

Alex was bent over trying to catch his breath. I said, “Yes, Alex, that was my husband and I embarrassed and humiliated him. I let the wine and your aggressiveness get to me and now I’ve got to find him and ... NO! WE ARE NOT ON FOR THE NIGHT OR ANY OTHER TIME! NOW GET OUT OF HERE!”

We both limped out of the restroom, Alex once again holding his aching testicles and me hoping my foot wasn’t broken.

I looked at my tear stained make up in the mirror and thought “Mom was right. I didn’t deserve him. I’m the idiot that’s acting like an immature school girl, not Rob. I can’t believe he put Alex down so easily. I’ve been taking Rob and our love for granted thinking he loves me enough that I can still have the lifestyle I had before and be married to the love of my life too.”

I left the building and went to our car. It was still in the lot. He apparently took a taxi or Uber home. I rushed home only to find our bedroom empty and his wedding ring on his pillow. I clutched his ring and his pillow and sobbed. I could smell his scent on the pillow. Some of his clothes and his overnight bag were missing. I have no idea where he might have gone.