You Never Can Tell

by dangerouslydead

Copyright© 2010 by dangerouslydead

Flash Story: You never can tell who is speaking the truth!!

Tags: Ma/Fa   Humor   Cheating  

As I walked into the living room after a day at the golf course I was greeted by the sight of my loving wife watching the idiot box. Nothing was out of the ordinary and I asked her if the dinner was ready. She replied that she had called for a pizza because she was not in a mood to cook. Funny, I always thought that sex increased your appetite, it did for me.

Yes, my wife was back today from another of her fuckfest with her toy boy Darin. She thought that I was an oblivious bastard who had no idea he was being cuckolded but that was as far from the truth as possible. I was sitting in a rented car right outside the motel when she went inside the room and I was there when she came out two hours later looking well fucked. She was escorted to the car by Darin and shared a hot passionate kiss with him in plain sight. Of Course my new Nikon Digital SLR was capturing some nice memories. I even got a picture where she squeezed his cock before getting in her car and driving away.

Darin was a hot shot salesman at Nicki's Office and had been bonking her regularly over the last two months. Of course, I knew of the cheating from one day before they actually consummated their relationship. Right from the day the affair started I started working on a serious project that was all consuming and my sex drive nosedived. In fact, except a few necking sessions I had no physical contact with my darling wife.

Oh, so rude of me, my name is Kevin O'Toole and I am a 34 year old martial arts trainer. I am very high in demand and my clients generally were moviestars who were preparing for an action movie or who had just the knack of keeping fit. My wife Nicki is a former child model who was one of my clients before marrying me. She had come to me when she thought she was ready for modeling again after losing the awkward pimples and braces that took her away from modeling during her teenage years. She never did go back to modeling and today she works as a PR manager with an insurance company in Sacramento, California, our hometown. At 32 she could pass for a teenager except for the kickin' ass that spoke more woman than girl. Her face was innocent, almost angelic and her petite frame with her B cup breasts were like a wet dream come true.

That said, beauty is more than skin deep, is it not? Now, whenever I looked at her, I saw an ugly woman with a heart of stone. The evening went without any incident and next morning we were off to work like usual. We were supposed to go to a farewell party at her office. At 4 in the evening I received a phone call from Nicki telling me that one of her colleague had been mugged and she would be leaving office early to go change her dress for the party and then she would be spending some time with her colleague and would meet me at the party.

I duly arrived at the part dressed to kill in a black T shirt that showed my six-pack beautifully. I looked a little and found her sitting in a corner with Darin, who had his arm in a sling, and their bosses. I approached her and kissed her gently on the cheek. Then I shook hands with both the elderly gentlemen and asked Darin if he was feeling alright and the usual small talk about how sorry I was something like this happened to him. Even before I had finished my small talk he shouted, "It was you! You mugged me!!"

Suddenly he had everyone's attention. I guess at that moment he realized that he had spoken his thoughts aloud.

"Unless you want your other arm broken you will explain right now how you reached this ridicules conclusion." I hissed at him and got up. Now, I am an imposing figure at 6 feet 4 inched and when I loomed large over him he looked frightened.

"You are wearing the locket that was taken from me during the mugging." He shouted at the top of his voice. I was impressed that he had enough in him to follow up on his initial statement even after I threatened to beat him up.

"This is my locket which was given to me by Nicki yesterday. I have no clue what you are talking about. This has a diamond studded "N" which is the first alphabet of my wife's name. " I replied

"What are you saying? I never gave you this locket!" it was Nicki who had just put her foot in her mouth.

"Why are you saying this? You know very well that you gave it to me yesterday. In fact I am sure that I even saw the receipt of this locket in your purse in the morning when I took the spare set of my car keys from it." I showed as if I was surprised by the sudden denial of Nicki. "I demand that you let one of the ladies present here check your purse. If I am not proven innocent here I may be arrested for assault and I do not want to give you any chance to destroy the evidence as it is clear now that you are in cahoots with Darin on this accusation."

Suddenly everyone was looking at her.

"I will do no such thing. It is you who attacked poor Darin and you should pay for it." She shouted

"Please call the police and make sure that she does not get a chance to go anywhere with her purse. I beg of all of you. This is an obvious ploy by these two get me arrested on drummed up charges. I know all of you are their friends but you do not want an innocent man to be in trouble, do you?" I started pleading with the two elderly gentlemen and all the other people who had gathered around us by this time.

I saw one of her colleagues dial her cell phone and within the next ten minutes two patrolmen walked in and took control of the situation. I was sitting in a corner by then with a dazed and confused look on my wife mumbling something like, "I had no idea..." "How could she do this to me?" "Are they lovers?". I had a fair share of the crowd bringing me drinks and patting me on the back.

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