It is said that "The husband is always the last to know" and it may or may not have been true in my case, but the one thing that was true was that I did know.
I didn't discover it by accident or get clued in by some friend of mine or an enemy of my wife's. No, I got it from the horse's mouth so to speak. It was at breakfast after a night of hot sex and I was on my second cup of coffee when my wife Iris said:
"My boss took me to lunch yesterday. We ended up in a hotel room and spent most of the afternoon there. I liked it and we will probably do more of it."
It set me back and I was silent for a few seconds and then I asked, "Why last night? You get a kick out of giving me sloppy seconds?"
"I didn't give you sloppy seconds. I cleaned myself up pretty good when we were done."
"Still, you spread your legs for me only hours after he pulled his cock out of you. To me that means seconds, sloppy or not."
"I guess I was just feeling a little guilty and I figured that if I did you right after doing him ... Oh shit! I don't know what I was thinking. I just felt the need to make love to you. I guess I wanted to see if it changed anything and it didn't. I still like making love with you."
"Make love? You just told me that you fucked your boss and that you will be doing it again. Where's the love in that?"
"It was a figure of speech Frank. Anyway, I'm telling you to give you time to figure out what you want to do in case you don't want me around you any more."
"Why would I want you around if you can so casually pull shit like this on me? I'm going to have to think about what I want to do and you need to move into one of the kid's bedrooms."
"There is no need for that Frank. I just told you that I like making love with you."
"Maybe so. But I don't have any idea of what other whores your boss is fucking and I want to make damned sure that you don't give me anything that he might have given you. I just hope that it isn't too late. You might have given me a gift from him last night."
Her face blanched when I said "Other whores" with the clear implication that she was one and then she said:
"He wouldn't do anything that would give him a disease. He has to be careful because of his wife."
I shook my head in disgust and got from the table to get ready to go to work. When I came out of the shower Iris was sitting on the bed.
"When I told you that I was telling you so you could figure out if you wanted me around I was hoping that you would say that we needed to talk about it."
"What's to talk about? You cheated on me and then casually threw it in my face. If you could be that casual about it I have to ask myself if this was the first time for you or just another in a long line. How do I know that you were really working all those nights you called me and said you had to work late? You said that you spent most of the afternoon in a hotel room with Ted so how do I know you don't spend hotel room afternoons a couple of times a week? How do I know that Ted is the only one?
"No Iris; we have nothing to talk about. Well that isn't totally true. We will have to decide how to let Dave and Marci know. And then of course there is your family and mine. We will need to let all of them know and more than likely we will have to tell them why since I have no intention of everyone thinking I'm the bad guy in this. Everyone is going to have to know that I'm not the one who wrecked our marriage."
"It doesn't have to be that way Frank. I love you and other than yesterday with Ted I've never been unfaithful. Yesterday just happened. It was a spur of the moment thing. I did it just to do it. I wanted to be something other than just the mother and housewife I've been for the last twenty-four years. I just wanted to do something wild and wicked for once in my life. I did it and I liked it. It had nothing to do with any feelings for Ted. He was just in the right place at the right time. It was exciting and one hell of a turn on, but it did not diminish my feelings for you one iota."
"Maybe not Iris, but it damned sure diminished my feelings for you. And I'm not forgetting the part where you said you would probably do it again. I have no idea what I'm going to do until after I've talked to an attorney, but you can consider our marriage over. No amount of talking will ever get me to the point where I could ever trust you again."
I finished putting the Windsor knot in my tie and left the room and went to work.
My mind wasn't on work and the company did not get it's moneys worth out of me that day. I did let my fingers walk through the Yellow Pages looking for an attorney close to the office and I found one and gave him a call. The soonest he could see me was the next afternoon and I made an appointment. As I made a note in my day planner I noticed the date. It was one week before what would have been our twenty-fourth anniversary. Well, I thought, I won't have to waste money on a card and a gift this year.
After work I headed for home because, quite frankly, I had nowhere else to go. A trip to a bar to drown my sorrows in alcohol didn't appeal to me and I wasn't about to go find a friend whose shoulder I could cry on.
Iris usually got home before I did and had dinner ready when I got home and that night was no different. She had the table set and she even had a bottle of wine open. I didn't know what she was hoping for, but whatever it was she wasn't likely to get it. I suppose given the way I was feeling I should have just gone into the den and ignored Iris and the dinner she had prepared, but I had to eat and it was there.
I poured myself a glass of wine and sat down at the table. Dinner was meatloaf, gravy, mashed potatoes and salad. I ate in silence. I could see that Iris was trying to work herself up to say something and I hoped that she wouldn't get to that point before I finished my meal. It would be more satisfying for me to be able to stand up and walk out of the room on a full stomach when she started to talk.
It wasn't to be. I had just put a forkful of salad in my mouth when Iris said:
"Would it make a difference if I were to tell you that it will never happen again?"
I was not one for talking with my mouthful so I said nothing as I chewed on the salad. She fidgeted and then said:
"It was a mistake Rob; a huge mistake that I deeply regret. One bad thing in twenty-four years of marriage Rob. Can't you bring yourself to forgive me for doing one bad thing in all our marriage? Does what we have shared for twenty-four years have to be lost – thrown away – just because I made one stupid mistake?"
I'd finished chewing my salad by then and had swallowed it so I said:
"There was more than one mistake Iris. The first was when you let another man screw you and I don't even know that Ted was the first one. Nor do I know that fucking Ted yesterday was the first time you fucked him."
I put emphasis on the word 'fuck' every time I used it and every time I used it Iris flinched.
"The second mistake was in telling me. If you had kept your mouth shut we wouldn't be sitting here in these strained circumstances. Your third mistake and it was a biggie, was telling me that you liked it and would probably do more of it. So the answer to your question is yes; what we have shared over the last twenty-four years has to be thrown away because of what you did. You have completely lost my trust Iris and a marriage can not exist without trust. At least not a marriage that I'm in."
She got up from the table and was crying when she left the room. I took a sip of my wine and finished me dinner. When I was done I cleaned up the kitchen and then went into my den to play on the computer for a while.
When I went upstairs to go to bed I saw that Iris had moved her things into Marci's old room. She probably chose Marci's room because Marci wouldn't be using it any time in the near future. Marci had married and had moved out to California and only used her room when she came back to visit. Dave still did use his room when he came home on leave so he could be back at any time.
I didn't see Iris in the morning and I stopped at a Village Inn for breakfast. When I got to work I waited until nine which was when the day started at Wallish and Tilden and then I gave them a call. When the receptionist answered I asked for Ted Haarbauer and when he came on the line and said hello I said:
"This is Rob Meyers Ted. Iris told me about your afternoon romp at the hotel and I thought I'd call and let you know that I'm kicking her out and she is all yours. Also, while on the subject, you should know that I'm pissed and I am going to be looking for you. Make sure that your health insurance is paid up because you are going to need it."
I hung up on him without giving him a chance to say a word. I would go looking for him in time, but I was in no hurry. Let him sweat it. Let him spend time looking over his shoulder and wondering if the shadows he saw had me hiding in them just waiting to jump him.
That afternoon at three I got the bad news. Our state was a no fault state so everything would be split evenly. Iris and I made approximately the same money so there wasn't likely to be any alimony. The kids were grown and out on their own so child support wouldn't enter into it. There might be some issues on our respective retirement plans and we each had 401(k)s through work, but the attorney thought they would cancel each other out.
All in all it would be a pretty straight forward divorce as far as divorces went. Then the attorney brought up the fact that we could probably go after Haarbauer in an alienation of affections suit and we might even be able to go after Wallish and Tilden if they had a company policy and procedures manual that prohibited sexual misconduct between employees. I nixed that. To me it didn't seem right to hold W&T responsible for what Ted and Iris did. Besides, if we did that they would probably both lose their jobs and we wouldn't be able to get anything out of Haarbauer and I'd end up paying Iris alimony. I told him to go ahead and prepare the divorce paperwork and the paperwork for the suit on Haarbauer and then have them both served.
It was after four when I left the attorney's office so I decided that there was no sense in going back to work. On the ride home I pondered the asset split. We had quite a bit of equity in the house and in fact it would be paid off in three more years. Did I want to buy out Iris and keep the house? I thought not. What would a single man do with a large four bedroom house? Not only that but every thing in the house would be a constant reminder of what life had been like in that house before Iris spread her legs for Haarbauer. So the options were Iris buying me out or putting the house up for sale.
When I got home Iris had dinner ready so I sat and ate. I could see that she had something she wanted to say, but couldn't bring herself to say it. I finished eating and was getting up from the table when Iris said:
"Ted told me that you called him and threatened him today."
"Not true. I didn't threaten him; I made him a promise."
"You will just get yourself in trouble Rob. You could end up in jail."
"Why would you care? I'd be out of the way and you would be able to spend more hotel afternoons with lover boy. Providing of course that I leave him with anything to play with."
"Please don't do it Rob. Please? For me?"
I laughed and said, "For you? I'll tell you what I did for you. I saw an attorney today and told him to start the divorce paperwork rolling. You can tell your lover that he isn't going to be able to hide behind your skirts."
"I wasn't thinking of him. I don't want to see you go to jail because I was stupid."
"I wouldn't mind. I could sit inside and smile thinking about how you were feeling knowing that you were responsible for my being there. Imagine how good it would feel for me to be able to tell Dave and Marci that you were the reason their dad was locked up in jail."
"Don't even talk like that Rob."
"Why not? I've already told you that I'm going to make damned sure that everyone knows that I'm not the reason that this marriage went into the trash can. Get yourself ready for it Iris. You are going to have a lot of people asking you why you threw your marriage away. Another thing for you to think about is what you want to do about the house. I don't want it so if you do you are going to have to buy me out. Otherwise it will have to be put up for sale."
"Sell the house? Oh God Rob, no. We can't do that."
"Then you need to figure out how to go about buying me out."
I left her sitting in the kitchen and went into the den to play on the computer.
The next morning I was up and gone before Iris got up. At work I told my Barney (my boss) what was going on in my life and that I might have to take some time off here and there for attorney meetings, court appearances and the like. He wished me luck and told me to take whatever time I needed.
Iris wasn't home when I got there so I micro-waved some leftovers and then watched some TV for a while. The phone rang and I answered it and it was my daughter Marci.
"Mom called me to tell me that you were leaving her."
"She tell you why?"
"She just said that it was all her fault. What happened?"
"Lets just leave it at it was all her fault. I had intended to call both you and Dave and let you know what happened because I didn't want people thinking that I was the bad guy in this, but if she has already admitted that it was her fault that's good enough."
"Any chance that the two of you can work through it?"
"No chance at all."
"Why dad? You two were so much in love with each other."
"The operative word there kiddo is 'were'. How are things going with you?"
"Good. I'd come home to see if I could help, but I'm involved in a critical project at work and I can't get away."
"That's okay honey; there isn't anything you can do anyway."
"You don't need to call Dave. Mom called him too and then he called me to see what I knew about things. You take care daddy. I love you."
"I love you too sweetie. I'll be talking to you."
Three minutes later Dave called and the conversation went pretty much the same as my conversation with Marci had gone. I'd just hung up the phone when Iris came in.
"Late evening with Haarbauer" I asked sarcastically.
"Fuck you Rob. For your information I've spent the time since getting off work visiting your parents and mine. I told them about the coming divorce and I told them that it was all my fault. I didn't give them specifics. I just told them that it wasn't because of anything you did. Now if you don't mind I'm going to go up to my room and lose it."
I saw tears running down her cheeks as she left the room and headed for the stairs. A week ago the sight would have had me rushing to her to take her in my arms and to try and comfort her.
The next morning at work Barney called me into his office.
"Is this divorce thing you are going through a definite thing? Is there any chance that it won't happen? You know, the two of you working it out and stuff like that?"
"No chance of its not happening. Why?"
"Kids all grown and out of the house? Nothing really tying you here?"
"Other than my parents and sister living here not really. Why?"
"I've just been told that O'Brian is retiring. I need some one to replace him in the Santa Monica office. How would you feel about living in California? The job is yours if you are okay with the move."
"You're kidding. There are guys here senior to me who would kill for the job."
"Maybe, but just being senior doesn't mean that they can do the job. I've looked at everyone closely and you are my pick."
"I'll take it. When do I have to be there?"
"O'Brian gave a month's notice effective yesterday. I would like you out there for his last week so he can fill you in on everything."
"I'll start making arrangements immediately."
The first thing I did when I got back to my office was call the attorney and ask how the move would affect the divorce.
"Depends on whether or not she fights it. If she fights it you could be ding a lot of flying back and forth for meetings, hearings and the like. Shouldn't any problem at all if she doesn't fight it."
"How can she fight it? I thought that was the whole purpose behind no fault divorces – to eliminate all the crap."
"Normally true, but that's if both parties are okay with the divorce. If she doesn't want the divorce she could say that the marriage could be saved with counseling and the court could so order. She can't stop the divorce, but she can delay it and make it more expensive and sometimes that's enough to make the party suing drop things."
"Well I'm not stopping it. When are you going to serve both her and Haarbauer?"
"The papers are ready. All I need is your go ahead."
"Do it. This afternoon if possible."
"Consider it done."
He called me at three that afternoon and told me that the papers had been served at two thirty-five. Iris was sitting in the living room when I got home from work and it was clear to me that she had been crying. She looked up at me when I came into the room and said:
"You did it. You really did it. I can't believe that you would throw away twenty-four good years over one mistake."
"You still don't get it do you? It wasn't the fact that you fucked Haarbauer. It was the way you threw it in my face and looked me right in the eye and said that you liked it and you were probably going to do it again. Get it straight in your head Iris; I didn't throw away twenty-four good years – you did! You need to figure out what you want to do as far as the house is concerned because two weeks from now I'm going to be out of here."
I left the room, went into the kitchen and got some leftovers out of the fridge. After eating I went into the den and called Marcie out in California. After exchanging greetings I said:
"I don't know if it is good news or not, but I'm going to be coming out there to live. Should be in about two weeks."
"You and mom?"
"Just me. I served her with divorce papers today. I need you to do me a favor."
"Anything dad; you know that."
"Check out apartments and condos within a reasonable distance of Santa Monica and find me a hotel or motel in the same area where I can stay when I first get out there."
"Not on your life pops. You will stay with me. No way I'm letting you stay in a motel."
"Won't that inconvenience you and Alan?"
"Not a bit. Don't worry about Alan."
"Okay then; if you are sure."
"I am pops. I'm looking forward to seeing you."
"Me to kiddo; I'll call you as soon as things are more definite."
In the morning Iris was up and sitting at the kitchen table when I came downstairs. "Good morning" she said and I said nothing as I poured myself a cup of coffee.
"I've decided that I don't want the house if I don't have you to share it with me."
"I'll call a realtor this morning and get the ball rolling."
"It doesn't have to be this way Rob."
"I'm sorry Iris, but yes it does."
I poured my coffee into a travel mug and headed off for work. I called a real estate agent from work and arranged to meet him at the house at one and by three the process was in work.
I had stopped at a U-Haul place on the way home and purchased a bunch of boxes to start packing my stuff in. When I got home Iris wasn't there, but there was a note on the kitchen table saying that she would be staying at her sisters for the next couple of days.
I spent the evening packing and moving boxes out into the garage. By bedtime all that was left to pack was the stuff in the den and the clothes that I would need for the next two weeks.
The next day my attorney called me and told me that he had heard from Haarbauer.
"He says we can go pound sand in our ass because we have no proof. All we have is what your wife told you and he said he will deny it. I hate to admit it, but he is right."
"Don't stop the suit. I'll see if we can get something that we can use."
"How can you do that?"
"I don't know. Let me think on it."
I spent the next two days doing what I needed to do to get ready for the move. Iris was still at her sister's so when I got home from work I called her sister and asked to speak to Iris. When she came on the line I told her we needed to talk and I asked her to come home so we could sit down at the kitchen table and do it. She said she would come over, but she wouldn't stay.
She arrived at seven and I had coffee made. We sat down and I told her about my move to the coast. I gave her the real estate agent's card and told her that she was going to have to handle the sale and I would be back for the closing when the house was sold. I told her I would be staying with Marci until I could find a place of my own and that she could reach me there. Then I asked her the sixty-four thousand dollar question.
"Why Iris? Why did you cheat on me and with Ted Haarbauer of all people?"
"I told you Rob; it just happened. It was spur of the moment."
"I don't understand Iris. How could it just happen and be spur of the moment."
"I don't want to talk about it Rob. It was a stupid thing to do and it cost me you."
"You might not want to talk about it Iris, but I really do need to know. Was I that bad of a husband that you could do that to me? Was my performance in the bedroom so bad that you had to go somewhere else to get taken care of?"
"It wasn't any of that Rob. I can't really explain my mindset when it happened. All it was supposed to be was Ted taking me to lunch. When he hit on me it came as a complete surprise since he had never indicated he thought of me in a sexual way. Maybe it was the way he came onto me. He asked me if I had ever cheated on you and I said no and I asked him why he had asked that question. He told me that he had always had the hots for me and since we were eating in a hotel restaurant and there were rooms upstairs he thought that he would take a shot. If I'd cheated before maybe I would again with him. I think I surprised him when I told him to pay the bill and get us a room.
"I know it makes no sense to you, but like I told you before I wanted to be something other that a wife and mother for once. I just wanted to do something exciting and wicked for once in my life and Ted coming on to me gave me the chance."
"But why with Haarbauer?"
"It just happened to be the right place at the right time and he was the one who asked."
"Why did you tell me that you liked it and were going to do it again? Was Haarbauer that much of a better lover."
"No, Ted wasn't any better. It was the wicked feeling that I got from having sex with another man. It was exciting and a huge turn on. I had one of the biggest orgasms of my life and it wasn't from the sexual act. It was from the wicked feeling that I got from cheating. I said I'd probably do it again because I wanted more of those fantastic orgasms. Telling you about Ted and me was another stupid move on my part. Talk about being mixed up. On the one hand it was the cheating that made me go off so hard, but it was the guilt from the cheating that made me confess.
"I thought when I confessed we would have the conversation we are having now and I could convince you that my having sex outside the marriage wouldn't hurt us. It would only be sex with Ted and you and I would still have the love that we'd shared for twenty-four years. I was sure that you would realize how much I loved you and that you would let me get the wicked and wild thing out of my system. And it would have you know. Ted wasn't all that great in bed. It was the cheating that made it so good and I'd have gotten over it after a couple of times.
"I know now that I should have kept my mouth shut and let things with Ted die a natural death. If I'd have kept my mouth shut I'd still have you because you would never have known. Does this talk indicate that you might change your mind?"
"Not a chance Iris. I've already told you why. All this talk did was ease my mind. Now I know that it was nothing that I did or didn't do that drove you to it and knowing that will help me sleep better."
Iris left and I got up and shut off the tape recorder that I had hidden on the kitchen counter.
The next day, after making a couple of copies of the recording I stopped by the attorney's office and gave him a copy. I earmarked a copy for Haarbauer's wife, but I'd hold off on giving it to her until after the suit with Haarbauer was settled.
The next week was hectic as I brought my replacement up to date and got everything ready for the move. The house had gone on the market and we had already had two couples look at it. Hopefully that was a good sign as far as getting it sold went. On my last Friday the people in the office held a going away party for me at the lounge just down the street from the office and the next afternoon I was in a U-Haul truck and on my way to California.
An hour out I called Marci and got directions to her place. She must have been watching out the window for me since she was out the door and running to me as I pulled up and parked. I got a big hug and then she helped me unload the car off the trailer I had towed. Next was a drive to a storage facility where I put the stuff from the truck into a rented unit. From there it was to a local U-Haul dealer to turn in the truck and trailer and then we went back to Marci's place.
"Your first night here we are going out to dinner" Marci said, "And then I'll show you around."
"What time will Alan get here?"
"Allen won't be getting here. I kicked his ass out when I caught him doing the woman who lived next door."
"No chance of the two of you putting it back together?"
"About as much of a chance as you and mom putting it back together."
I gave her a strange look and she said, "No one told me pops. I know my daddy and the kind of man he is. There is only one thing that would make him walk away and mom did call me and tell me that the two of you breaking up was all her fault. Besides, the woman next door had a husband and when he got through with Alan there wasn't much left."
"Why didn't you let us know?"
"Embarrassed or maybe ashamed. You two had over twenty years and I couldn't even make it to three."
We went out and had an enjoyable dinner and then Marci drove me around to familiarize me with the area. We ended up at a place called The Blue Grotto. It was a fairly nice place and had a really good live band. Marci was apparently well known in the place and we no sooner sat down than several guys and gals stopped by to say hello. I was introduced to several of the ladies and Marci made a point of telling several of the girls that I was available.
"Why did you do that" I asked.
"If you are going to hang with me pops you can't be a wallflower. I'll spend a lot of time on the dance floor with some of the guys in here and it won't be right to leave you sitting at the table alone. Don't worry; you won't have to figure out what to do. The girls here are pretty forward and they will come after you."
"I don't know sweetie. This really isn't my kind of scene."
"Maybe it wasn't, but this place is just what you need right now. It will put a little life back in you."
As if on cue a rather good looking blond came up to the table and said:
"Can I steal your dad for a dance?"
Marcie laughed and said to me, "See what I mean?"
Before the evening was over I'd danced with five different women and two of them had given me their phone numbers and had asked me to give them a call. I have to admit that it was one hell of an ego boost after what Iris had done to me. I know that she told me that I wasn't lacking, but in the back of my mind there was a little doubt. After all she did go to another man.
On the drive home to Marci's place I asked her if she'd found any suitable apartments for me and she said that she had found several, but I wasn't going to need them because I was going to be staying with her.
"I don't think that's going to work sweetie."
"I saw the way you danced with some of those guys tonight and I wouldn't want to put a crimp in your love life."
"Don't be silly daddy. Those guys have their own places."
"Yes sweetie, but what if I decide that I want to spread some pollen?"
"We are adult's pops and you have your own room. We will manage."
The next week was a busy one as I settled into my new job and got to know the people that would be working for me. Barney must have said something to Pat O'Brian and Pat had spread the word. There were three single women in the office and I could see that two of them were interested, but even though both of them were foxes they were out of bounds as far as I was concerned. No way was I going to open myself to a work place romance to say nothing about possible sexual harassment charges.
I did go back to the grotto with Marci on Friday night and I do have to admit that I had a great time. Anna, one of the girls who had given me her number joined us at our table and asked me why I hadn't called her. I told her I was still moving in and getting used to my new job and the area and:
"I almost didn't let Marci talk me into coming in here tonight."
"Well you are here and so we will pretend that you called me and we agreed to meet here."
Marci laughed and said, "You are on your own pops. If I were you I'd just surrender and go along with it."
I took her advice and had a very enjoyable evening with Anna. When last call came Marci handed me her car keys and said:
"Don't wait up. Tomorrow is Saturday and I don't have anything to do so I may not see you until around noon."
As Marci walked away with one of the guys she had been dancing with Anna said:
"It sounded to me like she was telling you that you wouldn't be interrupted if you catch my drift."
I caught her drift alright and it was causing a small war in my head.
"You can't; you are still a married man" was fighting it out with "You are separated and going through a divorce so you are as good as single" and on the sidelines, jumping up and down and screaming for attention was "You haven't been laid since finding out about Iris."
I don't know why I was so hesitant. My own daughter was encouraging me to do it and there was also the fact that it could be considered that Iris by breaking her marriage vows had released me from my mine. In the end "You haven't been laid..." tipped the scale in Anna's favor.
Was I ever glad that it did!
I hadn't been fucked since the day I met Iris – we made love – but Anna tried to fuck my brains out and she damned near succeeded. She blew me and I ate her. We did sixty-nine and we screwed three times and the last time she took me in her butt. She tried to get me up for a fourth time, but wasn't able. We fell asleep cuddled up against each other.
In the morning we had a sweaty good morning fuck followed by showering together which ended up with me buried in her butt again as she leaned against the shower wall. Over pancakes and bacon at the IHOP Anna casually let me know that she wasn't marriage material.
"I don't have the temperament to live with anyone else. I've tried it and it doesn't work out. On the other hand I can be a great Friend with Benefits."
"If last night was any indication I would have to say that the benefits are worth it. May I apply?"
"Actually, you had your interview for the position last night and you got the job."
I took her home and went back to Marci's place. When I walked in she was there and she smiled at me and with her eyes raised in question she mad the 'okay' sign with her thumb and forefinger and I smiled back and said "Very."
Over the next two months I saw Anna two or three times a week and each and every time she tried her best to reduce me to rubble, but somehow I managed to stay with her. And then one Sunday morning she told me that the night had been our last one. She had taken a promotion and it was going to have her moving to Atlanta. It was a huge disappointment for me. I had gotten used to our relationship and I had hoped that it would go on for a long, long time. Marci told me that even though I would miss Anna there were replacements waiting in the wings.
"Anna has been telling all the girls how great you are and if I had the money I would bet it all on your having a new honey before the week is out."
She was right. The next Friday we had no sooner sat down at a table at the Grotto when women were coming up to ask me to dance. One of them, a hot little brunette named Mellissa – Mel to her friends – asked me four times. The last time was the last dance of the evening. The song was "Nights in White Satin" and as we slowly moved around the floor she pressed herself into my erection, looked me in the eye and said:
"I want to be bad tonight. Can I be bad with you?"
Marci had left an hour earlier and had told me not to expect her before noon so I told Mel:
"You can be as bad with me as you want."
Mel was a new experience for me. She was a nasty little bitch. She liked to have her nipples pinched and she even asked me to bite her clit when I was eating her pussy. She encouraged me to call her a cunt, a bitch, a cock sucking whore and other things. "Fuck me! Use me like the slut I am" she cried as I fucked her. She wanted me to hurt her and I of course said "No way!"
"Please? I love it. Take my ass and don't go slow and easy. Drive it in and fuck me hard. Please lover?"
I let her talk me into it and when I did it I got some idea of what rodeo cowboys went through when they were trying to hang on for a ten second ride on a bull or a bucking bronco. She went wild as I pounded her ass and I had to keep a firm grip on her hips to keep from losing her.
Just how nasty was Mel? When I'd shot my wad in her ass and pulled out she spun around and took my dick in her mouth and she wouldn't let go until she had me up again.
"I want it in my ass again" she said and I obliged her. The second ride wasn't as wild as the first, but it was still memorable. When it was over she had me set the clock for seven.
"I have to be home before nine so I can take care of my mom."
When I asked she told me that she still lived at home with her parents and her mother was an invalid and needed a lot of care.
"Next Friday night? Please?"
Mel was my friend with benefits for the next two months. I could only see her on Thursdays and Fridays because she worked afternoons and Thursday and Friday were her days off. We had to play at Marci's because of Mel's mother.
"If I brought you home with me she wouldn't understand lover."
As wild as Mel was twice a week was more than enough. Playing with Mel came to an abrupt stop one Monday night near the end of our second month. I got off work and headed for my car and when I got there I found a man leaning against it. He straightened up as I walked up and said:
"About time you got here."
"Do I know you?"
"No, and you are going to be sorry that you ever met me."
"What's this all about?"
"I aim to tear you a new asshole."
I looked him over and then said, "It might not be all that easy for you. Care to tell me why you want to try?"
"Because you have been fucking my wife, that's why."
"Bullshit! I'm not screwing anybody's wife."
"You deny you are fucking Mellie?"
"Mel? Mel isn't married."
"The fuck she ain't! She's been married to me for ten years."
"If you are telling the truth and she is married I sure didn't know it. She isn't wearing rings and nobody at the Grotto ever told me that she was spoken for, but I'll tell you this. You kick her out and I'll take her in."
"Why the hell would you do a stupid thing like that? If she cheats on me she'll cheat on you."
"Have you asked her why?"
"She doesn't know that I know."
"You need to find out why. All I know is that if I take her I damned sure won't give her any reason to cheat. But I will say this. Now that I know that she is married I'll keep my hands off of her until the two of you have it out. But I do have a question for you. How can she go out every Friday and Saturday and stay gone all night without you knowing?"
"I drive a truck and I'm gone from Thursday to Sunday."
He stared at me as I prepared for his charge, but he surprised me and turned and walked away.
I spent the next week thinking about who I'd get to replace Mel. I stopped in at the Grotto on Friday and about half an hour after I got there Mel came in, saw me, and came over to join me. She sat down and said:
"I understand that you've met Royce."
"If Royce is your husband then yes, we have met."
"Is that going to keep us from having fun?"
"That depends on what happens."
"In what way?"
"I told him that I would stay away from you unless he got rid of you. Has he kicked you out yet?"
"No and he won't because he loves me."
"Then we can't play."
"Because you are married and if I had known that up front I never would have started with you. I would never have knowingly done to another man what my wife and her lover did to me."
"I don't see it that way. I'm only doing with you what Royce refuses to do with me. I love the man, but I need more than twice a week and only in the missionary position. Maybe if I had been a virgin when I married Royce it would be different, but I love anal and oral. I like doggie and cowgirl. Royce makes love to me, but I need to be fucked every once in a while and he won't do it so I look for guys who will. You and I have a great thing going lover. Let's not stop."
"Sorry Mel, but unless Royce tells me that he has kicked you out we are history."
She stared at me for a moment or two and then she got up and moved to another table and within five minutes she had a guy sitting with her. I danced with several other ladies who were there, but made no move to take up with any of them. An hour before closing the guy sitting with Mel went to the bathroom and Mel got up and came over.
"Last chance" she said.
"Sorry Mel, but you know my position on it."
"Your loss" she said and she went back over to her table. When the guy came back they left.