At Least They Are Not Fucing

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At Least They Are Not Fucking

Dan Robinson

We're at this great party on a Friday night. It's at a luxury hotel. I am drinking a little. I've even lost track of my wife, Kelly. The party was for Marlo's second wedding. Marlo was a high school classmate.

Jack Andrews, my best friend since we were sophomores in high school, came up to me and told me, "Dan, Megan just told me that Andy just got on an elevator with some guys, headed for the roof." Andy was Jack's wife that Kelly had introduced him to eight years ago. Megan was another high school classmate who was a good friend of both of us and knew our wives.

Silly me, I asked him, "What's on the roof, Jack?"

He replied, "There's a pool and no one brought swimsuits. I want you to come because I don't want to go to jail for kicking somebody's ass. I'll need a calm head and a photographer."

I responded, "That's what friends are for, let's go!"

I figured if something was going on, I could capture it on my cell phone.

It was a long ride to the top floor. I could tell Jack was more than ready for action, as I could see his forearms repeatedly flexing. He's a very easy-going guy, so it takes a lot to get him riled. I was thinking I probably would have to keep Jack from kicking someone's ass. His was usually a very mellow fellow, but he had a hot temper. It was probably even quicker than mine. I didn't know if he would go after Andy or one of her fuck buddies, but I was primed for action.

The elevator door flew open, and we jumped out, ready for action. There was only a corridor. I got it! We had one more floor to go. There was a single two-floor elevator and a stairway to the roof. We took the stairway two stairs at a time. I was right behind Jack, but when I took in the scene, he was already on his knees, sobbing. I took pictures of the action, there were six guys and two girls. The brunette was Andy. Oh, God, no! The blonde was Kelly, my wife of ten years and the mother of my four children. They were so busy splashing, playing, and smooching in the nude, that no one saw us at first. I shouted out, "Goddamn it, Kelly, what the fuck are you doing?"

The guys started jumping out of the other side of the pool where the piles of clothes were. Andy and Kelly looked at each other. They both said, "Oh, no! They went to each other and embraced then they came to our side of the pool and started apologizing to us. The guys continued dressing. I looked at Jack; he looked at me. Jack said, "At least they're not fucking!"

I mumbled back, "At least they aren't fucking."

We turned and went back down the stairs. Then we got on the elevator for the ride back to the ground floor. I told Jack, "Sorry, man. You must be hurting!"

He replied, "I am. Dan, I had no idea that it was both Andy and Kelly."

I said, "I know, Jack. I had no idea either of them would do something like this."

Jack said, "If anything, I'm even more surprised at Kelly, than Andy. Andy and I haven't been married as long as you guys, and we don't have as many kids."

I replied, "I don't think any of that makes any difference. What are you planning to do, Jack?"

He responded, "Go home. Relieve the babysitter. Take the kids to my parents' house. After that, I guess it's a divorce attorney Monday morning. I hope my parents can put up all three of us. Fuck, Andy's pregnant."

I answered, "I didn't know. I think I'm going to go home and barricade the doors after the baby sitter leaves. I'll disengage the garage door so it doesn't work automatically. If I lock it she can't get in."

Jack commented, "That's a good idea. I think I'll stick to my parents' house, though."

I added, "I like my in-laws, but I think they're going to be unhappy with me, when their daughter shows up without a place to say."

He replied, "Same here. I think they may be almost as unhappy with Andy as I am. I think when the dust settles, her mother will come after me for a reconciliation."

I said, "Sounds a lot like my situation."

Jack was always more thoughtful than I was. Not necessarily smarter, but in spite of his temper, more of a thinker. I was more likely to speak first, regardless of the situation.

We reached the ground floor, and the elevator door opened. Jack suggested, "Let's get out of here."

We hurried to our cars and made the lonely drive home. My cell phone went off, just as I turned the corner on my home's block. I waited until I was home to call Kelly back.

She was a little angry, but still civil, "Did you go off and leave me here?"

I replied, "I did. Why don't you stay there tonight, and we'll talk in the morning."

She was still conciliatory, "Dan, nothing happened except a little skinny dipping."

I responded, "Do you expect me to believe that if Jack and I hadn't interrupted your little private party, nothing would have happened? At least nothing more than what we captured on our cell phones?"

She answered, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you where we were going. Honestly, nothing more than what you saw was going to happen."

I continued, "So do you believe that cavorting with a bunch of guys nude in a swimming pool is appropriate for a married woman and mother of four?"

She admitted, "Maybe not, but it's still not the end of the world. Baby, I think Western Civilization and our marriage can both survive a little fun that's not really a big deal."

I explained, "I think Western Civilization will survive; however, our marriage, and whether it's a big deal are different issues."

She stated, "I can't talk to you tonight. Maybe you'll be less judgmental and argumentative in the morning. I'll follow your advice and get a room."

I reminded her, "Getting a room is not a free hall pass."

She replied, "Fuck you, Dan! Fuck you!"

Clearly she was losing it. I told her, sarcastically, "Sleep well, sweetheart!"

Kelly Robinson

Andy and I were just having a bit of fun. I guess we should have checked with the guys, but we didn't. It's really not that big of a deal. I was a little torn between calling my parents and staying at the hotel. In this case a little discretion was probably appropriate, so I decided to stay at the hotel.

Mack, one of the guys from the rooftop swimming pool saw me at the front desk and asked me what I was doing. When I told him he offered to share his apartment with me, and when I demurred, he offered to keep me 'company' overnight. I told him Dan was mad enough as it was, I didn't need any help in making things worse.

At this point I was still a little drunk with nothing to do but go to my room. I ordered a bottle of relatively inexpensive wine from room service and headed to my room. I barely got my door closed before room service was there with my chilled white wine. I drank enough so that I could go to sleep and went to bed.

Dan was a kind and considerate husband as well as a great lover. I also considered him my best friend. On top of all that he was an excellent provider. None of these was the reason I didn't want to lose him; that was because I loved the shit out of him. I had never felt about anyone the way I felt about him. If I lost him, I just didn't know what I would do.

I called him the next day. I started, "Dan, we need to talk. I'd prefer to do it at home. Can I come home?"

Dan replied, "I don't want you to come home. If you want to talk face to face, I'll meet you somewhere."

Damn. I could tell he was really pissed. I hoped in person that he would be less prone to anger. I told him, "Okay, Dan. I'll meet you wherever you want. If you don't want me to come home, will you bring me my car?"

He said, "How about I bring you your car and some clothes?"

I responded, "That'd be great, Dan! Where do you want to meet?"

He suggested, "How about Annie's?"

I quickly agreed and called a taxi.

Kelly

Annie's was a diner that both Dan and I liked. Dan liked their waffle sandwiches, which was a waffle with eggs and bacon on top; I liked their pancakes and chicken sausage.

The first thing I said to Dan once he sat down and had coffee was, "I'm so sorry, Dan. This is all my fault."

He replied, "I agree it's all your fault. What are you sorry about?"

I explained, "I'm sorry that I disappointed you. I's sorry that I made you angry. I'm sorry I didn't talk to you before I went to the roof. Would it have been alright if you had gone with me?"

He responded, "Probably not. If I had known what you had in mind, I would have told you not to go. What were you thinking?"

I told him, "I wasn't thinking. Andy wanted me to go with her so she wouldn't be the only girl. I thought it was just going to be a few people drinking. I actually thought it would be a larger party with a less skewed ratio of men to women."

He inquired, "When did you decide to take your clothes off?"

I continued, "When we found out that the rooftop bar was closed, the only thing to do was go swimming. I wanted to just leave, but Andy wanted to go swimming, but she didn't want to take her clothes off unless I did, too."

He asked, "But you stayed and stripped, didn't you?"

I stated, "My second mistake was not leaving when we found out the bar was closed. My third mistake was not leaving when they started talking about skinny dipping. I went along with it because Andy wanted to, and I thought it would be a little naughty and exciting. Honey, no one even talked about going any further than simple skinny dipping."

He kept on, "So you didn't think there was anything wrong with stripping in front of a bunch of guys that didn't include your husband."

I decided to go for mercy. I loved this guy. I didn't want to split with him. At least I didn't fuck any of the guys. "Dan, I love you. I know I made some mistakes. I already admitted to three. It was wrong for me to go to the rooftop with Andy and those guys, and particularly, keep you in the dark; it was wrong to not leave when there was nothing to do but skinny dip; and it was wrong for me to take my clothes off. Still, it was fairy innocent fun, over the line, but no blowjobs, cunnilingus, or fucking. You will have to take it on faith that none of that would have happened even if you and Jack hadn't broken up the party. I'm very sorry that it happened, because it was foolish on my part and I know it upset you. At least, there wasn't any fucking. You have to believe me there wasn't going to be any. I don't know what else I can say. I'm already missing you. I know I screwed up. I hope you believe that it will never, ever happen again. Dan, if you can't forgive me for the sake of our love and marriage, think of what this will do to our children."

Tears were running down my face. He was looking at me with the cold, hard, unfeeling eyes of a predator looking at its prey.

Dan

The next morning the bitch called me and wanted to meet for a talk. It seemed to me the facts were clear. She had disrespected me by going to a side party without even telling me she was going. Her disrespect had extended to undressing in front of six guys that weren't her husband. True, she hadn't fucked anyone as far as I could tell. But I sure didn't see any safety rails between her and cheating. I think she was already cheating in her mind. How could I ever trust her again. Every time one of us went out of town, I would wonder if she was participating in a drunken orgy. She wasn't just nude. She seemed to be having the time of her life. She was enjoying the attentions of several guys at one time, feeling her up, fondling her body, groping her private parts. It was disgusting. How could the mother of my children behave this way. She wasn't some promiscuous teen. She was my wife and the love of my life. How could she? I decided to go and hear what she had to say. I doubted she could ever overcome the images of her prancing around with what were at least her potential lovers.

I asked Suzy Perkins, a friendly neighbor to watch the children. She was a happy, loyal, wife and mother. She wasn't as pretty as Kelly, but she would never pull a stunt like what Kelly did.

It was a long drive to the diner.

After she made an impassioned plea for forgiveness and reestablishment of the previous status quo, I was in a quandary. I loved her, or at least I did love her. I had apparently lost her respect, if she could do something like this, that was so blatantly beyond any norms of decency. I told her, "Every time I think of you, all the good times are replaced by the image of your playing with your boyfriends, prancing around in the nude. You were having such a good time playing with your playmates that you didn't even see Jack and I until I yelled at you. I just can't get over it. Every time I think of you, I just get more miserable. It's like the last ten years meant everything to me and nothing to you. I can't see us getting back together as long as those images dominate my thoughts."

She was crying when she replied, "I now understand what I did to you, Dan, and words cannot express how sorry I am. I love you and I love our children. I see now our way back to being together may not be easy. For me, it's worth whatever it takes. I think the children need both of us. Can I at least come home and take care of them? I would like to seek some help in repairing our relationship. Would you consider some counseling? All I want is to put my stupidity behind us. I think we both are going to need some help. You feel like I betrayed you, even though in my mind, I was never unfaithful. I admit I did step over the line when I swam nude with those guys, but that was as far as it went, and as far as it was going to go, even though you don't believe that. I am hoping that you can at least be a little conciliatory. What I'm feeling now it that the number one person in my life hates me? That's my biggest regret."

I told her straight, "I don't hate you. I recognize you've been a good mother. What I feel now is hurt and disgust. Hurt because the person I depended on more than any other betrayed my trust. Disgust because even if you didn't fuck anybody and didn't plan to, it looked to me like you were well on the way to an evening of wantonness and debauchery."

She replied, "Dan, I think we're just talking at each other. I'm so sorry. Please consider letting me stay in the guest room, talking a little now and then, and starting some counseling. This is painful for me, too. I just pray that somehow, we can get through this. I love you so very much, and it really hurts me to not see the love you once had for me. I hope against hope that I will see it again. Thanks for talking to me."

I heard myself saying, "Kelly, if you have everything from the hotel, you can follow me home and move into the guest room. I can't keep you from your children. I'm not promising anything but civility as far as our personal relationship is concerned. I'm not ready for intimate talks or counselling. Any intimacy is off the table for now. Is that agreeable to you?"

She replied, "Dan, it's better than I was hoping for. Even though I'm not your favorite person right now, I appreciate you considering my love for my children, and I hope, their love for me. Thanks for that, Dan!"

She followed me home and started moving her stuff into the guest room and hall bath. I felt like I might not have done the best thing for myself, but at this time, I had to prioritize the needs of my children, innocent in all this.

Inevitably, the children started asking questions about what mom was doing. I sat down and told them, "Sometimes, married couples hit a rough patch. That's what's going on now. Maybe we'll get over it and maybe we won't. For now, we'll just trying to get along and be good parents to you guys. We both love with you with all our hearts."

Kelly had stopped to listen to us and had tears running down her face. Junior, our eldest, asked, "What's wrong, Mom? Why are you crying?"

Kelly replied, "Sometimes, adults do stupid things. I did a stupid thing, and your dad and I are trying to work our way through it. We're both trying, but it may take a while."

He said, "Okay, mom."

Jennie, our next eldest, said, "Can we go outside and play now?"

Kelly looked at me. I nodded. She replied, "Sure, we'll be having lunch in a little while."

Going above and beyond, Suzy had cooked breakfast for the kids while Kelly and I were at the diner.

The rest of the weekend passed without incident, good or bad. Kelly kept her distance and that was fine with me. I had no idea if we would get back together. Prudence dictated that I consult with an attorney. Apparently, skinny dipping didn't constitute infidelity in our state. I was beginning to think maybe I had overreacted. At least they weren't fucking. I called Jack. We decided to have a beer or two after work and discuss what was going on.

Jack told me that Andy had first taken a hard line. Sunday afternoon, he had made the mistake and going to Lovers' Leap, a teenage parking area a few miles out of town. She had seduced him into a blow job, and he had brought the kids home. He said she had done a one-eighty between Saturday and Sunday. At least they weren't fucking, he told me. They weren't officially back together in his mind, but he admitted they had fucked Sunday night, and she was still being super nice, but it seemed like they were quickly falling back into 'same old; same old."

I was a little disappointed at that, I had expected more backbone from him. I couldn't make too strong a differentiation, as Kelly and I were under the same roof, even though we hadn't been doing any 'horizontal dancing.'

As the next week developed, Kelly was being super nice and very considerate of my wants and needs. She offered to give me a full-service blowjob which I took to mean, including swallowing. I withstood her until Wednesday when I finally decided that 'At least they weren't fucking' and took her up on the FSBJ. She did swallow. Then we made love as the FSBJ seemed to morph naturally into making out, followed by doing the 'dirty deed.'

Friday night, she solidified her claim on me, by sending the kids to her parents and serving my favorite dinner in a negligee that was missing the matching panties. Although I had not forgotten I had all but forgiven her explicitly. The love making that night was the most protracted since our honeymoon and the best in probably the last twelve to eighteen months. I hadn't forgotten her cavorting nude with Andy and the six faceless guys, but the memory was becoming almost as sexy as it was disgusting. What can I say? Women - You can't live with them; you can't live without them.