As it turned out, I was the one who was surprised that Heather wasn't home when I made it back early from the airport. It was Saturday, and she had the day off, and she'd playfully told me yesterday that she simply planned to mope around the house today, missing me. Disappointed she wasn't doing just that, I tossed my keys onto the sofa and saw the message light flashing on the answering machine. I hit PLAY as I began to tug my tie and jacket off, then stilled when I heard my wife's sweet voice talking.
"...give it a second and the machine will cut off," she was saying, then there was a slight pause. "OK, it beeped. What do you want, Ty?"
"Just wondered if you'd heard from Jake yet, baby."
"Of course I have. He'll be home tomorrow," she said, sounding almost defensive, desperate.
I realized she and Ty had been recorded, thinking the machine had cut off when she'd picked up. Curious, I walked over to the machine, a frown on my face as I listened to the unexpected conversation.
"So why don't you come over tonight?" the black man asked in a voice I didn't care for at all.
"I told you, Ty, that can never happen again. It's been a nice week, but it's over. It was a mistake. I love my husband."
What the hell? I leaned over the machine, my jaw clenching with the strain of holding back my shock. What the hell did Heather mean, it could never happen again?
"Once is a mistake, baby. We've fucked each other, what?, three, four times now? It's a little too late to be having an attack of conscience, sweetheart. You're hooked on my black cock and can't get enough. Admit it."
"Shut up."
"Why don't I come over there instead then. I'll even cook you dinner before taking you to bed this time."
The machine suddenly stopped recording, and I wasn't sure if she'd hung up on Ty or what. All I knew was that my beloved wife, the woman I'd loved faithfully, hopelessly for the past nine years, was cheating on me. And with a black man!
I fell heavily back onto the sofa and realized I was shaking. With anger. From shock. From...everything. It wasn't that I was necessarily a racist, not anymore than the average person. I had played college football and most of my best friends on the team had been black, for crying out loud. Truth was, I would have been pretty pissed off if my wife was fucking a white guy too.
I simply couldn't believe I'd heard what I had. Then again, I tried to reason, I could have misinterpreted what I'd heard. Yeah, right. I got up, hit rewind and replayed the message until I heard Ty's words again: "We've fucked each other, what?, three, four times now?" There was no misinterpreting that statement.
Anger grabbed hold of me and wouldn't let go. That bitch! Almost without thought, I bounded up the stairs and began packing the rest of my bags. Then I thought better of that decision and began packing hers instead. This was my home, dammit. I wouldn't be driven out. She'd made her bed somewhere else. Let her go lie in it like the whore she apparently was.
Disbelief erased the anger as I wondered if I'd ever known her at all. I realized my hands were shaking as I fumbled through the clothes in the closet, thinking about the years after we were first married. She'd seemed so innocent...so untouched. Then she'd gotten the job at Cox, Jordan and Franklin and Heather had really come out of her shell then. Maybe she'd been cheating even then? Lord knows I'd been petrified I'd lose her to someone else. But Heather had always smiled and sworn I had nothing to worry about. It was me she loved. She would never, ever think of being unfaithful to me, she'd sworn.
Had she been lying even then? How many times had she cuckolded me, I wondered. How many men? Heather had been a virgin when we'd met, that much I knew. But she was such a passionate creature, so loving in bed, that I could almost credit that I hadn't been enough to satisfy her. But why the hell hadn't she come to me, I wondered. Why hadn't she wanted a divorce? Marriage counseling? Why did she have to go and drag my heart through the mud while she played around on the side? We'd had discussions on infidelity before, and we'd agreed wholeheartedly that cheating was just one of those things neither of us would ever be able to forgive. We'd sworn it would never be an issue between us. Then again, I suppose that's what most couples think until it actually happens to them.
Grief was the next emotion to overwhelm me. I felt tears threatening to escape and found I couldn't hold them back. Dammit! Heather was my entire life. What would I do without her? God, I was so miserable! I lifted my head and my eyes fell on the photo of me and Heather that she insisted on keeping on her side of the bed, always. I stared at the image of the lovely brunette kneeling behind me, her arms wrapped lovingly around my shoulders, and felt the tears flow.
Almost half an hour and three shots of whiskey later, I began to wonder where Heather was now. Probably with Ty, I figured, then decided I needed to see for myself. I wiped away the tears - god, I hadn't cried in years, not since my father's funeral - and began to pick myself up. I was stronger than this, dammit! I grabbed my keys and drove over to Ty's new house. Sure enough, Heather's grey BMW sat in the driveway.
I sat in the car, trying to decide what to do. I'm not proud to admit it, but if I'd had my gun with me, I would have used it...on Ty, then Heather probably, and most definitely on myself. Infidelity, I've learned, can do crazy things to a person's mind, if you really love the one who has been unfaithful to you. As it was, I had plans to use my fists on Ty, even if the black man outweighed me by at least thirty pounds and a few inches. He might be a big sonofabitch, but I had years of military training on my side. I knew how to take a man down with a simple press of my thumb on the right nerve. Simmering with anger again, I climbed out of the car and walked to the front of the house. Glancing around, I saw that hardly any neighbors cars were home, so I carefully walked to the back of the house where I knew the bedroom was.
Instead I got a surpise as I rounded the corner and pulled back behind some bushes, spying my wife and the black man together in the pool. Heather had her back to Ty, who was rubbing her shoulders and murmuring something in her ear, as if he were trying to convince her of something. I stared in disbelief as Heather slowly turned to face Ty... and kissed him passionately!
From that point, it was like watching a bad car wreck. I didn't want to watch, but neither could I look away. I needed to see with my own eyes just how far she was letting another man go. Heather wrapped her arms around the black man's shoulders and didn't protest when Ty lifted her by her ass and sat her on the edge of the pool. Ty's hands were everywhere, and Heather wasn't stopping him. She arched her back and moaned when he removed her bikini top, then leaned over to taste her large breasts with his thick, black lips.
Still licking around her nipples, Ty tilted Heather back and tugged off her bikini bottoms, then fidgeted beneath the water with one hand as he removed his own swimming trunks. I watched, half aroused, half horrified, as a completely naked, fully erect Ty climbed out of the pool and guided Heather to lay on a towel. My god! I realized. Ty's cock was huge! I was pretty big, almost nine inches, but he had to be at least ten and a half, and thicker. With barely no prompting from the black man, Heather soon had the head of Ty's monstrous, hard cock in her mouth, sucking it with all her might as Ty maneuvered himself around to noisily slurp at her cunt.
After a few minutes of sixty-nining, Ty got up and collected cushions off the lawn furniture, which he tossed onto the deck. He then rolled Heather onto her stomach, then shifted some pillows around behind her. I thought he was going to fuck her doggystyle, but I was wrong. Turning her over onto her back again, he propped her hips up with the extra cushions and then knelt right up against her ass. I knew what was coming next, and as much as I wanted to stop it, I couldn't. Heather was obviously enjoying what Ty was doing, but I was still praying that she would come to her senses and turn the other man away before he actually penetrated what, until now, had been mine and mine alone.
But that didn't happen. Instead, Heather reached up for Ty and pulled him down to her in a sexy, eating kind of kiss that made me sick as I watched. By now, Heather's legs were wide-spread and Ty was in position with his monster-cock poised at the entrance to my wife's obviously wet cunt. I gasped for my wife, watching Ty slowly work the giant rod into her stretched-open pussy. Heather was moaning and grunting, clawing at Ty's back with her tiny hands. Steady, oh, so steady, Ty kept up his invasion of her hungry cunt. Please, I begged silently, please tell him to stop. Please scream in pain, or yell for help!
But she didn't. Sooner than I thought possible, it looked like Ty had his entire length buried in my wife. She had taken it all! They laid still together for a few minutes, then Ty began a rhythm of slow thrusting before he began to pound that big cock in and out of Heather's cunt with all of his energy. He lifted his hips away until he was almost out and then slammed back down into her. Even from so far away, I could hear her wet cunt slurping loudly as it surrendered to Ty's assault. Then, his tempo and power increased and Heather went completely wild. She was delirious with lust and passion, scraping his back with her nails, pulling his ass deeper between her legs. She was fucking him like a bitch in heat, and I was hurt beyond belief because, in the six years we'd been married, she'd never once reacted that way with me.
I couldn't watch anymore, but I wanted Heather to know I knew the truth. There were some gardening tools where I stood, and I wrapped my hands around the shovel leaning against the house. I was so angry it took little effort to step on the end, breaking the scooper off until I held a large, broken stick in my hand. I stepped out from behind my hiding place just as they both started to come. It wasn't slow or gentle either. Heather came with a scream and almost-pained moans and gasps. Again and again, she clenched her arms and legs around Ty's pistoning black body. Finally, with a deep grunt, Ty tightened his asscheeks and curled his toes as he shot his cum into my wife's womb. My god. She wasn't on the pill, and Ty sure as hell hadn't used a condom!
Heather saw me first, and screamed, trying to pull away and seek covering. Ty scrambled away, his cock pulling out of her pussy with a loud plop even as he swore, "What the fu--Jake! What are you doing here, man?"
