Never in my thoughts about our relationship - our marriage, did I think I would be dealing with a situation where my wife experienced another man. However, not only had it occurred, but it was three men in less than an hour. I had profound culpability in the event, giving me no platform to throw moral grenades, and knew that we needed to deal with it calmly. I thought our brief discussion that very evening had established a basis that would allow us to move forward. However, over the next few days, a noticeable tension developed in Kami. Our work schedules were not conducive to slow, in-depth discussions, so I was grateful when the weekend finally arrived.
"Sweetie, we need to talk. I'm worried," I said as we waited in the nice Italian restaurant.
It wasn't the best place to hold an intimate conversation, but I felt we needed to get out of the house.
"Worried? Why?" she asked.
"I... I just think you're bottling some things and it would be better if they were in the open," I replied.
"Oh, you want to talk about me getting it from three guys?" she answered a bit too loudly, and before I could respond, she continued with, "I'm sorry. I know what you're asking."
"I want you feeling good... happy," I responded, nervously.
The exchange launched us into a discussion that lasted through dinner and continued once we returned home. Both of us admitted that we had confused thoughts that ran the gamut from excitement to extreme distress. At times, the conversation was difficult, but I was pleased it was open and when it finally ended, we made love. After that, we slowly settled into our normal ways with no apparent lingering effects. Occasionally, one of us would return to the subject, usually in bed, and tease the other, but it was always lighthearted and we never seriously considered a repeat event.
Several months later, I left the house after a snack to go to the gym, but on the way, a friend called and practically begged me to join him at a sports bar to watch a game. I felt guilty when he reminded me how long it had been since we got together, so I changed my plans and headed his way not realizing at that time how fateful the decision would prove.
The game had already started when I arrived and for the next couple of hours, we drank beer and caught up. It was almost ten when it ended and after a quick goodbye, I headed for my car. Checking my phone, I saw that in the noisy room, I had missed a text from Kami. It merely asked where I was, so at first, I didn't pay it any mind, but as I drove towards our house, I began to get a strange vibe. Checking the message again, I saw that it had arrived at nine-thirty, and instantly I became concerned. My standard routine never got me back until after nine, which made me wonder if the text meant she had gone looking for me, and if so, for what purpose. Quickly, I dialed her number, but it went to voicemail and when I dialed the house, it did the same thing.
Fortunately, the gym wasn't far and I made it there in just a few minutes. There was no sign of her car, but I was still quite worried and for a moment, I had horrible thoughts about her in some bad situation. I didn't think Jalen or Tony would use force, but I had no idea if they had even been there tonight. Just as I was about to step out, the inside of my car filled with the shrill sound of an incoming call and glancing at the screen, I could see it was from my wife.
"Where are you?" I fired out nervously.
"Home," she declared in an awkward voice.
"Uhhh... okay... I... uhhh... I'll be there in a few minutes," I said.
"Okay," she replied and ended the call.
The drive home gave me time to regroup, and I had barely turned onto our street when it dawned on me that she hadn't asked about my location. My intuition told me something was up, but I remained calm, curious to see how things would unfold. I found Kami in the living room watching TV in her robe, and her body language showed no nervousness, so I gave her a quick kiss and flopped onto the couch.
"You just been watching TV?" I asked, hoping to get a discussion going.
"Yes... how was basketball?" she asked.
"I didn't go. Louis called and I watched a game with him at a sports bar," I explained.
"Oh," she replied, and for just an instant, I saw a strange look cross her face.
"Why did you send me that text?" I asked, deciding to move things along, and clarified, "Asking where I was."
"I expected you home," she replied, and the way she answered made me think it was a prepared response.
"You know I don't get back until after nine," I reminded her, and when she didn't answer after several seconds, I asked, "Did you go to the gym?"
When she started fidgeting in her seat, I knew I was correct, and when she finally looked up, she admitted nervously, "I drove there but when I didn't see your car, I sent the text. You didn't answer so I came home."
I let her message settle for a moment, and then said, "So, you wanted to play again."
"Stop... don't..." she responded, and purposefully avoiding my eyes, she turned back to the screen.
I knew there would be nothing to gain by rubbing her nose in it, so I slid next to her and turned her head for a kiss. However, in doing so, I got the distinct odor of cigarette smoke which made me think there was more to the story. I hid my suspicions, but a thought struck me and I excused myself and raced to the bedroom. I found a pair of panties at the top of the hamper, and a quick inspection revealed no smeared semen like I had discovered last time. I guessed she had come into close contact with Leon, but beyond that, things were unclear.
Returning to the living room, I pulled her close again, but this time challenged her story, "There's cigarette smoke in your hair."
"Oh... uhhh..." she started.
"Leon smokes cigarettes," I interrupted, and when I felt her body stiffen, I continued with, "Did you go in the gym? Did you see him?"
"Yes..." she said in a guilty voice, and then added, "But nothing happened."
"What happened?" I pushed.
"I went inside and you weren't there and I was leaving when he showed up at the door," she explained.
"Were Jalen or Tony there?" I asked, wanting the full picture.
"No, no one I recognized," she answered.
"How did the smell get in your hair? It doesn't happen through a casual conversation," I probed.
"We didn't do anything," she replied nervously.
By her voice and body language, I could tell she was uncomfortable. Intrigued rather than angered by the idea of her showing up again unannounced, I pulled her into a kiss while slipping my hand inside her robe. Her body shuddered when my fingers found a nipple and sensing that I wasn't angry, she relaxed and returned the kiss.
"Tell me what happened. Start with what you were wearing," I demanded when it ended.
Kami's look let me know she felt awkward, but I remained stern, and finally, with a deep sigh, she said, "I was in my workout shorts and red hoodie. I thought I would... it would be a surprise but your car wasn't there. I thought... you know... you didn't reply... maybe you parked somewhere else so I went inside to check. You weren't there, so I was leaving when Leon just... was kind of there."
I knew that in the outfit her long, smooth legs would be on display. She knew it too, so it could only mean that she had come to fuck.
"Go on," I replied.
"We were at the door and he kind of... made me move I guess until we were down the girl's ramp some," she started.
"He forced you down it?" I asked.
"No... not really... he's just moved in a way... and I kept stepping back," she described.
"Sounds like he herded you," I offered, which I could tell annoyed her, so I added, "Keep going."
