A Simple Story

A SIMPLE STORY

My wife, Nancy, and I had been married for four years when I began to feel a dissonance in our relationship. About a month ago, I heard her speaking on her cell phone.

"No. Please don't call like this." A pause.

"You should be satisfied with what you get. Don't push." A pause.

"Okay."

I waited a second or two, and walked into the room. She started, and put her phone in her pocket.

"Who was on the phone?" I asked as if it didn't matter.

"Nobody. A telemarketer. You know, Ron, I thought they weren't supposed to call on cells."

That's me, Ron Rogers. Nancy always called me Ronnie. Except when she was nervous. Then it was Ron. I picked up on this little tick about a year into the marriage. Back then she was nervous about a neighbor who had been 'bothering' her. She called me Ron when I asked her about him. Will Mayberry.

Then two years later she seemed nervous about a student in her ESL class. She was a teacher at a local JUCO. The guy's name was Julio. I never got his last name.

Nothing came from those times. I had a short discussion with Will, and another with Julio. Will understood right away. Julio needed to be convinced that I meant what I said. But he dropped out of the class.

Nancy was the type of woman who attracted a good deal of attention from guys. She was 5'8" tall, light brown hair, blue eyes, very attractive figure. We married when we were both twenty-three. I was just out of graduate school, and teaching classes in mathematics at the state University. We met a year before our marriage at a picnic held by a mutual friend. We hit it off, even though she had a date for that event. Johnny was his name and she ditched him soon after I asked her out.

We were quite compatible, in and out of bed. But there was the problem of her inability to discourage all of the guys who came on to her. She seemed to run about 99%. But that did leave a few who were able to make her call me Ron.

The two guys I mentioned never really got too far, I thought. But this latest instance of Ron-calling seemed to me to be more threatening, because of the small changes in her behavior -- the dissonance I mentioned.

So, the next evening I woke up early, went downstairs and opened her cell phone. She had a pin code, but I had long since discovered what it was, just by looking at her punching it in. I never let on that I knew it. That early morning I downloaded her data into my laptop. I went to the number of the call I overheard, memorized it, and stuck her phone back on the charger. I went back to bed.

I slept for another hour, then rolled out, waking Nancy. We brushed our teeth, but then I started to mess with her. We liked to get it on in the morning, but only with fresh breath. It was Saturday. I carried her back to bed from the bathroom. We had a good thirty minutes, satisfying for each of us. The normal thing. I didn't sense any holding back by her.

At breakfast she said she had to go into her office to get some papers to grade. I nodded, told her I was going to do a run.

She drove off in her Toyota. I was dressed to run, and I took a cut through a park, and saw her car pulling into her parking spot at the JUCO. So far, so good. She got out, but she didn't go into the building. Instead, she walked around to the rear, where there was a small pavilion and a softball field. She sat on the bench of a picnic table, looking around.

A guy walked up to her after maybe five minutes. He was big, dark hair, dressed in sweats. He sat down next to Nancy. Put his arm around her shoulder. She didn't either pull away or turn to him. She seemed stiff. And, as I looked carefully, so did he.

I'm not one to beat about the bush. I jogged out from the trail that circled the building, right up to the picnic table.

Nancy saw me first, but I was almost on them by then. Her eyes widened, and she tried to stand up. But the guy brought her back down.

"Ron! What are you doing here, baby?" She sounded frantic. The guy finally saw me. He had been looking at Nancy's tits.

He didn't move his arm. But Nancy got up. This time he didn't pull her back.

"I'm only doing my run. The real question is what you're doing with this guy's arm around you."

The guy stood up. He was taller and bulkier than I. I'm 6', 180. He had me by about two inches and maybe thirty pounds.

I wasn't too worried about him. I have skills honed since I was very young. Of course, the fact that I kept up with those skills was because I was quite good at them. I had good overall athleticism. But I had extraordinary hand-eye coordination and quickness.

This fellow did look cut. And strong. He was, it seemed, quite confident.

He said, "Who's this guy, Nancy?"

"My husband. He's my husband." Her voice had a small quaver.

I said, "What I'd like to know is who this bozo is and why you lied to me. You better have a good explanation."

The guy piped up, "Or what? You don't own her."

I looked at him from a distance of about six feet. I said, "Shut the fuck up." I didn't raise my voice. But he didn't look so confident after I said it.

Nancy said, "This is Roberto. He's an instructor here. We...we are friendly, but you have no worries. No worries, Ron."

Another Ron. This was serious.

"Bullshit." Again, in a flat voice. Looking right at her. She paled.

I turned to Roberto. "You. Go away."

"No. I don't have to go anywhere."

I took a step toward him. Just one. He stepped back. He was a little awkward.

Nancy looked at us in turn. "Roberto, you should go. You should go, please. It's my business."

"He could hurt you, Nancy. I won't allow that."

Nancy was about half frightened and half exasperated with him, "GO! He won't hurt me. But if you do something foolish, he WILL hurt you. Please go!"

Roberto hesitated. Too long for my taste. I took another step, and another. He backed away and turned. He walked off. Not another word came from him.

I watched as he rounded the corner of the building. Then I jogged after him. Too many guns in this world. He went to a car, got in, and drove away.

Nancy was now standing right behind me.

"I haven't done anything wrong, Ron. I haven't."

"Oh. I can't say I believe that. You gonna give me a lift home?"

"Okay." We walked around to her car, got in and she started it and drove out of the lot. So much for getting papers from her office.

There wasn't a lot of talk on the drive. When we went inside, I immediately went to my computer and looked carefully at the data from her phone. There were numerous calls to and from the phone that had called the day before. The name for the number listed was RG. The calls had been going on for about three weeks.

I checked her texts. There were twelve strings from that number. They were increasingly flirty, on both of their parts. There was no question that the guy was Roberto. Twice they had made lunch dates. After the last one, three days before, there had been a flurry of calls. There was one text from him to her -- on the evening of that day. It said, 'Thanks. It was great!'

I went downstairs. Nancy was in the kitchen, making a sandwich.

She asked, "Do you want one?"

"Sure, thanks. I want to talk to you about Roberto. You lied and you let the guy put his arm around you. What's going on. And......I warn you. I want the truth."

"He's been after me. That's all. I wanted to warn him off today."

"Uh huh."

"No, really. That's why I was there."

"Have you been encouraging him?"

"Maybe a little. He's attractive. Sometimes everyone....gets a little nuts."

"Whose nuts, though? Eh?"

"I was only having a little fun, Ron. Nothing was going to happen."

"Tell you what, let me see your phone." She stepped back.

"No! Don't you trust me?"

"No. I definitely do not trust you. If you won't let me look at your phone, then I know you're lying and probably fucked that guy. So, we're through. Well???"

"Ron. Ron. Please. This guy isn't a problem for us. I swear."

He held out his hand. "Phone."

She handed it over. He asked, "What's the pin?" She told him. He didn't want to let on that he knew it.

He scrolled through the texts, calls. "You've been responding. What's he mean by 'Thanks. It was great.'?

She looked down. "I...I thought I owed him something. So, I wanked him. Just the once, Ron."

Too may Rons. But what was the lie? The 'just a wank' or the 'only once'?

"What was it going to be today?"

"Nothing. I told you I was going to end the dalliance. That's why I met him outside and not in the building. I swear Ronnie."

"Well, that's three times now. A little further each time. Maybe we're finished."

"What do you mean three times? Not true."

"Will Mayberry and Julio. You think I don't know about them?"

"Nothing happened with either one. Maybe a kiss or two."

"Yes, I know. I paid each of them a small visit. Before things got out of hand. Or should I say in hand?"

"That's why Julio quit. And Will said his wife was suspicious. But I wasn't going to do anything much with either one."

"I'm sure you would have gotten to the wank stage and beyond. In fact, I think this last guy got more than a wank."

"No, Ron. No."

"Look, Nancy, I cannot keep this up. I don't want to always be on alert. Maybe this is it for us."

I wasn't kidding. This whole thing was getting old. I walked out. Nancy was crying, but softly. I went back to the JUCO, and stopped by Roberto Martinez's office. It was in a corridor near Nancy's office. I knocked and entered. He was startled.

I sat in the chair by his desk. He looked nervous.

"You shouldn't be here. I can call security."

"Are you married?"

"None of your business." But he glanced at the ring on his left hand.

"I can easily find her, you know. But I don't want trouble with you. I only want answers. I want to know exactly what happened that made you so thankful a few days ago."

He hesitated.

I said, "You get a free pass here. I want to decide about my marriage, not about hurting you. I could have done that already. But if you lie, I WILL come back."

"She gave me a blow job, in her office. I'm sorry. I know it was wrong."

"Did she swallow?"

"Yes. I'm very sorry. I wasn't really trying very hard for her. She's so good looking, and she seemed available. Sorry."

"Okay. From now on, you are to stay completely away from her. If she sits down with you, you leave. Understood?"

"Yes. Sometimes it might be difficult, though. At team meetings."

"Well, do your best. I warn you, though, that if I find out that something more has gone down, it won't be pretty. And, you know, here's my card. If you do see something that I ought to know about, get in touch, please."

"Okay. I guess. There was that guy, Julio. But he dropped out."

"I know. I know."

I left the building, satisfied that I knew the truth. The question I had was what to do about it. If asked a hypothetical question about a wife giving a guy a blow job, I would have said kick her to the curb. But Nancy was a great wife -- except for this one thing. But a big thing.

She was smart, liked the same stuff as me, laughed, was outgoing. And I loved her. I married her, after all. She was fantastic in bed, as well. Nothing to sneeze at.

I walked into the house. Nancy was in the kitchen. She had stopped crying, but she looked anxious. She also looked hot. She was wearing a short shift dress, low cut. Barefoot. She had changed into it since I left. It was the way she dressed when she wanted sex. Well, why not?

I just stepped to her and picked her up. I put her over my shoulder and walked upstairs to the bedroom. She was laughing. She didn't ask me to put her down. I tossed her onto the bed. She got onto her knees and took the dress off. She was naked -- no panties. He plan was working for sure.

I doffed my shirt, and dropped my shorts. I had a raging erection. She attacked it as I stood by the bed. But I didn't let her get too far into it. I shoved her back. She looked at me and spread. I mounted her and thrust into her fast and hard, the way she liked. It only took a couple of minutes for us to convulse together. I pulled out, straddled her chest and lowered my cock toward her face. She sucked it into her mouth and cleaned it off. When she was done, I was hard again. I flipped her onto her knees, and she spread and wiggled her ass at me.

"Fuck me again, big boy. Fuck me like a slut."

I did. I entered her again, and fucked her more slowly this time. I started spanking her ass.

"You're a bad girl, Nancy. A very bad girl. I'm going to punish you more."

"Yes, Ronnie, punish me. Oh...oh...oh..." She came again, and I reached around and rubbed her clit as I pistoned in and out of her. She always liked that, and she came again, along with me.

I was spent. I don't know about her. She fell forward onto her belly. But she wiggled her sexy ass at me.

"Are we all through, Ronnie?" The sort of double entendre that spiked my admiration for her.

"Yes and no." I said, gasping.

She snuggled up to me. I felt that she was being manipulative. She knew she was in trouble. She knew the marriage was in deep shit. It was her way of making her case. Damn, she did a good job.

She snuggled up to me. "I like it when you punish me. Does that still make it punishment?" She laughed out loud.

I said, "We still have to talk."

"Talking is overrated." She reached for my cock.

An hour later we were showered, sort of dressed, and downstairs.

I said, "You gave that guy a blow job. I spoke to him."

"I am sorry about that, Ronnie. I....sometimes I get antsy. You're the best in bed I ever had. But sometimes I get antsy. Guys are always trying it on with me. I tried to dress down. Look dumpy. No. It didn't work. I brush most of them off. But sometimes...one really appeals to me."

"This guy, Roberto, were you going to fuck him?"

"No. No I don't think I could go that far. I guess a blow job is pretty far, though. But I never let him into my panties, or even feel me up."

"Well, I believe you have to switch something up. I won't stand for this any more. Much as I would hate to move on. I really would hate it, too, as you've amply demonstrated. I will, if this stuff keeps happening."

"I don't know what more to do. I guess I could get fat."

"Why don't we say this -- if you feel this coming on, before you start responding to some guy, we have to talk it out. I could just fuck you until you can't think of anyone else. Like you just did to me."

"That might work. I promise that I will say something." She smiled. "I can get fucked into submission any time I tell you I like another guy. How will you know I'm telling the truth?"

"Hmmm. I promise that any time you ask to be fucked into submission, I'll do it. You don't have to lie."

"Now. I want it now."

"Oh. You mean again?"

She laughed at me. She had a real twinkle in her eye.

"This is serious, Nancy. No more teasing or blow jobs. I'll do the best I can, though."

We left it at that, until that evening when we went to bed. She has the most fantastic body.

Life went on. We had two children, a boy, Steven, and a girl Betty. We prospered as a family, and Nancy only spoke to me twice about being drawn to another guy. I was never sure if she was lying. But I took no chances.

I kept in good shape, just in case. Because, even now, she has the most fantastic body.

I'm very happy that I didn't kick her out, get a divorce. We have three grandchildren, and they all live nearby. Some life choices are difficult. That was one. But Nancy fucked her way out of trouble. Who am I to complain?

The end.

BTW -- I never told her about the Ron thing.