A Tale of Many Mistaes

Chapter 2 –A wall of anger is building up

My perfect life was over. That was the essence of all my train of thoughts in the next few hours. Here I was, thinking that I was an exemplary husband, and I just found out that my wife was lying to me, cheating on me. So common an occurrence but so unlike what I expected from my own marriage. My cell rang but I didn't answer. It was Eileen. I turned it off.

I drove around in a haze, not knowing where to go. I started out of habit toward my home, but stopped. Did I have a home anymore? The anger had mostly left me and a great sadness overwhelmed me. The mist rising in my eyes, I finally had to park before causing a collision. I was totally and inexorably hurt to the core. And sad too! I started crying.

I am not sure how long I was like that, but I had to decide what to do next.

Going home was out. I didn't want to see Eileen. Not now! I didn't even know if I would ever want to see her again. All my good friends were also Eileen's friends and I didn't want to impose on them. I had to get out of my car and try to sort out my options.

Making a long detour, I drove back toward Motel Town. I did hesitate for a good 2 seconds before heading back toward the motel where I discovered the lie that was my life. I needed a room for at least the weekend. And as self-pity was replaced again by anger, I also wanted to worm out some information on the guy that was fucking my wife.

I knew deep down inside that it didn't matter. Race, cock size, sexual techniques and stamina wouldn't alter the simple fact that I've been lied to.

I know that I could deal with Eileen with another man, the same way she could deal with me and another woman. Been there, done that!

The lie was another matter. I had to know if the lie was an aberration, a lapse that could be worked out, or if I had lost Eileen. With that in mind, I entered the office.

It was easier than I thought. Checking me in, the reception clerk asked for my credit card and my driver's license.

"You're from town, I see! Normally you guys check only for the night. The wife's away for the week-end?" he asked while giving me an unfriendly look. I had the impression he did not approve of cheaters.

I was more in a mood to bite his head off, but decided instead to play on what I perceived as an anti-cheating attitude. A little honesty might put me on his good side. Heck, I was willing to pay him hundreds for some information that I might be able to get free.

"No, it's not that. I just don't want to go back home for a few days."

"Been kicked out? I see a lot of that too." It was more a statement than a question.

"Well not exactly, but with the same result." I said

"Well, I hope for your sake that the broad was worth it. To mess up your marriage, I mean. There you go!" He handed me a swipe key card for the room. He was about to dismiss me as a philanderer not worth his time any longer. It was time to play my cards and gain some sympathy.

"To put the fact straight, I didn't cheat on my wife. I caught her cheating on me."

"Bitch!" the clerk exclaimed.

"And there is not a chance that I will ever set foot in that house or talk to her."

"Sorry to hear that, man! I've been there myself and I know how it hurts. How did you find out?"

He was a lot friendlier suddenly. That was a good sign.

"Well, I followed her to the motel were they were... meeting. As a matter of fact, I found them over an hour ago here in this same motel."

"Holy crap! 'scuse my language! You're the guy that kicked the shit off one of our customer earlier. He was a bloody mess when he checked out."

"Well, that's the guy that was fucking my wife." I didn't have to act. My voice was naturally breaking a little on that statement. A look of sympathy from the clerk was my reward.

"I can't say that I disapprove of the beating. He had it coming in my opinion. I hope he will crawl under the rock where he came from and don't press charges. I hate these doctors, the way they look at you all almighty."

Oh, a first tidbit of information.

"No worry there. I didn't touch him. He had a... an accident in the panic when I found them out... A doctor you said? What? Did he advertise his job or something?" I asked.

"Nothing like that. He's a regular here..." a contrite look pass on his face. "Shit, I didn't mean to say that. Sorry man! I paid attention because all his broads are quite good looking. Which one is yours?"

That guy was a mine of information all by himself. "The red-head woman."

"Wow! The best looking one, not looking like a bimbo or nothing. I preferred when she was doing the checking-in. Always nice, she was!"

My slim hope that it was a one-time slip by Eileen went down the drain in a hurry. I felt dizzy. The counter was not enough support for the way I sensed the whole room starting to spin on me. I went and sit on a chair. The clerk left his counter and came to me.

"Sorry man! I talk too much. Are you alright?" he asked.

I didn't faint but it was close.

His empathy was such that I didn't have to coax him very hard to get his help. Within an hour, I had copies of the reservation book, going back 18 months. 18 months of lies for crying out loud! I had been a cuckold for 18 months as far as me and the clerk could surmise. On top of that, I received a DVD copy of the security camera earlier today where we could see clearly Eileen in the Mercedes parked in front of the door of the reception while her lover was checking in.

Taking my stuff with me, I was in a mood for a stiff drink. I drove to a nearby liquor store, bought a bottle of whiskey and went back to my room. Just to rub salt on the wound, I was only few doors down from where they had been fucking. Anything to lift a guy's spirit up!

The next hour decided my plan of action that was quite simple after all. Getting a divorce and going on with my life. With proof of her cheating, I had good cause and shouldn't suffer any monetary setback.

Of course, I had to think about the kids. Mark was away at college. He was a very bright independent young man. Eileen and me had the means to support him through college, and I was pretty sure that he would take the divorce in stride.

Mary was another matter. Daddy's girl might take it very hard. Thinking about her made me settled down quite a bit. It didn't relieve the sadness or the anger that pervaded me. It did help to cool me down a tad. No betrayal scene between Eileen and me. No messy divorce. I will cut the abscess right away. The faster, the better!

I thought I knew her. I thought that her mind was an open book to me. And she had been lying to me for almost 2 years without me being the wiser. I knew then that I would be unable to trust her ever again and a big part of our whole relationship was based on trust.

So tomorrow I would contact my lawyer to draw the divorce papers and have it serve. I wouldn't fight if Eileen wanted the custody of Mary, although I would prefer to keep my girl with me. There's one thing that I was quite adamant about. I didn't want to see or talk to my soon to be ex. Absolutely no contact! Everything would be settled between lawyers.

As the time passed and the whiskey started to hit me, I started to reminisce about Eileen and me.

***

We met during a students' party at the university. I was 24 and she was 20. For me, it was university - take 2. I graduated 2 years earlier with a degree in mechanical engineering. With the CAD-CAM processes so important at the company where I worked, it became quickly obvious that I needed more knowledge in computer programming. My basic understanding of computer was barely enough to follow the computer programmers that we dealt with on a daily basis. I then took many evening classes in computer studies but it was taking a toll on my social life and it was tiring. So I asked and got a leave of absence to further my education in computer programming for a semester. As a result, at 24, I was feeling a bit on the outside from the student crowd attending that party.

Craig, a fellow classmate, took me apart and invited me to an after-hour party at a friend's place and I ended up in a stranger's apartment with 20 other partygoers. Feeling a bit an outcast, I gravitated on the outside of the crowd. That's when I notice a new arrival. Three persons arrived at the party, an obvious couple from the way they were at each other, and a very attractive redhead young woman. The host being busy elsewhere, I decided to greet the newcomers. Introductions were made and the couple went to meet some acquaintances. That left me with the splendid woman with a fiery mane of hair.

She was a student in the nursing program and felt also a bit an outsider from the geeks' gathering. It took us an hour to connect with lively discussions full of humor and many shared opinions. The more we talked, the more body contacts she initiated and that I returned. By the time I was ready to ask her to my flat, she went ahead first.

"Why don't we go to your place and fuck our brains out?"

"Good idea", I replied, "I was about to offer it."

On the way home, we gave a good show to an appreciative cab driver. We were glued to each other, kissing passionately and touching each other's body. She had nice little pert breasts that I freely caressed through her shirt. She was soon rubbing my full-blown erection through my jeans. We finally made it to my flat and the cab driver was smirking when I paid him.

From the building entrance to my apartment, we stayed glued to each other, kissing with even more hunger. We simply ran the flight of stairs and we were inside the flat at last.

Standing in the living room, we continued to franticly explore each other's mouth as I was removing her shirt and unclasping her bra. She was an amazingly wonderful vision, a pretty face with still some traces of summer freckles, absolutely captivating green eyes full of desire, naked from the waist up. Her small breasts stood proudly on her chest, the small pink nipples totally hard from her arousal and making a nice contrast to her very pale skin tone.

She didn't bother with my shirt and went straight for my pants. In a swift movement, she had my pants down to mid thighs and my full-blown cock was in her hand. Breaking the kiss, she looked down at her hand stroking my raging hard-on.

"Oh my! I didn't have one of those in weeks".

She looked at me with her beautiful green eyes and added, smiling "Can I?" while applying more pressure on my cock.

"Argh...!" was all I could say before kissing her hungrily. She broke the kiss and got on her knees. I had to let go of her lovely breasts, but it was for a good cause.

She licked the pre-cum from my cock, looking straight at me, smiling. She then engulfed the tips on my cock, sending shivers down my spine. Her tongue was expertly licking my head while she was sucking. My hands went to her hair and I was enjoying every second of that nice blowjob. She started licking my cock all the way down and back while her hand was gently massaging my balls. Back at the tip, she engulfed my cock almost all the way and came back licking my cock's head. Her tongue was going around, following the rim and then licking the tip. She was bringing me close to an orgasm, and I told her so.

Her mouth let go of my cock with a pop! "We wouldn't want that, do we? I have other plan for that nice cock of yours."

She got up and started kissing me, sharing the salty taste of my cock and pre-cum. All the while she was getting off her pants. I did the same and also removed my shirt.

"My bed or the couch?", I offered.

"The couch will be just fine", she said.

She walked to the couch pulling me by my hand. At the couch, instead of lying down, she got on her knees, her elbows resting on the back of the couch. She was swinging her ass from side to side.

"It's all yours lover-boy. Go straight in, it's waiting for you."

There's something to say about meeting a completely uninhibited young woman with her mind set on a good fuck. The sight she offered me was awesome. Her nice firm buttocks were a rhapsody of gentle curves and dimples, its milky white skin enhancing the pinkness of her ass hole and pussy. I longed to enter her right away but I had to caress her splendid behind. My hands roamed over her buttocks, down her thighs and back up toward her pussy. Her skin was so soft that I felt like I could spend the rest on my life simply caressing her body.

When my fingers reached her pussy, her wetness was amazing, already dripping down her vagina lips. My fingers prodded a bit her lips, caressed the clitoris and I inserted two fingers inside her.

"No foreplay please, lover. Just fuck me!", she moaned.

"Just a minute girl, I really need to regal myself of your spectacular ass." I said

"If I had any pants on, I would say that you know how to speak to a girl to get in her pants", she replied.

I literally buried my face in her ass. While my tongue was licking up and down her lips and trying to tease her clit, my nose was exploring her vagina hole and her ass hole. Eileen kept moaning all the while. I soon had my face covered with her sweet tasting juice.

I finally straightened up and got my hard cock at her pussy. I replace my tongue with my cock, rubbing it on her pussy and ass-hole. "As promised, time to fuck... hum... both holes are quite inviting..."

"Hold it there, buster!", she said. "Ass play is a no! no! on a first date".

"Just kidding, kiddo!", I said, and on that my cock went straight in.

A groan escaped her. Despite her wetness, she was real tight. Her vagina was a tight tunnel, hot and wet. I stayed there deep into her, enjoying the sensation, pushing lightly as if to continue going deeper. My whole body wanted to nest inside her warm pussy.

"What are you waiting for? Get moving back there!" she asked.

Ever the gentleman, I obeyed. I pulled out and then rammed hard my rod of steel back into her. A groan escaped her, an invitation to repeat the process. I started to shove my cock faster in her tight pussy, my hand having a firm grip on her hips. She began to meet my thrusts with enthusiastic pushes from her hips and a lot of groaning but it became quickly useless. I was driven by my need to cum in her, lost in my own needs.

Eileen finally settled down, resting her shoulders on the back of the couch, letting the slightly painful but nonetheless pleasurable sensations of a hard fucking take over her whole body.

When I started to insert a finger in her anus, a high-pitched wail escaped her. Her own fingers went for her clit and I assume that she was working on her climax. Wails, grunts and my hips slapping on her ass were the only sounds we made. After a few minutes, she emitted a cry that changed to a loud wail and her whole sweaty body started to shudder, filled by her climax. Her pussy convulsed, gripping my cock tightly. I forced my cock a few last times in her pussy and then I started to empty myself. Each jet of my cum were sending a strong shiver through my body. At each shot of my cum, I was pushing desperately hard to penetrate the deeper I could, a simple animalistic reflex aimed at depositing my seeds deep inside her womb.

Exhausted, we settled down on the couch and took a few moments to bath in the afterglow of our mutual sexual exertion. Sitting side by side, I was holding her shoulder while she was turned slightly toward me, caressing my chest, my belly and my still somewhat inflated cock.

We made love one more time that night with less urgency and more foreplay. We had a repeat the next morning, before she dressed, hate a bowl of cereal (we were famished), and left with a long kiss and promises to keep in touch.

***

The whiskey helping, my hand on my limp cock, my memories of time past faded, and I finally fell asleep in a drunken stupor.

Old habits die hard! The next morning, I was up at 6:30AM with a monster of a hang over. Totally dejected with life (the feeling as much a result of my headache as of the sorry state of my life), I made some coffee and decided my schedule for the day.

After breakfast, I turned my phone back on. My cell rang to let me know that I had messages waiting. A total of 12 messages were on my voice mail. The first four messages were from Eileen. As soon as her voice came, I skipped the message and deleted it.

Then there was a short message from Mary. "Hi Dad! Where are you? Please phone me!"

That one was a tough one. I knew Eileen would be monitoring Mary's cell phone so I decided not to phone her.

The next three messages were also from Eileen, mostly crying, with a few times my name audible in the gibberish. These too I erased.

The next one was from Mary again. "Please Dad, what's going on? You're not here and Mom is crying like if somebody was dead. She doesn't talk to me, she just cries. Please Dad, please, please, phone me!"

It was heartbreaking. I will have to reach her somehow today.

One message from Eileen then I recognized my son's voice.

"Hey Dad, I am not sure what is happening, but Mary phoned me earlier and she made no sense. Mom is not taking to me either. All I could ear was her crying in the background, and Mary is all upset with you not being home... Are you and Mom splitting? Phone me!"

That's my son. Right to the point and drawing the right conclusions from very few facts. Gee I love my kids!

At 8:30, I phoned a lawyer that had worked with our company a few years back. He took my call right away and transferred me to a lawyer that did matrimonial cases. Her name was Vickie. Within half an hour she had all her instructions. She would draw up the divorce papers on the basis of adultery (she was amazed by my quick results) with provisions for an equal share of all our belongings except for our own company pension plans. As for Mary, the only minor still living with us, she had to choose with whom to live. I would not submit her to more upsets over a custody battle. In case of a problem from Eileen's lawyer, I was quite clear that the offer of an equal share was off the table and that I would come public with the proofs of adultery I had.

I was adamant about one other point that was raised with my lawyer when she suggested that family counseling might be in order. I did not want to talk to Eileen ever again. All talks would be through our lawyers. Even my rights to have my daughter visit me, in the event she choose to live with Eileen, would be with an absolute no contact clause between exes. The divorce papers could be delivered early the next week but I had to talk with an assistant to identify precisely all the assets involved.

It was shortly past 9:00AM when I hanged up and it was time to call in sick. Tammy, a shared receptionist for Mike, the vice-president of operation, and me, answered the call.

"There you are! What's happening? Eileen phoned twice since I got here. She kept crying and had a hard time to ask to talk to you..."

"Good morning to you too, Tammy!" I interrupted her. "I'm phoning to let you know I am sick and won't come to the office today. Can you patch me to Mike?"

"Sure I can patch you to Mike, SIR! But not before you answer my question."

Tammy has been working with Mike and me for the last 7 years and, to be candid, she rules us all. I knew I had to be truthful or she would simply hang up on me.

"Tammy I don't want it out at the office, OK? Yesterday I caught Eileen cheating on me. Not just one time, I checked. So I am not going home. I am not talking to Eileen. I will divorce her. I am mad. I am hung-over. And I am at a total loss of what to do with the rest of my life. Is that clear enough for you?"

I could sense that Tammy was really mollified.

"Oh, Kieran... I had a feeling it was something like that. It must be really hard, but here, at the office, don't forget that we are your friends." She said with a soft voice.