After a lot of thought and reading some of the well thought out comments on this story, as well as the second part I posted, I came to the conclusion that I should fix some of the things I missed on this initial submission and delete the second one. Sometimes writers need to tie up a story rather than try to please everyone, or wait a year and try to add on to it. I'm submitting this fixed version and asking for the other ones to be buried in a deep, dark hole where hopefully they will cause no further trouble.
"Bill, please understand, it was a mistake..."
I'm Bill, although right now I am in what might be called a fugue state. I'm just your average guy. Average height, weight, job, car, and up until about ten minutes ago, average life. The person begging for me to understand is, or maybe the better word would be was, my average wife. Karyn is not a knockout sexpot, I love her but it's not like I should have to be fending off Paris for her hand or sending ships to war. In fact, the sight of her on her knees with her mascara running in dark streaks down her face is vaguely...I guess repugnant would be the best fit, although I can't be sure if my recent discovery is not affecting my opinion. I would have never thought that in such a brief period of time you could fundamentally change your feelings toward a person, but then I also never thought that Karyn would have cheated on me.
The dictionary defines cheating as being sexually unfaithful to a spouse or significant other. By strict definition, I can't say that she was cheating, but even if the physical act of sex is not involved, doesn't emotional unfaithfulness come close? Where do you draw the line in the sand? If I look at porn and masturbate, does that count? Or what if I am at a beach and see a pretty girl, does any fantasy I may have place me in the position of cheating? I'm somewhat unsure, but I am rapidly redefining my feelings on the subject.
The trail of events that led us to this confrontation are definitely not what a reasonable person would consider a stereotypical discovery of unfaithfulness. I didn't get sick and come early to find my wife blowing the postman, there was no strange car in my driveway that the neighbor asked me about over a cold one, and to be quite honest I've never owned or cared to own a Mustang. I could have probably dealt with the situation better if it would have been typical, simply because I deal in the realm of average.
I am a risk assessment analyst, yes the same job Ben Stiller had in that movie a decade or so ago. Although it's basically just a job where I look at statistics regarding trends in computer failures to determine what needs to be changed from a support or manufacturing standpoint. Where I work isn't really important to the current location I find myself in, at least I think it doesn't. Then again, am I really thinking straight at all given the situation?
Karyn has always been a bit of a 'geek girl', although not the type that you see in ads or on TV. You know, the supermodels that have glasses on and maybe some tats or piercings. While I'm sure there statistically has to be a few of those out there, reality is a different story. She doesn't even wear glasses, although that is neither here nor there. What she does do, and this is something that I used to do as well when I had more time, is play online games. Doesn't matter if it is a first person shooter or some sappy role-playing game, she loves them. We actually started dating because I was wearing a cap with a Quake symbol on it and we ended up striking up a conversation about the game at the TGI Fridays that she used to waitress at five years ago. A couple of dates later, I knew she was the one. She said the same at the time, but recent events make a lie of that I think.
In any case, I did come home early from work last Friday but, like I mentioned previously, there was no dick in the wife action happening. Again, had that happened I am sure I would be more clear in my resolve, but this is not a simple black and white situation. Dear God, I wish it were.
After parking my car in the garage, I decided to try and prank my wife by sneaking in the house and then scaring her while she was at her desk. She only works part time now, at a different restaurant in the evenings, and we had been recently discussing her reducing her hours to zero in the hopes of starting a family. With both of us in our late twenties, we thought it was kind of time more than anything else. As I slowly closed the door leading from the garage to the kitchen, I peered around the counter-top to see if I could catch a glimpse of her at the computer. Score! She was sitting there in her work outfit, obviously trying to get in a few minutes of sword-swinging action before having to leave for the evening. She must have been killing orcs furiously because she was clacking keys on the keyboard like a mad woman, all the better to cover my surprise attack from the rear.
I crept closer, moving slowly so that my shoes would not make excessive noise on the floor. My footsteps slowed and finally came to a stop as I became more interested in what was on the screen than scaring my wife. Her rapid keystrokes were not what I had thought them to be, instead she was chatting to someone in the role playing game, a character called Fourdahord. I didn't recognize the name as anyone in our smallish guild, but then I didn't play nearly as often as her so I couldn't be sure. My world started shaking once I started to read the text, rapidly moving from a heartquake in the low richter scale to a massive tremor. I felt like I couldn't breathe, like a weight was on my chest preventing it from rising. I'm not a n00b, I've been around long enough to understand that people carry on electronic relationships through various media. I just never thought it was something my wife, the woman I loved, would be doing.
We have a pretty vanilla sex life. She doesn't care for anal, neither do I really since in my past experiences with it and former girlfriends, it has always been a messy affair. I've heard in porn they do special things like colon cleanses and not eating solids prior to a scene involving it, but none of the girls I have been with bothered to do all of that. I guess I would rank it up with period sex, it's definitely sex so it's cool, but it tends to be a bit nasty afterwards. We do like oral and both of us are more than willing to spend a good amount of time 'dining at the Y or T'.
Up until now I thought we both considered another partner a no go situation. During our buildup to engagement and marriage, I had been extremely clear that I was definitely not into it and she had quickly agreed. Especially since she knew I had a huge dislike for my father, a serial adulterer. I have more half-siblings than any reasonable person should have, thanks to his seed slinging adventures. We had discussed, at length, his exploits and how they had hurt me and my mother during the years. In fact, for a few years during my teens, I even resented my mother for taking my dad back ever time. When he died, I didn't go to his funeral; I still haven't visited his grave. My mom still forgave him, even though he died on top of a 19 year old from a heart attack. She even wrote his eulogy.
Yet, right here in plain text I was watching her talk to this Fourdahord person. Describing to him how hot the pictures of his fucking his wife was and whether or not he liked the pictures she had sent of her being taken doggy-style by me. "What...the...fuck" I thought? We never took pictures of us having sex that I knew of, nor would I condone her sending those pictures to some asshole for him to jack off to. This had to be some type of day-mare, it really had to, because I was rapidly reaching a point just shy of boiling in my anger. My subconscious wishes were not granted, because he described how hot her shaven pussy made him, especially the cute little birthmark near her labia. I won't go into detail as to what he described wanting to do to her in person, because to be honest it sickened me. I certainly was not getting an erection like husbands are apparently wont to get over the thoughts of their beloved wife being violated by another man.
Unfortunately, since I had yet to be detected, my nightmare was far from being over. Karyn was going so far as to ask in the chat when this Fourdahord and his wife were going to be in our town. As the discussion went on, it became more than clear that during the past weeks or months the three of them had hatched a plan to spring a swapping situation on me in the near future. A new line of text popped up in the chat box. Fourdahord wrote that they would be making plans to come into our city via airplane next week and that he had procured some Molly, which I could only assume to be some sort of drug, that would help to insure my compliance with the swap. Karyn quickly typed back that she was incredibly excited about the idea and that she was sure she could get me to 'come around' once I saw Fourdahord's hot wife. She hit Enter and then began typing again "Sexyundedrge: Gawds, this is going 2b so hawt. Quick, turn on ur cam, i'm gonna play with myself until I cummm all over ur screen. sooo fucking horny!!1!".
I watched her activate her webcam and minimize the game, suddenly amused as I realized that her hopeful soon to be fuckbuddy was going to be able to clearly see me behind her. The anger still was there, but I was glad she was about to get the scare I previously had in mind for her. In fact, I was pretty fucking stoked about it, to be fair. Hopefully she would soon be feeling the pain and anguish I had just had bestowed on me in the last few minutes. I heard a weaselly voice, really pathetic if you ask me, screech "Holy Shit, babe, is that your husband behind you!"
There was a brief second, about as long as it takes to inhale all the air you can and hold it, before my wife turned around and confirmed that I was in fact behind her. Quickly she reached under her desk and yanked out the power cable, making everything go dark on her table. I stood there with a bland look on my face, staring into her eyes as the fans on her computer slowly whirred to a stop. "Hi, loving wife of mine!" I said in a fake cheery voice, "Anything you want to tell me?"
I could see the gears turning in her mind as she went through plan A through Z and to come up with a way to save her ass, to bury the evidence. Of course, she did shut down her computer, but she couldn't shut down my brain, at least in a legal way. "H-hi, honey...what are you doing home so early?"
"Really, Karyn, that was all you could come up with? Would you like it if I took a nap and gave you some time to get your ducks lined up in a row?" I said in a deceivingly mild tone.
"W-what do you mean, Bill?" her voice trembled, as tears started to well in her eyes.
"I mean, perhaps if I went into the bedroom and took a nap, a siesta if you will, you could go to work on trying to figure out some way to explain to me how you fucking just ruined our marriage." I sneered in a tight lipped grin. "Do you think that would be a sufficient amount of time for you to get your story straight?"
"Bill, please understand, it was a mistake..."
I looked at her, stunned. A mistake. How the fuck is having a cyber relationship with some ass, apparently one that is willing to drug someone to participate in extra-marital relations, a mistake? I wanted to shout my enraged thoughts out to her, but my brain was freezing up from the cold anger flowing through my veins. I finally managed to choke out a question, "How does one make a mistake like this, Karyn? Please, explain to me like I'm a five year old, how?"
