Short little vignette for you, to show that deceiving a husband can take on unexpected forms. No sex and little background, so don't go complaining about it please.
Enjoy --- I hope.
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Something wasn't right!
With the wife, I mean. Ginny, my gorgeous other half and the love of my life that is. Had been since we'd first met as teenagers a few years ago now, and I saw no reason why that wouldn't continue.
But something just wasn't right!
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Ginny had been too quiet for the last couple of days, and though you might not think that long, for a couple as close as we were, then to me it was obvious that she had a problem. Any problem that she couldn't share with me, was a problem indeed, and something that I felt I should be worrying about.
But what to do?
I probed cautiously, knowing that she'd tell me when she was ready, but anxious none the less to know what was bothering her. Anxious to share the problem with her, just as we always did.
Then things took a nosedive!
I swear it was by accident, and I hadn't been following her, but there parked by the side of the road was Ginny's car. The neat little MX5 sports car that we'd bought for her just a couple of months ago, right colour and correct number, so it was hers alright. If you were wondering why it upset me so much seeing where it was parked, then I should tell you that though the car was right there, then Ginny was supposed to be more than ten miles away.
Finding somewhere to pull over half a mile down the road, I pulled my phone out and rang her.
"Hi Ken," she greeted me happily enough, recognising my number. "What's up?"
"Nothing Jenny," I answered, fighting to keep my voice under control. "Just wondering how your meeting was going."
"Fine," she replied without a trace of guilt. "Just left the boss's office a few moments ago and it all went well. I might be a bit late home tonight by the way."
"Ok," I grunted, fighting back the urge to shout out in frustration at the lies she was spouting, still not absolutely sure what this was all about. Not sure at all what the hell to do about it.
So I did nothing.
Went home later on, gave Ginny a kiss when she came in and spent the evening watching the TV, while she finished off some work. Maybe work that she should have been doing that afternoon perhaps?
Dammit, I felt bad.
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I nearly said something several times, but managed to bite my tongue, helped by the fact that she was kept pretty busy, and decided that the following day I would take time out to check up on her.
That wasn't so difficult as I thought it might be.
"Yes, I can talk Steve. Ken's not out of the shower yet," I heard my wife say quietly the following morning, pretty obviously talking into the phone. Pretty obviously talking to someone called Steve that she didn't want me to know about.
"Fine Steve," I heard her responding to whatever he'd said. "Five thirty at your place will suit me. I'll leave a message for my husband that I've been held up at work."
"I'm sure I'll be satisfied Steve," she laughed a few moments later. "But remember my husband must never find out."
Bitch!
Bloody cheating bitch!
With difficulty I resisted the temptation to rush in and confront her, deciding that I had to cool down and think rationally. All I had so far was my word of what I'd heard against hers, and I didn't even know who this guy Steve was.
