A quick little experiment.
A loving wives tale with, except for the minimum of scene setting, just conversations.
Sorry no real sex.
I haven't bothered with quotation marks, and you'll have to judge for yourselves how calm or angry each person is as they speak.
In case it is not obvious, a column of '=' indicates a lull in the conversation, and a '+++' indicates a break while the other person talks on the telephone.
Not too complicated.
Hope you enjoy it.
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The Kitchen -- 8.15 am
Good morning Peter.
Morning Jane.
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You OK?
What do you think?
I guess not then.
You're bloody right I'm not OK. What damn time did you get home last night?
Not sure --- some time after three I suppose.
Did HE bring you home then?
No Peter, I got a taxi. Mike offered to run me home, but .... Well, it was easier to get a taxi.
Then Bloody lover boy Mike didn't have to bother to get dressed I suppose?
Whatever honey ---- think what you want to think.
What I think is that when I left the bar last night, that you, my wife should have left with me. Not stayed there canoodling with someone who was meant to be my best friend.
Canoodling? --- we weren't canoodling.
Really Jane, then how would you describe it then? Dancing with him most of the night while I had to sit there and watch him put his hands all over you. You think I shouldn't have minded when I saw another man feeling your arse and groping your tits in front of everyone.
Oh come on Peter, you're exaggerating aren't you. We were only messing around. So Mike copped a feel of my breasts. What do you think I am ----- a nun or something?
For Christ's sake Jane. Do you think I am blind? When you sat down alongside him, do you think I couldn't see his hand up your fucking skirt? Do you think I couldn't see you rubbing his cock through his trousers?
Damn you Peter, we're all adults aren't we? If you're going to get that upset every time I have a bit of fun, then there's not much future for our marriage is there?
And if you think that letting someone finger fuck you to orgasm in front of me is just playing around, then no ---- I don't think there's much future for our marriage Jane.
I didn't have an orgasm Peter.
Bollocks Jane. Do you think after all this time, that I don't recognise you when you cum. Bloody hell woman, you were squealing as he fingered you.
Why didn't you stop us then Peter if you found it so upsetting?
Stop you? --- stop you? I told you to stop four or five times, but all you did was giggle and carry on. What else could I do, other than storm out?
Well you certainly did that didn't you, you bastard. You shouted at me in front of everyone and showed me up.
You had the choice to leave with me Jane but you didn't. You chose Mike over me and then I suppose he took you home to his place and fucked you.
Ok --- Ok, so he did! ---- So he did fuck me! ---- If you must know he fucked me like a bull for three or four hours, and that's more than you've managed for years.
I orgasmed three bloody times Peter, and I can't remember the last time you did that for me.
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He's not the only one is he Jane?
No.