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.
Who was it then? ---- and when?
Wrong question Peter I'm afraid.
What do you mean?
You should be asking how many and since when ---- how long.
Oh shit!
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You might as well know Peter. I've being fucking others behind your back for the last couple of years. Ever since you went on that business trip to Germany and left me here on my own for nearly three weeks.
I did have my suspicions Jane, but two years? ---- That's a bit of a shock.
Sorry Peter. I don't want to hurt you more than I have to, but to be honest the last couple of years have been just so thrilling for me. To discover in my late thirties that men still find me so attractive ---- to find out that I can pick up almost any man I set my sights on ----- well it's like a drug. I've never felt so wonderful in my life. I've never had so much fantastic sex in my life.
Do I know any of these guys then Jane --- your fuckbuddies?
A few of them Peter. Just three or four of them, but most are guys I work with, or just men I've met when I've been out with my friends.
Who are they then? Which of my pals other than Mike have been fucking you behind my back?
Oh no Peter, I'm more careful than that. Unless you give me your approval to continue fucking around, then I'm telling you no more.
You really expect me to just give you the go ahead. Tell you it's ok to screw anyone you fancy behind my back and not complain.
You think I'm simple or something? I'm not falling for that one --- no way.
Look Peter honey. We can work this out. I've been thinking about it a lot and we can make it work for us.
No bloody way Jane.
But listen sweetheart, please try to understand. You let me play away from time to time, and I'll promise to be careful --- cut down even ---- just limit myself to a couple of times a week or so. I promise I wouldn't humiliate you, and wouldn't go with any of your friends. You'd hardly even know what I was up to. If you really want --- I'll try to make an effort to make it better between us in bed. We haven't really got it together properly for some time, but I'd like it if we could be a bit more like we used to be before --- before this all started.
Why not just get divorced Jane?
No Peter. I'm not giving you a divorce. I'm comfortable as I am, and I don't want a divorce.
Maybe you are Jane, but what about me? What if I decide to divorce you?