CUCKOLD REVENGE
I felt good when my marriage to Cal Fielding had passed the infamous 'seven year itch' mark. Although I, Loretta, had received my share of male attention over the years, appropriate and inappropriate, I was not seriously tempted at any time. The fact that I had an attentive, compassionate, loving husband helped considerably. Although I had very little experience to compare my husband to other men in the bedroom, I was, at the time, very happy with the quantity and quality of sex we had.
If I had to say my husband was flawed in any way, it was his dedication to getting our finances in order. He was a fanatic. If I ever meet Dave Ramsey in person, he better run. Recently, we went to one of his seminars and Cal had a conversion experience. I was fully supportive at first. It made sense. Get out of debt. Build up emergency funds. Live like no one else from then on.
After years of living with this financial cult belief, I have concluded this is one of those ideas that sounds easy because it is simple. Most people do not understand that simple does not always equal easy. For example, is losing weight easy? No. Is it simple? Yes. Eat less, exercise more. For financial security, cut expenses to the bone and pay off debts in order of size, smallest first. Simple? Yes. Easy? No. Hell no.
We scrimped and saved. We ate rice and beans for most meals. Really. No desserts, no sodas, no meats, no milk or dairy products. No new clothing, appliances, furniture. No Christmas, birthday, anniversary, or Father's Day/Mother's Day cards or presents. Cal took over doing preventive maintenance on our vehicles. That actually caused us to spend more money. Cal is not mechanically inclined. He delivered pizza at night besides his day job. I waitressed at night beside my job. On weekends, we picked up metal from people's trash to sell for scrap. It was hard. It was humiliating.
My dedication began to wane even though I could see the progress we had made. When we got down to only our house mortgage as our remaining debt, it looked almost insurmountable to me. I was ready for a break. I was worried that we would work ourselves to death without being able to enjoy any of the fruits of our labor.
I was wearing the same outfits to work for years, sometimes by repairing one that had torn or stained. I went without makeup - as far as Cal knew. In reality, I begged my friends for makeup they didn't want. I wore their leftovers at the office and made sure I cleaned it off before going home. One day I forgot to remove the makeup, and Cal was livid. On one hand, Cal said I was so pretty I didn't need makeup. On the other, according to him, I was sabotaging our future by foolish spending. When he found out it was given to me, it was even worse. He yelled even more about how embarrassed I should be to accept charity from others.
We wound up having to go to a marriage counselor, one of those recommended by Dave Ramsey's organization. I was pleasantly surprised that they said it was more important to have a budget both of us agreed on than it was to finish our goals as soon as possible. What was the reason for getting out of debt if it cost us our marriage? Cal reluctantly agreed to a budget that included work clothing, basic makeup, and occasional nights out to a restaurant and a movie. Our debt free goal would be pushed back a while, but our marriage should benefit. Things on the home front went back to normal, well, close to normal. I think Cal was upset the counselor didn't take his side.
As I was allowed to become more human (my perception), I became included in girl talk at the office. Previously, no one wanted to hear about how frugal we were. Despite Cal and I compromising on our budget to let us enjoy our lives more, I was shocked at how much my office mates spent on, well, everything. Nothing seemed to matter to them other than the monthly payment amount. Their spending habits were not the most shocking thing about them. Sex was. They not only talked about sex with their spouses, size comparisons included, they talked about sex with their lovers. And they talked about sex with their lovers like it was no big deal. Like everyone does it. The shock value of their talk was lowered over time as they kept talking about it and no one had been caught. Their stories began to sound exciting, romantic, and more like something I might possibly want to do.
I had absolutely no reason to seek sex outside of marriage, except it was something others had, but I didn't have. I was beginning to want it more and more. The descriptions of the sexual escapades of the girls made it clear to me that Cal and I were having vanilla sex. They seemed to be enjoying the whole selection of Basin-Robbins' flavors.
Cal kept his nose to the grindstone as far as our financial life was headed. I began to separate our lives into two parts: financial and non-financial. Cal and I were partners in the financial part. As I saw it, we were just acquaintances in the non-financial part. I was then not only vulnerable I was actively looking. I wanted more rewards in my life, non-expensive rewards. I wanted sex with another man.
Jake Sutherland worked in the same office. He had always been one to flirt just on the edge of inappropriateness. Verbal reprimands from the boss barely deterred him. Jake seemed surprised when I started flirting back one day. He quickly picked up on my distress with being forced to do without financially. We started with him treating me to lunch. I loved his stories about places he had visited, just because he wanted to go. When Cal had to go overnight on business one day, Jake and I escalated our relationship to include an evening meal with dancing and drinking. I was scared to death when Cal came home the next day. Surely, he would pick up I had done something naughty and frivolous even if I hadn't paid for it. Like my lunchtime meetings with Jake, I got away with my nighttime date. I was willing to take a bigger risk now.
By letting him pay for everything I had begun to build up quite a debt to Jake. There was no question how he wanted to be reimbursed. Gradually, I let him take more and more liberties when we were together. When he learned of Cal's coming absence for three days, he let me know it was time for his big payday. When we got to his place, I let our foreplay to get to an exchange of oral sex where we both had climaxes. That was followed by his dick being placed at the edge of my lower lips. The touch of his penis against my vagina shocked me to my senses. I told him I just couldn't because I was married. He cussed me out, calling me a prick teaser among other invectives. He promptly dropped me off at my house and peeled rubber leaving my house which drew the attention of some of my neighbors. Jake never talked to me again other than basic hellos and goodbyes at the office. I got lucky - I thought.
My looking was much more subdued from then on. There were candidates for my affection from the office and from the café I went once a week, but no one won the nomination much less the title of lover.
One night, months later, Cal came home anxious to talk about his work which was rare. He said that had just hired a new man on his team. He was excited about the new man's experience and ideas. Cal told me he would have to work late a few nights to get the new man up to speed on the current projects. I knew that phrase 'needing to work late' was used by my colleagues at work as a euphemism for having an affair after hours. I thought about his possibilities for a mistress. His secretary was a bit older than us, but she was abundant in breasts and butt. All the other female employees were married, but in my office that didn't seem to make much a difference. There were plenty of options for him to choose from.
On the second night of his alleged overtime, I couldn't stand it. My curiosity was working overtime assuming he wasn't. I went to his office and parked on the street where I could see the parking lot, but not be seen too well myself. At ten o'clock, Cal came out with a man I didn't recognize. No women had come out earlier. I assumed it was the new guy he had bragged about. They said goodnight, parted and made their way to their cars which were the only two left in the lot. I got out of there as soon as possible beating Cal home by three minutes. I felt relieved.
I was looking forward to Cal's office Christmas party. For once, I could be with Cal and eat and drink to my heart's content without criticism from him about wasting money. He even let me buy a new dress - on sale - at Goodwill. The crowning moment of the night was meeting Paul, the new man. My goodness, he was handsome, fit and his smile made me wet. He was escorting a woman I was sure was a Playboy bunny. Although she was short in stature, she was big in breasts and buns. Her dress showed plenty of both. Overall, she oozed sexuality. Cal introduced me to Paul. Paul introduced us to Brandy. We sat together at a table. I was having trouble not staring at Paul.
Paul and Brandy got up to dance. Cal informed me that Paul had only met Brandy a few days before. He said, "Paul is a chick magnet, an industrial strength chick magnet. In fact, the ease with which women fall for him is only one part of a very privileged life. His parents are wealthy, and Paul stands to inherit from his grandfather soon. Apparently, academics and athletics came easy to him. Yet, at the office, he is not aloof or unwilling to work hard. I think I'm jealous.