Dancing

It's been five years since I caught my wife cheating on me. The ways she disrespected me left me no choice but to divorce her. I refused to talk to her, ignored her emails and letters and half heartily participated in the court ordered counseling. And for what gain?

Neither of us entered any serious type of relationship after the divorce. My children are not happy with me that I won't speak with her and pass on any family event where she would be present. So, sometimes I dream it being different, that I wasn't such a hard ass. Maybe I wouldn't be eating most of my dinners alone.

I've been reading most of the cheating wives stories on this website, I like the ones that have happy endings.

There's no sex in this story. There's no sex in my life either

Dancing:

It was the annual Christmas party for my wife's company, and I was dancing with my wife. Most men don't like attending their wives company functions but Jess's company usually went all out and included hotel stays. I loved dancing with Jess, we took ballroom dance lessons when were dating and there were scarce opportunities to enjoy them. Most of all I loved the way her body molded to mine; it was the closest we could get in public. I normally liked her scent but not tonight.

"I had breakfast with the kids this morning. They are doing great."

"Oh, I would have loved to join you," said Jess.

"You were at the beauty salon getting ready for tonight."

Jess gave me a funny look.

"Every time I look at them, my heart wants to burst with pride on how well they turned out. We did good."

A second song started, and we continued to dance.

"What makes a woman lose her panties on a night like this?"

Jess missed a step and recovered, "What are you talking about Jack?"

"Do you see Mary over there with her husband Tom. She had panties on when she arrived but not anymore."

"How do you know she had panties on and how do you know Tom."

"Her panty lines were obvious under that dress. I ran into Tom downtown a month ago. We recognized each other from last year's party and have been having lunch a couple times a week."

"That's funny, maybe we should invite them over for dinner."

"I don't think so Jess, she was the first woman to disappear upstairs with Mumbai this evening. I don't think they'll be a Mary and Tom to invite to dinner. What do you call it, blacked or africanized?"

Jess was completely out of sync with the music, and I took the opportunity to run my hand down her hip to feel the absence of her panties.

"What are you doing Jack?"

"Crying Jess, crying."

"Some men like to collect the panties of the married women they fuck as sort of a trophy. They secretly despise married women that cheat on their husbands and their week husbands too. So, when they get tired of the slut, in a sadistic gesture they will mail the panties to the husband with a little note saying, "look how many time I fucked you wife you stupid cuck" or maybe "did you like licking my come out of her cunt?"

Jess stopped moving. She had tears running down her face. She was trying to form words, but her mouth wouldn't work.

"I need to ask him the name of the cologne he wears. It does smell good on him. On you, not so much."

Several uninvited guests had entered the room during that last dance. One of the uninvited approached us and I stepped away as he handed her the manilla envelope and told her she had been served. She stood there, shell shocked, still trying to say something and her tears were dripping onto her dress.

Another of the uninvited approached Mary telling her she had been served, the same for Mumbai and the CEO of the company. I wondered if there would be another Christmas party next year.

"Goodbye Jess," I said as I walked over to Tom. We grabbed an uber to his house where we picked up his car and headed to his family's fishing cabin for the week.

We both turned off our cell phones but before I turned mine off, I called my daughter, told her that her mom had been served and would probably need her by now.

Tom and I spent most of our time fishing and not catching anything. We were forced to go to the only restaurant in town for dinner every night. Over dinner, we would turn our phone on to see who had the most missed calls and text messages. Mary went with, "It's not what you think." Jess was more contrite, apologizing for her stupid mistake and asking for a second chance.

Weeks before the Christmas party, in a series of fortunate events, Tom was coming out of the PI's office as I was waiting for my appointment. "Mumbai" he asked. I nodded my head. We figured it would be cheaper to have him follow Mumbai instead of our two wives. The PI found Mumbai was also screwing two other wives, he must have been building his own little harem.

We were sitting down for dinner in the restaurant on Wednesday night and decided to check our phone again.

"Do you think it's time to share the PI report with the other two husbands," asked Tom.

"Sure, did you see if they also went up with Mumbai?"

"No, I was just so amazed how carefree Mary was after cheating on me while I was in the building. It makes me wonder how long she had been stepping out."

"Well, we know Mumbai only started three months ago."

"Yeah Jack, but I don't know how many men came before Mumbai."

Tom was sending the PI report to the other husbands when my phone rang. It was my daughter.

"Hi hon, how are you doing?"

"I'm okay but how are you doing?"

"Tom and I haven't caught a dam thing since we've been here so we're sitting in a restaurant right now having dinner."

"Dad, I need you to call mom. She's a wreck. She hasn't eaten or showered or dressed since we drove her home from the Christmas party. She started smoking again and drinking. You don't have any scotch left in the house."

I thought about all the expensive bottles of scotch people had gifted me over the years. Jess didn't even like scotch so there was at least $2,000 of scotch wasted and that was the good stuff. Tom and I agreed there would be no drinking on this trip because if we started, there would be no stopping.

"I understand and I'll think about it, but she created this mess."

"She's blaming it all on Mary, she fucked him first, bragged about it and talked mom into giving Mumbai a try."

"Hon, do you know how fucked up that is, was Mary holding her legs apart?"

"I know dad, believe me I know. I'm just letting you know what she's thinking."

"I have to go hon, and I'll think about it. Maybe when I get back next week."

"She'll be dead by then!" Then she hung up on me.

Tom was having a conversation with one of his daughters. We had both briefed our kids about the upcoming divorce at the same restaurant the morning of the party, although we sat far apart. Tom had two girls. One told Tom he was acting like a caveman, the other took Tom's side accusing their mother of being a cheap slut. Tom had to usher them out of the restaurant since they were attracting too much attention.

As I ended my call with my daughter, he was ending his with his "good" daughter. It seemed Mary had called both daughters to their house and told them she was a slut and deserved everything Tom was throwing at her. Mary didn't seem upset and told her girls that she had been stepping out on her father for a long time and expected this to happen sooner or later. Both girls were shocked. She asked them to learn from her mistake.

Before we left to head back to the cabin where there was almost no cell service, I called Jess.

"Jack, Jack, thank you for calling me. I need to talk to you."

"Not now Jess. I'll stop by on Sunday, and we can talk then."

"Thank you, Jack."

"Your daughter is in panic mode and you're killing her. Please take care of yourself, stop smoking, stop drinking my scotch and eat something."

"I will Jack, should I make dinner? Please Jack, let me make you dinner, something besides fish. Please Jack."

I always had a hard time saying no to her and I ended up saying yes.

"Are you caving Jack," asked Tom.

"I had to call her, my daughter begged me to, and that girl has had me wrapped around her finger since birth. I do not see any chance that I would get back to her. Does it make it worse that it was a black guy?"

We were both lost in thought on the way back to the cabin.

"Jack, I have to thank you for standing with me through this but our situations are completely different. Yes, they both cheated with the same man. But Mary has been stepping out on me for years, Mumbai is just one of many and Mary isn't the least bit sorry about it. Jess is the complete opposite, her guilt is killing her and if you don't step in, the mother of your children will either be dead or institutionalized with a feed tube down her throat."

The worst part of Tom's little speech is, he was probably right. But I could get over it?

Thursday morning Mary was parking her car in front of the cabin. Tom and I expected her visit. We did discuss what to do when she showed up. My plan was to make myself scarce.

Instead of being contrite, she started with, "Are you done crying because your little ego was bruised."

"Mary did you read the restraining order you were served with at the party?" Tom gave me a nod and I called the police. I left the phone on so the 911 operator could hear Mary's threats.

"No asshole, if you got something to say to me, man up and say it."

"You are not allowed to be within 1000 feet of me or this property. The same rule goes into effect in 30 days for what was our marital home."

"I'm going to come up there and kick your ass, kicking me out of my house, I'll fucking kill you."

"Six minutes," I shouted to Tom.

Mary got a concerned look on her face, "What happens in six minutes."

"The police will be here. Too late to run now because there's only one road in and out of here."

Mary sat down on the steps, "I never read the restraining order, I never opened the envelop."

"Not reading the restraining order is not going to matter to the police. You were served, it's on record and I filed it with the local police knowing you would come here. You need to read what's in the envelop and find a lawyer."

"I just wanted to talk to you."

"Find a lawyer and we can meet with counsel present. I'll allow you to talk all you want within reason."

Mary switched to attack mode and started storming up the steps. "You're going to allow me to talk. If you weren't such a wimp, I wouldn't have to find real man to fuck me like Mumbai."

Mark was backpedaling around the porch as Mary started closing the gap. Tom jumped over the railing and increased the space between him and a very irate Mary just as two police cars pulled in. The two officers jumped out of their cars and pulled their weapons.

"Officers," yelled Tom, "this woman is violating a restraining order and making terroristic threats against me."

"Lady, stop right there."

But she didn't. I was glad to see they put their guns away and pulled out their tasers.

Mary started running at Tom until both officers fired their tasers, both hitting Mary. She dropped to the ground and peed herself. I think she also shit her pants. One cop handcuffed her and the two started complaining about who was going to take her back to the station smelling like raw shit. One of them read her rights. Tom got two blankets out, one to wrap around Mary and another to protect the officer's upholstery.

The 911 operator told me I could hang up now and she had it all on tape.

Tom and I sat on the porch rocking the afternoon away. We had given up fishing.

"You know I'm going to have to bail her out right, I can't leave the mother of my children sit in jail."

"Let's go get some dinner and we can swing by the police station and see what's up."

I drove Mary's car down to the station and we chatted with the police. There would be a bail hearing in the morning, but Mary would be transported to the county jail because they didn't have the facilities to detain a woman.

At the diner, Tom called his daughters and told them what happened. He asked them to call his lawyer to see if he could have someone represent their mother at the bail hearing. They would also need to bring her clean clothes to wear.

The girls pulled into the cabin about an hour after we got back. Tom's lawyer had already called to let us know he had lined up a local guy to represent Mary at the bail hearing. The hearing Friday morning was a non-event. Bail was set at $10,000 and Tom put up a $1000 bond. The girls were surprised that he bailed out their mother after she cheated on him and tried to attack him.

"She's still your mother," was all he said.

On the way home, I called my daughter, "I'm on my way home and I'll talk to your mother. today, not Sunday.

"Thanks dad, I'lI let her know your coming today and thanks day. She told me you were coming. She scared me because I went over to check on her and I couldn't find her. She was in the shower. There were all kinds of candles and incense burning trying to knock the cigarette smell down. I had to replenish some of your scotch, you'll get my bill. She's also getting her hair done. I'm afraid of what you are going to face when you get there. What are your thoughts?"

"Right now, I think I'll reject any kind of reconciliation, but your mom has that smile I have fallen in love with countless times over the years."

"Good luck dad, I'm mad as hell at her but the way she collapsed this week scares me. I don't think she would survive if you flat out rejected the thought of reconciling. I wouldn't blame you if you did, but she is my mother. Good luck dad."

I carried my bags into the house and Jess came running towards me with her arms open and I put up my hand. "Jess, please let's take this slow."

God, she looked so sad when I said that. "The shower in the cabin sucks and I think it's pure lake water. I need a shower and fresh clothes."

"Go get a shower Jack and let me have those dirty clothes. I bring you in some clean clothes. The lasagna will be ready in an hour. Do you want a glass of scotch Jack."

"No to the scotch Jess."

I stood in the bathroom looking at myself in the mirror, hoping that guy had a clue because I didn't. After stripping, I got into the shower and just leaned against the wall letting the water flow over me. Why did she have to be so fucking beautiful. And that dress, it wasn't sexy, but I loved the way it showed off her assets. And lasagna, she knew it was my favorite food group.

Jess came in and announced there were clean clothes for me on the vanity. I finally pealed myself off the wall and began to scrub all my nooks and crannies as my mother would say. My skin was beginning to prune. I was stalling but I knew I would have to have to leave the shower eventually and face Jess. She scared the shit out of me when I opened the shower door and saw her sitting on the vanity. She handed me a towel.

"Jess, what are you doing?"

"I just wanted to be near you, let me dry your back." She took the towel out of my hand and began to dry off my back. The towel drifted down to my ass, and I warned her to stop. Jess sat there as I got dressed, handing me each piece of clothing.

"Dinner will be done in fifteen. I opened a bottle of wine; would you like a glass, Jack?".

My mind said no, buy yes came out of my mouth.

I sat at the dining room table as Jess nervously bounced around the kitchen doing the finishing touches on dinner. I offered to help her, but she said she was okay.

She kept looking at my wine glass to see if I needed a refill.

"Are you trying to get me drunk Jess?"

"Yes, no, maybe. I don't think it would be a good idea."

"Did you hear about the shit show with Mary yesterday?"

"Only when she called me to bail her out. But I told her I couldn't. She didn't give me any details."

Over dinner I told her what happened.

"Do you always shit yourself when you get tasered," she asked.

"I do not know, and I don't intend to find out."

Sitting across from her as we ate made me regret coming. The beautiful woman I married had aged 10 years since the party. She was trying so hard to be cheerful but in reality, she was so stressed the smile never reached those beautiful eyes I fell in love with. We kept the subject mostly light. I messed up when I asked about the kids.

Jess's eyes teared up, "I haven't reached out to the boys. I understand they don't want to talk with me. Our daughter isn't happy with me either and I'm thankful she interceded with you on my behalf. Its more than I deserved."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to bring up a sore subject."

"I earned my pain. Can I ask how long you will stay here?"

"I don't know Jess, your daughter begged me to talk with you and you know I can't say no to her."

"There's fresh bedding in the guest room so that's an option."

"I think we need to have a long talk before we talk about that."

"I know Jack, let me clear the dinner dishes and then we'll talk or maybe I'll just talk."

Jesse refused my help, cleaned the table and loaded the dishwasher. She was stalling and I wasn't complaining. I think we should have waited to have this conversation until the pain ebbed a little bit.

Jesse sat down across from me and took a long sip of her wine. She had a dozen sheets of paper with her handwriting on them. Most of which was scratched out.

"Even before she told me you would talk with me, I tried to prepare what I was going to say. I did some research on the web on how I got here and everything I thought of saying was bad cliches. There was apart of me that realized if I couldn't figure it out, how could I ensure it wouldn't happen again. Whether you would forgive me or not, I decided that I could never let it happen again."

"There were a dozen women in our office and a couple of men. When Mary joined our group, she became the center of attention. She constantly regaled us on her sex life, not gory details but how alive it made her feel, Mary insisted that she had been stepping out on her husband for years. He trusted her completely and he never suspected anything. She made it sound so exciting and so easy."

"I wasn't interested in that lifestyle, but it was exciting to live it vicariously through Mary. I could never imagine stepping out on you and I never met anyone that would even tempt me to do so. I guess until Mumbai joined our group. Mary bedded him first and she came in the next morning waving about his sexual prowess. The best lover she ever had and according to Mary, she had many."

"Mumbai was a flirt, he flirted with all the women in our office, from the 20 somethings to the 60 somethings. When he started flirting with me, I didn't think anything about it. That was the way he was."

"Four other women bedded him and all sung praises to his sexual prowess. Bragging about how many times they came, the intensity of their orgasms. Mary started working on me, that I shouldn't pass up the opportunity to enjoy a sex god and you would never know. After all, she's been stepping out on Tom for most of their marriage. I started considering it. Mary told Mumbai I was on the edge and he escalated the flirting to another level."

"One day I agreed to go to lunch with him and I ended up in his apartment and I cheated on you for the first time in our marriage. I couldn't even look at you when I came home and spent an hour in the shower trying to wash him off me. I swore I would never do it again. Before you ask, he kept my panties."

"Mumbai started this idea that he would bed all of us during the Christmas party. One by one he would lead us to his room, and we would have our own Christmas party. I was reluctant but caved to Mary and her cohorts."

"I felt worse the second time. As I was leaving, he said something about how he loved to send the wives home to their cuckold husbands. The horror of that thought and then when you started talking about how men save the panties of the wives, they fucked so they can torment their husbands, my world collapsed. I have no memory of what happened after that. When I awoke in the morning, I had no memory of how I got in my bed and why I didn't get undressed. I wanted to believe it was all a dream, a very bad dream."