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.
