Enjoy the Soup

This is another 750 word challenge. a "nice guy" gets fed up.

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She had been acting strangely.

I know that video evidence is the 'ne plus ultra' of evidence you could collect to prove that someone was lying and cheating on you. I could never bring myself to watch one. Instead I set up a voice activated recorder and placed one in the guest room, one in our bedroom. I wasn't sure I wanted to hear what got captured on the recorders but I wanted to know the truth.

The guest room recorder hadn't been triggered. The master bedroom recorder had recorded something. Reluctantly I turned on the playback.

At first there were kissing noises.

"Marilyn..." a male breathy voice.

"Oh, Jeremy, that feels so good," my wife's voice.

"I can't believe that Joe agreed to this!"

"He didn't."

"What? You didn't bring it up with him?"

"No, why would I? Joe lives in blissful ignorance. He's at work, bucking for a promotion. As if he had a chance at that position!"

"I don't like the idea of us cheating. I thought Joe was on board with this."

"Just think of it as swinging but without Joe fucking Millie. Millie wouldn't touch Joe with a ten foot pole."

"Millie didn't want to sleep with Joe, true, but you're being a little harsh on Joe."

"I married Joe because I was desperate. My boyfriend had knocked me up and he ran for the hills when I told him. Joe stepped in and offered to marry me, then I miscarried. He is such a fucking Boy Scout. He is dull-witted and boring, sex with him is so lame. That's why I need a bad boy like you!"

I shut off the recorder, I'd heard enough.

Jeremy and Millie were friends of ours. Good friends I thought. It was bad enough that he was fucking my wife but the real pain I felt was the disrespect.

On a day to day basis, Marilyn was never dismissive of me. She encouraged me to try for that promotion. She said that sex with me was wonderful. She thanked me for being so galant, wanting to save her from embarrassment. I had one thought come to mind. 'This shall not pass!'

Armed with the knowledge that Jeremy was unfaithful to Millie didn't help me. From the sounds of it she and her husband are swingers. I wanted revenge and I wanted it bad. I swore to myself, no more nice guy, no more boy scout, if she wants a bad man, I'll show her bad.

Marilyn got home before supper. I was busy in the kitchen making soup.

"Hi dear, how was your day? Any news on the promotion?" She was downright cheerful.

"No word yet. How was yours?

"My day was pretty good, Joe. I'm glad to be home with you though. What kind of soup are you making? It smells heavenly."

She was acting so sweet, it just about made me gag.

"It's beef noodle with root vegetables. Very hearty. It's something I learned when I was a Boy Scout."

The mask dropped a little, just for a moment. The reference shocked her a little but she recovered quickly.

"Well I can't wait to try some."

She came up behind me and put her arms around me. I stiffened up but made myself relax.

"I was thinking about some friends of ours today, Jeremy and Millie." Her mask dropped again for a moment. "I was wondering why we haven't seen them lately. Sometimes I don't think Millie likes me."

"Why would you think that?"

"I just get the feeling like she wouldn't touch me with a ten foot pole."

The mask dropped completely.

"What do you know? Tell me.."

"I know that you and Jeremy have been having sex. I know Jeremy thought you had told me about swapping partners, of course you didn't bother. That didn't stop you from fucking him in our marital bed. You must think I'm a complete idiot.

I don't blame Jeremy as much as I do you. You are the one who was to forsake others. Is Jeremy the first or have you had many lovers?"

"Joe, it's not like that."

"You called me dull-witted and boring, that I was bad in bed. You said you wanted a bad boy, well you've got one! I have had enough of this farce. You come home to treat me as sweet as pie, yet in bed with him you call me a dullard. Well fuck you. Enjoy the soup, bitch. Goodbye."

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