{This story has cheating in it, so go ahead and be outraged}
Denver Hawkins sat in his car that Monday afternoon, his hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly it was a wonder he didn't break the thing.
Just 49 years old, days from reaching fifty, his entire world had just come apart. He was already feeling badly about things, the next Wednesday was his birthday. So he was struggling with that, time was going by and he was now middle aged.
And now this.
He saw her come out, she had been in there for about two hours. Glancing at his watch, it was almost exactly 5 PM.
There was now no doubt at all in his mind, his wife Dorothy of over 25 years was having an affair.
That was bad enough all by itself, but what he had just witnessed was a complete and total shock.
He was suspicious because suddenly just a few weeks before Dorothy had become secretive. So Denver followed her from her job at the clinic, something that was completely out of character for him.
As the senior nurse on staff, Dorothy worked straight day shifts, getting off duty at 5 PM, but that day it was just after 2:30 in the afternoon.
Following her had actually been easy, Dorothy was always completely attentive to what was in front of her when she was driving, she never looked around, not really.
He was only a couple of hundred feet or so behind her when she pulled into the condo lot, parked and went inside.
Denver knew very well who lived there, it was Jack Kawolski, his very best friend in the world.
The one man he would have trusted with his life.
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It wasn't anything obvious at the outset, not really. First there were the phone calls, Dorothy answered and then stepped into the kitchen. There was a buzz of conversation, he couldn't make out the words.
"Who was that?" He had asked.
"Nothing, just a telemarketer asking questions." Dorothy answered.
Five minutes on the phone with a telemarketer?
That happened at least 4 times that he knew of.
The next thing that was different was when he got home at 5:30 a few weeks earlier and Dorothy wasn't there. Dorothy was always home when he got there since it was barely 5 minutes to her job. She came in about 45 minutes late that night looking rushed.
"Where have you been, honey?" He asked, not really thinking anything of it.
"I was talking to...uhh..Sara...I just lost track of time. Give me a minute, I will get us some dinner."
"I already have it started, I have a salad in the fridge and some steaks thawed out in the microwave." Denver told her as she breezed by and went upstairs.
Denver had just seen her friend Sara driving by in her little Toyota on the way home and waved?
Sara was a bubbly little brunette, short and best described as stacked. No way could she ever be called slender, but she wasn't fat either. Just 5 years younger than Dorothy, they spent a lot of time together, usually either shopping or sitting in the kitchen doing some of that girl talk that Denver did his best to stay out of.
Sara had even gone out with Denver's friend Jack a few times but that went nowhere, Jack normally very quickly bedded any female he dated but he ran into one of those women that were not that easy in Sara.
He knew that even though Sara normally dressed to attract. She had it in her head that her breasts were her best feature so often the upper portion of her bra was showing.
She was also extremely selective in men friends, although her flirtatious manner may have caused some to think otherwise.
Jack had taken one look at her when they were introduced and instantly went into his now familiar charming mannerisms.
No doubt Jack was a bit of a horn dog, everyone took that in stride, they were used to him.
Denver was reasonably sure that Jack struck out with Sara, he overheard one of the girl's conversations about that one day. Sara was giggling about Jack coming out of the shower when she was over there one, making it obvious what he had planned.
".....in just a towel and I could see he is like a danged horse, let me tell you. But I don't like pushy men much so I told him no." He heard Sara tell Dorothy.
"Really? Maybe you should have given it a try?" Dorothy giggled.
Then they spotted Denver and suddenly were talking about a new diet they had heard of.
Denver was used to the two of them sitting in there laughing about everything so he thought nothing of that.
But why would Dorothy say that she was talking with Sara when she could not have been? Not one time that he could think of had Dorothy ever been untruthful to him?
That made no sense at all.
"That was really good, honey. Thanks for fixing dinner." Dorothy told him as he cleaned up the table. They sat and watched some TV, then when it was bedtime Dorothy reached out for him with all of the signs that were so familiar.
This was another rare event, normally when in the mood he was the one to reach for her, finding her typically quite willing.
Denver certainly had no cause to complain about that part, Dorothy was more matronly now than she was when she was much younger, but still in far better shape than most women her age.
Even her close to perfect breasts had not settled a lot, and he loved the softness of the full mass of pubic hair she left untouched.
One unique portion of their lovemaking was when she touched him, the few brief experiences he had known in his life were of women that used one hand, pumping up and down.
Not Dorothy, she used both hands and briskly slid her palms back and forth, rolling his erection between her palms.
Plus she stuck her tongue out when she did that, which Denver got a kick out of.
That sensation was always incredible, plus she was usually sitting cross legged and exposed when she did it, knowing that Denver delighted in seeing her like that.
When she would lean forward and suckle his nipple gently into her mouth, that was her sign of being wet and fully ready.
The actual sex act nearly always was far more brief than the playing and teasing part, Denver was pleased in that part of their lives and it had never really changed much.
