Dorothy got home more than two hours earlier than normal. It gave her time, she needed to clean up, compose herself.
She wanted dinner ready when Denver got home at 5:30.
In the shower, her mind drifted to Jack, and the way it had been.
Jack had professed to love her, saying he always had. She now knew deep down inside that he did not.
How many women had Jack dated, been with? Dorothy didn't know, not for sure but it was a lot. She tried to think of all of the ones she had seen him with, but couldn't come up with a number.
More than two dozen over the years, for sure.
As the screaming hot water flowed over her naked body, Dorothy thought of that conversation she had with her friend Sara a long time ago.
Sara had refused the man's advances, mentioning how large he was with a giggle.
Yet he didn't seem that large, just different? Her husband Denver was easily the same size, perhaps a shade bigger?
She shook her head to clear her thoughts, turned off the water.
"What in the world is wrong with me?" She thought to herself.
She had mustered every bit of courage she had in herself to just go over to Jack's place and basically throw herself at the man.
Expecting? The "something" that had always been there in the background, the missing piece that might make her feel complete?
It had been no different, not really. Jack had taken his time removing her clothing. There had been a flash of modesty as he pressed her legs open, then mashed his face to her loins.
He had already done that once before, then stopped. She was not sure why he had stopped, then her thoughts had shifted rapidly from the urges of desire and blind lust to shame.
It had felt good, of course, as she lay there allowing it. Denver did touch her there and a lot with his fingers, but just refused anything else.
But even good, Jack was using too much pressure, every time she felt something start to happen it slid from her mind's grasp.
The huge pleasure she expected, the sensation of being completely lost in the moment so well described by some of her girl friends did not arrive.
Then Jack had slid himself upwards, she felt his penis probing, seeking her entrance. For just a moment she had nearly screamed out in protest but then she felt him slip inside.
It was done then, her body fell limp, then began to respond like it always did. Exactly like it always did. Finally her mind drifted to Denver, she felt her body relax and then the small orgasm poured over her.
Jack lasted a long time, far longer than her husband Denver ever did. Towards the last she had felt her mind wandering off, and she was hoping he would finish, climax and get it over with.
When he did stiffen, and she felt him flood her with his semen, it was almost a relief.
"That was wonderful!" Jack told her as he went limp and she slid out of her.
Dorothy rolled of of the bed, went into the bathroom, cleaned herself as best she could.
Coming back out, she began to quickly dress. All she could think of was to get home where things were familiar, safe.
Away from here, she now knew she should never have come here.
Jack lay there on his side, naked, watching her. His slick looking penis hung limply, almost obscene.
She turned her back so he could not see her as she tugged up her panties, then slipped on her bra.
"You know, if we are careful, Denver will never know. This can be a regular thing." Jack said, now sitting up.
He reached for her but she pulled away.
"One time, I told you. This can never happen again, I made a mistake." She told him.
Jack didn't answer, he just lay back against the bed.
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Once back home where she felt safe Dorothy started dinner. A nice meat loaf, she used her mother's trick of filling it with several layers of cheese. Some Peas, fresh frozen were quick and easy, Denver really liked those. Add in a baked Potato, oven baked the way he liked them, first in foil then butter the outside and unwrap them to finish them so the peeling was nice and crisp.
At a quarter to six she went and looked out the window, no sign of her husband. Back in the kitchen, she turned down the temperature to keep it all warm.
By eight PM she was sitting in the living room, her body wracked with sobs.
She knew Denver was not coming home now. How he knew about what had happened, she had no idea but she was sure that now he did.
The phone rang and she leaped for it, knocking the little stand the charger sat on off onto the floor.
"Where are you?" She said the moment she pushed the button.
"What? This is Sara. What's the matter?" Her friend asked.
"It's Denver. He isn't home yet, I think he left me!" Dorothy wailed.
"Dorothy! Calm down! What is going on? I thought you guys were...oh. Oh God! You didn't...?"
Dorothy was crying so furiously that she could not talk.
"I'm coming over there." Sara said, hanging up the phone.
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It was just after 4 in the afternoon when the phone in Denver's office rang. He listened to what the man had to say.
"Sorry, Bud. I will send you the photos and tapes in the morning." Were the last words the man had to say.
The motel Denver checked into was on the seedy side, it was his 2nd try. The first place would not rent him a room since he had no luggage at all.
The one he was in now didn't give a shit, they were used to renting a room sometimes two, even three times in the same night.
"Checkout is at 11, or it's another night, OK? Do ya want a girl, or do ya got one already?"
Denver just shook his head. The clerk shrugged.
Denver went inside the dingy smelly room, sat on the bed. He was still sitting there when the Sun came up.
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"So what did your wife have to say when you talked to her about it?" The lawyer he had found in the yellow pages asked him.
The man had glanced at the photos, looked over the notes from the detective, and listened to some of the tape recordings.
"I haven't talked to her, she keeps calling but I haven't answered."
"Why not? That is usually what is wrong in cases like this, you might try and thrash things out."
"She went and screwed my best friend! She LIED to me, what is there to talk about?" Denver asked angrily.
"Maybe something like two kids, sure, they are grown but that's family. Then what you tell me was a happy marriage? Are you telling me you don't love the woman, just like that?"
"I guess I do, it's just that...."
"Just what? Tell me this, how many times have you gotten some strange stuff since you have been married? Most of the time.....?"
"I...just once, and I don't even know what happened. It wasn't like that..."
"Does your wife know about that?"
"Yes." Denver told him.
"That complicates things, if she puts up a fight she can really cause problems."
