This got me angry and I knee-jerk countered "We don't have an open marriage and don't you dare to fuck around on me!"
"Oh, so it's just you who have the right to fuck around? Sorry, I can't accept that. If you want to fuck around, we have to get a divorce. Of course, I would seek sole custody for our children because I don't want them exposed to your new lifestyle."
I looked at him. He mentioned the word d.... I don't want a divorce and of course I don't want our children hurt and I tried to tell him so. "I don't want a divorce and I don't fuck around. You are all I need and want." As he had already mentioned the children, I tried to bring them in in my favour. "Please, what will a divorce do to our children."
"Don't you dare mention our children! Did you think about our children when you spread your legs for the asshole? Did you think what your cheating means for our marriage and further for our children? Did your asshole think about what he is doing to our children? I don't think so. So don't try to blame me!"
Well, that didn't go well. To be honest, I didn't really think about them when I was with Marc. But of course, I couldn't tell Jim. This discussion didn't go well, so defensively I tried another route.
"Okay, you see this differently, but I really love you. Let's just forget the last night and continue with our life." Of course, I wouldn't forget my night with Marc and remember it for the rest of my life, but as I saw it, I would never be able to talk about it with Jim or even mention it in front of him.
"Oh, now you want to forget this night where you humiliated me in front of our so-called friends? Will they forget the night too? Will they respect me the same after you abandoned me to fuck the asshole? Will the people respect me after they saw how little respect my own wife has for me?"
"Our friends are still our friends, and they will respect you no matter what happened last night, I'll assure that. And what other people? No one needs to know what happened, so it won't affect us in any way."
He looked at me surprised for several seconds. "Nobody has to know about it? Well, then tell my how we explain this." With that he turned the tablet facing me and it showed a Facebook page. At first, I saw just a few pictures and he opened the first of the series. I got a shock when I saw myself dancing in a tight embrace with Marc. While he scrolled through the pictures, I got ashamed. Marc and I looked like a loving couple in the pictures and in one picture he had his hand clearly on my ass. I didn't even remember that. For the first time I thought I knew what Jim felt when he saw me like this. What hurt me more were the caption and comments to the pictures: 'Marcs new slut.' 'The next conquest' and many more not really nice ones.
"Tell me how explain this to our friends, to our parents and to our children?" He asked with a lot of anger and to be honest, I somehow could understand it.
However, I tried to play it down. "Ok, this looks bad, but the pictures just show us dancing, ok a little bit inappropriate, but just dancing. Nothing we have to worry about."
I saw more anger rising in his face and he switched to another tab in the browser and what it showed was a video on Youtube. At first, I didn't know what exactly I was seeing, but when I looked closer, I got a shock. It showed Marc's house from far away and it showed two people fucking inside. Because of the size you could guess it was Marc, but luckily the woman wasn't recognizable. But I knew exactly who the woman was. It was me who was fucking Marc. It seems people from the crowd took videos and posted it online. Shit, I didn't think of that back then. I never thought of him seeing me getting fucked by Marc and I definitely didn't want him to see it.
"Tell me, how do you explain this and similar videos to our family? I know, you aren't identified in the videos I've seen so far. But with the timeline you can clearly reason who this slut is! The question is; what will you tell when asked? How will I face people? And one more question, will I find a clear video in high definition on Youporn? What do you expect me to do then?"
I just sat back. I couldn't think clearly anymore and saw my life crumble away.
We sat opposite each other for several minutes without saying a word. I didn't know what to say. The last night should be just an adventure for me I could remember for the rest of my life without much impact on my family. With these pictures and videos there could be future problems. I didn't see what I did the night before as wrong, I just didn't want to have it influence my family.
"The children are at my parents until tomorrow and we will pick them up in the afternoon. I've been told your parents will be there as well. You have to think about how to face our families and about the future." With that he stood up and went into the kitchen.
As I felt getting tired - well I didn't get much sleep last night - I stood up and went up to our bedroom. When I tried to enter the door was locked with a new lock. I called down at Jim and asked why our bedroom is locked.
"When you left with the asshole last night you lost the right to sleep in our bed. You didn't give a fuck about our marriage, and I don't expect you to sleep with someone you don't care about. Therefore, I moved all your things into the guest bedroom where you will sleep for the foreseeable future. Of course, you could move in with asshole if you wish. You preferred him yesterday over me."
Too tired and mentally exhausted I didn't try to argue with him and went to the guest room. He really had put all my stuff in it, not only my clothes, even all my shoes and my bathroom products were put on the floor and the bed. Luckily, he didn't just throw it in, but he surely didn't take much care.
I emptied the bed and lay down and thought about what happened in the last 24 hours. I was a happily married woman on Friday evening. I had amazing sex with a famous player what shouldn't impact my life that much, just an adventure for me. Now I'm still married but not happily anymore. I mean, I knew my feelings for Jim haven't changed but his feelings toward me
have
. I wasn't so sure anymore my marriage will survive. In my opinion Jim thinks too much about this night, even with the pictures and videos. They weren't planned and I thought it would have been easier for him to forgive without their existence.
I soon fell asleep and woke up in the afternoon several hours later. I took a shower in the bathroom attached to the guest bedroom. It wasn't spacious and luxurious as our main bath but would have to do for the time being. I cleaned up thoroughly to have no trace of Marc, dressed and relaxed to face Jim again.
He was sitting in the dining room and had his tablet in front of him. But I couldn't see what he was looking at. While making a cup of tea for myself I thought how to bring up our problem and dispel his doubts about my love for him.
Before I start the conversation he simply said: "Dee called on the house phone. It seems you still have your phone turned off from last night so that nobody could disturb your fantastic and memorable night. I told her I don't want to hear from and see her again because she helped destroying our marriage. I don't want to see the others either because no one cared for me like real friends should. I can't stop you from talking with your best buddy, but I don't want them in my house again." With that he stood up, went out of the house and drove away without another word.
I just sat there and looked at the closed door with tears starting in my eyes. After I pulled myself together I walked back into 'my' room and picked up my phone. It was silenced and in flight-mode but I couldn't remember doing it.
I called Dee and she immediately answered "Oh my god, Linda, I tried to call you several times today. Did you just come home from your night? Tell me, how was it? How was Marc, tell me."
"Slow down Dee. I don't remember turning my mobile phone in silent mode, but I didn't hear it. No, I came home in the morning, but had to sleep for a few hours because of the intense night." The last part I said snickering. "However, the night itself was phenomenal, it was one of the most if not the most intense sexual experience of my life. Marc played my body to full satisfaction. He really is a fantastic lover."
Dee interrupted. "Oh my gosh, I knew it. So, his reputation is true. We have to meet personally, and you have to tell my all details."
Then she mentioned the sore point. "What about Jim? Did he cool down yet? He wasn't happy when he left us and said a few hurtful words to all of us, especially to me. And he didn't sound happy when I called the landline. What happened when you returned?"
"Well, that's the bad news. He is still very angry and said very disturbing things and called me a slut. He locked me out of the bedroom and I'm sleeping in our guest room for I don't know how long with all my things and he even mentioned divorce." With that my tears started again.
"Oh shit, he is really stubborn. Did his little ego really take this big hit?" she said. "Maybe Dave can calm him the next time they meet."
I just said "I don't think that's a good idea at the moment. He doesn't want to see anyone from our group as he doesn't see you as friends anymore."
After a short chit-chat we ended the call and I started cleaning up the room as I didn't know how long it would be my room. I thought what we would tell our children why I was sleeping in the guest room. At the usual time I started to prepare dinner even as Jim wasn't home yet, and I didn't know when he would come home. Or if he would come home at all. This thought made me sad all over again.
I waited a long time for Jim but finally had a small dinner alone. Even though I hadn't eaten much since Friday I didn't have any appetite. Late at night when I had already retreaded to my room Jim came home. He didn't acknowledge me and I expected him to be drunk, but all I saw in his face was sadness.
This was not how I expected our night this weekend. I expected some fight but had hoped Jim would at least reclaim my body. Talking about my night with Marc and maybe share with Jim my happiness with it might have been too much to expect.
After a long, mainly sleepless, night, I wanted to prepare a breakfast for Jim and me in the morning but realized he had been up already. A short check on his car confirmed he was already out of the house. I ate breakfast alone and thought about the next steps. We had to pick up our children in the afternoon, but I didn't know what to expect. Will Jim tell our parents about my night with Marc? What would they think of me? That was the first time I thought that not all people would be ok with my behavior.
Jim came home shortly after lunch time and got changed without telling me where he had been. I felt a little bit angry at him for not telling me what he had been up to. But I didn't dare tell him that.
We didn't speak while driving to his parents, and I didn't ask him what he would tell our parents. There he enclosed our children in a tight hug that lasted longer than normally. Then he greeted our parents. Of course, they asked about our weekend and Jim just answered "Very memorable". He turned away from our parents and I could see him get teary-eyed. Both set of parents looked surprised but let it slide for the moment. Sometime later I walked into the kitchen and my mother followed.
"What the hell is going on, Linda?" my mother asked me. I asked innocently "What do you mean?"
"Don't play stupid. You both have been here for one hour and you never touched each other. Normally you touch each other every few minutes but today not once. Jim especially seems to keep his distance from you. What happened this weekend?"
I continued to play naive "I don't know what you mean."
"Linda! I saw the pictures on Facebook. I really hope they show the worst of what happened, but from your reaction I think there is more. You know your dad and I love both of you and we think of Jim as our son. I hope you didn't do something to damage your marriage."
She looked me in the eyes for several seconds. I tried to stay cool, but my mother of course knew me. "Oh my goodness, you really fucked up this weekend. I don't know what you did and I don't really want to know, but now I have an idea. Whatever you did, you are our daughter, but we will have to think about Jim and your children too."
I rushed into the bathroom to calm down. I had tears in my eyes - again. How can I face my parents, especially my mom, again? How can I explain that this night doesn't mean anything? How can I explain it was just something I wanted to experience?
After I calmed down enough, I joined the others in the living room but kept my distance. I watched my mother and mother-in-law talking together a few times and felt ashamed but didn't really know why.
Shortly after we drove back home with our children. In the car they continued talking about their weekend and I was happy about the diversion.
At home Jim explained our children that their mother is sleeping in the guest room because of some sleeping problems and they accepted it without further notice.
