Fools In Love

Authors note: Love is strange, it can make us all do strange things, makings fools of us all. If you are looking for a btb story then give this story a pass. For the rest of you, enjoy.

I was having a shitty day. My boss was unhappy with my sales numbers. Some of my clients were cancelling orders and the company that recently hired me was going down the tubes.

Last night my wife and I had a fight over something totally stupid and insignificant. We seemed to be doing a lot of that lately.

To make this sound even more like a country song, my truck's engine gave up the ghost this morning on the way to the office.

Shortly after the lunch hour I developed a massive headache and I started to feel feverish and my throat hurt. I told the boss I was sick and heading home.

I took the train home. There is nice little park near the terminal so I decided to take a walk through it to calm myself down.

There are some beautiful trees along the trails in this park and there is a nice play area for the kids.

As I passed the playground I saw a woman sitting on a bench beside a man, this wasn't unusual, I noticed because the woman happened to be my wife.

Naturally I did a double take.I couldn't make out a lot of details from this distance but I was reluctant to get closer and be seen. I used the camera on my phone to zoom in and yes, it was Ellen. I didn't recognize the man. They sat and talked, laughing occasionally and looking over to the playground frequently. I snapped a few photos.

Suddenly I realized how I would appear to people. A lone man using his phone to take photos around a kids playground. Yeah, even I would have reported me to the authorities, so I moved on. I circled back in time to see them get up and a little preschool aged girl walk towards the parking lot. The girl held Ellen's hand and the man held Ellen's hand.

What was I supposed to make of all this? My imagination could run wild with a number of fanciful explanations but the most obvious one was that Ellen was having some kind of affair with this man.

They got in their vehicle and drove away. I wished that my damn truck hadn't failed me or I'd have tailed them.

I caught a bus home. Ellen was home when I got there.

"You're home early Jim."

"Not feeling great, headache, sore throat and fever."

"How were your sales numbers today?"

"You too? My boss already chewed me out. The truck passed away and gone to the great parking lot in the sky, in case you're wondering. I had to take the train. How was your day Ellen?"

"It was okay, I finished my stuff by noon so I went for a walk in the park."

"Nice day for it. I'm going to go to bed."

"I'll make you some tea."

I fell asleep almost immediately. When I woke up I felt much worse. It was either flu or covid, so I tested...negative, thank goodness.

The tea Ellen left for me was cold but I drank it anyway. The whole park episode had me confused. Who the hell was this guy?

Ellen and I had our arguments, who doesn't after many years of marriage? We just seemed to know how to push each other's buttons. We could go from happy and contented to mean spirited and angry in a heartbeat. The thoughts that she might be having an affair seemed ridiculous on the surface but we haven't exactly been on the same page recently.

I called the office in the morning to let them know I was still sick. I fired up my laptop and put the photos I took of Ellen and the guy at the park into a search engine. I was hoping I might get a match. There were a few that looked similar. I narrowed it down by geography and I thought I had a match. Phil Peters.

My mechanic called to tell me my old truck had been given the last rites. He offered to trade for a three year newer Chevy square body, it would only cost me just over a grand. I agreed to the trade.

I felt like shit but I needed my wheels.

"You're in no condition to go anywhere, Jim."

"I'll put on a mask and get my truck and come back home."

"Don't be stupid, you're sick."

"I won't be long, promise."

I let out a great tuberculin bark, donned a mask and ordered an Uber ride.

The new/old truck was great, it had a little rust but for a vintage truck it was in pretty decent condition.

I looked up Phil Peter's address. He had a nice brick bungalow on a street just a few blocks from our house. I had picked up a burger and fries and ate in the truck as I watched the house.

So what was my plan? I had no plan, I just wanted to see if Phil would step out for a walk or maybe Ellen would come by.

I finally saw Phil go out on his porch to check the mail box. It was definitely the guy I saw with Ellen in the park.

I wiped the burger grease from my fingers and drove back to the house. I crawled back into bed and fell asleep.

It was late afternoon that I was awakened by Ellen coming through the front door.

"Hey Ellen, where'd you go?"

"Shopping, I'm going to make you some chicken soup."

"You are a saint! Such a virtuous wife."

"How are you feeling?"

"Like death warmed over."

"You look like it too."

"Thanks for the morale boost."

I wanted to bring up the park incident or maybe casually drop Phil's name to see her reaction. My poor flu-clogged brain was incapable of doing it well, so I put it off again.

The chicken soup was great and it made me feel better. I begged Ellen for a hug but she demurred.

"I don't want your disease! No hugging. In fact you can sleep on the couch tonight."

Great, yet another night alone. How could I start winning my wife back if she won't even sleep in the same room with me.

I felt a bit better but the headaches held on. Thank the Lord they have pills for that.

I called in sick again today but gave them hope that tomorrow's another day.

I went to a private investigators office to talk about finding out the truth about Phil and Ellen.

What I found out was it is very expensive! The library had a couple of books about sleuthing and how to do it. It was time for me to get in touch with my inner Humphrey Bogart. The book had some great ideas. There was a store downtown that sold spy cameras and trackers. It cost me damn near as much for that equipment as it did for my truck.

I set up a stealth camera in the bedroom. Another in the living room. A more obvious security style camera outside and in our front hall. I had a stealthier one at the back door.

"What's with the security cameras?" Asked Ellen.

"There have been a few break ins lately and I wanted to set up some security, it's mostly for insurance purposes."

She shook her head but she also gave me a look that said she was suspicious about my motives. I suspected she would be mighty careful if she was cheating.

Now that I was feeling a bit better I put my second plan into action.

"Ellen, you've been great nursing me through this bug. I need some exercise and fresh air. Why don't I take you down to the park for a walk after lunch. Maybe I'll take you out to dinner."

"Wow, what's gotten into you, Jim?"

"You have been a saint to me the past while, so loving and understanding, I just wanted to return the love."

Okay, if some of you are gagging right now, I don't blame you. There was method in my madness. She had been good to me but I thought this might get her to question the wisdom of stepping out on me.

We drove down to the waterfront park near the train station and we walked the trails. The fresh air had revitalized me. I felt great. I took her hand and we walked for quite a while. We looped back. We stood and watched the waves come in.

"We should do this more often Jim, this is good."

"It sure is."

We got back to the main area and I couldn't help but notice that Phil and his daughter were at the children's play area.

I ensured that we passed right in front of the bench that Phil was sitting on. We stopped walking not very far away and watched the children play.

"We should have our own someday, Ellen."

I took her in my arms and kissed her. She was not ready for it and she damn near pulled back. This was what I wanted...Phil needed to know the she was married, taken and he was a home wrecker.

"Jim, we're in public!"

"Sorry, the thoughts of us having a family of our own just made me impulsive. Let's go have dinner."

I took her to our favourite steak house for a wonderful meal. We talked and laughed and enjoyed ourselves. I suggested taking in a movie, she suggested going home.

That night we made love for the first time in probably a month. It was a long and drawn out session of increasingly hot sex.

Mission accomplished. Two objectives were reached, I put Phil on notice and I gave my wife something to think about. I really did love her and maybe I did need to step up my game a little.

I returned to work and little had changed. I had started looking for a new job since this company was a step or two away from closing their doors. I worked late though, my sales numbers were down and needed to put in the effort.

I got home tired and Ellen seemed exhausted too.

"Looks like we both should turn in early tonight."

"Okay, no sex though. You wore me out last night."

I went into my small home office and downloaded the security camera recordings.

The front hall camera showed that just after lunch hour, Phil is at the door. Ellen talks to him and she closes the door back up.

The hidden camera captures him coming in the back door. He has his daughter with him. They make sure they avoid the front hall camera and set up the TV for Phil's daughter.

Minutes later they are back in the bedroom stripping off their clothes and climbing into bed.

I stopped playback. I was angry and shaking. I was right, she was cheating. Once I calmed myself I turned the playback on and put on a pair of earbuds to listen.

"What was all that at the beach? I thought you guys were estranged?"

"No, we fight a lot and days like yesterday don't happen very often. Jim can be so sweet when he wants to be, it's just so rare."

"So I'm just your guy on the side?"

"You were there for me to fill the gap when Jim wasn't. I love Jim, I would likely never have started this with you if he had simply been more present."

"So it's all his fault?"

"No, I didn't say or mean that. You have become a very attractive temptation for me."

"And you for me."

What happened next wasn't even close to love making, it was raw, animal rutting. It reminded me of a video I once saw of pigs rutting. It was fast, almost violent and it was over moments after it began.

He sat on the edge of the bed and then stood to walk to the en suite bathroom. I had wondered what she saw in Phil. He was not particularly handsome, he was fit but not in a heavily muscled way. When he stood up I could see the attraction. His cock hung limp, closer to his knees than his crotch. Thanks to the high definition camera I could even see his cum mixed with Ellen's juices dripping off his member.

That did it I gagged and threw up into the garbage can beside my desk. Now that the evidence was plain and right before my eyes I had some hard choices to make.

I listened to their pillow-talk again. She wasn't wrong about our relationship. We had been present physically but often emotionally distant. I couldn't remember a time she 'needed' me and I wasn't there, but that was her perception.

She was right again when she said it was as much her fault as mine. What I had seen in the video was not an expression of love, it was simply animal lust. Rutting for it's own sake.

Choices, I could divorce her. I had enough evidence to justify it morally. But I would be hurting myself as much as I would her. I loved her and even if I had taken her for granted she was still the most important person in the world to me.

I was too angry to simply confront her and then forgive.

I didn't know how long the affair had been happening but it seemed like it wasn't something new.

I needed time to think.

I needed to remain calm and not confrontational. If there was to be a reckoning I wanted it on my terms, when I was ready.

I stepped out of my little office. Ellen was just getting into bed. I got in beside her and spooned with her.

"Please, no sex."

"I don't want sex tonight, I just want to hold you."

She turned and gave me a kiss and wriggled into my body. I couldn't help myself, the wriggling made my cock hard and it was resting between her butt cheeks.

"For a guy who doesn't want sex you're awfully hard right now."

"It's the proximity to that sweet sexy ass if yours. You know my dick has a mind of its own."

"Well, if it has a mind to enjoy himself down there I guess he is more than welcome."

This was unplanned but she was actually grinding against me. She pulled up her nightgown and I pulled off my boxers. She was really ready for me, I slipped my cock into her pussy and we began making love.

The images of the video came rushing into my mind. And it happened in this very bed!

I pulled out of her after having a panic attack.

"Are you alright, honey? What's wrong?"

"I'll be okay, give me second."

After a few deep breaths I tried to enter her again but missed. I came up short but she was so wet my glans slipped into her anus.

She gasped, I started to pull back but she slowly pressed against my cock until it was inside her. This was new, something we had never done, she had never shown any inclination in this direction.

I was highly charged up and started rutting her ass like Phil rutted her pussy.

"No, stop, don't fuck me like that, make love to me. Oh God, I love you so much, Jim!"

I came hard inside her and she cooed like a dove.

"I don't know what's got into you honey but I love it."

"You, are the reason. The shittier life gets the more I realize just how much you mean to me. If I was to ever lose you I don't think I could survive. You are the reason I get up every morning and work. Without you I'd be nothing."

Again, what I said was gag worthy but in my post-coital bliss I should be excused.

She replied,"But we've been so distant lately, why now?"

"Maybe it's just intuition. I get the feeling that I'm hanging by a thread. That our marriage is not as strong as either of us wish it was. Maybe it's because I fear someone else could easily replace me in your world."

I had to be careful, I was getting far too loquacious for my own good.

"No one could replace you, Jim. I really wish we could communicate better and be more consistent but even as it is. I'd never give up on us."

The term for what I was experiencing at that moment was consonant dissonance. Two conflicting ideas. The affair with Phil and her claims of loving me seemed mutually exclusive. I didn't know what to make of it.

We slept holding each other close that night.

I checked our calendar for upcoming appointments and saw a nice one week slot with no commitments. I booked us in for an all inclusive resort in the Caribbean.

That evening I went into my office and checked the video cameras. Phil showed up at the back door, Ellen let him in, they sat at the kitchen table. I put in the ear buds and listened.

"Phil, I don't know what is happening with Jim, he has turned around 180 degrees."

"Is it an honest turn around or what?"

"It sure seems like it."

"Maybe he knows about us."

"No, if he did, I don't know what he'd do. He loves me but it would be hard for him not to divorce me. I couldn't bear him divorcing me. I love him so much. He would also probably kill you!"

"So why fuck around with me?"

"I was there to support you when your wife died. You've been there for me when I needed a shoulder to cry on. It was only natural that with my husband not paying any attention to me and you being so lonely that we would get together physically.

It's only been twice."

"You want to end it, Ellen?"

"Yes, we should."

"But will we? Can we really stop?"

At that point in the video Phil unzips and pulls out his semi erect cock and strokes it in front of Ellen.

Ellen watches him, mesmerized. His cock at full erection is fucking enormous. He continues to jerk off.

"I can't stop, Ellen. I know you want to, but you want this, need this as much as I do. Take it Ellen, make it yours."

I had to admit, Phil was fucking good at this and I could see how Ellen could be drawn in so easily.

"This is the last time."

Ellen took hold of his cock with two hands, there would have been room for a third hand if she had three. She jerked him, spit on his cock to lubricate it, she wasn't slow or gentle. When he was obviously close to cumming she took his cock head into her mouth and he came. The ejaculate spilling out of her mouth and lips, covering his cock.

"I can't do that again. It's over, Phil."

"It'll be over when I say it's over. You're addicted to this cock."

He got up and left and Ellen sat at the kitchen table and wept. I had never seen her so broken.

I came out of my office after closing that video and walked over to Ellen and hugged her from behind. She was working at the stove.

"Dinner will be ready in ten minutes."

I kissed her neck, one of her very sensitive erogenous zones.

"Not now, Jim. My goodness you're eager these days."

"You make me this way. I love you."

We ate dinner and afterwards I presented her with the airline tickets and a promotional piece from the resort.

"This is fantastic! What's the occasion? We haven't been away together in years."

"That's the reason, it's about time we got away from here and cut loose."

I saw tears form in Ellen's eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't deserve this."

"What do you mean, of course you do."

"No, damn it I don't!"

"What?"

"I don't understand why you are being so nice to me. It isn't like this has been a gradual change, we have gone from arguing, fighting and ignoring each other when weren't fighting to being kind and loving to each other. It isn't because I changed. You aren't acting the way you normally do."

"I simply came to realize that if I didn't start treating you the way you deserved to be treated by a loving husband, I could lose you."

"What made you think you'd lose me?"

"I know you've tried to be careful but I know that you have been emotionally tied to another man. For a long time the two of you were harmless flirting. I know it has gone well beyond that.

"You're imagining things."

"I know about Phil."

Dead silence filled the room..

"How did you know?"

"I saw the three of you that that day I came home sick. I walked in the park and saw you guys together. It scared me. I had the security cameras set up to monitor what happened in the house. I'm sorry for the breach of privacy but I had to know."

"What did you see?"

"You and Phil fucking fast and hard on our bed and you jerking him off in the kitchen."

"Oh my God Jim, no!" She screamed.

"Yes, it made me sick, physically sick. I knew about it but didn't know what to do."

"You must hate me!"

"No, I love you. You asked why I've been more attentive to you, seeing you like that made me fear that I had already lost you."

"No, it was a horrible mistake, I couldn't do that to us."

"But you could happily have sex with him? Share deep thoughts and dreams with him? Cut me out of discussing your plans and worst of all not coming to me to try to reconnect. Damn it, Ellen!"

"I admit I gave up on trying anymore. We just fought, rarely talked and had rarely had sex anymore. Phil helped me. He lost his wife, I helped him with that. I'm sorry we got too close. What do you plan to do, leave me?"

I just bought airline tickets and reserved a resort for two. Does that sound like I'm leaving to you? I thought about divorce. It was my first thought. It was the nuclear option, mutual annihilation. It would hurt both of us. I thought about confronting you with what I knew. I wanted to make you hurt so bad because you hurt me. Then I considered that you and I were complicit in this. We both contributed to the breakdown of our relationship. It was bound to come to a head sooner or later. So if I was complicit in this then maybe I could do something to reverse the rot? I can't change history but I can change the present and the future."