I felt like shit. All I could think about was the fight we had last week. My lovely wife Sunita continued her affair with Geoff. It had been almost a year. My worst nightmare had materialized. What I thought would be just a few flings to spice up our sex lives turned into something she couldn't turn off. Now my Sunita was insatiable. She needed both of our cocks.
We'd been trying to have children now for 6 months but to no avail. I didn't want to see a doctor. I was afraid that it might be my problem. I feared facing the fact that I could not pass my genes to the next generation. There is something very primal, programmed into our psyche, and into our human biology which enables us to have such a strong desire to spread our genes. It's about propagation and survival. The most sought after and desirable characteristics are naturally passed on, and the weaker genes are flushed out of the human genome.
It all came back in living color as I was driving home from the airport.
"You selfish sonofabitch! You'd rather blame me than at least get this checked out by a doctor!"
"Cut the shit! How do you know it's me? I'm cumming gallons into you when we fuck, and you think I'm the problem? How about Geoff?"
"Leave him out of this! We had an agreement!" she yelled back.
This struck me like a sucker-punch. She's right. We both agreed to invite another person into our den. I knew I would hurt her permanently if I emphasized the point that it couldn't be my problem because Geoff had not been able to plant his seed in my wife's womb also. Had he or my wife been using birth-control? After all, we agreed that their affair was none of my business. Shit. This was getting complicated by the minute.
Ten minutes from home.
Fuck her. Why doesn't she get checked out? I'll pick up my stuff and spend the night at a motel. I need the space. Why me? Why did this get so complicated? Is there any way to work this out? She told me that she loved me. There must be a way...
I pulled into the garage. I was sweating bullets. I'm coming home 12 hours early. What if they're in our room right now? Shit. I felt an intense anger. Anger at my self for letting this whole game get out of hand. This is crazy. I'm angry but I want this to work out. I have to make this work out...we'll talk.
This game must end now. We have to be like we were. How things ever be the same again? I want a family.
I got out of the elevator. I walked to our penthouse. I quietly prayed as I slowly put the key in the hole and I turned it so I made absolutely no noise. The door clicked open. I didn't yell my customary greeting signaling my presence.
I smelled incense. My heart sunk. I felt weak. I slowly dropped by bags on the floor and sauntered into the main hallway. A sliver of soft light cut a path of light in the darkness of the hallway. I heard my wife's voice. Maybe she was on the phone?