"Hi Baby, I'm home" she shouted as she came through the door at two o'clock in the morning.
All I could do is cringe. You see just a mere twelve hours earlier I was helping her in the bathroom while she was soaking in the tub. I had the sponge and I was gently washing her body with the turquoise scented bath oil beads that saturated the bath water. The oil had turned the scent of the sudsy foamy water into an aroma of a beautiful smelling foam. The glisten from her skin was really something to behold. Her auburn hair, her beautiful green eyes and her exquisitely chiseled body from her exercise routine made her goddess like here on earth.
I had helped her dress too. She had chosen the new silky red dress that I had never seen her in until that moment in time and she was especially beautiful. It has a low-cut back, just barely covering the top of her butt, a deep Vee in the front, stopping just beyond her navel and with a hem about four inches above her knee and with the deep-vee front she did not wear a bra either. She didn't need one anyway. This exposed her golden bronze tanned skin. Her breasts were naturally round shaped mounds of pure heaven with no sag. She also chose to wear her red nylon stay-up stockings. The stay up stockings were very pretty. The color of a red rose. No panty hose or panties for her either as she did not like to see panty lines through her sheer red dress. Her legs were the perfect shape for a woman and with just a hint of light from behind her it made her body visible. All she had on was her dress, the stockings and red stiletto heeled shoes. Overall, she was a vision of outstanding beauty.
I helped her apply her make up too. The lipstick was painted on with a soft brush, her eye make-up highlighted her naturally green eyes, the cheek make-up looked so natural that she merely glowed from within. She was the most beautiful woman in the world. But the only way she would let me taste her charms was by me "allowing" her to go on her dates.
This is the third time I had helped her get ready for her date. Each time she wore something more daring. Each time she had me wanting to take her before her date so she could wear me, even if it was inside her. Each time I was denied. She would not allow me to take her before the dates and rarely after her date. She always had me in such agony. She had me wishing it were me, not him going out with her. I could take the glances other men gave her as long as I were there to protect her, but there was absolutely nothing I could do now, she was theirs. Her will to do this was strong. So strong that she flat out right told me that if I did not allow her to do this, I would never get another sampling of her delights ever again. As it was, I could only wait for her return with the hopes of getting "my reward" as she put it when she got home. Even that would be limited to how high she was from the date. If she was on cloud nine, I might get a sampling. If she was tired, my advances were to be put on hold.
When she finally did arrive home this time, as with the first two times, she was on cloud nine. Apparently, her "date" had treated her nicely. She could not wait for her "show and tell" as she puts it. She would ever so slowly remove her shoes, stockings and evening gown to keep me in suspense. She would make me hang the dress up to keep it fresh and new like. I had to keep the stocking nicely rolled up to keep any wrinkles from forming. I noticed the cleanly shaven mound that was not that way when she left earlier leaving no doubt in my mind that she had been taken by her date.
I could smell the pungent odor of his semen which replaced the aroma she wore before her date on her body. I saw the love bites he left on her which only reinforced the fact she had him on and in her body. I was at a loss for what to do. I was dumbfounded by the fact that I had again intentionally prepared her for the rendezvous she was to encounter. She did not do this very often. In fact, just a year ago this would never have played out. Just a year ago we had celebrated our second wedding anniversary. Just a year ago I was her only man. Just a year ago...Oh how I long for that time.
Then a month later she hit me with the ultimatum. Allow her to do this or never again was I to sample her delights. I reluctantly agreed. I wish I had never agreed to this. Her boss was the first. One of her coworkers was the second. Both of which I had never met. But this time it was a very successful so-called friend of mine. It had been only every other month but it appeared to me she was planning it more and more instead of planning her time to be with me. To me, at least I felt, she was turning me into a reluctant cuckold. I got my first set of horns when her boss took her out for an evening of dancing and intimacy at his exclusive club. One of her co-workers hung the horns on me the second time only two months later. She knew of him at work but her employer had formally introduced them at the dance. She immediately knew she was going to have him. And have him she did. Then my so-called friend called my home out of the blue just four weeks later and invited her out. She accepted, much to my chagrin. As it turns out she had met him too at the dance with her employer. I was starting to second guess my man hood.
While she was out, for the third time, I planned a late-night reunion for her that I thought at the time that she deserved. It was time to take my horns off for good, just get rid of them. I could not take the embarrassment of those three fateful nights.
My first thought was to just take a gun and blow my brains all over our marriage bed, but I rightly figured that would hurt me physically to match the pain I had mentally. The second option was to take her life and then mine so that it would end it for everyone, but even that might hurt me physically and I really did not want to die just yet. I knew the third option must be the right one when she came bouncing into the apartment all hyped up from her date with my now ex-friend.
I would get everything I owned removed from my home, slowly. I would compile a list of things I know I needed to do for the up and coming split. I would get all my finances in order. I would contact a divorce lawyer that I could trust to do the right thing. As it is, a female divorce lawyer seems to be the best, especially if she too had been cheated on also.
The divorce attorney informed me that I needed to get proof of the liaison with her boss and the other employee. If possible, encourage her to go on another date with them. It would make a bigger impact if they both went at the same time. Then the harder part of this was to encourage my so-called friend to ask her out again. You see, all three of the men were married. Only her boss had married into money.
When she came in from her last date and as she was dressing down from it, she commenced to telling me how her evening went.