How to Calm a Bull
As I walked into my home that Friday evening, I was beat. It had been a tough day at the end of a very long week. I and my team had been negotiating with an extremely difficult client. This morning, just when we thought we had hammered out a contract, John Elliott, their lead negotiator threw a wrench into the works. So, I spent the rest of the day and into the evening making sure his concerns were addressed, even if they weren't valid. To make a long story short I finally had the prick's signature on the contract at 6pm. "What a great way to start a weekend!" I thought to myself walking out. John and Excelsior Inc. had put me through the wringer all week. Now I faced the hour-long commute in traffic and I thought of nothing else other than enjoying a stiff drink and a good meal before relaxing in my hot tub with my wife Jodie. My name is Jason Kane by the way.
Instead of being greeted with the intoxicating aromas of dinner or a kiss at the door from my wife I find the kitchen dark and empty. I walked into the dimly lit living room to the sounds of soft music and found my wife slow dancing in the arms of another man. I shut down the sound system and cranked up the lights which surprised the couple. Jodie spun around and saw me standing in the doorway. "Jason, your home!" she exclaimed. I was livid! I saw her trepidation as she scrambled to formulate a plan in her head as obviously, this wasn't going the way she planned it.
"Honey," she looked me directly in the eyes, "I thought you'd be home at five. By the way this is Jack Watson. He's the man I told you about." Thankfully, she had the decency to avert her eyes and the betrayal they held as she looked down at the floor.
Then the asshole advanced, his hand extended to shake mine as he said, "Jason, I'm Jack! Jodie has told me a great deal about you!" I refused his hand and he finally dropped it. He stood there and watched me carefully to see if I planned to attack him. He had about two inches in height over my 6' and I guessed about 25 pounds on my 185lb frame. Where I was in shape with an average build, he was muscular and athletic. You could say we had reached a Mexican standoff of sorts until I spoke to Jodie.
"I have three questions. Why is HE here, why were you dancing with HIM that close in the dark in the middle of my living room and where the hell is dinner?" I shouted. Jack stepped forward to intervene and I know it sounds cliché but I literally told him, "Back off Jack!"
Jodie still unable to make eye contact with me said, "He's here because I invited him regarding what we had been discussing for the past two months. I thought that together we could persuade you this one time that it would be fun and harmless. We were just killing time because you are two hours late getting home. Finally, Jack and I were hungry so we ate and cleaned up." She said a bit smugly.
If my eyes were daggers both of them would be dead upon the floor. I said, "Jodie, look up at me! Jack, get out, NOW!" Jodie looked up at me and Jack hesitated before I went into the kitchen and grabbed my largest butcher knife and the cleaver. I came back in with murder in my eyes and said, "Jack, three seconds to hit the floor running out that front door!" He saw the seriousness of the situation and decided whatever she had planned to happen wasn't happening tonight nor was it worth the wrath of an irate husband so he flew out the door. I ran over and locked it before I went to the window and made sure he had indeed drove away. Then I thought, "perhaps they already had fucked" so I flew up the stairs and checked out all the beds. All were freshly made.
Jodie ran behind me, screaming, "Jason, what's gotten into you? You threatened a guest in our home, chasing him off with a knife and a cleaver and then you run up the stairs like a madman."
I grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her back on the bed. "What has gotten into me is that my supposedly loving and faithful wife brings her lover into my home where he eats my dinner and then is found seductively dancing with MY WIFE in the dark! As per to our discussion, I told you I'd think about it but no, you brought him here and thought he'd intimidate me into capitulation with the little plot you two cooked up at work so you two could sleep together. Although, I'd bet its already happened just not here in our house!"
Jodie started sobbing, "Jason, is that why you ran upstairs! To see if we had sex before you got home! How could you think that! For the record, I have not slept with Jack! I told you I wanted a one time, no holds barred threesome with another man. Yes, I want Jack included but that only happens with you! I thought if all three of us discussed it, then set some rules up then you might be comfortable enough to say yes and fulfill my fantasy of being made love to by two men. I told you that I'd reciprocate and do the same with a woman for you!"
As she cried, I looked her in the eyes and told her. "Jodie, you know damn well that I'm not nor do I anticipate that I'll be in a place to agree to something like this anytime soon, if ever! Instead of informing me so I'm not blindsided you bring that prick home unannounced. Then you sat him down at my table, you fed him MY dinner, you allowed HIM to drink my best liquor and the capper he was slow dancing in the dark with my wife, HE had his hands on your ass in MY living room and YOU allowed HIM those liberties. What am I to think?" Jodie sobbed louder I waited for he to calm down before I resumed.
"For your information, I was busy at work until six trying to earn a living for US! I finally got the contract that will make our year signed after a grueling week of negotiations and a snafu that cost me all day and I come home to this shit show! Get this through your thick head! I don't want a threesome with another woman I only want my wife and I want my wife to only want me! I'm satisfied with what I have, what we have, but I guess for you I'm just not enough to satisfy you! Fuck it!" I turned and headed out of the room and down the stairs with Jodie right behind me. I headed into the kitchen and grabbed my keys. As my hand hit the knob for the garage door Jodie screamed, "Where are you going! We need to talk! You've got it all wrong!"
I looked at her and said, "No, I need to eat! Since my wife decided to feed MY DINNER to her lover I need to go out! So, if you don't like it too fucking bad!" She fell to the floor in a puddle wracked with sobs as I went to the garage, opened the door, fired up the still warm engine and headed out. I drove downtown to the Hilton and checked into a room. Then I went down to the steakhouse for a meal. Having just ordered my meal the phone started to ring, it was Jodie. I ignored it and put it on vibrate.
The phone in my pocket vibrated numerous times before I pulled the battery so I could enjoy my meal in peace. After dinner, I went to the hotel bar and enjoyed a few drinks. I paced myself as I didn't want a hangover. After a couple of hours, I had achieved a nice warm glow and for the first time in several days I felt relaxed. I retired to my room with its spa tub and soaked as the pulsating jets removed the last vestiges of stress from my tired body. After thirty minutes of spa therapy, I got out, dried off and poured myself into bed.
