Funny thing about being married for 4 years, you think you know your husband, well at least I thought so. Then one day I forgot my reading glasses on my nightstand and I had to run home during lunch to get them. Danny was suppose to be at work, (He sells real-estate) I wanted to be quick about getting my glass’s so I just pulled up in front of the house and went in the front door.
If I had opened the garage I would have seen Dan’s car parked inside, but I didn’t. I just walked in and headed up the stairs to the bedroom. I walked in the bedroom door to see and hear Dan and Grace (a sales lady or should I say a sales cunt from his work.) fucking hard and fast on our bed. Grace was going at my husband her legs were wrapped around Danny’s ass and she was holding him tight pulling him hard into herself as he shoved forward. Dan was slamming into her I could see them moving up the bed. They where making so much noise I was surprised that I had not heard them as I came up the stairs.
I was in instant rage to say the least; I was caught in shock just for a moment. I walked over to the side of the bed expecting one of them to notice that I was there. I kept watching them and I saw they both had their eyes shut riding the lust highway. I reached down for my glass’s and said, “Make sure you make the bed up before you leave” Dan and Grace froze their eyes flew open and I turned to walk out. Dan started to say something to me (I have no idea what) but I just kept walking down stairs and out to my car.
Getting in I just drove, I was not crying, I was mad as hell. How could he do this to me? I never ever even looked at another man. My husband was fucking another women in our bed. The more I thought of this the madder I got, I called my office and told them I would not be back today, that I was sick. It was not a lie, I was sick, I was sick of the lie of being happily married. I thought that Dan and I had a good sex life; I thought I made him happy. I needed a drink, in fact I felt like getting drunk, real drunk.
I never went into any bar in my life alone, Oh I have been to nightclubs with Dan, but never any bar and here it was only 12:45 in the afternoon. I saw a bar called “The Hot House” Boy what a place to go, I needed to get drunk and forget all about what I saw real fast. I parked the car and walked inside, it was very dark inside and it smelled like beer. I walked up to the bar and the middle aged balding man asked me “What’s your pleasure little lady?” I told him to I wanted Gin and tonic. He got it and I sat there looking at it remembering what I had seen just minutes ago. I downed it rather fast and he came back and asked me if I wanted another. I told him that I wanted several more.
While waiting for my drink, I looked around and I saw only one other person in the bar besides the bartender and myself, it was another middle-aged man with a big beer belly sitting alone at a table with a half empty beer mug in front of him. The bartender came back and said “Here you go little lady, I made this one strong so you can kill that there hurt of yours.” I looked up at him and said, “What do you mean?” He replied, “Look here little lady, No good looking dame walks in here in the middle of the day, not even the liquid lunch crowd. I know your no hooker your dressed like a sales lady or something, what the matter honey did you loose your job or something?”
I picked up my drink drank half of it and said, “No worse, I caught my husband fucking another woman in our bed.” He looked at me and said “Tell you what honey, you do need a drink or two, your money isn’t any good here, just relax and try and put it behind you. Any man wanting to fuck some other woman when he has such a great looking wife like you is nuts.” I looked at him and said, “your right, he is crazy, and that fucking bitch is going to pay.” (The booze was kicking in)
He reached under the bar, pulled out a glass of something, and said “I’ll toast to that my dear,” and we did. He then said something that made me pay attention, he told me that maybe the one that should be taught the lesson was my husband, after all he did bring her to our house, it wasn’t like she twisted his arm. Some where around my third or fourth glass we were talking about this when I decided I would teach good old Danny boy a lesson. I wanted him to feel the hurt I was feeling; I looked at Pete (the bartender) and asked him. “OK Pete, your right, I decided I am going to do it, I’m going to make him pay for fucking that bitch, now tell me how do I do it? I mean what do I do? You’re a man, what would hurt you the most, come on tell me and be totally honest.”