I Thin I Now What She Wants

When I read some LW stories I often shout at the characters, "It obvious what's coming" or "Why not do something first". Let's see if the characters realizes that.

The end on this one was done by myself. I'm sorry if it a bit off!!

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My name is Tom, and my wife, Melody, and I have been married for nineteen years. We had met just after finishing college, and have made a good life for ourselves. I am a forensic accountant providing services to insurance companies, businesses, attorneys, and on occasions, the local district attorney and police. My wife works for a local auto-parts warehouse, sourcing parts from around the country for unusual or specialist vehicles.

We have two sons, Dean, seventeen, and John, fifteen. Our lives revolve around our sons and we have brought them up well. As a result of being a full-time taxi driver for our sons, Melody and I have very little time for ourselves. Our sex life is very hit and miss. After John was born, Melody did not want anymore children but she would not go on the pill, would not let me have a vasectomy, would not get her tubes tied and doesn't like condoms. We have, therefore, practiced the rhythm method. Sex started out as a diarized event (when she was safe) and eventually just became something we did occasionally, after a lot of math's, zero spontaneity, and no passion. I'm not complaining, as I love Melody, and sex was something I like but don't need if she didn't want it.

The trouble started out of the blue. I arrived home one night to find the children were both out of the house at different events. When this happened, dinner was usually something quick and simple, as one of us usually had to go to pick them up. If we were not going out, Melody was normally dressed in a T-shirt and leggings in the summer. Tonight, I could smell lamb and roast potatoes, and Melody was dressed in a very sexy summer dress that revealed some cleavage. As I came in, she told me to go change, and that dinner would be ready in twenty minutes.

I changed and came down, noticing that there was a bottle of red wine on the table. I liked wine, but Melody did not drink and I never had a drink on my own. What was surprising was the wine was an Australian Wolf Blass. Melody knew nothing about wine, so chances were someone suggested it. I was about to be ambushed, and I had no inclination as to what about.

We sat down to dinner and she poured me a glass of wine. I ate hungrily, but noticed Melody only picking at her food. This was unusual; she loved lamb chops as much as I did, so I knew something was on her mind.

After I had finished, I took a large drink of wine and said, "Okay, Melody, out with it."

She looked up and replied, "What do you mean?"

I started to laugh, "You have cooked my favorite meal, you have been giving me wine, and you are dressed to impress. You only do that when you are pregnant, or you want something so big, you think I will get mad about it. You can't be pregnant, so what do you want?"

The look on her face was priceless, as she realised I was one step ahead of her. She put down her knife and fork, stood up, and asked, "Can we speak in the living room?"

With that, she turned, and I got up, leaving my wine glass behind, and went into the living room, where she was sitting on the sofa. I took the chair opposite and looked at her. "What is this about?" I asked.

Her first words surprised me, "Why did you not bring in your wine?"

She doesn't like me drinking, at the best of times, and certainly not red wine in the living room, in case I spilled it. I knew this was not going to be good for me. I retorted, "No thanks, I'm beginning to get heartburn because you are acting in a manner that is so unnatural for you, this must be very big and potentially unpleasant for me."

She looked like she was going to be sick then looked at the floor. I sat silently, but I never took my eyes off her.

She started with the words every husband fears, "What would you say if I asked if I could go on a date?"

I didn't take my eyes off her and didn't speak. We sat for what felt like minutes, but was probably no more than seconds, until she lifted her eyes to look at me. My stare must have burnt a hole in her because she looked straight down again.

I replied, "I would ask you where you wanted the divorce papers served on you?" I heard a very sharp intake of breath, and she went to stand. My instant reaction was to scream at the top of my voice, "SIT!"

Her eyes returned to mine and there were tears forming, but I made no move to comfort her or reduce the stress.

My next word was so quiet, it contrasted to the scream, and was all the stronger for it. I just said, "Talk."

Obviously, this had been building, and the stress levels in her were clearly off the chart. She started to sob uncontrollably, and she moved to come over to me. I pointed at the seat she had been in, and said, "Stay."

Waiting for her to calm down, I remained silent. She looked at the floor, while taking an occasional glance at me. I never looked away from her, trying to make my stare burrow into her soul.

Eventually, she got herself under control, and asked "What now?"

With venom in my voice, that even I could hear, I spat, "Spill it, all of it, and do it now."

She started by telling me that a new engineering firm had been opened in our town, and that they specialised in making small runs of car parts, which were no longer in production. They had purchased a wide range of designs from Ford and GM. The owner was a gentleman named Jonathan, and he came to Melody's office to drum up some business. Jonathan had taken her out for lunch, and regaled her with stories of his open marriage, how it had enhanced his marital sex life, and brought new ideas to the marital bed.

I was disgusted by what I heard.

When she had finished I kept my voice as low and as monotone as possible. My first question was, "Have you discussed our marriage and sex life with him?"

She could hardly speak, but I heard a very quiet, "Yes."

This was getting worse, "So, for fifteen years, you have controlled our sex life to make sure you don't get pregnant, but now one man tries to sell you a strange car part, and you spill everything and obviously lead him to think I am boring in bed?!"

Her head shot up and said, "No. No, he just told me stories about things, and it sounded exciting. He asked me to go on a date, and told me how you would be waiting at home to reclaim me, and I loved the idea."

I was flabbergasted at her statement. I shot back, "So clearly, the idea was for you to have sex with him, and you expected to come home and have sex with me before cleaning yourself of him. Do you know how repulsed I am by that idea?"

She started to cry even harder.

I then asked, "Have you already planned this date, and this is me being told I have no choice?"

She picked up on that, saying, "No, Jonathan and I are adamant that you must know and agree. There will be no cheating."

I started to laugh, and said, "You already cheated emotionally by getting to this stage, but let me say this once. I will not agree, and if you proceed with this, I will divorce you. Even if I know about it, it's still cheating. Now tell me, had you penciled in a date for this seedy, little fuck-fest?"

She looked at the floor again, "There is nothing booked, but we were thinking about a week on Friday when I would be past my fertile point, but now you have said no it is not going to happen, and I promise I won't raise it again."

I went to collect the kids. She went to bed at her normal time, but I stayed up later than normal. When I got to bed, she was sleeping naked, something she had not done since we were on our honeymoon. I slipped into bed beside her, and felt her arm coming over me to reach for my dick.

I pushed her hand away and said, "No thanks, I don't want emotional sloppy seconds, as you imagine you are with Jonathan and not me" I felt her roll away and heard her sobbing. I have to say her touch made my skin crawl and the sob did nothing for me.

Our marriage was in trouble.

The next day, life returned to a semblance of normal, but there was tension between Melody and me. I was terrified of what I would find the following Friday night, but she had made her homemade pizza and the night went by without incident. There was no intimacy throughout that time, as she was in her fertile time of the month up until Wednesday, and I had zero interest in touching her.

It was about a month later on a Friday night, and I had mostly put Jonathan, and her date, out of my mind, when she sat down beside me on the sofa. The boys were out, as usual, but I had just bought Dean a car and he and John were out cruising. I did notice Melody sending a message on her phone, but I thought nothing of it. About five minutes after she sat down, the house phone rang. Melody always answers the phone, so I didn't move.

She picked it up, looked at the screen, and said, "It's for you."

I gave her a very strange look. No one phones me on the house phone. Her parents used it, the school used it and sometimes her sister. No one ever phoned me on it. I looked at the caller ID, and it was an out of state number.

I answered, "Hallo."

The reply came, "Hallo Tom. This is Jonathan Westland, and I wanted to have a chat with you about Melody."

I sat forward in my chair, and looked straight at Melody with a look of venom on my face. When I had taken the phone, she had a smile on her face, but when she saw the look on my face, it quickly faded and she turned white.

I placed Jonathan's accent as from a southern state, probably from the Carolinas. My response was simple. "No thanks."

I started to remove the phone from my ear when he said, "I will get you anything you want, I believe you like the A's. How about a weekend to San Francisco with tickets to the A's game, all expenses paid. Or what about tickets to the Formula One Grand Prix in Texas?"

I laughed, "So not only do you want my wife to be your slut, you want her to be your whore, as well; turning tricks for you, while you pay to keep her husband and children out of the way." As I said this, I heard Melody gasp, and she looked away from me.

Jonathan whispered down the phone, "How can you say that about a lady?"

My laugh was homeless, "A lady would never act like a slut for a man, other than her husband; a lady would never discuss the intimate details of her marriage with a man, other than her husband; a lady would never let a stranger ask her husband for a price to have sex with her. Only a whore does things like that."

I stood up and moved to the other seat, when an idea hit me, "There is one thing you can get me."

Melody turned to face me, but there was fear in her eyes.

Jonathan's voice brightened slightly, and said, "Oh, what?"

I replied, "The contact details for a good divorce attorney." Then I disconnected that call.

She went to speak, but I raised my hand to stop her.

I continued directly to her, "I thought you said this was over? What made you think I would take payment in kind, for you giving sexual favours to others, and more importantly, why did you ambush me with this BS?" I took a deep breath, "You know what, I don't even want to hear the answer. I suspect you have no intention of ending this, but I mean what I say-- if this doesn't stop now, we will be divorced." I stood up. "I'm going to the guest bedroom to sleep. The thought of you even touching me, makes my skin crawl. Please leave me alone." With that, I went up to the guest room where I slept very badly.

Once again, life slowly returned to normal. The boys were aware that there was something terribly wrong. They asked me a few times, but I kept quiet. I did have a word with Dean, about him coming home in an emergency, if I needed him. We agreed that if I sent a text with a single letter or number, it didn't matter which, he would come straight home.

I was certain Jonathan was not going to give this up, and that Melody was enthralled by the idea. After about ten days, I arrived home to find the bed in the guest room had been stripped and the mattress turned sideways. I moved back into the master bedroom, but I rejected all attempts by Melody to be intimate. If she touched me in any way, I removed her hand.

"Please don't touch me when you are thinking of someone else" was my constant refrain.

It was clear she was upset by this, but I always walked away from her when she tried to explain.

I spoke to my attorney about the issue, and told him my biggest fear was Jonathan would come to the house. My attorney advised that if he did, we could get a restraining order, but I would need evidence to back it up. We had a small video camera, which was wifi-enabled. I discovered I could control it from my phone, so I set it up in the hall, facing the front door. I connected it to a plug and left it.

Melody didn't notice it. Dean did, and asked me if I was expecting trouble.

I said, "Maybe."

I arrived home on a Thursday night, and instantly spotted trouble on the horizon. Once again, we were having lamb chops, but the dining room table had been set for three. Melody was dressed to impress and there was a bottle of wine on the table. I didn't say a word. Melody said, "Go up and get changed. Dinner will be ready in forty-five minutes."

I ran upstairs and texted both boys to come home, but to use the basement door. When they came home, they were to go straight upstairs and not let their mother know they were home. Dean asked me if there was trouble, to which I replied, "Very well could be."

The boys came into the house and crept upstairs. I went up after them and said, "Wait in the landing and only come down if I call."

It was now six-thirty, and based on Melody's timeline, dinner would be ready in ten minutes. I knew if something was going to happen, it would take place now. Sure enough, the doorbell rang, as that thought entered my head. I didn't move, to see what would happen.

Melody stuck her head out of the kitchen, and said, "Would you get that!"

I quickly picked up my phone, and switched the camera on using the app. I then typed '911' into my phone, and put it in my pocket, where I could easily press it to start the call, if needed. I looked out the peephole and saw a man in his mid-fifties, about six-one, with grey hair, but very elegantly dressed, and holding a package.

I put the chain on the door, and opened it, saying, "Yes," through the crack.

The man stepped onto the top step and went to put his hand out to me, only then realising I had not opened the door. He said, "Hi Tom, I'm Jonathan and ..."

As he said "Jonathan", I closed the door, and walked back into the living room where was standing with her apron off, waiting for me. I just pushed past her and sat down.

She said, as nonchalantly as she could manage, "Who was that?"

I replied "No one of any importance." I sat down, picked up the TV remote control, and asked, "How much longer will dinner be? I'm starving."

At that moment, the doorbell rang three times in quick succession. Melody made a move to the door, and I exploded, "NO!, Don't you dare pull this shit."

She looked at me, nervously, but when the doorbell went a fourth time, she started walking towards the hall. I took my phone out, and completed the 9-1-1 call, telling the operator that a man was looking to get into my house, and that if he came in there could be violence. I gave the address, and she said a car would be dispatched.

I kept the phone connected and in my hand, then followed Melody to the hall. Jonathan was now standing in the hall, just inside the door. Melody stood to one side.

Jonathan walked toward me with his hand outstretched, and used a loud voice, with as much emphasis as I could so the operator was under no illusion as to what I said, "Stop, you are not welcome in this house, and I am now asking you to leave. If you fail to do so I will use whatever means necessary to evict you."

Melody said, "He is my friend and I have invited him in."

I shook my head and said, "Melody, I have never used this on you before, but this is my house. I bought it before we got married and your name is not on the deeds. Anyone you invite, can only come into this house with my permission. I have never withheld it until tonight, but I am telling you now, he does not have permission, tell him to go or there will be trouble."

Jonathan stopped, but stood his ground and said, "I believe you like Glenmorangie Scotch Whisky." He handed me the package and sure enough there was a bottle of ten-year-old single malt; it cost at least one-hundred-fifty dollars. I took the bottle, walked to the bathroom, opened it and poured it down the sink. Walked back to the hall, handed it back to him and said, "Thanks, but no thanks." Then I shouted, "Boys, come downstairs!"

Melody gasped, and looked up the stairs, as the two boys came down.

John asked, "Who's this?"

I said, "This is Jonathan Westland, and your mother wants to fuck him."

Dean looked at him and said, "He's a right piece of shit then, chasing a married woman. I suppose that is why there has been so much trouble over the last few weeks in the house. Don't tell me mum has brought him here to try and get you to agree?"

I looked at Dean, and nodded, "Worse, He is coming here to try and buy the three of us off. He thinks she's a whore."

Dean looked at his mother and said, "What a disgusting thing to become, mother. If you do this, you will never be part of my life again."

Jonathan slapped Dean on the face and said, "How dare you speak to your mother like that."

As he did, John and I pushed him back out the door, just as a police car arrived.

Melody was, by now, screaming at everyone to stop.

The police officer asked what was happening, and I said, "This man was trying to enter my house without permission. My son and I ejected him after he struck my other son." I quickly showed the video to the police officer.

He turned to Dean and asked, "Do you want to press charges?"

I shook my head no, and Dean said, "No, just get the piece of shit away from this house."

We heard the police officer say to Jonathan, "Get away from here now. If you return, we will arrest you. Is that understood?" Jonathan started to protest, but the officer repeated, "Is that understood?"

Jonathan nodded and left.

The officer remained for about thirty minutes to take statements then left. Melody had not stopped crying, and I just looked at her and said, "Go to the spare room and stay there."

I emailed the video and the police log number to my attorney. He applied to the court, and a full-restraining order was placed on Jonathan, preventing him from contacting me or the children, and keeping him five-hundred yards from all three of us, plus the house, by ten the next morning. A temporary one was obtained for Melody, and a hearing was set for the following week for her to have it converted into a full order, or for her to ask for it to be revoked.

Jonathan was served on Friday afternoon in his office. When Melody found out, she was livid, but I just said, "It's make-your-mind-up time-- your husband and family, or... your lover."

We had a basement suite which needed some work to make it liveable. I brought in a builder over the weekend, who brought it up to scratch. I put a lock on the door from the house, and bought a bed, sofa, cooker and everything else to make it self contained. Melody did not see the work being done, as she stayed in the guest room all weekend.

On Monday, my sons and I met with the attorney. My sons gave affidavits that they wanted to stay with me, and the attorney drew up divorce papers. I would keep custody of the boys; she would live in the basement until she found a new home. She would not be allowed to have Jonathan in the basement suite. The papers also called for marriage counselling to start immediately, assuming she had not committed adultery with Jonathan first. The papers were going to be served in the courthouse, if she elected to have the restraining order cancelled.