Another cheating wife story. I didn't give it a finish as his life isn't over yet. If anyone or everyone wants to take it a new direction please feel free to do so. Please just cite the original work in your ending.
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My wife JoAnna Templer looked at me, John, and let out an exasperated sigh. "Look, dear heart, Gayle needs someone to look at her hot tub. She is wanting to use it now that the weather is getting warmer. You know exactly how to fix it and should be done in about an hour or so."
I gave my wife of 24 years an appraising look. We had gotten married while still attending college, her for her teaching degree and me for my mechanical engineering degree. We had our first child while attending post graduate courses. Jason is now 21 and working on his mechanical engineering degree.
JoAnna had decided to change her career slightly after teaching a couple of years. She decided to go into administration and worked to get her masters degree in public education. Over the years she kept going back to school and now had her doctorate and was the local superintendent of schools. I had my masters in engineering and have my own company where my people design and construct everything from bridges to mechanical devices. The whole world seems to come to my company for oversight and critical analysis of any new mechanical device. It might be prideful to say so but my reputation is so very good that companies hold their collective breaths waiting for my approval of a new patent.
Our other son, James, is now 18 and will be soon heading to college. He is undecided on his major but I'm sure that he will settle into a teaching career as he loves to guide and mentor others.
You would think that JoAnna and I would be settled now. Both of us have great careers, our boys are top notch, and both of us have our health. JoAnna is a runner and routinely competes in 5 and 10 K races. I belong to a cross-fit gym and compete against athletes half my age. I also had dabbled in MMA and know how to fight if necessary.
But JoAnna had been increasingly difficult to live with over that past year. I thought hard about it and maybe it, whatever it was, had started even before that. We had moved to this gated community five years ago. The community was small and close knit. Our neighbors had immediately come to meet us and we were invited to multiple community events. I have always considered myself to be more of a blue collar type worker even though I wear business suits daily. I dump the suit jacket and tie as soon as possible after getting to work.
JoAnna has always wanted to be part of the upper crust and, in this community, we are considered upper crust but hard working new money instead of blue blood old money.
I have developed a couple of friendships for the purpose of drinking beer and watching football. None of our neighbors are into NASCAR, though, so I have to watch races alone. In fact I'm not all that keen on the racers themselves, more often I watch individual cars as various parts had come under my purview as they were being developed. It is a pride thing when a car my company had helped with comes across the finish line even if not in first. Those races are hard on cars and drivers.
Sometime in the last two years our neighbors and friends had learned that I wasn't just an engineer. I love to tinker with devices to learn and repair. It's something I have always done. It probably was what made me pursue an engineering degree. Suddenly JoAnna was accepting requests for me to fix various household problems. One woman said her sprinkler system wasn't programmed right and the service company didn't seem to be able to help. I got them to work like she wanted even though it wasn't very efficient the way she wanted to water her lawn. Another wife asked me to look at her pool controls and tweak them so the pool lights came on a specified times and went off again at specified times.
You can see the pattern here. JoAnna would answer the phone and then tell me who wanted my help. I would go find out exactly what the problem was and try to fix it. Sometimes it was a legitimate call like a bad belt on a furnace fan but most of the time it was piddly little shit that either didn't need fixed or easily fixed by someone in the business. I just had to shrug my shoulders and do as directed. If I didn't comply immediately then the cold war started.
Maybe I need to describe JoAnna more. She is a very type "A" person. You know the type; one who takes charge and rams things forward. This is good for her job as superintendent. Many new and great programs had been started by her during her tenure. She is worth every dime of the exorbitant salary that they pay her. She is 5 foot 8 inches tall with shoulder length brunette hair. Her hazel eyes are piercing. Her breasts are full and her ass just begs to be kissed and played with. Well, at least I think so, and from the looks she has gotten even with me present over the years I think that other men would agree with me.
She is every inch a woman but forceful and diplomatic as the situation demands. The teachers, staff and school board all seem to love her and, whenever a rumor comes around that she might leave, they all gang up to show her why she should stay put. She handles all of the politics, drama, and distractions with grace and a smile.
Me, on the other hand, I am 6 foot 2 inches and weigh about 200 lbs on a good day. As I said before I work out at a cross-fit gym and keep up with guys half my age of 46. I did a lot of MMA earlier and actually fought in a few fights. I didn't win them all but everyone felt they had actually had to work to beat the old man. My hair is thinning but not too badly. It is brown with auburn highlights and I have blue eyes. I keep my face shaved, mostly for business. Most of my customers seem to prefer this, but when I am out camping or hunting I don't shave for days. One of my goals is to get a large motorhome and a bike, a motorcycle actually, and travel. My ideal retirement is to travel, park and camp and then bike tour the local countryside before moving on. Unfortunately JoAnna wants to travel in style and stay at top notch hotels with great amenities such as pools, spas, and expensive dining.
Of course none of this has anything to do with the problem at hand. JoAnna wants me to go fix some small problem at one of the neighbors and I am tired of it. Not the fixing of the problem but the blatant sexuality of whichever female has called. For example, Grace, the first one who called on my expertise to fix her sprinklers had shown me the controls while wearing a tight wife beater and super tight shorts. She didn't wear a bra and her large nipples and even her aureole were visible through the material. Her shorts were so short and tight that a vaginal lip had escaped and was quite easily seen. I know, I know, how someone dresses in their own home is not any of my business but then she would rub against me and even groped my ass and then my cock.
I tried to tell her that I was happily married but she countered with the same comment. She was also happily married but they and her husband had an agreement and an open marriage. Everything just had to be discreet and she knew I would be discreet. She was very good looking and very tempting but, as I said, I am happily married. I escaped her clutches.
When I got home JoAnna asked me how it went. I just told her that I was able to do the programming as Grace wanted. She then asked me how Grace was. I was a little confused. Finally I told her the truth. "Grace was a little over the top. She wore extremely revealing clothes and was rubbing against me as much as she could. I don't know what she was selling but I wasn't buying."
JoAnna seemed disappointed for some reason. When I asked she brightened up immediately. "I am so upset with Grace I just cannot talk about it. I thought she was better than that. I love you, Honey and am proud that you are so strong in the face of temptation."
We made love that night kind of like newlyweds instead of old married fuddy-duddies. I was glad she didn't think that I was chasing women.
A couple of weeks later I was asked to help someone again. This happened over and over these last few years. Some of the women were blatant in their attempt to seduce me, others were a little more circumspect but I got the feeling from each one that I was meat and they were looking for a meal of steak. I resisted each one.
I am not a player, have never been one. I wouldn't know where to start to seduce a woman. My experience prior to meeting JoAnna was limited at best. I just don't know how to read a woman like I can read a spec sheet. I get along with the women on my team and the women in our neighborhood. I tend to treat them like I want my sisters or mother to be treated, with respect and honor. These women that were our neighbors didn't seem to like that. They wanted sex.
I have to say here that within the first year that we moved into the gated community a couple of the men sounded me out on the chance that JoAnna and I would be open to swinging and I am not talking about swing dancing. I had shut them down quickly. I would never interfere with their lifestyle but we weren't interested. I didn't even have to bring it up with JoAnna, I felt we were on the same page there.
Anyhow here we are, today, March 12
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. The weather is nice and JoAnna has just gotten off the phone with yet another neighbor who wants me to repair something or other. This was a new one, Gayle, who moved into the community a few years ago with her older husband. I always kind of wondered if she was a trophy wife due to her age and her fantastic looks. She always wore very revealing clothing anytime we saw her and she didn't seem to mind that all the men were checking her out. She was a very tempting morsel, one I didn't trust myself to be around much.
On top of that JoAnna had been kind of distant lately. I chalked it up to the upcoming end of the year and the performance reviews she had to do on existing staff, hiring new teachers and her own performance review even though I doubt she would have any trouble.
As I thought about it she had been getting a little distant after each of my forays into helping the neighbors fix their problems. Each time I came home she would ask about the woman who I had helped and I would outline what I had fixed and then what the woman had done to show how much they wanted me. JoAnna would get angry about the whole thing and go off about how the woman was a failure but now she was becoming less affectionate towards me. I would go to my workroom (I don't have an office at home) and tinker with some project or another and try to avoid the dark cloud that would descend over the family. She would turn a cold shoulder to me when I finally dragged myself to bed but, by then, I would be too tired to try and figure her out. As I said, I can read a spec sheet or a blueprint but women, even my wife, were far harder to read and understand.
