Marci

It was a brisk October evening and it had just started to spit rain as I sat in my car about a half block from my house. I was feeling guilty about spying on her like this but I had to find out if my wife was cheating on me.

The events leading up to that night started six years earlier when I met Marci at a friends wedding. I was sitting at the same table as Marci at the reception and a mutual friend introduced us. Marci made an immediate impression on me. Marci is five feet ten inches tall and weighs about 125 pounds. At the time she had long dark brown hair that hung in curls around her shoulders. She has large, very expressive brown eyes. Her body was beautifully sculpted with high, firm breasts nicely rounded buttocks and shapely legs. Over all she was a very attractive woman. At the time we did nothing more than exchange hellos. It wasn't until several days later that we spoke again.

It was the following Wednesday night that I ran into Marci in a local watering hole. She just happened to be walking past me so I said hello. She looked at me for a minute then remembered meeting me at the wedding. She stopped to talk to me and I bought her a drink and the next thing I knew it was closing time and I was giving Marci a ride home.

I walked her to her door and asked her if she would go out with me that weekend. She said that she would so I kissed her goodnight and went happily on my way home.

From that point on I spent every moment I could with her. Although we had not had sex yet, Marci said that she wanted to wait till she was married, I knew I was in love with her after just a couple of months. When I told her that I loved her she didn't respond right away and finally said that she liked me very much but wasn't sure if she loved me. For a while after that it seemed that she wanted to stop seeing me. She didn't stop seeing me completely but she told me she would only go out with me once a week.

That wasn't enough for me. I had to have all or nothing so I started going to the places I knew she would be with her friends and on many of these nights Marci would end up leaving with me, but it also put a strain on the relationship. Marci often got mad at me for following her around.

Then one night we were going to a party at a friend's house after work. Marci got off before I did and was already at the party when I got there. I don't know what started it but Marci seemed to be ignoring me when I got to the party so still being young and immature I ignored her too. Things just got worse as the party went on and by the time it ended Marci and I weren't speaking and she left with her girlfriends to go to a bar.

I went to the bar later and found Marci talking to some guy I didn't know. I got extremely jealous and went over and insisted that she come talk to me. I asked her, "Whose the guy your talking to?"

Marci said, "His name is Stan. I went out with him a couple of times a few years ago."

"Did he ask you out?"

Marci said, "Yes, but he's married."

I said, "What does that mean? That if he wasn't married that you would go out with him?"

Marci said, "I don't know. Maybe."

I wasn't sure if Marci said that just to make me jealous or if she really would go out with him. I lost control and called Marci a slut. Then I calmed down and tried to apologize.

I don't remember how but I managed to get Marci to leave with me that night and I drove her home. When we got to her house, Marci said that she didn't think we should see each other anymore. I was heart broken but I kept my mouth shut.

After that night I didn't see Marci for two weeks. Then I couldn't stand it any longer. I had to talk to her. At the time Marci worked as a waitress so I went to the restaurant where she worked and when I saw her I asked her if we could go someplace and talk. She said that she was working a split shift that day and would be ready to leave in ten minutes.

We drove around for a while and then stopped near the bay. We got out and went for a walk. We talked about everything except what had happened the last time we were together. Finally as we sat on a large tree trunk that was lying on the beach I asked Marci if she would go out with me again. Marci said, "You make me feel weird."

That wasn't the answer I was hoping for. I tried to get her to tell what she meant, but she just kept saying that I just made her feel weird. Then finally as I was dropping her back off at work Marci put her arms around my neck and kissed me and said, "I think I feel weird because I am in love with you." Then she kissed me again and got out of the car and ran into the restaurant.

After that things got very much better between us even though we still hadn't had sex. Over the next couple of months our passion grew. For some time Marci and I had been doing just about everything except intercourse. Our passions had become a sort of routine. We would go into Marci's bed and start kissing. I would work my way to her breasts, Marci gets really hot when you suck on her breasts, and then I would go down and bring her to orgasm with my mouth and tongue. After that Marci would stroke my cock with her hand until I climaxed. Then one night I just sensed that Marci wanted more so I got on top of her and guided my cock to her pussy. When I stared rubbing the head of my cock against her lips Marci made no move to stop me so I started pushing the head of my cock inside her. I was able to get in just a couple of inches then my cock wouldn't go any farther. As I started to press harder Marci wrapped her arms around me and held me as tight as she could. Then I gave one hard push and slid the rest of the way in.

I was so excited to finally be inside Marci that I wasn't able to last very long. As I felt my climax approaching I pulled out and shot my load of semen on Marci's pubic hair.

Marci didn't say a word as I dressed to go home. I was afraid that maybe I had forced her to do this against her will or that I had hurt her more than she let on. As I got ready to leave I sat on the edge of the bed and kissed her and was surprised to get a very passionate kiss back. I said, "I'll see you tomorrow."

Marci asked, "What Time?" I don't go to work until three. Can you come over before I have to go in?"

I told Marci I would come over for lunch, and then I went home.

The next day on the way over to Marci's I was worried about how she was going to react to what had happened the night before. She was no longer a virgin and I wasn't sure if that would upset her or not. When I got to the apartment Marci had lunch ready and we ate and talked about nothing in particular. As soon as we had cleared away the dishes Marci kissed me and asked, "Do you want to do it now?"

I was a little surprised by the question and responded with, "Do what?"

Marci kissed me again and said, "You know, what we did last night." Then she took me by the hand and led me into her bedroom. Marci must have been very horny because she couldn't wait to get me inside her. When I entered her she was already well lubricated and we went at it for what seemed like an hour. We had no protection so I had to pull out when I felt my climax starting. Afterward as Marci was playing with my cock she asked me, "Would you like it if I kissed it?"

I said, "Do you want to?"

"Yes"

I said, "Then go ahead. I would love it." Then Marci took my cock into her mouth and in spite of her inexperience she gave me a great blowjob stopping just short of making me cum. Then she jerked me off letting me cum on her breasts.

After that our relationship only got stronger and we were very active sexually. Marci got on the pill so I no longer had to pull out when I climaxed. We even started talking about the future and the possibility of marriage. Everything was going great until one night I picked Marci up to go out and she was in a bad mood. I tried to find out what was upsetting her but I couldn't. As we were sitting in our favorite watering hole having a drink one of Marci's friends stopped by the table and told us about a party at some guys house. Neither of us knew the host but Marci wanted to go. When we got to the party there were a few people I knew so I chatted with them as Marci went off with one of her friends. Marci came back to where I was about a half hour later and said she wanted to go home.

When we got back to her apartment Marci told me she wasn't feeling well and she just wanted to go to bed so I dropped her off and left. As I headed for home I thought about Marci's behavior that evening. She had been acting like I had done something wrong but I couldn't imagine what I had done. So I decided to go back to her apartment and make her tell me why she was acting that way. As I pulled up across the street from her apartment I saw Marci getting into a car with another guy. They were headed in the other direction so I couldn't get turned around in time to follow them and I didn't recognize the guy so I couldn't imagine where she would be going.

It was already late enough that the bars were closed so I had no place I could even begin to look for her. So I went home and spent the night wondering whom Marci was with and what she was doing with him.

I was hurt and angry so I didn't call Marci for three days. When I finally called her she seemed a little distant and I sensed that she was nervous. She agreed to see me that night.

When I got to her apartment I had already decided that if she didn't give me satisfactory answers to my questions it was over. I sat down with her at the kitchen table and asked, "What's going on?"

She said, "What do you mean?"

I had decided that I wasn't going to make this easier on her by telling her right away that I seen her getting in a car with another guy. "I want to know why you were acting the way you were the other night."

Marci, "I told you. I wasn't feeling well."

"You were feeling well enough when your friend told you about that party."

Marci said, "I thought I might feel better if I was around other people having fun, we weren't having any fun."

"But we were barely at the party a half hour when you had to go home."

Marci didn't look at me as she said, "I wasn't feeling any better so I wanted to go home."

She was lying to me and it was time to play my trump card. I said, "So you were really sick. I though that you were mad at me for some reason and just wanted to get rid of me."

Marci said, "I wasn't mad at you. I just felt lousy."

Then I hit her with it. "I guess if you were that sick that guy I saw you getting into the car with must be someone you called to take you to the emergency room."

Marci looked as though I had punched her in the stomach. She just said, "What are you talking about."

I told her how I had decided to come back to her apartment to find out what the problem was and I saw her leaving with another guy.

Marci said, "Oh my God. You saw me?" Then she started to cry.

I said, "Why are you crying. I am the one who should be crying. I didn't cheat on you, you cheated on me."

Marci said, "I didn't cheat on you. I didn't do anything."

"I am supposed to believe that after you lied to me about not feeling well and wanting me to take you home that you snuck out with this other guy and you didn't do anything. The only reason I can think of that you would sneak out with another guy at that hour of the night would be to fuck him. Is that what you did?"

Marci said, "No. I didn't do anything we just talked."

I said, "Marci, this episode has killed our relationship. There is no point in lying to me because it won't change the fact that you lied to me and snuck around behind my back."

"I am not lying."

"Okay Marci, who was he?"

"John Martin."

"Who's he and how do you know him."

"I used to go out with him."

I asked, "Why did you go out with him the other night?"

"I don't know. I hadn't seen him in a long time and he was at that party. I was talking to him and he asked me if I would take a ride with him after the party."

"But why did you go?"

"I told you I don't know. I was just feeling kind of strange that night."

"Where did he take you?"

"We just drove around for a while and then we sat in the car and talked."

I said, "In your conversation with him did you mention my name? Did you tell him that you had a boyfriend?" Did you even think of me?

"No."

"Is that because I stopped being your boyfriend that night?"

"No."

"Do you love him?"

"No. I love you."

"Bull shit! Now tell me the truth, did you fuck him? Or did you suck his cock or did he put his finger in your pussy? What did you two do in his car that night."

Marci started crying again saying, "I swear I didn't do anything except talk to him."

At that point I didn't know what to do. I didn't know whether I believed Marci or not and I didn't know what I was going to do in either case so I just got up and left.

A couple of days went by then Marci called me and practically begged me to come talk to her. So I went over to her apartment that evening. Marci began by telling me that she was very sorry that she had snuck out with John Martin but quickly added that nothing happened between them. She said that she didn't know why she went out with him that night but knew immediately after she got into his car that she should not have been with him. She said that she knew John wanted to have sex with her but she told him that she couldn't. Then Marci begged me to believe her. She said that nothing like that would ever happen again.

I had to make a decision based on faith and nothing else. Not religious faith but my faith in Marci.

Did I believe that she was telling me the truth? I chose to believe her, not because I was sure she was telling the truth but because I wanted the truth to be what she told me.

It took a while but we were able to put all that behind us. Marci was more loving and gave me no reason to doubt her again. We got married a year and a half after that and for the past three years had what I thought was a very happy marriage.

Then my world began to collapse around me. I had taken a Monday off and was working in my yard. I went into the garage to get a tool when the phone rang. I picked up the extension in the garage at the same time Marci picked up the phone in out bedroom. Marci said hello before I did so I didn't say anything as I waited to see who the call was for. Then a man's voice said, "Marci, is that you?"

Marci said, "Yes, who's this?"

Then the man said, "This is John Martin."

Marci hesitated a moment then said, "John. How are you?"

John said, "I'm doing well, how about you?"

Marci said that she was also doing well. Then there was silence for a few moments. Then John said, "I'm in town on business and I thought that I would give you a call and see if maybe we could get together. Would you be free anytime this week?"

Marci was quiet for a minute and finally said, "I can't do that, I'm married now."

"I know you're married but why should that stop us from seeing each other?"

I wanted to answer his question by saying, "Because I'll break your neck if you come any where near Marci." But instead I listened with my mouth shut.

John said, "Don't you want to see me?"

Then Marci stabbed me in the heart by saying, "I would like to see you but I just don't think it would be a good idea."

Then John floored me with his next statement. "You didn't think it was a good idea the last time we got together, what was that about five years ago, but we had fun that night didn't we? Don't you want to do that again?"

So Marci did lie to me after all. I could feel the anger building in me. I wanted to scream into the phone but instead I waited to see what Marci would do this time.

Finally Marci said, "I don't think so John. I can't do that again."

John said, "Well, okay. Can I call you again later in the week."

Marci said that he could and John said, "Good. Then you think about it and I'll call you Wednesday and see if you changed your mind." Then he quickly hung up the phone. I waited till Marci put down the phone before I did.

I sat down on a bench in the garage and tried to decide what to do. Should I just confront Marci about what I had just heard and accuse her of lying to me about her night out with John Martin or accept that she had turned him down this time and let what happened in the past stay buried. But if he called her again on Wednesday would she turn him down again? And how would I know? I can't hide at home on Wednesday and wait to listen in on their call could I?

I sat for another half hour and thought about what I was going to do. This time Marci wouldn't be able to lie her way out of it if she went out with John. I was going to catch her in the act. I called my office and arranged to have Wednesday off. Then I went in the house and when Marci came down stairs I looked her in the eye and said, "I heard the phone ring earlier, who called?"

Marci said "Wrong number."

I decided it was time for me to make a bad joke and said, "Wrong number? Oh yea, that's what I told her to say if a woman answered the phone." I pretended to laugh at my joke while I watched Marci's reaction. She seemed to be very uncomfortable. The next thing I did was to make a big show of calling my office to check my voice mail. As I listened to my messages I said, "Oh shit."

Then I hung up the phone and immediately made another call, to my own phone, and pretended that I was talking to my boss. "What time do I have to be there?... For how long?.... I guess it'll by all right. Have Sarah make my reservations and I'll pick up my tickets in the morning.... Okay... You're welcome.... Bye." Then I hung up the phone and turn to Marci who was standing near by watching me the whole time I was on the phone.

Marci asked, "What was that about?"

I said, "The boss wants me top go to up to Boston for a meeting Wednesday. So I'll have to fly out Wednesday morning and be back Thursday evening."

It struck me as interesting that Marci, rather than looking like this was a good thing looked very unhappy about my going away. I often had to go away on over night trips and while Marci didn't like it she never looked as upset about it as she did this time but she didn't say a word.

I have a little garden shed behind my house where I keep my lawn mower and my garden tools. I used a spool of telephone wire I had in the garage and ran a line out to my shed and hid the wire in the shrubs and bushes around the house. Then I took the telephone out of the garage and put it into my shed and turned the ringer down as low as I could and still me able to here it at close range.

On Wednesday morning I packed my overnight bag and put a couple of sandwiches in a bag with a cold drink. Then I kissed Marci and told her I would see her the next day. I drove the car around the block and parked it then walked back through an empty lot behind our house and slipped into the shed with my sandwiches and a book. The phone I had been using in my garage and had now put into use in the shed was an old office phone and had a line light on it. That is, it had a light that would come on if the phone line was in use. That way I would know if Marci made any calls as well as hearing the ring for in coming calls.

While I was waiting I removed the mouthpiece from the phone so that it wouldn't pick up any noise from me then I sat back with my book and began to read. In the morning there was one call from the dentist reminding Marci of an upcoming appointment. I ate my sandwich and drank my soda around noon and by one o'clock I had to pee so badly I couldn't stand it. I slipped out of the shed and into the trees behind it to relieve myself. When I came back into the shed the line light on the phone was lit. My heart was pounding when I picked up the phone to hear, "There's no obligation. We'll send this out to you for your 30 day free trial and if you are not satisfied just cancel the account and keep the book as our gift..."