I have been asked many times how my series about my wife cheating, first started. This is the beginning, and it changed both our lives forever. First, some background.
My wife and I have been married for about ten years, after meeting in college. I considered myself quite the stud back then, but was still surprised and flattered when I landed someone like Anna. Our love life has been fabulous, and I know she has never cheated on me. I had a minor office fling in our third year together, but it only lasted for a few times.
Anna is a Texas gal, grew up on a small ranch outside Dallas. If there is such a thing as a "typical" cowgirl, it's Anna. She's nearly as tall as me, slender, long legs and dark hair nearly to her waist. At twenty nine, she's a beauty and I know it.
After a stint in the Air Force, I took my computer skills and landed a nice job in upper management with a manufacturing company. One of my jobs is to meet out-of-town clients, and take them to dinner, make them feel comfortable. I have at times allowed some of them, both male and female, to stay overnight at our large spacious home. That was the case with Walt, an older gentleman who was an old friend of one of the owners.
Walt was somewhere between fifty and sixty, a large athletic-looking man, well over six-foot, but developing somewhat of a pot belly now. He dressed tastefully and wore a Rolex, so Anna and I thought he must be well-off financially.
After he treated us to an expensive dinner out, during which we consumed several bottles of good wine, we went back home and had a night cap before bedtime. The night cap lasted for about two hours, during which Anna served crackers and cheese. After the first hour, the conversation was mostly between Anna and Walt because the wine was taking its toll on me.
I wasn't so drunk that I didn't pick up on Walt hitting on her every time he got the chance. Just little things at first, innuendoes, double meanings, and the like. My eyes drooped but I could still see his advances even though he seemed unaware of it.
When Anna got up to pour more wine, Walt followed her, slipped his hands around her waist and nuzzled her neck. She tried laughing it off at first, but he grew bolder, turned her around and ran his hands over her hips.
Anna pushed him away, shook her finger angrily and said emphatically, "No."