I met Katie in high school and we got together right after we laid eyes on each other spending most of our time together, neither ever interested in anyone else. She did her cheerleading thing while I played on the field, we studied together, went out together, and she'd even hang around enduring my drums when we tried to form a group.
We were careful to use rubbers throughout high school until we moved in together afterwards, got married, and she went on the pill until we'd get financially stable to start a family. About three years later while I was just pulling in the driveway after work, she was pulling out and we talked through our open windows as I noticed that she had two suitcases in the back seat.
"What's up?" I asked with a puzzled look.
"I'll be back in four weeks if you're still interested in having me!" She excitedly snapped back and drove off.
What the fuck, is all I could think as I saw her car disappearing around the block in my mirror. I quickly headed after her seeing her down the road on the expressway and kept her within sight until she pulled next to the curb downtown and immediately pulled over into a small parking lot on the other side of the street facing where I could see her.
What is she doing just waiting in the car? I recalled how happy she sounded through the open windows as she surprised me. She's waiting for someone I guessed as my heart was falling into my stomach. I should hurry over to talk to her and find out what the fuck is going on!
I was just opening my truck door to get out when I saw the greyhound bus pull into it's loading spot just in front of her and began to panic, where's she going on a greyhound? I hurried out of my truck to catch her, but then noticed that she was still sitting in her car.
I stopped and watched, ready to leap across the street to catch her if she started to leave. After a few minutes, her door opened as she was getting out and I quickly made my way to the curb and checked traffic before I was going to rush over to her. Two cars passed and I looked up before crossing and she was still standing by her open car door and she was waiving to someone!
I stopped from crossing and curiously looked to see who she was greeting. Then I saw! A tall sailor in his white uniform was waiving back to her as he came around the back of the bus, they embraced, and kissed, as my wife's arms wrapped around his neck. My heart ached as I wondered, who the fuck was attached to my wife's lips?
Stunned, I just watched from across the street as he slid into her car after her, tossed his bag into the back seat, and quickly closed the door as they began to drive away. I regained enough sense to jump into my truck and force my way through the traffic to follow about five cars behind.
I didn't think that my heart could drop any further until I saw her car pull into the Best Western hotel and I quickly pulled over to stop next to the curb. My aching heart began to turn into anger as I watched them enter the lobby together. I know where they live! I should just go home and get my 9mm and scare the fuck out of him and show her that I'm not standing for it!
I was shaking, I was so mad, and it was getting hard to think. I have to calm down and figure this out! Katie came out of the lobby with her new boyfriend following and they went in different directions as she walked towards their room while he moved my wife's car to the spot in front of where he was going to fuck her! What an asshole!
How could she leave me after all the years we have been together. I don't think that she'd ever even been with anyone else as I thought back to our high school days when we had only ever dated each other.
What did I do? I wondered as I saw him move from her car through the hotel room door that she had left open for him. Maybe I'll just drag him out of their room and beat the shit of of him until she agrees to stay home. I was coming up with a quick plan!
I pounded my head on the top of the steering wheel of my truck as I realized that she would probably hate me if I did that. Then I slowly began to slide into the next phase of self pity while realizing what a fucking bad husband I must have been. I've tried to make up for my just average size dick with enthusiasm to please her and making sure that she got off before I blew my load, but I missed something!
What a dick, I was to lose my wife! She obviously needed him and not me because he was giving her something that I didn't. What is wrong with me to not know that before now! I drove off to the first bar I came too and started with a couple shots before downing some beers.
I bounced around from self pity, to hating the bitch, to becoming aggressive and wanted to go back to the hotel, and then back to self pity. What a worthless selfish son of a bitch I'd become as I was hoping that someone would come up and talk shit to me so I could unload. The bartender told me that I had to leave as they were closing up.
I found my truck about where I thought I had left it and went back to the hotel parking lot. My wife's car was still there and their room was dark as he was probably done fucking the shit out of my wife! I went home, popped another beer, and started blowing shit up on my Halo video game until I passed out.
I woke up after noon, shot another beer with some Pepto Bismal for my stomach and head and headed back over to the hotel. Her car was gone! I picked up a bottle and a six pack and went back to wait for her parked next to the curb just down the street from the hotel. A couple of hours later the street was beginning to rock back and forth in my head so I cautiously headed back home and blew up some more shit on Halo.
My phone rang the next day while I was still drinking and blowing shit up and I thought that maybe it was her so I anxiously answered it to find out that my work wanted to know where I was. I told them that I died and hung up!
My buddy Pete, came by a couple of days later and asked me what the fuck? I told him about my changing plans from finding them and beating the shit out of him, to just drinking and blowing shit up, and back again. He told me to get my shit together and write her off, that she probably had gone back to her planet and that I was only hurting myself.
Pete told me to be in better shape tomorrow night because it was Saturday and he was coming by so we could go out and find some pussy! That sounded like a better plan than mine so I spent the rest of the night blowing shit up and drinking and then planned on sobering up in the morning.
It was later Saturday morning when I got up and showered with a beer, just to wash the crust off and get rid of my headache. I headed out of town to the hiking canyon to exercise some of this shit out of my system. I passed a few people and was beginning to feel human again when I heard some giggling off the trail to the west and curiously stopped to see what was up.
Looking down the canyon, I could see three people standing in a small circle with their arms around each other barely in view. They seemed to be all women in work out shorts and Ts bouncing around or something. My dick immediately asked if they were kissing! I thought to myself, maybe, and began to quietly work my way down towards them.
They were hidden from most of the hiking trail by trees and they were still in a tight circle bouncing around as the circle turned, but they weren't kissing. Their back packs were on the ground along with a couple of empty wine bottles and they had their t shirts now off rubbing their bare tits against each other while moving around in the circle laughing.
Well, this is great! I thought as I quietly moved closer and leaned back against a tree watching as they rubbed each other's tits together while a couple had their hands in each other's shorts playing with each other.
I had become horny quickly and had completely forgotten about my cheating lying slut of a wife and had my shorts down stroking myself as I watched. They bounced around in their little circle and would pull away from one another momentarily as their hands slid back into each others shorts while I could smell their horniness in the air and it was making me hard as a rock.
