To say my wife loves Facebook is to say that a fish loves water. We married young, in our 20s and had a child within a few years. Our first 10 years were a fiery romance. However, frankly the sex was always the best part and often there were arguments. They never lasted for too long, as who can keep their hands off DD breasts and a badonkadonk booty? My wife was fully aware of her power over me and used it. However, my wife found her life with me somewhat isolating.
She'd moved south for work but left all her friends in New York. On one hand she loved our laid back southern lifestyle, the warmer weather and non ridiculous traffic. On the other hand, she longed for a close friend or two. Friendships are harder to make when you are an adult with a kid and a husband. Moreover, I disliked going to New York to hang with her friends as I was always the odd man out and she'd basically ignore me. Frequently, for all of these reasons, she went just with our son to see her parents or by herself to see her friends.
She kept in touch with her friends on an almost by the minute basis via Facebook. Frequently, she told me of parties where she received massages and was overly flirtatious while intoxicated. I never really cared too much. Besides believing in trust, I'm just not naturally all that jealous. Or rather my jealousy stays inside or doesn't escalate to the point of getting upset or doing anything about it. Besides, so long as she told me about it, nothing all that scandalous could be going on.
As time went on, her friendships from Facebook expanded as she met friends of friends and some of the parties got larger and more rambunctious. Most of the new friends she met were men. Several of the men mentioned that should she ever get tired of me that they'd move right in.
Frequently she drove to New York which is a bit of a trek from our home in Richmond. At about 5 hours, sometimes longer with traffic, this was a bit of an ordeal and part of why I didn't like making the trip too often. A second reason is that when she went to parties with her friends, we didn't have a regular babysitter so even if I wanted to we'd have no childcare so often we couldn't do things like that together.
My wife has a pretty strong sexual appetite and always has. I was far from her first and when we first started dating she had far more experience than me. Sometimes she would tell me about her previous exploits including threesomes and one night stands or two different guys in one night. I often felt a bit jealous but also we usually had great sex after this.
As she turned 40 she still looked like she was in her late 20s or early 30s. Her lips stayed full and succulent and let's just say she never had trouble with dryness. In my middle ages, I'd comparatively let myself go with a bit of a gut and love handles. She never complained and always seemed to enjoy our sexlife but clearly I was not "in the same league" as she was in any respect of the term.
She started to feel lonelier and went to her parties up north more frequently. She'd met a fellow on Facebook who was a regular now at some of the parties. He went by "T" and he was a six foot tall African American with a shaved bald head and muscular figure. He'd given her a massage at a recent party and even massaged her buttocks. She talked about him and his life and his problems and all rather frequently. It seemed all above board and it wasn't unusual for her to talk about someone for months on end and then not see them or talk to them for awhile as the twists and turns of life happened.
She almost always called me before she drove home from New York and once when she stopped along the way in Maryland or NoVA to let me know she was on her way and safe. However, on one day before her friends' big memorial day party we'd had a fight about money or something stupid. She left without saying goodbye and didn't call me when she got there. She didn't even call me when she left.
She got home late Tuesday night. I'd stayed up late because I was worried. I however fell asleep before she got in. She took off her jeans and climbed into bed. Normally she would have put on PJs but sometimes if she was tired or a little hung over she'd just sleep in her clothes or maybe just her underwear. It was warm so she just took off her jeans.
I woke up realizing she was in bed and asked her when she got in. "Five minutes ago. We have a lot to talk about but I'm too tired. Let's talk in the morning."
"I love you," I replied and rolled back over.
In the morning I drove my son to school and came home to talk. We both work jobs that allow us to make our own hours. I found her in our room on Facebook as usual. She closed her laptop and motioned to me to come sit next to her on the bed.
"I really don't think the way you talk to me is fair. I was really upset and went to the party and my friend comforted me." She looked away from me and down at the mattress. "In fact T was especially helpful in helping me realize that you haven't been speaking very nicely to me in awhile. I got a bit drunker than I should have at the party and I kissed him. It was part the alcohol, part anger, part he was being very nice. It doesn't excuse what I did but I wanted you to understand why it happened."
I shuddered a bit and was for the first time a bit angry, "So is that what you do at those parties?"
"It was the first time that much happened. It wasn't right of me and I'm sorry."
Months went by and she didn't mention T to me again. Things got better between us and in many ways our relationship was better than it had been. I occasionally did get jealous pangs now and again.
In September I went up with her to New York in part because there was a family event and I also had business in the area. She had a party to go to and our son wanted to visit his grandparents. We stayed in a local hotel as her parents house was a bit small with a rather uncomfortable futon in the only guest quarters. Our son slept at his grandparent's house and I eventually went back to the hotel. At 3am my wife arrived to our hotel room after her party.
I could smell the sex on her. She laid down in the bed and kissed me, but her lips were salty. Sometimes she'd kiss me after giving me a blow job (not to completion) and I recognized the taste of precum on her lips. "I'm sorry" she whispered, and kissed me harder. I was rather confused.