First thing: this is also more a relationship story about cheating with sex, than a sex story that deals with cheating. If all you want is sex, you'll need to do some skimming ahead. As with all my writing, I had a plot idea that I thought would make an interesting story. I wrote the ending first, and then wanted to not take the expected path to that ending. I'm sure it's not a completely original plotline, but hope it's not typical and the characters are interesting.
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"Kevin..." said Frank's voice apprehensively on the phone, "Callie's here. She's still sleeping."
"Hey, Frank," I replied, "Yeah, it's fine. I knew. Callie texted me before midnight about going to crash there. Something about having too many drinks at the restaurant. I bet Suzie has quite a few herself. She's not too sick, I hope..."
"Kevin, Suzie told me that she brought Callie here because she couldn't let her go home."
I laughed. "What's the supposed to mean? My charming wife doesn't drink often, but has puked both in my truck and on me on a couple occasions. Nothing I would be that upset about." She also was so drunk once that she shit on me while trying to seduce me. Not something I'd share with the husband of her lifelong best friend.
"Jesus, just listen okay..." Frank took a big breath. "I've been up for hours debating on what to do, but decided on what I'd want to happen if I was in your shoes. I'm pretty certain Callie had unprotected sex with someone last night."
"What?" I paused and waited for the punch line. "Come on, you're joking... Why would you think that?"
"How her hair and clothes were... Her bra was stuffed in her purse and Suzi gave her a change of underwear before going to bed. I found the ones I'm sure she was wearing in the bathroom garbage and they're cum-stained at the crotch - not just a little."
There was no way. After fifteen years together, you know someone. Callie was not the type to even flirt with other men. She would blush if I talked too dirty with her - even while having sex. At thirty-five, she still looked amazing and always took great pride keeping in shape having been a competitive dancer when in high school. Unlike Suzie, Callie never was one to flaunt her body or flirt. Even with our sex-life, except on a few occasions, I always initiated things.
I started to think of our sex life, trying to process what Frank told me. It wasn't as frequent as it used to be - kids and career slow things down. I thought both of us were satisfied every time - despite changes to her attitude towards sex. Blowjobs were a rare treat that became rarer eight years ago after I accidently came in her mouth. That time, she really didn't want to in the first place and I kind of guilted her, so her reaction of slapping me in the face was justified, as it was more impulse than accident. But there was more to it, after kids she almost seemed a little squeamish about the act of sex.
We decided no more kids after our youngest was born, and Callie went on birth control. That lasted four months because she complained it gave her headaches and prevented her loosing her pregnancy fat. So, we switched to condoms and three months later, she could drop jaws in a bikini - if she wore one. I was missing the feel of unprotected sex and got fixed, which made her quite happy. However, she then complained about how messy she felt when I came in her and still insisted I wore condoms. There was a couple times, usually when she was drunk, when we went without. However, she always complained after like she wasn't fully aware or enjoyed it. That hadn't been for years; even drunk Callie now insisted "no glove, no love." I couldn't rational her cheating, never mind consenting to unprotected sex, with anyone.
"Frank, I'm coming over now, wake her. Someone must have raped her - gave her drugs. Save the panties for evidence." Frank was a police officer.
"Kevin, I don't think it was anything other than booze..." Frank sighed. "Look, Suzie and I aren't in the best shape right now; I slept on the couch. When I kissed her after she got Callie settled in, I could taste semen. It was obvious she tried to mask it with booze and mints, but it definitely was there. She denied it at first, but eventually admitted to sucking some asshole off. Swears that's all she did and that her clothes never came off."
"Shit, I'm sorry, what did she say happen?"
"Just that, a blowjob with clothes on - mind you she was only wearing a short slip dress and no underwear. I asked what about Callie then, and... she wouldn't say anything about it or who the guy or guys were..."
Just like Callie, Kevin never in his wildest dreams expected Suzie to do something like that. Unlike Callie, she was a flirter - even with him when she was drunk - but only to point and never physical. If she willingly blew some guy... A knot formed in my stomach with the realization that my wife probably was unfaithful to me too that night.
"Look Kevin, I'm sure this came as a huge shock... I'm still sick about this, but please don't do anything you'll regret," said Frank.
"What the fuck should I do then?" I said, "And who died and made you the fucking expert on my wife?"
"Look, I don't blame you. I'd be pissed too... Fuck, I am still angry with what Suzie did - or at least says she did." Frank sighed again. "Okay, my girls are up already. I already arranged to take them to Suzie's mom this morning. I sure as hell don't want them around when I discuss this with my wife now she's sober. I'll wake Suzie now. Give her twenty minutes and head over. That will give you two some alone time and maybe you'll find out more than I did about what happened last night."
"Okay, that will work."
"What about your kids?"
"Morgan and Arthur are old enough to be alone for a few hours. Christ, Morgan's nearly twelve now..."
"Okay, going to wake Suzie now and will tell her to let Callie sleep some more. I shouldn't be more than an hour. Please don't wreck my house before I come back..."
"Not funny," I said, though I did laugh a bit.
"None of this is... See you in a bit."
In the fourteen years I've known her, I've never seen Suzie without make-up. When she opened the door to let me in, she looked her full thirty-three or so years old -maybe older. Her dyed-blonde hair was recently washed and thrown in a ponytail still wet, but her face looked pale and her eyes really puffy and red. I assumed it was from a combination of lack of sleep, being hung over, and crying. She had on a baggy shirt and old sweats.
"Kev, please don't yell," she said in a quiet voice, "Come have some coffee first, please."
As I followed her to the kitchen, I said in a calm voice, "Was it consensual?"
"I'm pretty sure it was... definitely some of it, and it was for me."
We sat at the table, with our cups of coffee already ready. Mine already had a cream in it; Suzie knew how I had my coffee.
She took a sip and wiped her red eye. "You're going to tell him what I say, aren't you?"
I took a sip of my own coffee. "I think you should tell him everything about you. If you don't... he should know... Callie is only my business."
Suzie frowned and nodded. "Well... You might as well know. I'm scared you'd find out anyway. As I'm sure Callie told you, we were out for supper for Jocelyn's birthday at that new steakhouse, across the street from Verb..."
Jocelyn was another old friend of my wife's, who was also really pregnant with her first child. Verb was dance club that had the reputation of being a little sleazy. My wife loved the music they played, and I didn't so they've had a few girls' nights there. I fully trusted my wife and didn't have a problem. It was only twenty minutes from our place, and I could easily drive and kick anyone's ass that gave her or her friends a hard time.
"Yeah, Frank mentioned you were dressed for action in a tiny dress and no underwear..."
"Did he mention that I spent twenty minutes bugging him to decide what to wear and having gained a few pounds, that dress fit a little tighter than I remembered? Did he mention it was him who suggested to just go commando after I hated how pantie-lines were really showing even in my skimpiest underwear?" Suzi shook her head. "Sorry for snapping, but come on... You've known me how long? Yes, I like to dress up and feel sexy, but when did that ever mean I acted like some easy slut?"
"Last night..."
Suzi shook her head. "Not true... Not really. Please can you let me finish and then feel free to yell at me if that makes you feel better. I'm sure Frank will be doing that as soon as he's back."
I gestured for her to continue and took another sip of coffee.
Suzi fidgeted with her cup as she talked, "So Mandy - don't think you know her - was the fourth in our group. She didn't drink and of course Jocelyn wasn't at the time, but Callie and I started in the wine before supper. As you noticed, Callie left her car here and Jocelyn picked us up so we could unwind for a bit during supper. Plan was to catch a ride back with her or call you or Frank to come pick us up.
"By the time we had dessert, we were both feeling no pain with all of us having a blast. I'm sure everyone in the place was staring at the loud drunks cackling like hens. Good thing, we were eating in the lounge part, so the music was cranked up and we weren't disturbing too many suppers. We were teasing each other, laughing and just having a fun.
"After dessert, a tray of shooters was brought to us courtesy of some guys sitting at the bar. Since the other two weren't drinking, Callie and I each did two shots. They went down like fire - pure tequila. Her back was to the bar, so I waved to the two guys - a short really skinny cute one and a taller really fat one - who waved back. About fifteen minutes later, they sent us two more shots. We did them, and I knew we crossed the line to being drunk. My head was a fog and Callie was getting - you know how filthy she gets when loaded..."
