This is a story of total fiction. As in a lot of these types of stories, some of it is rather hard to believe, but hey, it's a story, let your imagination run free.
Why do all these cheating wives stories sound so trite? The same old synopsis; I came home early, I found an email, I caught her and her lover at the office Christmas party, I just happened to be driving past a motel and saw her car parked in front of a room. There must be other ways a cuckold husband discovers his wife's adultery, at least you'd think so. Then again, maybe not, maybe there are only a half dozen ways a man comes to realize his marriage has just come to a shit screeching halt. I know in my case I was so in love with my wife of 10 years that it took a total lightning strike to get me to understand what had been going on between my wife and her lover for the past 6 months. I did not have a fucking clue.
Shannon and I met in college our sophomore year and were instantly attracted to each other. She had rich auburn hair and blue eyes, a pretty face and a slim svelte body with long legs and medium sized breasts. She was in a word, perfect, at least to me she was. With all that going for her the thing that made me fall head over heels was her personality. She was intelligent, bubbly and fun. I could talk to her for hours about everything and anything. We were best friends and after going together for three months Shannon gave me her virginity in the back seat of my car parked behind the town baseball diamond. It was to that point the highlight of my life. It was fumbling and awkward as I missed twice trying to get my cock inside her before we found the right angle and the right spot. When our bodies finally joined together she cried, not from pain she assured me, but from happiness. I will never forget her words as my cock finally slid inside her for the first time, "oh Stu, we did it."
From that moment on there was never a doubt that Shannon and I would be together forever, or as it turned out for ten years anyway.
My name is Stewart Grey, but everyone calls me Stu. I was born and raised in a medium sized town in the Midwest. I'm 6 foot even and weigh 187. I'm considered reasonably good looking with brown eyes and sandy hair. By profession I'm a contractor. I have my own small company with a permanent staff of 5. We handle mostly interior upgrades for folks who can afford them and our work is considered superior. Shannon teaches music at a local high school and together we make a very nice living, have a beautiful home and since we're both in our early thirties are planning on starting our family in the very near future.
Like I mentioned earlier we have enjoyed a wonderful first ten years of marriage. Our sex life was awesome though I'm not going to exaggerate like some do and tell you we'd go at it twice a day, every day, more like three times a week, but it was always loving and often hot and steamy. We snuggled every night, that was an unbreakable rule and every morning when I woke up next to Shannon I was amazed at how beautiful she is and how lucky I was to have her for my wife. I can honestly say that, even though I'd much rather live every day with her, if I had to give up my life for her I would do it without hesitation.
I guess I really should have made that last statement in the past tense since out of the blue something blindsided me, something so totally unexpected and emotionally staggering that I can't to this day say I've completely recovered from it.
As a contractor in the Midwest most of our work is confined to the spring, summer and autumn months. People just don't seem to like the interior of their homes torn apart when its 5 degrees outside and there's 3 feet of snow on the ground. For that reason the vacations that Shannon and I took were usually around the Christmas and New Year's holidays and over spring break. During the summer when I was busy making money Shannon occasionally took a week to visit her folks, went on a shopping trip with her two sisters or took a summer class or two to keep her teaching credentials current.
Our favorite trip each winter was to someplace warm and in the winter of our destruction we chose an all-inclusive resort in the Bahamas, two weeks in paradise for the two of us to reconnect in body and spirit. What I soon found out though is how wrong that thought was.
I first have to explain that before Shannon and I climbed on that plane in Minneapolis I not only didn't have a clue I would have called you a liar and spit in your face had you dared to imply that there was something wrong in our marriage. We were the perfect couple, so madly in love and deeply connected in every way that it was almost like the two of us were one person merged into two bodies. Ours was a union so strong that nothing in heaven or earth could ever come between us. I guess I just forgot that there was also a hell and though I didn't know it at the time, I was teetering on the brink, about to fall into the molten abyss.
The first inkling I had that something wasn't quite right was at the security check in at Minneapolis-St. Paul International Airport. The line was long, lots of folks trying to exchange the extreme cold for some tropical warmth and as Shannon and I waited in line to go through the scanners I noticed a man in the line next to us glancing at Shannon. Now that's not unusual, my wife is a striking woman and often has men casting slightly lustful glances her way, but this seemed different, almost like he was trying to get her attention. I wanted to learn more so I pretended to look down at my boarding pass while watching the guy out of the corner of my eye. His glances in her direction were furtive to say the least and then I caught it, Shannon's quick glance back at him and a subtle flick of her hand as if she was saying, "not now". He smiled and nodded and I almost lost my breakfast. I was stunned. It was then I realized that the two of them knew each other. How well I wasn't sure, but that knowledge sent up all kinds of warning flags.
As we continued through security I watched the two of them carefully and there was no further attempt at contact on either of their parts. I know I became very quiet, but for some reason Shannon didn't seem to notice, I guess her thoughts were elsewhere. My hope was that the man, whoever he was, was not on our plane, but once we boarded and took our seats I saw I was mistaken, he was sitting in an aisle seat about 15 rows in front of us. Another thing that seemed odd to me was that Shannon decided she wanted the aisle seat in our row. That never happens, she always wants to sit by the window, but not this time. I asked her what was up since I'd pre booked the window seat for her, giving myself the middle seat, but she just said her breakfast wasn't agreeing with her and she didn't want to disturb anyone if she had to use the restroom.
I asked the woman sitting in the aisle seat if she minded taking the window seat instead and when I explained about my wife's stomach issues she readily agreed and the exchange was made.
I usually have no problem sleeping on a plane and the long flight between Minneapolis and Miami would afford me that opportunity, but in my heightened state of anxiety there was no way I could sleep on that flight, though I was going to pretend too.
We stowed our carryon items in the overhead bin and Shannon placed her purse under the seat in front of her. Once we were airborne I took out my Twins baseball cap and pulled it down over my forehead and pretended to fall asleep. I gave myself enough space to keep an eye on Shannon and 15 minutes later she glanced down at me and once she was confident I was sleeping, she got up and made her way up the aisle toward the restrooms. I shifted in my seat so I could see the full length of the aisle and noticed that when she walked past the seat occupied by what I now assumed was an acquaintance of hers, she put her hand out as if to steady herself and briefly touched the guy's shoulder. More proof that something was up between them and this whole thing was no coincidence.
I noted that they hadn't looked at each other and Shannon made her way to the restroom. When she came out moments later she looked right at him and he stood and walked towards her. When they met in the aisle instead of one of them turning aside so the other could pass they faced each other and stopped for a brief moment. He placed his hand on her waist, she touched his chest for a second and spoke to him. They both smiled warmly and as she continued back towards her aisle seat his hand slid down her ass causing Shannon to smile again.
That was all I needed to realize that these two had known each other for a while and were obviously intimate at some level. At the same time it also hit me like a ton of bricks that my wonderful marriage was in real danger and might very well be over. I was suddenly engulfed in so much angst that I had to turn my face away from Shannon as she sat down and buckled her seatbelt. How could she do this to me, to us? How long had this been going on? Who was this man and how far had they already gone in their relationship? For the rest of the flight I tried to make some sense out of everything I'd seen and prayed that when we transferred to our flight to Nassau, he wouldn't be on it, but somehow I knew he would be.
Much to my pain I was right. As soon as Shannon and I boarded the plane I saw him sitting five rows behind us. He was reading the inflight magazine and paid no attention to us as we took our seats. Shannon, now apparently no longer suffering stomach issues took her usual seat by the window.
The flight to Nassau was uneventful and after landing we picked up our luggage, rented a car and made our way to the resort. Shannon texted while I drove, "Who are you messaging?"
"Oh just my mom and sisters, letting them know we got here."
Yeah maybe I thought, but I'd sure like to see for myself. Isn't it strange that when suspicions start, they just snowball?
