Author's Note
: Just a short flash story, I wrote a while back and just got around to editing, about a cheating wife and the neighbor. If you don't like stories like this please move on. All errors are mine, don't tell me about them. Minimum character development so if you are looking for that what can I say? Oh yeah, it's not there. To all of you who don't like these kind of stories I just have one question. Why do you bother? Oh yeah, there is no sex in this story. You have all been warned.
And as for Echo Ridge fans, I'm still working on that one also. As for other stories, they are also being worked on. Busy, busy, busy. Be patient, they will all get done in the end.
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2018 - This is an original work by Zeb Carter and is protected under copyright by U.S. copyright law. It is only submitted at Literotica.Com and any submission to any other site has not been authorized by the Author.
Party Time
It was July 4th and we were having a block party. No, not me and my wife, our neighborhood. The street we live on has eight houses on each side of the street. That's sixteen families. That's who was having the block party. It was well in swing. The band was playing and the men were playing horseshoes. The young kids were running around like crazy and everyone was having a good time. I had just come back from an ice run and was looking for my wife, Denise. I'm John, by the way. We live in one of the middle houses on the south side of the street.
When I couldn't find her, I asked around. Kay, from across the street thought she might be in our house getting some snacks together. I nodded and headed for our place. I stopped just at the backdoor. There were three boys, not kids, old, looking at our front window. It was a large "picture window" is what it was called it. I could see that the drapes were drawn, but the lights in the living room were bright. It wasn't all that dark out, but the lights did shine through.
They were all watching the two shadows. There were two people sitting on our couch... making out. I went to the back door and as quietly as I could I went into the house. When we first bought the house, it was noisy as hell. It took me an entire weekend to screw the subfloor to the rafters. It was now really quiet. I took off my shoes at the door and a softly as I could walked to the doorway to the living room. I was surprised by what I saw. With my eyes wide, I just stared at my wife Denise as she kissed the woman from next door, Jennifer. It looked as if they had been making out for a long, long time.
They also seemed to have been getting together for quite awhile. They seemed to be very comfortable doing what they were doing. I almost gasped as Jennifer put her hand on Denise's breast and squeezed gently. Denise did gasp as she pulled her lisps from Jen's all her breath exploded from her lungs.
"You know," I said startling them both, "your shadows are on the curtains and there is a group of boys out front watching."
I stood there looking at the shock on their faces. I knew I should be angry with Denise, actually I was. Very angry in fact. I scowled at her and Jen.
"Oh my god," Jen said putting her hand over her mouth.
"Uh... honey... please don't be mad," Denise said almost choking.
I just looked at her and Jennifer. They both started to get up from the couch.
"Stay!" I yelled.
They both jumped at my shout and quickly sat back. I glared at Denise. Shaking my head I thought about what I had caught her doing and I wondered, who else she could have... I shook my head again.
"How long?" I asked softly.
They both looked at me as if confused.
"How long have you two been having sex?" I growled.
"Oh! When... back... since Steve died," Denise said. "Jenny was distraught and I was trying to comfort her. She kissed me. On the lips. I was shocked, but was also getting excited," Denise said stopping as she saw the look on my face.
"John, don't blame her. It was all me. I needed someone at that time and things happened. I'm so sorry..."
"Shut it Jen. God damn!" I shouted again.
Denise stood again. I gave her my really, really mad look. She sat back down. She was no longer looking at me. I stood there glaring at her. I didn't even look at Jen. Shaking all over, I couldn't stand still. I started to pace. I kept my eyes on Denise. She was looking at the floor. I know, I know. There are husbands out there that would love for their wife to get it on with another woman and let them watch of course. Personally, I don't like that she was going behind my back. That's cheating. I would never cheat on her, with a woman and definitely not with a man. Sorry, I'm not bi.
"John," Jen said softly.
"What?" I growled.
"It's really nothing to get upset about," Jen said.
"Wanna bet, Jen?"
"It's not like she went out and fucked some guy. It was just us girls," Jen replied.
"And if she will do it with you, how do I know she hasn't done it with some guy?" I growled.
"I... I guess you don't," Jen replied sitting back looking at Denise.
I looked at Denise. She looked back at me.
"I haven't been with any man but you. You are my husband. I would never cheat on you," Denise said almost in tears.
"You just were. Just because it was another woman doesn't make it okay. You promised to forsake ALL others. It doesn't mention the sex of the others. You have trashed out marriage vows."
Denise eyes opened wide, she was now crying. The tears were rolling down her cheeks. Jen put her arm around her best friend. I just shook my head. I almost felt sorry for both of them.
Six months ago, Steve, Jennifer's husband fell ill. He was diagnosed with cancer of the liver, stage four. The cancer had metastasized to other parts of his body. Stomach, lungs, even his heart. He died a week later. Jennifer was heartbroken and seriously depressed. She spent a lot of time at our house, just so she wasn't alone. She came over after her children went to school and went home when school was out. Then she was back when she put the kids to bed.
Denise wasn't working at the time. She was staying home to take care of our kids. We had two. A boy, Chris, eleven and a girl, Cindy, eight. Jennifer's kids were the same age. William, eleven and Karen, eight. I was working a lot of overtime so Denise didn't have to work. Had I been neglecting her? Not really. I was always ready for sex with her. Denise is a beautiful women. We are both 36 years old. We have been married thirteen years. I know that Denise is a very compassionate woman. She would give you the blouse off her back if she thought it would help you.
But, giving herself to another woman? Inexcusable. And if this isn't the first time she has consoled a friend like this? My mind was in a turmoil.
"Jen, go. Get out of here, please. Denise and I have things to talk about," I said softly.
"Don't you dare hurt her," Jennifer growled at me.
I almost laughed, but just shook my head instead as Jen got up and left.
"Now," I said looking at Denise.
"Now what?" she barked at me.
"You don't think you did anything wrong? Do you?"
"I didn't until you mentioned our marriage vows. But I have rethought what I did and come to the same conclusion you have. I was wrong. I was not only wrong, I was stupid. I should have discussed it with you first. I'm sorry for what I have done and for not talking to you first. Please forgive me?"
I looked at her. She was actually sincere. After thirteen years, we both knew when the other was lying.
"It's not that easy, dear. Like I said, how do I know you haven't done this with someone else? Like a man?"
"I told you..."