This story contains a very limited amount of explicit sex. You've been warned. Thanks to all who give meaningful feedback. I enjoy emailing with you.
Ian Anderson: "I may make you feel but I can't make you think."
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My name is Jeff. I've been married to Katie for ten years. She's just over five feet tall and not really overweight. I'm just under six feet tall and a little overweight. If you saw us in a crowd you wouldn't take notice of us. We're about as normal looking as it gets.
I had never been married and met Katie who had been divorced for about a year. Rob is her one year old son.
Katie was bubbly and confident and almost instantly we were seeing each practically every day.
I had been with a few women so my experience was quite limited. I fall into the category of men who aren't born as dazzling lovers. Even though Katie was likely to have had more experience she was always an impatient lover. Get it up, get it in, and get it done.
During our courtship the number of blow jobs far outnumbered the times we had sex. I performed oral sex on Katie but, my inexperience being a big factor, she seemed bored with it.
Even though the sex wasn't hot and steamy we got married and I moved into the house she had acquired in her divorce.
Rob never really knew his father and his father made no attempt to contact him. I just don't get it. I adopted Rob and changed his last name. We never talk about whether Rob knows I'm not his real father. I support his activities and we do lots of things together.
We both have solid jobs with the paychecks pretty similar. Katie is in the office early and home in time to pick Rob up from school. I occasional have an out of town trip but for the most part I'm home in the early evening.
Katie told me that when she gave birth to Rob it was a difficult pregnancy and she warned me she might not be able to get pregnant again. A couple of years into the marriage we started trying to get her pregnant. Having sex everyday while she was fertile was a very nice bonus. I did miss that when she did get pregnant. It took several months of trying before she became pregnant. Unfortunately, late in the pregnancy, she had a miscarriage and we learned she would never be able to get pregnant again.
During the attempts to get pregnant Katie would start by kneeling before me and work my pants to the floor. Using just her mouth she would lick me up and down and focus on the head of my cock. Giving a slow sensual mouth massage and stopping in time for me to pull her up to the middle of the bed. She wasn't very creative about positions so I either pushed her knees up or she would turn over and I'd do her doggie style. Impatient or bored lover would be the best description of her. She was passionate but we really didn't spend a lot of time doing sex acts. As the years rolled by the sex diminished to once or twice a week.
We live next to an older couple, Charlie and Sue, who travel a lot. When they are gone we look after their yard and keep their cars running. One afternoon I was home early to get ready for an out of town trip. Katie and I were doing the lawn and trimming things at Charlie and Sue's house. I was thirsty so headed home to get something to drink.
I used the icemaker and while filling my glass Katie's phone buzzed. Someone had sent her a text message. It only said '117'. That's weird; must be a wrong number. The number was easy to remember 678-5678. Seemed like a phony number. I went back outside and continued to work on the yard. We only spent another thirty minutes outside before calling it a day.
Rob needed a ride to his competitive soccer practice. Practice lasts about ninety minutes and the field is about fifteen minutes away. I offered to take him.
Katie snapped her head quickly and said "No, no need, I've got it."
I thought that was an over-reaction to a simple offer to help. Katie went upstairs to get changed.
Her phone, still on the counter, got me curious. I opened it but the text message had been deleted. My mind was trying to tie these things together. Why the odd body language on my offer? Why delete the text? What does 117 mean? I'd never had a reason to suspect anything out of line but now I wasn't so sure.
Since I would be on the road for my job early the next morning I had left my car at work and taken a company truck home. It has a GPS tracking device on it so the company can tell where their vehicles are currently located. I have an app on my phone that can capture the feed from the GPS tracker. I went out and took it out of the truck and put it her glovebox. I was talking to myself about how stupid this was and how paranoid I was acting.
Katie was in the kitchen getting ready to leave.
"I'm just going to stay and shop until practice is over, see you later."
She backed out and headed toward town. I knew I couldn't use my truck as Katie would recognize it. I grabbed the spare set of keys to Katie's car then went next door to Charlie and Sue's place and grabbed the keys to his car. I waited a minute then started into town. I was thinking, 'You're wasting your time'.
Nothing out of the ordinary as Katie dropped Rob off at practice. The GPS showed her heading toward the mall but then she took a left when the mall was off to the right. The GPS had stopped moving. I was about two stoplights back and getting anxious. I took the same left and I immediately knew what 117 meant. It was the room number at the motel. I saw her car parked with Katie sitting in it. I drove by before pulling into a spot with a truck shielding me from being spotted. I could see room 117 so I took my phone out and turned on the camera.
After a short wait a man walked to 117, opened it, and left the door ajar. I got a good pic. Less than a minute later I saw Katie push the door open and slide inside. I got a good pic. Now what? My heart was crushed, my mind was spinning, and my stomach was in a knot. How could she? Who was this? Was it someone from work? Is this some old friend? I had the phone number but finding out who could be a problem.
I knew Katie's email password so I used my phone to log in and did a search. Up came an email containing the contact information for all players on the soccer team. I opened the email and it jumped off the screen at me. Chad Jenkins was a midfielder and 678-5678 was the cell phone of Jerry Jenkins, his father. Listed next to his cell phone number was that of his wife, Terri.
Well Jerry, if you're going to fuck up my marriage, let's see how strong yours is. I sent Terri a text with the two pictures, the motel address, and the room number.
"Your husband and my wife have snuck away to do who knows what."
I hit the send button and waited.
My anger continued to build but I'm not a violent person. I thought I better retrieve my GPS so I opened Katie's car and retrieved it from the glovebox. I decided to just sit on the hood of her car until they emerged from 117.
About fifteen minutes passed when a car came to a quick stop a few spots away. A lady got out. I somewhat recognized her from the soccer games. This must be Terri. This could get interesting. She's about the same build and height as her husband, easily well over six feet tall and very athletic looking. She's not fat, just a big woman. She would snap me like a twig.
"Terri?"
Her head snapped towards me "Your wife?"
"Yep, they're in there. I'm Jeff."
"He's going to regret ever being born with balls. I'm going to beat the shit out of him."
"Won't bother me if you do the same with her."
"Do we just wait?"
"That's what I've been doing. Volleyball or basketball?"
"Both in high school but basketball in college. I enjoyed being an enforcer in the paint."
"I'm guessing you watched the overtimes from the bench then?"
"You got it. I enjoyed sending those prissy little guards bouncing and sliding into the bleachers. I'd foul out late in most games."
"I just had a thought. Since Jerry paid for the room do you think if you showed your ID at the front desk and ask for a key you'd get one?"
She bolted towards the office. A minute later she headed towards the room and flashed me the cardkey. I activated the video mode on my phone.
She slipped the cardkey in and pushed the door opened. Instant shouting and screaming then a blood curdling scream. Jerry, naked, was trying to pull Terri out of the room. Terri was dragging Katie who was also naked. Terri had both hands full of Katie's hair and as Jerry was pulling Terri she was dragging Katie. Katie was screeching with pain. A swift knee to Katie's face and Katie went limp. Katie's face was bleeding and Terri threw her to the ground out of the room. Terri threw down two handfuls of hair and gave Jerry a hard elbow to his midsection. He dropped to his knees. She turned and delivered a full force kick to his groin. His scream was music to my ears. Terri went back into the room and emerged with her arms full of clothing and Katie's purse.
"You fucking whore, you just wrecked my home!"
Terri emptied Katie's purse all over her sobbing bloody face. She took all the clothing then kicked Jerry in the balls again eliciting another primal scream. She dumped the clothing in her car's back seat then turned and looked at me. I gave her a thumbs up sign. She smiled, gave me the T sign the refs use for a technical foul, shook her head, hopped in, and drove off.
