PRANK CONSQUENCES
Herb was standing with a group of his neighbors at a backyard party when his friend Chris joined them. The group finally broke up and the men moved on to talk with others. Chris stayed with Herb. "Herb, I really admire you."
Herb replied, "I know I have a lot of admirable qualities, but which one impresses you most?" Herb was smiling.
"I just found out that you and Melissa have an open marriage. Man, I would not have the guts to even bring up the subject to Jane, much less actually have sex with someone I'm not married to."
"Melissa and I have an open marriage? Where did you hear that nonsense?"
"From Melissa of course. You think I would believe any other source?"
Herb's face flushed as his blood pressure went up. "Tell me details."
"I saw Melissa by herself in by the fireplace. She looked sad, so I asked her if anything was the matter. I guess she had too much to drink because she just came out and said, 'I'm sad because my latest boyfriend broke up with me.'
"I asked, 'Boyfriend, what boyfriend? You're still married, aren't you?"
"'Of course, you don't think I would have a boyfriend without Herb's approval, would you? We have an open marriage. We just don't advertise it for appearance's sake. Don't worry about Herb. Hell, he's had a couple of girlfriends already too. I was hoping to find someone new here tonight to hook up with. Don't worry. I know Jane wouldn't let you even if you were interested. I've got to go. Nice to talk to you, Chris'.
"She walked away, and I stood there stunned. That's why I came to you. I was hoping you could give me some pointers on how to bring up the subject to my wife."
Herb had a hair trigger. He was pissed, so pissed he had to get away from Chris to keep from screaming at him or causing physical harm to someone, i.e., his wife. He decided to go looking for her. Melissa was surrounded by a group of men. She was standing close to Jerry, our newest neighbor. There was a lot of joking and laughing and touching being exchanged among all of them, but Jerry especially. Herb knew she would call what she was doing as innocent flirting. Herb called it foreplay. He turned around and went out to their car and drove home. Within 30 minutes he had packed, thrown his wedding album into a roaring fireplace, and left his wedding ring on the kitchen table.
His cell phone started ringing as he headed out away from the house. It was Melissa. When he didn't answer, it went to voice mail. "Herb, where the hell are you? Someone said you left in a huff. Is there something wrong with your parents? Call me back ASAP."
Herb was contemplating how to respond when the Fourth and Vine Street intersection was coming up. It was a corner known for hookers plying their trade. He stopped. One scantily glad woman came over to his car. "Want to party, big guy?"
"Yeah, how much?"
"You a cop?"
"No, are you a nun?"
"Hey, I got to make sure. To answer your question, it depends on what you want and how long you want it to last."
"I think I just want a blowjob to calm me down."
"My specialty. $50."
"Get in." She got in and asked if he knew where to go. He didn't. She directed him to a narrow alley nearby.
Once there, he handed her $50. Soon his dick was out, and her mouth was going to work. It was obvious from the beginning she was wanting to get over as soon as possible. Suddenly, he became worried about leaving a mess in the car. "Do you swallow?"
"$25 bucks more."
"Deal." In less than five minutes, the deed was done.
"Thanks. I needed that."
"Any time. You know where my office is."
Herb took her back to the corner and gave her the extra money.
He took the next call from his furious wife. "Where are you? You just can't leave me at the party without me knowing what's going on. Are you okay?"
"Oh, I feel fine. You see, I just exercised my option in our 'open' marriage. The young lady had a very talented mouth."
"Open marriage? What are you talking about? We don't have an open marriage."
"That's not what Chris said you told him. Sorry, I need to go." Herb hung up. Subsequent calls from her were unanswered. After reaching his room at the motel, he started crying. "Why? How could she do that to me, to us?"
*****
MELISSA
"Chris! Get your ass over here, right now!"
Chris was grinning widely as he went to Melissa. "Yes, ma'am, how can I help you?"
"What did you tell Herb about me being in an open marriage?"
Chris was laughing. "I told him that you said you had an open marriage. I wish I could have been there when he told you. I bet he almost pissed in his pants when he found out he had been pranked."
"You asshole! He told me over the phone that he found out from you that I said we had an open marriage. He was calling from just having had sex with a hooker to get revenge. You bastard! You may have cost me my marriage." She slapped his face.
Chris's wife saw the slap and came running over. "Melissa, what was that for? Was he harassing you?"
"Ask him." Melissa stalked off to find a ride back to her house.
*****
HERB
Herb stopped crying and started drinking the bottle of bourbon he had bought on the way in. He mixed in a little Sprite to make a mixed drink - a very little Sprite. It took a while to achieve a semblance of relief from the pain he felt in his heart. He drank more to slow down the need to plan the rest of his life, without the woman he had trusted but who had betrayed him.
He was glad it was a Saturday. Calling into work was a task he didn't want to do. At least, he now had a couple of days before he had to tell others what had happened. The thought of people finding out was humiliating. He went back to crying.
Melissa stayed up all night in hopes Herb would realize that he had been pranked and he would come back and apologize. As the night went on, however, she got mad that Herb didn't come to her first to check out what Chris, a known prankster, had told him. She remembered how quick to anger he was. That he would believe a rumor like that so easily, was disturbing. His trust and respect for her were at a lower level than she had assumed. Then for his first reaction to be to get revenge by fucking some street whore. She went to bed in hopes of going on the offensive tomorrow. "That bastard."