My name is Steve Moore and I've been happily married to my wife Kate for almost two years; well I was until last month anyway. This was Kate's first marriage but it was my second. My first marriage ended when I found my wife, Ann, screwing around with one of my now ex-friends, Kenny.
My dad always told me, that if you treat your wife like a queen, she would never stray; ya right. I treated Ann like the sun and the moon rose and set in the center of her ass, but she still cheated on me anyway. The worst part about it, I never saw it coming. The girl's night outs, the sexy clothes she purchased, supposedly for me, and the decrease in affection, should have all been eye openers; but I guess I was just too dumb and in love to see what was actually happening. It wasn't until my best friend, Tim, pulled me aside and told me that Ann was cheating on me that I put two and two together.
"Steve, everyone knows about Kenny and Ann but you. Some of your friends think, you all ready know about the two of them, and are too big a wimp to do anything about it. I've told them no, but your reputation is sinking fast good buddy," Tim told me.
I was stunned and didn't believe it at first. "There's no way Ann's cheating on me, she loves me too much," I told him. But after four beers, and recalling some of the events of the past six months, I started to wonder even myself.
I'm a lightweight drinker and after five beers, Tim had to drive me home. "Don't do anything stupid," he cautioned me as he dropped me off. "You're in no condition to get into it with her tonight; wait until tomorrow morning and then tell her you know everything and see what she says," he instructed.
Shit, I was in no shape to even walk, much less ask Ann about why she was screwing around on me.
Tim layed me on the living room couch, and that's where I woke up the following morning, with a splitting headache, thank you very much. After brushing my skuzzy teeth, taking a long, cold, shower; I was ready to confront Ann.
"What do you mean, so what?" I said. "Don't you even feel bad for cheating on me?" I screamed.
"You were working all the time and I got lonely," she replied. "Kenny was always coming over, and one thing led to another one night; that's all."
"What do you mean one thing led to another? Didn't you once say to yourself, I'm a married women and I shouldn't be doing this; especially with one of my husbands best friends?" I shouted.
"You weren't suppose to find out, but then Kenny started coming over all the time and we got careless; I guess that's how the word got out. If you want, I'll stop seeing him and we can go back to the way it was before," she said, like she was talking to a little kid.
"Ann, it'll never be like it was before," I told her. "Hell, I don't even like you right now," I said getting up and walking to our bedroom.
"Look, it was an accident that's all. I still love you, and I sure as hell know you love me," she said smiling. "We can work through this, hell, we'll probably have a stronger marriage because of it," she tried to tell me.
I just sat there looking at her in total amazement; she didn't have a clue what was going on. "Shit Ann, why don't we just have a three way; with you, me and Kenny? This way you could make a complete cuckold out of me," I said mocking her.
"You don't have to get so sarcastic," Ann, said almost annoyed with me.
At this moment, it took all my strength not to strangle her. My marriage was in the toilet and my beloved wife didn't seem to even care; no tears, no begging to change, nothing.
Over the next two hours I packed up my clothes, everything of value, and loaded my van; all the while listening to Ann go on and on about how much she loved me.
"You really are one dumb bitch Ann. Do you really think I'd take you back after what you've done? Do I have stupid tattooed across my forehead," I asked her. "Have a good life, I hope you, Kenny, and his wife are happy;" yes, Kenny was married.
In three months I was single again, but told myself it would be a cold day in hell before I ever got married again; but then I met Kate. It wasn't love at first sight, more like a firm dislike of each other. She was a friend of a friend and I thought she was arrogant as hell.
"The way she struts around, you'd think she was God's gift to men," I told Tim.
"She's my wife's best friend so I put up with her, but you're right; she does thinks her shit doesn't stink," Tim said with a laugh. "I guess you don't want to double date on Saturday night then?" he asked.
"You know I love you and Carol to death, but miss high and mighty and I will never, ever, be a couple; so please tell Carol to stop her match making," I told him. "But, if you want to go some where Saturday, and she just happens to comes along, well then I could probably handle that."
Dinner was ok and the club the girls wanted to go to was new, but in a seedy part of town. The only table that was available was towards the back, and after getting settled, Tim and I went for drinks. Because the place was so packed, it took about twenty minutes for us to get the drinks. When we came back to our table, we saw that Carol and Kate were talking to two, very large, white guys.
"Hey buddy that's my seat," I told the first one as I put our drinks on the table.
"Your name's not on this chair," he said looking at the back of it.
"Look, I'm not looking for trouble, but these ladies are with us, so why don't you just push off," I told them.
"Why don't we let the ladies decide," he replied.
Carol told the guy next to her that Tim was her husband and he gave up his chair willingly. The other smart-ass guy waited for Kate to speak up. Taking her silence as an acceptance, he became a real prick.
"I guess the lady isn't satisfied with you, so why don't you move along and let us get to know each other a lot better," he said now facing Kate.
"Dick head I'm done being nice, move your ass before I move it for you," I said moving up to his face.
He must have out weighed me by thirty pounds, and was at least four inches taller than me, but the one thing I remembered from boot camp was, being in close levels the playing field; especially when the guys bigger than you.
I thought he was just going to push me back but he decided to try and throw a haymaker; what an idiot. I ducked, stomped down on the top of his foot and drove my knee into his groin as hard as I could. He dropped like a rock. His buddy looked at me, like he was going to try something, that's when the bouncer came over.
Within two minutes, all six of us were outside the club.
"Thanks Kate, thank you very fucking much," I said walking out to the parking lot as Tim yelled for me to stop. "Take your wife and the bitch home," I replied. "I've had enough fun for one night."
"Kate's sorry," Tim, said a couple of days later. "She never thought the guy would take it that far," she told Carol. "Believe it or not, Kate was trying to make you jealous," he said with a laugh.
"Jealous, jealous," I fumed. "The bitch almost got my ass kicked," I yelled. "What's she going to do for an on core; get me shot? No thank you, I love my hide and don't need her kind of trouble," I told Tim.
Carol left me alone after that, or should I say, Tim made sure she left me alone. We all went out as a group and even Kate joined us once in a while. I'd simmered down and accepted her apology, and even danced with her once in a while; that's when it started again.
In the last four months I'd probably gone out with over ten women. At thirty- one, I must have been a real catch because I was decent looking and had a steady job; a good combination.
