"Honey, I'll be home late, so don't wait up. I am sure I will be tired and will want to sleep." Were the words out of my wife Ellen's mouth when making it clear to me that our marriage was over?
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It was Wednesday, November 4th, a pivotal day in our marriage.
It was just after 7:00 p.m. I was in the den reading USA Today after we had finished dinner. Ellen cooked as she usually did, and I cleaned up as usual. Once dinner was over, Ellen disappeared upstairs, and I heard the shower running, so I thought she might be cleaning up so we could have some fun tonight. It had been over a week since we made love, which was odd unless it was her time of the month, but that was not an issue today.
I was settled in the den, reading the paper and sipping two fingers of Glenlivet Scotch, my normal drink in the evening. Nothing was interesting in the news, but I read it anyway.
I heard Ellen's heels clacking as she walked down the hall. She stopped at the door and looked at me. I looked up over my readers, seeing Ellen standing in the doorway. She was dressed in a dark blue satin cocktail dress I had never seen before. Her hair was on her head, off her neck, graced by her mother's pearls. The dress was cut deep in front, showing her full breasts and short in length, showing off her long bare legs. Ellen stood sideways to me so I could see the dress was pasted over her nice firm ass. Finally, a pair of dark blue stilettos adorned Ellen's feet, matching her blue dress. She was holding a beaded pearl clutch in her left hand.
I was shocked by what I saw, but even more so when I noticed no jewelry on her left hand. Ellen was not wearing her engagement or wedding rings.
What the Fuck?
Seeing Ellen dressed this way and blatantly defiling our marriage by not wearing her rings inflamed me. What the hell was going on?
Before I could speak, Ellen said, "Honey, I'll be home late, so don't wait up. I am sure I will be tired and will want to sleep."
I was shocked at how cavalier Ellen was about what she was doing. She obviously did not care what I thought or felt about what was happening. It was all hard to take in and very confusing.
I lowered the paper and took off my glasses. "Ellen, what did you just say?"
Ellen looked at me with a smile. "David, I am going out. I will be back late, so you sleep, and we will talk in the morning."
"Where the hell are you going, Ellen? Even more important, who the hell are you going out with? What is his name? I demanded.
"David, I don't have time to talk about it now. I must go; an Uber is waiting outside." She said, reaching for the doorknob.
"What! I don't care about any damn Uber, let it wait! Ellen, you had thirty minutes to talk with me during dinner and tell me what you were doing. But you said nothing; not ten words were said. I guess you planned this and didn't want me to know about your rude surprise." I stated with ire in my voice.
"Well, yes, David, it is a surprise," Ellen said.
"Ellen, you are dressed very sexy tonight, like you are going on a date?" I said with my anger rising.
Ellen looked at me and said, "Well, yes, David, I guess you could call it a date."
"With whom, Ellen?" I was calm now, but my anger was quickly reaching volcano level.
"Honey, I can't talk now, and I must go. We will talk in the morning," Ellen said as she stepped to the door and disappeared.
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Ellen...
As I walked to the Uber, I thought, 'that went better than expected'. At least David didn't jump out of his chair to stop me, as I expected he would. But from the look on David's face, I knew he was in shock and confused. Maybe he couldn't react.
I had an odd feeling. I was excited, but worried. I had never done anything like this, so David had no reference point. I am concerned about what will happen when I get home tonight or in the morning when we talk. The thought of David's reaction frightens me.
What am I doing? I am going dancing with friends I made over the past several months at an adult cooking class I have been taking once a week. We had just graduated and decided to go out together for fun, drinks, and dancing.
There were twelve people in the class: four couples and four singles. Three of the four singles are married women, with one man, Anthony, who is single.
We all get along well and have fun learning to cook fantastic food. Anthony has been my cooking partner for the twelve weeks of the class. He and I have become close friends over the weeks, and there is more than a mutual attraction. Anthony and I go for coffee outside class a few times during the day. We recently went to lunch twice, and after our last two classes, we went out for drinks. We had drinks last Wednesday after class, and Anthony started to put moves on me, convincing me to stay out with him and go dancing at a club he knew.
My attraction to Anthony is new to me, and I have never had an interest in another man since David and I were married. I love my husband and was unsure how to deal with Anthony's effect on me. My concern was that if we continued to be around each other, my resolve would break down, and things might get out of hand.
That night, David was out of town, and I had no curfew, so I was free to do as I pleased. I liked Anthony, and the thought of going dancing with him and having him hold me close was very appealing. I was afraid we might be approaching a line that I was unsure I should or could cross. If I went with Anthony that night, I thought that this night might be the final straw, and I would not be able to resist.
The excitement I was feeling ran through my body like a lightning bolt. When Anthony touched my hand, I nearly melted. The sexual tension was almost overpowering. My body told me, 'Yes, give yourself to him, let him have you for tonight, and go back to David tomorrow as if nothing happened. David will never know.'
Anthony paid the bill, and we walked out to the parking lot. My mind was a jumbled mess. Anthony walked me to my car, stopped, took me in his arms, and with no resistance from me, kissed me sweetly, then harder as my whole body surrendered to him. My tongue slipped out, meeting his, and his hands cupped my ass, pulling my hips tight to him.
Our kiss deepened, and I felt him growing hard against me. Adding to my confusion, my pussy began to wet, and my nipples hardened against his chest. I would lose the battle if there were one. But at that moment, I didn't care.
Then I thought. I have been a loyal wife for five years, never thinking of another man, and I was thinking of my loving husband, whom I love dearly. But then again, I had never met anyone like Anthony before, and I had never been this close to another man for any period before now. Now I have thoughts of stepping out on David. This was of great concern to me.
I pulled back and looked at Anthony. He was a beautiful man with long blonde hair touching his shoulders, deep blue eyes, a strong jaw, a fit body, and a surfer look, but he was older and more mature. He was funny, and my attraction to him was real. When we touched or even as we stood at the stove cooking in class, he made my blood boil. The slightest touch or even a simple brush against me makes my pussy wet, and my nipples grow hard. No man besides my husband has ever had that effect on me.
There I was, standing in the parking lot, kissing a man who was not my husband. It is so wrong, but it felt so good. My whole body wanted this.
Anthony pulled me to his truck and took me to a club to dance. I knew what he wanted and was unsure I could do that. Physically cheating on David was something I couldn't do. I love him and did not want to do anything that could hurt him or destroy our marriage. Yet again, Anthony's physical attraction was almost overwhelming.
We danced and kissed, and I let his hands roam over any part of me he wanted. My pussy was begging for release, and my breasts were full, with hard, aching nipples. I was nearly lost to him, but my conscience would not give in.
