"Danny, this isn't something that needs to affect us. Not in any real or meaningful way. It's something completely outside of us."
You're probably wondering why my bride of twelve years just made that statement to me just now.
Thirty minutes earlier I had walked out of my office building, where I work as a CPA for a medium size accounting firm, to walk a couple of blocks to the diner I frequented a couple of times a week to grab a quick lunch. Across the street from my work they were building a new eight story office building. There was a food truck there with a long line of construction workers waiting to order.
Seeing the long line, I assumed the food must be good so I decided to get something from the food truck instead of the diner. That one impulsive decision snowballed into a dramatic change of the path my life was on.
I grabbed a beef burrito from the food truck, and once again made an impetuous and unwise decision for them to "make it spicy." Apparently, the gastronomical constitution of my 5'8, 150 lb. frame wasn't built to partake in the same dining habits of construction workers. To make a long story short within minutes the burrito felt like a hot tornado in my stomach, which made me rush home to the privacy of my personal toilet for what I knew would be a long, arduous and unpleasant experience. This was to be the second mistake of my afternoon, but there were several more to follow in that afternoon from hell.
Parking my car haphazardly on the street, I rushed around the strange car in my driveway, and hastily rushed up the stairs to use the bathroom attached to our master bedroom. Running halfway into my bedroom, I was stopped short with the sight of my wife riding cowgirl over a rather large man. It was rather ironic that when she told me "it's something completely outside of us" he was still inside of her. Although, thankfully, she was tactful enough to stop bouncing up and down on him.
She was atop him, facing the headboard, with her back to me. However, her husband's unexpected appearance wasn't enough to unhitch her cunt from his cock. But his surprised look in my direction made her twist her back slightly towards me. It was in that position that she addressed me.
My mouth agape, I continued to dumbly stare at them. The shock temporarily sealing my anus shut tight enough to keep the tornado contained. As she and I continued to wordlessly stare at one another, every couple of seconds her hips would gyrate slightly in a semi-circle grinding her cunt on his cock. That in turn would elicit him to jerk his groin up, pushing his cock further into her. I must have interrupted them at a particularly animated moment, and they seemed unable or unwilling to completely disengage.
The shock must have started to wear off, because my bowels started screaming at me once again. I rushed to the bathroom, slamming the door behind me and barely made it to the toilet before all hell broke loose.
For the first few minutes I had to focus on the pressing biological interplay between my bowels and the toilet. This gave me a much-needed reprieve of having to deal with what I had just witnessed. Unfortunately, the reprieve was short lived. Fifteen minutes after entering the bathroom, I steeled myself before opening the bathroom door to deal with my errant wife. I was hoping the large man had made his exit so that I could deal with her without his interference.
No such luck as he was still there. He was standing on the left side of the bed pulling down his shirt, with the lower half of his body completely nude. Shelly was just getting out of the bed from the opposite side, still completely naked. Obviously, my being in the next room hadn't been enough of a hindrance to stop them from continuing and finishing what I had so thoughtlessly interrupted.
As he was putting on his shirt, Shelly walked past me over to him. She wrapped her arms around his waist, molded her nude body into his and reached up on her toes to kiss him on the lips. While she was looking up at him and adoringly kissing him, he was looking sideways into my eyes, challenging me, with a large smirk on his face. Finally, she backed away and went to his left side, keeping her right arm around his waist. Now they were both facing me. Him half dressed, her still completely nude. He wrapped his left arm over her naked shoulder. With his hand dangling down he possessively grabbed her left breast.
Shelly looked up at him adoringly and giggled, "Tom, you're so bad". She put her own palm on top of the hand holding her breast, and gave it a squeeze.
Looking at me, Shelly's tone changed to slightly more serious, "Tom, I need to talk to Danny. I'll call you later, ok baby?"
Tom looked slightly down at her, smiled and graciously nodded. He then turned to face me once again, with the same smirk on his face that seemed reserved for me. Both his facial expression and body posture seemed to be challenging me to make a verbal objection or take a physical go at him. He had at least 6 to 7 inches of height, and 60 to 70 pounds of muscle on me. We both knew who would come out on the short end of that confrontation. I'm ashamed to say that I was the first to break eye contact and look away.
He laughed at that and once he finished dressing, he walked towards the bedroom door. He went out of his way to bump his shoulder against mine, jerking me slightly back.
He turned around before exiting the bedroom, "Babe, why don't you pack up some stuff and come and move in with me like we always talked about?"
"Tom, please go. I promise we'll talk later, ok?"
"Ok, Ok. I'll wait for your call, babes. If you have any trouble with the little man, let me know and I'll be right back. Don't forget about Saturday... But now that he knows, just spend the whole weekend with me."
Shelly was looking directly into my eyes, as she answered him, "Tom, we'll get together at some point for sure. I'm not sure about spending the whole weekend together
yet
though, baby. I'll let you know. But you don't have to worry about Danny here. He's as gentle as a kitten, and as loyal and loving as a well-trained little puppy."
Tom laughed at that, "You've told me over and over again about how little he is. He has his pants up so I can't see what you call his little dicklet. But the rest of him is so little his little dicklet has to be as small as you say it is."
Shelly chuckled at that, but for the first time I thought I saw her blush, "Tom, honey, please, you're not helping. Please go now and let me talk to my husband and get him to see how things are going to be from now on. Please go now, ok?"
"Ok, ok!" With that Tom turned and finally left.
My wife was not only cheating on me, but there was no contrition, no shame, no I'm sorry's. And she was scheduling her next get together with her lover right in front of me. Hell of a thing for a husband to walk into. My only hope was that my indigestion had done a number on my brain and I was hallucinating this whole farce.
Interestingly, once her lover left the room, Shelly thought it was finally the right time to cover herself and put on her robe.
She and I were staring at one another intently when I heard the front door close, hoping behind Tom. Neither one of us said anything. Me, because my brain still hadn't wrapped itself around the scene I had walked into. Knowing her, she was waiting for me to be the first to fold and acquiesce to her once again.
Over the years I had always given in to Shelly. She had always gotten her way. I was always too weak when it came to her. After several minutes of staring each other down I was the first to break once again.
"How long?"
She gave me a little smirk and dismissively said, "How long doesn't matter, Honey! You're asking the wrong question."
"Oh, and what is the right question?"
"The right question is am I leaving you. How does this affect us? Do I love him? Do I not love you anymore?"
"It looks like you're going to be asking 'the right questions' and providing all the answers too Shelly... Ok, I'll play along, are you leaving me?"
"No, honey, I have no intention of leaving you if you play your cards right and don't overreact to this. What you saw has nothing to do with us. It's something completely outside of us. It's something I need in addition to us, not instead of us."
The practiced way Shelly said this, and the fact that this was pretty much a reiteration of the first thing she said when I first caught them, made me realize that this was a well prepared and rehearsed speech by her. Maybe she had anticipated being caught one day, or had planned on preemptively laying all of this out on me at some point.
"He said you guys planned on moving in together. How do you plan on moving in with him without leaving me?"
Shelly waved her hand dismissively, "Danny, forget about all that.
He
keeps on talking about us moving in together, not me. He's my main man when it comes to sex, but you're my main man in every other way. So, forget about the stuff he said. I'm not leaving you, and he and me are not moving in together. I need you both, not one over the other, ok?" Shelly finished that with an exasperated sigh, as if frustrated with having to explain herself repeatedly to two petulant and dense children.
"Ok, you're not planning on leaving me. That would mean that you're leaving him!?"
Shelly shook her head with a frown on her face.
"Honey, you're not paying attention. I just got done telling you that this has nothing to do with us. That I need this. You heard me promise Tom that we'll be getting together this weekend. Just because I don't want to move in with him, doesn't mean I don't want him. What made you think I have any intention of breaking things off with him?"
That food truck must have been a portal to some parallel universe. This can't be the same woman I've known for nearly twenty years and been married to twelve. Was she always this insane or has her gray matter been fucked out of her?
"I remember you making certain promises to me too,
honey.
You know little ones like forsaking all others kind of thing. Do you remember those, because if you don't, we have it on a CD I can play back for you?"
"Stop being silly, Danny! I'm not leaving you and I'm not breaking up with Tom. The sooner you accept that the better off everyone will be."
So, I guess I was the problem, being obstinate about not sharing my wife. We weren't getting anywhere fast here.
