Terri Ch 01 1

Terri - 1

Dear Reader,

This is not my usual fare, in fact, I have written this from a man's point of view. This story has elements of BTB and some of RAAC but it also has a protagonist who gets away with some things that in the real world would probably land him in jail. Therefore, do not do what he does, even if it may have been a certain poetic justice. With that WARNING, please enjoy.

There seems to be a common thread in many stories. The clueless guy comes home early from a business trip, he notices a strange car `in the driveway and he is always blindsided because he was sure his marriage was strong. The same is true for the man whose wife says, "Honey, we need to talk", he thought everything was fine before she tells him that everything was not fine.

Yes, I thought everything was fine in my marriage. Terri and I had been married for just over twenty years and as far as I knew, we had been faithful to each other for something like twenty-two years. I thought we were doing well for an old married couple. We would have sex at least once a week and for special occasions such as my birthday or if I did something special for my wife, a second time would most likely happen.

I did not come home early and my wife did not sit me down to tell me that we needed to talk. In fact. I was working on a project that would earn me at least two and maybe even three extra rounds of sex with my wife. As I mentioned, my wife would reward me in the bedroom if I did something that she really liked. This project was a huge project, so I was hoping my reward would be huge as well.

Our home has a three season's room. That is a room that usually has a lot of windows, and is weather tight but does not have a source of heat or air conditioning. My wife loved that room but where we live we could only use it for a short time in the spring and for a short time in the fall. We would joke that it was only a two season's room. My plan was to connect a duct from the furnace and air conditioner into the three season's room. A little extra warmth during the cool months and a little air conditioning during the heat of the summer would allow us, mainly my wife, to use the room nearly year around.

The room is a couple steps lower than the main house and the best place for me to install the new duct was under the steps leading into the room. It was not an ideal situation but it was one that I hoped would work.

So, I was working in the basement. I had already cut the hole through the wall but it was not easily noticed because it was obscured by the steps. I was measuring and planning, trying to determine what materials I would need to get from the hardware store, when I noticed my wife hurrying out of the house while talking on her cell phone. I was immediately curious because she was speaking in a hushed voice, like she was hiding something. I stood in our basement, on a low stool, and listened to what my wife was saying. At first I thought it may be a work related call because she had been receiving more of them lately.

In a way it was work related because it was from her boss, however, they were not talking about work. At first she seemed a little angry, but the tone of her voice told me that she was also a little excited. After telling her boss that he should not be calling her at home. She giggled like a school girl and told him that it was ok, this time, because I, her husband, was not home. In some ways I was thankful and in some ways I wished I had not heard what I was hearing.

I could only hear one side of the conversation but it was obvious that they were planning something. My wife had already informed me that she would be attending a conference the next Friday and Saturday. She would leave Thursday after work and return the following Sunday afternoon. She had teased me saying that she intended to enjoy the peace and quiet of being away from everyone so she planned to sleep until she was forced to check out of the hotel Sunday morning. At the time I encouraged her to enjoy herself, telling her that she deserved a quiet weekend.

I only heard her side of the conversation but what I heard twisted my guts into a knot. From what I gleaned, there was a conference but it was not required or even closely related to what my wife did at her job. They planned to leave right after work Thursday and drive the 3 hours to the city where the conference was being held. It was my wife who suggested that they not go to dinner but maybe just have a drink in the hotel bar and then "start having fun". She added with a giggle that they could order something from room service after they had worked up an appetite.

For the next thirty minutes I listened to her talk to her lover and tease him. The worst parts were when she told him that if he was as good of a lover as he claimed to be, he would be the first to have her ass. I had wanted her ass since I met her and had been quickly rebuked every time I even remotely suggested it. There were several references to me being clueless about what she was going to do. My wife also told him that I was a barely adequate lover and that if by some stretch of the imagination, I found out about them, she would divorce me and take me to the cleaners.

Based on their conversation I was pretty sure that they had not consummated their affair, yet. Their contact had been limited to meeting for lunch and a couple make out sessions in a supply closet where he touched her breasts and her ass over her clothes.

Sometime during that conversation, I realized that I needed evidence. I was sure I was going to be divorced. The only question was, would I be the one to file or would she divorce me when I confronted her. Because I was going to confront her. It would be another slap in my face if she chose to go with her lover after I asked her not to, but I was not going to let this go unchallenged. I was able to prop my phone up at the far edge of the hole that I had made for the vent. I set it to video record. You could see my wife was gushing over this guy and absent mindedly rubbing her breasts while she talked to her lover about working up an appetite in their hotel room.

After Terri terminated the call I began investigating ways to track what she was doing and soon realized that the app I had installed on her phone, when it was our daughter's phone, would serve me well enough to know where she was at all times. I found numerous apps that would allow me to listen in and even record all of her conversations but right now, knowing where she was at was good enough.

When she went to take a shower, I opened the garage door, and closed it. She would think I had just returned home. I quickly located her phone in our bedroom and began to check her text messages. I knew that a shower in the afternoon would be at least an hour so I was able to forward the conversations with her lover to my cell phone as well as my home computer.

It was became obvious that her lover was Dave Hill, her immediate boss at the real estate sales office where my wife worked. The earliest texts made it clear that it was Dave who started the affair but over the past two months my wife had warmed up to his advances and was equally if not more than equally planning the affair. Dave's earliest texts would tease her about her lack of experience and he acted like he could not believe she had never had sex with another man. He often told her that she deserved to experience other men. The later texts even detailed their encounters in the supply room with my wife telling Dave how wet her panties were after he had kissed her for the first time.

Reading about their lust for one another was bad enough but early on Dave began to drive a wedge between my wife and me. He would brag about his abilities in the bedroom and then tell her that I could never satisfy her as well as he could. Terri must have told him that I had suggested that she have sex with another man while I watched, because Dave devoted many of his texts to telling my wife that he would never treat her like an unpaid whore and ask her to have sex with another man.

Yes, I had asked my wife to consider having a MFM threesome with me. She would sometimes talk about taking another cock when we were making love. When we talked about her being shared she would always have a huge orgasm. She had refused my idea to share her saying that it was probably best to keep it as just a fantasy. I would occasionally bring up the idea and each time she would enjoy a nice climax. She would usually call me a pervert for suggesting it but it was said without rancor.

Dave really capitalized on knowing about my fantasy. He told her how I must not really lover her and how I was must be a closet homosexual to even consider watching her with another man. I do not know who I was most angry with. I was angry with her for telling him something that should have remained just between us. I was angry with him for using it to get into her pants.

I did not understand how my wife could refuse to consider a threesome but yet be willing to cheat on me. Over the years we had considered many alternatives. We had discussed her going out with a man she found attractive and then coming home to tell me about it. We had talked about doing something while on vacation where no one would ever know, but each time she had said no. If she had told me that she was attracted to a man she worked with and she wanted to go to dinner with him, I may have cautioned her about the potential dangers of a workplace hook up, but I would have encouraged her and helped her get dressed for her date. Instead, she chose to cheat!

This was Sunday, so I knew that I had until Thursday morning, when she left for work, to find a way to stop what was about to happen. I still did not know if I was going to file for divorce or if she would, but I was confident that my marriage was over.

That night my wife was very amorous and she made it clear that she wanted to have sex. An honorable man may have been too disgusted with what he had learned but I was not that honorable. I fucked her hard and then turned her over and pounded her from behind. Because I like watching her when we have sex I always leave a lamp on when we make love.

Tonight, as I pounded her from behind, I gently but firmly grabbed her pony tail. I wet my thumb and pushed it deep into her tight rosebud. Terri let out a shocked squeal and then rebuked me, asking what I thought I was doing in her most disgusted voice. I ignored her comments and pounded her for another full minute with my thumb firmly in place. I would not let her move forward and after a few seconds she reached her climax. I reached mine at about the same time. She may be planning to give her anal virginity to Dave but I was going to get mine before she did. Like I said, I was not that honorable.

I expected a big fight but instead she was very affectionate and spooned against me while we fell asleep. Despite what had already happened, I did love her and did not was to lose her to her boss. The next morning she was up and off to work early. I assumed it was to do a bit more planning with her lover. I used the time to do an internet search on her company, her boss, and researched the laws on divorce in our home state.

The laws were clear that I would lose a lot. Ours is a no fault state so it really did not matter that she was screwing her boss. I called an attorney that I had sometimes used in my business. He said that we could file an alienation of affection suit but that in our state it was difficult to win big. He is a friend and jokingly that it may be cheaper to keep her!

I was not sure I could do that but the one thing that had to happen was she had to stop the affair with her boss. Monday night my wife did not show any desire to have sex with me and I was not feeling amorous so we went to bed without even a cuddle.

Tuesday morning I was up and out of the house before my wife woke up. I did not need to leave home that early but I wanted to find a way to disrupt her affair with Dave, before they had a chance to consummate it.

Our hometown is not large, so I knew where her boss lived. His company profile said he was married and had two children. It also indicated that in the last three years he had two positions before his current position as office manager at the real estate sales company where my wife worked.

I had a feeling that confronting my wife would just cause her to play the "I'll divorce him and take him to the cleaners" card she claimed that she would play if I found out about her affair with Dave. I also thought that if Dave's wife found out about their plans, it might cause them to reconsider. I had only heard half of their telephone conversation but after reading their texts, I was pretty confident that Dave's wife was also in the dark about the affair.

I felt a little foolish when I rang the doorbell and very attractive woman answered the door. Here I was, a total stranger who had come to her home with the intention of telling her that her husband planned to cheat on her. When I introduced myself and asked if she was Dave's wife, she admitted that she was and asked what this was about. To my chagrin I stuttered and stammered like a sixteen year old boy trying to ask the head cheerleader for a date.

I am normally reasonably articulate, but the circumstances of my being there combined with the events of the past couple of days had caused me to lose much of my confidence. I finally managed to tell her that I was the husband of a woman that worked with her husband. I could instantly see her mood darken. This did not help my efforts to tell her what I needed to say.

Apparently she felt sorry for me. She asked me to repeat my name and then invited me into her home. I followed her into the kitchen where she asked if I would like a cup of coffee. When she had poured us each a cup and seated us at the small table in her kitchen, she asked me to continue. I was a bit more relaxed but I still stammered as I told her that I was probably going to be the bearer of bad news. Vivian, Dave's wife, surprised me by telling me that she had an idea of why I was there but encouraged me to just tell her what was on my mind.

I took a deep breath before uttering the first complete and logical sentence since I had walked up to her door. I told her that I believed her husband and my wife were planning an affair. Her face could not have looked more hurt if I had slapped her but there was also a look of resignation. She asked me how I knew this and I detailed what I had overheard of my wife's conversation with her husband. She still looked a bit skeptical so I admitted that I had also snooped on my wife's cell phone and I had forwarded copies of their texts to my cell phone.

She wisely asked if she could see my evidence, so I opened my phone and after locating the copied texts, I handed her the phone. I must have had a thousand different thoughts and feelings as I watched her read the copied texts. Dave and my wife had been building up to this point for over two months so it took several minutes for her to read what our errant spouses had written.

I felt guilty for exposing that I had invaded my wife's privacy by looking at their texts. I felt bad for involving this woman who until a few minutes ago had been totally unaware of her husband's plans. I also felt proud for involving this woman, who until a few minutes ago had been totally unaware of her husband's plans. I wondered if possibly she and her husband had an open marriage and she would delete my evidence or tell her husband, who would then tell my wife and she would revert to her plan to leave me and take me to the cleaners. These thoughts and feelings were swirling around in my head and I began to feel sick to my stomach.

After what must have been fifteen minutes, Vivian handed my phone back to me. It was then I noticed a tear in her eye and a profound look of sadness on her face. She began by saying that this was not the first time her husband had cheated, but it would be his last.

I am sure I looked confused because she began to tell me that the reason for his losing his last two jobs was because he had affairs with a subordinate coworker. She threw herself against me and hugged me while she broke down and cried. I found myself crying as well. Not for her or her adulterous husband but for losing my wife.

After we each had a good cry, Vivian warmed up our coffee and we sat across the small kitchen table while she explained in detail what was happening. Apparently, Dave had bedded many women, that he was not married to, over the years but he had really screwed up at his last job where the woman's husband had found out and had filed a suit against his employer. The woman realized that Dave had just been using her so she sided with her husband, saying that she had been sexually harassed by Dave. Dave had been fired and the company he had been working for was forced to pay out a huge sexual harassment suit.

Vivian had contacted an attorney because she was planning to divorce him. However, she then learned that she was pregnant so she allowed him to work his way back into her life and to convince her that they would move half way across the county, away from temptation, where he would go to work for her Uncle Russell. It took me a minute to figure out that I knew who Uncle Russell was.

I guess she saw the lights go on in my eyes because she immediately began to beg me not to file suit against her Uncle's company because he had hired Dave against his better judgement as a personal favor to her. I knew that I could not hurt this sweet woman so I assured her that I did not have a grudge against her or her uncle, but I was extremely angry with her husband. I admitted that I just wanted my wife back and that I wanted to stop her from cheating on me.

Vivian assured me that by Thursday morning, her husband's world was going to implode. She told me that she could not say for sure if it would stop them from meeting at another time or place, but after learning that his wife had filed for divorce, that he did not have a home to go back to, that he had lost his job as well as what little money they had saved for a home of their own, he would probably not be in the mood to screw my wife.

I blushed a deep red and could not look at her because I realized that when I showed her my phone, she had also read the references to me being a poor lover and that I was a pervert that wanted to watch my wife have sex. I am sure she did not miss the accusations saying that I was probably a homosexual. Even though I was embarrassed down to my toes, I attempted to change the course of this conversation. I asked her how she could possibly make all of what she had said, happen before Thursday.

Vivian truly smiled for the first time since I had showed up on her door step. She informed me that her attorney was her sister, who happened to have a very strong dislike for Dave. She also reminded me that she was her Uncle Russell's favorite niece and between him and her Aunt Phyllis, Dave would be fired and a restraining order would be in place to prevent him from returning home.

That made me feel much better and I was smiling for the first time today. The woman who would soon be Dave's ex-wife suggested that I discretely cancel their reservations. She was confident that my wife had been talked into making the reservations in her name, because her husband would be very careful to not leave a paper trail that could be traced back to him. I immediately knew what my wife had done. She has one credit card that she has had since before we were married. Over the years she has kept it as her own. It has only a small credit limit, and she would use it when she wanted to buy me a surprise gift or if she wanted to make a special purchase just for her. I guess a hotel room to commit adultery in was a special purchase just for her.