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.