Somewhat emotional little story, with no real sex, and no guy enjoying some other chap screwing his wife. So if that's what you need, please pass on.
If you like reasonable revenge however??
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By the time I got home my heartbeat had maybe settled down a little. I'd had a stressful evening __ an evening full of tension, and an experience that one wouldn't want to have too frequently.
That night had been a shock to my system, something that I simply would never have expected. But then again, I suppose there are mugs like me all over the place, but as a serving police officer I had been more prepared to deal with it than most men would have been.
I got myself a beer, a Speckled Hen, sat down in my favourite chair, and waited. Waited for my lovely, loving wife to come back home from her night out with the girls.
Like hell!
Ten minutes passed then twenty. Just as I was beginning to wonder if their night hadn't in fact been over, I heard the key in the door.
This was it!
This could go either way.
By tomorrow our marriage could be over but that was now down to her.
"Oh Gerry," Jenny said in surprise, as she entered the room. "What are you still doing up?"
It was gone two in the morning, so the question wasn't unreasonable. I'd been long since in bed and asleep for the last few months when she'd come home from her weekly night out, so the question was no surprise at all.
I stared at her, at quite how beautiful she still was. Nearly thirty-two, three years younger than me, slender, long legs, full breasted, and such a lovely, pretty face. Small wonder that the guys in that bloody club had been queuing up to get her in their arms on the dance floor. Small wonder that they had been so keen to let their hands explore her firm shapely bottom, and any other part that they could reach.
"Had a good night dear?" I asked calmly.
"Oh not bad Gerry," she replied casually. "Nothing special you know ___ good fun, but nothing out of the ordinary."
So _____ what I'd witnessed earlier had been nothing out of the ordinary hadn't it? Did that mean that she carried on like that every Wednesday when she went out with her friends Sue and Jude.
Jenny went to take off her jacket, and then thought twice about it. Any other time I would hardly have noticed it, but since I knew how revealing her top was since she had taken her bra off earlier, then I could understand why Jenny was hesitant. I wondered how many other times she had come home like that when I was in bed asleep, and totally unaware.
'Ready for bed sweetheart?" She asked with a smile. "At least I won't have to wake you up tonight to get what I need."
Well at least that was true.
I couldn't complain about the action I got when she came home from her nights out. If I wasn't too deeply asleep, then she woke me, and if I was, then we made up for it in the morning.
"Hang on Jenny," I stopped her. "Before we go to bed, I've got a little story I want to tell you."
"Can we leave it till the morning sweetheart," Jenny pleaded with me. "I'm really very tired and need a shower before I go to bed."
"No Jenny!" I told her firmly, and for the first time she looked at me closely, and the smile on her face faltered. "Take your coat off and sit down Jenny."
"That's OK," she replied sitting down.
"Take your coat off Jenny."
"It's OK Gerry, I'm quite comfortable."
"TAKE YOUR BLOODY COAT OFF WHEN I ASK YOU!" I shouted at her.
My wife leapt up in shock, hesitated, and then carefully took her coat off, making sure that she kept her arms folded across her chest. Trying, only partly successfully, to hide the way her unfettered breasts swayed freely under her flimsy dress.
I knew that she had lost her bra during her night out.
I knew how she'd lost it, and where she'd lost it.
I even knew where it was now.
It was in my jacket pocket, along with her panties, though I wasn't about to let her know that yet.
I told her how me and my partner Tom had been cruising in our patrol car and spotted what looked like her Volkswagen Golf, parked outside the Blue Gown Club, a well known if dubious club in our sea side town in the South of England. I asked if it was her car, or had I made a mistake, as she'd told me she was going out to a restaurant for a meal that night.
How much did I know?
Just what did I know?
She had no idea, and I saw her brow furrow.
"The Blue Gown Club?" She queried, screwing up her eyes as if she was trying to remember if it rang a bell.
"Yes that's right, and think about it before you answer me, because our marriage could depend on it."
The colour drained from Jenny's face, and she clutched at the table in front of her, her large breasts swaying freely under her dress as she forgot about trying to hide the disappearance of her bra.
"Yes ____ yes, that's it Gerry," she gasped out. "It's a club, but with a restaurant. We went there to eat."
"And dance?" I questioned her.
"Dance Gerry? What do you mean dance?"
"Nothing wrong with dancing Jenny is there?" I taunted her. "I just asked if you'd been dancing."
She looked at me silently while she tried to guess how much I knew. In all our nine years of marriage I had never known her to actually lie to my face.
