The end of our perfect marriage.
If violence disturbs you, the ending of this story would be worth a miss. It is the story of a man wronged, he takes vengeance on the man that wrongs him in quite an extreme way.
She was sitting with her back to me on one of the dimly lit rear tables, it was the little Italian that we used frequent on special occasions in the years before we had the kids. Her shoulders were bare and her hair was down which was unusual for her, but I was in no doubt that it was Alison my wife. He was Larry Palmer, her boss.
The convention had finished a day ahead of schedule for the company I was representing, John Hendricks the CEO had received the orders he had set out to bag and was very happy, happy enough to give everyone involved a huge bonus and a long four day weekend.
As it's only a four hour drive from Brighton to Suffolk and it was still only mid-morning, I decided I would go home. The four day holiday didn't mean that much to me as I am self-employed, I was doing this job for my long-time best friend John, but the bonus would be much appreciated.
The traffic was good and I made good time reaching my home town about 2.30. We live in a small rural village on the coast about fifteen miles from Ipswich. Alison's family live in and around the area so she has always been a bit reluctant to leave and settle nearer to my job in London.
As I had to drive past Ipswich to get home, I decided it would be nice to make a reservation for this Sunday afternoon. It was only a 30 minute detour by the time I had found parking, and it would make a lovely surprise for her.
It was all new faces in the place. I had half expected to see Luigi's smiling face greeting me, he was the old owner of the place but realised things move on. After all, it had been nearly twenty five years since we had been here to celebrate the news of our first child with Alison's parents.
The young lady at the reception desk was taking the details for my reservation when, quite by chance heard her laugh. My wife has a distinctive laugh, I would know it anywhere and that's when I saw her.
I saw him first, her boss Larry. Myself and Larry went back a long way, he was my nemesis at school, the school bully and he took my first real love from me. Cathy Ryland, she was to be my date at the end of term disco, we had been going steady for about a month when he decided that he wanted her. His father was big in banking and came from old money, his family were wealthy to the extreme. She broke my heart when she went to the party with him. He offered Cathy the world and she took it.
They actually married but after numerous bouts of cheating, she divorced him about ten years ago.
He had a huge grin on his face and was sitting across from her. I could just make out that their hands were on the tabletop touching, just fingertips, but touching. He was laughing and she had her back to me.
"Sir, sir."
The young lady was speaking to me but I couldn't make out what she was saying.
"Sir, we have two to four pm or three till five, which suits you best?"
I came to my senses a little to say, "Oh, oh, sorry, yes, make it three till five please."
She had on that white flowery summer dress that I bought her in the spring, it looked great on her. The thin shoulder straps showed off her perfect neck and arms, I loved her in it.
Why were they here, and why were they touching hands?
Until this actually happens to you, you think you would just march over and kick his ass. Throw her on the street and curse at everyone you see. The opposite happens, I shrank back and sat on the seat next to the reception desk. I seemed to go right back to 1993 and it was Cathy all over again. I had literally no idea how to handle it, what surprised me was that I had little or no anger, I just felt dazed. I felt like my guts had been ripped from my body and just had to sit quietly.
The young woman handed me a glass of water and asked if I was ok to which I nodded dumbly, I just had to get away and rushed out the door.
Fifteen minutes later I reparked much closer so I could see the doorway of the restaurant. I waited patiently going over in my mind all the ways I would kill him, it was nearly five when they made an appearance.
It was a hot sunny day and she looked amazing in that dress and strappy heels, the sun shone through the skirt making it look like she was almost naked, her legs have always been her best feature and she showed them off whenever she could. Larry came out a few seconds behind her and he wrapped his arm around her waist, there was no mistaking it, they were a couple.
She snuggled her head into his chest as they walked to his car, I felt sick. I have always been a man to confront things head on and am not afraid of a fight or a row but this, this shook me and I just sat clenching my fingers around the steering wheel.
He opened the door for her and as she climbed in, he ran a hand up her leg and under the dress then squeezed her ass, there was that unmistakable laugh again.
I ducked down and they drove off leaving me alone with my thoughts. It was nearly twenty minutes later when I eventually drove away, my eyes were full of tears and my head was shot to bits. I drove for miles before I realised that I was close to home and approaching the bungalow that we had made our own, our safe place to bring up a family.
Our street only housed ten homes, it was a quiet road. Seven of those homes were bungalows and it was almost like a retirement complex, large green perfectly kept lawns where everyone knew everyone.
Larry Palmers Jag was parked on the road just up from my place, just far enough so it looked innocent. The road was quiet, it was 8pm. The lawns were immaculate, the flowers all in bloom, everything looked just like any perfect suburban street should look.
I drove past and parked outside old man Browns at the far end of the cul-de-sac, I had absolutely no idea how to handle this. In my head I knew that if anything like this were to happen I'd kill the fella and probably hurt her too before chucking her out. The reality was, I was confused and hurt, this man was doing it to me again.
In my head the worst was happening, he was fucking her in my bed. My head hurt, my stomach was in knots and I felt really nauseous as if I was going to throw my guts up at any moment. I slumped in my seat and cried.
Why? why had she done this, I thought we were happy?
It was almost another half hour before I decided to confront them, I texted her twice to ask if she was ok and that I would see her the next day when I got home to no reply.
My anger was starting to build, she was obviously too busy to tend to her husband's text.
The two minute walk from my car to my driveway seemed to take forever, my fists were clenched and I was shaking. He was far bigger than me but the adrenalin was coursing through my veins, as long as I took him by surprise and got him to the floor, I'd kick his head in.
His car was still there, my house looked quiet, the road was quiet but all hell was about to let loose. I walked up my gravel driveway and the stones crunched under my feet, I remember thinking I hoped they didn't hear it.
I took my key and approached the front door but at the last minute decided to go around the back. The side gate is never locked, just kept on the latch and used whenever I put the bins out or mow that lawn. I felt foolish tip-towing around my own house trying to be as stealthily as I could, avoiding windows by ducking at the appropriate times.
The lounge has French doors that open onto our back garden, we put them in two years ago and I crept up to the edge of the frame. Peering in I could see a coat and handbag on my dining room table, beside it a set of keys and a phone. Moving a bit closer I could see a bare hairy ass sitting on the edge of the table, his ass. His shirt was untucked and I assumed his trousers at his ankles, my wife was on her knees in front of him.
His back was to me and her head was bobbing in his lap. I could hear him encouraging her to take him deeper. I spun in horror and stood flat against the brick side of my house, shocked to the core at what I was seeing.
It was strange, the shock of seeing her doing that sent me reeling, I think I'd rather have seen him fucking her than her doing that to him. The feeling of nausea hit me again and I started to hyperventilate, standing outside those doors I felt weak, small, and the anger melted into sadness and despair.
I peered in again, there was a small gap between the curtain and the window reveal and I used my phone to snap a few pictures for evidence. I tapped a quick message and sent it to her to see what she would do, the phone on the table beside him lit up. I watched as he took the device in his hand, he quickly read the few words and handed it to her with a smile on his face.
"Hubby." He grinned.
Alison looked at it, never taking her mouth off of him once and put it back down on the table.
Something in me snapped and I stepped out in plain view in the middle of the doors. Taking my phone I rang her this time, her phone lit up again. I saw her hand move from his cock and fumble to pick up the phone, she still hadn't seen me as was about to talk to me while sucking him. My fists curled into balls and I was about to smash through the glass when I heard her voice.
"Hi Steve, you ok?"
She still had her head in his lap, he was still facing her, neither even noticed that I was there.
I couldn't speak, she said again, "You ok?"
"yes," I said, quietly.
My fists uncurled, her soft voice had done something to me and the anger welling inside stopped leaving pure sadness and emptiness in its place. I moved back into my hiding place and said I was fine, I'd be back tomorrow.
"Ok babe, see you tomorrow."
The phone went dead, I sank to the floor and sobbed so hard that my body shook.
What the fuck was wrong with me, I was the type of bloke to rip his head from his shoulders and here I am crying like a baby. This was not me? this was nothing like me?
I left quietly and walked back to the car, I would get them how I didn't know yet, but I will.
Until something like this really happens to you, you cannot say with honesty how you will react, but what I can honestly say is I never dreamt in a million years that I would react this way.
I booked into a cheap motel for the night on the other side of town. I got steaming drunk in a bar and tried to fight with whoever was in my way. I came off worse with cuts and bruises but it made me feel better.
I got so drunk that I thought it would be a great idea to send the pictures to her at 2am. Within a minute my phone lit up. I took great solace in knowing I had ruined their night, I assumed that he was still there. I didn't answer but it didn't stop her trying, then text after text came through. I smiled and thought to myself, 'yeah, you can find time to text now eh'.
In a moment of complete madness I opened the pictures and sent them to the children. I regret how nasty I was as soon as I hit send and tried to retrieve them, I was so wasted I didn't know how to. I turned the phone off and hit the pillows thinking that would fuck them all.
