Marriage Dynamics
Marriage can get static. Kids grow up and do what 'they' want and mom and dad have to deal with boredom. Over the years we had our issues like most people only I am a man who is less jealous than most. Work was sometimes hard to let go of and her social habits were more active than mine so I would usually stay late at work and she would do her social thing with friends including an ex-boyfriend...without me.
It was her ex-boyfriend she would go and have lunch with every so often. Only I never worried about what might happen. I knew the potential because their history had been highly sexual; for whatever reason it never developed into their getting married.
Being a less than jealous soul I never allowed the potential of their history to concern me. Even if it did I wasn't the type to get upset about what would be a natural development. We are human and such histories are not unlike riding bicycles...if you can take a ride...it is likely to be an easy memory to awaken and act on.
My lack of jealousy resulted from it being poison to me. I dated women who did cheat...a lot. One, who I was dating, did my roommate, my neighbor, the other neighbor who was a woman and some married officer in the Air Force. I thought she was my girlfriend, she had thought otherwise. What jealousy I had was burned off mostly because it made me physically ill when she fucked around with everyone else.
The night it burned off for good was when I came home after a long day of testing weapons on the firing range, a civilian job testing artillery is very therapeutic. I opened the door and got an earful of her riding my roommate...'again'. Instead of getting upset or angry, sad and the other mix of emotions that generally fed my jealousy, I felt relief. I no longer had to concern myself with introducing her to my parents as she was no longer worth the effort. Thing is no other woman who cheated on me ever caused me that sort of grief...ever again.
I got a beer and one for my roomy and went upstairs to find her as I had found her before riding him like a horse howling her pleasure for everyone to hear. I popped my beer and handed one to my roomy while she fucked him. She later gave me a blow job for not freaking out. I was cured of jealousy after that...and decided that her blowing me was enough.
How things progressed with my wife and her ex-boyfriend was when his wife, a less than charming type filed for divorce after getting jealous with his having lunch with my wife. Nothing happened between them, then, as he was working on being a good husband and father to their children. Sadly she lost her composure over the fact that he had a cordial friendship with my wife, his ex-girlfriend.
What made it worse was the fact that once the papers were signed she sent him a video of her fucking her trainer at the gym she worked out at. She then confessed on the video, after the divorce settlement, that she had been fucking him for a year...before they divorced.
She also sent it to my wife which made her angry. This caused her go to his house to console him, after he called her expressing the grief the video had caused. Only her consolation technique was more involved than holding hands. But I get ahead of myself.
On the day things got going, or how I got to know it, our kids were with grandma and I was working in the garage on an old jeep. My wife had friends come over to go out for drinks and then come back for coffee and a barbeque for dinner...um...they never got to dinner.
They each came in around 10 am while I was neck deep in putting a new intake manifold, carburetor and headers on my old jeep. I was barely aware of their arrival as I was fully engaged. Oh, I heard them drive up, talk and laugh as they came in then left in my wives car. I didn't notice the old boyfriend until they came back. Even then I was too busy with my project to be concerned.
Ironically it was Ramsey her old boyfriend who brought me a beer to get away from the group of women who had begun drinking a bit too much and talking about the old days. What I didn't realize is that he had known most of them 'physically' back in the day. He was surrounded by 'all' of them and they were each sharing stories about how, when and where they had fucked...him with drunken clarity.
He then decided that hanging out in the garage was the best way to let them 'talk' and not get embarrassed...for him not to be that is.
He was a bit of a car guy himself and joined in the greasy hand work while the girls continued their 'girl-talk' which included smoking weed. The women remained upstairs while we attached parts to the jeep, drank beer and became chummy. I already knew of my wife's attraction to him and their past attachment to each other. It was for that reason that I suspected that their lunches were more than just lunches given their history...if you know what I mean.
We would hear the women gasp and giggle and then laugh out loud at a statement then they would return to normal speaking tones. I could smell the scent of weed being toked that was flowing down the steps to the garage. Strong weed by the smell we got and the fact that both Ramsey and I got high from the residual smoke that found its way to us.
It went this way until my wife came down to the garage and saw 'him' but not 'me' as I was under the jeep. Being that she was high and tipsy from wine she had been drinking and I was not in sight she was far less cautious...or so I took it. Also she was wearing a miniskirt and heels when she came down. "Hey, sweet heart" she said to Ramsey while I lay under the jeep wrenching on the drive shaft I had just put CV joints on. She then leaned in and kissed him and said "Have you talked to my husband about your wanting to fuck me...again?"
He nearly choked in nervous apprehension and said "N-not yet." It was then I saw my wife lean in
and kiss him full on the mouth and rub his cock through his jeans.
Breaking the kiss she said "He isn't the jealous type. He has even talked to me about letting you fuck me again...I hope he won't mind me sucking your cock." She rolled away from him as I rolled out from under the jeep. She stepped through the door and closed it behind her as I came into view, but she apparently did not see me. It was clear that she was tipsy. Ramsey was sitting on the stool staring at the door as beads of sweat formed on his temples. I swallowed...if only to cope with what I had just heard.