In my 42 years, I've never experienced such pain. It felt like I was hit in the chest with a five-pound mall. It staggered me, I stumbled backward, I managed to make it to my truck. The intensity of my pain eased enough so that I could drive back to my office. My phone rang, I didn't answer it. How can you unsee a thing?
Would I be better off if I hadn't seen? Was foolish male pride driving my actions and causing my pain? Foolish pride hell, what is a man without his pride his dignity. His pride in accomplishment, his family, and yes his wife.
Seeing my best friend his hand up under my wife's dress messaging her ass her reaching down rubbing his cock, Standing behind the Island in the kitchen, his wife and my daughter sitting at the dining room table talking. They couldn't see what was happening. I could see Don's hand moving under her dress, squeezing her ass as she rubbed his crotch. If I confronted them, they would tell me it just a little flirting. I knew better, they were too comfortable, him playing with her ass like he owned it. This had been going on for a while. I usually came in the front door, today I dropped stuff off in the backyard and came to the back door, I could clearly see them. The shock was brutal. The people I loved and trusted most in the world.
How could he do this to me, after all, they went through, watching each other's backs in the service? Working on each other's houses, help each other start their businesses. Oh, the pain.
Her! What had I done, a good provider a hard worker a loyal and loving husband, never even a thought of another woman? I loved her so much, always considering her wants and needs. If only the pain would stop. We met right out of HS, we were working for the same company, she was a filing clerk, I was a courier. She had a great figure and was on the pretty side. But most of all, she had a smile that would light up my world. She had gotten better looking as she matured, her body a little fuller and her face even prettier. The intolerable pain.
We started a family as soon as I got out of the service. I landed a job with a detective agency, and she stayed home and raised three kids. Out of the blue, my buddy Dan called me, freshly married and new in town. We immediately got together, and the families began a long and lasting friendship.
Dan was a little on the reckless side, which caused me to have to pull him out of more than one jam. I helped him get his accounting business off the ground, financially setting up his office and feeding him contacts. He helped me with my detective agency. We were both doing well. He had a lovely wife who I thought the world of.
After several missed calls From Donna, I finally messaged her, the thought of talking to her right now choked me up. I told her I was on a stakeout and would be gone till Monday, please don't call, or she would blow my cover, I called Stella my office manager and filled her in and told her I wanted a full report. I was unable to elaborate, it hurt so bad. Stella called me Friday night.
"I've got your report Boss"
"Thanks, Stell, can I pick it up now?"
"Are you sure you want to see this?"
It was devastating, Don spent Friday afternoon at my place, and she saw one of the trainers from the gym on Wednesday afternoon in a motel. Since the phones were company phones, I got a copy of her instant messages. Between her and the gym trainer.
Gym trainer: "we still on for Saturday night?"
