My name is Jim Sanders. I'm 36years old, 6 foot tall, 190 pounds, brown hair and brown eyes. My wife Janet is 35 years old, 5'5", 115 pounds, 34b-23-34, brown hair and brown eyes. We met when Janet came to work as a design engineer for the same company that I had been working for as a construction foreman. I was then offered a consultant job with a large company on the west coast so we moved from Ohio to Southern California with a substantial increase in pay. The only draw back was that I traveled a lot, but Janet assured me it would be no big problem. So we packed up our two kids, a ten year old girl and five year old boy, and moved to California.
Things had been going along pretty well for the first four years, until our daughter Willa Mae started school it was then that Janet decided to go back to work. I tried to explain to her that most of the money she would make we would pay out in tax's, but she insisted. So rather than fight her about it, I gave in - unless it became a strain on our home life. To which she agreed. She found a job with a large retail supply company's logistics department. She seemed to like it as she was promoted to department manager in eight months.
She took a week off in July so she could attend a school reunion back in Ohio which she has done every five years, and also visit her parents. It was shortly after her return that things started to change; she seemed to become almost withdrawn from me. We had been having sex every chance we got because I was gone so often, sometimes as long as two weeks at a time. We made up for it though when I got back home, but lately she didn't really like to have 'going away sex' or 'coming home sex'
She had started working late and when I was home I found myself baby sitting while she stopped for drinks with her co-workers. When I mentioned I would like to have a night out with her once in awhile, she seemed to find some excuse not to be able to go. As time went on, she kept getting home later and later. The bars close at two am and they always get the customers out by one thirty am, so when she didn't get in until almost three AM it was time we had a talk.
I was waiting up when she came in. Her hair was mussed up, her skirt was twisted around and her blouse was unbuttoned to the third button. She didn't notice me sitting there in the near darkness of the small TV light until I turned on the kitchen light. Startled, she let out a scream and said, "God damn it Jim, you scared me! What the hell are you doing waiting up for me?"
I looked at her and said, "I thought I would try to find out what the hell is going on with you; staying out until three in the morning, when the bars close at one thirty?"
She said, "Hey, I'm a big girl and you'd better get used to my staying out as late as I want."
I looked at her and said, "Well let me tell you something, big girl. If this staying out until wee hours of the morning and coming home looking like you just got you're clothes back on in the back seat of some guy's car happens again, you just might find your key doesn't fit the lock any longer."
She said, "Well baby, I've got some news for you, too. I was going to wait until tomorrow to let you in on a little secret." She stopped, and then said, "No, I think I'll let you think and wonder about it until the proper time." With that she staggered down the hall to our bedroom.
I spent a restless night in my home office on a little single bed I have in there for naps. I couldn't help but wonder what was in store for later that day when she got up and around. I was going to let her sleep in until she woke up, but decided it was her turn to baby sit. Besides, the agreement was her working wouldn't interfere with our family life. So when the kids woke up at eight thirty that morning, I told them to go wake their mother so she could spend some time with them.
I was drinking my second cup of coffee when they came back leading their mother. To say if looks could kill, would be a vast understatement, to say the least. The first thing she said was, "I hope you're enjoying yourself."
I said, "Do you remember our agreement when you wanted to go back to work? You promised it wouldn't affect our home life, and if it did, you would quit working."
Her head jerked up, her face flushed with anger. She said, "If you think I'm going to quit my job, you're crazy as hell. In fact, there's going to be some changes made around here, and it's not me that's going to change.
Not really wanting to ruin my day with a full blown argument, I picked up my cup, walked over and put it in the sink. I walked out, got in my car and drove over to see my friend Paul, to see if maybe he could shed some light on what's been going on, as he works for the same company as Janet.
When I got to Paul's, he was just about to leave to go to Home Depot for some yard supplies. He asked if I wanted to ride along with him and we could talk. He said he was having a BBQ the next day and was wondering if we were coming over as he had told Janet about it. I told him she had not mentioned coming over, so maybe she didn't want me to come along. Paul looked at me kind of funny then said, "What's going on Jim?
I said, "I'm not sure. I was hoping maybe you could fill me in if there was anything going on at Janet's work that I should know about.
Paul shifted uneasily in his seat before saying, "Jim, I like both you and Janet, and we've always been friends. I really hate to get in the middle of this."
I looked at Paul and said, "I understand Paul, but if I was to find out there's a problem before it becomes a big problem, it might be better if I found out early enough to stop it, rather than try to fix it."
Paul took a deep breath and let it out, "Jim, there's a guy that transferred here from someplace back in Ohio; name's Willis. He's married, got a couple of kids. I met them all one day awhile back in Home Depot. Kids both got red hair like their daddy. She's pregnant, looks about six months along. He seemed pretty rude to her, I thought. Anyway Jim, he and Janet seemed to know each other, as they were having lunch in the cafeteria at first but now go out for lunch. I've heard he now goes out for drinks with the others after work. I've also heard a couple of the girls talking, and they said it looked like Janet and Willis were a thing. That's all I know Jim." The rest of the trip we talked about nothing really. When we got back to his house, I thanked him and said to keep in touch. I told him not to worry, that Janet would never hear anything about him talking to me.
On my way home, I was trying to figure out what had been going on. It sounded like Janet was having an affair with this Willis guy or was planning to. By the way she was acting, I'd have to say it was going on already. She had looked very fucked when she came home last night.
I was sitting out on the patio deck drinking a beer when Janet came out. She was dressed in a red mini skirt and white semi-sheer, low cut blouse, red heels and red stockings. Her 34b breasts looked somewhat fuller than normal, like they had been played with, her rather large nipples pushing out her blouse. Looking up, I said, "Why didn't you tell me we were going out tonight, I would have been ready. It will only take me a minute though."
She looked at me with a sort of sneer and said, "Well big boy, this is my surprise. You're not going along. I'm going out to dinner."
I guess I must have had a startled look on my face, as she sort of smiled and said, "I knew you wouldn't mind my going, as we don't have a baby sitter."
I said, "Janet, don't do this to us."
Smiling she said, "Get used to it big boy. It's going to happen a lot. I've found someone who I want to spend a lot of time with, and I'm going to."
I said in a low monotone voice, "Janet, if you walk out that door to meet some guy tonight, do not come back here ever."
"Fuck you, Jim. Who the hell do you think you are, telling me who to see and who not to?"
I said, "Janet, you know me well enough to know I'll never allow my wife to sleep around. I'm not that kind of guy, and you know that, so you better think about this before you go out."
