I was working through another story, my final one, I told myself but boxed myself in. I will complete it when I unbox myself.
Amongst the Loving Wives section, there has been a common theme of a husband discovering his wife about to head out on a date and the effect it has on him, them. So many comments had very different outcomes than the stories themselves. This idea came to mind closely followed by four alternative endings.
So, the beginning in each will be the same but the outcome completely different. They will be posted together. The characters, some events, the essence of some dialogues are repeated but only to highlight how the same set of circumstances led to different conclusions. There are also references to events contained in other versions. The more observant will have noticed there are now five. As I reached towards the end of the third, I realised that there was one option, I hadn't included. It was the one I hoped would have happened in real life. There are sex scenes, not wrist busters but rather than repeat those, I have tried to change them.
If you have read another version and want to skip the beginning, scroll to "She stammered, "It's not what it seems!"
I had concluded a business meeting and was heading back to my office. As I sat in the seemingly endless traffic, I thought, "Why go back?" At this rate it would take at least an hour and a bit to get there. At the most, I'd get 20-30 minutes of work before struggling home. If I turned to home now, I could be home in 20 minutes. Logic won. I went home.
Now, as it was Friday, I never had any thought that my wife would be at home. At least at the time I normally arrived home, just after 6.30pm, she never was. For almost four months she had been going on "Girls' Nights Out" with colleagues from her work. I wasn't happy as we had our date nights either on a Friday or Saturday. In fact, we have never had any date nights since she started going out. Like all couples, we have our arguments but recently, it seemed like that was all we were doing.
I'm Andrew or Andy to my small group of friends. I'm not really an outgoing person, quite introverted in many ways. I do have a good sense of humour and when I know someone, I do let it out. I'm fairly average in looks, height and body. My hair is receding already. I joke I traded that for a larger penis, about 8 inches and fairly thick. It's probably my only stand out feature!
I do work out as it helps me deal with the stress of my job. I'm fairly easy going and willing to help anyone. I do a lot of the jobs around the house including the laundry, ironing and shopping, as required, to ease the burden on my wife, Katrina or Kat. She works in a private firm contracted to the government as an administrative assistant.
Kat is beautiful though she doesn't believe she is and dresses down, very demurely. My friends couldn't believe I managed to get her to have a date with me, let alone have her end up marrying me. She's about 5'6" with long hazel hair which comes to the middle of her back. Her green eyes show a love for life. Her mouth is just perfect for kissing. She had a body which inspires wet dreams. I love her large breasts, 38DD with nipples which could knock your eye out as they become so long when she is aroused. Her pussy tastes better than any honey, whisky or anything else you might love. If I'd had sticky out ears when I met her, I wouldn't have any now as she squeezes her thighs so tightly around my head as she cums. As we have a very active sex life, even if fairly tame, that used to be very often.
Sex lately has been missing. Looking back, probably around when the girls' nights out started. I definitely should have noticed but I never thought anything like this would happen. I was blind to what was obviously going on.
It was just before 4pm when I drew up at our apartment block. I headed in to our third floor, one bedroom flat. As I entered, I heard the shower so knew it was a waste of time shouting for her. I dropped my briefcase and headed to the bedroom.
When I entered, I took a double take. Hanging on the outside of her wardrobe was a very slinky little black dress. The low V front promised onlookers a view of heaven. The length meant a lot and I mean a lot of thigh would be on display. If that was bad, what was on the bed was even worse. There was a sheer black bra, matching suspender belt, a sheer thong and stockings. I had never seen those items nor the three-inch heels laid out by the bed.
For most of the time I'd known Kat, her underwear was functional, barely sexy in any way. I couldn't recall her wearing heels more than an inch high. When I had suggested anything like those items, I was told I was a misogynist, sexist pig.
I was struggling to breathe. My mind was rushing about, trying to find any reason this wasn't what it appeared to be. I dismissed the thought that this was for me quickly. I slumped onto the bed.
If that was bad, when Kat came out of the shower it only got worse. Her face upon seeing me there told me all I needed to know. She was shocked, confused, embarrassed, alarmed and bloody nervous.
As I took that in, my mind registered that her pubic hair was missing. When I had suggested that, I was called a paedophile!
She stammered, "It's not what it seems!"
I stormed into the living room. I was mad. At myself, for not seeing what was going on right in front of my face. Not acting sooner. My head felt it was about to explode as my blood pressure exploding. My watch was bleeping, I was in the danger zone. I was cursing.
It took quite a few minutes to start to get my blood pressure down. I was breathing deeply, trying to calm myself.
Kat came through wearing a light pink satin robe which barely covered her bum. She knew it was one of my favourites but I couldn't remember when she had last worn it for me.
"You're wearing that for your fuck buddy!" I snarled.
Kat looked at me, "Andy, I know this is a shock. Can I explain? I haven't fucked anybody yet!"
"YET!" I shouted, "You fuck anyone and we are done. We're probably done anyway!"
Kat didn't look too concerned. I looked at her, shocked by that. She wanted us done! She spoke softly, "The girls said you would be angry but when you calmed down, you'd see how much it means to me to have your permission. They've spoken about how great a big cock is and I'd really like to experience it. I'd come back and make it up to you. Just once Andy.
"I've only had one other experience and that was bad. I know I haven't been as open to trying things as you want. I hope this will open me to new experiences."
I looked at her, my voice conveying my anger, my fury, "Kat, new experiences should be with me. Together, like we promised. Just once. That's only till the next time. You know my feelings on adultery. Do this and we are done."
Kat showed signs of annoyance, her voice rose, "You're not listening. You haven't listened to me in months. That's why our sex life has stopped. Maybe we need a break, an experience with someone else to reset."
I looked at her, "The reason we stopped was you came home and there were spunk stains on your dress. I knew I should have dealt with it at the time but I was so fucking shocked and hurt, you'd do something like that. I'm never going to accept sloppy seconds.
"I've tried to speak to you, suggested you go to the STD clinic as I won't touch you again. You need to know what diseases you are carrying. I should just have walked out then.
"You're going to be dressed as my fantasy but for someone else. That's a nightmare. I can't see us surviving. How long have you been fucking behind my back? Who with?"
Kat screamed, "I haven't yet. The spunk stains were from some wanking over me. I was shocked. The girls laughed, said how hot I was that they'd do that. I didn't fuck them. I was possibly going to fuck a man with a ten and a half inch cock. I hadn't decided. I only had the wax because of the argument we had on Tuesday."
We argued for over an hour. Kat left the room and came back dressed in her normal clothes. "I've cancelled my taxi. We need to discuss this without the anger."
I looked at her, "I never knew you were so delusional. You tell me, you're going to fuck a big cock for the experience. Those girls just want you to be a whore like them. You'll be free shortly after to be just like them. I'm not going to live waiting for you to come home with whatever disease your next boyfriend has. I will not be a cuckold. If you had any love for me, you'd wait until we divorced.
"You'll become just like them, a fuck toy, a sperm dump. No decent man will want you. When they hear what you did to us, they'll walk away."
She stormed into the bedroom.
Over the weekend we had many such bouts, the bell would ring we'd go off to our corner. I couldn't believe what she was saying. She never recognised how hurtful what she was saying was. She never showed one moment of comprehension of what her words meant to me. It was all about her. Had she been brainwashed by those whores was a question I asked myself.
