OK. This story was met with A LOT of commentary on being unfinished. You really blistered my butt on that but for the life of me I could not see how I could add a chapter 2 or an epilogue. I kind of liked it as it was but bow to the weight of commentary.
Instead of trying to bolt on a prefab ending I decided to pull the story back up and re-tool it in its entirety. I'll address some editing errors and comments about authenticity and wrap up the ending. It's much longer and the characters have been further developed as well. If nothing else, it was a good writing exercise. I'll leave the original for now but will likely pull it eventually.
Enjoy the re-tooled version of The Text still featuring Tom and Tonya. Once again, there are many Toms and Tonyas in the world. This is a new set not connected to my previous stories.
Very little sex but a nice twist at the end and YES, the bad guys get theirs!
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Tom was working on some new test data. It was dull and laborious, but it was the meat of the all the work he and his team had put in on the test vehicle for the past month so, like it or not he was correlating and tabulating the info for analysis.
His phone chirped a text notification. He saw the screen flash but did not take notice of the sender's name. Several minutes had passed before he came to a break in the data and looked up from the monitor.
He picked up his phone and looked at the notification. It was a number that wasn't logged into his contacts and while the area code was local, he did not recognize the number. For a moment he was going to delete it as spam but, had a second thought to just open it and see if it might be from someone on the team who's cell number he had not yet saved.
He clicked on the text and the message opened on his screen. At first, he was confused, who would send him a pornographic image? There it was plain as day on his phone, a picture of a wide-open pussy with a fresh load of cum leaking out and dribbling down her crack and over her asshole.
He read the text message, "Look closely. You still have time. Bradley's. 6 PM."
He read it again. He thought a moment then chuckled slightly, not often you get a wrong number for sex and was ready to delete it when he looked at the image again and his heart stopped.
He didn't see it at first, his focus was drawn to the leaking pool of cum but now he saw it, on her left leg, in the cleft near her pussy lips, so small that it was unnoticeable until she had opened her legs. The tiny mole belonged to Tonya, his wife of the past six years. He looked again, unbelieving, searching for something to disprove what he was seeing with his own eyes but the harder he looked the more certain he became that he was looking up his wife's gaping and cum-filled cunt.
He read the note again. Bradley's was a local pub, not somewhere he and Tonya had been. It was in the next town over but why Bradley's at 6 PM, Tonya was on her way to Boston? Her team was prepping a big proposal. The pitch was scheduled for Monday after lunch. The whole team was flying in today and would meet to finalize the pitch tomorrow and do a complete dress walk through on Sunday before the real thing. Tonya was one of the principals so of course she was there to prep.
It was 5:15 PM. She was scheduled to land in Boston at 4:30. Normally she would call when she landed but it was completely reasonable to assume she was caught up in getting the team and all their gear collected and headed for the hotel. He thought about calling but decided to reply to the text first.
Nothing too original but, completely expected. "Who is this? How did you get this picture? Am I supposed to meet you at Bradley's?"
He began packing up for the day. He decided that he was going to Bradley's. He was going to get an answer one way or another.
He texted Tonya -- "How was the flight? I'm heading out for a bite. Give a call when you're free." He was going to keep it low key and try to get a fix on what was happening. He was walking toward his car when his phone chirped again. Tonya, he thought and opened his phone. The text was a reply from the mystery caller. "I'll be there but I'm sure you will find someone more interesting than me there."
Now his head was swimming. He opened maps on his phone and walked to his car at a quick pace. Bradley's was thirty minutes away, it was 5:40. He would get there shortly after 6 PM. He had no idea how critical timing was so he would go directly there and hope he was on time for whoever the texter thought he would find interesting.
On the ride over his phone chirped again. This time it was Tonya. "Crazy time with the team. Call you later before bed. Love you." He didn't think anything of it, their conversation would come later. He was more interested in his meeting at Bradley's and how the texter came to have such an intimate knowledge of his wife.
His heart was beating a mile a minute as he pulled into parking at 6:12. The texter never gave him a hint as to who he was looking for so he assumed that whoever wanted to meet him here knew him and would make contact. But it was the comment about someone more interesting being there that caused him his greatest concern. The texter obviously knew somethings that he didn't, and he felt like he was walking into a set up yet couldn't think of another way of getting to the bottom of this.
It was the picture that had his insides in turmoil. He trusted her completely and their sex life was great, at least he thought so. But there was only one way someone would end up with a picture of his wife's sloppy pussy and he was going to find out in about 5 minutes and the thought of the finality of that answer made him afraid.
He stepped in and let his eyes translate to the lower lighting. Not knowing the pub or its layout he stepped to the side of the door a moment and took in the surroundings. There was a large dining room to his front and a bar off to his left. He moved to the bar and found a seat near the end and sat down. The bartender had just finished filling an order for a well-dressed patron and walked over to Tom to take his order. He asked for draft and turned back to look at the dining area. His focus was drawn the man that had just taken his drink order and was walking across the dining room floor to a table full of smiling people. Then he saw what the texter alluded to, sitting at the table, accepting a drink from the well-dressed man was Tonya smiling and dressed to impress in her LBD and pearls.
He was on autopilot. He stood and walked to the table where Tonya was seated. He was two steps away when she saw him. Her face went from an open smile to a wide-eyed look of fear. He never slowed. When Tom reached the table, he grabbed a handful of the well-dressed man's hair with his left hand. He pulled back, HARD and the well-dressed man dropped his drinks and began skidding backwards losing his balance and shouting out in pain. As he pulled the man passed him, he let go with his left hand and was ready to deliver a right cross to his face and realized that the man's backward movement was just too fast and he was out of range, tumbling to his ass before Tom could engage him further. He took one step toward him and recognized him. "Don't get up Pete." Tom said. "I mean it." The previously well-dressed Pete looked up from his drink-soaked suit in a crumpled heap at Tom's feet. He nodded and did not move or speak.
Tom looked back at Tonya. The entire table had gone silent. He recognized several of the people there, they were all a part or Tonya's team and had been to his house for cook outs and get togethers. "I guess team loyalty trumps infidelity he thought." Except for one person. Someone sitting in front of him at this moment was there and knew the truth and decided to tell him. He thought about finding out who it was but only for a moment then decided it wasn't worth pursuing.
"I'm going home. If you expect any chance at saving our marriage, you'll come home now." She nodded and started to rise but he held up his hand. "Better to give me a moment to leave." Before he turned to leave, he looked over at Betty Wilson seated next to Bob Thornton. "Betty, does Bill think you are in Boston too? Bob, is that what Alice thinks?" They looked down; they couldn't meet his eyes much less answer his question. "Is the whole team is shagging?" He thought. Sadly, he knew at least one of them was.
The drive home was automatic. He seemed surprised to find he was in his driveway before he even realized it. He let himself in, grabbed a beer from the fridge and sat in the living room. He knew Bill Wilson and Alice Thornton. He didn't recognize the other two couples. All in all, there were four couples there. He debated on calling Bob or Alice. He realized he didn't want to talk and didn't know all that much but at the same time Betty and Bob were lying there assess off. He decided to text them. He shot a quick note to both of them. "Just heard from Tonya team travel plans seemed to have changed. Best call to get update." There, now they know something is up and they can choose to investigate it further or not at least his conscience was clear.
It was about 20 minutes later when he heard the garage door opening and Tonya drive into the garage. He waited in the living room. She walked in still dressed in her LBD but gone were the Come Fuck Me pumps and jewelry.
She seemed calm as she walked into the living room and took a seat opposite him on, he sofa. He stayed quiet and waited for her to begin. He knew just being quiet was a powerful tool in any discussion. He was determined to let the silence wear on as long as it took.
It didn't take long. Tonya seemed ready to burst. "It's not what you think." She began. He held up his hand for her to be quiet.
"You have absolutely no idea what I think about what I saw tonight." Tom answered. "I don't want a big back story. We're both engineers, I think you know as well as I that there is no real or objective answer to any "Why" question. Inevitably it's just a rationale to mitigate the bad results. So, I won't even ask Why. Let's start with something easier. How long? How many? How often? Do our friends know, aside from the other cheaters at the table? Am I known as your cuckold amongst your work colleagues and our friends?"
"No Tom, It's not like that at all!" Tonya said. We, the team, our travel plans got disrupted and rather than come home and start out again tomorrow Pete suggested we just stay in town and take a down day before we started."
"I didn't see the whole team there. Where was everyone else?" Tom asked.
"When we got the word, some of the team elected to stay at home one more night then meet us at the airport tomorrow." She admitted.
