Tom We Need to Have a Tal.

All characters engaging in sexual activities are 18 years of age or older.

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Tom, We Need to Have a Talk - Loving Wives - Literotica.com

"Do you want my advice?"

"Sure."

"Go back to your wife. You obviously love her, and she doesn't have a prayer in hell of dating a man while she is married to you. Talk to her and find out what's going on in her head and why she's not happy. Now are you going to buy me that drink?"

STORY BEGINS HERE.

"Hell no. You just tried to defend her and give me some bullshit excuses for my wife to be a cheating slut. YOU CAN TAKE YOUR FEMINIST BULLSHIT AND GO SIT ON A RUSTY FUCKING FISHING KNIFE!" Tom ended up yelling.

The bartender ushered the woman away from Tom and down to the other end of the bar. The bartender walked back down to Tom.

"I can't have you yelling at my customers again, you understand. I overheard your story and I'm sorry. The next beer is on me OK.

"Thanks." Tom said as he nodded.

He sat there nursing his beer and wondering how in the hell this all went to shit. Tom had just motioned to the bartender to bring him another beer, when his wife's brother Billy walked in.

"Oh for fucks sake." Tom said, as the bartender sit the bottle down.

"Is that guy gonna cause you any trouble?" he asked Tom.

"I hope not. Have the phone close by, just in case." Tom replied.

The bartender turned around towards Billy as he was walking towards Tom.

"I'll put three SIGs in your chest if you start any trouble, you understand me?" the bartender said pointing to Billy.

"Jesus Christ, I just came in here to talk to my brother-in-law, calm the hell down." Bill replied with his hands up.

"He's put up with enough shit for the day."

"Can I at least have a beer then?" Bill asked the bartender putting his hands down.

"Depends on what you got to say."

"It's none of your business old man." Bill said as he sat down next to Tom.

"What do you want Bill?" Tom asked.

"For my sister to not be a dumbass, but I think that might be asking too much right now."

"So I take it she told you the truth."

"Yeah. Karen and I were at mom and dad's when Kim came in crying."

That was when the bartender set an Appletini down in front of Bill with a smile on his face. Tom started laughing.

"What the fuck is this! I'm on his side old man."

"Oh. Well in that case." the bartender said, and he brought a bottle of Coors out from underneath the bar and set it front of him.

"At least we know you're not a pussy now." he said as he picked up the Appletini and walked away.

"What the fuck is that guys' problem?" Bill asked Tom.

"He heard me tell that woman down there what happened tonight." Tom replied pointing to the woman that he had yelled at.

They both laughed when they saw her drinking the Appletini.

"Anyway, she came in crying. Mom went over and held her while she cried. When she finally calmed down enough to talk so we could understand her, she told us about how she was going on a date with another man, and that you'd beaten her date up and left without your wedding ring."

"Accurate so far." Tom cut in.

"Mom just stared at her in shock. Dad and I were laughing, and Karen just told her that she was a moron. Kim started talking about how Laura said it would spice things up and that she deserved to have some fun without a husband for a night, and that's when Karen stood up and lit into her about what a piece of shit Laura is."

"She's not wrong there." Tom said taking a drink.

"No she certainly isn't." Bill replied, then continued. "That she'd probably just ruined the best thing to ever happen to her. They started jawing back and forth in that high pitch squeal women get when they start, so I couldn't understand it. The next thing we know, Kim throws her shoe at Karen."

"Seriously, her shoe?" the bartender asked out of nowhere.

"Jesus Christ!" Bill said flinching in surprise. "You're like Mr. Roper from Three's Company."

Tom leaned back a little bit.

"You know what, he does look a bit like Norman Fell."

"Hey now, Mr. Roper was key to that shows success."

All three of them laughed for a few seconds and Bill continued.

"Like I was saying, Kim threw her shoe at Karen. Before dad or I could get up from our seats, she was on top of Kim punching her."

The bartender slapped the bar and laughed out loud.

"You married a firecracker son." he said.

"Don't you have other customers to attend to?" Bill asked.

"Oh yeah...." the bartender replied.

"Trixie, get out." he told the woman at the end of the bar.

Tom and Bill watched as she smacked her lips together and gathered her purse.

"Fine, I was just gonna leave anyway." she replied and walked out the door.

Tom and Bill looked at the bartender.

"OK, go on." he told Bill.

Both Tom and Bill chuckled and took a drink of their beers.

"Between hearing the two of them yelling things like, "dumb slut" and "get off of me", dad and I finally got them apart. Mom was shouting at both of them, when Kim ran into the bathroom. Karen had a scratch on her head from Kim's nails."

"What about Kim?" Tom asked.

"Pretty sure she's at least got a broken nose. There was a nice little puddle on the sofa. Mom went to the hospital with her, and Dad sent me to find you."

"Wooooooowee son. Sounds like if you piss her off, I might have to really serve you an Appletini."

Some more laughter filled the air, as Bill replied.

"I've learned to pick my battles with her old man."

"How long ago did all of that happen?" Tom asked.

Bill looked at his watch, "About two hours ago now."

"Well, I should probably at least go check on her." Tom said, then chugged the rest of his beer.

As he stood up from his stool, Karen came through the door of the bar and started walking towards them smiling.

The bartender threw his hands up in the air.

"Well look who it is. Layla Ali is here."

Tom and Bill started laughing once again. Karen stopped dead in her tracks.

"Who is that?" she asked.

"Want a beer champ?" the bartender asked.

"No thanks, I'm just here to get my husband and brother-in-law."

"Well, I tell you what young lady. The next time you two kids have a date night, you come on back and your meal is on the house."

"Awesome!" Bill said as he slapped his hand on the bar.

"Well, that is so sweet of you, thank you! What's your name?" Karen asked as she extended her hand over the bar.

"The name is Charles Stevens, but everyone calls me Charlie" he replied shaking it.

"Nice to meet you Charlie. I'll happily take you up on your offer. I could certainly use a night out after tonight.

"So any update on my lovely fucking wife?" Tom asked, looking at Karen.

"She's got a broken nose. Mom took her back to the house to get some clothes then to their house. They are not happy with her at all." she replied to Tom.

"I'm sure they aren't." Tom said.

"Are you good to drive?" Bill asked.

"Yeah, I just had three or four."

"Well, I'll follow behind the both of you and make sure you get home." Karen said to both Tom and Bill.

Ten minutes later, Tom pulled into his driveway. Followed by Bill and Karen. When they got inside, Tom and Bill went and sat at the kitchen table. Karen disappeared down the hallway.

"So, what are you going to do?" Bill asked breaking the silence.

"Don't know for sure. Probably file for divorce. She tried to get me to accept her cheating on me. She's god damn lucky; I didn't split her shit too." Tom replied.

"I know you're mad Tom, but if you hit my sister, then we'll be dancing."

"No reason for him to hit her, I'll happily do it for him." Karen said sitting down.

"Where'd you go?" Bill asked his wife.

"I went and checked the bedroom. She took a couples days' worth of clothes, so she'll be back."

"I'll start packing the rest of her shit tomorrow." Tom said, crossing his arms.

"No reason to do that Tom. Maybe she'll understand how....." was all she got out, when they heard the front door open and close.

In walked Kim and Todd's father Frank. He walked over and sat down at the kitchen table with everyone.

"Well, Kim and Laura just had a fight at the house a bit ago. She told Laura to never talk to her again."

"Well it's about time. We've all told her that Laura is a horrible person." Tom said.

"Why the hell would she take marriage advice from someone who's been divorced twice." Billy said.

"Because women are stupid." Karen replied.

"No arguments here, especially right now." Tom answered.

"Look, we're all tired and emotions are high. Everyone needs to get some sleep and not do anything rash. We've already had blood spilled and bones broken. That's more than enough for one night." Frank said, rubbing his head.

"Sounds like a plan. How about we all meet together tomorrow for lunch?" Kim said.

"Look, I know y'all want to brush this all aside, and we move on." Tom replied.

"Absolutely not Tom. I gotta go home and find a way not to slap my daughter so hard, her head spins around like a Beetlejuice cartoon. I can sit here and say that she didn't actually cheat on you and sleep with someone else, BUT, that doesn't mean a damn thing, because she fully intended to."

"This whole situation is so fucked up." Billy said.

"Thanks for coming everyone, but I need to be left alone now. Frank, tell her not to call, text, don't even send a smoke signal."

After everyone had hugged Tom, he was finally alone. After taking a hot/cold shower, sleep didn't come easily. Different thoughts running through his mind. Did he fail as a husband? Has she already slept with this guy? Did this guy make more money? Eventually, he did fall asleep sometime after midnight.

The doorbell woke up Tom up around eight o'clock. Throwing on a t-shirt and sweatpants, he hurried to the front door. Whoever it was, was ringing the bell incessantly. He flung the door open in annoyance and anger. Standing before him was a woman he didn't recognize. She had an angry look on her face.

"Did you beat up my husband last night?" she asked.

"That depends. Is your husband a pile of disease riddled monkey shit that tried to sleep with my wife?" Tom replied.

"Yeah, that's him." she replied while rolling her eyes.

"What do you want ma'am?"

"I just wanna talk."

"Lift up your shirt."

"What! I'm not showing you my tits!"

"I'm checking to see if you have a gun in your waistband." Tom said annoyed.

The woman lifted her shirt a bit, and turned around in a circle.

"There you go. No guns. Can we please talk inside?"

Tom stood opened the door and stood aside. As she walked by him, Tom finally noticed her features. She was about chin height to him, so around five-foot-five or five-foot-six, and probably weighted about one-hundred-forty to one-hundred-fifty pounds. She had blonde hair, but it was dyed. Tom could see the dark roots starting to show through.

Tom pointed the woman to the front room. She went and sat in the middle of the couch. He asked if she wanted anything to drink. The woman declined, so Tom went over and turned his recliner to face her, and sat down.

"How did you get my address?" Tom asked first, before the woman could speak.

"My husband, well, soon to be ex-husband gave it to me. Is your wife here?

"Nope, I sent her to stay with her parents for a bit. Why, you wanna give her the same treatment I gave your husband?"

"Yeah I do." she smiled.

Well, you're too late. My sister-in-law already broke her nose."

"That's a bit disappointing." the woman said with a chuckle.

"What's your name ma'am?"

"My name is Sarah. My husbands' name is Brian."

"It's always a fucking Brian." Tom muttered.

"I'm sorry about Brian. I don't know why I'm apologizing, but I feel like someone has to."

"Unless you sent him here, to fuck up my marriage, it's not your fault. You're a victim as well."

"It might help to know, that you broke his nose and fractured his jaw."

"Yes it does." Tom said smiling.

Sarah started wringing her hands together. Tom could see that she was nervous.

"You came here wanting to talk and now you have no clue what to say, do you Sarah?"

"Yes and no." she replied.

"Let's start with, how you found out about I beat up your husband."

"The hospital called. I'm his emergency contact. When I showed up, he was in a room. He didn't say much when I asked him what happened. The fracture didn't require surgery or to be wired. He was already wearing a mask on his face. The doctor asked me to come out of the room so that I could do some paperwork, that's when he started questioning me about if I knew how he got beat up."

"I assume the cops were waiting?" Tom asked.

"They'd left by the time I got there. Brian refused to talk to them. They did say that'd follow up with him sometime today though. I don't think he'll tell them about you, if that's what you're worried about."

"Oh please. If anything, I'd end up with more jobs if I got arrested."

Sarah laughed.

"I saw your work van in the driveway. How long have you been a plumber?"

"Twenty years now."

"What about you Sarah?"

"I'm a stay at home mom. Brian's a tax consultant for a company in the city, and free lances during income tax season."

"I didn't really need to know that, but OK." Tom replied.

"Brian met your wife Kim, while walking our dog months ago."

"How do you know this?"

"Brian told me after we got home from the hospital. Like I said before, it was only a small fracture, so he didn't need any wires or anything."

"Alright fine. Please continue."

"They started opening up to each other, and it just kinda happened.' Sarah said.

Tom noticed that she wasn't really looking at him, and she was still wringing her hands together. Tom decided to take a stab in the dark.

"When was the first time he cheated on you Sarah?"

Her head shot up and she looked at Tom. Her bottom lip started to quiver and her eyes starting leaking immediately.

"Last year." she said, while the tears fell.

"I'm sorry to hear."

"It's why we moved out of the city. He cheated on me with a nineteen-year-old college girl in our building."

The tears were falling fast. Her hands shaking. Her voice going in and out, as she began to talk more openly about everything. Tom just listened. Sometimes, that's the only and best thing to do.

Sarah talked about them going to marriage counseling, and moving away to get a fresh, new start. Hoping that that would make things better. Get things back to some sort of semblance to what they had before Brian became so successful. It seemed to Tom, that once Brian started getting awards and being recognized in the city, his head got big. He could get away with doing shit, because of it. As he temporarily got lost in thoughts, Sarah's next words snapped him out of it.

"I thought that maybe if I came over here and had sex with you, that he'd get a taste of his own medicine. As soon as I saw you, I knew that wasn't going to happen, so I decided to just talk."

Tom took a deep breath.

"Having sex with each other, may feel good and give us some comfort, it wouldn't really help anything in the end. We both have the upper hand in our upcoming divorces. If we were to succumb, their lawyers, and the judge, would see it as both spouses being cheaters. My advice to you is to get away from him. I don't know about the situation with your kid or kids, but they don't need to grow up in a home where lying, and cheating is acceptable."

After a few more minutes, Tom walked Sarah to the door. She hugged him and left. After watching her car turn the corner, he walked into the kitchen and started breakfast. Saturday's was always pancake day when the kids were in the house, and Kim just kept it going when they left for college. It had been so long since Tom had made pancakes, that he ended up making too many. Just as he was finishing his breakfast, he heard the front door open.

Kim walked in.

"Well you look like shit Kim." Tom said to her.

She walked over and sat in the kitchen chair, opposite of Tom. He could see the black bruising underneath her eyes and her reset nose. The clear mask covered almost her entire face. She slumped back into the chair.

"I feel far worse Tom. I'm so sorry." she said, and broke down crying.

Tom looked at Kim as she sobbed with her head down. Her shoulders rising and falling with each sob and breath she took in and let out. He reached over to the platter on the table, took two pancakes, slapped them down on his plate, and then slid it over in front of Kim.

"Eat something Kim. Imma go wash my hands and change clothes."

Tom was gone about fifteen minutes. When he got back to the kitchen, there were two more people at the table. Bill and Frank were sitting next to Kim at the table. Tom could tell that it had been a long night for both of them as well.

Tom decided to just nip in the bud, right off the bat.

"There is not going to be a second chance." he said sitting down across from them.

Hearing that made Kim start to cry loudly.

"I have to ask Tom. Isn't there any way at all, that you can get past this? She didn't actually have sex with him?" Frank asked.

"Not a chance in hell. She had every intention of fucking that guy. The only things she's sorry about, is that she didn't get her own fucking way." Tom replied.

"I told you he'd say that. I love you Kim, but quite frankly, I'm ashamed to be related to you."

Kim had her head on her arms, with her arms on the kitchen table crying. Her father rubbing his hands over her back.

"Just don't shut the door on anything, is all I'm asking."

"Frank, she closed the door when she intended to fuck another guy. I'm not the bad guy here. The destruction of our family, is one-hundred percent her fault. Noone else's."

"At least some good came outta this." Bill said.

"Oh yeah, what is that?" Frank said with a hint of anger.

"Karen and I reaffirmed that if either of us even think about doing what Kim did, it's an immediate divorce too. Then she proceeded to drain me completely dry. It was a great night."

Tom smiled at Bill, while Frank rolled his eyes and continued to comfort Kim.

"I wish you and Karen the best Bill. I really do."

"Don't be a stranger Tom. Just because my sister fucked up, doesn't mean we can't remain friends."

Tom and Bill stood up and shook hands. Tom walked over and put his hand out to Frank. Frank hugged him.

"I'm so sorry about this son. You're always welcome at our home. Don't be a stranger."

Tom grabbed his keys, walked out to his work van, and left.

Epilogue

A year later, Tom and Kim were officially divorced. Kim's attorney was able to get a judge to order counseling, but after three sessions, the therapist discontinued them. The house that they called home for all those years was sold, and it was split fifty-fifty. Neither one of them wanted to live in it anymore.

The kids were angry at their mother for destroying their family. They were briefly mad at Tom, at his resistance to the marriage counseling. He got them to see it from his point of view after a few weeks. They hated that fact, that now they'd have to split holiday visits. Easter, Thanksgiving, Christmas, it was running and hopping around.

Kim put a sizeable down payment on a two bedroom condo, not far from her job and her parents house. She and Brian tried to make a go of it after everything, but they both realized that the excitement of something new, wore off quickly for them.

When Tom walked out of the courtroom, Sarah was right there waiting for him. They spent a few months burning up the sheets, before she accepted a new job out of state. Both of them knew it wasn't going to be a long term thing. Tom bought a two bedroom, two bathroom trailer and a plot of land on the outskirts of town. He built front patio deck, with a fire pit and grill.