I came early one day late in the school year when several of my students cancelled their after school lessons. I teach guitar, so it isn't a class they need to take a final exam in, and many of them get caught up in either the hustle and bustle of closing a school year, preparing for exams, or one of the many outdoor diversions that good weather and daylight savings time bring about.
I didn't expect what I found at home. My wife's car was in the driveway as I expected, but the surprise was inside. I heard the familiar noise of our bed bouncing upstairs.
The sound was so familiar because my youngest son, Jack loved jumping on it. Jack is chronologically 16, but has special needs that make him the developmental equivalent of a 6 year old. You can imagine how much damage a strong young man can do when acting like a typical 6 year old, so I stormed up the steps and burst into the bedroom.
"JACK," I bellowed "WHAT THE H...."
"Jack's not here." It was the voice of a stranger. He was naked, and mounted on top of my naked wife, with his dick pumping in and out of her pussy.
"Dan! Why are you home so early!!" She exclaimed. She didn't acknowledge her acts. She showed no shock, no shame, no sorrow or angst at being caught. "I'll explain everything later. Why don't you go get Jack from his after school club."
"No!" I shouted. "I'm going nowhere. Get the fuck off her, get out of my bed!" I directed at him. "And you Jen, get up and start explaining!"
"Just a sec man." Said her lover. "I'm close..."
I don't usually judge men, but he didn't seem to have a lot going for him. He was in his late 40's as were Jen and I. He wasn't in shape, and his gut was so much in the way of the act of fucking he had to prop himself up with his arms in order to give his dick a path to my wife. He wasn't outrageously endowed, but from where I could see might have been just a bit thicker than me. His face was rather plain, and he was rapidly balding.
My wife was pretty, but wouldn't fool an age guesser at a carnival. She wasn't fat but carried a little extra experience in those spot where women tend to show it, on her hips, waist and the backs of her shoulders and arms. She had a nice chest at a 36C, but her hair was thinning and the color job didn't hide the grey. Her legs and ass however were a treat to behold, and she had a great sense of humor.
He was close. Before I could recover from my state of shock he was cumming without protection deeply into her oozing pussy. He wasn't quiet about it.
He rolled to the side and kissed her face as she said to me "Don't be upset honey. You know you always told me it was a fantasy to see me with someone else, so you should actually be happy."
"My Fantasy?!" I answered. "Jen, my fantasies included me being part of the selection, part of the seduction, and part of the act. My fantasies were always whispered to you in passionate tender moments where we were working on arousing the other. They were part of foreplay. Most importantly they were fiction!"
"Yes, I thought so too. But they made me think, they were always so hot. And thinking led me to flirt with the idea, which led me to flirting with possible partners, which led me to Barry." She leaned back and kissed him. "You always said you'd be happy if I was happy, as long as I came home to you. That wasn't too hard to do since we fucked today here so here I am! Home with you!"
"Hey man, if you really want to be part of it, you can take a turn." Barry said as he pulled back the sheets and spread her legs opening her dripping pussy to my view. He laughed "Cream pie?"
"Fuck you." It was the best I could do without killing one of them, I was so enraged and they were so smug.
I glared at my wife, trying my best to read her mind, maybe bring her to the reality of what she was doing. "So the rules have changed? She who always said it would never happen for real every time we did fantasize together about another is the one to change the rules? She who said she could never be with another person, that infidelity was disgusting and unacceptable has changed her thought? She who preaches to our older kids about the need for condoms fucks this guy without? She who hides her body from me because she is shy and always preaches discretion is banging this guy in my bed?"
So many things were begging to be said, to be asked. How long? How did this get started? All the who, what, where, why and whens you might imagine. But all I could manage to whimper out was "You've broken my heart."
I turned and left. I heard nothing behind me as I shut the door. But as I walked out of the house, That sound from the bed started up again as if to say "Broken heart? That's your problem!" I went to pick up Jack, and thought it better not to take him home. So we stopped at the bowling alley, where he blew off some steam, I had a chance to think, and we both ate.
If the rules had changed, then everything had changed. I wasn't sure I wanted her back in my bed, but I knew she needed to be in Jack's life, and so did I. I watched him bowl thinking how impossible it would be for me to raise him alone. I was the parent with the discipline that could manage Jack, so I knew Jen would fare even worse with him if I weren't around. Raising a child with any kind of special need meant enormous expenses, and we had little savings. Every credit line we had, and there were too many, was in use, some maxed out. Divorce was out of the question.
Still life had to change. I could never sleep in that bed without remembering this afternoon. We had always shared everything with each other, good or bad, real or fantastic, fact or dream. We read each others' minds. We split household chores down the middle, took turns picking vacations, restaurants and movies. She was the only lover I had ever had, as we gave each other our virginity when we were in college. Her body fit mine like we were made for each other, not just sexually, but the way her head felt on my shoulders watching a movie under a blanket on a cold winter night, or mine on her chest while lying in the grass at a summer picnic.
She had always been a bit prudish too. According to her, no one should see us kissing outside of the home, holding hands was ok, but don't touch anything a bathing suit would cover. The thought of giving me oral sex repulsed her, except for an occasional birthday or special occasion when she'd drunk just enough. Even then, it was tentative, brief and without risk of me ever ejaculating anywhere north of her stomach.
She had a curious interest in anal sex, but only allowed my finger to enter her, and my penis could only push against that tightly closed gate. Lingerie? Long flannel nighties, granny style. Lace was itchy, satin was nice but cold. I could rub her breasts, and lick a little, but sucking was no good, she was too sensitive. Recovery time between sex had to be a couple of days, or she'd be sore. Still, the restrictions were worth it, and we had an active sex life. We were both were always satisfied.
Cheating on each other would be nearly impossible. We both taught in the same school district, in the same department, so we ran with the same crowd. Too many eyes were always on us for anything to happen at work even if we wanted it to. Our activities at home centered around our son, so we were always together for these times. That left little time to "step out," and Jack's therapies, equipment and meds ate up most of our disposable income, so neither of us could hide using the money hotel rooms, gifts to lovers and primping needed to fuel an affair.
I took Jack home. "Go in and play football for Mommy," I told him. He got down in a three point stance.
"Blow the whistle!" he said.
"Tweeeet!" I said as he exploded off the lawn and through the front door. I could hear his feet stomping up the steps and Jen screaming "NO JACK!"
Like I said before, she had really no control over Jack. The next thing I heard was her shrieking "OW OW OW OW OW!" and Barry bellowing "SHIT, that's my groin!"
Jack had a way of tackling you that led with the knee to the more tender regions of your anatomy. I hoped Barry had been erect.
"I kept him out of your way for four hours. If you haven't had enough, at least be discreet while he's around." I shouted through the front door.
"Fuck you!!!!" Barry yelled back.
Yup, he'd been erect.
I needed a change of scenery. So I went down to the local tavern. We liked the place, and went often but always together. I walked in alone this time, and sat at the bar instead of getting a table.
"Where's your pretty lady?" The bar maid asked.
"Fucking some ugly fat asshole in my bed, so tonight I'm in need of some forgetting. Got anything for that?"
"No way!" she said, as her mouth gaped open. "You guys were the perfect couple. We all have talked about it. Almost 50, married since you were practically babies, you finish each other's sentences! I don't believe it!" She poured me a beer, and then a shot.
"Tell me about it!" I replied. "I've been good to her! I did the love honor and cherish thing, never expected more of her than I'd give, was a good Dad to her kids, brought roses on special occasions, cooked her special dinners, took her out, even tolerated her brother's ridiculous antics. Do you know how many times I've bailed her brother out of jail in the middle of the night? How many checks I've written her mom to cover household expenses when her dad lost his pension check in a poker game? What am I that ugly or repulsive?"
"Oh no babe," she answered quickly. "We talk about you every time you're here. You know, jut the girls in the bar." She nodded down to a crew of women from the neighborhood that came in regularly. Some nights you go jogging by the front window, and we talk about hot you look and how cute you are. You run so much, you have the body of a guy half your age. You have these beautiful blue eyes and a full head of wavy brown hair... Wait hun, I have to stop this."
"Oh no, don't," I said, "you are doing my battered ego wonders!"
"Yeah, but if I go on," she said "I'm going to have to come over there, throw you up on this bar, and jump your bones myself! Now drink up. It's on the house tonight, but I don't want to see you crying in your beer. Bad for business."
"Hey." One of the women at the end of the bar called to me. "We heard what happened to you. It really sucks. But I also heard you describe the loser who is doing your wife."
I looked at her blanky. Then I looked again. She was about 5'3'', couldn't weigh more than a hundred pounds. She had long brown hair, and her beautiful face was dominated by her own set of brilliant blue eyes. As she turned in her seat, I noticed these long slender legs extending out from her little denim skirt. She was gorgeously tanned, and I suspected from the deep color extending all the way down her plunging neck line that there were no tan lines on this body, unless they were terribly tiny.
"You described your cheating wife's new fuck buddy the way I describe my bastardly cheating asshole of a husband!" she growled. "Is your wife's new cock attached to something that looks like this?
She slid her wallet open to a picture of her husband down the bar to me. Smiling back at me was Barry. I slammed my fist down on his face so hard the sound resonated through the bar. The end of the bar crew was silent and still as they took in the meaning of my reaction. Then they began to jabber at a furious pace, knowing something had to be in the works.
"I'm Suzy. We have to talk."
