All characters engaging in sexual activity are 18 years of age or older.
Any spelling or grammar mistakes are my own.
STORY BEGINS HERE.
I was sitting in a wicker chair out on my back deck. Something that I like doing in the mornings is watching the steam fog on the lake, while drinking my coffee. The smell of mother nature to start the day is intoxicating. I could see the ripples of fish "topping," when they ate the surface bugs on the water. The birds were chirping away. Sometimes, I'd see deer down on the edge drinking water. It's a very relaxing way to start the day.
The confrontation that happened yesterday brought back memories of everything.
Anna and I first met our junior year of high school. We got married when we were twenty-one years old. I had taken a six-month course at a vocational school and was hired on right afterwards. Anna spent two years in college and got her associate degree in nursing. We had a small wedding ceremony at church. Just family and close friends.
A friend of Anna's parents was able to get us a great deal on a bank loan to buy a home. It was a three bedroom-one and a half bathroom house. It had a front room, dine-in kitchen and one car garage. The washer/dryer hook-up was in the garage as well.
We had a good sex life. We made love or fucked, two or three times a week, depending on the mood. We tried all kinds of different things, from toys, to roleplaying, to paints and edibles, and so on.
It was our fifth year of marriage when a storm came through. The top half of our neighbors pine tree couldn't stand up to the high winds. It snapped and came straight through our roof. A brand new roof was going to cost ten thousand dollars. Our homeowner's insurance and our neighbor's insurance were fighting with each other. Meanwhile, we needed a damn roof. We couldn't keep staying at the Travelodge. It was fine for the first few days, but after two weeks, it got old real damn fast.
It was Monday the twenty-first, when I went home after work, to grab something out of the garage. When I got to my neighbor's yard, I saw a crew of guys putting on a new roof. I pulled in my driveway and went over to the supervisor, who was barking orders up to the men. I asked him what he was doing.
"What do you mean? We're putting a new roof on your house." he replied.
"I can see that. I meant, where did you get the money? Our insurance is still fighting with our neighbors."
He pulled a small notebook out of his shirt pocket.
"Your wife came in and paid in cash. When you come in and pay ten grand in cash, you go straight to the front of the line." he said with a chuckle.
I immediately wondered where the hell she came up with all that cash. I'd ask her when I got back to the motel. He told me that they'd be done by the end of the week at the latest. I grabbed what I needed out of the garage and then went to the motel to wait for Anna.
I was laying on the bed watching the History Channel, when she came in with a scowl on her face. She threw her purse down onto the desk and went straight to the bathroom. Moments later, I heard the shower start up.
I was thinking that she must've had a shitty day at work. Nurses never get enough credit for the work they do, so I thought some dumbass doctor or board member had pissed her off. I let her shower. When she finally came out in her terry cloth robe, I stood up and asked her where she got the cash to get a new roof for our house.
She looked at me. I immediately knew that she was trying to get a read on me. What was probably only a few moments, I remember now as going on forever.
"I borrowed it from Bill." she said, as she sat down on the bed.
"I told you; I don't want anything from my brother." I yelled.
"Look honey; we need a new roof, and he has more than enough money. I'm tired of living in a motel. I wanna take an hour long bubble bath and sleep in our own bed. I'm doing this for us."
"And how the hell are we going to pay him back? We barely have enough money left over for a date night once a month Anna."
"Look, can't we talk about this later. I'm hungry and tired. I already ordered a meat lover's pizza. It'll be here in a few minutes." Anna said, as she started massaging lotion into her legs.
"Something stinks Anna. Bill wouldn't just give you ten grand in cash on a payback plan."
"I don't wanna do this now. Let's just eat some pizza and get some sleep."
Just as she finished talking, my phone beeped. I picked it up off the nightstand by the bed and it was from my brother Bill. I opened it, and saw a short video of him fucking my wife doggie style. To this day, I don't know how I didn't lose my shit at that moment. I forwarded the clip to Anna, her parents, my parents, all our mutual friends, and to Bill's wife Renee, then walked out the door.
As I started my truck, Anna came running out the door in her robe crying. I backed up out of the parking spot, and peeled out. My phone immediately starting blowing up with calls and texts. It was a constant barrage of noises. I simply turned it off. I knew that getting away was the best course of action, so I drove to the bank and took my name off our joint accounts. The worst part really, was seeing the looks of pity from the teller and the bank manager.
I called my boss at home and told him what had went down. He was sympathetic and told me to take a few weeks off to "get my shit together." I would still get forty hours of PTO time, so that I wouldn't be "left hanging with my dick in the wind." He suggested that I go stay at his family's cabin up in Wisconsin. He offered me his couch for the night, and then I could make the drive up in the morning.
I thanked him, then went out of my truck to get my phone. I turned it back on and started erasing all the messages without reading them, and all the voicemails without listening to them. I decided that I'd talk to my parents. I didn't want to speak to Anna, and I sure didn't want to talk or even see my brother again. My father answered my call on the second ring.
He asked where I was, and I didn't tell him. He asked how I was doing, and I replied,
"How the hell do you think I am dad? My wife fucked my own brother."
"What are you going to do about your marriage and Anna?" he asked.
"What do you think I'm going to do. I'm going to divorce her cheating ass."
"Is that really the best option son? Just think about what it will do to you, Anna, our family, Bill."
"I don't give a shit about Bill. In fact, you can tell him that if I ever see him again, I'm going to kick his backstabbing bitch ass."
"Now listen son. I understand you're angry and hurt, but he's your brother and he's family."
"Are you seriously defending him and what he did?"
