This story is a complete fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental and is not the intent of the author
It was after 10 o'clock in the evening before I arrived at her porch door. The light was on for the porch and in the kitchen but the rest of the house was dark.
The porch light was our private signal that the coast was clear and that she wanted me tonight.
I didn't want to awaken her kids, so I tapped softly on the door. I could hear her stirring inside but I waited quietly for her to answer. She opened the door and the sight of her took my breath away. She was wearing just the black transparent robe to a negligee set - no gown, but a black lacy bra and matching thongs, and a garter belt, was around her waist, holding up a pair of black nylons. On her feet were a pair of black spike heeled shoes. She seemed a little nervous at first, which is understandable, until I told her how fantastic she looked and the effect it was having on me. She smiled and thanked me for my compliment. It had the intended effect and she seemed a little more at ease.
She motioned me into the house but I asked her, "Would you mind if we sat out here and talked a little first?" I wanted to be well out of the hearing range of her children should they awaken. She went back into the house for a minute and then stepped out. She had put on a terry cloth bath robe over her scrimpy outfit and turned off the porch light, in case her neighbors could see. We both sat in a couple of patio chairs away from the children's bedroom window.
Again I praised her stunning beauty. She blushed a little at my compliment but seemed still more at ease. I knew that the way to go with this lady was slow and easy. Likely this was the first time she had done anything like this and she was naturally a bit unsure about how I would react.
I wanted to be sure that this was not going to be a love relationship in the sense of her having visions of divorcing her husband and marrying me. Or worse still, be overcome with guilt in the morning.
She told me that was not what was on her mind at all, that she just wanted to be cuddled and loved this night. She told me that she had always thought her husband was faithful to her but she recently found out that he was having an affair with another woman. This was an ongoing thing. Every time he went on one of his long-haul interstate trucking trips, this unknown woman would go along with him for sex and fun.
I asked her, "Do you know this for sure? How did you find out about it?"
She told me that the last time her husband was home from a long haul, he was exhausted and went right to bed without so much as an "I'm home" kiss. She shrugged that off as him being just too tired to think straight. While he was sleeping, she decided to be a good wife and do a little house cleaning in his rig. He has one of those fancy rigs that have a bed and small living area behind the cab.
She drove down to the dispatch yard to clean the living area and cab of the truck.
When she took the old bedding off the bed she found a bra and panties that she knew were not hers. They were under the sheets. Then, in his chest of drawers there were several condoms. And when she checked the trash she found some used condoms. She and her husband never used condoms and she knew they had never made love in the truck.
Later when she confronted him about this, he had no excuse and told her not to snoop around in the truck, that whatever was there was none of her business. He told her that she was just a stupid cow and that she was lucky to have a good provider like him.
She told me that he was just there for a couple of days and then was off again with another load for the East Coast. She said that was fine by her. She didn't want him to touch her and that it would take her a while to decide what to do.
Then earlier this evening she called him on his cell phone to talk about some sort of reconciliation. When he answered the phone she could hear country music in the back ground, so she knew he was at a bar or some sort of club. While she was talking to him she heard another woman call him by name and she knew by the tone of the voice that she was not some casual acquaintance.
That's when she made up her mind, "What is good for the goose, is good for the gander."
"Are you sure that you will have no regrets tomorrow? I understand that your husband has hurt you badly, but I have no wish to cause you more pain."
